Hazel James looked at her face in the large mirror, turning from side to side to catch any flaw that might be in evidence. She smiled slightly as she saw that there was none. She was the same beautiful woman she had always been. That classically beautiful face was still the same as it had been when it had graced billboards and magazine ads.
Her breasts were round and full, also, she noted with satisfaction, and, until her eyes fell on her misshapen hip area, she saw the same Hazel James who had turned both male and female heads, wherever she appeared.
Her face twisted in dismay as she viewed her naked body. Her hip was twisted grotesquely, and her left leg seemed to be trying to escape from her torso. She could walk, but when she did, it seemed as if she were throwing a huge curve with her leg. It went out in a wide arc before hitting the ground, and the constant use of the leg muscles in her right leg had caused them to grow bulgy and unattractive.
Her eyes drifted to the full color ads she had cut from magazines and pasted on a large cork-board on the far wall. They revealed a slender, but curvy Hazel, clad in filmy lingerie and sleek, tight-fitting bathing suits, and her long, tapering legs were a thing of beauty. She let her blue eyes linger on the smiling beauty in the pictures. She seldom smiled anymore, and never with the joyful verve of living that she had captured by the lenses, so many hundreds of times.
Three children had not marred her lovely body, she thought, but, in one blinding instant, that searing crash of steel had changed her life so completely, twisting her lovely body into permanent disuse, taking her husband from her, and making her a well-to-do widow with three young children to raise.
Hazel tried to keep the bitter thoughts from her mind as she eyed the ugly curve of her hip and thigh. She had long ago ceased to keep Charles' picture on the wall or dresser. It invoked too much bitter recrimination in her. He had been half drunk. They had been having a nasty argument after she had surprised him at the apartment of his current mistress and walked in and literally dragged him out of her bed.
Although she seldom allowed it to creep into her thinking, Hazel knew that she had been partially responsible for the accident that had taken
Charles' life, for a split second before the crash, she had raked his face cruelly with her fingernails. The last words she had ever heard her husband say were: "You're a lousy fuck, baby. The only thing you can do good in bed is suck a cock!"
It was then she had raked his cheek with her nails, and the next moment, he was dead and she was a cripple.
Her reverie was interrupted and the deep scowl left her face instantly, as Bryan's soft tap sounded on the door and he walked in. He always knocked, but never waited for her to bid him enter. It was almost a game they played, with him trying to surprise her in the nude, or partially dressed. Sometimes, when she would hear him approaching, she would add to the game's fun by pretending that she was masturbating, or she might be caressing her round, full and very beautifully shaped breasts.
"Hi, beautiful," Bryan grinned wickedly, his eyes running lasciviously up and down her body. He was a handsome boy, with classical features that made him almost pretty in the same sense that a girl would be considered pretty.
"Brad with you?" Hazel asked anxiously, feeling her nipples tauten as she saw the slight bulge in Bryan's pants.
"Nope. He stayed to lift some weights with Hal."
Hazel turned, showing her body totally to her son. She tingled with desire as she saw his eyes light with desire and admiration as they roved her body.
He moved over to her, his walk almost feminine, his gestures mincing and precise, like a well-trained model. His hand went to her woman's mound, a finger darting inside and tickling her clitoris. He bent and encircled one of her nipples with his lips, his tongue massaging it harshly as his eyes glowed with lust.
"You devil!" Hazel gasped.
"The son of a witch," Bryan mumbled through his half-closed lips. It was another of their little games.
He continued to play with her clitoris as his mouth sucked huge areas of her yielding breast flesh into his hungry mouth. Hazel bent her legs slightly, allowing his probing finger to penetrate deeper into her cunt, rubbing her clit and, at the same time, touching the hot walls of her inner vagina.
She was hot, and she wanted him immediately, so she pushed him gently away from her breast, raising his head and giving him a kiss, her tongue penetrating deep into his eager mouth. He moved in close, his hands grasping her buttocks firmly as his fingers worked in and out, pulling her in close to him. She rubbed her pelvis against his bulging cock, as they gasped and shuddered, exchanging tongue kisses madly.
Hazel's hands were busy, unbuckling his belt and sliding his pants and jockey shorts down over his hips.
"Hurry, darling!" she gasped into his mouth, running her hands over his hard, erect cock.
He stepped back and kicked off his trousers and shorts and his loafers, and quickly peeled off his shirt. He stood naked before her as their eyes feasted on each other's body in anticipation.
Hazel hobbled to her large king-size bed, her leg moving awkwardly and making the cheeks of her ass undulate strangely. Bryan watched her lie down on the bed, then he walked over and stood beside her, his hips jutted forward so that his cock stood out stiff and inviting. She reached out and touched it tenderly, letting her fingers caress his scrotum as the palm of her hand moved over his rigid shaft.
Hazel slid to the side of the bed, taking his penis into her hand and licking the head of it with her darting tongue, then letting it slide easily into her mouth. She sucked it deep into her hot mouth, massaging his balls with one hand as the other guided his cock deep into her mouth.
Bryan's eyes were hazy with lust as he stared down and watched his cock going in and out of his mother's mouth.
He moved close, and, without letting his cock come out of her mouth, he climbed onto the bed, straddling her face with his legs, using his straightened-out arms to support himself over her as he moved his ass up and down, plunging his cock deeply into her hot, wet mouth. He shuddered and moaned as he felt the head of it touching the muscles of her throat.
He let his body fall into a swinging, easy rhythm as he felt the surging semen shoot from his cock, his body smashing into her face with each downward lunge. But Hazel was too engrossed in swallowing his come to feel and discomfort from her son's action. She continued to suck hard on his penis, draining every drop of come from his throbbing organ, then licking it tenderly as he withdrew it from her mouth.
He slid down her body as Hazel spread her legs wide. Her vagina lips were open, and Bryan spread them even wider with his fingers, staring hungrily into the opening, his cock throbbing responsively as he saw the darkish pink of the outer lips and the angry red wetness of her inner cunt. His tongue darted in, pushing hard against the elusive nub of flesh, massaging it as his teeth nipped at it gingerly. It brought gasps of pleasure from Hazel as her body moved up and down convulsively under his cunnilingus.
When she seemed unable to contain her emotions in her writhing body, Bryan slid up again, stopping as his cock came even with her throbbing cunt. He raised up and guided it into the hotness of her cunt, staring into her eyes with a look of lustful gloating. It gave him a strange sense of power to realize that she was completely his to command, and to realize that, at sixteen, he was performing all the sexual functions of an adult male. A shadow crossed his eyes as he thought of his older brother, Brad, doing this same thing to his mother-except that Brad was pretending, for selfish reasons.
Brad was a cocksucker. Bryan knew it. He had actually seen his brother engaging in fellatio with his best buddy, Hal, whom everyone at school knew was queer. But Brad was too smart to refuse his domineering mother sex, for she controlled the purse strings with an iron fist. She was generous with both her sons, so long as they toed the mark and did what she wanted them to do, privately.
As these thoughts flashed across his mind, Bryan began to jab his large cock viciously into the eager cunt of his mother. He felt a savage desire to shove it in so deep that it would hurt her, make her scream in agony. But he knew it was a futile hope, for Hazel was more than capable of taking any amount of sex that he was able to give, and come up hollering for more.
Bryan contented himself with satisfying his own lust. She was a good fuck, and she didn't hold back on any sex act he wanted to perform, from oral to anal intercourse. They had tried it all, and in the two years he had been having sex with his mother, Bryan had become a minor expert at satisfying her.
"Oh, fuck me good, Bryan," Hazel gasped as his rigid prick went in deep, thrilling her to the roots of her being.
"I love fucking you, Mom," Bryan said hotly. He actually did, but in addition, he knew how it pleased her to have him call her "Mom" while they were engaging in sex acts. It seemed to drive her to a frenzied form of arousal, to be reminded that she was engaging in incest. At times, she would use the word "Son," in talking to him during sex acts, and it had somewhat the same effect on him as it penetrated his intelligent mind that he was not having sex with just another mature, capable woman, but with his natural mother.
Their bodies lapsed into semi-automatic responses as they approached orgasm, and Hazel said over and over: "Fuck me, son-fuck me-fuck me!"
As her movements speeded into final orgasm, he locked his mouth on hers, sucking her tongue in deep, biting it savagely, shuddering as he felt his semen squirt into her throbbing womanhood. He was conscious, as he eased his lunges, of the throbbing of her clitoris. Hazel always seemed to be able to have an "after-come"-a series of spasms in her clitoris after he had drained himself of the last drop of semen.
They lay panting, their faces close, Hazel's arms locked tightly about her son's back.
"Love me?" she murmured.
"Hate you," Bryan teased. The thought flashed across his mind that perhaps he actually did. She made him feel like a puppet, at times-a bought and paid for sex toy. Not that he didn't enjoy sex with her, but she so dominated every area of his existence that she smothered him as an individual. He felt like a pampered pet dog, and it was reflected in his attitude toward everyone else. At school, he was unsure of himself, especially with the boys.
He was a brilliant student, but in all the camaraderie that most of the male students enjoyed, he was an outsider. At times, he felt as if he were a freak, walking about with an indelible brand on his forehead, saying, "I am a mother-fucker."
"Tell me you love me," Hazel urged petulantly. "I love you, sexy Mom," Bryan said obediently. "Devil."
"Witch!"
She kissed him gently on the mouth, pushing him off her body. "Brad will be home soon," Hazel said, getting up.
"Don't count on that," Bryan said bitterly.
Hazel eyed him searchingly. "What does that mean?"
Bryan scrambled off the bed, disgust showing on his face.
"Why don't you wake up, Mom ? " It was uttered with the same bitterness of his former statement.
"I don't like you talking about your brother like that," she said scoldingly. "Brad's a good boy."
"Or a good girl!" Bryan said caustically. "Bryan!"
"All right, forget it!" Bryan pulled on his shorts and pants, picked up his shoes and shirt and stalked out of the room. Let her live in her dream world, he thought.
Hazel stood staring angrily after her son. Her body was still tingling from the effects of her orgasms, and they softened her anger quickly.
She wasn't quite sure of Bryan's implications, but Hazel was no dummy about the sex patterns of the young. She felt that Brad himself had become somewhat cold toward her sexually, and it added heavily to the suspicion that Bryan was hinting that his brother was a homosexual.
She thought about it for a moment, a troubled look on her face, but then she shook her head. She was recalling the last sex session she'd had with Brad. It had been over three weeks ago, but he had responded well, she recalled. He had seemed perfectly happy to come to her bed, and after she had sucked him off once, and gotten him hard again, he had given her a good screw.
But her face drew into a frown as she recalled that, afterward, he'd had anal intercourse with her. He had almost begged her to let him put it up her ass-hole, and now, she saw the definite homosexual connection in his favoring both fellatio and anal intercourse.
She determined that she would have it out with Brad at the first opportunity-perhaps that very evening.
She heard Bryan in the shower, and as she showered and then dried her body while standing before her huge mirror, her confidence returned. Perhaps there was a jealous strain in
Bryan that was making him accuse his brother of homosexuality.
As she looked at her glowing body, Hazel felt a great pride in the fact that both her sons found her irresistible. She ignored the fact that she had practically hand-raised them to be her sexual servants, using every threat at her command to force them to do anything she demanded.
It did not cross her mind to wonder if she were still sexually and personally attractive to fully grown males. It had been too easy for her to take advantage of her sons. She had no need to compete. They gave her all she needed, butas she gazed at her ripe, very mature body, in the mirror, a frown crossed her face as she thought fleetingly of the tomorrows that would be hers soon, when both her sons were grown and on their own.
She was especially attentive to Brad at the dinner table. She had fixed his favorite meal-spaghetti and meat balls-and she was solicitous and smiling all through the dinner.
She was conscious of Bryan's close scrutiny all the time. He had always been jealous of his older brother, but now he seemed contemptuous of him. Hazel remembered the bitter contempt in his voice that afternoon when he had as much as said that his brother was a homosexual.
She surprised them both into wide-eyed stares as she asked, "How about taking me to a movie tonight, Brad?" It caused their eyebrows to shoot up simply because Hazel was, to all effects, a true hermit. She had taken the maiming of her perfect body so deeply to heart that she was ashamed to have anyone outside the family see her, unless it was absolutely necessary.
"Must be a good one," Brad said politely, concealing his faint curiosity.
"It's at the drive-in, honey," Hazel cooed. "I read the book a couple of years ago, and I think the picture would be good." As she sensed vague reluctance on the parts of both her sons to give her their evening's time, she said petulantly, "I don't get out much, you know. And I don't ask either of you to baby me very often."
Brad sighed and Bryan narrowed his eyes. He always became belligerent when his mother put the slightest pressure on him, and he hated to hear her whine or cajole. When she tried to dominate him, he could handle it. He had a bargaining item-sex. But when she became a total mother, commanding and wheedling, faintly hinting at reprisals if the boys did not grant her wishes, Bryan detested her. He always entertained a strong urge to run when she acted that way.
Bryan felt that he was off the hook, however, for she had mentioned that it was a drive-in movie, and his driving permit did not allow him to drive after dark, without a licensed adult with him. Hazel had no driver's license.
Brad stared at her speculatively. It had been a long time since he had taken her to a movie-it had always been a drive-in-and he sensed that there was some ulterior motive behind his mother's request. He resigned himself to the situation with an audible sigh, saying, "Okay, we'll leave about seven."
Hazel's smile beamed.
"You're such a good son," she murmured, patting his hand. Suddenly aware of Bryan's contemptuous smile, she added, "Both of you are."
Brad rose, gathering up his plate and silverware and taking them to the sink. He turned suddenly, his face bright.
"Hey, Mom; mind if Hal goes along?"
Hazel frowned quickly at him. Bryan had a sly smile on his face. He was thinking that, if Hal went along, it would have to turn into a three-way sex deal, for he had seen the avarice and desire in his mother's eyes when she was talking to his brother. She was a sex machine, he thought. A wild affair with him that afternoon, and now she was setting up another session with Brad for the evening.
"Oh, Brad-" Hazel hesitated dramatically, letting her disappointment show clearly, "I wanted to just have an evening with you. I like to talk, you know-family things. Besides-" She lapsed into the whining, spoiled little girl tone, "We don't see too much of each other lately. Can't we go-just the two of us, this once?"
Brad shrugged, admitting defeat. He consoled himself with the thought that it might get sticky anyhow, if Hal were along. Hal had become very overt in his feelings for Brad. He was no longer discreet in concealing his homosexuality, and it had caused some embarrassment to Brad at school. Probably best not to push his luck, for Hazel was an astute person. She would spot Hal for what he was in an instant.
"Okay, Mom."
Hazel pinned Bryan with a steely stare. It bothered her that he was grinning almost to himself. It was almost as if he were in command of the situation in the household, and not Hazel.
"You can help by doing the dishes," She snapped. Bryan hated that chore, and Hazel felt a surge of satisfaction at his frown.
She hobbled out of the kitchen and into her bedroom, where she undressed quickly and got into a hot tub.
Bryan gathered up the dishes with obvious distaste, slamming about noisily as he put them into the soapy water.
"Stop acting like a baby that's lost its candy!" Brad snapped irritably.
"What's the matter?" Bryan retorted sharply. "Hate to be separated from your girl friend for an evening?"
"What are you saying, smart ass?" Brad moved over, his wide shoulders and extra six inches in height meant to cow his younger brother.
"Wouldn't that have been a hot one, if Hal and you and Mom went to a drive-in." Bryan gave his brother a withering, unafraid look, then pushed him rudely aside as he gathered up the last of the dinner dishes.
Brad stood glaring at him, his fists clenched, frustration and dislike mirrored in his expression. He knew that if he hit his brother, he would end up the loser, for Hazel was adamant about family unity. When it had cracked slightly, between the boys, she had always been on Bryan's side, right or wrong, pointing out in her mealy-mouthed way, "He's my baby, after all."
"One day," Brad ground out in a low voice, "I'm going to knock your goddamned teeth out!"
Bryan shot him a sneering look over his shoulder. "Go suck a cock!"
Brad fought for control, and finally whirled and started from the kitchen. But his pride wouldn't let him quit the battle without one last, telling thrust He paused at the doorway, glaring contemptuously at Bryan. "You mother-fucker!" He spat.
Bryan turned to face him, pointing a soapy hand at his brother. "That still puts me one up," he said disdainfully. "Because you're a mother-fucker and a cocksucker!"
Brad whirled, his face beet red, and stalked to his room. His whole being was filled with hatred for not only his brother, but for his mother, and for the whole cruddy world she had created for all of them.
Lucky Gail, he thought, thinking of the other member of the family, his older sister. At least, she had the sense to get away and try to make something of life.
As he changed clothes, Brad paused before his full-length mirror, staring at his body. It was a good body-a man's body, muscular, capable appearing. His eyes rested on his large penis, now hanging flabbily. He consoled himself with the thought that, in a few short months, he would be out of high school, he'd be eighteen in three weeks, and he could begin to take control of his. own life. He hated the tension that had come into being in the home since he and his mother had begun to have sex relations. He knew that Bryan was now added to her list of sex puppy dogs, and he was glad in a sense, for he had firmly decided that he wanted no part of Hazel-nor any female. Not since he had discovered the easy, carefree love that Hal offered.
Hazel was already daydreaming as she dressed slowly, admiring her breasts and her body. She was alive with an anticipatory tingle at the thought of being alone in the car with Brad-of being able to reestablish the close love they had shared for so long. It was her fault, she reasoned, if he had dabbled with the thought of homosexuality, for she had been neglecting him greatly in favor of her younger son, Bryan. She would make up for it tonight, in the dimness of the car when they got to the drive-in. And if it worked out right, perhaps when they came home, he would spend most of the night in her bed, making mad, wild love, like they used to.
He was growing so tall and handsome, she mused, so virile-looking. She didn't want to lose him, now that he was stepping into manhood and would be a marvelous lover in bed. A shadow crossed her eyes as she remembered that in a few weeks, he would be graduating. They hadn't talked much about what he wanted to do after high school. She had assumed that he would go to college, but she had avoided thinking about it, for the unpleasant possibility arose that he would follow in Gail's footsteps, and choose a college far away from home.
He was becoming so withdrawn, so strange. Could Bryan be right, or was it just a growing-up process? She decided that, if things went well between them at the movie, and they regained some of the closeness they had always felt until a few months ago, that she would have a heart-to-heart talk with Brad about college and try to convince him to attend the local college. She knew he had excelled in mathematics, and had once expressed a boyish desire to become a teacher, but the subject had not reappeared in their con-venation for a long time, now.
In his room, Brad was thinking along the same lines as his mother was, but with an entirely different tack. He was steeling himself to have it out with his mother. He had to get away from her smothering sexuality. He wanted to be free to explore the sexual possibilities that were opening up to him with Hal. And he wanted to give aim and purpose to his future as a person. He had given considerable thought to the idea of becoming a teacher, and his decision had almost centered around one fact. As a high school teacher, he would be in steady contact with young boys. He would be able to earn a good living, be free of Hazel and his snot-nosed young brother, and, most important, he could live in a world of homosexuality without too many problems, if he so chose.
He wondered how he could convince her that it was best for him, and for all concerned, if he were allowed the freedom to become his own man's man. He sensed that she would try to use her body to talk him out of it, or that she would becoming stormily adamant, the domineering controller of the family, if he resisted her sexually.
He was troubled as he met her in the living room, where Bryan lolled indolently watching television.
Hazel was radiant, and she did look attractive, Brad had to admit. He wondered fleetingly why his mother didn't take her rightful place in the market of available, attractive women and find a man to marry and give her full womanly qualities to, the right way?
Hazel eyed him admiringly, letting her eyes go from the carefully groomed, semi-long hair, to his neatly polished shoes. In spite of himself, Brad had to admit that his mother was a very attractive-even beautiful-woman. There was a subtle aura of sensuality about her that came through clearly, and even though Brad was dreading the sexual encounter that he sensed was part of her plan for the evening, in a perverse way, he looked forward to it. It might be a thrill to be able to put her off-to resist her advances-to show her that he, too, had much to offer to a lover-even though it were a male lover.
Hazel paused at the door, glancing at the preoccupied Bryan.
"Going to kiss me, Bryan?" she asked, proudly holding Bradley's arm.
He roused himself with reluctance, walked over and planted a sloppy kiss on her lips. Caught by the utter handsomeness of the pair, he paused, and a slow grin came to his face as he eyed them.
"Have fun, you two." He returned to the couch. Hazel squinted at him, wondering if there was sarcasm in his remark, but Bryan was absorbed in the program.
Hazel cleared her mind completely of Bryan and the problem he might one day represent. She was determined to devote her entire attention to the problem closest at hand-that of winning back her oldest son, Brad.
CHAPTER TWO
At Hazel's request, Brad had taken a spot in the very last row at the drive-in. She wanted to minimize the possibility of interruptions by patrons running to the refreshment stand and gawking in at them. She knew there were no roving guards at the drive-in, so that presented no problem.
As the lights went out, she settled comfortably in her seat and eyed her son. Brad sat awkwardly stiff, almost as if embarrassed, his eyes on the screen, but his attention far from the antics of the actors. He felt a sharp awareness of the femininity and sexuality of his mother, and he mentally braced himself to get quickly into the subject of his leaving home for college, before she broke down his will with her body and personality. He had to be careful, he told himself, not to offend her, for she could make it almost impossible for him to gain his freedom and still have a chance at a college education.
Fleetingly, he cursed his father for having left his entire estate in Hazel's hands instead of having made provisions for each of the three children to share in it.
He was aware of Hazel's gaze upon him. She moved close to him and put one arm over his shoulder, while her other hand stole over and rested on his lap. For a moment, she said nothing, then as her fingers began to caress the outline of his penis, and it began to stiffen, in spite of his determination to resist, she said softly, "I've missed you, Brad."
He sighed, not knowing how to reply.
"You seem to have gotten so far away from me," she continued. "What's happened, honey?" As she said the word, she moved close to his ear and began to kiss it, her lips playing with the lobe, then her tongue flicking into its hollows.
Brad felt a tingle begin to stiffen his cock. "I-I've been busy at school," he said lamely.
"That busy?"
"Well-" He broke off, suddenly realizing that it might be. best to get right to the point.
"I graduate soon," Brad said resolutely. "I had better be planning about my college. I've pretty well made up my mind that I want to teach, and-"
"Oh, I'm so glad!" Hazel interrupted, giving him a hug.
Brad was puzzled momentarily, but her next words gave the reason for her impulsive agreement to his choice of careers.
"Why, students come from all over the state to attend State Teacher's College, right here in Redmond!"
Brad felt the trap closing on him. He should have thought this through more carefully. Now, he had practically committed himself.
"Well, I thought-" He broke off, angry at himself for feeling like a small, scared boy. "I thought that I'd be better off going someplace like-Cornell." He said the first name that popped into his head, to cool her enthusiasm for State Teacher's.
"Oh, that would be foolish! Staying here, you'd have your home, me, Bryan-no worries about your clothes or meals!"
He hated himself as he nodded agreement. It was not working out his way at all. He couldn't argue with her in this situation, with her hand playing with his cock and her hot breath in his ear, her tongue playing havoc with his emotions.
"I'd still like to get some brochures from other schools," Brad said almost apologetically, feeling that at least, he had left the door open a crack.
"Oh, sure," Hazel bubbled, confident that she had already settled the issue. "But you'll find that Mother is right, I know."
They fell silent, and she stepped up the pace of her cock-rubbing motions. Her tongue played with his ear, and her other hand fondled the softness of his neck on the opposite side. He felt her unzip his fly and slide her warm hand inside, grasping his now rigid penis. He cursed himself for the lust that she aroused in him, but felt powerless to resist her. He tried to fantasize that it was Hal's hand on his throbbing tool, remembering the many times they had had sex at this very drive-in theater. But it didn't work. Her femininity came through too strongly.
"Oh, Brad, darling," Hazel panted into his ear, "I want it. I want it in my mouth and in my body. Oh, Brad-Brad-"
Still breathing his name, she slid away from him and bent her body forward awkwardly, pulling his cock from his pants and burying it deep in her hot, wet, sucking mouth.
Brad tried desperately to imagine that it was Hal's mouth, but he couldn't. Her perfume was too seductive, the manner of sucking too feminine-too tender. He surrendered to her lovemaking without anger, telling himself that a blow job was a blow job, and if that was what he preferred, it was as good from one mouth as from another.
Hazel's head bobbed up and down rapidly, his cock going deep into her mouth, causing her own vagina to throb with desire. She listened to his gasping moans, thrilling at the heights to which she was able to bring him, looking forward to the moment when he would shoot his semen into her mouth, locking them firmly once more in the grasp of fulfilled passion.
He lunged upward, meeting her hungry, sucking motions, finally grabbing her hair in both his hands, forcing his cock deeper and deeper into his mother's mouth. In a wild flurry of motion and mingled gasps, he released all control and let her suck his ejaculation deep into her throat as his body surrendered totally to the electric thrill of orgasm.
He was a fool to walk away from all this, he thought crazily-for he could have her and Hal
-perhaps even others, by merely giving in to her wishes.
As she sucked the last drops from his still rigid penis, Brad pushed her away gently. Hazel straightened up and grabbed him impulsively around the neck, her mouth going to his, her tongue digging deep into it. He could taste the salty, musk-flavored taste of his own semen, and, remembering how Hal's semen tasted in his own mouth after he had brought him to orgasm. It brought a fresh surge of lust to him, and he returned her tonguing kiss ardently, his hand sliding up under her dress, his fingers digging deep into the wetness of her vagina. As he felt her clitoris throb in response to his harsh touch, he felt a strange antagonism rising within him. He wanted to hurt her-to deny her the same pleasure that she had just given him, yet he was afraid. He flinched mentally at the word "afraid." He was almost a full-grown man, yet he admitted that he feared this strong woman who was his mother, and whom he was now feeling up madly, like any eager lover might, seeking to have her sexually.
He felt a frustrating sense of entrapment, and he was too bewildered to fight her. He broke the kiss and scrambled awkwardly down on his knees, the dashboard of the car pushing hard against his back as he positioned himself between her spread legs.
She wore no panties. Hazel had anticipated this cunnilingus, and had tried to make it as easy as possible for her son to perform it on her in the cramped confines of the front seat of the car.
She slid down, spreading her legs wide and raising them higher so that he could move in closer. It gave her some slight pain, in her crippled hip and thigh, but she was hardly aware of it as his eager fingers spread the lips of her cunt wide, and his probing tongue found the love knob of her clitoris.
She looked down at him in the dimness, glorying in the power she felt surge through her as his tongue and teeth on her clitoris sent wild thrills through her entire body.
As he quickly brought her to the brink of orgasm, she began to moan loudly, "Oh, my son-oh, my darling son-" and at the sound of the word, Brad became more aware of the fact of who this woman was that he was sucking. It gave him a perverted thrill, thinking that it was his mother, and that he was having an incestuous relationship with her. He felt degraded and he thrilled to the idea of it.
He abandoned all concern for her physical well-being, biting savagely at the knob of flesh, sucking it into his mouth, closing his teeth upon it and letting it slide out of their grip, as Hazel continued to moan and call his name in her ecstasy.
He began to take great mouthfuls of the soft, hot flesh into his mouth, sucking it in harshly, as if trying to suck the very insides from this woman who was his mother, his tormenter, his jailor.
Her hands were at the back of his head, pulling his mouth even closer to her cunt, and he felt her clit begin to throb wildly, out of control, as she relinquished her pussy to her son's machinations.
Brad sucked and bit wildly, making low guttural sounds as he felt his own lust bursting through. As he felt her final buckings signify that she was in the throes of orgasm, he mumbled, "Oh, Mama-Mama-"
As Hazel managed to distinguish the words from his moans and grunts, it gave an added thrill to her orgasm. When her clit had quieted down, she held his mouth close to it, wallowing in the lusty feeling of his still probing tongue caressing it more tenderly now.
With reluctance on both their parts, they parted and resumed their more normal positions in the front seat. Hazel continued to stroke her son's penis, which was still erect and hard, while she kissed him hungrily on the neck and ear.
"You wouldn't ever leave me, would you, darling?" Her tone was confident, but she felt a pang of fear strike at her heart. She didn't want to give up her handsome son to the world. She wanted him to remain only hers, forever.
As the thought took shape, she remembered Bryan's inferences that his brother was becoming a homosexual. A cold wave rode her body at the repulsive thought, and momentarily, she hated Bryan for even sowing the seeds of suspicion.
"Mom-" Brad said hesitantly, "I really do want to go away to college-somewhere else. This-" he shook his head despairingly, "-this isn't right. Us, doing this-"
He felt her stiffen resentfully. She moved away from him, instantly angry at his rejection.
Before she could stop herself, the words blurted from her mouth: "It's more right than you making love to some queer!"
It snapped Bradley erect. He hadn't suspected that she knew about him and Hal, or his homosexual feelings. The thought flashed across his mind that Bryan was responsible for this, and he hated him with an unreasoning anger.
He felt that it was Bryan's fault. His private life was his own. But even as he thought this, he knew that, with Hazel for his mother, nothing in his life could ever be private or disconnected from her-unless he got away.
"You're full of shit!" As in the case of Hazel's words, Brad's seemed to burst forth before he could control them, instantly matching the thought in his mind. .
The sound of Hazel's hand striking his face was as sharp as a rifle's crack as she reacted automatically to her son's words. Violence seemed to take possession of both of them for an instant, as Brad clenched his fist and drew it back as if to strike her.
But reason took hold of him, and he let his tense muscles relax completely. He fell forward with his arms on the steering wheel, his head on his arms, great sobs of anger and frustration wracking his body.
Hazel had her hand still raised, and, almost as if she could not control herself, she began to rain blows down on her son's bent head. Brad flinched, but did not raise his head, the sobs continuing to cause his chest to heave mightily. Hazel delivered a dozen slaps before she managed to regain her self-control, and then she too relaxed in a state of utter collapse.
She lay back, her head resting against the window, staring straight ahead but seeing nothing. She had failed in her attempt to win her son back, and Hazel had never known failure where a male was concerned. She had almost completely dominated her husband, and had utterly commanded the obedience of her sons. Only her daughter, Gail, had ever managed to come out a winner in a battle with Hazel James.
Self-recrimination set in and she began to cry. She didn't heave in great sobs as Brad was still doing, but she cried softly, hot, bitter tears of defeat and self-anger.
She wanted to lean over and pat Brad's head, as she had when he was a little boy, but she couldn't. She had approached the question of his homosexuality badly, she knew, but she didn't have the self-discipline to back off and apologize to him. As the thoughts mulled about in her head, she became more sure that Bryan was right. Brad's reaction had been that of a guilty person, not an unjustly accused one, in spite of his words indicating that she was wrong in her accusation.
She quickly steeled herself to face the situation and regain command of it. She dabbed at her tears with the back of her hand and sat up, staring coldly at the still slumped figure of her oldest son. Her tone was cold and calm as she said, "Drive me home. And-" a sharp edge came to her words, "I'm going to have this out with you-tonight!"
Brad raised his head and looked dismally at her harsh face. He didn't know if he honestly hated her or loved her.
"Mom-" His voice was pleading for understanding, for a shred of her motherhood to show through to replace her steel-encased femininity.
"Drive us home!" Hazel's face and tone warned that she would brook no hesitation or refusal on his part.
"Mom-I didn't mean that!" Brad's tone had become almost a whine.
"Drive-or let me out to call a cab!" Hazel was pouring it on now, sadistically aware that she was once more in full command.
His body slumped, head almost hanging, Brad started the car, backed out and drove out of the drive-in and home.
When they pulled up near the door, he cut the motor and helped Hazel into the house. As he went back out to put the car in the garage, she snapped: "I want to see you in my room!"
She glanced at the couch, now empty, and she was glad that Bryan was not there. She didn't care if he were in bed or not, so long as he was not present to interfere. She knew she could handle Brad, but Bryan always was a problem. Perhaps she truly cared more for Bryan, she mused, as both Gail and Brad had often hinted. At least, Bryan was manageable, Hazel concluded. He was her boy, and showed little of the signs of rebellion that she had seen flowering in Brad. Gail was a lost cause. She was definitely in the outside world, where Hazel's influence was lost.
Hazel shed her light coat and quickly stripped off her dress, bra and stockings. She wanted to use every bit of leverage that she could summon, when she dealt with Brad. She glanced at herself in her large mirror. She turned this way and that, her smile finally indicating that she was satisfied with what she saw. She heard Brad enter the back door and she threw her bedroom door open, so that he could not make it to his room down the hall without her seeing him.
He came in, sheepishly, glancing at her without meeting her stern gaze. He stood just inside the door, his hands in his pants pockets, looking embarrassed but not resentful. Brad knew that he had really committed the unforgivable sin as far as his mother was concerned: he had defied her and to all effects, called her a liar. Hazel was not one to let a thing like that pass without her having some form of revenge.
"Shut the door!" she said harshly, turning so her full womanly body was exposed to his gaze.
He obeyed, leaning against the door, wondering why he was so meekly giving up his stirring manhood to this domineering, but obviously warped woman. For the thousandth time, he felt, he wondered why she didn't go out and get a man-a real, full-grown man, who would know how to cope with her.
He suddenly wished that Gail were here. Gail had the guts of her mother. She wouldn't take any of this. Brad sighed, knowing his wish was just that-a last straw to grasp at before he went down under the coming onslaught of Hazel.
"Now-" Hazel pinned him with a hard stare. "Where do you get off, talking to me like that-telling me that I'm full of shit, Mister Foul-mouth?"
"I-you just caught me off balance with that crap-that inference," Brad stammered, flushing. "Is it."
"What."
"Crap!"
Brad's blush deepened. Resentment flared inside him and he fought to keep from blurting out the truth.
"You mean about me-being-" He hesitated, unable to get the word out.
"Are you?" Hazel was relentless in her pursuit, as she became more convinced by the second, judging from his embarrassment, that her son actually was a homosexual-or at least, that he was on the borderline.
"What?" he fenced.
"Are you a qu-a homosexual?" Hazel was tiring of the game, and her tone reflected this.
"Just because I don't chase around with all the sexy broads, and happen to like an intellectual, sensible male-does that mean I'm a queer-" Brad accented the appellation deliberately, scornfully, "-or that I'm having sex with a man?"
Hazel stared coldly at him, realizing that he was still not saying anything of a definite nature that he could be pinned down with.
"You haven't answered my question." She raised her eyebrows to accentuate her insistence on a straight reply.
Brad stared at the floor to escape her penetrating stare. He needed to collect his thoughts, and he needed to make a decision as to whether or not to take his stand now, with her bedroom as the battleground. But he couldn't. He hated himself for it, but he just couldn't.
"You don't have any right..." He started bravely.
"I'm your mother! I control the money and the morals of this family. I've got every right to do anything I want!"
Even as she spewed the word "moral" from her eager mouth, Hazel knew she shouldn't have. Morals, after all, did involve incest, she knew.
Brad's quick glance told her that he hadn't missed his opening.
"Morals? You-you talk about morals?" There was a fresh confidence in his tone, and Hazel became angry-at herself as much as at Brad.
"All right. Then let's talk about money!" Hazel went for the jugular vein without a qualm. "Your father left all the money to me to do with as I see fit. Whether you like it or not, I have the bankbook. If you want to live the life you seem to, then you'll do as I say. And I say that I won't have you screwing around with any pansies!" She felt she was losing her cool, as the boys phrased it, and she didn't want to, but she had to make the point of his dependence, abundantly clear to Brad.
Surprising himself, Brad blurted out coldly, "I have to jump into bed with you anytime you say 'jump,'-is that it?" He ground out savagely, enjoying the sudden pallor that came to her face at his audacity. He twisted the knife a bit deeper as he saw he had struck home. "Like Bryan does?"
Hazel reacted automatically. She walked over to her son and slapped him hard across the face, back and forth, her knuckles leaving white marks atop the red welts that her palm had left.
She stepped back, flaring at Brad as he held his cheek with one hand. She didn't miss his clenched fist that hung at his side, nor its implications.
A wall of ice formed between them, thick, forbidding, insurmountable and unyielding. It was as if a gauntlet had been thrown, and by both of them. Each seemed to be waiting for the other to choose his way of battle.
It came from Brad. "Go fuck yourself!" he spat loudly.
It took Hazel back on her heels. She didn't really think that he would have the sheer guts to defy her, or to use the language he had to make his point.
She was at a loss for a retort, and she backed away, never letting her cold stare move from his eyes, which he averted. She somehow sensed that she still had the whip hand, and she remembered that she was naked. She stood back a few feet, her hands on her hips, her body positioned to minimize her crippled hip, her pelvic area shoved forward, her breasts jutted forward provocatively. And in spite of her mixed emotions, Hazel felt a thrill of the challenge, as she presented her body in all the lewdness she could summon, to her oldest son.
"No," Hazel finally said, a slow smile forming on her flushed face. "I won't fuck myself, Brad. You will! You need to fuck me, because it pays off. Your queer friend can't help you except in sex, whereas I can take good care of you in all departments-money, sex, domestic care-the whole schmear-as you put it. Now, you silly little boy-" her confidence was on the rise, "You get your clothes off and you get over to that bed and you get yourself a hard on! I don't care if you want to fantasize about your darling Hal or about Rita Hayworth-but you're going to finish what we started at the drive-in!"
She didn't realize that she was shouting, and she didn't care who heard her. She was a tigress in heat, with a dual purpose: to be satisfied sexually, and to use her sexual powers to retake her tottering position as queen of the household.
Brad stared at her in disbelief. He had given a lot of thought to this woman-what she was, and what she was doing and was capable of doing to him and to his brother, and to both their futures. But she had surpassed his estimate of her ultimate evil.
He fought with every fiber within him to refuse, knowing that he would lose.
"What if I tell you again-go fuck yourself?" His tone was lame, and his eyes darted away from her glare.
"I'll find a strap and beat the living shit out of you!" It sounded calm, but Hazel was bubbling over with emotion.
It had been years since she had laid a strap to his butt, but something in his mother's eyes told him that she would do it tonight, if he persisted in his defiance.
"Mama-" Without realizing that he was pleading with her, Brad held out his hands in a helpless, appealing gesture. His face was stricken, his lips trembling as he slowly walked to her and fell to his knees before her.
"Please-please," he sobbed. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean that. Please-" He clung to her naked thighs, as a smile of triumph, tinged with faint contempt, spread over Hazel's cruel mouth. She had won. She always would win-at least with Brad.
Without realizing that he was doing it, Brad clung to her thighs and buried his face in the soft pubic hair that surrounded her vagina. He was blubbering like a baby, and, almost without understanding what he was doing, he turned his face and began to kiss the lips of her pussy. His tongue began to flick in and out, and as it touched her clitoris, it drove the anger from Hazel. She spread her legs slightly, reaching down and holding the back of her son's head, pulling him in and out to set up a rhythm that pleased her senses.
It was good to look down and be able to see him performing cunnilingus, and her face filled with lust as she moved her body awkwardly to meet his thrusting tongue. Her sadistic victory, however, had heightened her passions, and she let all her pent-up emotions go, feeling orgasm flow through her hotly, as she gasped with pleasure.
When it was over, she quickly pulled Brad to his feet, helping him undress. He was like an automaton, a puppet who moved at the slightest touch, and in seconds, he stood before her naked. For a reason that he couldn't fathom, his penis was growing rigid. He told himself he hated this woman, that he didn't want her sexually, but his penis gave the lie to his thoughts.
Hazel moved awkwardly to the bed and lay down on it. She spread her legs wide, revealing her shiny, wet opening. She waited impatiently as he came to her and clambered onto the bed, as if this were the first time he had ever been in a situation like this with a female. As the thought crossed her mind, Hazel wondered vaguely if in fact, he had ever had intercourse with another girl or woman. She dismissed it from her mind as Brad crawled up between her legs and inserted the head of his penis inside her burning pussy.
He began to push it into her, without enthusiasm, responding to her body in spite of himself. As her warm, wet flesh closed about his cock, and she began to exercise the muscles of her vagina, Brad let himself down fully atop her, almost dutifully pumping away as she locked her legs about him and pushed upward to meet his thrusts.
Inside a minute, both were lost in lust for each other. Brad's body demanded release from all the tension that had built inside him, and he didn't care who provided that release.
As Hazel approached climax, she began to scratch Brad's shoulders, murmuring, "Tell me that you love me, Brad, darling ... tell me!"
Brad responded automatically, "I love you, Mama ... I love you..." She smothered his words as she took his tongue into her mouth, concentrating on the pleasant sensation that his cock was giving her as it plunged deep inside her. She sucked his tongue, bit it gently, and let herself go in a spasmodic series of bucks that terminated in her orgasm. She felt the hot semen shooting inside her, and she knew that Brad had climaxed at almost the same instant she had. Oddly, she had the same triumphant, powerful feeling that she had had a few moments before.
Brad was hers. Hers to command, to use, to keep. She broke the tongue kiss, and kissed him lightly on the cheek.
"You're wonderful, Brad, darling," she cooed, as if nothing but sweetness and light were between them.
He said nothing. Brad crawled off her and rolled to his feet. He grabbed his clothes and unlocked the door and darted across to his room down the hall.
Once inside, he shut and locked the door, and threw himself across his bed, biting the bedspread, beating his fists helplessly against the yielding mattress. His sobs were muffled as he cried in terror, "I hate her ... I hate her. Oh, help me, God ... help me ... Hal ... help me!"
CHAPTER THREE
Hazel sat staring at the letter she had reread for he third time. It was a much different letter than she had ever received from her daughter. It was sharp to the point of being rude, and it was a ten-page criticism of her way of managing the family. And, it was also a threat to Hazel's highly satisfactory world.
Anger had flooded her mind at first, when she realized that the letter was in response to another letter that Brad had written to his older sister, appealing for her help in getting him out of the clutches of his mother, and launched into a college career and a life that was far removed from her demands and coaxings. Gail had stated that fact bluntly. She had made the point strongly that, if she weren't concerned about the two boys, she wouldn't even make the trip home when summer vacation started in a few weeks. She had written that she would have taken a job, and that she felt she could make her own way, but she feared what her mother might do to her two weak-willed brothers-"sissies," she had called them in her letter.
Hazel wavered between the decision to face Brad with the letter, or to send off a scathing reply to her daughter. Let Gail go to work as a waitress or some other difficult job. She'd soon come begging to be taken back into her mother's good graces. On the other hand, Hazel felt, this might just be the time to show clearly just who was boss in the family, and that it was futile to try to wrest control from her. Perhaps the best thing to do would be to let Gail walk right into the old lioness' den, for Hazel had no fear of losing battles to her impetuous, sharp-tongued, headstrong daughter.
She put the letter away carefully, but that night at the dinner table, she couldn't resist the opportunity to get her licks in at the perfidious Brad, who had written the letter without her knowledge. She wondered exactly what he had said to arouse Gail to the obviously war-like state she had been in when she had written her mother. She had even mentioned that, if necessary, she would go to a lawyer and see if each of the three children could be given a share in their father's estate and finances.
Hazel pondered this possibility, and finally dismissed it as highly improbable on Gail's part. Even if she did as she hinted, and claimed that Hazel was an unfit mother, no judge would believe her. Surely, neither of her sons would reveal the secret of their sexual relations with their mother. Brad was too frightened, and Bryan was too satisfied with things the way they were.
"Either of you hear from your sister lately?" she asked casually, her eyes pinning Brad suspiciously. He reddened, but shook his head. Bryan merely shook his head and continued eating.
"Have either of you written to her?" she pressed.
"Not me," Bryan said with a shrug.
Brad studied his mother's cruel eyes, wishing he had the courage to pour out all the anger inside him, to humiliate her as she was humiliating him.
"I ... I wrote to her a while back," he admitted.
"Oh?" Hazel eyed her son coldly, enjoying her cat-and-mouse game.
Brad dropped his gaze and picked at his dessert.
"Well, I had a letter from her today." Hazel eyed Brad closely, hoping to see fear in his face. Brad said nothing. He kept his eyes averted.
"She'll be home soon, you know. Summer vacation."
Bryan continued eating, hardly paying any attention to his mother.
"She's a little upset, Brad, by whatever you said in your last letter. Would you care to tell me what it was all about?"
Brad started to speak a couple of times, gulped, heaved a deep sigh and seemed to brace himself. He wanted to sound bold and unafraid, but he didn't manage it. He replied apologetically, "I ... just told her that I wished I could go to college someplace else ... that's all."
"I thought we'd settled that!" Hazel's voice was sharp.
Brad looked meekly at her and said softly, "Well, I still would like to."
Bryan's interest had picked up a bit now, and he said naively, "Where, Brad? To Vassar?" He roared at his witticism, oblivious to his mother's sharp glance and his brother's glare of hatred.
Brad appealed to his mother with his eyes, and Hazel said hotly to Bryan, "You leave the table."
Bryan stopped laughing and rose, walking toward the living room. He mumbled, "Sorehead!" and disappeared, and a moment later, they heard the television sound come on.
"Now, Brad, just what did you say to Gail?" Hazel leaned forward, glaring at her son.
"That's all I said," he whined.
"You said a lot more than that, to have her write me all the crap she did!" Hazel snapped. "I thought I was raising you two to be men. Now, I find you sniveling on your sister's shoulder. As if she could do anything!" Hazel sounded insulted at the very thought.
"Can't I even have my own thoughts-wishes?" It was supposed to come out strongly, but Brad sensed that he was begging, even as the words emerged.
"I think I know what's best for my children until they are of age." Hazel was firm, her jaw muscles rippling as she spoke through clenched teeth. "Have I treated you so badly? Do you have a nice home-good clothes-food-spending money-all the things you need and want?"
"But I want to go away!" It exploded from his mouth in desperation, and he spread his hands wide in a gesture of pleading.
"Hmph!" Hazel snorted contemptuously. "Go away. Do what? You'd starve to death without Mama around to change your diapers!"
Brad's look was filled with hate. "We'll see!"
"Yes, we'll see!" His mother snarled angrily. "It's about time that you and your high-and-mighty sister learned just who is the-boss in this family. And if you two don't like the way I run it-" She let it hang there, like a threatening sword over his head, defying him to risk disaster by defying her mandates.
Brad sat in dejection, digesting her ultimatum. She was right. He didn't have the guts. Gail was different. She should have been the boy, and he the girl, Brad thought miserably. He was struck with the sudden thought that the only way he could hope to escape from Hazel was for her to die, and he found himself wishing that she would drop dead this very moment.
" ... And when Gail gets here, we'll settle this idiocy once and for all." Hazel said with a triumphant leer. "I don't have to be ashamed of the way I've used your father's money to raise my children. Nobody can say I'm not a good mother!"
Brad stared at her in disbelief. He rose from the table wearily, heading for the door. He paused and turned, his eyes and face an empty void. "A good mother..." he said piteously. " ... a mother?" He snorted, shook his head and disappeared down the hall and she heard his bedroom door open and shut.
Hazel sat at the table, staring at the dishes. Why couldn't she let go of them-both of them? Why couldn't she go out with friends, meet some nice men, even have a few affairs? She wasn't that bad-looking, and she wouldn't be looking for a man to support her, like a lot of widows. Her mind drifted back to the two men she had dated in all the years following her husband's death. Both had been older men, much older than she, and both had seemed to be drifting in space, just as she was. They lavished flattery on her about her beauty, and complimented her on her nice home, fine meals and handsome children, and that was that. They just drifted. No sex appeal, on either side. Just people. Not men. Not young and alive, like Bryan and Brad were.
She snapped out of her dismal reverie and told herself that she would have to plan her steps carefully, now that Gail had warned her of her intention to interfere. She was almost nineteen, but that didn't give her the right to tell Hazel how to run her life-nor that of the boys.
As she busied herself with the dishes, Brad's inferences bothered her. He hadn't said it in a smart-alecky way, she recalled. He had said it almost as if he were crying inside, and also, as if he really pitied her.
Finished, Hazel went to her room and undressed and showered. She always felt better inside and out, after a warm shower. As she stood before her huge mirror, she couldn't help but draw comparisons between the face and form she saw reflected in the glass, and the pictures that graced the walls. She hadn't changed much, she reassured herself. She was still beautiful. She was sexually attractive-all but that twisted hip. She had nice breasts, a nice butt, and a well-shaped pelvis. She could turn any man on, just as she could years ago, she told herself. But the misgivings were there, buried deep and denied.
She heard the front doorbell chime, and she opened her door a crack and heard Hal's voice. He was talking with Bryan, who had answered the door, and then Bryan yelled: "Brad! Hal's here!"
As Brad hurried past her door, donning a jacket, Hazel called his name. She wanted to apologize to him. She hated to see him leave the house in this kind of mood. She knew he must feel smothered, or even deserted, but Brad either didn't hear her or he ignored her. She heard Hal say "S'long," to Bryan, and then the front door shut. The only sounds were the indistinguishable voices coming from the TV.
She slipped on a thin robe and sat down at her writing table. Angrily, she took paper and pen, and began a letter to her daughter. She had made up her mind. She didn't want Gail coming home and meddling in the family affairs. She was an outsider, really. She had always been an outsider, in a sense. She was too much her father's daughter, and, Hazel had sensed vaguely through the years, Gail somehow blamed her for her father's death, even though the attitudes and words of those last few moments before the crash had never been revealed to anyone by Hazel.
But the hot words that formed in her mind failed to materialize on the paper. For one of the few times in her life, Hazel felt fear. She wondered if she had perhaps pushed Brad too far. Would he leave? Could he possibly turn hateful enough toward her to actually confess what had taken place between them? Was it hate that she had seen in his eyes, only a few moments ago? Or pity?
She fell to musing, and the letter went unwritten.
Hazel turned on the television set in her room, made herself comfortable in her bed and quickly became absorbed in the problems of the shadowy figures that peopled the screen.
Hal and Brad had walked aimlessly, commiserating in an unspoken empathy, until they found themselves at the park, many blocks from Brad's home.
They sat down in the dimness, backs resting on a low wall that surrounded a flower garden.
"Bad scene?" Hal asked tentatively.
Brad sighed. "Yeah. Same one. She'll never let me go to college anyplace else."
"What about a scholarship? Any word on that?"
"No," Brad sighed. "Mr. Burger placed my name with the board that decides those things, but he hasn't heard anything yet."
"Had an answer from your sister?"
"No," Brad's tone turned bitter, "but my mother did. That was what started it tonight. I guess Gail came on too strong. Threatened to get a lawyer to pry some dough loose for the three of us."
Hal eyed him quizzically in the gloom. "Could she do that?"
"No, I don't think so." He sounded glum as he added, "I shouldn't have written that dumb letter. You're right. The only way for me to go to college someplace else is to just take off, and make the best of it."
Hal put his hand on his friend's arm. "Maybe we could make it together-helping each other." He didn't sound very confident.
They fell silent, each deep in his own thoughts.
Finally, Brad mused, "What makes guys like us the way we are?"
"I don't know-people, I guess. My father-your mother-"
They pondered this for a long time.
"I hate her." Brad said it with such depths of passion that it sounded like a flat, unemotional statement. It was as if he had deliberated the question soberly, for years, and had arrived at a verdict.
"I really do hate her." He said it with wonder, as if surprised that he really felt hate, and was not just using empty words.
"What made her that way, Brad?" Hal asked curiously.
Brad shrugged in the darkness.
"Why do people try to make other people into something they're not, and can't be. Take my old man-he tries to have a second chance at what he wanted to be, through me. He flopped on his ass, and now he's determined that I'm going to make up for his weaknesses. But the more he pushes, the more weak he makes me. I wish I could fight him ... I wish I knew how. But I can't. All I can do is run, and hate him, like you hate your old lady."
They had gradually slid down, and now both lay on their backs, staring at the starry sky above.
Hal's hand slid over to rest on Brad's crotch. He found his flaccid penis beneath the cloth and began to fondle it.
"At least, we can have-this," Hal said, his breathing becoming heavy, his movements speeding up as Brad responded to his touch.
"Yes," Brad panted as he rolled over to face Hal. "And it's enough."
He let Hal kiss his lips, and as he felt his hot tongue flick into his opened mouth, Brad hurriedly unzipped his trousers and let Hal take his rigid penis in his hand. He unzipped Hal's pants, and they played gently with each other's penis, as they kissed fervently.
Without a word, they changed positions quickly, so that each had the other's penis close to his mouth, and a shudder of relief and joyous peace went through Brad as he felt Hal's soft tongue caressing his penis, and then it was sucked deep into the warm, security of Hal's mouth. He took Hal's cock into his hand, lovingly licking the glans and then the shaft, before he too, plunged his eager mouth over the rubbery pole of flesh, letting it slide deep into his mouth, feeling safe, loved, wanted.
When they were finished, each dried the other off with handkerchiefs. In an unspoken, guilty embarrassment, they rose and headed back toward Brad's house, silent for a long time. At the corner near his home, Brad turned to Hal and put his hand on his shoulder, squeezing tightly.
"I need you, Buddy. I have to get away, somehow-" He looked nervously toward his house, halfway down the block. "I don't want to do it anymore with her-"
He was half pleading for Hal's help, and he let the statement go unfinished.
"I know," Hal sympathized. "Hang on. We'll work it out. Maybe your sister will be able to help."
Brad sighed. "I don't see how, but-maybe."
He walked a few feet down the street, turned and waved a hand.
Brad walked slowly toward his home, pondering the mixture of emotions that boiled within his troubled mind. He had done a lot of soul-searching after he had first begun to have sex with Hal, and he still wondered why he liked it He had asked himself a hundred times, why he was a homosexual-why he didn't go after some of the girls that were obviously impressed by his dark good looks and fine build.
But almost automatically, when he thought of himself alone with a girl, the face of his mother intervened in his thoughts-the sight of her naked body, her full breasts. Of late, he had felt deep distaste when he had been tricked or trapped into having sex with Hazel. Were it not for the relief of his inner tensions that came when he had oral or anal sex with Hal, Brad doubted that he could even have stayed around his oversexed, warped mother.
And it bothered him to know that she was forcing Bryan into the same web of sex in which he was entrapped. He had come to dislike his brother much of the time, and he wondered if it were simple jealousy, or whether he disliked him merely because he seemed to enjoy sex with Hazel. Whatever the reasons, there was a wall between them of late, and Brad felt that it would break soon under the flood of his emotions, and he dreaded the moment.
Bryan was in his room and the light was off, and Brad tried to hurry past Hazel's door, but she was sitting up in bed, and called to him.
With a sigh, he stepped inside her large bedroom.
He was struck by the softness of her smile as the subdued light from her bed lamp lit her face. He mused that she was a handsome woman, and he again wondered why she didn't make herself available to adult men.
"Brad-" She said gently, holding out a hand to coax him to the bed, "I'm sorry about tonight-and about a lot of things. Here-" she patted the bed, "sit here and talk to me a moment."
He sat down gingerly, not wanting to be close to her. Her magic was too potent, he well knew.
"But you have to understand, dear, that I love you very much. I wouldn't know what to do without you. It isn't that I want to be the boss-it's just that I need you close to me. I'm a lonely woman-" She broke off, and Brad's lips curled in contempt. He hated it when she pulled the whining bit.
"You wouldn't have to be, Mom," Brad cut in with a sharp edge to his voice. "You're not really a cripple. You could get out-meet some men. You're a beautiful enough woman-" His determination wilted as he recalled the times he had suggested these same things, and he fell silent.
"Nonsense!" Hazel tried to be light. "I'm not lonely for men-I meant I would be lonely if you and Bryan were to leave me. I'm perfectly happy with my life-so long as you are here." She patted his hand and he withdrew it hurriedly.
"Honey," Hazel cooed, "if you'll stay at home and go to college here, I'll make it up to you. You'll see. You can have the car-good clothesyou can really just worry about your grades. You won't have to work part-time like a lot of boys would have to. Is it too much to ask that you humor me in this?
Brad recoiled, feeling cold terror forming inside him. She would always win, somehow, either by threats, bullying, sexuality or by wheedling. She knew he wasn't tough-like Gail-and he couldn't kid about serious things, like Bryan, who made a game of it.
Brad stood up suddenly, pacing rapidly about the room. It surprised Hazel a little, but she waited until he was ready to reply.
Brad stopped at the foot of the bed, conscious of her clearly revealed breasts and the nipples that pushed against the flimsy material of her gown. He dropped his eyes, to better coordinate his thoughts.
"Mom-" He spread both hands wide in an unconscious gesture of pleading for understanding, hating himself at the same instant, for being a beggar and not a man. "-I just can't do this! I can't keep going to bed with you! It's dirty! It's wrong! It's-it's incest-don't you know that?"
Hazel's face clouded darkly as her smile faded. "Love is love!" She stormed haughtily. "AH the dirty words you can use won't change the fact that I love you and you love me!" It wasn't a defense, it was an order for Brad to revise his thinking on the matter.
"But-I don't love you!" It came out calmly, and it surprised Brad himself. The truth was out at last, and he felt a wave of relief go through him. Encouraged, he went on quickly, "Sometimes, Mom-I even hate you! Did you know that?"
His eyes were wide, his face set in an expression of surprise, as if he were discovering a great truth in himself.
For one of the few times in her life, Hazel was at a loss for words. She couldn't believe that Brad was saying these things. Bryan-but Bryan always said them in a kidding manner. But Brad meant it. Or-she thought slyly, he thought he did. A coy smile came to her face, and she waved her hand as if to dismiss the whole idea.
"You don't mean that, Brad, dear."
"Yes I do!" His serious look deepened, as if he were examining his own thoughts for reaffirmation. "I really do, sometimes."
Hazel felt her grasp on him slipping, and for an instant, she was tempted to revert to the domineering mother role. But she caught her emotions in time, and allowed herself time to compose her plan of counterattack. Uneasily, she realized that she was on the defensive, and she didn't like it, nor was she used to it.
"I suppose all children do, at times-" she began.
"But I'm not a child!" Brad retorted sharply.
"Brad, don't act like a child, then!" She was stalling for time, seeking the right way to slip under his guard and gain the upper hand again.
"Then leave me alone!" His frustration was giving his anger momentum. "I told you I can't do that-with you anymore! I mean it!"
"All right! All right!" Hazel waved a soothing hand at her son. "You don't have to. But I thought-"
"I know what you thought!" Brad's voice rose hysterically. "But I hate doing it with you-or with any woman!" His control was gone. He had let it come out that he was a homosexual, and in a strange way, he was glad, although he reddened and seemed to wilt under Hazel's shocked gaze. It took a long moment for it to sink into her thinking, and when its true import became clear, her jaw hardened and her eyes grew cold.
"You'd rather be a queer than to make love to a woman, like normal men do?" she said sharply.
"Maybe I am a queer!" Brad was yelling now, waving his hands wildly about. "But if that's not normal, just what do you call fucking and sucking your mother?"
Hazel threw off the covers and, in her awkward way, scrambled to the foot of the bed and slapped his face hard. Brad held his stinging cheek as he backed toward the door. His eyes were dark with hatred and fear, but there was the desperation of a trapped animal in his grating voice.
"You're sick-and you want to make everybody around you sick-me-Bryan-everybody. You're sick-you're insane!"
It was as if he had thrown a bucket of ice water on her. Hazel recoiled from his words, conscious of the fact that he was echoing the same charges that she had leveled at herself so many times, in moments of despair. She crawled back on her pillow, falling limply on her back. She felt a twinge of pain in her chest and it became difficult to breathe.
Brad left her room, still holding his cheek, the hot tears spilling from his eyes and scalding his cheeks. He ran to his room and locked the door and lay on his face on the bed, trying to cry quietly, without much success. He hated himself, yet at the same time, he was proud of himself. He had taken his first step toward manhood, he felt, yet, he had destroyed his own future, and perhaps he had destroyed his mother, also.
Hazel lay in the dark, having shut off the light, staring at the ceiling. For some reason she couldn't fathom, she felt as she had when she had to prepare herself to face life without a husband and a father for her children. She felt as if she were steeling herself to face life without Brad, and she wondered if there were any possible way she could still bring him back to her arms and her body.
Lying in the semi-gloom of his own bedroom, Bryan, who had heard almost all of the noisy exchange between his mother and his brother, shook his head. He was tempted to laugh, but it really wasn't funny. He went over the exchange between them, several times. Finally, he fluffed his pillow, lay on it angrily and said aloud, "What a fucked-up family I picked to get into. A queer brother and a mother who would fuck a male snake-as long as it was young enough!"
CHAPTER FOUR
Gail was not a beautiful girl, but like many women who resemble their father, she had clean, strong features that made her handsome, rather than pretty. She was nervous, but not frightened, as she watched the car pull up at the station. Brad was driving, her mother was in the front seat with him, and Bryan in the rear.
She was impressed with Bryan's growth and his good looks, and his quick smile as he ran toward her with his arms open, warmed her inside. After all, she told herself, I am coming home.
Over Bryan's shoulder as he enfolded her in a bear hug, she tried to analyze Brad's thoughts. If his crest-fallen stance and his sour face were any indication, he was in a bad mood. His letter had been written in desperation, she knew. Now, as she looked "t the placid face of Hazel, she reaffirmed her determination to do something about this nasty situation that existed within her family.
They walked toward the car, Bryan carrying her two bags, still smiling broadly. Deliberately, Gail approached the side of the car where Brad was sitting, his window open, and bent and kissed him on the cheek. He said weakly, "Hi, sis-good to see you."
Gail walked around the car and opened the rear door. She got in and seated herself partially before she bent over and kissed her mother on the cheek, saying, "Hi, Mom."
Hazel had not missed the slight nor the coldness that her daughter displayed toward her, and it increased her determination to put Gail in her place quickly, and for good.
"How was the trip, dear?" Hazel asked casually.
"Tiresome."
"Oh-" Hazel hesitated, "-well, you'll have all summer to rest up, my dear."
Gail turned her attention to Brad, who was looking at her in the rear-view mirror.
"How've you been, brother?" She had always called him brother since he was a baby. They had been a lot closer than she and Bryan, for Bryan was always the independent one, resenting her motherly help or intentions.
"Pretty good, sis." Brad was dreading the family showdown he knew was soon to come, and the humiliation and hurt that he knew his sister would be subjected to. There had been a cold war between him and his mother for three weeks. Even at .his high school graduation ceremonies, it had not softened on either of their parts.
But he had determined to make a clean breast of it to his sister, relying on her to make some sense of the sordid state of affairs in their household. He hadn't the slightest idea of what she might be able to do along these lines, but he had a blind, desperate faith in her common sense and strong will.
Bryan put her suitcases in the trunk, then went back for the other two she had brought and loaded them in. He got in beside Gail and said in a comically imperious manner: "Home, James!"
The byplay on the last name of all in the car served to break the tension, and on the drive to the house, the conversation dealt with Gail's accomplishments at college, whether or not she had any boyfriends, and generally light subjects. But each of them knew that it was a masquerade, and that the serious talk that had to come later would be bitter and probably divisive.
The boys had done an excellent job of cleaning and brightening Gail's room. Bryan had even picked some of the rambling roses which roamed the brick wall at the back of their home, and had arranged a vase full on her dresser.
In spite of the emotional storm that was brewing, they all enjoyed the first few hours of Gail's homecoming.
In the living room, after dinner, Gail tried to lift the pall with light banter and stories about some of her experiences at school. She asked suddenly, "Either of you two ever try pot?"
Both Brad and Bryan were surprised, and Bryan blurted, "Do you smoke pot, sis?"
"No-" Gail laughed. "But I wondered if this jerkwater town had kept up with what's happening."
"That was a nasty thing to say!" Hazel snapped. "You didn't expect your brothers to be dope addicts, did you?"
"No, Mother, I didn't!" Gail said in a controlled voice.
"Well, then-" Hazel sniffed haughtily, letting her attitude suffice to indicate that she wanted no more of that sort of talk.
"Mother," Gail said coolly, "We're not old fogeys. We're young. Fun is not against the law. I was just kidding."
Hazel bristled at the challenge and the inference that she was too old to appreciate the casual humor that her daughter had intended.
She rose and hobbled toward the door to the hall. "Well, if that's your way of telling me that I'm too old to talk with my children-" She snorted derisively, eyeing her daughter with disdain.
"Oh, Mother-I didn't mean that. Can't we just relax and have some light talk?" Gail said placatingly.
"Well," Hazel said huffily, "When you've all had your 'light talk,' I'd like to talk to you, young lady. I'll be in my room." She hobbled out.
Brad, Bryan, and Gail exchanged glances. Brad shrugged and Bryan waved a hand in a deprecating gesture.
"Don't mind her, Gail," Bryan volunteered. "She's been bitchy for a couple of weeks now." Bryan knew full well that his mother's edgy mood had been triggered by her nasty confrontation with Brad, but he didn't volunteer the information. He was quite content to remain neutral, on the sidelines, secure in his own position of favor.
Gail sobered suddenly, concentrating her attention on Brad.
"We'll talk later, Brad," she said. "And, no matter what she says, I still want to hear your side of it."
"You'll lose!" It was Bryan butting in. His manner was jocular, but there was a bitterness in his voice that belied the fact that he was taking this family powwow lightly.
"Not necessarily!" Gail snapped testily. "And-" she turned her gaze on her youngest brother, "I've got some things I want to talk over with you, too."
Bryan bristled. He resented her coming home and, within an hour or so, acting as if she were running things.
"Leave me out of this hassle!" Bryan glowered at his sister, suddenly struck with the resemblance in attitude between her and his mother. She had all the domineering traits of her mother, he thought, and if life were going to be livable for him while she was here, he would have to make some concessions and try to win her over to his side. At the moment, she didn't seem to be on anyone's side, but was more like a knight in shining armor, impartially dealing out justice to all.
Gail was suddenly struck by the attractiveness of her younger brother. She studied him carefully, from his bright, beautiful eyes to his tapering hips. She could see why girls would fall all over each other to get at him. He was a very handsome young boy, and his ready smile and quick rapport with most people, put him in command instantly in most situations. She had known this as they were growing up, and in a strange way, she had always feared Bryan. There was an ability within him to bend with the gales or to ride the waves of prosperity, and to always come up smelling like roses.
"You can't be left out of any family affairs," she said seriously, staring directly into Bryan's eyes. "I didn't come home to play games, Bryan. Things have gotten pretty mixed up around here."
He wondered just how much she did know about him and his mother, or about Brad and his male and female loves. Bryan was suddenly struck by a deep curiosity about his sister's sex attitudes and actions. He wondered if, at college, she was promiscuous. He eyed her body, noting that she had nice breasts and generally, sexy lines to her shape. He wondered how she would be in bed, and if she would be as free and uninhibited as his mother was. With other resemblances so obvious, Bryan wondered if Gail might have some of the sexual traits that her mother had. He was vaguely aware that Gail could really upset the apple cart of his life, and Bryan wasn't yet ready to be rousted from the comfortable nest. "I've got no problems."
Brad looked at his brother with a faint sneer. He was tempted to put in a sharp rebuke concerning his brother's bed activities, but he thought better of it. They were all getting jumpy, and it wouldn't do anyone any good. Hazel was a master at taking advantage of the disconcertation of anyone-especially those under her dominance.
"You've got a long way to go, Bryan," Gail said coldly. "You'll have your say, don't worry, but you've got a lot to learn about things."
"Maybe not as much as you think!" Bryan said coyly. "Remember, sis, you've been off the scene for a while. You may have a few things to learn!"
"All right," Gail said imperiously, disposing of the matter with a wave of her hand. "We'll get together. After all, I do have two brothers."
"Gee, thanks!" Bryan gave her a mock bow as he headed for his room. He paused long enough to shoot her a wicked grin and say mockingly, "Good luck with the warden."
After he had gone, Gail sat thoughtfully for a moment before she said to her older brother, "What about him, Brad? Is he with us or against us in our fight to unseat the Queen Bee?"
Brad looked sober, giving her question due and deep consideration. Finally, he said, "He'll be tough to handle if you're not careful, because of Mom." He shot a quick glance at Gail's face to see if this shocked her. He had only vaguely hinted in his letter to her about Hazel and Bryan. At the moment, he had been far too troubled by his own problem to think or care much about Bryan.
"Might as well tell me right out," Gail sighed and squared her shoulders.
"Well..." Brad hesitated and dropped his eyes in embarrassment, "I suppose you know about me and Mom. You .must have known what was going on, even before you left for school."
"I can guess!" Gail's jaw set angrily.
"I don't know when or how it got started, but it did. I don't even know if I really 'wanted to!" He said in a desperate appeal for her understanding. Gail stared at him, seeing the weakness within him, knowing that he would be no match for Hazel in any contest of wills.
"Don't torture yourself," Gail said, nodding. "Whatever happened, I know it was ninety-five percent her doing." She frowned and shook her head in disgust as the pictures crossed her mind of what must have taken place.
"And now, she doesn't want to let you get away-not even to go to college?"
Brad nodded miserably. Gail made a gesture of impatience at his hang-dog look and attitude. She couldn't understand the lack of fighting spirit and individuality in her brother. She had so much of it herself, she was dismayed that Brad wasn't the fighter she was for personal rights.
"We'll change her thinking about that!" Gail said firmly.
"I ... I don't know." Brad said cautiously. He didn't know how to tell his sister that he was a homosexual. He knew that she was his sole hope Of being able to be free of Hazel's dominance, and he was afraid he might disgust and antagonize his sister with his revelation.
"Just leave that to me," Gail said, nodding emphatically. She found that she was actually warming up to the challenge. Hazel had made a nasty mess of things, but Gail was going to see that she not only cleaned up her mess, but that Hazel would not create any further ones.
"What about Bryan?" she asked bluntly, and her tone told Brad that she wanted a straight, hard answer.
He felt relieved that he didn't have to face her with his homosexuality, but he felt like a rat as he thought about his brother.
"I've never seen them..." he began tentatively, not meeting her eyes, " ... but I'm sure that she's got him in the same trap that she has me in. Only..."
"Only Bryan-likes it ... makes a game of it. Is that it?"
Brad glanced quickly at her, surprised at her astuteness. He nodded.
"Yes. Or, at least, he doesn't fight her."
"And what happened when you did?" Gail pressed.
"I ... I guess I lost my head. I ... I told her to..." he blushed and looked away, " ... go fuck herself!"
In spite of the seriousness of her mood, it struck Gail funny. It was so appropriate. It tickled her to imagine Hazel's fury. She chuckled to herself and said, "Good for you!"
"Yeah ... good for me. After that, she really clamped down. She won't give me the money to go to college anywhere but here in town. She told me I can have anything I want, if I stay. The car, clothes, money..." He spread his hands in a helpless gesture.
"Just don't give up so easily. And when I put the pressure on her, you stand by to back me up. After all, she is wrong, and there are laws!" There was a mean curve to Gail's mouth as she clamped it shut. She looked like a formidable opponent, Brad thought as he stared at her with open admiration.
"Don't push her too hard," Brad said in sudden fear, "Or she'll just toss us both out."
Gail looked hard at her brother. "Would that be so bad?" She challenged. "I never knew what life felt like, until I got out on my own."
"But you're different. You never did have any trouble with Mom," Brad remarked.
"You mean I never took any of her crap!" Gail snapped.
Brad shrugged and stood up.
"I'll back you up, sis," he said without too much enthusiasm, "but just be careful."
He left, and for a few moments, Gail sat staring into space, collecting her thoughts for the coming confrontation with her mother.
She went to her room and changed into a comfortable pair of lounging pajamas. As she stood before the mirror, she couldn't help comparing her body with that of her mother's. She was puzzled at the sexuality of her mother for one, perhaps both, of her brothers. She looked at her own well-formed body, turning this way and that and judging herself candidly. In any contest with her mother, Gail felt she would win. She recalled the brazen way that Bryan had looked at her earlier, and she wondered if it became necessary, if she could actually use her body as a lure to get him out of Hazel's influence which was warping him emotionally, even though he probably didn't realize it.
Gail frowned as she thought of the severe damage Hazel had already inflicted on Brad. It might be difficult to remove the scars from her oldest brother, but she still hoped there was time to salvage Bryan.
With these thoughts, she psyched herself into a vicious mood by the time she tapped on her mother's door and entered.
Hazel was propped up in bed. She had been reading, but her mind hadn't been on the magazine article. She too, had been mentally preparing for the skirmish with her daughter. Hazel didn't underestimate Gail, but she counted on the fact that Gail might be taking Hazel's position of power a bit too lightly. She would point out a few things to her daughter, about the basic economics of their situation.
But Hazel smiled pleasantly and put the book aside. "Sit there, dear," she said, pointing to a comfortable chair near her bed. She fluffed her pillows and propped herself up comfortably, so she could see Gail's face.
"Now..." Her smile was still sweet and motherly. She waited, letting Gail make the opening move.
"There's no sense in pretending that this is going to be pleasant, Mother," Gail said in a business-like tone. "Something has to be done about Brad-and Bryan. Brad's ready to go to college and you have no right to choose his school. You're being selfish to keep him here with you, and not thinking at all about what's best for him!"
Hazel's smile had faded, but she was not frowning. In a vague way, she admired her daughter for her spunk.
"And what makes you think that you know what's best for Brad, more than I?"
"Brad himself. He did write to me, you know, and we did have a little talk a while ago. I know I don't know all of the story, but enough to know that it's ugly!" Gail wasn't giving an inch.
"Ugly? That's an odd word to use in connection with a mother's love for a son, isn't it?" Hazel eyed Gail confidently, sure of her position of control.
"Come off it! You know what I'm talking about, and it isn't love. It's sick, ugly sex-incest is the word, Mother!" Gail said scornfully.
The pretense vanished on both their parts. Hazel's eyes were icy, and Gail's face was flushed with anger.
"Is that what Brad told you?" Hazel flared, on the defensive in spite of her confidence. She sensed that Gail might be guessing, for she didn't think that Brad had had the courage to make a clean breast of everything.
"He didn't have to!" Gail retorted. "I saw what you were trying to do before I went away! But, since it's gone this far-yes, he did tell me that you had lured him into playing your sick sex games with him!"
"If you use that word 'sick' again, I'll slap your teeth right down your throat!" Hazel shouted, moving toward the edge of the bed in her awkward, crab-like motion.
"You do and I'll really put you in a hospital!" Gail stood up, her fists balled, tensed to meet any physical attack her mother might make. Hazel stopped, her gown up around her hips, exposing her crotch and thighs. Her feet were over the edge of the bed and she was supporting herself with both hands behind her, preparing to slide off.
She stopped, staring hard at Gail. For the first time, her confidence wavered, but she refused to let it show in her expression.
"Just what did you think you were going to do, rushing home like a guardian angel?" Hazel knew that the first round had been a draw.
"Whatever I have to, to get the boys away from you!"
"And just what might that be?" Hazel sneered. "There are laws."
"Against rape, too, remember." The thought had been a sudden inspiration to Hazel. It at least gave her a chance to regroup her forces to take the attack, while Gail thought about the possibility of her mother accusing her oldest brother of raping her.
Gail stared in disbelief, loathing for Hazel curling her lips in a grimace.
"You would, too, wouldn't you?" she said raspingly.
"If you force anything, yes!"
"And Bryan? What would you say about him?"
"Leave him out of this!" Hazel was growing nettled at Gail's persistence.
"Did you?" Gail pressed, sensing that she was gradually forcing her mother on the defensive.
"Are you telling me that you think you can walk in here and take both Brad and Bryan away from me? You and your silly imaginings?"
"Brad is going one way or another. If you won't be decent enough to see that he gets a college education, I'll help him to leave-maybe even take him back with me. We can make it without you, you know!"
Hazel glared at her, musing to herself that, Gail, at least, could do all right without her help, or anyone's, for that matter. But Brad was another story. Hazel had been giving a lot of thought to his actions and attitudes, and she was firmly convinced that Brad was a homosexual. She wondered what Gail would think of that.
"And what if Brad wants to stay here? What if he doesn't want to leave me-and his friends?"
"He wants to get away, don't worry about that. He just needs a little backbone. Now that I'm here, and he has someone to stand up for his rights, he'll go, all right."
"Have you ... talked to Brad about his ... well, let's say his sex life-and before you get filthy-mouthed again, I mean his life outside this house?"
Gail looked puzzled for a moment. It had never come to her mind that perhaps Brad did have a girl that he might be interested in-even tangled up with sexually. That would account for Hazel's jealous efforts to keep him near, Gail realized.
She caught herself rationalizing, and she dismissed it from her thoughts. She had to go through with it now, and whether or not Brad had other interests beside getting his education, Gail was going to do everything in her power to see that Hazel had nothing more to do with Brad, except to provide him with his rightful chance for a college education. It was what her father had wanted, she knew that, and there must be sensible men of the law who would see that Brad and Bryan were cared for properly.
Gail sat down on the edge of the chair, still tense, but regaining her self-control rapidly. She had no intention of trying to out-slug her mother, or out-scream her. She wanted to do it legally and permanently.
"We may as well understand each other," Gail said firmly. "I'm going to get a lawyer. I think Brad is entitled to an education and that the law will see that he gets it. I'm not trying to get anything for myself. I got an idea of what life can be like away from you, and I'll do all right. But you've got your rotten hooks into Brad-maybe Bryan, too-and I'm going to break it up, but good. If you want to be sensible and set aside some money for Brad's schooling, I'll settle for that. If you want to fight it out, it will all be out in the open-all the filth you've dragged him into. Then, perhaps the courts will declare you incompetent, and put you where you belong-in a nuthouse. Either way, you're going to lose Brad and Bryan!"
It was obvious that Gail meant what she said. Hazel's mind was racing as she saw defeat staring her in the face.
"You ungrateful slut!" she spat. "Now let me tell, you what you've stuck your nose into, and see if you want it aired around!" As she formed the attack, Hazel's confidence came rushing back.
"If you go to some big-mouthed lawyer and try to make it look like I'm crazy, or that I'm an oversexed cripple that is using her boy as a sex plaything, I'll tell the whole truth-the real reason that I did have sex with my own son. Interested in hearing about that? Well, you're going to, whether it makes you throw up or not!"
She tensed, crouching over and jutting her jaw out as she ground out her words. "Your brother is a queer! He's in love with another boy! Do you understand what I'm saying? I'd do anything to stop him from being a cocksucker-even go to bed with him myself! Do you hear me? I'd do anything!" Her face was flushed with emotion, her eyes wild. So vehement had she become that she almost believed her own story.
"And if you want all that to come out in court, then we'll see just who needs a headshrinker!" Hazel ended her tirade with a triumphant snort. She had seen Gail shrink back in the chair, stunned at her accusations against Brad.
She realized suddenly that Mother might just be telling the truth. Brad had acted strangely, but Gail had excused it because she felt he was embarrassed at having had to seek her help and have her find out about his sexual relations with his mother. Gail had already studied enough psychology to realize that the circumstances were more than right to have caused Brad to become a homosexual. The domination of Hazel, his self-shame at his incestuous actions, this could have readily driven him to a homosexual relationship.
"Well--? " Hazel challenged, more at ease now.
"I'll ... I'll have to talk to Brad. I don't believe you!" Gail tried to sound brave, but it came out lamely.
"You do that! And when you find that I've told you the truth, you needn't even apologize. Just take your things and get out of here. I'll fight for my sons. I don't need your meddling."
"Your sons also happen to be my brothers," Gail said angrily. She was angry with herself for having fouled up the situation even worse than it was before. She cursed herself for not having gone directly to an attorney for advice, then facing her mother when she was sure of her ground.
It had dazed her momentarily, and she needed a time to recover. Gail had a logical, unemotional mind, and she liked to consider all possible contingencies before she went into a fight. And this was rapidly developing into a savage battle. She somehow felt she was overmatched and outgunned. Hazel always did give people that impression when she argued with them. It was difficult to fight down the desire to run away and to let her have the field.
Gail started for the door, still undecided as to what her next move was. She half turned, but the cold sneer of contempt on Hazel's face drove away her hopes for a calm, more mature discussion of the subject at that time. She went out into the hall and stopped before Brad's room.
She saw a light coming from beneath the door and she tapped lightly, waiting for him to invite her inside. She walked in, and saw that he was lying on his bed, fully dressed, just staring at the ceiling. He raised up, his eyes shining with interest as she came in and shut the door behind her. His own expression showed concern as he saw the glum look on her face.
Gail sat on the bed near the foot, unsure of how to begin.
"Pretty rough, huh?" Brad ventured. He had heard their raised voices, but they had been too muffled for him to understand the words.
Gail nodded. She looked furtively at her brother's face. Brad was a handsome boy, she thought, but was he really effeminate? Was she trying to read things in his expression and his eyes, or was he really a homosexual? She felt anger rising within her as she asked herself the question: just what does a homosexual look like?
"It's going to take some doing, Brad," she began. "And if I'm to help at all, I have to have some answers from you."
Brad glanced sharply at her, sensing that his mother must have exposed more than just their sexual secrets.
Gail could think of only one way to open the talk-the direct way. "Hazel says you're a homosexual ! "
She was staring hard into his eyes and Brad dropped his gaze momentarily. Then he, too, realized that it had to come out in the open, or Hazel would crucify all of them.
"Are you?" A long moment had passed before Gail asked him the question.
Brad licked his lips nervously, searching her face for an indication of her reaction to the discovery. He nodded his head, somehow feeling relief at getting it out of the darkness.
"I ... I couldn't help it!" he blurted out. "You don't know how it was. She ... she ... was like a black widow spider ... her and her sex, sex, sex!"
Gail waved a hand to reassure her brother that she was not condemning him.
"I can understand more than you think," She calmed him, her own thoughts in a muddle. "And-I'm not blaming you at all. Let's get that part straight. The one bad thing is that it makes it harder to do anything about her." Gail was remembering the look on Hazel's face as she had said that she would do anything to keep her sons with her.
"She wants me to get out." It came out flatly, with a tinge of despair.
Brad sat up straight and grabbed her hand. "No! You can't, Gail. Don't leave! Don't leave me now!" He was begging, and she managed a wry smile and patted his hand.
"If you leave, I'll leave!" Brad was wide-eyed with terror at the thought of being left alone now, with his battle for survival.
Gail's eyes opened wide. She turned the thought over in her mind. Perhaps that was the leverage she was seeking. Hazel was desperate enough to do anything-even to accept Gail into the household again, to keep Brad with her. And it would give them time to work out a plan of escape. It would also allow Gail time to get close to Bryan, to find out his attitudes, if she and Brad were to leave together. She might even be able to devise a scheme where all three could leave and try to find a normal life.
She patted Brad's hand as if he were a frightened little boy. "All right, Brad. Just stick to that. Whatever happens-whatever she threatens-you just stick to that idea. If I leave, you leave. Rut, we need time, right now. There's still Bryan to think of."
Brad was so relieved that he picked up her hand and kissed it, tears of gratitude springing to his eyes. He had been alone with his problem so long, he had begun to think it was hopeless, and now he had found a friend.
CHAPTER FIVE
The atmosphere was tense the next morning. Hazel pretended that no tension existed, and Bryan wasn't too sure just what was going on, but Brad and Gail were edgy and Gail looked hollow-eyed, from long hours of sleeplessness as she had tossed and turned, pondering the strange predicament they were in.
As she hobbled to the breakfast table, Hazel managed a sweet smile for the three who were already there. All three had finished their cold cereal, and were having toast and coffee, and Gail quickly set her mother's coffee before her as she sat down.
After a couple of moments of silence, Gail cleared her throat and began. "We talked it over last night-Brad and I," she said firmly. "We've decided that since you want me to get out, Brad is going with me."
It surprised Hazel and it angered her. She hadn't even considered this possibility. Bryan's interest picked up, for he hadn't been brought up to date on the family war.
"Like that," Hazel said caustically, stalling for time to compose her thoughts. "And just what will you use for money? Or hadn't you thought about that?"
"We'll manage. I can work. So can Brad. Well work it out." Gail sounded braver than she felt.
Hazel tried to awe Brad with her stare, but he dropped his gaze.
"Is that your decision, Brad, or just Gail's?"
Brad looked her right in the eye and said, "If she goes, I'm going with her."
Bryan was astonished at the sudden show of courage on Brad's part. He was also a little miffed that he hadn't been included in the family plans.
"There's just one thing, Brad. I'm still making the decisions concerning you and Bryan. Not Gail."
Gail cut in hurriedly, "It won't work, Mother. We have made up our minds and there isn't one damned thing you can dp to stop us. Either stay, and we work something out that is fair to Brad, or we leave now-today."
It was final, and Hazel shrewdly backed off. She stirred her coffee absently, careful not to meet Gail's gaze.
"And what happens if I agree to let you stay until it's time for your school to begin again?"
"We're going to work something out that will allow Brad to go to school in another city." Gail was gaining more confidence with each passing moment.
Hazel's mind was clicking like a computer. She was weighing all the facts and coming up with the right answer for her own purposes. If she gave Gail her demands, it would at least allow her another ten weeks or more to work something out. Perhaps in that time, she could persuade Brad that she truly did need him, or Gail might just blow her own game wide open with some foolish move.
"All right!" She had come to a decision. "You stay, and we'll work something out. No promises, mind you, but we will work on it."
Gail and Brad exchanged satisfied glances. Bryan sat frowning at them. He felt unimportant and in a vague way, he felt afraid of what lay ahead when and if they did leave.
"What about me? Don't I have any say in any of this?" He pouted.
Hazel patted his shoulder patronizingly. "Of course you do, Bryan. I was just thinking last night, about you and I going up to the lake for a couple of weeks. But now-well, maybe you'll have to go alone."
She surprised all of them and they stared at her. "I had thought that it would be nice if we all went up for a while and just acted like a family again," Hazel explained calmly. "But, with the way things are going, I think it would be better if I stayed here." She looked pointedly at Gail. Her hard eyes told her daughter that she now had the situation back in her control.
"I don't want to go up there alone," Bryan said petulantly. Gail's mind was clicking. She wondered if Hazel would allow her to go along with Bryan. It would be an ideal chance to-find out just what Bryan's intentions or hopes for the future were, and how deeply his mother had influenced his personality.
"Maybe-the three of us could go." She ventured.
Hazel glanced quickly at her and her answer leaped from her mouth.
"Oh, no! You're not going to be undermining me up there by yourself. You've done enough. That idea is out!"
Gail pretended to be disappointed, but secretly, she was elated.
"Then, how about just Bryan and I going, if you're afraid that Brad and I will run away or cook something up."
Hazel digested this for a moment. It might be an opportunity she could use, she reflected. It would allow her time alone with Brad-time to dissuade him from his newly arrived at decision to throw in his lot with his sister.
She looked at Bryan, trying to see how he had taken the suggestion. He was studying his sister, busy with his own thoughts. He remembered the sudden tingle he had felt when he had thought about his sister, naked, or engaged in some sexual act. It might be fun, he decided. He had nothing to lose. He had always liked it at Lake Sharon. His uncle had a nice cabin there, and, since he had moved to the East Coast, it had been just quietly taken over by his brother's family.
Brad had felt a momentary panic at the thought of being isolated with Hazel for any length of time. He had gained some courage through Gail, but without her, he wasn't sure if he could hold out against his mother.
"What do you think of that, Bryan?" Hazel asked.
Bryan shrugged and acted casual. "Sure. Why not? It might be fun."
"All right, it's settled." Hazel said brightly. "Now, when would you two like to go?"
Gail met Bryan's gaze. She wasn't quite sure if she had won the battle or not. Hazel was tricky. It would give her a lot of time alone with Brad, and, Gail knew, Brad was weak. Still, it did constitute a truce, and if she could enlist Bryan on her team, they could end up being a formidable force against Hazel's.
"I'm ready anytime," Bryan said, warming to the idea the more he thought about it. It would be good just to get away from the tension that had taken over the home. And, Gail just might be fun, once she was away from the smothering influence of her mother.
"Then why don't you two spend the day getting your things packed, and leave in the morning? It's only a three-hour bus ride. You'd better leave the car here for us."
Hazel glowed now, happy to be back in the driver's seat.
During the day, Gail had little chance to talk to Brad, but she did manage to be alone with him long enough to warn him not to give any ground to Hazel. Brad promised that he would be strong. She wanted to talk to him about staying clear of his homosexual friends, but she didn't know how to bring the subject up tactfully. Brad seemed forlorn at the thought of being alone with Hazel, and Gail didn't want to add more burden to his already heavy emotional load.
Hazel, on her part, cornered Bryan for a short warning talk. She told him that she trusted him to have a good time, and not to listen to any talk from his sister concerning his leaving home-She also added that, if he saw the opportunity, Bryan should try to dissuade his sister from her plan of taking Brad with her when she returned to college.
Bryan and Gail spent the three hours on the bus in meaningless chatter about the good times they had had at the cabin at Lake Sharon, when they were young children. It served to ease the slight tension between them.
After they arrived, they spent an hour dusting and cleaning the place, and then Bryan suggested a swim. Already, with the tension off, both had begun to like each other, and a gay spirit of fun was prevailing. Both were fine swimmers, and they romped in the water for over a half hour before they were tired.
It was late afternoon, and the air was warm, the water calm, as they walked out and sat on the small porch, enjoying the clean air and the quiet. Gail had brought a battery radio, and it was beside her, playing some soothing music.
"I wonder what people around here do for excitement?" Bryan mused. He was caught by the sight of Gail's thighs, exposed so that he could see her panties, as she sat with her knees up, leaning back in her chair.
"Not much, I suppose," Gail said absently. "They have dances on Saturday nights at the American Legion Hall in the village. I saw the sign in the store today. Maybe we will go tomorrow, Okay?"
"Yeah, if you want to." Bryan was still gazing at his sister's crotch, suddenly aware that she was a sexually attractive creature. Because of the separation, and the fact they had never been very close, made Bryan feel as if he were alone with an attractive girl that was almost a stranger. He felt his penis begin to harden, and as Gail caught him staring at her, she put her legs down.
"You've got nice legs," Bryan said boldly.
Gail said nothing. She looked at his face, again impressed by his good looks. In spite of herself, she felt drawn to him as a male. Fleetingly, the mental image of Bryan and her mother in bed, naked, enjoying each other's body, crossed her mind. It gave her a twinge between her legs.
"I was noticing your shape when we were in swimming," Bryan went on coolly. "No kidding, Gail, you've got a nice body."
She was blushing, and she didn't know why. She stood up and ruffled his hair, looking sheepish. "I suppose I should say thank you, sir," she said with a grin. "I'm going to take a little nap before I fix supper." She disappeared into the house, leaving Bryan with the remembrance of the aroused feeling she had created in him. She was sexy. It was going to be fun. He wondered just how much breaking down it would take to get Gail into bed with him.
He walked down to the lake, his mind busy with thoughts of Gail, his mother, his brother, and the generally confused state of his life. He couldn't get the sight of Gail's crotch and white thighs from his mind. Aloud, he said, "Why not? She's a girl. Coming from this family, she has to get hot once in a while."
By the time he returned to the cabin, he had firmly made up his mind that he would make a real pitch for her, at the very first chance he got.
Gail was lying on the lower bunk bed in the large main room. The cabin had two such bunk beds on the main floor, and a small loft stretched over the back part of the room, with rough wooden stairs leading up to it at a steep angle. In the loft were two double beds.
Bryan paused, staring at Gail. She was lying on her side, her knees curled up, looking innocent and girlish. Her skirt was hiked up and he stared at her rounded bottom, covered partially by her tightly drawn panties. Bryan walked to the foot of the bed where he could see more clearly. He stared hungrily at her crotch, seeing the few tiny hairs that spilled out of the edge of her panties.
His trouser front began to bulge outward as his penis grew hard. He wanted to take her panties off and see and touch her pussy, but he was afraid. He wasn't sure if she had felt that strange something that he had felt. He looked at her crotch for another long moment, as his cock continued to harden, then he went into the small bathroom and locked the door. He could hardly wait to get his stiff cock out and begin to masturbate. He was panting hard as he brought himself to orgasm within a minute, shooting his semen into his hand, then wiping it off on some toilet tissue, and flushing the toilet. He then washed his hands and his cock, and walked out into the main room. Gail was still in the same position, and Bryan looked at her crotch and then He walked around her and looked at her face.
He knew, as he stood there, that he would not again be satisfied to masturbate-he had to have her, kiss her body, her breasts and her cunt, and sooner or later, he had to put his cock into her warm pussy, and have all-out intercourse. He didn't know how he was going to do it, but it had to come about.
He walked over and lay down on the bunk opposite her, and in a few moments, Bryan was happily asleep. He slept for a long time, awakening to the succulent smell of frying pork chops and perking coffee.
Gail noticed that he was awake and she called merrily, "Come and get it in two minutes, sleepyhead."
Bryan grinned, momentarily watching her undulating buttocks as she moved about the small kitchen area under the loft. He headed for the bathroom, slapping her on the fanny lightly as he passed. "Okay, cook."
Gail paused, looking after him, wondering at the tingle that had shot through her as his hand had touched her bottom. He was a personable young man, she reflected. Probably had girls at school falling all over him.
She frowned at the sudden thought that Hazel had already spoiled his boyish innocence. She made an impatient gesture to herself as she busied herself taking up the meat and fried potatoes and steaming peas.
She was seated at the small table in the center of the room, smiling at Bryan as he eyed the food appreciatively.
As they ate, Gail felt a warm friendly feeling forming in her for her healthy young brother. He was polite, carefree, relaxed, as he complimented her on all of her cooking, and he showed that it was not just words by his ravenous consumption of her offerings.
When they had finished, over coffee and a piece of the apple pie she had also bought, Bryan said brightly, "How about a swim after the sun goes down, Gail? The water is warm."
"Sounds like fun." she responded gaily. "I'll do up these few dishes and be with you. You go ahead if you want."
"I'll help you with them," Bryan replied, taking his plate and silverware with him to the sink. Gail cleared the table and washed the dishes, while Bryan dried them and put them away in the cupboards.
Bryan brought their swimsuits in from where they had been drying on the low railing of the porch, and he tossed Gail's skimpy one-piece suit on her bunk, as he ducked into the bathroom and quickly donned his trunks. As he emerged, Gail was just pulling up the straps of her suit, and he caught the briefest of glimpses of a pinkish areola and the darker pink of one of her nipples.
Gail turned her back in embarrassment, shocked at the thrill she had felt as she felt Bryan's greedy eyes on her bared breast. She turned and looked at him, standing with a devilish grin on his face, hands on hips, his eyes roaming up and down her ripe curves.
She noticed the way the front of his trunks bulged, and the faint showing of hair on his chest. She imagined that he must be hung pretty heavily, judging from the size of his bulging crotch, and as she again felt a thrill go through her, she laughed in an embarrassed manner and headed for the door, grabbing a towel and tossing it at her brother.
They raced to the small dock and, without pausing, Bryan launched into a low dive, while Gail merely jumped into the water feet first. As he came up, Bryan was laughing and making bull-like noises as he blew his breath out with his mouth just below the water. Then he dove, and as Gail tried to guess where he would emerge, she felt his hands on her legs, pulling her down. She caught her breath and went under, kicking out wildly against his clawing hands.
She felt them slide up and brush across her pubic area, then up higher, to touch her breasts, as Bryan pushed her down deeper, then headed for the surface, half angry, half invigorated by his boyish play that had had so many overtones of sexuality.
"Bryan!" she spluttered. "Stop that!"
"Stop what?" he asked innocently, treading water, grinning at her.
"Don't be so fresh!" Gail said lamely.
"Fresh?" Bryan scoffed. "That word went out with high-button shoes. Besides, you kind of liked it." He eyed her boldly, then dove under the water again. This time, Gail moved away, swimming swiftly to the dock and hauling herself up. She laughed at Bryan's bewildered look when he finally surfaced. He was treading water, and when he saw her laughing face, he waved a derisive hand at her. "Chicken!" he called to her.
Gail stood up, breathless, grinning down at him, ten yards out in the water. She suddenly felt at ease with him, and she yelled, "Oh, yeah-" as she dove in a pretty arc, aiming her body so that, she would come into contact with his under the water.
She caught Bryan by surprise and he stared down into the murky waters, trying to pick up her white suit, but not spotting it. He suddenly felt her hands clawing at his trunks, and before he could stop her, Gail had pulled them down to his thighs! He grabbed at them as he sank beneath the water, laughing raucously at her audacity, enjoying the games they were playing. When he broke water, after pulling his trunks up over his hips, she was again at the dock, just hauling herself to a sitting position, brushing her soggy hair from her face.
"Now who's chicken?" Gail taunted.
"I'll show you!" Bryan yelled, swimming strongly for the dock. Gail stood up and ran toward the cabin as he pulled himself up on the dock and stood watching her. "Chicken!" he yelled after her. Gail turned and looked at him. Suddenly, the game was over. It was now serious. They were no longer sister and brother, she knew instinctively, but male and female, eager, anxious to explore the sexuality of the other.
She walked on to the cabin. Bryan stood watching her until she entered the door, then he walked toward the small structure.
When he entered, Gail was standing by the bunk, peeling off the wet suit. It was down around her hips and her breasts were bare, the nipples standing erect and taut, as she looked at her brother. She paused, just the faint edges of her pubic hair showing above the suit, then, she began to wriggle out of the suit!
Bryan stood transfixed at the sight of her loveliness, revealed so enticingly to him. She was inviting him to have her. She had felt what he had! Elation swept over him, and he shut the door and stood leaning against it, his chest heaving with emotion, his eyes shining with desire for his sister's body.
Stepping out of the suit, Gail grabbed a towel and put it around her shoulders, turning her back to Bryan, she said coyly, "Dry my back?"
He stared at the curve of her fanny, the twin mounds of flesh flowing smoothly together at her crotch. He could see the pubic hair hanging down from her crotch, an inch or more, and he feasted his eyes on her sensual hips, thighs and fanny. Almost in a daze, he walked over and took the towel and began to rub her cool flesh, thrilling as his hands moved downward and touched her round buttocks.
Gail's body was tingling at his touch, and shudders of delight swept over her as his hands touched her ass cheeks. Once she had made up her mind, Gail decided to go all the way. Her thoughts had been somewhat like Bryan's. She had thought: Why not? Hazel has already cut the melon. I might as well find out if it's as good as she seems to think it is.
But her own turned-on feelings had had a lot to do with her decision. Bryan had gotten to her, somehow, in these short hours they had been alone. She wanted him, as a male, and not just to spite or frustrate Hazel.
When her back was dry, she turned around, standing boldly before his admiring, hungry gaze. Bryan's eyes went over her breasts, then down to the opening of her vagina, plainly visible through her pubic hair. His hands trembled as he dried her breasts, pinching the nipples lightly through the towel. He began to dry her flat stomach, and as he moved downward to her thighs and her open crotch, he went to his knees, his eyes pinned on her opened pussy lips that revealed her clitoris nestled just inside.
He dried her lightly, then dropped the towel. His hands went around her buttocks, cupping the mounds of flesh, his nails digging in, stinging her, drawing her vagina to his mouth.
She felt a shudder of delight run over her body as his mouth closed on her pussy, and his tongue flicked inside, unerringly finding her knob of flesh, exciting it and sending waves of lust sweeping over her. She reached down and put her hands on the back of his head. His hair was damp, and she thrilled as she tangled her fingers in it, pulling his mouth closer to her cunt.
Bryan was expertly sucking her clitoris into his mouth, letting his teeth brush it as it slithered out. One of his hands had slid between her legs and his fingers were now probing deep inside her cunt, touching the inner walls, completing her thrilling approach to orgasm.
It had not dawned on her yet that this was her first experience with cunnilingus. She had had intercourse many times since she was seventeen and had surrendered her virginity to a boy in high school, but she had never had a man or a woman give her oral sex. It was new and exciting, and the added thrill of it coming from her own brother gave even more spice to the experience.
She felt herself rising to climax, and she squatted down a bit, moving her buttocks in and out as Bryan's tongue kept constant pressure on her clitoris. In a series of gasps, and shudders sweeping her body, Gail came. Bryan continued to hungrily suck at her bobbing clitoris, making guttural sounds. When the throbbing subsided, Gail gently pushed him away. She urged him to his feet, and quickly pulled off his swim trunks. It was made difficult by the erection that Bryan had. His penis was standing rigid and challenging, and Gail was fascinated by the size of it. Somehow, she had always thought of Bryan as a little boy, right up to today. But with his cock standing proudly, he was a man.
Strangely, she felt as if she were the amateur. She sensed from the way he had performed cunnilingus on her, that he was far more sexually experienced than she was, in spite of the difference in their ages. She didn't even know what kind of sex her brother wanted, only that he wanted it, as evidence by his stiff cock.
She walked to the bunk and laid on her back, her legs spread wide. Bryan walked over and stood staring down at her. His eyes roved her body, his breath coming hard. He finally met her eyes. He somehow felt a strange surge of superiority and power. First, his mother, ready and willing to give him whatever sexual satisfaction he wanted, and now his sister, much younger, much more desirable, lay with legs spread, awaiting his pleasure.
He lowered himself atop her, spreading the lips of her cunt with one hand, while he used the other to guide the head of his cock into the soft, hot, wet lips of her cunt. As it began to slide in and out easily, and he let his full weight down to add power to his thrusts, Gail raised her hips, wrapping her legs about his hips, meeting his lunges with all the full passion that was within her. Bryan's hands went underneath her buttocks, pulling her even tighter as he slammed his penis in to its full length with each motion.
Gail felt herself coming for the second time, and she clung to his back, her nails raking his flesh, seeking his mouth with hers and plunging her tongue deep into it. She began to moan as he speeded up his thrusts, mumbling, "Oh, fuck me, Bryan-fuck me-give it all to me."
Bryan was panting and moaning, but he said nothing. His whole being was focused on the sensations that his sister was providing as her body writhed in pleasure beneath his. He was possessed by the thought that she was so much more sexually exciting than Hazel had ever been, and he drove his cock in brutally, wanting to give Gail all the lusty joys that he was feeling.
As his semen squirted hotly into her vagina, Gail exploded in a series of orgasms that swept over each other like waves on a shore. They lay gasping, their mouths and bodies locked in a pulsating mass of hot flesh, each floating oh a cloud of sensual joy that left no room for thought-only feeling.
After a long time, with no words passing between them, Bryan's penis began to grow hard again inside her hot cavity. As she felt it, Gail began to stroke Bryan's hair, then his face, her fingers playing with his lips as she slid her tongue in and out of his mouth, arousing him totally with her provocative moves. She began to roll her hips about, so the flesh of her inner vagina rubbed against his now hard penis, and without any further coaxing, Bryan again began his up and down movement, his penis sliding easily into and out of her well-lubricated vagina.
Gail rose to fever pitch rapidly, and Bryan kept up a steady rhythm, and, inside two minutes, they both climaxed again.
As her throbbing clitoris quieted, Gail clung to Bryan, her arms wrapped tightly about his neck, murmuring desperately, "Oh, Bryan, my precious Bryan. What am I going to do?"
She fell silent after a while, and Bryan climbed off her, heading for the bathroom where he washed himself. When he returned, naked, his penis now hanging flabbily, she still lay in the bunk, her arms over her eyes, and she was crying softly.
Bryan walked to her and knelt beside her, kissing her forehead gently.
"Was I that bad, Gail," he asked, trying to sound bright.
She shook her head, still covering her eyes. "It isn't that, and you know it. It's just that I came home to help, and now, it's more mixed up than ever."
"I know-I know-" Bryan said soothingly, stroking her hair. "But don't let it get you down. Let's just make the best of what we have."
His wisdom impressed her, and she took her arms down, holding his face in both hands. She looked deep into his eyes and then kissed him hotly, her tongue going deep into his open mouth.
Bryan returned her kiss, then broke it, to move his mouth down to her breast. He toyed with her nipple with his tongue and teeth, and moved quickly down to position himself between her legs. He spread her cunt lips with his finger and began to again caress her clitoris with his tongue. He began to use his teeth on it as she responded, her hips moving up and down to meet his mouth with her cunt, and, in a passionate surge, Gail had another orgasm.
It pleased Bryan, for he had been touched by the guilty reaction of Gail to their intercourse. He had discovered something he hadn't felt for Hazel, when they had had sexual relations. There was a deep love inside him for Gail that her body heightened and made more meaningful. Somehow, sex with her didn't seem dirty or forced. They had both been filled with desire, and once they had engaged in full sex, it had been fulfilling and uplifting-at last for him.
"You're sweet," Gail said gently, caressing her brother's face with her smile and her soft expression.
"No, it's more than that," Bryan said gallantly. "It's because I love you."
They both looked deep into the other's eyes, struck by the seriousness of what he was saying. Both sensed that his declaration of love for her was not that of a brother for a sister, but of a young man for a young woman.
Gail touched his lips tenderly. "I love you, too, Bryan," she murmured. She pulled him close to her, rubbing his chest lovingly. "I want you, Bryan. Can you?"
Without a word, Bryan began to rub his penis with his hand. Her hand closed over his, helping him, and inside another moment, they maneuvered their bodies so that they were again locked in blissful sex.
CHAPTER SIX
They slept locked in each other's arms in the narrow bunk, and next morning, as the sun streamed in through the windows, Gail crept quietly from her brother's arms and donned a robe. She stood staring at his boyishly handsome face as she fastened the snaps on the robe.
She put some coffee on and laid out the bacon and eggs. She had the eggs and bacon ready before she shook him gently and kissed him softly on the cheek.
"Wake up, lover," Gail said merrily, laughing at the startled look on Bryan's face as he came fully awake. Then, recalling the events of the night before, he lay back, yawned and grinned.
"Hi, sexy!"
"Breakfast is waiting, master," Gail said mockingly, dipping low in a curtsy.
Bryan kicked off the blanket and sheet, forgetting that he was nude. He hastily covered himself with his hands, racing for his clothing which still lay on a chair. Donning his shorts and trousers, he ran to the bathroom, used the toilet and then splashed cold water on his face and hands.
He came out to the table looking ruddy and ready, and, without further conversation, he dug into the bacon and eggs and coffee.
"What's for today?" Bryan asked gaily as he got up from the table. "More of the same?" He was grinning devilishly down at his sister.
"You mean swimming, of course," Gail said, hiding a blush, using his light tone.
"Sure, what else?" He laughed, clearing his breakfast dishes and putting them in the sink.
"I have to get into, the village and get some food," Gail said, joining him in the kitchen. "Think it's too far to walk, or should we go down to the pay phone and call the taxi?"
There was a telephone booth outside a boat rental place about a quarter-mile down the lake's edge.
"I feel pretty peppy," Bryan said. "Let's walk, if you're game."
"I'm game."
They did the dishes, dressed casually, Bryan in sports shirt and slacks, Gail in slacks and a low-cut blouse, and set off for the two-mile walk to the village.
It was a lazy summer day, and they both wallowed in the pleasantness of the surroundings. They said little, but both were aware of the closeness that was between them now. They had walked about a half mile when a car came up behind them, and as they got out of the narrow road, it pulled to a halt and the driver blew the horn repeatedly.
They looked and saw a bronzed, blonde young man seated behind the wheel of a sports car. He grinned at them and yelled warmly, "Give you a lift into town?"
Gail liked his looks. He was stunningly handsome, she thought, with his blonde, Nordic features and his broad, muscular chest. She exchanged a glance with her brother and he shrugged. "Okay," she agreed.
They both climbed into the front seat with him, and he wasted no time in introducing himself. "I'm Rick Hale. My folks have a cabin around the bend of the lake. You two live here?"
"No," Gail said, somewhat awed by his easy manner. "I'm Gail James and this is my brother, Bryan." Bryan waved a casual greeting, and Rick beamed at Gail, not missing the nice cleavage which showed in the vee of her blouse.
"We're just visiting. We used to come up here every year, when we were kids. I don't ever remember seeing you."
"No," Rick said. "My folks just bought the place a couple of years ago. I've been away at college. This is my first look at it. It's beautiful." As he said it, he let his glance rove over Gail's body, a roguish glint making his eyes sparkle.
"Glad I met you guys," he said happily as he started the car again and pulled out into the road. "I had begun to think I'd have to spend the whole summer up here with a bunch of old fogies. Not that I don't like old folks-" He grinned, "but it's nice to meet a good-looking girl and a guy nearer my age."
His manner was disarming, and even Bryan smiled as he included him in his own age bracket, although he guessed Rick to be well over twenty-one.
"Say, you guys water ski?" he asked enthusiastically.
"I've never tried it, have you, Bryan?" Gail answered, catching Rick's spontaneous enthusiasm.
"Nothing to it. .You'll both have to come over and try it. I've got a new boat, too. Or if that's too fast for a start, I like to fish, too. How about you, Bryan?"
"Yeah, I like fishing," Bryan said, eyeing Rick's profile closely. He liked this fellow instantly, he decided, yet, he resented his moving in so easily. After last night, Bryan had looked forward to the next quiet days with only Gail. This fellow posed a distinct threat to his newly discovered passion for Gail.
Gail and Rick babbled merrily on as they drove, she telling him she wanted to get some supplies at the store, and he quickly offered to bring them back to their own cabin.
He had to take his car in for an oil change, and after he left it, he joined them in the very modern, though small, supermarket. He babbled happily away while he pushed the shopping cart about, and Bryan felt as if he were being ignored. Gail was obviously taken by the gaiety and easygoing manner of Rick Hale, and Bryan sensed that much of her time at the lake was going to be taken up with him. He consoled himself by telling himself that there would be the nights, when they would be alone in the cabin, and that the spark would come alive again brightly, once Rick was not in the immediate picture.
As they were piling the bags in the rear seat of his car, Rick snapped his fingers in sudden remembrance.
"Say-" he bubbled, "there's a dance at the Legion Hall here tonight, Gail. How about it?"
She responded without a thought about Bryan. "I'd love it."
"Good. I'll run back to the gas station and get tickets." He started away, then turned, frowning. "I'm sorry, Bryan. I forgot to ask if you'd like to go, too."
"I don't dance yet." Bryan was pouting, and his tone was surely.
"Good time to learn. There might be some young girls there." Rick was sincere, but Bryan was nettled when he had said "young girls," as if Bryan were a small boy.
"Yes, Bryan," Gail added, realizing that she had not included him in her thinking when she had accepted the date offer. "You'd have fun."
"No, you two go ahead. I'll find something to do. I'll get a couple of magazines back in the market and read, or something." He made no pretense of covering his irritation and disappointment.
"Say," Rick said, his bright smile returning after the awkwardness of the past moments, "Tell you what! I've got a battery TV set. It picks up three channels real good. I'll bring it over tonight when I pick up your sister. How's that?"
"You don't have to worry about me," Bryan said. He was impressed by the gentlemanly thoughtfulness-that Rick displayed, but he still was unsure about his liking for him, because of the threat he posed.
"No bother!" Bryan waved his hand casually as he climbed in and started the car.
He and Gail talked about what kind of music there might be at the dance, and he told her he had heard that it was a pretty good trio that came down from the city. They played plenty of rock numbers, he had heard, as well as the smoother dance music that a lot of the older dancers preferred.
As he carried the grocery bags into the cabin, Rick was struck by the fact that there seemed to be only the two occupants.
"Boy, I'm dumb!" He smacked his forehead with the heel of his hand. "I should have asked if I could get tickets for-for your parents."
"There's just Bryan and me." Gail said quickly.
"You mean-all the time?" Rick said soberly.
"Oh, no-my mother, well-" Gail struggled to choose the right words, "-she's partially crippled. You see, I'm home for summer vacation from college, too, and she was nice enough to stay alone while we enjoy a few weeks up here."
"Oh-" Rick said, smiling pleasantly. "Well, I'm sure glad she did."
Gail was disturbed with herself. For some reason, she had handled it badly. She had not even mentioned Bradley. She felt as if she were on the defensive, and she didn't know why. But when her eyes fell on Bryan's cold face, she knew that it was her acts with him the night before that were now upsetting her equilibrium.
"Oh-we have an older brother-older than Bryan-" she stammered, "but he's-he's away."
Rick sensed that she was upset by the conversation and he grinned. "I didn't mean to pry, Gail. I was just afraid I'd missed somebody on the dance."
She smiled weakly, nodding. She wondered why she had lied and said that Brad was away. Was it because of her feeling ashamed of him and his homosexuality, she wondered.
Rick paused at the door and said with his warm smile, "Pick you up at eight?" She nodded, and he pointed a finger at Bryan, cocking his thumb as if he were firing a pistol. "And I'll bring the TV for you, Butch!" He grinned. He left, and they heard his car start, then fade into the silence of the woods that surrounded the lake.
Gail busied herself putting away the groceries, and Bryan flopped on the bunk. He had been taken down a peg by the intrusion, and he still wasn't certain of what he could do to regain his former position of number one with Gail.
Gail came in and stood beside her brother. She felt that he did resent Rick, and she tried not to sound defensive as she remarked, "He's nice, isn't he?"
"Who?" Bryan pretended to be dumb.
"Rick, of course. Come on, Bryan, he was very nice. I think that we'll have fun trying to water ski or fish. You aren't jealous because I'm going to the dance with him?"
"No," he sneered. "Why should I be jealous? Who am I to tell you who to go out with?"
Gail felt anger forming, but she fought it down.
"You're right!" she snapped. She walked out on the porch and got her swimsuit and his trunks. "I feel like a swim," she said upon returning.
'How about you?" She smiled at him.
He shook his head, not meeting her eyes. Gail was puzzled at his peevish mood. Rick's coming couldn't change what had happened last night, but Bryan acted as if his big love affair had blown up.
Gail reached down and touched his hand. "Bryan-" He still didn't look at her. "Remember what you told me last night?" Gail said softly.
Bryan nodded, still unyielding. "I still mean it."
His wondering gaze finally rested on her eyes. He half sat up, and he reached out and touched her leg. There was a boyish panic in his face, and his voice caught when he pulled her close and held his head to her thigh. "I was afraid, Gail..." He couldn't put his fear into words, but she understood.
"It's all right, Bryan. I understand. He's just a date."
He lay back, smiling gently, gratitude in his eyes. "I guess I knew that, but I'm glad you said it. It's okay."
"Swim?" Gail said in relief, glad his mood had passed.
"Sure!" Bryan said, jumping up and taking his trunks. He headed for the bathroom, then whirled, his old devilish grin on his face. "No need to dress or undress in private, I guess." Before she could say a word, he had quickly peeled off his shorts and trousers and stood there exposed, quickly donning his swim trunks.
Gail felt ashamed, suddenly, yet she didn't want to hurt his feelings again. She turned her back and took off her slacks, blouse and panties, and quickly squirmed into her suit, conscious of his burning eyes upon her back.
They raced toward the water and dove in, Gail first. When she surfaced, she swam a long way out toward the center and Bryan followed her at a more leisurely pace.
Rick could be a problem, she was thinking. He was so handsome, so easy to like. Yet she was looking forward to being with him that evening.
The camaraderie and daring recklessness of their swim the evening before was gone, and, after a few moments, she said she was cold, swam to the dock, and got out. Bryan swam for a few moments longer, and as she was getting into her clothes, he came into the cabin.
He dressed in the bathroom, then lay on his bunk, the radio on low. Finally, he drifted off to sleep, and as she showered and preened and set her hair, Gail tiptoed and moved softly so as not to awaken him.
They ate a late supper, and it was after seven when the dishes were done. Bryan was fidgety, and he left, saying he was going to walk down by the lake. As Gail prettied herself for Rick, she fell to wondering just what she would have to tell the man who might become serious over her-who might propose marriage.
During her time at college, she had dated frequently, taking sex pitches as they came. She followed a simple rule: if she really liked the man she dated, and he wanted sex, she gave it to him. If he didn't turn her on, that was that. As her thoughts returned to Rick, she warned herself to be cautious, because he definitely did turn her on. He hadn't even touched her in a sexy way, and she could feel the chills go up her body.
He arrived, early, lugging the portable TV set inside proudly, looking disappointed when he didn't spot Bryan. He set it on a small stand and turned it on, adjusting the pull-out rabbit ears carefully, bringing in a channel very clearly.
"There, that ought to keep him happy!" he said enthusiastically.
He turned and gave his attention to Gail for the first time. She had on a mini-dress that showed her shape off to perfection, and it brought a low wolf whistle from Rick. He was wearing a sport coat and slacks, and a shirt and tie. He looked casual, yet well-dressed, and she admired his taste as well as the way he wore clothes.
"We'll knock these hicks dead!" he enthused as he walked about her in a circle, eyeing her curves. "Wow!"
She beamed at the compliment and said nervously, "You look very nice, Rick."
Their eyes locked and that thrill came to her as his face grew serious. "You're a beautiful girl," Rick said.
Gail blushed. "Thank you," she said demurely.
"Shall we go?" he asked, breaking the spell.
"I'd like to wait a moment or so until Bryan gets back," Gail said quickly. "He can't be too far. I'll call." She stepped to the door and called Bryan's name. She heard his muffled reply come from the edge of the lake a hundred yards or so away, and in a moment, he appeared, shambling idly to the cabin.
He waved without enthusiasm to Rick, saying, "Hi."
Rick pointed to the TV and said, "Hope there's some shows you like on tonight."
"Yeah. Thanks." It was flat and somewhat cold, indicating lack of interest.
Rick turned to Gail. "Well ... ? " he asked.
"Yes, let's be going." Gail felt bad, leaving Bryan in this foul mood, but she knew that he would soon be lost in one of his TV programs. She kissed him lightly, patting his shoulder and saying, "Have a good time. We won't be too late, I don't think."
Rick waved and they left. As the sound of the car's motor died into the still night, Bryan felt strangely alone. He wandered about for a few moments, then adjusted the set to a program that was just beginning, and settled himself comfortably before the set.
At home, Brad, too, was restless. He too had tried to take his mind off his problem by watching TV, but he just couldn't get into the drift of the corny movie he had tuned in. He missed Bryan, for some odd reason. He finally concluded that he felt too much alone with Hazel, and he had to give almost all his attention to her whims.
Since Gail and Bryan had been gone, Hazel seemed to have contrived things for him to do, to see to, to bring to her-anything to create a situation where they would be in constant contact. So far, she had made no sexual demands nor had she even tried to wheedle him into personal body contact, where she would try to use her sex appeal to melt him.
He finally faced the fact that he was horny. He wanted to be with Hal. They had had no contact for over a week, and Brad was edgy, needing sexual satisfaction-his way, with his lover. Nothing else would satisfy him.
Hazel was in her bedroom, having showered. She was preening before her mirror, admiring the body she loved so, humming softly to herself. It was going fairly well, she thought, between her and Brad. At least, they had been together almost all the time, and at one point last night, she had brought up the subject quietly, about his ideas about what college he might like to attend. Hazel had dreamed up a final, last-ditch plan to thwart Gail. Or Brad, if he threatened to leave.
She had decided to swim with the tide, and let Brad choose a college of his choice, if it were not too far distant. If he insisted, and Gail appeared to be winning him to. her side, Hazel had determined that she would sell the house and move to the college town of Brad's choice!
He would have no objections to that, she felt, once he admitted that the college was his own choice, without her influence being a factor.
She was toying with the idea that he might like to see a movie. He had seemed so confined, like an animal in a cage, the past few hours. She laid it to the fact that a wet blanket had been thrown over his plans to run off, with Gail's help. It never crossed her mind that he might actually be lonely for Hal.
She heard the door chimes, and she crept over to her door and opened it a crack. She knew it would be Hal.
"Hi, Brad," he said warmly as he entered. "Where have you been keeping yourself? Anything the matter?"
Brad shook his head and they went into the living room. She could hear their muffled voices but couldn't make out their words. She closed her door and hurried to get fully dressed. She hobbled oyt into the living room, pretending she did not, know he had a visitor.
"Oh, Hal," she simpered. "I didn't hear you come in. I was just going to ask Brad if he'd take me to a movie."
"Oh, Mom-not tonight!" Brad couldn't keep the animosity out of his voice. He knew that she was deliberately doing this to keep him and Hal apart.
"Honey," Hazel cooed, "I got all dressed up. I've wanted to see that picture at the drive-in for so long." Her face was drawn into a picture of disappointment.
She saw them exchange glances, and then Brad said firmly, "I can't, Mom. I just promised Hal I'd go out with him."
Hazel bristled, but she kept control of herself:
"Well, I would think, with all summer to be with Hal, and with you planning to leave to go to college-" She didn't have to finish it. She knew she had made her point.
"Hal is welcomed to come along if he'd like," she said frigidly.
"Hey!" Hal said when he had recovered his wits. "You mean your mom is going to let you go away to college, after all?"
He was genuinely surprised, but Brad sounded unenthusiastic as he said, "Well, we've talked about it."
"Hey, that's super!" Hal bubbled. "Now, if I can just talk my old man into it, maybe we can go to the same one."
Brad tried to signal Hal to change the subject, but Hazel cut in sharply: "Yes, we have only talked about it a little. If I have my way, Brad will go to school right here." She meant it as a reminder to her son that he was walking a tightrope.
Brad waved a weary hand. "Okay, we'll go to the movie, Mom."v
"Oh, that's nice of you." Hazel tried not to sound too jubilant. "Would you like to go, Hal?"
"No-I guess not." She had put the damper on even his enthusiasm. He rose and headed toward the door. He stopped as he opened it, and Brad followed, saying to his mother over his shoulder, "Go ahead and get your purse. I want to talk to Hal a second."
As Hazel disappeared into her room, he said to Hal in a whisper, "I want to see you later. Be up after the movie. I'll meet you in the park, near the pool."
Hal's quick smile told him that he too, felt the need for some loving, and he quickly shut the door, calling loudly, "So long. See you tomorrow, maybe."
Brad brought the car around and-helped Hazel into the seat beside him, hating her overbearing manner. She had won again, and he hated himself for always being a loser.
At the drive-in, he sat glumly ignoring her, trying to get interested in the film they were seeing. He was too tensed up, too needful of a time with Hal. Hazel tried to felt the ice between them, but he rebuffed her with cold silence.
Hazel grew quickly bored with the movie, and she moved close to Brad and began to try to cuddle up to him. As she put her hand on his, he rudely took his away. "Brad-" She said reprovingly, "don't be so mean and cold. After all-"
"You said you wanted to see a movie. I gave up my plans to bring you. Now, you're not even watching. It was just one of your old tricks." Brad surprised himself at the vehemence of his accusation.
Hazel pouted for a few moments, then asked him to drive her home. The movie was only half over, and they arrived home less than two hours after they had left.
As he put the car away, Brad felt better. He was beginning to take a lesson from his sister, and stand up to Hazel. As her name crossed his mind, he wondered what she and Bryan were doing up at the lake. Probably driving each other crazy, due to the boredom, he reflected.
He went into the house, wanting to be sure his mother was safely in her room before he sneaked out to meet Hal. As he drank a glass of cold milk in the kitchen, Hazel hobbled into the room, clad in a filmy negligee that revealed her body to his gaze. Brad turned coldly away, almost sickened by the look in her eyes as she tried to look alluring and sexy.
"After you've undressed, Brad, dear," Hazel said in a honeyed tone, "come in and talk to me for a while. We need to talk..."
Brad set the empty glass on the table and walked to the doorway, passing close to her without touching her. "I'm tired, Mom, I'm going to bed early. Talk to you tomorrow." He went into his room quickly, not giving her a chance to coax or rant. He locked the door and lay on his bed, listening to her hobbling about her room, finally turning on the TV and settling in her bed.
An hour later, he quietly opened his bedroom window wide and left.
Hazel was restless. She couldn't get her mind off Brad and his coldness toward her. She felt that if she could get him alone a few times, and get him back into the old swing of things as they had been before Gail returned, he would become his old self once more. She climbed out of bed, snapped off the TV and went across the hall to his room. She tried the knob, and finding the door locked, she rapped softly on it. She ended up rapping as hard as she could, growing angrier by the moment.
By the time it dawned on her that Brad was not in his room, she was seething. He was going too far, jilting her for a fag! She returned to her bed, determined that tomorrow there would be some new rules for her bullheaded son, rules that would be obeyed, or else!
CHAPTER SEVEN
Bryan was troubled. He hadn't liked the way that his sister had looked at Rick, nor the way that he had eyed her body. He had been polite and proper, but there was that look in his eyes that told Bryan that he wanted to bed Gail ... as soon as he could manage it. And Gail acted as if she'd peel off her panties at the drop of the slightest hint.
Bryan had to get out in the air. The night skies and the woods soothed him, somehow. He could put his mind on straight-arrow thinking, walking at night. He couldn't get into the right mood this night, however, for he wanted to be absolutely sure how long Rick kept Gail out. He cursed mildly, knowing he was being a jealous fool. It was probably a regular date, for Rick had been nice for the most part. Saturday would be just another day to them, with no real reason to rise early, and therefore, to get a regular amount of sleep.
He finally returned to the cabin, put out the lights and sat in a chair, close to the open window that opened onto the small porch. He could see and hear clearly, he felt. He assumed that Rick would park the car in front of the house, if he hadn't stopped along the way in a more isolated area, to make his pitch. Bryan had no doubt that Rick would make a pitch, and a strong one. He had seen the way he had looked at Gail's fanny and legs, and how his eyes had seemed glued to her half-exposed breasts.
It was ten minutes before one o'clock before his vigil was rewarded. Rick's car purred up to the front, and he pulled it off the narrow road and quickly shut off the lights.
Bryan was eagle-eyed at the window, their figures clear-cut in the bright moonlight, their voices sharply audible on the still night air.
"It was wonderful, Rick," Gail said, leaning over and caressing his cheek. "I can't recall when I've had a better time."
"Gail-" Rick sounded serious, "I know it sounds corny, but tonight-when we were dancing, and when we walked outside-and I felt you in my arms, your body so close and desirable. I fell in love with you."
Bryan saw his hand go to Gail's breast as he pulled her close and kissed her. He could tell by the way she moved her head about, positioning her mouth, that she was accepting his tongue into her opened mouth.
"I want you so, Gail-" Rick pleaded, his hand now moving to below her waist, out of Bryan's sight. But as he watched her surge toward him with a moan, Bryan could guess where Rick had his hands. He was exploring the soft warmth of her pussy. His voice was husky with desire when he went on, "Please-Gail-please let me."
Gail struggled against his kiss for a moment, then pushed him away with a weak gesture.
"I can't!" she gasped.
"You mean you won't," Rick argued persuasively. "Don't tell me you don't want the same thing I do. I can feel it in your kiss-the way your body responds to me-"
"That doesn't matter. I just can't do it," Gail maintained.
"Honey-it's torture for me to be like this, and not be able to have you." Rick's voice was ragged with need for sexual relief.
"Then stop. Let me go on in!" Gail said with a note of desperation.
Bryan saw her glance over her shoulder at the cabin. "Bryan will hear us." It sounded lame.
"Let him!" Rick said. "I'm not ashamed of my love for you-nor my need."
"Oh, Rick-Rick-" Gail moaned as his hand explored the wetness and heat of her vagina, his finger rubbing her clitoris insistently. Without realizing that she was doing it, she slid her hand over and began to rub his penis, standing hard and stiff beneath the cloth of his trousers. For a long time, they mutually masturbated each other, their panting the only sounds that broke the silence.
Gail broke away suddenly, and in the same pushing movement that separated them, she opened the car door and scrambled out. She slammed the door shut and leaned against it, looking at the frustrated Rick. "Rick, darling,-" she apologized, "forgive me, but I just can't."
Rick shrugged in resignation and settled behind the wheel, starting away from her. "Things happen," he said nonchalantly. "Just so you understand that I can't help what happened to me tonight. And-"He turned to look at her without smiling, "In all honesty, I'm going to keep on feeling this way. About you-about wanting you. So, tomorrow, you'll know, when I see you, that I'm still me-Rick-still in love with you."
Gail said nothing, but her smile was soft as he started the motor and waved his hands as he drove away. She stood watching until the car had disappeared and the sound of the motor grew almost indistinguishable. She walked into the cabin, tiptoeing, thinking that Bryan was asleep. She glanced at his bunk, then walked over, surprised that he was not there.
"I'm here," Bryan said coldly, from his seat by the window.
"Oh! Gail gasped. "You frightened me!" She turned on a lamp and stared at him. Bryan looked for all the world like an indignant husband, she thought. His disapproval and jealousy were written all over him.
"You were spying on us!" Gail accused, suddenly angry.
He shrugged coldly. "Not spying-just looking out the window."
"It's the same thing!" she said hotly. "What did you expect to see?"
"About what I saw."
"And what was that?"
"Rick feeling your cunt. You, sticking your tongue halfway down his throat, and maybe playing with his cock!"
Gail started to deny it vehemently, but her anger took over. "So--? " she challenged.
"So-what happened to me?" He began to pout and his tone was surly.
"I didn't do anything wrong!" Gail said, hating herself for going on the defensive.
"What do you call 'wrong'? " Bryan said sarcastically. "Do you have to spread your legs and let him put it into you before you call it wrong?"
"Don't be a pig!" Gail spat in frustration. "You don't own me, you know. You act as if you are my husband-or worse than that-my mother!"
It hit home and hurt, and it angered him.
Gail was conscious of the throbbing desires that had not subsided-desires that had been unsatisfied by the man who had put them there. She felt irritable, because she had been cheated. She had wanted to go all the way with Rick, to have him fulfill her wants and needs for sex with him, and in a vague way, she blamed Bryan for it. If he hadn't been there, she tried to rationalize, Rick could have come in and-She broke off her thinking on that score by remembering that if Bryan weren't here, she wouldn't be, either.
She turned and went into the bathroom, closing and locking the door. She stripped off her clothes, letting her hands linger on her aching flesh, her fingers tweaking the nipples of her breasts, then moving down to caress the lips of her vagina. God! I need it! Gail thought. I needed it bad! She recalled the feel of Rick's finger inside her pussy, and the way his hard cock had thrilled her with its virile promise, as she had stroked it.
She washed in cold water, hoping that it would quiet her nerves and still her lust. She lingered long with the washing of her vagina, rubbing the rough washcloth harshly against her vagina, partially masturbating. But it only made her more frustrated. She dried herself with the towel, splashed on some cologne, and stepped out into the main room of the cabin, totally nude! She felt an abandon that made her body tingle. She hoped that Bryan was awake, and that he was as horny and ready as she was!
Bryan was sitting on his bunk. He was naked, and his penis was beginning to rise and grow hard! It was as if he had been reading her mind! She couldn't know that Bryan had spent the past moments steeling himself to satisfy his own needs and desires, whether his sister resisted or not. He was ready to rape her, if necessary, so violent was his passion for her. His appetite had been whetted as he watched another man feel her private parts-parts that belonged to him alone, after last night!
"He got you all hot for me." His voice was cold, and almost a sneer. His mouth curled in a superior smile, and for a moment, he reminded Gail of Hazel.
"Don't torment me, Bryan!" She pleaded. She had no pride left. Once she had succumbed to her incestuous lust for her brother, she felt stripped of all her virtues, seeing herself as a lustful, sensuous carbon copy of her mother.
"You need it bad, don't you?" He went on, enjoying the sadistic surge of power that swept him, adding to his sexual arousal.
"Yes! Yes! I need it! Is that what you want to hear?" Gail moaned. "I want sex! I want you."
She half stumbled over to stand before him, her hands outstretched in a gesture of entreaty. Bryan eyed her appreciatively, feasting his eyes on her breasts and her vagina. He felt like a sultan, deciding whether he would or would not gratify the needs of one of his harem. He edged forward, spreading his legs, allowing his rigid penis to stand up straight and hard. Without touching it, he commanded harshly, "Suck it!"
Gail did not hesitate. She reached out and grasped his cock in her hand, rubbing it up and down for a few seconds, then she bowed her head and took Bryan's cock into her mouth. It was a new sensation for her, but she found it aroused her even more, and 'she began to suck hard, bobbing her head up and down rapidly, plunging the stiff flesh-pole deep into her mouth.
Bryan's smile was lustful. His eyes glazed with pleasure and power, and he thrust his buttocks up hard, to meet her sucking mouth. He was enjoying his mastery over her as much as he was the sensual pleasures that roamed his body. He eyed her avidly as she appeared to be enjoying the feel of his cock driving deep inside her. He didn't even care, at the moment, if she might be fantasizing that it was Rick she was fellating. No matter what she might be dreaming of, it was he, Bryan, who was getting the blow job!
As he felt himself nearing orgasm, Bryan leaned forward and grasped her head with one hand, and the exposed shaft of his penis in the other. He pulled her head in a rapidly increasing rhythm, as he wallowed in the feel of her lips touching his hand at the depth of her suction on his prick. He gave a vicious thrust forward, holding her head tight as his semen began to shoot into her mouth.
It shocked her momentarily, but she instinctively began to swallow it. The more she swallowed, the more frantically she strove to ingest it all. She thrilled pervertedly at the feel of his hot, hard cock inside her mouth, and as she looked upward into his lustful eyes, she felt that she was nearing a climax.
She continued to suck hard, playing with his balls with one hand and stroking the shaft of his prick with the other. She felt wanton, and she loved it, even though she couldn't give herself a satisfactory explanation. She kept on, with Bryan encouraging her by continuing to pull her head toward him with a steady rhythm, and in another moment, as her jaws began to ache dully from the unusual action, he suddenly withdrew his penis from her mouth, holding it in his hand, waving her to the floor.
She stretched out on the hard floor, cushioned only by a thin well-worn mat of some synthetic fiber. It was rough and scratchy against her buttocks and back, but it made her even more hungry to feel Bryan's penis inside her. She was in a strange half trance, all her emotions tumbling over each other as she watched Bryan position himself between her legs.
He reached for the pillow on his bunk and shoved it underneath her bottom, elevating her cunt up so that he had easier access to it. He held his cock firmly in his hand, leaning forward and running just the swollen head of it along the crack formed by her cunt lips. It was tantalizing, and when it came into contact with her clitoris, Gail gasped and tried to buck upward to keep the contact and friction. But Bryan tired of the frame, and he reached down and grasped her legs, maneuvering them so that her ankles rested on his shoulders. Gail sensed what he wanted to do and cooperated by trying to lock her feet around his neck.
He moved closer, guiding his rigid tool into her vagina, squirming about until he had solid, constant contact with her clitoris, then he began his in and out motion. It allowed him to go deep inside her, and, at the same time, he was rubbing her sensitive clit with the head and shaft of his penis, almost constantly. Bryan began to breathe hard and Gail moaned with the joyous fulfillment she was receiving.
She didn't know where the idea came from, but she suddenly gasped, "Talk dirty to me, lover. Fuck me, and talk to me!"
"Did-you-like-sucking me off?? " Bryan gasped, punctuating each word with a deep thrust of his cock into her vagina.
"I loved it! It was so good!" Gail panted.
"It felt good, going so deep into your mouth ... and having you suck me dry like that!" He was gasping now, turned on by the talk more than she was.
"I loved having your come in my mouth! I loved sucking your prick! I loved it-loved it-" Gail was gasping madly for breath now as she approached her climax.
"You fucker--! " Bryan gasped viciously. "You wonderful, horny cocksucker!" And then it burst from his subconscious, beyond his control or understanding. "You're better than Mom could ever be!"
As he said it, she felt his hot juices shoot into her cunt and she locked her mouth to her brother's, sucking his tongue in with deep, inhaling motions, completely removed from the time and the place. She was conscious only of the delightful sensations that were sweeping through her body as she became vaguely aware that he had stopped his pumping motions and was lying atop her, his full weight almost smothering her.
As far as she was able to interpret her conscious thoughts, all Gail could think of was the glorious feeling that filled her being, brought about by her brother. She was half absorbed in thoughts of how she could continue this orgiastic binge, without upsetting all the apple carts that were so much atilt.
As Bryan slowed, and his cock began to soften, Gail could not let him go at that moment. She sucked his tongue in deeply and moaned, "Oh, Bryan, don't go. Don't stop. Fuck me more-fuck me all night-forever!" Something that he had said, she knew vaguely, had really turned her on. What had it been? Suddenly, she remembered it clearly. He had compared her to Hazel, their mother, and he had said she was much better.
And, from out of nowhere, she suddenly fantasized that it was Rick Hale atop her. Then the dream quickly dissolved and it was Rick atop her mother, then it was Rick atop Bryan-then Brad, down on his knees, sucking Rick's cock. Penises and vaginas melted into a big blur, and she felt sick. She felt degraded and shamed, and she wanted to run to the cool, clean water of the lake and dive in-never to come up.
She must have almost fainted, she knew, for when she came to her senses fully, Bryan was standing beside her, a cold washcloth in his hand, and he was rubbing it over her forehead. Bryan was saying, "Come on, sis, snap out of it, wake up. Shape up!"
It took a moment for the cobwebs to clear from her mind, and then all the strange, exotic memories came rushing back, and with them, sudden fear. Gail had never passed out in her entire life that she could recall, and now, after her sex bout with her brother, she felt weak and sapped of all will and self-control.
She looked at Bryan's face. Was it contempt that she saw there? Concern? Or just puzzlement?
"I don't know what happened-" Gail said, running her hand over her forehead.
"You really got with it," Bryan said with a wicked grin. "Man, when you let go, you really unwind."
Bryan was undergoing a strange phenomenon. He felt like a sultan. He felt like Casanova, Don Juan and Errol Flynn, all wrapped into one man. He had never seen a woman respond so violently and completely as his sister had, and-Rlthough he had only Hazel to compare her to, Bryan knew that much of the sex talk at school was not just plain "bull." He had really turned Gail on to his frequency, and he suddenly felt all powerful, as if he should be able to call the shots. He suddenly remembered his frustration, jealousy, and resentment at his sister's response to Rick. He couldn't understand the jealous waves that swept him, but he knew that he didn't want his record sex performance challenged by Rick-a Johnny-come-lately who seemed out for one thing-only to get into Gail's panties.
"I guess we can have a nice vacation, sis," Bryan said cockily. "All by ourselves!" He said the latter phrase pointedly, looking hard at Gail.
She nodded without comprehending his point, unconsciously rubbing her crotch. She was sore from all the wild sex, and it was a happy pain she was feeling, yet, she couldn't get the vision of Rick from her mind, nor the feel of his hands on her body. She was vaguely aware that she had used a cheap, immoral substitute for what she really wanted-the feel of Rick inside her, his mouth on her pussy, his cock deep inside her, while his mouth sucked the insides from her own.
She felt trapped, and she suddenly realized that she was in the same sexual, slimy trap that her mother had been in for so many years-hung up on sex with a member of her own family. The thought sobered her and she stood up. She faced Bryan with a grim face. She had to end this farce now, before it led to complete tragedy. "We have to stop, Bryan!" Gail said firmly.
"Stop? Stop what? All this fun?" He was still acting like he was superman.
"No more. It's bad enough that we've gone this far, but there won't be any more." In spite of her bold front, Gail wasn't sure she could stick to the vow. She was disturbed and vaguely frightened by the glowering expression on her brother's face. She wished they had a car. At the moment, she needed to get away from Bryan. He was too strong a personality-almost as overwhelming as was Hazel. Somehow, the moment she had met Rick, Gail had realized that here was an escape-a chance to get back to the normality that had ceased the moment her father had died in the accident.
Gail had remembered much more of the marriage than had either of her brothers, and she knew how Hazel had always dominated the family. Her father had not been a weak man, but had chosen to keep peace in his home by allowing certain privileges to be granted. He had been more than lenient with all three children and especially with Gail. He had adored her, and in many areas, had used her as a buffer between himself and his domineering mate. The boys had always been Hazel's private property. But-not since Bryan had succumbed so wonderfully to her body! She did have a weapon, feeble as it might turn out to be-and, she did have an ace in the hole!
She had Rick. He was strong, smart, understanding. And ... he loved her ... or, he said it was so, and he had acted as if it were true. Gail tried to evaluate Rick. She went over his every action, and, considering the hot, eager way she had acted, she had to find no fault with him. He had acted like any young, healthy male would have acted.
But-could she entrust him with the secrets of her weirdo family? Or, was she merely using him as an escape-a convenient way out of this mess that she had helped create?
Gail looked at her brother, who was now half asleep, satiated sexually, sure of himself in his male dominance. She wanted to throw up. She wanted to take it all back. She wished with all her heart that she had never come home for vacation-never gotten tangled up with the rotten mess that was her family-and, at the same instant, she gulped down the thoughts, for if she hadn't-she wouldn't have met Rick.
She paused in her thoughts, trying to sort out the good and the bad, and she could see only one face-Rick's. She qualified everything the heart of her was saying, and she lied to herself in some instances, but as she sobered, and looked at herself-and the cocky, confident countenance of her brother, Gail hated herself. But-she knew where she belonged. She knew where she had to go. She had an escape hatch ... and, even though she wasn't sure of her feelings for Rick-he was there. He was a way. A beautifully, attractive way out. All she had to do was to call on him. Walk away. Leave Hazel and her fucked-up sons. Let them have this weird world of sex that Hazel had decreed.
She looked at Bryan and, somehow, she knew that there would never be an end to it. He had too much, he was too sexy, too good, too satisfying. Even if she were to marry Rick, she couldn't be sure. And she knew, suddenly, what a hopeless trap she had fallen into. A trap of Hazel's making. Fear grew in her heart that she was becoming a carbon copy of her mother. A dynasty of filth was building, and she felt helpless to halt it.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Gail slept fitfully, but she woke at daybreak, a new determination driving her into a wide-awake alertness. She dressed quietly, putting on a warm sweater over her dress, and left the cabin. She headed for the village at a brisk pace, feeling cleansed by the sharp, pine-scented touch of the breeze.
She stopped at a small restaurant as she reached the place and called Rick. He answered sleepily, but became quickly interested when he recognized her voice.
"I'm at The Flapjack," she explained. "Can you come over? I have to talk to you ... about last night. I'll have some toast and coffee while I wait."
Rick was puzzled, and a hundred questions formed, but he quickly replied, "Okay, I'll see you inside twenty minutes!"
As she nibbled at her toast and sipped absently at the strong coffee, Gail's mind was busy. She knew that she faced the greatest decision of her young life, and that unless she made the right choice, she could be throwing her life away. She had to forget all she'd once believed about family love and loyalty. They weren't a family, by any standards. They had developed into a band of sexually warped animals!
She had steeled herself by the time Rick Hale arrived. He looked fresh and handsome, she thought, but there was concern in his eyes as he sat down across from her in the small booth. Gail looked deep into his eyes as she asked abruptly, "Did you mean it last night when you said you loved me?"
Rick grabbed her hand and patted and squeezed it. "I meant it, Gail, and I'll mean it all my life."
A sad little smile came to her mouth. "You may want to change your mind when you hear what I have to say," she said meekly, feeling her confidence dwindling under his wide-eyed, admiring stare. "It's going to be hard for me, so don't try to interrupt while I tell you-please. I know that I love you, Rick, but I can't let you walk into something as dirty as this with your eyes shut."
Rick frowned for a moment, but nodded and held her hand tightly.
"I guess the best way is to get right to the truth. My mother has used my two brothers sexually. I don't know when or how it started ... I was away at college ... but it's true. When I did discover it, I couldn't accept it. We had a big fight-my mother and I-and, hoping that it would give me a chance to reach my youngest brother, Bryan, before he became as slimy as my mother and Brad, my oldest brother, I came up here with Bryan.
"I can't explain what happened ... but..." she paused, biting her lips, her eyes averted, "we had sex ... a different kind of sex than I'd ever imagined."
Rick's face clouded, but it was more with concern and pity for her, than anger. He had to fight back the questions that crowded his mind. He squeezed her hand encouragingly and she raised her face and gave him a grateful smile.
"It started off so innocently ... so much fun. We were swimming, and horsing around like a couple of kids..." Gail suddenly blushed, realizing that her brother and herself were both in their teens.
"I was taking off my suit..." she stopped suddenly, a look of horror crossing her face. " ... but I knew he was coming in! I think I wanted to show him my body! I wanted him to want me sexually! I must have! Oh, Rick ... Rick..." She began to cry. Rick moved quickly into the booth beside her, his arms going around her. He was conscious of, but impervious to, the stares of the two customers at the counter and the waitress who was looking at them in surprise.
"Come on, honey..." Rick soothed. "This is the only way to get it out of your system. I understand, darling ... I understand, believe me. Come on, now..."
Gail dried her tears with the paper napkin she held, still avoiding his gaze. He leaned over and kissed her hair, and she felt his warm hand squeezing her breast. It helped, somehow, and she summoned the courage to go ahead.
"Anyhow, we had sex ... almost all night ... and the worst part is ... I think I liked it. Then, last night, when we were dancing, and I felt your body close to mine, felt the love and respect in you, the need for me . . I almost begged you to stop on the way, and just let me give you all of me ... my body, my heart ... everything. And in front of the cabin, when I felt your whole body needing me, wanting me ... and your hand on my ... my pussy ... I was so ready ... so willing ... that when I ran inside, and found that Bryan was watching and waiting ... I . . I ... did it again. I'm not blaming anybody. I wanted you so badly that if Bryan hadn't been there ... I'd have masturbated, with your face in mind. I'm so mixed up, Rick ... so ashamed, but one thing I do know ... I love you, need you, want you ... and I need you now, to help me out of this dirty cesspool of sex."
Rick held her close, his mind racing and reeling under the impact of what she had told him. He knew with certainty that he was in love with her, and as certain that she needed not only his help, but that of a psychiatrist. But for now, he knew, she needed whatever strength he could give her. She had faced up to the truth-now it was his turn.
Rick moved and took her shoulder in his hands, forcing her to look toward him. She raised her face, and looked into his eyes bravely.
"Do you really love me, Gail?" Rick asked. "I mean-enough to marry me?"
"Oh, Rick..." It was all she could manage as she leaned forward and kissed his lips longingly.
"Then you listen to me!" Rick suddenly knew what he had to do, and he took command. "We're going to put all the cards on the table-now! We'll go back to the cabin, pick up your brother, and go and face your mother and other brother, and tell them straight out: we're going to be married, and that's that. What they do is their business. They have to do just one thing for us: leave us alone-completely!"
Gail nestled close to his chest, her hands clutching his body.
"Now, you get hold of yourself," Rick continued, "and we'll take it one step at a time. The first one is to go and face your brother, and convince him that we mean business!"
He sounded so confident and unbeatable that Gail's blood raced wildly at the thought that she did have a man who wanted her-who loved her and would be able to extricate her from this sordid life she seemed to have inherited.
Rich threw a dollar on the table and helped her as she rose. They drove in silence, except for one moment when he said, "You let me handle Bryan, dear. I promise you, I won't be too rough on him. After all, he must have been almost as helpless as you were. Just one thing-you have to be willing to give up all connection with your family. I know that will be difficult, but it has to be that way!" Gail had only nodded silent agreement, and both fell silent for the rest of the drive.
Rick Hale's mind was busy probing the problems that faced him and Gail, if they married. He finally resolved that the only possible cure for the disease of incest, had to be amputation-she had to be completely severed from her family. It was as simple as that. It wouldn't be easy for either of them, he realized, but it had to be done.
Rick anticipated little trouble with Bryan, the younger brother, for he had decided that the key to this bizarre entanglement had to be Gail's mother. Vaguely, he dreaded the moment that he would have to face her. for he realized that she must be a very dominant personality. He would have to lend all his own strength and determination to Gail, if they were to win the battle.
He pulled the car to a halt before the cabin, and leaned back, looking at the woman he wanted to marry. He knew that the next few moments would be heartrending for her, and he suddenly succumbed to a deep-felt desire to hold her in his arms to let her taste and feel his love. He took her into his arms-secretly hoping that Bryan was watching. Their lips locked and their tongues played games of reassurance, and he knew instinctively that she loved him, and once released from the evil touch of her mother, and to a leaser degree, her brother, that Gail would give him the kind of life he needed and wanted.
They parted, and he climbed out and held the door for her. No words were said. He simply took her hand in his, as they mounted the steps to the porch and opened the door.
Bryan was still in his bunk, but he roused quickly as the pair entered the cabin. He propped himself on his elbows and stared at them, half angry, half puzzled. "What's going on?" he asked stupidly.
Rick walked over and stood looking down at him, fighting to keep his pity and contempt from showing in his face.
"Gail and I are taking you back to the city. We're going to get all this dirty laundry washed clean-for the last time, and then Gail and I are going to be married." He saw Bryan bristle, and he put out a hand to restrain him from rising. Bryan looked up at him with a new respect. He felt that if he made the wrong move, he would get a fist in his mouth!
"Gail told me about you and her. That's it!" Rick Hale looked coldly into Bryan's eyes. "It's over, and it never happened. You peep one word of this to your mother or your brother, and I'll take you apart, piece by piece ... and I mean it! I'll even enjoy it. Got it, sonny boy?"
Bryan's mind was racing madly, torn between relief and fear. This might just be the man who could straighten out his goddamned family and give some happiness to poor Gail. Or-he could just be an added complication-depending on what Hazel decided. Bryan realized with sobering suddenness how much he had submitted to his mother's will, and it caused perspiration to bead on his forehead and upper lip, in spite of the coolness of the room. He looked at his sister, who stood unobtrusively behind Rick Hale. He saw defiance in her stare, and something else that Bryan liked-he saw a pleading look there. She wanted this man. She deserved a strong man, like Rick. And as the thought crossed his mind, Bryan knew that this sudden turn of events was freeing not only Gail, but himself. A strange grin spread across his handsome face. He nodded his head a dozen times, and when he spoke, he was looking at Gail.
"I'm with you!"
Rick turned and flashed a smile at Gail. She began to cry again, as she walked over toward her brother. She stopped and looked down at him and said sobbingly, "Bryan ... I ... I don't know what to say ... except ... thank you. Thank you."
Rick put his arm around her and said with a smile, "Get packed, Bryan. We're heading for the shootout at the not Okay corral!"
His bright mood broke the tension, and all three laughed. Bryan started to throw off the covers, then remembered he was naked, and he looked archly at Rick and said, "I have to dress, so why don't you take my sister somewhere where I can have some privacy. After all-I am a big boy-now!"
Gail and Rick both appreciated his effort to tell them he was ashamed of himself, and willing to make a solid effort to halt the crazy sex antics of the James family. Rick took her hand and led her into the kitchen, where he kissed her hotly, his hands going over her breasts and her fanny as she let him suck her tongue deep into his throat, then returned the favor.
"It'll be wonderful-like nothing we ever dreamed of," Rick said gaspingly. "I'll love you so hard and so good..." Gail rubbed her body against his sinewy one, feeling his cock hardening inside his pants. She wished futilely that she had let him have her the night before, but she brushed the thought away with the knowledge that there were a thousand thousand tomorrows with Rick, when she could show him in every way she knew, how she loved him.
Less than an hour later, they were in Rick's car, headed back for the city. A strange understanding seemed to have been built between Rick and Bryan. So much so that, when Rick broached the subject of the conditions that had to be instituted after he married Gail, with a total destruction of family contact, Bryan said calmly, "You're a smart one, Rick. It's the only way to fly. As for me-forget it. I'll send a Christmas card or something, but that will be it."
The camaraderie had built stoutly during the drive to the city, and when they neared the outskirts, Rick knew in his heart that he had made the right decision.
Brad dreaded going back to face the misery of his life with his mother. He had long ago known her for what she was, and he longed for the arms and the kiss and the touch of another kind of lover-a man!
He knew that he had made his decision in his own heart and mind, and now, he had to convince Hazel that she had lost.
He had wondered vaguely, about his brother Bryan and his sister, Gail. He could summon up much more pity for both of them than concern. They would have to finally come to the same decision he had come to-to cut himself away from her, and her sadistic sex ideas. Brad had known the delights of an uncomplicated love that was sexually fulfilling, and he no longer could pamper or cowtow to his warped mother.
It was after noon when he opened the door to face his nervous, almost seething mother. Hazel was poised as if she would spring, if she could, in her favorite chair. She had spent too much time without the sexual satisfaction from her sons that she so needed. And she was prepared for the showdown with Brad. She would quickly straighten out his gay ideas, she knew. The man
ISO didn't live that wouldn't prefer a woman's body and love to that of a fairy-a queer.
They glared at each other for a long moment, like two animals preparing for combat. Hazel's mouth twisted in a sneer as she said, "I hope you've had enough of queers, and have come to your senses. You're a sneak. Why didn't you have the guts to walk out the front door, instead of sneaking out the window for your 'date'? " She almost vomited out the last word.
"You're the one that's queer!" It jolted Hazel back into her chair with its vehemence. She stared hard at her son, trying to find a crack in his armor, that would allow her to resume the commanding role that she was so accustomed to. But she saw only a stony-eyed stranger.
"You don't have any idea of what love is all about!" Brad spat at her, walking close and clenching his fists. "You couldn't make it with my father-so you decided to make studs of your sons! You fucked up my life-you miserable bitch! You've fucked up the lives of Bryan and Gail! You're a fucking weirdo! A monster! Why in hell don't you just buy a nice big dildo and fuck yourself to death!"
Brad was panting loudly. His face was flushed and his knuckles were white as he clenched his fists. Hazel had never seen the evidence of violence in her son, and it caused her to gasp.
"Brad...! " she rasped, "Don't talk to me as if I were a common whore! Remember ... think back ... was it all so bad?"
Brad looked at her coldly, his mind going back to the times he had had sex with her. He had to admit, she was a beautiful woman. But why with her sons? Why not go out and find a man who would see this, and overlook her handicap?
"It was bad ... rotten ... evil. . . " The words came from him with a saturation of bitterness and vague contempt.
Hazel felt that she had made a good point, and she softened her voice. "Brad, darling ... what could any man give you that I haven't proved I could give better. And-" she smiled archly, "I love you. I'll never stop loving you."
Brad James looked at her with a mixture of pity, hate and desire. He had noticed that she was dressed in her most revealing and provocative negligee, and now, her breasts caught his eye, and he reluctantly let his eyes rove down to her crotch, where he saw the dark thatch of hair that covered her exciting pussy.
He stretched out both hands in a gesture of helplessness. "Mom!" he pleaded, "give it up! I don't want you in bed with me! I want you to find a man-a real man-that you can really get your rocks off with-but not me-not dumb little Bryan-grow up, Mom!"
Hazel studied him for a moment, then crawled painfully erect, using her crutch. She hobbled over to Brad and with a sweeping gesture, tore her filmy gown from her body! She stood there before him, a pitiful figure in his youthful eyes, her breasts jutted out, her pubic area shoved invitingly outward, her lovely body too enticing for any male to resist!
He fell to his knees, grasping her buttocks in his hot hands, and buried his mouth in the warm, secure pubic hair that hardly concealed her wide spread cunt lips. His tongue went out avidly, seeking that knob of flesh that he was so familiar with, her clitoris-the seat of her passion. Finding it, he went wild. He felt her hand on the back of his head, and he delved deeply into her with his tongue, as his hands dug deeply into the soft mounds of her buttocks! He pulled her hot cunt closer to his searching tongue with every stroke, and Hazel cooperated beautifully. She moved her buttocks and thighs in perfect union with her son's probing, exciting tongue, and she gasped as he found her sensitive nubbin of flesh, arousing the excruciating beginning of her orgasm!
"Oh ... suck it, son ... bite it ... make me come..." she mouthed obscenely, bolstered by the knowledge that she had such a firm grip on Brad that he could never leave her ... not for any man or any other woman!
She bucked and lunged as she approached her climax, pulling Brad's head violently into her crotch, until she felt the wild, crazy lighting strokes leave her pussy and spread over her whole body! She had him back! He was her sex toy! Her relief!
As she relaxed quickly, satiated, she could see that Brad's pants were bulging. He had become hard-for her! She felt a glowing, vibrant triumph spread through her body, and she pulled on his hair, taking his mouth away from her cunt.
"Brad, darling ... take your pants off," she begged. "I want to suck you off so good that you'll know that nobody on this earth-man or woman-loves you like I do-can satisfy you like I can. Later, if you want to shove your wonderful cock into my cunt-I'd love it! But it doesn't have to be that way, because I've also got an ass-hole. If that's your bag-I'd love to have you shove it up my ass!"
Brad looked up at her in amazement. He had long ago evaluated his feelings for his mother, and she had come off the loser. Now, she was trying to lure him away from his new love. And yet-she was the most satisfying sexual outlet he had ever known-and now she was offering him even more than any man could! She had a mouth-a willing ass-hole-and the added item-a willing, warm, wonderful cunt!
"I'll never leave you..." Brad mumbled, as he watched Hazel assume awkwardly, a position on the floor before him, on her hands and knees, so that her anus and part of her desirable, hairy pussy were exposed to him. This was his to do with what he chose, he suddenly knew. This was a woman who offered everything to him ... body, money, love ... as she understood it ... as opposed to a faggot who offered only an occasional oral job, and an even rarer chance for Brad to shove his cock up his love partner's ass!
Hazel, his mother, was offering everything! She was the ultimate woman-the pinnacle of sexual satisfaction! Yet-she made him feel like a dishrag. He was weak, when she was involved, whereas, with Maies, he was dominant. He knew he was handsome, and he was young, and that was a big factor in the gay world. He suddenly wondered what he would be able to do when he was forty-maybe fifty. If she lived, Hazel would be there. He'd have to take his chances with anyone in the gay world.
He looked lasciviously at his mother's exposed buttocks, where he could see clearly the pinkish-brown wrinkled expanse of her anus, and the half-hidden pussy, covered with dark hair. His decision, Brad knew, was the most important he would ever make. Stay-and have unlimited sex, plus the money security that was so appealing--or launch out into the world of the queers.
His mind relived the delicious feel of lips on his cock-but-he could have this from Hazel. He recalled the first time that he had pushed his rigid cock into the open, willing ass-hole of a male, and now, before him, was the wide-open, willing anus of his mother. And-if that didn't satisfy him, there was her luscious cunt ... and her sucking, hot, willing mouth! In the balancing of the scales, Hazel had a lot more to offer than anyone he knew in the world.
He pumped at his cock, getting it as stiff as it could ever be, his mouth still dank with the pungent taste of her pussy. He eyed her anus lustfully as he inserted the swollen head of his cock into the rectal opening, thrilling as it went into the resilient channel. He plunged it in hard, almost wishing he could hear her scream in pain, and it entered even deeper into her anus until the head of his cock completely disappeared.
Brad was gasping now, holding the shaft of his prick with one hand, spreading the cheeks of his mother's buttocks wider with the other. He began to ram his cock relentlessly into the dark opening, feeling a sense of great power as he watched it sink deeper and deeper into her ass-hole with each vicious thrust.
Hazel was gasping deeply, with each thrust of Brad's organ, but her gasps were meant to express her pleasure. It was a two-fold pleasure, for she enjoyed the raw sex, but even more, the triumph of her body's allure over the reluctance of her son. She was proving to him that she had far more to offer sexually than any male, and she was cementing the link between them solidly.
"Brad ... Brad!" Hazel gasped, "Shove it in deep and hard. Make me come ... fuck me harder ... harder!"
Brad was even more aroused by her pleading, and he held her buttocks firmly in his hands, pulling her ass back hard against his thrusting cock. The sight of it going in and out of her anus, and the thrilling tightness of the channel were driving him into ecstasy such as he'd never known. He felt his juices bubbling up in his scrotum, and he jabbed his cock harder and faster, sensing somehow that his mother was also approaching her climax.
As the first spurt of semen entered her anus, Hazel began to writhe and wriggle like an animal, wanting more of him, and one hand went quickly to her clitoris, where her fingers wildly massaged the nub of flesh until she had triggered her orgasm. Brad was moaning with joy as he sent spurt after spurt of semen into her anus, his body shuddering with sheer lust as he experienced a tremendous orgasm.
When his orgasm ended, he felt sapped of strength and he collapsed atop Hazel's back. They both lay in a tangled mass of flesh, perspiring, moaning and gasping with the slowly fading joys of orgasm. Neither could say a word, but each knew that the other had been completely fulfilled by the sex session. Hazel was aglow with the thought that she had won her son back, and she knew that he wouldn't stray again-at least, not with another boy. And, she felt, if he had any appreciation of the fullness of sex with a mature woman, he'd never stray to the arms of anyone.
Brad lay breathing hard, hating himself for having been too weak to stick to his determination to leave, once and for all. He had to admit, his mother turned him on like no one else, but when it was over, the emotional let down was too much for him. Even now, depression was taking over his thinking. And-of late, Brad had been experiencing odd, frightening feelings of violence when in these low moods. He didn't really know, at this moment, as his sexuality faded, whether he hated himself or his mother more-whether the surging violence that seethed for release from his body would be directed at his mother, or at himself. But he did know that it was coming closer and closer to bursting the dams of reason within him.
CHAPTER NINE
Gail had no way of knowing what would be waiting for her when she came home-for the final time, she had determined. She expected a big fuss when Hazel was told that she was leaving and was going to marry Rick Hale at once. And she knew Hazel would be even angrier when she insisted that Bryan be sent away to school, but she was prepared to make it a legal matter if Hazel refused.
She was first in the door and her face flushed crimson and her breath was expelled in a loud gasp. As Bryan and Rick followed her, she moaned "Oh, God-not"
The three of them stared at Hazel, lying naked on the carpet, with Bradley lying on top of her! It was obvious that he had his penis inserted into her, and beads of sweat stood out on his upper lip and forehead from his exertion. Disgust was frozen on Gail's face and hatred flashed from her eyes. Bryan simply stared, stunned by the sight of his mother and brother obviously having sex. Rick stood as if he wished he could disappear, biting his lower lip, trying to keep from staring at the full, mature body of Gail's mother. He shot a glance at Gail and thought that she was about to faint. He stepped close to her and put his arm around her shoulder, squeezing it hard, offering her his strength.
Gail's nostrils flared in anger and her jaw set in determination. She felt as if the bottom had dropped out of her stomach. Her brain was reeling, and shame was almost smothering her. She was aware of Rick's arm, but it was probably only a gesture of kindness, she felt. No one could accept or tolerate a sordid, perverted family like the one she was a part of.
Her nerves snapped and she rushed forward, kicking and clawing at the two on the floor.
Hazel had turned her head, and she was more surprised than ashamed of herself. She could only wonder who the young man was with her daughter and son. She saw him put his arm about her, and surmised they had met at the lake and were dating.
The awed look on Bryan's face had turned to one of utter loathing. He stared harshly into his mother's eyes, his lips working busily as if words were fighting to escape.
Bradley had flashed a quick glance at the three when he first became aware of them, but now, he could not meet their eyes. He let his head fall forward in despair and shame, so that his face rested on his mother's bare back. When Gail rushed forward in her mad attack, Brad rolled off his mother's back, wildly trying to stuff his cock back into his pants. Gail's foot caught him in the chest and knocked him sprawling. Fright was on his face, for he had never seen his sister in a violent mood such as this. He edged away and finally crouched against a chair.
Gail leaped upon her mother, her knees digging into her lower back, as her fingernails raised bloody welts on her skin. She gouged the soft flesh savagely, so angry that spittle had formed on her lips. Her eyes blazed with hate and she brought screams of anguish from Hazel as she raked her fingernails deeply into the flesh of her back.
"You rotten slut!" she screamed. "You cover us all with your filth! You lousy, rotten pervert!"
Her sudden rush had caught them all by surprise, but now, Rick came to his senses and rushed forward putting his arms about Gail's waist and pulling her off roughly. He was afraid she would actually kill the woman on the floor. Gail wrestled wildly to free herself, but Rick held her tightly and at last she quieted down.
Rick released her and tried to turn her about so that he could see her face and tell her that it was going to be all right, but Gail dropped her head and he could see huge tears flooding her eyes. She pushed him away, as if not wanting to contaminate him with her touch.
"Leave me alone ... please..." Gail pleaded through her sobs. Rick let his hands fall to his sides and stood staring at her compassionately.
She struggled to compose herself, managing to stem the flood of tears. A look of despair came to her face as she looked at Rick Hale and waved a weary hand about her. "I mean ... leave me alone for good, Rick. I couldn't drag you ... or any man into this filth. And who am I to talk? I'm as rotten inside as they are. Please ... go!"
Rick reached out a hand, but Gail flinched back, her eyes dead, her face a blank mask, without emotion.
"Gail! They don't matter! We're going away from here! Please...! " Rick begged.
She shook her head firmly. "No! Please go, Rick ... and don't try to see me. I won't be here!"
She knew she meant it, although Gail didn't have the slightest idea where she might go. She couldn't bear to look into the stricken eyes of Rick, and she turned and walked out of the room. Rick stood looking after her helplessly.
Bryan stood silent, feeling ashamed of his part in the tragedy that had befallen Gail. All of them were guilty, and Bryan didn't know what to say. Rick looked at him blankly, as if seeking advice, but Bryan dropped his gaze.
Hazel still lay groaning on the floor, and Brad was in a daze, crouched on the floor. Rick looked from one to the other, then quietly walked past Bryan out the door.
As the door closed, Hazel whined, "Help me up, Brad."
Brad stared at her naked body, now covered with bloody welts. He finally stood up and came to her, lifting her and helping her to the couch.
"Get some warm water and wash these scratches," Hazel commanded. She was rapidly regaining her old dominant feeling, but her back stung and ached from the brutal scratches, and she needed a bit more time to take full command of her family. She would put Gail in her place, the crazy little fool.
She looked over at Bryan as Brad did her bidding, wondering how much influence Gail might have with him, after their short stay at the lake. Perhaps not too much, Hazel thought, since Gail had obviously gotten herself a boyfriend.
"Bryan..." Hazel said cautiously, puzzled by the strange look on his face, " ... tell me about your..."
"Why don't you just shut your mouth!" he interrupted vehemently. He glared at her for a moment, then turned and went out the front door.
He looked about quickly for Rick's car, but he had gone. Bryan's face fell and he went back into the house, without a glance at his brother who was washing the scratches that marred his mother's back. He continued on until he came to Gail's room. He opened the door without knocking and went in.
Gail lay on her bed sobbing so hard that she hardly heard him. Scalding tears were streaming down her cheeks, and her knuckles were white as she ground her fingers into the pillow.
Bryan walked over and put a hand on her hair, and he stroked it fondly for a moment before he said calmly, "Come on, Gail. Let's go after Rick. You were too upset out there to see how much that man really loves you. Let's just take the car and go."
Gail shook her head firmly, but kept on crying.
"Listen, he woke me up, and I guess he did you, too. Don't throw away our one chance to get out of this shitty mess. Get up. Wash your face. Let's get out of here before something awful really happens. We can make it."
She lay with wide eyes as her sobbing subsided. One phrase Brian had used had struck home. He had said, "Don't throw away our one chance!"
Gail felt guilty at the selfishness of her grief. Bryan actually did look to her to free him from the clutches of his perverted mother. He really did need her help. She sat up, wiping her tear-stained cheeks with her hands. Bryan was staring at her with pleading eyes.
"You're right," Gail said more calmly. "Oh, why did I blow up like that and punish poor Rick? Why did I send him away? I wonder if he can ever forgive me."
"Sure he will. Anybody could see that the guy is nuts about you. Come on, let's get our clothes and grab the next bus back up to the lake. It'll work out, you'll see!" Bryan sounded so confident and enthusiastic that it restored her own courage, and she smiled softly at him.
"You get packed," she said, rising and beginning to drag out two suitcases from under her bed. "We're leaving. I've still got a couple of hundred dollars I've been saving. We'll make it, even if Rick turns his back on me."
"That's the way to talk!" Bryan said, as he headed for his own room.
In the living room, Hazel was moaning in self-pity. "My own dauhgter, and she has turned Brayan against me. You should have heard him and seen the look in his eyes when he went out!"
"He'll snap out of it," Bradley said without much conviction.
"I should never have let them go up to the cabin together."
Brad kept washing her back, not knowing what else to say. He felt ashamed of himself. He was actually evaluating himself for the first time in a long time, and the image he saw was not encouraging. He was a weakling-a sexually warped creature who chose incest or homosexuality, and he knew that either choice would lead him to disaster. He was even afraid of his sister. He wished that he could have been with them at the lake, for he could sense the change in Bryan's attitude toward his mother, and he wished dolefully that something or someone would appear who could guide him into a sensible, normal life.
He felt a deep hatred for the woman who had done this to him, and he feared that if he continued on this path, he might kill her or himself.
"Ouch! You're hurting me!" Hazel growled. Brad had been subconsciously rubbing her flesh viciously hard, with the rough-textured washcloth. Her words snapped him from his reverie, and he got up and tossed the cloth into the dish of warm water, walking away without a word.
Just as he was leaving the room, Gail and Bryan met him, suitcases in hand. Brad backed into the room, his face red under the harsh gaze of Gail. She set her suitcases down, while Brad watched her, open-mouthed. He had never guessed that Gail had the inner strength that she was showing now.
Hazel had hastily put her robe back on, and she now huddled in a tense heap on the couch, staring at her daughter and her youngest son. Faint fear crossed her face, but she quickly banished it. She was still the head of the family, and controlled the purse strings ... and also, Bryan and Brad were still legally minors. "What do you think you're doing?" Hazel sneered.
"Bryan and I are leaving. You'd better not make this mess any nastier than it is, or I'll go to the police and tell them what you've made your sons into-plain sex toys for you."
Hazel flashed a hasty glance at Bryan. His face was a cold mask, his jaw set, as he stood with the suitcases close to the front door.
"Now you listen here, Miss Smartass-" Hazel sat up straight and shook a finger, "it's you that will have the law to deal with. Bryan's still a minor!"
"Why didn't you think of that when you seduced him?" Gail snapped coldly. "Bryan's going with me. If Rick will still have me, I'm going to marry him and Bryan will have a good home. It won't do you any good to try to find me, because we'll be out of the state."
"Big talk!" Hazel bluffed.
"And about Bryan's share of the money, the first thing I'll do when I'm away from you is to hire an attorney to see that he is given his rightful share!"
They stared at each other with hatred in their eyes. It was Bryan who finally broke the tense confrontation. "Come on, Gail, let's go!" he said impatiently. He did not even look at his mother or brother as he set one suitcase down and opened the door. Gail picked up her suitcases and walked out without a glance, and as Bryan prepared to follow, Hazel wailed in a high-pitched shriek "Bryan ... my baby ... Bryan...! Please don't leave me ... I love you, Bryan!"
He followed his sister through the door and left it standing open, grimacing as his mother's piteous whining faded.
They walked to the bus stop and took a bus to the Greyhound Depot, and inside an hour, they were on their way. A heavy load seemed to have been lifted from both of them and they chatted happily about their future.
At the village of Lake Sharon, they stopped for a Coke, and Bryan sensed that Gail was beginning to worry. He didn't want her to lose her nerve now, and he asked if she wanted him to call Rick.
"No," she said quickly. "It'ssomething I've got to do. I'm the one that drove him away." She went to a wall phone and put a dime in and dialed Rick's home. She was shaking inside, and perspiration showed on her upper lip. She breathed deeply as she heard his voice, braced herself, and blurted out, "Rick ... it's Gail. Bryan and I are at the restaurant in the village. I..."
She paused as he cut in and her heart leaped for joy as she sensed the relief in his voice. "I'll be right down. Sit tight, honey. And ... I do love you, Gail." He hung up, and as she returned to her seat, she had tears in her eyes, but this time, Bryan knew, they were tears of happiness.
Hazel looked across the table at her son. They had hardly spoken all that day after Gail and Bryan had left. Now, they picked at their supper listlessly, gloom written on their faces.
"Do you think we should drive up to Lake Sharon?" she asked.
Brad James shook his head. "They wouldn't go there. They would know that would be the first place you'd look."
"What are we going to do?" Hazel whined.
"Do without them, I guess," Brad shrugged. He had been doing some soul-searching all day, and he had about come to a decision. He wished he'd had the nerve to leave and live his kind of life, but Gail was obviously made of stronger stuff than he was. He felt restless. He pushed back his plate and said suddenly, "I'm going out. I've got to take a walk ... think."
"Oh, Bradley," Hazel protested, "you can't leave me alone after what happened. I'm a nervous wreck. Please ... please don't go out ... not tonight."
"I've got to!" Brad retorted, his voice firm. "You'll be all right!" He half turned away, then back, pinning her with his eyes. Hazel saw the same look of contempt and possibly of hatred that she'd caught in Gail's and Bryan's eyes. "You'll always be all right-somehow!"
Brad left the kitchen and she heard the front door open and close a few moments later. She wondered if he would run to the arms of his boyfriend. Or, even worse, was he planning to leave, too? No, she decided, Brad was much too weak, far too dependent to do that.
She left the dishes on the table and walked clumsily into the bathroom, where she stripped off her robe and stood looking at her naked body in the mirror. She still had a nice figure, for the most part, she flattered herself. If she would only circulate about where men gathered, she could still make out with men-decent men. Why should she have to beg her sexual favors from her son? She was growing angrier by the moment as she admired her full-blown woman's body. She made a sudden decision, and began to apply makeup very carefully to her face. She spent more than a half-hour primping her hair and making up her face, then she went into her bedroom and selected a chic dress-her best one-and after putting on panties and bra, she slid the dress over her head, donned high-heeled shoes, and posed before her dresser mirror. "Why not?"
Hazel said aloud. She was asking the mental question why shouldn't I be attractive to men?
She moved awkwardly as she left the house and got into her car. She was able to drive adequately, although a bit painfully, and she drove to a small cocktail lounge that advertised in the papers as being "The Place to Meet Happy People."
She felt a few misgivings but she hobbled into the place that rocked with the music of a small group. No one paid any attention, and she found a small table up against the wall where she could hardly be seen, and from where she could barely see the dancers on the small floor. The music was deafening to her, and she looked about her with interest at the crowded place. Almost all the males had long hair and were what she considered sloppily dressed, and the females looked to Hazel to be little better than bar pickups.
A waitress wiggled over after more than five minutes of waiting and Hazel ordered a martini. She was tempted to quietly leave while she waited. The place was obviously a hangout for the young swingers. There wasn't a man in the place, aside from the two bartenders, who was even close to Hazel's age.
She suddenly felt old and alone. For the first time in many years, she thought of her husband. She wondered if things might have been entirely different if he had lived. She watched a couple in a nearby booth, openly making love. The young man's hand was underneath the girls miniskirt, his fingers playing with her pussy through her pantyhose.
She was sucking his tongue deep into her mouth while rubbing one hand over the bulge in the front of his pants. It aroused Hazel in a strange way, and it also made up her mind. If she stayed here, she could only feel lonely and old, and since she wasn't a good drinker, she might just make a fool of herself.
She got up, put a dollar on the table, and hobbled out of the place. She drove idly, thinking about the way things had turned out for her. Before she realized it, she was in the sleazier part of town and she pulled up before a dumpy-looking bar and went in. There were only a few men at the bar and no one at the few tables. Hazel hesitated a moment, then walked in with her awkward, leg-dragging gait and sat at a table.
The bartender eyed her suspiciously then came around the bar and faced her. He was a big man with a battered face, who looked like an ex-boxer. "Look, you ain't gonna do any business in here," he said gruffly. "My trade wouldn't spent a buck for a lay if they had it. It'd go oh booze."
Hazel gasped as his meaning sunk home. He thought she was a whore! He stood there, motioning with his thumb toward the door and she was so shocked and angered that she couldn't find the words to return his insult. She got up meekly and walked out.
Outside, she began to cry-real, honest-to-God tears. She had never before been treated as a prostitute. She got into the car and drove home. She ached to see the face of Bradley or of Bryan-to feel their bodies close to hers. She would talk to Brad ... make him understand her terrible need of him. He would understand. She would use every bit of allure, every part of her being to convince him of her need.
She pulled the car into the driveway and climbed out. She felt weary and battered, and it was a new feeling for her. She had always had an indomitable spirit, but now, she felt completely crushed. She needed someone to help her, and it was the first time she could remember that she ever had felt she needed help.
She put on the light in the living room and her eyes immediately fell on the sheet of typing paper that was pinned to the back of her favorite chair. Her heart sank. She limped over and took it in her hands. She recognized Brad's handwriting. It read: Hazel, I've gone away for good. I have come to hate you and hate myself. I'm not blaming you completely-I was as weak as you are strong. I've taken all the money I could find. Don't worry, and don't try to find me. You won't. Maybe, after a long time, I'll write.
Brad
The words swam before her eyes as the import of the words struck at her heart. She felt faint and collapsed in the chair, dry-eyed, although her breath came in gasping moans. It couldn't be happening this way ... to lose all her children the same day. It just had to be a dream.
She crawled to her feet and hobbled to Brad's room, peering in, still not able to accept the fact that he had left her. She walked into the kitchen and stared about her blankly. Almost without thinking, she got out a bottle of gin and poured some in a water glass.
She went back into the living, room and slumped into the chair, sipping at the gin, staring into the empty space of her life.
CHAPTER TEN
Rick had picked them up within fifteen minutes and had driven them to the cabin. He was like a kid on Christmas morning, bubbling over with love and with plans for their future.
Gail had just snuggled close to Rick, smiling happily as he outlined their life together. He would finish college, but they would be married at once, and go back to the eastern city where he was studying. They would rent an apartment and Bryan would finish up his high school.
They sat in the large room where the fireplace was, and the place had an aura of perfect peace. All of them had carefully avoided mentioning the scene that they had walked in on, but each knew that it eventually had to be talked about.
It was too fraught with danger to their happiness for them not to make certain Hazel would not be interfering ... especially in the case of Bryan.
"Should we call Hazel when we're married?" Rick asked of the both of them. "It might cool her off if she knew that there was nothing she could legally do about you, Gail. And I could apply for guardianship of Bryan until he's of legal age."
Bryan almost blurted out a loud "NO!" but he stayed quiet. Maybe Rick was right. It might just give them more time to straighten out their lives. And most of all, Bryan truly wanted Gail's marriage to be a happy one. He had come to have great respect and admiration for Rick Hale in the short time they had known each other ... especially at the way Rick had accepted the situation so maturely.
"Not until we're back East, honey. Is that ask-asking too much?" Gail said after a moment's thought.
Rick pulled her close to him, grinning at her. "Nagging already, huh?" he laughed. "Of course we can wait until then. When can we be married, darling?"
"I wish it could be tonight!" Gail said fervently, kissing his mouth hungrily. The desire for this wonderful man was filling her whole body, making her heart sing with joy.
Rick gathered her in his arms and kissed her back, trembling with passion as his hand went to her breast. It was dusk, and already the moon could be seen rising over the late. Rick loosed his arms and looked over at Bryan, his eyes twinkling devilishly.
"Bryan, would it be all right with you if we had some supper, then Gail and I took a ride? We've got some mighty important things to talk about."
Bryan's face was saucy and his eyes knowing as he replied, "You mean important things to do, don't you?"
"Smart aleck!" Gail laughed, her smile a radiant one.
"Of course it's all right. As a matter-of-fact, if you want, I'll drive into the village and get some food. That'll give you a chance to ... uh ... talk!" Bryan said wryly.
Rick grinned at him and reached for his car keys and tossed them to Bryan. "That's the best offer I've had today," he laughed.
Gail flashed her brother a look of gratitude, and Bryan left them there, waving his hand airily as he left.
Gail snuggled into his arms, loving the feel of his hands on her breasts. He was kissing her neck and ears, exciting her beyond containment.
"Rick ... let's not wait. I want you now," Gail said in a husky voice.
In reply, Rick began to slide her blouse up over her head, then he unhooked her bra and took it off. He moved in front of her and bent and kissed and sucked the nipples of both breasts. She felt lightning streaks of desire burning her body, and she slid her skirt and panties off with one movement, then reached for his belt and unfastened it. He raised up to allow her to take his pants and shorts off, and he wriggled out of his shirt quickly.
He pulled her to her feet, looking down at her naked loveliness in the dimness of the fading daylight. His penis was already hard and as he gathered her close to him, it throbbed against her pussy lips, nestling in the pubic hair. His hands moved down to her buttocks and he pulled her close. She reached down with one hand and took his stiff cock and rubbed the swollen head of it against the lips of her pussy, moaning with passion and desire as their tongues locked in a fiery kiss.
Rick surprised her by pushing her away suddenly, and picking her up in his arms. He carried her to the cot near the window and laid her down. He feasted his eyes on her sweet body for a long moment, then he said, "There's something I have to do first. I want to taste the sweetness of you in my mouth-I want to kiss every wonderful part of you."
"Ohhhh, Rick," she gasped, "I'd love it ... please hurry!"
He crawled down between her legs, pushing her thighs apart, caressing her pussy lips with his hands as his mouth went to her full breasts. His tongue pressed against the taut nipples and he sucked in mouthfuls of the yielding, smooth flesh. He felt her impatience, and he moved down on her body until his mouth was close to her vagina. He spread the lips of her vagina and inserted the tip of his tongue, finding the throbbing nub of flesh that was her clitoris, and his tongue began a gently caressing in and out movement that caused Gail to buck wildly in an effort to have his tongue even deeper inside her pussy.
Rick inserted his finger into her hot, moist cavern and moved it about, touching the inner walls of her vagina as he nipped gently at the elusive, bobbing clitoris. The pleasure was so overwhelming that Gail could not hold back. Her hips began to move up and down rapidly, and Rick's fingers jammed in deeper as his tongue flattened to keep constant contact with her clit.
She came with a scream of joy, and her entire body trembled with delight. She had never dreamed there could be so much sensual pleasure in the world as she was experiencing. Rick continued to gently lick her clitoris, until she subsided into a gasping, warm heap of flesh.
"I want you inside me, darling..." Gail moaned. "I need you. T want your cock so deep in me that it won't be able to ever get out!"
Rick silently moved up and she spread her legs. He knelt between them, spreading her wet pussy lips with one hand while he inserted his throbbing, siff cock into her with the other. Gail gasped at the feel of his large penis, as the head of it found her clitoris, and he began to move in and out of her. She began to moan and sigh. She couldn't find the words to let him know how wonderful he was, and how much she adored him.
She felt waves of pleasure sweeping over her, making her feel faint, and she raked Rick's back with her fingernails, feeling wanton and animalistic, wanting him to give her every inch of his wondrously thrilling cock.
Rick wanted to prolong it, but he knew he couldn't. Not this time. He'd been eaten with desire for this girl from the moment he'd laid eyes on her, and now she was his. He was conscious only of the tremendous thrill that she was giving him, and his hands went beneath her buttocks and his fingers dug deep into the mounds of womanly flesh, drawing her even closer to him.
Gail began to moan, "Oh, darling ... darling..." and Rick knew by her increasingly more rapid up-thrusts that she was about to have an orgasm. He thrust his cock into her hard and fast, and inside a few seconds, he felt her clit began to dance against his cock, and, at that instant, his semen spurted into her hot opening and electric shocks of ecstasy shot through his whole body.
They threshed about like two rutting animals, moaning, mumbling their love words, gasping and groaning. Although both had had tremendously satisfying orgasms, neither could let the other go. Gail rolled her hips about, and inside a couple of minutes, Rick's cock was erect again, and he resumed his thrusts into her hungry cunt.
This time, Rick tried to go slower and deeper, and as he pushed into her, his mouth was on hers and he was murmuring sweet words. "Darling Gail ... we'll show the whole world what love is ... we'll have the most wonderful marriage they've ever known. I adore you ... I need you ... I've needed you from the day I was born!"
"Oh, my sweet Rick ... my darling," Gail gasped. "I'll be the best woman on earth for you. I'll give you everything you've ever dreamed of ... everything ... forever."
Rick became aroused to the peak within two minutes, and Gail responded perfectly, so that when he came, he knew that she had had an orgasm only a split second before. They lay on their sides, his cock gradually softening inside her, their arms locked to each other's body, their mouths welded in a soul-joining kiss.
It was Gail who stirred first.
"Bryan will be coming back soon, darling," she said. "Let's get dressed." As she pulled away and rose, she bent over his face and looked deep into his eyes. Moonlight was streaming over them and she could see the love shining from his eyes.
"Darling ... I'm going to spend my whole life trying to make you happy ... to thank you for just being you." As he reached for her, she skipped away, grabbing her clothes and running for the bathroom.
As she washed and dressed, she began laughing to herself. Rick heard her and appeared at the bathroom door with a quizzical look. "What's funny?" he asked.
"I was just thinking ... wasn't Bryan cute about leaving us alone?" she giggled.
"Yeah," Rick agreed happily. "He's going to grow up to be a smart man. Maybe a foreign diplomat or something."
She started to reply when she heard Bryan's knock on the cabin door. It pleased her that he hadn't just barged in, and she gave Rick a happy smile. "Just in time," she quipped. She stepped out into the room and called, "Come on in-we're all through talking!"
She saw by his devilish grin that Bryan had caught her little joke. He was smiling as he unloaded two paper sacks on the table and said, "You two probably haven't any appetite, but I'm starving. While you're fixing supper, sis, I think I'll run down and take a dip. Mind?"
Gail walked over and slapped him on the butt. "Get out of here. I'll holler when it's ready."
Rick stood watching them with warm, happy eyes. "Hey," he said suddenly, "I don't have my suit, but there's no one around. Mind if I skinny dip with you, Bryan?"
"The more the merrier," Bryan replied, grateful for this man who had become such an important part of his and Gail's life. "Let's go."
The days had stretched into a month, Hazel James lived her life by the telephone, watching avidly for the mail each day. Her life had become a gin-sodden existence, and she didn't care. She had hired a woman to come in twice a week to clean, but she had no interest in keeping herself clean or even presentable. Life was without meaning for her. She had been so sure that Bradley would come back, after he'd had a good taste of loneliness, out there in a rough world. But there had been no word.
Most of the time, she wallowed in self-pity, but once in a great while, she found that she was honestly concerned about the well-being and happiness of her three mixed-up children. She felt little guilt about them, but she was worried about their welfare.
She was startled by the sound of the doorbell one morning, and almost unconsciously, she primped her hair and gathered her shabby, flimsy robe about her as she hobbled to answer it. Her heart was dancing with hope. Could it be Brad, at last? Or even Bryan and Gail?
She opened the door to find a seedy-looking young man of about Gail's age, with long, straggly hair, a beard and moustache that looked cruddy, and hippie clothes that gave off an offensive odor. He extended a large, fat envelope to her. "Special Delivery, lady."
Hazel took the envelope, suddenly aware that his eyes were probing through the filmy robe and feeding on her exposed breasts and the dark triangle of her crotch. She felt a sudden tingle in her loins and she blurted out, "I don't suppose you'd like a cup of coffee-a drink-or anything, while I get a tip."
She watched his eyes as they roved her body as if sizing her up sexually as a good or bad lay. Finally, his eyes met hers and he said, "Nah, lady. And forget the tip!" She saw disdain come to his eyes and his lip curled in a sneer as he whirled and walked away. For a fleeting instant, Hazel wanted to call after him .--. .to beg him to spend at least a few moments with her, but he was already on his motorcycle, zooming away. She closed the door with drooping mouth, her eyes somber.
She stared at the envelope, wishing her head wasn't throbbing so badly from the night before's binge. She sat in her chair and her fingers trembled as she tore it open. It was a legal paper, enclosed in a blue cover, and her heart sank. She had hoped it would be from Gail and Bryan. There was a letter enclosed, bearing the letterhead of a firm of attorneys in a large Eastern city. It was brief.
Dear Mrs. James:
Mr. and Mrs. Richard Hale, of this city, have retained my firm to represent them in a court action to make Mr. Hale the legal guardian of your minor son, Bryan Allen James. The hearing on this has been set for twenty days from the date of this letter, should you wish to appear and contest this petition. However, having been given the details of this action, I suggest that the interests of your son might best be served by your signing of the waiver I have enclosed.
May I hear from you at your earliest convenience on this matter?
Respectfully, Gerald I. Bernbaum
Hazel let the letter drop in her lap. She had lost. She knew that she didn't dare to face the courts, where she might end up being sentenced to jail, once her actions with her sons was revealed.
She rose and hobbled to the kitchen, where she took the gin bottle from the table and limped back into the living room. She took a deep gulp of gin from the bottle, then picked up the papers and went through them rapidly until she found the paper marked Waiver of Rights. She fumbled in the drawer of the nearby table and found a pen. With shaking hands, she scribbled at the bottom of the printed document, Hazel F. James.
She dropped the pen and the waiver, then picked up the gin bottle, staring at it with bleak eyes. "Empty..." she muttered. "Everything is always empty!"
