The water lapped gently against the pilings of the pier outside the rustic cabin. The lake was silent of all bird life with only a feather-winged owl drifting across the open water and disappearing into the inky black pine trees. It is three o'clock in the morning, and inside the cabin, two women lie in separate beds.
The older woman, Margo Greer, is asleep and her deep, regular, heavy breathing tells her daughter, Anne, that she has been asleep for some time. Anne lies staring at the ceiling, biting her lip and fighting back tears as she wishes for sleep. She has dozed off during the night, sinking into a merciful exhausted sleep from which she is jarred awake by remembrance. Now she is afraid to sleep. The last time she awoke with a little cry in her throat, arid her mother, Margo, had stirred her body, turning over on her wide womanly hips and murmuring something. Anne had lain still and was now afraid to wake her mother, for, if she did, she knew she would break down and tell her everything. She almost had when they had come home. Thank God she and Carl had gotten home late and their parents were already in bed and asleep.
Outside, over the Poconos mountain lake, clouds drifted away from the face of the moon and it shone full with that silent, early- morning brilliance, and a shaft of almost blue-white light came through the window to illuminate the sleeping woman's features.
Anne looked at Margo Greer and hoped that when she got to be her age, thirty-eight, that she would look as good ... and have as ripe a body -voluptuous, yet with a certain littleness that bespoke an animal-like grace. Her mother's features were still firm and her glance and bemused expression made an interesting combination of youth and candid experience. Men still flocked around her, and her sensual shape was always something of astonishment to men. Anne knew how hard and long her mother worked on the tennis court and in the pool to keep her figure.
Clouds drifted in front of the moon again, and Margo's figure darkened until it was just a silhouette on the rough cabin wall with her firmly rounded breasts jutting up in shadow. Again, the young girl bit her lip and wondered how she could ever tell her mother? Her gaze looked up into the darkness as she questioned the advisability of telling anyone! Who was there to tell? Jeff, her step-father? No, Jeff was a nice guy, but how would he understand and how could she, a girl, tell a man? She had to tell someone what happened, or go crazy. But who? Certainly not Carl, her twin brother, asleep outside in that damned camper with Jeff. Probably asleep on the very same bed she had sprawled earlier. Anne put her hands over her eyes and struggled to control her breathing, fought to stop it from growing into sobs, as her lower lip thrust out in a fierce pout. Her chiseled teenaged features so fine and delicate, and set off nicely by a dimpled chin took on strength and purpose. Her lovely young body so tense under the covers willed itself to relax, and she felt the heavy blanket mold to her every generous curve. She would go over the thing in her mind, go over every little detail, relive the whole thing as much as possible and that way, perhaps arrive at the point where she would know what to do and whom to talk to. She had to do it. Without someone to tell, she knew she was lost.
Her mind drifted back to the early evening. They had arrived for the annual vacation at their cabin in the blue Poconos mountains and had spent the afternoon sweeping the cabin out, unpacking, making beds and planning a meal. Carl and Jeff did all the heavy work then paused for beers as Anne and her mother, Margo, cleaned the cabin and prepared an early dinner. Anne had looked at her twin brother and felt a surge of pride and love when she watched Carl tilt his head back and saw his throat sensuously working as he drank greedily from his can of beer. It had been months since she had seen or heard from him, each going to a different private school, and she had spent the time during the drive up to the cottage getting to know him again, slightly irked that he had never bothered to write or call her, but proud to see he was as handsome and muscular as she had told her roommates and every bit as charming as she had remembered. And, he was different! Changed! And it was this change that had taken up most of her time. He was different. He talked differently and his ironic, sardonic smile was sharper and deeper. His hair was longer. Not too long, but longer than usual and he was wearing old blue jeans and tennis shoes.
It was his attitude that had changed more than anything. He looked at things differently. There was a look in his blue eyes that was challenging, perhaps too penetrating! She remembered now as she lay in bed with her mother sleeping across the room, she remembered that this strange difference in Carl had bothered her from the start. She tried not to notice the way he talked to Jeff or the slow way he had of smiling at her mother nor the superior sardonic grin he gave her. Or the quick way he grew restless and said, "I'm bored, bored already. Let's go to a movie."
Jeff had stretched his big arms and yawned, grinning down at Margo. "Not me. Why don't you kids go and let an old man like me go to bed? I drove all the way, and I feel like some sleep."
Lying in bed, Anne listened as a faint breeze blew, rustling through the trees like a town crier making his rounds. She knew that the mirror surface of the lake would be ribbed with little widening ripples, and she wondered once again if Carl had really been as casual as he seemed. Why had she gone along? It seemed a chance to spend some time with Carl and get to know what had happened to him at school learn things he might not want to talk about in front of his parents. She certainly had things to tell him. It would allow their mother, Margo, a chance to be alone with their step-father, Jeff. Their real father had died when the twins were young, and Margo had raised them herself, spoiling Carl crazy and making him an arrogant impossible male at times. She doted all her frustrated love on him, and Carl took full advantage of it. Jeff came along later and, although both Carl and Anne liked him very much, he was regarded as an outsider. Carl had delighted in talking about times and incidents that happened before Jeff had fallen in love with Margo's voluptuously healthy good looks.
Going to the movies had seemed like such a decent normal thing to do. So harmless that Anne found herself quickly agreeing to go along. She concentrated now, going over each word to see if she overlooked something. Did Carl arrange it, did he plan the whole thing, or did it just happen? Her memory going back, each image became like a flickering movie. The ride to the village, laughing, feeling the breeze in the pickup truck's cab as they rode into the village in the camper. He had said, "Hey man, I dig drive-in theaters, don't you?"
Anne tensed in bed. That had been it, the first warning signal. The way he had said, "man," and "dig." It was more the intonation than the words themselves. She should have known then! But, by that time, did it matter? she was already on her way to the drive-in. She was soon to know as he drove with a rakish recklessness, handling the swerving van-camper like it was a racing car. And then, all too soon, she did know... for he turned to her and casually asked, "Do you turn on?"
The young girl had tensed, startled, but refusing to panic. After all, it wasn't the first time she had been asked. Pot, grass, marijuana, was part of every school scene. She smiled brightly and said,"No, I'm afraid I don't." It was a standard answer she gave, and it seemed to work every time. Every time, that is, except this time with Carl.
"Why not?" he asked.
She shrugged her shoulders. "I've just never thought about it."
"Why not?"
His persistence irked her, and she crossed her long legs and looked at him sideways. "Well, for one thing, it's against the law."
Garl nodded, driving, watching the road. "So is booze at our age."
"That's different!"
"No, it's not. Have you tried it?"
"No. Why should I?" She couldn't hide her feelings. She was worried about her brother already and disliking his attitude about something that was criminal and did unpredictable things to you.
His sarcasm cut her pride. "Your stupidity is obvious. Try it once, then say you don't like it. You don't know what you're talking about."
His stinging dismissal was one way he had of always controlling her when they were growing up. It cut deep now and her chin was thrust out, pert and defiant. "Don't you call me stupid!" she had flared back.
His laughter made her squirm. "I'm sorry, honey, but when you act stupid I gotta tell you. You're talking like an authority about something you know nothing about. Try it once. I promise you, I give you my word, nothing will happen to you. Nothing bad. Take my word for it. Then, then, after you've experienced it and know what it's like, then you can put it down. Otherwise you are stupid, just plain dumb, honey." He had laughed and shook his head, tolerating her.
She tried to remember every word of what they said. How did she find herself promising to try it just once? How had it happened? Insanely, she found herself agreeing with him and promising to try it just once and in her mind she would, someday, smoke it, try it. Not that night, she thought, not in the camper, not at the drive-in. She tried to remember every word and it was all a blur, and she looked up at the sign at the entrance of the drive-in and laughed out loud, "Oh my God!"
"What?" "Both of the pictures are X rated!"
"How about that?"
She grinned roguishly at her brother, nudging him with her elbow. "I'll bet you didn't notice that!"
"Ever seen one? Don't knock it until you've tried it," Carl said, winking and letting his heavy knee lean against hers.
She had laughed and given up. He still had that insane humor about him that made him silly and adorable. All her life she had given in to his whims and rages. With Carl, "giving in" fast became a way of life.
He had parked the camper in the very last row of the curved and banked drive-in because of its high peak that would block a view. Carl shut the ignition and slouched in his seat, grinning across at his sister who was eagerly looking up to the screen, anticipating seeing something dirty. Instead, there was a party scene going on.
"Let's go lay up in the peak and watch from there."
"Okay." She had, again, thought nothing of it at the time. Their camper was actually a pickup truck with the housing bolted on the back and over the cab. Jeff had fitted the camper out, putting a bed in the peak where one could sleep next to two windows or look out of while driving for long hours. Campers with peaks are a common sight on the higliway with scores of young children lying on their stomachs and peering adventurously out.
Anne crawled up next to her brother and giggled. It was sort of naughtily intimate, and they couldn't hear any sound. It would be a nice time, and they could get to talk. She leaned her weight on her elbows and grinned at her twin brother, unconscious of the billowing white cleavage she was exposing to him.
Carl leaned on one side and reached in a pocket, pulling out a cellophane bag with greenish-brown plant material, like tobacco, in it. She knew immediately what it was. "What's that?" she asked, her voice rising and tense, hoping he would say something else.
"Pot. Grass." He had some cigarette papers in his hand and started rolling cigarettes.
She shook her head. "Put it away, please."
He looked at her, wrinkles in his forehead. "You promised."
"I said someday, maybe."
"You promised."
"God, not here!"
He looked sardonic. "No place better. Hell, why do you think people go to drive-ins?"
"We could get arrested."
"Not in a camper like this. Narks look for the psychedelic painted buses and crap like that. They never bother a camper like this."
"I just don't want to."
"Come on." Carl made a face, looking disgusted, and Anne knew he was going to be sarcastic. "Don't be a real drag. You are, you know? You're a real drag! You're a bore, a pain-in-the-ass, a real drag to be around, you know that? You're the one square on every campus, Jesus!"
She blinked back tears of indignation, the barbs finding their way home in the sensitive flesh of her ego. He always, ever since childhood, had a way of hurting her. The trouble was, she always ended up half-believing him. She was boring at times, maybe she was boring all the time. She clenched her fists and looked at the screen through blurred eyes. Two meri were having a fist fight in a bar. Maybe she was a drag, maybe everyone felt that way about her, and only Carl had the nerve to tell her. She didn't get all that many second dates at school. When dates found she wasn't like the amoral campus-radical-intellectuals, when she insisted on being treated like a lady, the dates would come once and seldom twice.
Carl put his hand on her shoulder tenderly. "I wouldn't say things like that about you if I didn't believe you could be great. Just have to get over all those old fashioned ideas, that's all. Let yourself go a little. Now I told you that one, one little joint wouldn't hurt you. I gave you my word. Now relax and enjoy it."
Anne brushed her long golden hair from one eye and half-smiled uncertainly at her brother, blinking back tears. He was like that, ruthless one minute and reassuring the next. Again, she found she half-believed him. Maybe he was right, maybe she should let herself go once in a while, show him what she was really like deep down inside.
She listened to her brother carefully as he gave her instructions on how to smoke the marijuana and she took the lighted joint in her hands and inhaled deeply.
Chapter Two
Her first reaction was one of shock. With a gasp and her hand to her mouth, she realized that quite a long time had gone by. Just how long, a few minutes or an hour, she wasn't quite sure. All she was sure of was that a long time had gone by without either of them saying a word. The joint had been passed back and forth between the two of them until it was a bright glowing nub then snuffed out. Still, no one said a word. She looked out the window at the movie and saw a man and woman sitting in a car, driving and talking. She blinked, wondering how long the movie had been going on and why it was all out of focus in a soft and fuzzy way.
The bewildered young girl grinned to herself. Soft and fuzzy. She felt soft and fuzzy all over.In fact, the world had suddenly become soft and fuzzy, and time stood suspended while she delighted at her wisdom in seeing and feeling the world in such an out of focus manner. Then the idea seemed ludicrous and childish, and she giggled behind her hand that she could think such a silly thing.
And still no one spoke. Carl stared at her with a careful gaze and said nothing. She had the eerie feeling he could sit like that all night and never say a word.
Suddenly uneasy, feeling a restlessness deep in her body, she looked at the screen. A girl was running across a lawn with a man chasing her. The girl fell, laughing, in the grass right in front of the camera, and a laughing man fell on top of her, and the two of them tumbled together. The girl was wearing a blouse and her full, nakedly white breast fell out, shaking free and bouncing, resilient and rubbery, with her nipples tautly sticking out erect as the man grabbed them and began kneading and massaging them with both hands. He was on top of the girl, and Anne watched with a detached excitement that spread rapidly deep in her groin.
"Jesus!" Carl, lying next to her was watching the screen.
Anne looked at her brother and tried to speak. Her tongue felt heavy, and the air in the camper was hot and filled with the thick sickly sweet smoke from the marijuana cigarette. She found it difficult to remember what she was going to say. She found her mind in a fog, and it was difficult to focus her thoughts. She found herself looking at the screen again as the actress in the picture struggled out of her clothes and lay nakedly writhing on the ground. Anne gasped, wetting her lips, as she saw the actress's triangular wedge of sparse, softly curling black pubic hair.
"Jesus!" Carl said again.
"Yeah," she sighed, her voice sounding strangely calm and far away. "They really go all the way in these films."
Carl crooked on one elbow to look at her. "All the way?" He made a disgusted face. "You've never seen hard-core stuff? You think that is something?" He jerked his thumb toward the screen. Again, she had to withstand his sardonic gaze. He suddenly crawled back dropping out of the peak. "I'll be back in a minute."
She could hear him rummaging through something in the camper but found she couldn't pay attention. Her drugged young body was tingling sensually as she lay on the mattress and stared at the big screen; she watched, not really comprehending, as the actor tore off his clothes in a frenzy of action while the actress nakedly and lewdly writhed at his feet. Anne began to feel a buzzing, a pleasing little electrical impulse that seemed to quiver in her nerve endings, sending a rippling wave of erotic pleasure through her body. She sucked on her finger, her full, softly wet lips parted in excitement as she saw the actor's naked groin full of hair and dominated by a long dangling penis. It was only a glimpse, but she saw it and excitement - like a signal rocket - went off deep in her womb and exploded in a wild display of hotly shooting stars in her stomach. She felt the beginning of an impatient swelling in her vaginal lips and a naughty, deliciously warm slipperiness oozing down her smooth inner thighs.
Carl was lying next to her again, crawling up on the mattress with something in his hand. He looked first at her hungry expression and then at the screen and said in disgust, "Jesus! You think that's something? Take a look at these. Now this is the real thing!" He tossed a packet of glossy pictures toward her and rolled on his side to flick on a tiny reading light in the peak.
With temples pounding and her entire young body stiffened, Anne looked down and saw fanned out on the mattress pictures of naked men and women doing the most obscene things to one another. Her brain was sounding an alarm, yet she couldn't take her drug- glazed eyes from the depravity she saw spread out before her. She didn't have to see her twin brother to know that Carl was watching her with that sardonic gaze of his. Quickly, she turned her head away from the pictures and movie, and looked at the camper wall, only to feel a heated aching deep in her loins. She'd had the same feeling many times before when she would awaken late at night full of desire and a strange longing . .. and there was always the suppressed wish to be lewd, and her slender fingers would steal down to her wetly throbbing vagina and whisper over her erect little clitoris . . . increasing the excitement and desire and longing until she thought she would die unless somehow or another she was fulfilled. And it was her wildly pulsating clitoris, pressed tight up between her thighs, that was bothering her now. It throbbed and beat like a metronome and she knew, with fine feminine intuition, that by moving her legs ever-so imperceptively and tightly clenching her gently rounded young buttocks, she could increase her excitement even more. She looked down at the pictures once again. Her voice was husky as she asked, "Are these yours?"
"Uh huh. Interesting, huh?"
"Interesting!" She looked at him, her eyes dulled by marijuana as she tried to register her astonishment "You bought these? You look at them?"
"Yes. I like them. You learn a lot about love making from them, don't you think?"
The calmness of his answer steadied her, and his twin sister stared down at one of the pictures where a woman's wetly glistening lips were tightly ovalled around a man's hardened penis. The marijuana she had smoked was having its subtle effect, distorting her mind without her realizing it. She forgot where she was, and that her brother was lying silently by her side, his warm young body pressed against hers as they bent their heads together to look at the pictures.
She carefully studied the one of the woman eagerly sucking the man's penis. She had heard about girls in her school who had done this with one boy or another, but she never expected to see a photograph of anyone actually doing it. The woman's moistly sucking mouth was stretched so wide that Anne wondered how she kept from choking on the enormous cock. It was so huge, and her lips were locked on it as though they would never let go. A rippling sensation of lewdness coursed through her as she pondered its size. It was the biggest she had ever seen, and she clasped her legs tighter together as she wondered what it would be like to have a penis that big shoved up between her thighs. Without thinking or realizing that Carl was next to her, she tightly flexed her ripely firm young buttocks and shifted her hips, feeling her overly sensitive clitoris swell achingly as it slipped and slid against the ever-growing hot moistness on the tight elastic crotchband of her panties. Almost eagerly, she flipped the picture aside, turning to the next one.
She gasped as it proved to be just the opposite from the first one. The same woman was nakedly sitting on a couch with her feet flat on the floor and her legs spread wide apart. A man wearing only a pair of socks was kneeling between her thighs, and Anne could clearly see his tongue curling wetly into the puffy pink lips of her vagina. Anne's mouth gaped open at the obscene sight. She had heard of men doing this to women but never thought the sight of such a depraved act could excite her as this one lewdly stimulating photograph was doing. She could feel her entire heatedly aroused vaginal area throbbing now with a new need up between her trembling young thighs. Her hands had begun to shake as the same wanton emotions reflected on the girl's face in the picture transmitted themselves to her own inexperienced body.
Next to her, Carl nodded. "A good way to learn."
"You don't mean you would do the things these people are doing ... do you, Carl?" she asked incredulously.
He shrugged. "Who can tell?" his eyes commanded her to look at him. "Maybe even you would be surprised at some of the things you'd want to do when in passion. It is a very strong thing."
"Well... I don't think I would. It's like an animal, some of the things they are doing."
"What things?" Carl asked unexpectedly, a slight grin crossing his lips.
"This one for example." she blurted. "How can any self-respecting woman make love to a man like that, it's disgusting."
He looked back at his twin sister, a masculine mirror-image of her. "Making love involves two people, not one."
"You mean like this?" Anne grimly held up the picture of the woman hungrily sucking the enromous cock.
"Well, she's certainly making him feel happy, she's giving to him."
Anne became confused. Maybe he was right and maybe, with her limited experience with sex, wasn't she thinking of sex as a one way street with all the pleasure coming her way and none toward the partner? Maybe he was right! If one sex practice brought pleasure, why not all practices? What were the rules for bed? If a man thrilled you, why not thrill him right back? What was normal? Her mind was like putty as it wandered in a marijuana-induced fog, and she was puzzled because suddenly she was seeing it all from her brother's viewpoint: it was one way of learning to make love. Yet, she knew she shouldn't even be discussing things like this with her brother, but the correct arguments just weren't coming to her mind. She blinked, trying to clear her vision which had blurred slightly.
"it's wrong," she announced in a quiet little voice. It was definitely wrong but still she couldn't keep her eyes away from the pictures, it was wrong yet she was feeling wildly exciting emotions pound through her young body, leaving her mouth dry, her eyes glazed, and a molten feeling deep in her loins, a feeling that was beginning to bubble and churn and send hot smokey flashes through her whole body.
"Look at that girl's face," Carl said, ignoring her earlier statement that had been more of a plea than an accusation. He knew his twin sister was fighting a losing battle with her will. "Look at her face," he said again, pointing to the picture of the girl wantonly sucking the huge vein-marbled cock. "She's enjoying it, don't you think?"
"Yes, yes, she is," Anne breathed, as her eyes locked on another picture of the same girl on a bed with her legs wide apart and the man kneeling between them, his thick, axe-handle penis sunk all the way into her pinkly glistening pussy. The camera angle showed clearly his thick white shaft disappearing into the fleshy, hair-fringed folds of her vagina. It was buried almost to the hilt; only a tiny stretch of the wetly gleaming cock's trunk was left showing. The girl's face was contorted into the most depraved picture of ecstasy that Anne had ever seen.
God, how wonderful she must feel, with that big penis up inside her belly, she thought.
Anne lay staring at the picture, then, against her will, slowly flicked the picture over to look at the next one. A low moan bubbled out of her throat as she looked at this new and even more salacious scene. The same naked girl and man had been joined by a third man whose massive prick stuck out rigidly erect from between his legs. The girl lay on a bed. No. on second look, she was propped on one elbow as she voraciously sucked the lust-swollen cock of the man kneeling by her head. The picture was so brazen and obscene, with just the blunted purple head of his massive cock half-way through her wetly ovalled lips with the rest of the long thick shaft being tightly held by her fingertips. The second man was lying on the bed beneath her, his mouth greedily locked to her moistly pink vagina, her long legs spread open and entwined around his neck. Anne's hand shook as she picked the picture up to get a better look. "Now that's what I call fun." Carl's husky voice shocked her as he shifted closer to her, lying on his side and pressing up against her. She tensed as she thought she felt his erect penis throbbing beneath his pants. "Do you like that?" he asked as he brazenly put a hand on one of her softly flushed buttocks.
The heatedly aroused young girl found that her mouth was dry, and a growing sense of unease was coming over her, mingling with the lust and the time-loss and strange disorientation brought about by the effects of the marijuana. Moreover, she found all moral arguments confused in her mind. Something told her it wasn't right, something told her she shouldn't be allowing him to touch her in such a way. Yet, she was permitting him to caress her buttocks-and she liked it! Further, she couldn't take her eyes from the lewd photographs. The woman's face was still contorted with a wild reckless ecstasy that was contagious. Anne stared at the picture for what seemed a long time. Her breath was coming hard, and she felt she couldn't move her hips with her brother's hand burning through her dress and panties. He must know! The band of her panties was growing even tighter due to the folded swelling lips of her vagina. She had an insane desire to remove them-take them off and be naked in the camper.
Carl interrupted her feverish reverie to say with a smirk, "You think that's hot? Wait until you see the next one."
Anne tried to say something, but her mouth was too dry to form words. Her hand shook as she reached across the mattress to flick the old photo out of the way. She stared at the next picture, and her mouth fell open again; her delicate winged nostrils flared and her eyelids drooped as she felt something molten and electric flood into her hollow groin. She whispered, "Oh my God!"
Never had she seen anything so depraved. The same girl was standing. Standing? No, she was crouched, her legs spread wide apart, in the middle of the room, and the two men were kneeling on the floor, one in front of her, one behind. The girl's head was thrown back in lewdly abandoned triumph, as her hands cupped and massaged her own breasts. The girl stood in obscene splendor while the two kneeling men put their hands on her hips and buttocks. The man in front had his thick wetly curling tongue stuck up into her convuluted cunt, while the one behind her flicked the tip of his tongue over the girl's gleaming little brown anus. The girl's face was one of flowing rapture as the men devoured her pussy and anus like big cats come to feed.
The silence in the camper was so thick it could be cut with a knife. Both of the twins seemed to be holding their breath. Anne finally let her breath go in a deep shudder and fought for more air. She thought she was going to faint.
His voice brazen, daring, Carl asked, "Do you like that one?"
Anne couldn't answer as she felt all the muscles in her stomach relax lewdly, and her moistly trembling vaginal lips gaped open to permit the tight narrow band of her panties to slip into her cuntal crevice. She had to squirm her hips now, even though her brother's hand was on her buttocks and he would know what she was doing. She felt what she was sure was his erection heatedly pulsating against her hip as he leaned to see the picture. "Isn't that horny?" he whispered, his breath hot in her ear.
She nodded her head dumbly. "Horny" was a good word for it. Anne had never, ever, in her wildest sexual fantasies, ever imagined anything so depraved and wanton ... or so exciting! Her fevered vagina was seeping more and more heatedly moist lubricant - so much so that it had wet her dress all the way through. Her love-starved young cunt seemed to have a life of its own, and it was impossible to keep it still even though she squeezed her thighs together. She tightly clenched her softly firm buttocks, forcing the panty band deep between the anal crevice made by her cheeks, and she felt it bite, with a pleasurable pain, against the puckered entrance to her anus. "Do . . . do . . . people actually do this?" she asked in a high voice that seemed to pant with eagerness. A wild, pot-induced thought was in her head: just once in her life, she would like to go to a strange city and, with strangers, people she'd never see again, she would like to do that, to stand straddling on the floor, legs wide apart, and have one man ravish her cunt with his long hot tongue and another sticking his tongue in her asshole at the same time!
The trembling young girl felt giddy with lewd excitement and faint with the boldness of her thoughts. She ground her pelvis down into the mattress with a wanton strength, grinding the band of her panties ever deeper into her wetly pulsing cunt. She knew her brother was aware of what she was doing and what she was feeling, but she couldn't help herself; she was hot now, and the feeling in her groin was threatening to overpower all her common sense and upbringing.
Anne put the picture down and gazed out the window. My God, she wondered, people can see us up here. She stirred restlessly as Carl's hand began gently kneading her buttocks, spreading her cheeks slightly under her dress. His head nodded toward the screen. "Look."
Mindless, feeling nothing but lewdness and an itch for depravity, she looked at the screen and focused her eyes. The film had moved on. How long had she been staring at those dirty pictures? On the screen were several girls cavorting in a big bath with two men. and the camera clearly showed their big, firmly fleshed breasts glistening with bath oil . . . one of the men put his lips against a breast and jetted warm water onto a nipple.
Anne closed her eyes as her nostrils flared again. Sex seemed to be everywhere. "Do you like that one?" Carl asked again, nodding toward the picture while taking his hand away from her buttocks and doing something with his fingers. Anne shuddered. What could she say? She looked again at the photograph of the girl with the men licking her body and her breasts tilted upward by her hands. Carl suddenly pressed a brown cigarette to her lips and she drew deeply without hesitation. She was beyond noticing that it was more of the conscience killing marijuana. The sweet acrid smoke curled into her lungs like a soothing syrup, sweeping away any moral revulsion she might have felt. Her head lightened as she pulled at the cigarette heavily, closing her eyes tightly as each drag burned heatedly into her lungs. Then, after several deep, deep inhalations, she found herself wickedly enjoying looking at the photo. She smiled barely masking her lewd passion, as she felt her brother's hand drop on her buttocks and pat them, pulling her dress up in the process.
"Do people really do this?" She held the picture up in her hand ignoring the fact that now only the flimsy little white panties were between her buttocks and his fingers.
"Yes," he whispered, pressing his pelvis against her hip. "And they like it. Do you like it?" There was no longer any doubt about his erection, it beat and pounded hotly against her thigh.
Anne's breath was coming heavy and hard. It was hot in the camper and both of them were covered with a fine film of perspiration as they lay side by side, staring at the picture in a drug-induced trance. Nothing interrupted their glazed concentration, not even Carl's hand snaking under her skirt and touching the fleshy bottom of her trembling buttocks. Her dress was pulled up around her hips so her buttocks were exposed and her asscheeks, like twin hemispheres, stuck out from under her panties. Her flesh quivered as his warm fingers tantalizingly traced their way back and forth over her cheeks. Vaguely, she knew what they were doing was wrong. By the time she had her thoughts focused, Carl had given her another order.
"Look at the next picture."
Her unsteady hand flipped the old picture aside and she couldn't help a twitching, wanton smile from forming on her lips. It showed the girl in close-up. She was doing the kneeling this time. The two men were standing close together, facing one another with most of their bodies out of the camera frame. The girl held a cock in each hand as she greedily tried to guide both of the rigidly erect shafts in her mouth at once. Anne gaped as she felt her brother's hand drop down into the nakedly trembling crevice of her buttocks. "How could she do such a thing!"
"You don't like that?" he asked, using his outstretched middle finger to slide up and down the oval cleft.
"I didn't say that," she whispered back, conscious that they both were talking in a hushed excited whisper. Her hips began a slow wanton writhing under his probing touch.
"What's the matter?" he asked, holding his breath.
"Nothing," she said, feeling the band moist and biting deeper into her cunt. "Just got uncomfortable, that's all."
"Why don't you get relaxed," he said, "Why don't you take some clothes off and be more comfortable? You could go to sleep if you wanted to."
She stared at her brother, the dimple in her chin looking suddenly impish as an almost salacious grin spread across her face. It was fun being alone like this with him, fun with the naughty feeling of doing something she shouldn't be doing. Hell, he was her brother and this was, in a way, her home. The camper was an extension of her home. She only knew one thing: she had to get that panty-band away from her groin. She grinned and said, "I think I will.
Don't look!"
He turned his head and Anne squirmed and twisted her hips pulling her wet panties off and hiding them under the mattress. She had never in her life felt so wickedly free and she enjoyed it . . . being here - without panties - almost naked with her twin brother and his dirty pictures. The young girl rolled back over on her stomach again. She knew her dress was still bunched up around her waist, her naked young buttocks gleaming whitely in the subdued light, but it didn't matter.
She picked up the photograph again, feeling a delicious thrill run through her as she stared at the lewd scene. The woman was holding both of the cocks right in front of her hungry, wide-open mouth, her fingers skinning the foreskins back to expose the mushroom head of each one full and bulging with an impatient lust. The woman's eyes were almost closed, wetly glistening lips were open in a lax smile as the flat of her tongue snaked around the head of one cock.
Anne had to put the picture down and look at the next one while she again felt her brother's warm hand moving familiarly over her nakedly exposed young buttocks. Out of the corner of her eye she saw he was looking back down at her gently rounded asscheeks and a wanton thrill smoked in her brain. She was wicked! She was evil! She was doing something she knew she shouldn't do, yet she found herself looking hungrily at her brother's face, touching it with her trembling hands as she dropped the picture. With a loud groan, his open mouth locked on hers and, at the same time, his hand pressed all the way between her buttocks, and she lazily and brazenly spread her legs apart and lifted her hips slightly so that his hand could reach over her wetly quivering pussy.
.. . Now, lying in bed in their cabin and listening to the lake water lapping at the shore outside, it was difficult for her to tell who did what to whom. Who had acted first? Did she wantonly and immorally seduce him? Or was it Carl seducing her: or had it been the both of them together?
It didn't matter, and now that she remembered it all, she had to go on, her mind caught up again in a vortex of lewd passion for her brother.
It had happened in that drive-in, in the peak of their camper, with anyone who wanted to being able to look up and see them . . .
Anne had arched her back obscenely, jutting her firmly fleshed young buttocks up while her head reared and twisted, and she felt his hot tongue wetly driving in and out of her mouth. Her legs were spread and his outstretched middle finger was sawing in and out of her moistly clasping cunt, bringing obscene moans of pleasure from her lust contorted lips. Anne was gripped in an animal-like lewdness that drove all reason from her mind. She heard the zip of her brother's pants, and her hand flew of its own volition to his massively throbbing cock. She found herself tightly gripping his rigid warmness, a warmness that was hardening even now and growing in her grasp. She began eagerly stroking it as his finger sawed in and out and up and down her feverishly churning cunt. Then Carl was over her, slipping behind her and forcing his way between her splayed young legs. With a hissing gasp of breath, she spread her legs even more and lifted her wildly trembling buttocks up in obscene invitation. Her eye focused on still another glossy photograph right in front of her face. Anne let out a low animal moan as she looked and saw the girl skewered, her legs split wide, between the two men. She groaned aloud again as she stared at the picture and felt her brother's cock sliding up and down the full wet length of her voracious cunt while his finger intermittently sawed in and out with a slippery ease that left her begging for more.
Anne could see the girl in the picture was being fucked in the anus and cunt at the same time. She was sandwiched between the two men who seemed to be tearing at her body with all their might. The girl's face was caught in that moment of intense rapture when the expression is contorted with sheer, animal ecstasy. She obviously was dimming as the men fucked her with all their might.
Anne closed her eyes and felt the swollen heatedly pulsating head of her brother's cock press against her own love starved cunt, and felt herself, with an eager animal lunge, spread the lips of her vagina and shove up against his massive prick, stamping it with the moistness of her hotly impatient secretions. The wetly trembling lips of her pussy seemed to stick slightly as she pulled away. She felt Carl's hands coming down over her shoulders, circling and closing over her breasts. She was taut, supporting almost all her weight on her knees and elbows as she restlessly arched her back and felt her brother's sure strong hands unbuttoning the front of her dress.
He was undressing her, forcing her brassiere up, pulling her ripely dangling young breasts free so that they spilled nakedly out of her dress. Her eyes opened a slit and she looked out the peak window. Anyone down below, getting out of a car or simply walking by on the way to the refreshment stand, could see her exposed breasts. They were big, melony, white and well-formed, with her elongated little nipples being dark red and standing up tautly as his fingers expertly pinched them into life. The idea of someone looking up and seeing her head and shoulders and breasts while her naked brother was on top of her, was wickedly exciting. Her breath came through her nostrils heavy and labored as she felt his thick, hotly throbbing cock pressing harder against the warmly moist opening to her cunt. A moment later, a jolt of wanton pleasure shot through her young body as the head of his penis slid just inside her wetly clasping pussy mouth and lodged there - beating like a powerful second heart.
Anne closed her eyes and let herself behave like an animal, like the girl in the photos. She moved by instinct, with the knowledge and obscene thrill that she was being even more lewd and wanton than the girl in the photographs. She was fucking her brother, her twin brother!
The thought shot through her brain with the speed of light. The oldest and most taboo of sins: Incest! She was fucking her own brother dog fashion, with her back lewdly arched and her knees bent slightly so that her legs were split; her softly fleshed young buttocks were reared high where her brother had sunk his rigidly long cock home, his mighty shaft of flesh spreading her vaginal lips into a perfectly taut "O" around the impaling cudgel. He grunted and began hammering it in even deeper into her wantonly heaving belly. With a cruelly tantalizing slowness, he sawed his huge, wetly glistening cock in and out, stretching her quivering cunt, pulling tight pink pussy lips outward on each withdrawal stroke, then folding them back in again as he drove home even further.
If anyone outside had looked up they would have seen the young girl with her eyes almost shut, her mouth laxly open and her head thrown wantonly back to expose her long graceful neckline and her two nakedly billowing breasts that quivered and shook as she rested on her elbows, while her brother nakedly crouched behind and dog fucked her into near insensibility. Anne felt completely dominated by her brother's mind and body. With a lewd thrill that made her grit her teeth as her naked young body shuddered under his, she realized she would do anything for her brother. Yes, she thought, as her madly thrashing buttocks churned up and down in a well-oiled movement on her brother's long, hotly throbbing cock, she would do anything for her brother! She would do all the things in the pictures! She would even be willing to pose for them! Her mind seethed with wildly wicked ideas of perversions they could do together, and she hoped that he would dominate her and force her to his will. Wasn't he always right about her? She fucked back against him with all her might, her naked breasts dancing under her as her body dripped sweat and reacted to each wonderfully punishing thrust from behind. Slowly, her brother was forcing her forward until her face was pressed against the window pane, and anyone in the drive-in could see the two of them fucking.
She didn't care! Let them all look, let them see her doing something even more sinful and wrong and exciting than was shown in the pictures. Anyone could see that they were brother and sister, committing the worst sin of all: incest. Anyone could have seen their slow and wanton writhings in the camper peak as he fucked her ever forward, forcing her around sideways, as he fucked with all his wild young might, plunging his massively pulsating penis in and out of her wet, eagerly trembling pussy, swooping deeper each time. He began thrusting like a maniac as he mounted and drove toward an earth-cracking orgasm. And then, long before he was ready for it, he felt the hotly impatient sperm swirling in his lust-bloated testicles . . . and then it was spurting in hot white jets from the head of his wildly jerking cock.
Anne, eyes closed, felt the hot sticky warmth spewing into her eagerly twitching cunt, and it triggered her own climax; her shamelessly aroused young body began convulsing as her loins danced and jerked in a lewd dance of lust. She continued to cum, nakedly pressed up against the window pane as Carl gasped for breath and his long, rigidly erect penis pumped in and out, slower......and slower.......and slower . . . until it lay motionless in her warmly milking womb. Anne felt her body shuddering under his as she had her orgasm over and over until she was in a realm of pure bliss. Her lips twisted in a lascivious smile as she kept cumming with her body reacting in fine spasms of trembling, and she felt as if she were going to pass out.
Then it was over! The young girl lay on her stomach, her dress bunched and twisted around her waist, her firmly rounded breasts and buttocks exposed obscenely. In her drugged mind, she realized a truth: whatever else she was, she was depraved!
She loved it! Every minute of it! Her only fear was that her brother was not half so perverted as she! She would gladly perform any act he wanted. Do anything he asked. She sprawled nakedly, her legs split wide, obscene, brazen, her eyes blinking, trying to focus as she looked out at the drive-in screen and saw the movie ending. Only then did her brother pull his now flaccid penis from her warmly flowing cunt...
It was a long time before they got back to the cabin. Jeff complained sleepily on the living room couch and got up, shivering, and joined Carl in the camper, while Anne slipped into the bedroom she shared with her mother. For some reason that wasn't clear, her mother wanted the family sleeping that way.
Anne shivered her way into bed, then found she couldn't sleep. Remorse, like a cruel heavy hammer, hovered over her head. She lay in bed and began to feel remorse for what she had done, fighting back tears. She wanted to tell her mother, but couldn't bring herself to do it. Reliving the evening had only aroused her forbidden desire once again. She lay until morning with her body aching, her mind full of conflicting emotions. . . and a wet, eager warmness up between her young thighs.
Chapter Three
Margo and Jeff sat out on the sun deck in their bathing suits and sipped Bloody Marys while Margo watched Anne and Carl rowing out on the lake. She adjusted her dark glasses as she watched her daughter carefully. They had been on vacation for almost a week now, and Margo knew there was definitely something wrong with Anne. She watched the two children now as Carl rowed while his sister sat staring over the side at the water. There didn't seem anything wrong with the girl's health. But something was bothering her! She looked haggard and troubled and seemed to lose the thread of conversation, often stopping in mid-sentence, her eyes focused off into space.
Margo had talked to Jeff about it and he, typical male, didn't notice anything and suggested that maybe Anne was in love with some boy back at school. Margo decided to say nothing more but keep a watch on her daughter and wait for the right time. If there was one thing she had learned in her thirty four years, it was to wait for the right time. To each thing there is a season . . . those words seemed so true.
She sipped from her drink and shifted in her deck chair, turning her voluptuous body toward the sun. She was wearing a shamelessly brief bikini that almost nakedly exposed her sensual figure. If there was one thing Margo was rightfully proud of in her life, it was her body. She took precious good care of it, exercising and being careful of her diet. She used any excuse to get into a bikini or tennis togs to show off her figure. Her long tanned legs tapered down to thin ankles, and her thighs were firm and well formed. When she wore her bikini, it seemed as if her ripely full breasts were stuffed into her bra and spilled out, overflowing. She was proud of her still shapely breasts which were slightly bigger and just as firm as those of her fifteen year-old daughter.
It pleased her whenever people mistook her for Anne's sister and suggested she might do one of those mother-daughter commercials. She spent each night in front of the mirror, carefully going over her face for any sign of a wrinkle. Margo, at thirty four, could easily pass for twenty six or seven. Still, though, she was deeply conscious of advancing age and troubled by it. Jeff, at forty two, had the beginnings of a pot belly and double chin. Jeff also hit the bottle hard, and that already showed in his face.
Margo slid her dark glasses down on her nose and looked at her husband who was half asleep in his deck chair. He wasn't at all like her first husband, the twins father. That man had been an animal in bed, and Margo had to admit she loved her nightly rape. But he was dead now over ten years, and life with Jeff was almost satisfying. Jeff was a good man, not exciting, but steady in his own way. He worked hard at public relations and made good money. But he put long hours into the business and drank hard with clients . . . and came home half-drunk and beat, wanting nothing but to go to bed . . . and sleep!
Jeff was another problem for Margo. He wasn't interested in sex with her anymore, and she wondered if he had another woman somewhere. This vacation was something Margo had planned. If he got enough rest, he might become romantic again. Margo Greer was a woman with a lot of courage. When her first husband died, she threw herself into rearing her kids, and she saved herself, figuring that someday the right man might come along. Jeff Greer was the man, and she was loyal to him. Now, at thirty four, aware that she didn't have too many more years left, she was determined to enjoy them. She thought of various ways to make herself attractive to her husband, and she wiggled when she walked in her bikini and tried everything to arouse him.
Yet it had been Jeff who arranged for Margo and Anne to share the cabin, saying, "We can't let Anne and Carl sleep together in the cabin or camper. I mean, they're grown up now! Just look at that daughter of yours."
Even in his love making, Jeff was pretty sedate and conventional. Only one thing seemed to arouse him every time: when she went down on him and sucked his penis. It never failed! Yet, since they's been on vacation, she hadn't even had a chance to do that. When they were alone, he complained of being tired; when the twins were around, it was, of course, out of the question. Yet Margo was a strong and willful woman. She had promised herself that when she was ready for the grave, she would have no regrets, feeling sure that she had experienced everything. Before she was through, she wanted to go to an orgy, and she freely admitted - to herself - that she wouldn't mind a little swapping in the least. She had hinted, unsuccessfully, to Jeff about swapping, but it had gone right over his head.
To each thing there is a season .. . Margo sipped her Bloody Mary and smiled to herself. The third night of their vacation she had demanded of her husband that he take her out to dinner and leave the twins at home. Carl thought the idea was fine, and Anne had been in her brown mood, not saying much at all. So it was arranged that the children would stay at the cabin, while Margo and Jeff took the camper and went out for dinner.
The dinner had been great and Margo had managed to keep Jeff down to three martinis. She had a plan. She smiled at her husband, flirting, the dimple in her chin looking wicked and showing the family resemblance between her and Anne. Her heart-shaped face was tan, her eyes clear washed blue as she asked, "How about a movie?"
Jeff grunted. "Okay, but where's a movie around here?"
"The drive-in, silly, the one the kids went to."
"Aren't we a little old for drive-ins?"
"Only as old as you feel, honey."
So, not realizing they were repeating the actions of their children, they decided to go to the drive-in. When Margo saw that the films were X-rated, she laughed, "Those little brats! They never told us!"
Jeff chuckled as he parked the camper in almost the same spot it had been parked a few nights earlier. Jeff fetched popcorn and candy and slouched down behind the wheel, immediately getting absorbed in the movie.
Margo sat smiling at her husband, her hand resting on his shoulders: she used one finger to scratch the nape of his neck. An idea hit her as she looked at the roof of the cab. "Jeff, let's go up in the peak and watch the movie!"
"Naw," he said, "There's no way to get the sound up there."
She leaned toward him, her voice seductively smooth and velvet. "We can lie down up there, and when I get through with you, you won't want any sound."
"It's like watching TV in bed only this is X-rated TV. Who needs sound? Cone on!" She got out of the cab with Jeff reluctantly following. It wasn't until he had crawled up in the peak that he suddenly became aware of what she had in mind. She cuddled next to him, grinning "You watch those silly naked girls while I amuse myself." A slow insinuating smile came over his face as he felt her warm hand slowly unzip his pants.
He looked out at the screen and saw a woman running and laughing in a field. He saw her fall and saw a pursuing man fall on top of her. He saw the girl's wildly superb breasts tumble out of her blouse, and he watched the man eagerly massage them as he felt Margo pull his thickening cock free from his pants. She;began to caress and stroke it, rubbing the thick foreskin back and forth, then slipping her hand inside his undershorts and cradling his heavy testicles in her palm. Jeff groaned, relaxed, and lay back. The young mother smiled wickedly and began squirming her way down his length, continuing the gently stroking of the loose foreskin up and down the full growing length of his impatiently throbbing penis.
He looked down at her with his eyes half closed. "Oh, baby, it's been a long while," he moaned.
"Look at the movie," she crooned back up at him.
He looked out the window, lying half on his side, letting Margo do what she wished. Her fingernails scratched lightly and teasingly against the sensitive underside of his cock, and the rigid flesh jerked in response. Suddenly, he knew her face was down by his groin, for he could feel the hot air from her breath blowing close against it. He gave a little groan of pleasure as he felt her stroke his hardness first with one hand and then between both of them at the same time. He groaned and thrust his loins forward involuntarily, as the warm moistness of her wetly open lips closed over the throbbing sensitive lust-swollen head of his penis.
"Aaaaahhhhh!" he sighed, reaching down and tangling his hands tightly in her hair to guide the rhythm of her bobbing head below. He took his eyes from the silent screen to watch her contorted face. It made the sensation that much more exciting when he could see the whitely glistening thickness of his long prick buried between her tightly ovalled sucking lips.
Margo looked brazenly back up at him as her tongue began a slow twirling around and around the blood-inflated head, and she was pleased to see what effect she was having on him.
Eagerly, his hips began to pump, and he looked down at his wife's face as his rigidly pulsating cock began to saw rhythmically in and out of her warm, moistly sucking mouth. The lewd sight caused his loins to tense and he jerked his penis into her face until it seemed as though he were sinking the long hard length of it all the way down her greedily working throat. Almost all of his gleaming pole of flesh seemed to disappear with each hard inward thrust he made until only a little stretch of it, white and glistening, protruded slightly from her lips.
Her tongue, with a nerve-tingling lick on the outstroke, was making the excitedly swollen head throb and jerk as though his heart itself were beating inside. He watched, hypnotized, staring at the soft red flesh of her lips being pulled grotesquely out, wetly clinging to the hard hot flesh of his cock as she sucked hungrily. Her breasts jerked and danced under her dress and, as he saw the invitingly deep cleavage, he wished he had made her strip naked.
The movie forgotten, he dropped his head heavily on the mattress and hissed, "Suck it, suck my cock," as Margo slaved below and he abruptly felt the intolerable pressure growing in his sperm-bloated balls. He knew it wouldn't be long now. His wildly jerking prick felt as if it were beyond capacity and ready to explode like the popping of a giant balloon that, when it went, would spew its insides for miles in all directions. He shoved his loins hard up against the young mother's contorted face, hearing her protesting mumble that went unheeded in his quest for the final end of this wonderful torture that was building - building - building until all at once he felt the white hot stream begin deep in his balls and race up the full jerking length of his cock. He gasped and his lips were tightly bared back over his teeth as though he had been tortured by fire.
His massively heated penis began a sudden wild, staccato jerking that flooded without warning into Margo's wildly sucking young mouth with jolt after jolt of white-hot sperm, bloating her cheeks outward with each bullet-like spurt until she swallowed to keep from choking, all the while mewling and crooning hungrily at his thrusting loins.
"Don't stop, keep sucking, keep suckinnnnnngggg!" he managed to gasp as his hands tangled tighter in her hair, convulsively ramming his cock farther and farther down her laboring throat. She went on sucking wildly as he continued shooting his load deep, deep into her voracious mouth.
With one last earth-shattering groan, he emptied the last of his super-heated sperm into her lips, but Margo went on nibbling gently, sucking every last drop from the wildly jerking cock.
Gradually, the satiated penis deflated in her mouth. Jeff threw his arms out to the side in exhaustion, a great sigh of relief escaping from his lips. The young mother lay for awhile with her head on his thigh, still nibbling gently at the limp, exhausted penis in front of her, and then she crawled up his length and kissed him, digging her hot, quivering tongue deep into his mouth. "What's happening with the movie?" she asked teasingly.
He groaned aloud. "Honey, you're better than any X-rated movie I ever saw."
The tip of one finger brushed back and forth over the bridge of his nose. "And I suppose you see all the X-rated films, don't you? Come on, confess."
He laughed and took her in his arms. "Mmmmmm. That made me sleepy."
She patted his head, forcing herself to hide her bitter disappointment. "Take a nap. I'll wake you when it's time to go."
And that had been the only time they had had sex since they started vacation. Margo really didn't mind sucking Jeffs cock, in fact, she loved it, but it always left her horny. And frustrated! She had watched the movie with her passion aroused, while Jeff slept next to her.
But if Margo was frustrated from lack of sex, Anne was suffering the exact opposite. Her roommate at the private girls, school, had gotten a copy of the unexpurgated Marquis de Sade. Anne had read the forbidden book one night and was fascinated much the same way one is fascinated in watching a snake devour a rat. When she had finished the book, she found herself strangely aroused and revolted. Surely no one ever lived that way, surely no one could!
Yet now Anne found herself living in a nightmare in which she was a good daughter when around her parents, and a bestial almost insatiable whore when around her twin brother. Carl's will had taken her over completely. The one thing Anne couldn't deny was that she thrilled to Carl's debasement of her. She found a strange compelling satisfaction in being sexually dominated and humiliated by her twin brother. Carl was like a mad genius, all charm and manners around his parents, a snarling, sneering, dominating sex fiend when alone. Their parents went for a walk around the lake just before sundown, and Carl forced Anne to strip naked. She stood facing him in the cabin and took all her clothes off, popping her bra-clasp behind and having her softly firm young breasts leap free and firm, like two musk-melons ripe for eating. Placing her thumbs inside her little white panties, she wiggled out of them until they fell, silently, around her bare feet. She stepped out of them and stood nakedly waiting for him to command her. Her straining breasts became hard and pointed as he tied her hands behind her, and her lovely young face winced at the pain, even as the pain was mingling with her perverted pleasure. With her hands tightly tied behind her, her large breasts jutted out all the more as she subserviently followed him through the cabin.
He tied her to a plain wooden kitchen chair then commanded her to sit on the very edge of it. At his order, she spread her legs open wide, her feet flat on the floor and watched with uncontrollable tremors of delight as his tongue licked along the smooth insides of her thighs and toward her pubic hair: toward her eagerly gaping cunt that glistened with a heated moistness. She let out a low moan of ecstasy as she felt his thick tongue wetly curl up into her hot little pussy, spreading her vaginal lips as it probed deep.
He tortured her exactly the way the girl in the picture had been so exquisitely tortured as his tongue darted in and out, and his warmly wet lips sucked at her tender cunt. Her mouth fell open deliriously and she moaned as her head lolled back and her hips began moving in tight, hungry little circles. The raped young girl moved like a belly dancer in slow-motion, undulating and grinding as the rope cruelly bit into her wrists tied securely to the chair. She felt her movements building, lubricated and lewd, until she was pumping obscenely and shamelessly shrieking in joy, building to a climax as her body jerked uncontrollably and her eyes rolled, showing all white.
It seemed as though her brother was diabolically waiting, the way he would jump on her the moment the parents left the cabin. Margo said she and Jeff were going into town to shop. Did anyone want to come along? Anne shot a glance at Carl who shook his head almost imperceptively. "I've got this book I want to finish," Anne said lamely. The camper had no sooner pulled out of the driveway before Carl was ordering her to strip, and she obeyed with a lewdly resigned smile that trembled on the border of depravity. She simply couldn't help herself as she tugged on her bra straps and stripped naked in front of him, knowing she would do anything he demanded of her. She was his, dominated by his will. And she hated it... loved it!
Again she was undressing in front of him, her weight on one leg and all the hidden suppleness of her ripe young body was seen as she stepped out of her panties, the nakedly rounded cheeks of her buttocks rising and falling. Again, he was forcing her hands behind her and roughly tying them with rope. Again, her heavily straining breasts, with little half-moons of soft flesh under them, were forced to jut out,.. and she felt her sensitive little nipples caking and becoming pointed and hard with desire.
Her brother led her to the middle of the bedroom where he forced her to kneel and she knelt, feeling a hot moistness forming immediately up between her legs. On her knees, her breasts were forced out all the more by her position. Carl opened a closet door that had a full length mirror screwed inside of it, and adjusted the door until she could see herself, naked and tied, kneeling like a captive slave in the middle of the room. He came back and stood over her. "Now to continue our lesson in oral love making," he said, unzipping his fly and taking out his thick, eagerly throbbing cock. He held it in front of her face, bouncing it in the palm of his hand as it continued to swell and grow hard, and she could see the bluish-red blood-filled head emerging from the thick foreskin.
He stood with one hand on his hip and the other hand lightly holding the massively long staff between thumb and forefinger. Slowly, he pulled the skin back so that the blunted head emerged then suddenly blossomed out. With a wicked smile of triumph on his lips, he brushed the oozing thick head back and forth over his sister's wetly parted young lips. She jerked her head to one side and immediately felt his hands tangle in her hair, forcing her head around.
"Look, we haven't got all day," he growled as he thrust his hips brutally forward; his cock, like a crude battering ram, pushed against her lips, forcing them apart before sliding along her gritted teeth. The alien taste was in her mouth -all warm and pungent - and he pulled away for a moment as she smacked her lips. The kneeling young girl had never imagined herself ever doing such a thing and had never wondered about the taste. Now, as she knelt on the floor, she decided that she liked the taste, that it delighted her! Beyond his right hip, she could see herself, and him, in the mirror. She watched, mesmerized as he slowly drew her wetly parted mouth toward his long rigidly throbbing cock. She watched her mouth open and her quivering little red tongue slide out and flick over the end of his prick where a drop of pearl- colored cum had formed.
The sight of her kneeling naked, tied, and being debased, was all the more exciting. She opened her mouth wide and her brother rammed his impatiently pulsing penis in with one mighty lunge of his hips. She choked, not having realized it was so big. Still, though, she wanted it all, and stretched her jaws wide to get the thick cock in, and she sucked with all her might, watching with a growing excitement as her cheeks hollowed and bloated alternatively in the mirror.
Anne's humiliation was complete as he held her head in his hands while his hips pumped obscenely and he fucked into her tightly compressed lips. He went wild with the effort, fucking her until they lost their balance. Anne pitched backward to the rug with a crash and saw stars . . . then gagged and choked as his massively thick cock slid down the back of her throat. Carl didn't stop except to shift his weight. Her head was banging painfully against the floor as he wildly fucked her in the mouth. The young girl was sucking with all her strength when his huge, heatedly jerking penis began shooting gobs of white-hot sperm into her mouth. She gagged and swallowed, her gluttonously working throat devouring every drop of his hot sticky cum. With a guttural sound, he slid from her, his cock wetly slipping out of her mouth, and he rolled on his back, leaving her quivering nakedly on the floor, her mouth full of his cum and her hands tied painfully behind her back.
During the days that followed, her seemingly insatiable brother was at her constantly. Anne was emotionally exhausted, and her gaze was taking on a lacklustre quality as her eyes seemed hollowed. Whenever she had time to herself to think, she found that what she was doing disgusted her. It wasn't right! It wasn't normal! Yet she loved it! Whenever he made new and even more sadistic demands on her, she found herself complying, filled at first with a revulsion that soon turned to a completely uncontrollable depraved lust. To her, he was the most exciting man in the world because he was her brother, her twin, and thus was forbidden fruit. And how delicious and erotic was this forbidden fruit between his muscular young thighs!
They met late at night, tiptoeing out onto the sundeck, and he would insanely fuck her on the boards that were still warm from the sun. She almost hoped that they would get caught, that someone other than Carl could see her depravity. They almost got caught the night Carl decided they would do a 69 on the sundeck.
He made her lie naked on her back on the warm boards with the stars and the moon above her. Her knees were bent and slightly separated. She was sure she had never looked sexier with her slender waist and her high upthrust young breasts, and the way her back arched off the boards lifting her softly fleshed buttocks enticingly off the floor. She spread her legs even more, allowing him to see the hair-fringed and pink fluted lips of her excited cunt moistly gleaming in the moonlight.
He knelt on either side of her head, facing her feet, and she looked up at his heavily dangling balls and looming cock silhouetted against the moon. He bent over her and she felt his hotly wet mouth fasten like a leech on her cunt as his body blotted out the sky. Hungrily, her hands reached up to guide her brother's massively heated cock into her mouth. They began to writhe, moving together in a pagan rhythm as old as time, itself. They undulated obscenely together with his head up between her thighs, and her hips lewdly grinding up to take all of the wetly tormenting thrust of his tongue . . . while her moist young mouth eagerly sucked on his shaft pumping slowly in and out... in and out. ..
It was the wantonly abandoned movement, the writhing, and undulating that got to her, and she forgot where they were as she orgasmed and cried out, "AAaaagggghhhhhhaaaaa! I'm cumm-iiimmngggg!" She took his penis from her mouth and cried out helplessly as she came again and again, her young body nakedly convulsing on the boards.
There was a noise inside the cabin as Margo awoke. The light went on in the bedroom, and Margo rubbed her eyes and saw Anne's bed was empty. She yawned and stretched. She had heard a sound outside, a sound coming from the sundeck. She fumbled into a robe and found a flashlight and went padding out, peering ahead with the flashlight. A cone of light picked up Carl and Anne huddling on the sundeck, soaking wet from a quick dip in the lake, the bathing suits on.
The boy gave his most charming grin. "I couldn't sleep and talked Anne into going for a moonlight swim. Man, is that water ever cold! Anne yelled."
Margo flashed the light directly into her daughter's face and saw her eyes wide and disturbed. The girl was breathing hard. "I was scared," she whispered.
Margo kept the flashlight on her. There was something wrong with Anne's expression, something wild and strange in her look. She shined the light around the sundeck to see if anyone else was there. She looked at her children again. Something was going on and, whatever it was, they didn't want her to know . . . even though it was bothering the hell out of Anne. Again, she reminded herself that there was a time for everything, and she felt that soon Anne would come to her for a heart-to-heart talk. She clicked the light off. "Get to bed and no more moonlit swims. You scared me."
They had more close calls. One afternoon alone, Carl had the family camera, a Polaroid, and demanded Anne pose nakedly for him. She did it willingly, finding an odd kind of horniness coming over her as he peeled off the pictures and showed them to her. "I'm going to keep these," he said, and she felt a dark thrill jolt through her. There was something tremendously arousing about seeing these obscene pictures of herself and knowing that he would keep them, perhaps show them to other men. This last thought sent a visible shudder of delight through her.
Carl posed her on the bed with her legs wide apart and her knees pulled up against her chest while Carl crouched and got a closeup of her pink, wetly glistening cunt. She posed kneeling on the bed, her back to the camera as she bent over and exposed her naked young buttocks to the lens. At Carl's command, she reached behind her with both hands and spread the fleshy white cheeks of her ass so he could see her anus.
She posed lying on the bed with her fully ripe breasts cupped in her hands. By forcing one breast up and bending her head forward, she found she could obscenely lick the nipple of her own breast; she did so while her brother took a picture of it, and she felt her already heatedly aroused vagina growing moist and throbbing from the bolts of intense pleasure she gave herself.
Anne posed, feeling like a common street whore as she shoved a coke bottle up her cunt while her hips writhed in undisguised lasciviousness. She ended up feeling hotter than a racing car at Indianapolis Speedway, and willingly posed, sucking his huge pelvis, while he set the camera up and tripped the shutter by remote control. The result was a picture of her voraciously sucking her brother's wetly glistening cock with an eager look of depravity on her young face.
Each time alone with Carl was like an addictive drug, a mad orgy that ended with her abject and begging for more. She knew she would be his lover for the rest of her life or until he got tired of her. She would do whatever he said. If she had known what his evil young mind had in store for her, she probably wouldn't sleep at all. He was going to humiliate and debase her beyond her wildest imaginings . . .
Chapter Four
The trouble was, Anne knew they would get caught. It was a thing she couldn't quite admit to her conscious mind, but subconsciously, she knew that one or both of them would do something to give the whole thing away. They had come close to being caught the last two afternoons in a row: once during the photographic session and just this afternoon when they were in the cabin alone together. Carl made her strip naked again and stand behind the couch that Jeff sometimes slept on. He made her bend over the back of the couch so that her legs were straight but her buttocks were exposed, framing her hair-lined tight little cunt. He was fucking her from behind, slamming his eagerly heated penis into her wetly clasping cunt so violently that her breasts jumped and shook with each brutal thrust. The look on her face was one of dazed depravity as she felt the jolting thrills shoot like powerful electrical shocks.
Then, the camper pulled up! Instantly, they were in motion, Anne with heart pounding as she nakedly ran to the bedroom and hunted frantically for her bathing suit. Jeff came through the front door whistling. He had forgotten his wallet and come back for it. He chatted with Carl for a minute. Carl had his bathing trunks on and was sitting on the couch with his legs crossed, reading a book, "Where's Anne?" Jeff asked.
Carl shrugged. "Dunno. In her room, I think."
After Jeff had left Carl continued to ravage and sexually dominate his sister, and she submitted, loving it, loving every lewd perverted moment of it.
There were times when she was alone that became close to unendurable. Her conscience and her character came to the fore, and she knew that what they were doing was insane and wrong, and she longed to confess, to get help. She coukhv't bring herself to tell her mother. In fact, the longer the relationship went on and the more involved with her brother she became, the less she wanted to talk to her mother. She tried avoiding her or at least being alone with her and talking about anything intimate. Margo was sharp and this, too, was noticed by her. To each thing there is a season ... she told herself, biding her time.
Margo noticed Anne had begun spending more and more time with Jeff Jeff was a big man and a loveable one. He was easy to be around and made few demands on the family. To Anne, he became a respite, a cove in which she could relax from her emotional storms. He was one man who wouldn't make sexual demands on her. Although her step-father, she knew him better than her real father. And Jeff, being male and vane, was pleased to have her ripe young body around him. She was a younger version of her mother, and her heart-shaped face with the devilish dimple in her chin was something he was fond of looking at. She made him his evening cocktail, bringing him an extra-dry martini in a frosted glass. He liked to hug her sensual young body and joke with her.
This, too, was noticed by Margo. Standing inside the cabin, she looked out at the sundeck and saw her husband standing with drink in hand, talking to her daughter, and a terrible thought intruded its way into her mind. She could put certain things together and come up with a nasty possibility. Jealousy, fast as a raging forest fire, swept through her soul. She looked at her daughter leaning against the rail in her brief little bikini that showed so much flesh; Anne was smiling up at Jeff and Margo instantly was jealous. Her daughter's figure was slim and lithe, her legs long and tapered, her breasts beautifully high and firm; they were fully as large as her own, Margo noted, as they bounced invitingly when Anne stood on her toes and flirted with big Jeff.
Margo's eyes narrowed. Was it possible? She wouldn't be the first woman it had happened to nor the last! Jeff was at the age that psychiatrists warned about, that age when he felt he had to prove himself, when he still had to prove that he was attractive to women. She looked at her daughter and her husband laughing and talking and felt a pang of jealousy so strong that it was actually painful. She looked at her daughter's sensually voluptuous figure with her tiny waist, and knew that her own figure wasn't that good anymore and never would be again. She was old and getting older ...
As they went into their second week of vacation, a subtle thing was happening to them as a family. Anne spent more and more time with Jeff, using him as a refuge against her brother. And Carl, sullen and handsome, was restless and bored .. . and made no bones about it! During the day, he took the camper and went off in search of friends and adventure. Anne was grateful that he left her alone, and she spent one whole day with Jeff out on the lake while Margo sat alone on the sundeck with a cigarette, dark glasses, and a bottle of gin. Usually she pretended to read a book, but really she was watching Jeff. She tried to enlist Carl in her cause, trying to get him to play tennis or do anything with her. Carl wasn't interested and said so. Instead, he wanted money from her, sarcastically saying, "And don't nickel and dime me to death."
"What do you need money for up here?"
"Movies, cokes, things."
"Well Jeff gave you five dollars at the beginning of the week. That's enough."
Carl looked at his mother barely disguising his contempt. One bad thing about her was the way she doled out money to him. In truth, he was out of grass and had gone out to meet some people his own age. He had found a contact and soon was thinking of buying a lot of marijuana and taking it back to school where he could sell it for a profit. The trouble was, he needed money to buy in bulk. He stood looking down in barely concealed anger at his mother. He couldn't think of any story to give her that would warrant his getting a lot of money. Actually, when it came to cash, like everything else, Carl was spoiled. He left the house and his mother, not listening to her pleas to play tennis. He had to think of some way to get money ... a lot of money. And, gradually, the idea grew .. . In time, Margo found herself being the odd one out. She arranged to be alone with Jeff and flirted with him, trying to get him to make love to her, but he was always too tired. Her frustration was almost showing as she thought: well, goddammit, he's getting it some place! The thought that her husband and her fifteen year old daughter were having an affair was monstrous, yet... it explained a lot. It explained Anne's moods of tragic dispair, it explained why her daughter avoided her and why her husband didn't make love to her. She poured herself a big drink and saw the two of them out on the lake in a rowboat. Jeff was sitting behind Anne, his strong arms around her, showing her how to cast a fly. Margo drank and tried to stem her jealousy.
Carl came back to apologize for the way he acted. "I just thought Anne and I could go to a movie tonight and let you and Jeff have some time to yourselves."
Margo sat up in her deck chair, smiling up at her son. He had that old sheepish charming smile of his again. She loved him. He was always so considerate and thoughtful. 'That sounds like a grand idea." She got up and put her arm around him, walking into the house, her voice intimate. "Going to see some more X-rated films, huh?"
Carl shrugged. "It's the only movie around, but I think there's a cowboy picture playing now."
Margo gave him a ten dollar bill. "Here, that ought to be enough. Have a good time. Stay late if you want."
Carl gave her a wink. "Will do, mother."
Walking back out on the sundeck, Margo sipped at her drink and looked out over the lake at her husband and daughter. She thought, an evening alone with him will tell me a lot. If he's screwing around with Anne, I think I'll castrate the son of a bitch . . . or at least see him in jail.
And so it was that the night was decided, a night that was to change all their lives. Dinner was gay and casual. Margo masked her attention and was all casualness when she announced that the children were going to a movie. She watched Anne's face and saw that fatalistic look come into her daughter's eyes and the way she looked at her brother. Nothing escaped Margo's attention and she wondered if Carl knew about Jeff and his sister. Yet, with no more evidence than she had, she couldn't bring herself to ask him. If she were wrong, she would never forget or forgive herself. Better to cut her tongue out than make such an accusation when she didn't really know. She put her arm around Jeff and kissed him on the mouth. "That means we elders will get a chance to be naughty for a change."
"I'm beat," Jeff said.
After dinner they sat on the sundeck, watching the sun set behind the softly rounded hills of the Poconos mountains. Margo and Jeff had cocktails while Anne and Carl drank cokes. The hills all around them turned a deep purple in the twilight as they watched. Bats swooped and darted. Far out on the lake, a loon called. The hills all around turned an inky black and the first evening star came out. "Well," Carl said, getting up, "time to go."
As was her custom whenever leaving, Anne dutifully kissed her mother and step-father goodbye. Margo noticed how she avoided her eyes and how she hugged Jeff and laughed at something he whispered.
Then they were gone and she was alone with her husband. "How about another drink?" he asked.
Carl drove the camper toward the village. Half way there, he slowed and turned off the road, taking a dirt road that wound up into the mountains. "Where are we going?" Anne asked, her voice apprehensive.
Carl grinned at her. It was his old cocky condescending grin. "See some friends, have a little fun."
Another turn in the road and he eased the camper into a field where it swayed and lumbered along until it was under some trees and they had a view of the lake down below. Across the lake, Anne thought she could see the lights of their cabin, and she suddenly wished she was back there. She looked at her brother with great suffering in her young eyes. He hadn't moved or said anything. He turned the engine off and doused the lights and sat, seeming to wait. She knew it was only a matter of minutes before he would start on her and already an unholy thrill of anticipation was running through her like a sudden chill.
Anne jumped, almost screaming as something hurtled across the field toward the camper, a low wild growl growing menacingly in its throat.
"Kilo!" a voice called, and the black shadow halted short of the camper and stood grovelling low in the grass and growling. Carl didn't seem alarmed at all. He sat watching as Anne made out a dog, a huge German Shepherd, in the dark. The voice that had called soon made itself visible. Anne heard a tiny bell as a man strode across the field followed by several other whispering shadows.
They came walking to the camper slowly, gradually taking shape. They were all men, actually young boys, most of them about Anne's age or younger. They crowded around the camper and stared in with wildly glowing eyes at Anne. One or two appeared to be eighteen or nineteen; the others were between fourteen and sixteen. The shadow wearing the bell commanded, "Sit Kilo, and be quiet." His voice was rich and deep, and he was much bigger and older than the others. And, as he came nearer the cab, she saw that he had long hair and a beard. A bell tingled on his belt and he leaned in the cab and said, "Hi, Carl." The, showing white teeth in a shark-like smile, he said "And your name is Anne. Sorry if Kilo scared you, he's a good watch dog, but he wouldn't hurt anyone except Narcos. People call me Scorpio, because that's my sign."
Anne looked at him and felt dread. It wasn't that she was afraid of hippies or unfamiliar with them - there were plenty of them hanging around the shops and stores near her school -it was just the evil in Scorpio's face, and the cold, emotionless look in his eye. Although she wasn't all that expert about drugs, she could tell that Scorpio was high, drugged with something bad. There was a wildness and lack of focus to his gaze. He could be quite mad! Whatever it was, Anne felt dread and turned to her brother with an imploring look. "Carl, I want to get out of here!"
"Well, now, missy, you just got here,"
Scorpio said in his rich basso-profundo, opening the cab door and seizing her by the wrist. His grip and strength were frightening, and Anne suddenly found herself being pulled from the cab. Kilo rose from the grass and bared his teeth as he growled at her. "I said down!" Scorpio bellowed, and the dog shrank back down, obviously afraid. Anne heard an insane menace in his voice and wasn't reassured when he turned to her and said, his wild eyes roving over her body, "Me and that brother of yours have some business to talk over."
"Right." Carl got out the other side and walked around. "Did you bring it?"
Scorpio drew himself up to his full size, looking down at all of them. "Sure thing." His feral gaze swept over Anne's figure again and he laughed loudly. All the other boys laughed as they crowded around. It seemed to Anne that they all stood in a group and were looking at her with a strange kind of anticipation. They seemed to be local kids, and even in the dark she could see that they had been drinking or taking drugs ... or both. She looked at her brother who merely smiled and said, "Let's all go in the camper where we can be comfortable."
Silently, Carl took Anne by the hand and led the troupe to the back of the camper and opened the door. "Carl," she whispered, unable to hide her fright, "what is this all about?"
"You'll see," he said, squeezing her hand.
The family camper was really much bigger than it appeared at first and was fully equipped. The interior had a table where four could sit and eat quite comfortably. There was a tiny two-burner stove that ran off butane gas. Shelves along the walls held books and canned goods. A small refrigerator held perishables. It slept four people, one bed being up in the peak while the other was just behind the cab and extended all the way across the far end. There was even a portable shower that could be rigged up outside. All one needed to live very comfortably was water and power lines to hook up to.
Carl unlocked the door and went in, lighting a Coleman lantern as Scorpio and the kids trooped in behind Anne. "Some camper. Man, how I'd like to have a thing like this. Hey, where's the wine?"
They crowded in, examining everything, picking things up in their hands. Anne breathed a little easier in the light of the Coleman lantern, looking at the boys. They looked like what they seemed to be in the dark; local kids who, out of boredom or adventure, had tied in with Scorpio who seemed around thirty and was even more menacing in the light than he was in the dark. He was big and powerful and his unruly beard and hair were jet black. His voice dominated the conversation as he ordered the boys around, picking a spot at the table for himself. He was an imposing and swaggering figure, and he frightened Anne for his eyes were still wild and unfocused. She could see that they were red and wet and glazed as he looked around the camper, then smiled at her with white teeth in the middle of his black beard.
A wine bottle was passed around, and the boys took drinks from it. From the way they acted, from their self-conscious movements, Anne could tell they were not used to drinking. Scorpio waved the bottle of cheap red wine away and slapped the table with the flat of his hand. "Business!" he thundered. "I got some good grass."
"How good?" Carl asked, sarcasm edging his voice. "Let's have a little so we can see for ourselves."
"Okay." Scorpio took a plastic bag from his pocket, and immediately became absorbed in rolling cigarettes in brown paper.
Anne sat on the edge of the bed, and a young boy, no more than fifteen, sat next to her, forcing her to move. He had been staring at her ever since he had seen her. Silently, he offered her the bottle of cheap red wine. Not liking his hungry expression, she shook her head and tried to yank the short hem of her dress down over her knees. Uncomfortably, she noticed all of the boys looking at her legs and breasts. Something was up, something had been agreed upon. Carl and Scorpio had obviously made a deal. Anne sat and tried to appear calm and cool as everyone watched Scorpio make the cigarettes with a surgical neatness. He handed one to Carl, saying, "Might as well get high."
Carl lighted one and inhaled deeply, passing the thing to Anne. She wrinkled her nose at the acrid smell and shook her head. A look flashed in Carl's eyes, and she obediantly took the cigarette and took a puff.
In a matter of a few minutes, the camper was full of the sickly sweet smoke as other cigarettes were lighted and passed around and back and forth. Anne didn't like the way Scorpio stared at her. He pointed a big finger at her and laughed out loud. "Hey, Carl, you know you two look alike? You know that? You know you got the same dimple in your chin that she has, only it looks better on her?"
"Yeah, I know," Carl said, bored, taking another drag.
"I got some hashish," Scorpio blurted, changing the conversation. Anne noticed that he didn't smoke any of the marijuana or drink the wine, yet his eyes seemed more glazed than before. There was no doubt in her mind that he was on something frightening and powerful.
"How much?" Carl asked.
"Plenty. How much you want? I got grams."
Carl looked cunning. "Can we try some?"
Scorpio reached in a shirt pocket and pulled out two thin cigarettes. "Better watch out, they're dynamite."
Anne was already beginning to feel the effects of the marijuana they had just smoked. Carl lighted one of the thin tubes, sucked on it and handed it to her. She took it without thinking and inhaled deeply; she could hardly feel it go down, it was so smooth. She handed the hashish to the boy next to her, hardly sure what hash was. "I don't feel a thing," she said in a voice that didn't seem to be hers. She looked at her brother and saw his eyes limpid and vague. "Do you feel anything?"
"Yeah, I feel the world," he answered. It seemed like a logical answer, and suddenly Anne thought that she felt the world, too. She had never felt the world before. How strange, she thought, as she took the wine absently and drank and passed it on. She took another drag on the hash as it was passed, and she liked the taste it left with her and the softness that seemed to come over her. Looking around, she saw that seven boys and Scorpio were all crowded into the camper. Counting herself and Carl that made . . . she put her hand to her head. How many did that make? She shook her head and accepted the hash once again. The longer she held her breath, the softer she felt, and she thought, quite calmly, that she could hold her breath all night.
She could feel the pressure of the boy's leg sitting next to her, but the thin brown hashish cigarette made it seem all right and normal. She didn't mind anything, not even Scorpio, with the delicious feeling inside of her . . . she could feel the drug causing a wonderful tingling deep inside her as she took the bottle again and drank.
The pungent sweetness of the hashish smoke hung heavy in the camper, as Carl lit and passed the second one around. It was rapidly getting hot but no one seemed to mind. Anne inhaled deeply every time the cigarette was passed to her. Everyone seemed to be talking at once, and she couldn't keep track of the conversations. She tuned in on different voices as she took the wine again. It amused her the way she could tune in the voices like she was flipping a radio dial.
"When are we going to get started?"
"Good hash."
"Super stuff."
"I'm stoned."
"You want a kilo of grass and two grams of hash for her?"
Anne blinked. The last voice belonged to Scorpio, and he was talking to Carl.
"Yeah." Carl smirked.
Scorpio's eyes seemed bloodshot and insane. They roamed the camper like he wanted to explode. Finally, they settled on Anne. A low rich laugh, almost a growl, came from his throat. Slowly, he nodded his head, never taking his eyes from her. "Okay," he said, "it's a deal."
He laughed again and Anne thought she was going mad, for his laugh seemed to degenerate into a wild animal growl. Leaning from the table, he opened the door of the camper with one long arm, and Anne saw the German Shepherd, Kilo, crouched in the doorway. It had been Kilo growling that she heard.
Once again Anne experienced a time-lapse. It seemed as if no one moved or said anything for a long time. Everyone seemed to be looking at her, and she understood now why they had looked at her so peculiarly before. Now it was all clear! She tried to make her circumstances real, but failed because she couldn't focus her thoughts. The boy on the bed next to her slipped away, and she found herself sitting alone with all of them looking at her.
She looked at her brother. Surely he wouldn't allow this? Her gaze was interrupted by a movement in the camper. The dog, Kilo, was moving toward her with his head down, his wet nose sniffing. Anne shrank back in terror as the dog growled savagely deep in his chest. "Carl!" Again, her voice didn't sound like her own.
"Better not alarm Kilo," Scorpio said, "Don't make any sudden moves."
Anne inched back on the bed, trying to get some space between herself and the advancing dog. Suddenly, effortlessly, the great German Shepherd bounded up on the bed and stood over her, again growling. Anne's eyes widened in horror, and she opened her mouth to say something - anything but couldn't make a sound. The dog, Kilo, was larger than ever, and her nerves were on the edge of a shrieking terror. The sudden silent rush had almost frightened her out of her wits.
The great dog stood over her, lowering his panting head to her wildly trembling loins. Slowly, eagerly, he sniffed the air and his tail began wagging furiously. Anne tried to crawl further back on the bed, but succeeded only in putting most of her weight on her elbows. Carl got up and patted the dog on the head, scratching his ears. "Easy boy," he mumbled, then reached for Anne's skirt and pulled the dress up high, exposing her nakedly quivering thighs and little white panties.
"No!" she said, her voice quavering.
"Yes!"
The boys were crowding eagerly around the bed, their young faces sweating, their eyes glazed as they took in her long naked legs and shapely thighs. Roughly, Carl reached for her panties and yanked them down, as Anne gasped and tried to resist. Immediately, Kilo growled and she froze. Carl stood back with a wild look in his drugged eyes as he held her panties loosely in his hands. All of them, the boys, Scorpio, Carl, were crowding around the bed now with eagerly lewd looks of anticipation on their faces.
Carl reached forward once more to bunch his sister's dress up around her waist, and she was obscenely sexual as she lay on the bed naked from the waist down. All of the boys let their greedy eyes run over her long slender legs and the small V-wedge of her sparse, softly curling pubic hair. The pinkly glistening fleshy layers of her vaginal lips could be seen as she kept her young thighs tightly pressed together.
The drugged and terrified young girl trembled and tried to form her thoughts, but found it impossible. Somehow, her helplessness and fear-combined with everyone watching her, seeing her in such a depraved situation-made her mind reel. She knew she should be afraid, and she was, yet her hashish-incapacitated mind refused to work logically or realistically. Looking up at all the rapacious faces had a wildly exciting sensual effect on her. Their young faces were contorted with an animal-like desire as they watched her and the German Shepherd.
The great dog lowered his head to her defenseless hair-lined slit and sniffed it. His tail wagged again, and he trembled eagerly as though he had found a bitch in heat.
"Spread your legs, Anne, or hell get excited and may bite." Carl's voice was breathy. The camper seemed insufferably hot, and all of the boys were sweating as they watched her slowly open her legs. She was afraid not to! Kilo pushed his cold nose down between her sleek inner thighs spreading them even further, and Anne moaned in terror as the dog rooted, his wet nose suddenly muzzling into the tightly clenched crack of her buttocks and making contact with her anus.
"Jesus, look at that!" one of the boys said.
Anne tensed and tried to keep from crying out as the dog's tongue snaked out and licked wetly up and down the crevice around it, the tip burrowing slightly into her elastic-fleshed little anal ring.
For a moment, she tried to squirm away: her actions only excited the boys, while Kilo raised his head and growled menacingly before he began greedily lapping the narrow wetly pink vaginal slit between her widespread thighs. He wetly ran his long red tongue the full length of the cuntal cleft from the tightly puckered anus, up over the fluted, pink edges of yer moistly quivering cunt, and over the glistening little clitoris atop her pubic mound. His great tongue spread through the soft hair-covered swelling like a knife through soft butter. It flicked relentlessly between her wide-spread legs, stopping sporadically to curl its way deep into her wetly cringing pussy. She jerked convulsively and spasmodically as she squirmed her hips trying to evade the giant German Shepherd lapping and sniffing at her loins. Then, after a few moments, she fell back against the mattress -all fright gone from her trembling young body.
The boys thrilled at the change that was coming over Anne on the bed. The frightened moans that had come from her terror-contorted face now began to change to soft mews of involuntary pleasure - pleasure that she didn't want and had set her mind against, but that the slithering, thick tongue so tantalizingly licking at her fevered vagina had forced her to enjoy. Anne had begun a slow almost imperceptible writhing when-raising her hands and holding them in indecision for a moment above her squirming body-she slowly dropped them to lovingly grasp the dog's ears.
A murmur ran through the boys, as the deep voice of Scorpio said, "I told you guys you were going to see something! This is going to be great!" They crowded in closer, to the edge of the bed, drunk, drugged, sweating, not wanting to miss anything.
Now Anne was feeling wild and horny. With a deep animal sound she kicked her legs back over her head and pulled Kilo's nose forward, into her well-lubricated pussy. His giant redly quivering tongue thrust up the moistly perfumed passageway like an attacking lizard, ravishing her upthrust loins without mercy. Wild incoherent sounds streamed from her tightly bared lips; pleading and encouraging the dumb animal salivating between her writhing, upturned young buttocks. Kilo worked like the savage beast that he was, the rutting lust of the wild driving him on.
All the boys were now shifting, adjusting their pants as their cocks grew erect and hard, hungrily watching the dog's tongue snaking way up into the girl's wildly quivering cunt, their excitement grew along with their young pricks as they heard her cry out with lust and saw her pump her hips obscenely up and down. The huge dog lifted his head from her warmly moistened slit and nosed her over, pushing his head under her naked, softly flushed buttocks and practically lifting her hips free of the bed. With a low moan, Anne rolled over on her stomach, her resistance gone now under the maddening tongue that had so mercilessly lapped and probed her shamelessly aroused pussy. She was enslaved by this huge beast that panted over her as her quivering body lay spread-eagled, face down on the bed. Kilo's big head lowered again, the thick tongue wetly slithering in the defenselessly exposed crevice between her buttocks.
"Strip her!" Someone in the camper said in a hoarse voice, and several boys moved to'pull her dress up over her head, while Kilo's long thick tongue continued to slather up and down her anal crevice. They pulled her dress off and fumbled with the clasp of her brassiere, finally pulling it loose. She lay completely naked on the bed, her breasts pressed into great fleshy globes beneath her.
Everyone watched with open mouths as Anne twisted her ass lasciviously toward the dog, reaching back to spread the ivory moons of flesh wide apart and give the dog full access to the tightly puckering little brown anus. The tongue lashed her for another long, seemingly interminable period, and she felt an aching fire rapidly building in her loins.
The dog was now nuzzling under Anne's lust-paralyzed crotch, pushing his massive animal head between her pelvis and the mattress. What he wanted now was obvious to everyone in the room-and a collective gasp went up as Anne obediently knelt up, elevating her wide-spread young buttocks, bending before the huge animal in abject surrender. That relentless tongue, combined with the dazing qualities of marijuana and hashish, had lashed her to servile defeat; it had crushed her resistance with its vigorous and unremitting attack on her sensitive organs, and now she would do anything to obtain relief... to extinguish the run-away fire raging in her belly.
One of the qualities of marijuana and hashish is its ability to suspend time so that any simple act can seem to go on forever. All continuity is broken up so that what has happened is often confused and forgotten. Nor can one think logically of what is going to happen next. This accounts for users who seem in a dazed, non-responsive attitude. Their attention is elsewhere and it is not easy to divert them. Thus it was with Anne who was scarcely able to remember where she was . .. who thought only of the aching void that needed to be plugged between her wide-spread thighs.
She was on all fours when Kilo mounted her rounded buttocks, paws on her back. The glistening scarlet penis slowly slipped down from its huge furry sheath; it dripped as the tapered point slipped and danced moistly hot in the crevice as the big dog trembled and jerked, trying to bury his long animal cock in the young girl's wantonly writhing body.
"Now, you're going to see some fucking like you've never seen before. He's going to fuck her like no man can." The deep rich voice of Scorpio, chanting in a drugged way, broke the heavy breathing silence that dominated the heat-laden camper.
Sobbing, Anne looked back, wildly shifting her trembling buttocks in an effort to capture the long heated shaft. Like a bitch in heat, she strove to sheath the rigid scarlet penis in her voraciously grasping pussy. The sharp tip missed, slid up to find the momentarily relaxed anus and attempted to enter. With a strangled cry, she tensed, evading the bending up-slipping prod in fright, but the huge dog returned immediately to the attack, having tasted success. Mindlessly, blindly, the thin point slid unsuccessfully beneath and scraped the entire wet length of her soft, hair-lined cunted crevice before rubbing heatedly up agains the rigid little clitoris. The hot scarlet of Kilo's jabbing penis contrasted startingly with the feverishly flushing pink of the girl's passion-inflamed cunt, as his long shaft spread the pussy lips wider.
Everyone in the room was staring hypnotized, their eyes glassy with drugs, wine, and passion, as the massive dog bucked madly behind Anne, attempting to skewer her on the still-lengthening taper of his huge dripping cock. Out of contro, Kilo growled in frustration as the young girl, in desperation, reached back and, grasping the slippery wet organ, guided the tapered point of it into her pink, wetly throbbing pussy.
Groans of disbelief rippled through the camper as the great dog jerked forward and buried his long glistening cudgel deep up into the eagerly quivering cunt. Kilo's massive cock slithered forward with a wet rush until it was sunk to the hilt, his hairy balls swinging below her wet pubic hair. A moan of deep relief came from her contorted lips as she began to move rhythmically backwards to meet the powerful thrusts of the panting dog. As the forelegs trapped her waist, she began to undulate her body and move her naked buttocks in lewd little circles, abandoning herself to the delicious, animal fucking she was receiving from behind. Her face was turned sideways toward the excited group around the bed, and they could see fully the effect Kilo's penis was having. Her face was contorted in an almost unbelievable rapture, her large tautly dangling breasts danced beneath her writhing torse moving in time to the skewering cock of the dog as it moistly slid deep into her heatedly welcoming womb; it was a relentless hot poker of glistening flesh burying itself in her grateful young belly.
Scorpio sunk slowly to the floor, his eyes wilder than ever, his breath coming lightly and quickly as he looked up at the stunning fucking his dog was giving the girl. His hands ran up and down his tensed thighs as he nodded and mumbled incoherently.
Anne seemed to be nodding with him, going completely out of her mind, as she shouted lewd encouragement to the German Shepherd through tightly clenched teeth. She was begging him to fuck her harder and faster and to spew his hot cum far up her cunt. She wanted to be filled with the animal sperm and in her drugged madness that was all that mattered. She was no longer human, but a quivering mass of sweating, lust-deranged flesh that was begging to be subjugated. She was reveling in humiliation at being screwed by this panting beast in front of the boys, and she lasciviously ground her ripely flaring buttocks back against his hairy jerking body like another animal. Tiny rivulets of moisture were building in the crevice of her insanely rotating buttocks. They glistened in the light of the camper and tiny droplets ran slowly down the insides of her trembling young thighs, soaking the mattress under her.
Suddenly there was a loud cry from Anne, who had begun twisting her head wildly from side to side. She was in the first throes of an orgasm as she screwed her firmly fleshed buttocks up greedily against the dog like a she-demon gone insane. The huge dog's tongue hung laxly from his mouth as he fucked into her suddenly milking pussy lips from behind. She screamed again, and rammed viciously back against Kilo just as the big dog jerked forward and his cock began spitting its sperm in hotly jerking spurts deep in o her wildly clasping cunt. Her ass began clenching and unclenching uncontrollably, signalling her own orgiastic upheaval deep within her quivering young belly. Thick white liquid oozed from her cunt tightly squeezing the dog's penis and thin trails of the sticky white cum ran down her sleek inner thighs. Her backside glistened, displaying matted pubic hair and inflamed pussy flesh as she pitched forward on her face, almost unconscious, when the rapidly deflating cock of the German Shepherd slipped from her mauled passageway with a sucking noise that echoed lewdly through the stunned silence of the camper. Kilo stood above the defeated figure of the drugged and betrayed young girl wagging his tail in obvious appreciation. He sniffed over her buttocks, gently nuzzled them, then, panting, dropped from the bed to the camper floor and curled up to sleep, satiated.
Chapter Five
Back at the cabin, Margo and Jeff were still out on the sundeck, drinking martinis. Overhead, the heavens were a series of slow-wheeling panoramas of stars made soft by the wondrous glowing dust of the Milky Way. It was a beautiful clear night, and an occasional breeze came across the lake to cool them. The Poconos mountains all around were soft and eternally maternal.
Margo looked at Jeff as he drained his glass and shook the ice cubes, rattling them. He smiled at her none too steadily. "How 'bout 'nother?" he asked, holding the glass out.
Margo took one glass reluctantly. She insisted on making the drinks for him, watering them down. If he were allowed to make the drinks, he'd fill the glass to the rim with straight vodka and be passed out in no time. His excessive drinking was one of the things she didn't like about her husband. He made a practice of drinking with his clients in public relations and brought the habit home with him, getting drunk almost every night, having very dry martinis before and after dinner. Margo knew it didn't help their sex life any even if conditions were normal. In the kitchen, she smiled bitterly, thinking of the two words, 'conditions' and 'normal'. What would she do if he was having an affair with Anne? How in God's name did a wife and mother handle such a thing.?
An idea occurred to her. She looked out on the sundeck and saw the long sprawling silhouette of Jeff in a deck chair idly swatting at mosquitos. Quickly, she mixed him a weak drink then hurried through the cabin to her bedroom. There she quickly stripped naked, looking at her figure in the same door-mirror so obscenely used by Carl and Anne previously.
Her stomach was still slim and taut. Her riperly full breasts had always been heavy, and they were still firmly upthrust on her torso. Her buttocks were well rounded and her thighs surprisingly firm for a thirty four year old woman. She ran her hands over her naked body, feeling a pleasant sensation as she turned this way and that looking at her figure with a critical eye. It was still one of the best bodies she had ever seen ... at least among the thirty year olds.
She moved quickly, getting her lipstick and standing close to the mirror, holding one naked breast in her hand, capturing the nipple between two fingers and watching it grow taut as she squeezed and teased it. Smiling lewdly at her reflection in the mirror, she rubbed her lipstick on the nipple, making it a bright cherry red so that it stood out in sharp contrast to the snow-white color of her breast. She painted her other nipple, then wet her fingers with her tongue and rubbed them over the erect little ends of her breasts so that they glistened in the light.
After rummaging in a drawer, she came up with a pair of sheer black hose and sat down on the edge of the bed to fit them to her long curving legs and thighs. She pulled them up tight then wedged her toes into a pair of black high-heeled shoes and stood in front of the mirror again, turning to admire the provocative way her twin nakedly exposed buttocks rose and stuck out.
Only one more thing and her lewd costume would be complete: a black garter belt! Sucking in her stomach so that her breasts rose and salaciously jutted out, the young mother clasped the garter belt in place then snapped it to the stockings. She stood with her high-heeled legs slightly apart, her hands on her hips, turning this way and that in front of the mirror. She looked tempting and damned good, and she knew it. The last time she had gotten into this costume Jeff had gotten horny right away, and the ensuing results were pleasant to remember. If he was having an affair, one way of keeping him was to be more interesting than anyone else. Seduce him and keep on seducing him.
She wet her nipples again and put on a flimsy housecoat, letting it hang free from her shoulders. Out in the kitchen she picked up his drink and looked out to see that he was still slumped in the deck chair.
She sauntered out onto the sundeck with a quivering stripper's walk, designed to provoke him immediately. She placed his drink on the railing and walked toward him in a sensuous semi-crouch, her arms opening the housecoat wide, exposing all her sensually voluptuous body and lewd nakedness. Her breasts quivered and gleamed with each step she took, as a near-full moon came out from behind a mountain and flooded the sundeck with a soft pale light. She looked at her husband through lowered eyelashes, a lewd little smile playing over her lips, her mouth open and her wet tongue quivering just inside her ovalled cavity.
She stood in front of his chair and slowly rotated her hips back andforth, then from side to side, as she held the housecoat open wide.
A long deep snore came from Jeffs dark figure, and Margo felt as if she had just been scalded by boiling hot water. She reacted by stepping back and snapping the housecoat shut. She spun on her heel and walked away, her hands making fists as she fought to control her rage. He was asleep! She had come to seduce him and the son of a bitch had the gall to be asleep! Passed out!
Her eyes narrow slits, she stalked back into the cabin and poured herself a stiff drink. No matter how long they lived, she would never forget or forgive this moment. He was yet to be aware of it, but he was going to pay for this humiliation, and pay plenty! She tossed her drink off and felt the burning vodka soak down her throat and warm her stomach. Her smile was savage as she looked out at the rising moon and vowed she would resolve the thing, perhaps even tonight. She would fix him! She would discover if her suspicions were true, and if they were, she would cut his nuts off. She stood in the kitchen, drinking, staring at the moon and making plans with a cold calculating kind of calm and strength ...
Five miles away on the other side of the lake, the rising moon illuminated the field in which the camper was parked. Inside, none of the occupants knew or cared about the moon. Scorpio had taken over after his dog, Kilo. With a towel, they had cleaned Anne's cunt of the animal cum, and she lay naked on her back on the bed, her ripely full breasts spreading out in a suggestive way. Scorpio was getting out of his clothes, his voice a growl and his look more insane than ever. He had been around a great deal, and his tastes were jaded and depraved.
"My turn now. Hell, Carl, you're getting good grass, and I've got to have my little pleasure." He chuckled deep in his chest, stripping naked and turning to the boys who were obviously his followers. "Now you're going to see something else. Watch old Scorpio bring her to life and work her out."
Anne looked up at him with dulled, half-closed eyes. His nakedly obscene body was huge and muscular and covered with thick black hair, and his massively elongated cock was already thickening, half out of its sheath and a good eight or nine inches long, almost two inches thick and swelling with each passing minute. The leering Scorpio leaned over her inert form and spread her legs so that she lay, obedient, in a spread-eagle position, her arms above her head and resting on the mattress, stretching her firm young breasts taut and tempting. His teeth tightly bared and his hotly evil eyes still wild, Scorpio kneeled between her naked, wide-wpread legs, and he stooped to begin running his lips and tongue moistly up and down the full sensual length of her body. He sucked her heaving breasts into a quivering hardness and then traced a warmly wet path down to the flat plane of her tautly jerking belly and inner thighs. Anne began to writhe under his flicking caresses like a woman possessed as the young boys and her brother expectantly crowded around the bed again.
Anne was being worked up to a fever pitch once more, and her mouth hung open wide in ecstatic rapture - her glassy lust-smoked eyes vacantly staring up into nothingness. She thought he was going to tongue-fuck her cunt just as Kilo had done . . . but he didn't!
With a wild grin he slid slowly all the way up her slippery sweat-soaked body and straddled her firm young breasts, his eagerly pulsating cock was as hard as the thick stump of a tree standing from the curly black pubic hair. Carl and the boys could see the tight bulges of her softly fleshed breasts squeeze out from under the hairy cheeks of Scorpio's buttocks as he sank down on them, pushing them flat onto her chest. His thick, massively pulsating penis stood straight out from his belly, with the rubbery, blood-flushed head only a few inches from Anne's wide-open gaping mouth. Scorpio reached one hand back behind him and, with a quick flick of his wrist, shoved his long, outstretched middle finger deep between Anne's wide-spread legs, skewering it into the moistly pink flanges of her cunt all the way up to his flat palm. She wantonly jerked as he rotated it around inside, teasing the wet sensitive walls until she was panting and gasping like a fish out of water, breathing a moan of surrender to the lascivious plundering her body was undergoing. Everyone could see her try to squirm away from the teasing torture, but Scorpio's knees were holding her shoulders and arms pinned tightly to the mattress. She was completely at his mercy. A lewd, sadistic grin lined his drug-crazed face as he reached down with his free hand and rubbed the underside of the head of his thick oozing cock in a slow teasing circle around Anne's wetly parted lips. Her tongue flicked hungrily out from between her teeth, licking at the tiny opening at the head. A thin white string of the lubricant seeping from it stretched like a cobweb across her open mouth.
She strained forward, the. cords in her neck standing out, trying to suck the teasing instrument into her mouth. Scorpio gave a crazy laugh above her and kept his jerking penis just out of reach, allowing only the tip of her tongue to lick up and down the semen-soaked ridge on the underside.
Scorpio laughed out loud. "She's a real whore," he said to all the boys. "She loves it. The more you do to her kind the better they love it. Watch."
His sadistic grin widening, he took her brutally by the hair With one hand while his other was sunk deep into her wide-split vaginal crevice. Her head up off the mattress, he thrust forward to ram his wildly pulsating cock deep into her eagerly gaping mouth. Several of the boys thought Anne would choke because of the sheer size of the fleshy staff buried between her moistly glistening lips. But she didn't! She sucked at it hungrily, as though she had waited through all eternity for this magic moment. She thrilled because Scorpio knew the real her, knew her deepest and most perverted longings, and he, like Carl, would make her submit . . . and she would do it willingly in front of all of them, for that was the most exciting debasement of all... to be humiliated in public.
Scorpio raised to his knees, and with one hand holding Anne's head up by the hair and the other hand viciously sawing in and out of her split crotch, he began cruelly buffeting her body up and down on the mattress between his legs. Anne's tightly compressed lips sucked with all their might on the huge cock fucking into her mouth. Her cheeks hollowed on the out-stroke and expanded obscenely on the in-stroke. Her eyes were glazed with a wild ecstatic film of animal lust. The unspeakable rawness of the salacious scene brought moans from the lips of the watching boys.
Scorpio grinned lewldy above her as he heatedly fucked into her young mouth and watched Anne's lust-contorted face suck and lick at his cock like a child devouring a goodie. The wantonly aroused girl had freed both of her hands and placed them behind Scorpio's swaying buttocks, she had cupped one ass cheek in each hand, and was pulling them demonically to her. Everyone could see saliva and seminal fluid , dripping from the corners of her mouth and running in tiny rivulets down her hollowing cheeks. She obviously was reveling in the cruel humiliation Scorpio was subjecting her to, and a masochistic light was shining strangely in her glazed eyes. Scorpio? It was Carl who had sold her body for dope! It was Carl who arranged and approved of it all! A further shudder of masochistic delight ran through her.
Scorpio began fucking her savagely, and the boys in the room tensed as his thick, pummeling cock disappeared into her eagerly sucking mouth as he drove with tightly clenched buttocks forward like a pile-driver, sinking far into her wet mouth until the coarse black hair of his loins brushed the tip of her daintily pert nose. His sperm-bloated balls dancing free beneath slapped in unison with his hard thrusts against her upraised chin.
It seemed as if he was about to strangle her, that he was going to fill her mouth with cum and the torrents of hot sticky fluids surging up from his balls surely would choke her.
As they all breathlessly watched, Scorpio's cock was suddenly jerked from Anne's desperately sucking lips and, holding the huge lust-swollen red head about two inches away from her surprised young face, it began spewing hot sticky cum directly into her open mouth. The thin quick spurts jetted from it like milk from a cow, filling her gaping open mouth right to the brim. Anne swallowed voraciously, trying not to lose a drop of the hot, lust-inciting fluid as her adam's-apple bobbed up and down rapidly trying to keep up with the wildly ejaculating cock spewing its lewd sperm into her face. Anne thrilled to her humiliation as Scorpio's wildly jerking penis throbbed out its last remaining spurts of heated liquid, and thin silken strings of the hot sticky cum ran down from the tip of his penis to her open wet lips--linking them in an obscene spider web of sexual connection.
With his big hairy thighs trembling in weariness, Scorpio moaned deep and fell over away from her like a big oak tree. He toppled half off the bed, his head and shoulders on the floor of the camper, his legs still on the bed. His eyelids were twitching insanely over his glazed eyes, "Far out man! I need a fix. I need to rest."
The boys looked at one another and then over at Carl, and finally back to the naked young girl who was lying in a wantonly obscene position, spread-eagled on the bed. Her lips were open in a slack, lewdly uncomprehending smile. Depravity and lust and masochism made her eyes shine strangely. She stretched her voluptuous young body in a taut animal way, and then let her stomach ripple and sway like a belly dancers as she slowly rotated her hips up so that her little pouting mound of Venus was lifted free of the mattress as she bent her knees slightly so that her softly fleshed buttocks were tight together. She used all of her remaining energy to flex her vaginal muscles and spread the pinky fluted lips of her cunt so that everyone could see the vivid red promise of her young cunt.
The camper seemed to explode in motion as the boys stripped, tearing off their clothes with an orgiastic abandon, and Anne went down under an avalanche of hot, rigidly erect young cocks. It seemed to her drugged, sex-saturated mind that she was surrounded by wildly pulsating pricks. Penises were fucking her in the cunt and mouth. Both of her hands stroked cocks simultaneously while still another penis teased at her anus and what seemed to be a thousand hands mauled her sweating body. She relaxed with rapture contorting her face; there were enough pricks to fuck her into exhaustion. They were going to fuck her all night. And she knew, beyond a doubt, that she was going to love this final humiliation.
Chapter Six
There comes a time when even the wildest of any group is sated. The scene in the camper reached alarming proportions with the boys fighting with one another for the right to ravish Anne's body in any way they could think of. And Anne obliged with a frenzied concentration for as long as she could. Gradually, of course, she grew weaker and her exhortations and efforts grew vague and less directed. Eventually, she sank to the mattress with her bones feeling like warm putty, her energy drained, and her eyelids fluttering shut.
Still they stormed over her, horny young boys full of pent-up semen and the need to fuck her. They arranged her naked young body this way and that, fucking her while she sprawled unconscious and completely oblivious before them.
Still, there came a time when all, everyone of them, had had enough. They slumped around the camper in various attitudes and postures of satisfaction and exhaustion. Anne, lying nakedly on her back on the bed, her eyes closed, slept deeply, her bruised young breasts rising and falling in a deep regular rhythm. One boy crinkled his nose and said, "Jesus, it stinks in here! Open a window or something."
Both windows and the door to the camper were opened and fresh cooling mountain air cleansed the camper of its smell of stale sweat, hashish, and cum. They filed out into the night, buttoning their shirts, looking at one another and laughing their inexperienced young laughs as they looked over their shoulders at the sensually sleeping form of Anne on the bed in the camper. She looked so tempting, sprawled there nakedly, and each of them thought of what he had done to her and what they had seen her willingly and eagerly do to others; they thought of the lewd obscenities she had urged them on to, they thought of her fucking the German Shepherd, and they felt their eagerly throbbing young cocks begin all over again to painfully swell. . . and they were forced to turn away to look at the black face of night.
Scorpio came out a different man. He was nervous and harried, and his eyes no longer looked wild . . . just in desperate need. He stood, his face ticking and jumping, his hands shaking, talking with Carl. "Tomorrow, man," he said, "tomorrow. See me tomorrow."
Carl put his hands on his hips and shook his head. "No, I want it now."
"Tomorrow," Scorpio wheedled.
"Now," Carl insisted, "A deal's a deal."
"I'm good for it," Scorpio said, his voice rising in a pleading tone. "Not tonight. Tonight I need a fix."
Carl sneered. "Big time needle freak. You're hooked! Give me my grass and hash. A deal's a deal. I earned it."
Scorpio stood hugging himself and shivering, although it was a warm night. His dog, Kilo, slunk to his side and cowered as he directed a kick at his ribs. "Okay, I'll take you there."
They walked away as a group, a strange group with the boys tailing along behind, ashamed of their leader who was inwardly so weak and dependent on hard drugs that he wanted to go home and get his needle, rather than pay Carl as they had agreed. They walked through the mountains to a cave where Scorpio hid his drugs from narcotic agents who were always hounding him.
When the deal was concluded, Carl said goodbye with contempt in his voice as Scorpio shook and begged the boys to get him down to his cabin. Carl walked back to the camper through the mountains by himself, sticking to the fields where he could see in the moonlight. He couldn't feel anything but disgust with such a person as Scorpio.
The camper was as he left it, with the bunk-light on, the doors and windows opened, and Anne, his twin sister, still nakedly lying where he had left her, sprawled on her back in a large puddle of white cum. He looked at her for a moment, at her long legs and at her cunt so beautifully formed and framed by her softly curling pubic hair and at the shadowy, inviting crevice her buttocks made just below her cunt. Her pubic mound was matted with sperm, and he was tempted to throw just one more fuck into her. It was the desperate look she got in her eyes and the way he could make her behave that got him horny and mean. His lips were tight as he bent over her and listened to her breathing. Carl knew instinctively, knew it as everyone does at sometime or the other in their lives, that there are women who enjoy being beaten and humiliated; and he already knew that there were females who reveled in their own debasement and even became lewdly obscene when driven far enough. He also knew that his sister, Anne, was one of these women! They could lead a whole lifetime of placid, boring living until the right man came along and unleashed the unholy pleasures in them.
He looked down at her naked young body and his groin ached. He could do anything he wished with her, and his sister would do it and glory in it. He had just sold her body into the biggest gang-bang he had ever seen. The amazing thing about it was the relative ease with which it had been done. Anne was more frightened and confused to begin with than anything. Once she had been aroused, though, it was simply a matter of keeping up with her wild animal undulations.
He put a sheet over his sister, deciding that enough was enough for one night. There was always tomorrow! He flicked off the bunk-light and closed the windows, and let himself out. Up in the cab, he put a large brown bag full of marijuana and hashish on the seat next to him and started the camper. His headlights stabbed out into the night as he slowly backed the camper, rocking and shaking, out of the field and onto the dirt road. He drove slowly back to the lake and the cabin, forming his plans. He stopped and pulled off the road while still out of sight of the house and went to the back of the camper and opened the door.
He stood over Anne, gently patting her hand and cheek. Her eyelids fluttered open and then were wide open. For a few seconds, she actually didn't see anything nor was she really conscious of where she was. Her expression changed as she recognized her brother crouching over her in the dark. Carl watched her face take on a deep, contorted, mask of tragedy as her conscious mind recognized where she was and remembered why she was there and what had gone on before. She turned her head away from her brother and looked far off.
"We have to go home now. It's late. You gotta get dressed."
She obeyed him automatically, dressing like a robot-doll. She was beyond response, beyond feeling, in a profound state of spiritual shock. She did things by rote and even managed a tiny smile devoid of any and all feeling. For the first time, as he looked at her, Carl lost his cool confidence. Man, he thought, she really looks wiped out!
He led his sister by the elbow up to the cab. "Come on, now, this is no time to crack up."
"I'm fine," she said in a lifeless voice.
"We stayed late at the movies."
"The . . . movies."
"Right. Come on, snap out of it. You didn't do anything you didn't want to do."
"Didn't. . . do."
"Nobody made you do anything."
"Do . .. anything." , "We went to the movies." Carl shook her as his eyes searched hers. She seemed out on her feet. How the hell was she going to make it to her bedroom. Christ, he thought, the way she is she could walk in the lake. He drove the camper and cut the ignition and doused the lights when they got near the cabin, coasting the final hundred feet. Carl braked and they sat in the cab, looking out. The cabin was dark with just a yellow night light above the door. Jeff and his mother were inside, asleep. He looked at his sister and chewed his lip She was staring straight ahead like a zombie. "Smile," he commanded.
Obediently, her lips formed a parody of a smile.
"Get out and go to your room, and be quiet, and go to bed."
She looked at him with dull unreacting eyes. "Yes."
"And don't wake Mom."
"No."
"And if you do, just go to bed."
"Yes." "
He reached across her and opened the cab door and watched as his drugged sister got slowly out and walked toward the cabin door. Her state unnerved him, and he couldn't think too clearly. He had lost his poise and was overly concerned that he should get the marijuana out of the camper and hidden somewhere. He swung out of the cab and ran to one side of the cabin. Under the cabin on a sloping side, they stored an old rowboat and some other equipment. No one ever went under there. He crawled on his hands and knees, feeling his way along. He jumped when he heard a crash overhead and the sound of feet shuffling around and voices talking. Then, someone was crying.
Had he been thinking more carefully, had he been a little less eager, he would have at least guided his sister to her bedroom door. Instead, he had foolishly let her go by herself in his eagerness to hide his drugs.
Anne had gone to the door and swung it open wide and saw only darkness in front of her. She had walked in automatically with only a vague idea of what she was doing. She marched right into a coffee table next to the couch and knocked it over with all of its contents clattering and crashing to the floor.
"Huh? Who's that?" A startled voice croaked next to her in the dark. Jeff sat up on the couch and fumbled for a lamp near his head. He clicked a beam of light on and squinted, shading his eyes to see Anne standing in front of him and staring off into space. "Who's that? That you, Anne? What time is it? What are you doing?"
He got to his feet, and Anne looked at him with her mouth vacantly open. He rubbed his eyes and groaned, grinning sheepishly. "I'm hung over. Hey, Anne, what are you doing, huh?"
Anne turned to watch him as he got to his feet. It was Jeff, big, gently Jeff, standing wrinkled and sleepy and hung over in front of her; her step father and friend, grinning apologetically, big and rumbled and nice. He was her friend and he was the only father she could ever remember or had ever known. He looked so funny and vulnerable standing in front of her. He also looked so big and protective. She was struck by the ludicrousness of meeting like this, the wild contrast of what had happened with all the eager young boys just minutes before, coupled with the way she felt about him. The normalcy and gentle commonness of the man! So simple and reliable. So grateful for the drinks she made for him! A pang, a feeling of human pain, an emotion swept through her young body and she slowly put trembling hands up to her face and started to cry. Torrents of hot guilty tears gushed from her eyes, and Anne inhaled deeply and sobbed, falling against her stepfather's big chest as she shook all over.
Jeff was taken completely by surprise. He held her in his arms and patted her, whispering, "Hey, what's the matter honey? Tell old Jeff what's wrong."
At that moment, Margo's door slowly opened and she stood in shadow, her housecoat pulled around her, and watched the two of them standing holding one another by the couch. Jeff was whispering something and her daughter, lovely Anne, was crying her heart out.
Margo watched for quite a while. She even watched as Carl came through the front door and walked slowly over to the couch. Carl and Jeff laid her on the couch, and Jeff sat by her side and stroked her hair and held her hand. None of his actions were lost from Margo's hawk-like gaze. She drew herself up and came into the room. Carl heard her and turned to see her. He spread his arms out at his sides. "Will somebody tell me what's happening?" he asked, his young face devoid of guilt.
Margo smiled. He didn't know. She looked at her husband coldly. "Yes, what is happening?"
"I dunno," Jeff said, looking up. "I was asleep, and I heard this crash and turned on the light, and there she was . .. and then she started crying."
"If that don't beat all," Carl said.
Margo looked at her son. Perhaps he did know and was trying to protect his sister. Or Jeff. Or both! She put her arm around his tense muscular shoulders and gave him a squeeze. "Where were you?"
"Just to the movies, that's all."
"I don't know what's wrong with her," Jeff said, leaning in puzzlement over the weeping young girl again.
Margo glared down at the back of her husband's head. What a fine liar he was! How easily and simply he did it! He probably learned it working in public relations. Very well, she didn't need a diagram to know what had happened. Anne had obviously been upset about the relationship for some time. Tonight, earlier, it had all come to a head. She had broked down, she had cracked! Something had happened between her and Jeff in the dark of the cabin, and that something had caused her to break down and sob. "All right," Margo said in a voice ringing with a murse's authority, "I'll take care of her."
"What are you going to do?" Jeff asked, getting to his feet.
She looked at her husband with a cold smile. In a way, she admired the way he lied. "I'm going to find out what's bothering her." She stepped in front of her daughter and leaned over until she was in the girl's line of vision. "Anne, do you hear me? Stop, stop it this instant!"
Her voice cracked like a whip, but Anne paid no attention. Before either man in the room could move, Margo stepped forward, raised her arm and slapped her daughter across the face.
Her hand spun Anne's head to one side, causing the young girl's hair to fly across her face.
The cruel slap had no effect; if anything, it seemed to intensify her sobbing. Margo's eyes narrowed and she leaned forward, looking more closely. Her daughter was, indeed, in shock. She turned to Jeff, her fists tightly clenched as she controlled her rage. "Get me some blankets. Carl, you call the doctor, his number is written on the wall right by the phone.
She sat next to her daughter and held her hand and crooned all sorts of reasurring nonsense. The men ran and soon Anne was covered with blankets, and Margo was called to the phone to consult with the doctor. It was quickly agreed that Anne should be brought down to the village clinic where the doctor would meet them.
Margo dressed with a furious kind of neatness, dressing faster than she ever had before. AH efficient thumb-snapping orders, she directed Carl and Jeff as they lifted Anne and carried her out to the camper. They put her in the very bed she had been fucking on earlier. Margo ordered the men out and closed and locked the door. She turned to her son, her hand out. "Give me the keys."
"I'll drive," Jeff said.
"You will not!" The cool hatred in her voice caused him to stop and look at his wife.
"Whatta you mean?"
"You've upset her enough!"
"Me!?" Jeff pointed at his chest and looked at his wife and stepson. "What did I do?"
Carl was quick to ask. "That's what we're wondering. What did you do, Jeff?"
Jeffs eyes were wide. "I didn't do anything! I was asleep and heard this crash and woke up .. .and there she was crying!"
Margo nodded, smiling grimly. "Okay, if that's the way you want it, okay."
"Hey, wait a minute," Jeff looked puzzled, "Don't you believe me?"
"I have to," she said, snatching the keys and walking up to the cab. She got in and looked out. "You two stay here. Well be back later on."
As she drove away, she could hear her husband reassuring Carl. "I was asleep, see, and I heard this crash ..." His voice faded away as she drove. She drove carefully concentrating on getting her daughter safely to the clinic. Her mind was working, clicking, efficiently making plans and calculating risks. She reasoned with a computer-like efficiency, suddenly knowing just what she would do and say.
She found the doctor, a white haired rural type, waiting at the clinic. He was tired and grumpy. He had treated a lot of tourists and summer vacationers who thought it was nothing to get him out of bed in the middle of the night for nothing more than a case of the sniffles or a bad case of sunburn. He climbed into the back of the camper thinking this was such a case. His expression changed when he saw Anne lying unconscious under the blankets, her face drained of any color.
His examination was quick, quiet, and thoroughly professional. He quickly prepared a shot and administered it in her arm. He turned to Margo who had been standing watching, saying nothing. "Shock and exhaustion. I'd say this young lady has been through some kind of trauma. Just what brought it on, I don't know. Have you any idea?"
Margo slowly nodded then pointed at her daughter. "Can you keep her here overnight?"
"I was just going to suggest that. There's a very good nurse here in town who I could get to sleep in for a fee."
"Money doesn't matter." "Good. Tell me what happened to your daughter, Mrs. Greer?"
Margo gave him a smile. It was one of those enigmatic womanly smiles that men puzzle over all their lives. There is no way to tell what she meant or what she knew. "It's a family problem," she said finally.
The doctor nodded, thinking she could mean almost anything by that, and she was telling him in a nice way that it was none of his business. He shrugged. He had seen a life time of patients, and he had a healthy skepticism and disrespect for the human race. He had seen too much of it in its raw suffering state not to be a little cynical. Two things he knew to be true: most people hurt themselves, and most people never told him the truth.
He had a healthy tolerance and a polite smile that he used in such situations. Together with Margo, he got an incoherent Anne into the clinic and into a bed. He called the nurse on the phone, wearily reminding himself that it was his job to cure his patients, not judge them. He watched Margo Greer go even as he was calling and thought, there goes a cold-blooded cookie off to some mission.
And he was correct! Margo was driving back to the cabin with the plan already worked out in her mind. It was there like a blueprint. She glanced at the clock on the dashboard. Five minutes after twelve. Just about the right time.
She parked the camper outside the cabin and went in, seeing Jeff sitting up on the couch with a drink in his hand and still talking to Carl who looked bored and sleepy.
"How's Anne?" Carl asked, getting to his feet and coming to his mother.
"She's all right." She hugged her son and looked over his shoulder at her husband who was half-drunk again. He shook his head and took another drink.
"Where is she?" Carl asked.
"Out in the camper" Margo lied. "She's asleep. The doctor gave her a mild sedative." She walked over to Jeff and took the drink from his hand and sipped it. It was straight vodka . . . just as she had suspected. She handed him back the drink with veiled contempt on her face. "He said she's exhausted and we're not to disturb her. Rest is what he prescribes."
Jeff looked at the floor and shook his head. "If that don't beat all. What's she so worried about?"
"I don't know," Margo lied, cold-blooded. "I think what we ought to do is get some sleep."
"Good idea," Jeff said, getting to his feet.
"You sleep out here," Margo said, her lips almost curling in contempt.
Jeff blinked. "Huh?"
"I said stay here. Sleep out here on the couch. Carl?" Margo turned her back on her husband and talked to her son, smiling at him sadly. He stood so tall and handsome, looking her right in the eye. "Would you mind sleeping on the floor in your sleeping bag? Or maybe the sundeck? I'll be in the bedroom getting rest before tomorrow. I don't want to risk waking Anne."
Carl nodded understanding, "Sure! Fine." He shot a disdainful glance at Jeff. "I'll sleep out on the sundeck."
Jeff stood and scratched his head as his wife and stepson went about doing things as if he didn't exist. Margo was frosty, pointedly ignoring him. Carl gathered up his sleeping bag and stalked out to the sundeck to sleep, and the bewildered husband was left with his mouth hanging open. "What in God's name did I do?" he asked aloud as he walked to the kitchen where he poured himself three fingers of vodka and tossed it down.
Typical male that he was, he wasn't quite sure that he hadn't, at one time or another, done or said something that disturbed Anne deeply. Women, to him, were utterly bewildering. Margo had attacked him for the damndest reasons. There had been moments when she had told him how much she loved him because he was such a nice guy. Then, after they had made love, she'd criticize him for being too nice a guy. He shook his head, he was utterly bewildered.
He splashed vodka carelessly in his glass and drank it down in a gulp. He lost his balance and lurched, the alcohol hitting his frayed nervous system seemingly all at once, and he was tired and drunk. He shook his head. He liked Anne! She was a hell of a nice kid, and he hated to see her unhappy . .. but what, in Christ's name, was she unhappy about? "Will somebody please tell me what the hell I did?" he asked dramatically. Then he burped and poured himself another generous drink and weaved his way back to the couch, burping, shrugging, talking to himself all the way.
He sat down heavily, splashing some of his drink, and looked slowly around the room. He was alone. He blinked his glazed eyes and thought: my wife won't even let me sleep with her.
Tears of self-pity came to his eyes. He blinked them back, choked down the rest of his drink and lay down on his side, his hands between his knees, and closed his eyes, wondering over and over: what did I do?
Slowly, surely, he drifted off to oblivion. . Margo, opening her door a crack, saw that he was lying oblivious to everything on his couch. She silently closed her door and tiptoed across the room, stiD fully dressed. Silently, she let herself out a window of her bedroom and moved like a shadow among other shadows, drifting across the lawn and to the camper. She opened the door and stepped inside and slowly, silently, closing it to find herself standing in pitch blackness.
Her grin was savage as she groped her way to the bed in the velvet blackness. Slowly, she stripped naked, unzipping her dress and letting it fall at her feet, stepping out of her shoes as she expertly unclasped her brassiere, and her fine proud breasts leapt free, seeming to swell bigger in their newfound freedom. Quickly, she wiggled and peeled off her panties and stood naked, bare feet on the floor, before feeling her way into bed. She slipped under a sheet and lay nakedly still, on her back, breathing quietly and listening with all her might.
She knew he would come! She didn't know how she knew, she was just sure. He would be worried and wonder what Anne had told her. He would come to find out, and reassure, or threaten. Perhaps all three!
Margo, her figure outlined by the flimsy sheet clinging to her voluptuously curved body, lay still and waited. She was going to do more than prove him a liar and lecher, she was going to shame him and rend the son of a bitch guilty and impotent for the rest of his life.
She was going to lie still when he came, she was going to pretend she was Anne, mildly sedated and fast asleep. She was going to do everything possible to lure him on, let him do what he wanted, let him go on and on until she got him to a certain point. .. and then she would laugh in his face and tell him who she really was. It was such a bold, insane, erotic plan that her body shivered, and she felt a heated surge of lewdness deep in her groin. She hadn't felt anything like that since her first husband died. He could do such things to her! He was so lewd!
Memory, combined with her circumstances, made her roll and grind her hips. She thrilled, shivering as she thought she would soon have his long, heatedly rigid cock in her hand, guiding it into her own love-starved cunt, trapping him once and for all.
Her body suddenly jumped as though she had received a sudden electric shock. There was a noise outside the trailer!
She closed her eyes, her heart pounding, and tried to control her breathing. She concentrated, telling herself over and over: Above all, lie still, let him do what he wants, let him go all the way. Then tell him.
She held her breath as the door swung slowly open. Someone slipped into the camper and closed the door quickly and quietly.
And in the silence and pitch blackness Margo lay still and listened. It was eerie, almost making her move, the way she knew, could feel, sense, know that someone was standing over her in the camper. He was probably waiting for his eyes to grow accustomed to the pitch blackness before he moved. No matter! With what little light there was, he wouldn't be able to tell her from her daughter, Anne. Her hair was thicker and longer than Anne's, it gave her a wild gypsy look, but it couldn't be seen in the darkness. Besides, he had been drinking. Her lips twitched once in the beginning of a grim smile of sweet revenge. Let the drunken slob think he was fucking Anne. Let him go until there was no turning back. Then laugh and spit in his face.
She lay waiting, knowing she had the desire and motivation to lie still all night until he made the first move.
He moved only after endless minutes ticked by. She heard him slipping quietly across the camper, feeling his way. His fingers brushed against her side and then slowly, carefully, felt the nakedly sensual contours of her body, cupping her breasts with only the cotton sheet separating fingers and flesh.
His hands located her on the bed, and she could hear his breathing as his hand found the edge of the sheet and slowly pulled it back, leaving her lying stark naked atop the bed.
Margo lay still and listened to the rustling of clothes. He was undressing right next to her. A lewdly exciting thrill coursed through her heatedly aroused loins like some kind of sweet electricity. She hadn't felt so wickedly stimulated in years!
The naked young mother gave a tiny gasp of astonishment and tried to stifle the wanton moan deep in her throat as she suddenly, unexpectedly, felt his hot wetly quivering tongue slowly tracing its way over her taut abdomen. She tensed and fought with herself. The warmly licking tongue had come as a complete surprise, and it felt so good! The shadowy figure moved it at a wicked snail's pace, pausing to stab it down into her navel, causing her to bend her knees and undulate her belly.
A hot sexuality mingled with a cold rage as she remembered he had never made love to her
like this, not like this! Her mouth fell open in obscene delight as his tongue began wiggling its way up on the curve of one fleshy breast!
A warm moistness was making her cunt a creamily churning vacuum as her lust-inflamed pussy lips swelled and puckered themselves out with a lewd desire, revealing the puffy, moistly pink slit up between her legs. Margo gritted her teeth and fought for control. She had to act as if she were still partially asleep and let him do whatever he wanted. The thought of lying motionless and letting this person do whatever he wanted was obscenely exciting to her. She would let him go on until they were at a fever pitch of lewd excitement, until he was about to orgasm, then, with an implacable sexual lust driving them, she would spit in his face and tell him who she was!
His warmly wet mouth unexpectedly closed over the nipple of her breast, and she gasped again as a rippling thrill ran through her and mingled in her loins, making her pull up her knees slightly and undulate her hips against the fury in her groin. His hot lips continued to gently suck on her erect little nipple while his teeth took sharp tantalizing bites of the sensitive flesh, and his tongue swirled around and around until her breast grew taut as a bullet.
It was difficult to pretend she was still asleep as her pleasure mounted and became more and more sensual.
Again, it took all of her will to keep from jerking under his lewd ministrations as she felt his wetly open mouth and twirling tongue leave the nipple of her breast and begin a slow, deliriously torturing journey back down over her rib cage and onto her silkenly smooth stomach. Her eyelids fluttered like trapped butterflies as she felt both his hands fondling her breasts, stirring wild desires that had long lain dormant in her.
Her mind vacillated between hedonistic pleasure and a cold-blooded resentment of her unseen lover. He had never been so sensual and aggressive in their love making as he was being now, and that was simply because he thought he had Anne! Margo almost groaned and crooked her arms in the dark, forcing herself not to reach for his hair as his tongue sank again in her navel and then continued licking slowly down her stomach. God, she thought, whatever the reason, he was good! Not since her first husband was alive and loving her had she been promised such a good time in bed!
Becoming more aroused with every passing second, the young wife had to grit her teeth to keep from moaning with sheer unadulterated pleasure as she felt his voraciously nibbling mouth in her pubic hair, his tongue wetting the sparse, softly curling fleece. She fought not to move, fought against her instinct and desire to spread her thighs and shove her hungry cunt right up into his unseen face.
She couldn't keep a wild wanton smile from her face. It had been years since she had felt so lewd and it was exciting that her unseen lover didn't know who she was, that he thought he was making love to her daughter. She actually moaned out loud, hoping he would think it a sleeping murmur as she felt his hand begin to slowly trail down over her sensually craving body. Slowly, his two hands encircled her right thigh and carefully, as if not to waken, he moved the thigh, spreading it open while his mouth still nibbled and nuzzled in her pubic hair.
Another tortured moan of animal delight escaped her lips as she felt the hotly wet tip of his tongue making slow little circles on the inside of her thigh up near her vaginal lips. She felt his hands gently take her left thigh and spread it wide, and there was a pause then she felt the fiery moistness of his talented tongue-tip licking back and forth, covering the insides of her sleekly firm thighs with saliva, always working closer and closer to her now eagerly quivering cunt.
Margo caught her breath and held it. All pretense to being asleep could be abandoned. She was lying on the bed with her legs spread, still motionless, holding her breath and waiting for the next wonderfully warm touch from her phantom lover. It simply was too good for her to resist. It wasn't a matter of wanting to stop him, it was a matter of not being able to stop him. His mouth drew away from her pubic hair, and she heard him moving, then felt him crawling between her wide-spread legs. Her body was tingling all over with every nerve alive and more responsive than it had been in years. Her heatedly twitching pussy was so moist that she almost screamed with the desire to squeeze and manipulate her vaginal muscles in order to ease the delicious feeling. Her vaginal lips, soft and pulpy, had swollen and spread to such an extent that her cunt was now gaping wide-open, a narrow moistly warm slit in the dark. Her tiny erect clitoris was exposed like a shining little coffee bean, trapped between her vaginal lips and lubricated by her excitement.
Margo caught her breath deeply and sharply as she felt his thumbs being carefully placed on the fluted, hair-covered lips of her pussy. Slowly and inexorably, the thumbs spread her wetly pulsating cunt open wide, creating an obscene sucking sound as her puckering pussy opened. Now the shamelessly aroused young mother lay completely exposed and vulnerable to whatever her unknown lover wished to do to her in the dark.
"Aaaaaaggggghhhhaaaa!!"
Margo threw back her head and let the primitive animal cry tear from her lips as she felt the wetly searing poker of his tongue slip into her defenseless little pussy with the liquid quickness and ease of mercury; with a salacious pagan instinct, the long quivering tongue probed and twirled and jabbed, inflaming her with an insane desire!
She lost control then, and her hands flew to his head and her knees bent as far as they would go and, almost double-jointed, she spread her wildly trembling legs so that her hip bones jutted up. Abruptly, she was moving like a maniacal belly dancer, madly undulating her stomach and sticking her hair-lined vaginal slit straight up to get the ravishments of his tongue.
It curled into her cunt, it wiggled, twirled, shot, and jabbed. It licked, flatly, up and down the entire wantonly shuddering length of her cunt. It jiggled maddeningly over her clitoris, teasing it into wilder jolts of joy that shook her young body. Margo's head was thrown back and was thrashing from side to side as she moaned out her delight, and her fingers curled tightly in his hair as she pumped and ground her ripely fleshed hips up and down. Her unseen lover's tongue seemed made of fire, sweet fire, that set her loins ablaze with forbidden desire.
This was the best thing she had ever had! This was better, wilder, more lewd and obscene than anything she had ever done with her first husband! It was certainly more exciting than anything she had ever done with Jeff!
Margo tensed with the sudden jolt of the truth! Her hands gripped the head in her hands, the head that was tongue-fucking and ravaging her cunt, the head with the tongue that was driving her toward gibbering obscenities! God! This wasn't Jeff!
She seemed suspended, taut, like a steel cable stretched rigidly atop the bed. It was as if she were suddenly endowed with a super-intelligence, and she saw the whole thing as a monstrous misunderstanding on her part. Margo was suspended in time, and nothing moved as she realized who it was that was so slowly and sensuously sliding his wetly quivering tongue up into her inflamed cunt. The truth was branded in her mind in blazing letters of fire.
It was Carl!
Her son!
Margo didn't move. In fact, she couldn't as the magnitude of what she was doing sank home to her. She was lying, sprawled naked and lewd, before her own son; she was offering her eagerly clasping cunt and her body to her son. She was indulging in the most forbidden of fruit of all... open and lascivious incest!
And she was wallowing in it! A deeply feminine instinct took over, a delicious sexuality that gloried in the unspeakable wantoness of what she was doing!
Her heart seemed to thump, skip, then begin beating again in a wild way as she wondered if he, Carl, was aware yet that he was tongue-fucking his own mother. Her hips seemed to take on a life of their own as she undulated, writhed, turned, twisted, pumped, and twitched as his long, moistly hot tongue flailed at her, flicking her down into a strange kind of masochistic pleasure. He was much more dominating than any man she had ever known, much more intense and dominating in his actions than Jeff. Even more ruthless and direct than her first husband, his father!
He was driving her up and up, to giddy heights from which she would eventually topple into the dark valley of a long overdue orgasm. She began to tremble uncontrollably as she felt her cumu like thick molten pleasure, begin to churn and spread throughout her wildly writhing loins. In a few minutes, it would jolt all through her body . . . and it would take over . . . and she would burn like a match in an inferno.
It was almost as if her son could read some message in her blood. With a snarl, he pulled his voracious young mouth away from her eagerly clasping cunt.
Margo fought with him, abject, pleading, as her hands tried to pull his head back to her madly pulsating vagina. "No! Please, more, more, please, Carl, darling, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop!" She murmured on, growing incoherent as she lifted her hips clear of the mattress and offered them up in the dark to her son.
With a guttural cry, he threw himself down on her. There had been a shocked pause when she had first used his name. Now he seemed obsessed with an obscene fury as he crashed on top of her so hard that she saw stars and little pinwheels of colored light danced in the jet-black camper. She felt his hard young body covering hers and felt his huge, rigidly throbbing penis like a hot iron bar pulsating against her stomach.
The two of them clung together for a split second, panting, trembling with a great lust and passion, feeling themselves clutched and torn asunder by a super-human need.
Carl's cock was in such a painfully thundering erection that he seriously felt it was going to split and render his foreskin. He never dreamed that he would someday be fucking his own mother! He had looked at her body secretly and lewdly imagined what it would be like to slip his cock in the same womb from which he had originally sprung, fifteen years ago. He had, many times, laid tentative plans for her seduction, but he never dreamed he would actually be able, to do it! Nor, in his wildest dreams, did he ever think he would feel the wild sense of power and exultation that he was at that moment feeling. He was powerful and vitally alive, and he could do anything! He was, in fact, doing something that men have pondered over ever since recorded time. Men have written the greatest literature in the world about it, scientists have tried to understand it, and Sigmund Freud became famous for discovering and giving a name to a desire that has smoldered in every man's breast.
INCEST! MOTHER LOVE!
Everyone thinks of it, few men do it. But those who do find themselves caught in this great passion and perversion, experience an elation and a sensuality which can only be compared to being engulfed, submerged, in a flow of gently warmed, perfumed lava!
Margo, too, was gripped by this great desire and, as her son readjusted his legs, putting his weight on his knees and lowering his wildly throbbing cock until it rested its lust-swollen head on her wet slit, she tightly clamped her arms and legs about his young torso with an abandon and strength that she had never known before. Her ripely mature body rippled like a snake under him as she rode her hips up and down and felt the blunted head hot and dry, slide up and down the length of her slit, getting moistly covered with her slippery excitement as it moved.
With a speed and wantonness that amazed her, she let go with her arms and slapped them to the mattress on either side of her. Her hands felt their way to her softly fleshed spread buttocks. She still had her legs tightly locked around her son's hips as her fingers found their way to either side of her heatedly quivering cunt. With her fingers rolling her moistened pussy lips back, she pulled them apart as far as they would go . . . and felt his throbbing cock's head sink in a little further and become more lubricated.
Margo squeezed with her legs that were crossed at the ankles behind his buttocks and felt his hot, massively pulsating cock sink a little bit into her vagina, stretching her cuntal walls deliciously as they twitched involuntarily welcoming his thick flesh.
Carl divined what she was trying to do, and he put his arms around her crushing her ripely firm breasts into his chest as their hungry mouths met and their tongues darted wetly back and forth.
Margo tensed her legs again, squeezing, pulling the blunted head of his long hard prick a little further into her voracious cunt, then she relaxed, letting it slide its lubricated way out again. The sensation was exciting and tense and only deepened their frustration, and intensified and teased their desire. An unspoken mutual agreement coursed through them, a lewd kind of non-verbal instinctive communication. It was as if they were saying to one another! "Let's build one another to the highest climax!"
With a cruel thrust of his hips, he thrust forward and Margo caught her breath in a strangulated cry as she felt the huge primeval flanged head of his cock plop into her inflamed cunt and stretch the sensitive moistly lubricated walls to the point where pain stabbed down into her groin. The voluptuous young mother writhed with masochistic pleasure as she felt a great shuddering desire to be humiliated by her son, to grovel at his feet in wildly abandoned lewdness.
With a cat-like cry, she twisted her body and the thick head of his lust-engorged cock slipped out of her cunt with a lewd sucking sound. Abruptly, she was wiggling out from under him, her hands tearing at his body, silently urging him to roll over on his back.
Carl did what she wanted and lay with his legs wide-spread in hedonistic anticipation at what she was going to do. He felt her hand cradle his soft hairy balls and gently caress them as the index finger of that same hand ran in exploration up and down the crevice of his young buttocks. He felt the outstretched middle finger slip between his ass cheeks and probe for his tightly puckered anus. The youth spread his legs a little wider and felt the tip of her finger sink partially into' the elastic anal ring as her other hand took his rampant cock and held it straight up. With the index finger and thumb of that hand, she began tenderly to stroke his sheath, pulling and rolling the skin further back with each gently stroke.
Carl felt with his hands in the blackness and touched the switch for the bunk-light that would flood the bed with a soft, dimly shielded light. His teeth showing in a wolf-like smile, he flicked the switch. Raising his head so that the cords in his neck stood out Carl looked down and saw his nakedly voluptuous mother crouched like a hungry animal over his cock, with her heavy breasts hanging free and quivering with her movements. Her wetly open mouth with its half-parted and glistening lips was poised right over the massively pulsating head of his cock. And, as he watched, her quivering little tongue flicked out and licked the very tip of his prick. A strangled moan of entreaty came from the boy's lips.
Without warning, he shoved upward with his hips and the lubricated head of his cock slid rapidly in her mouth. Margo immediately tasted her own cuntal excitement smeared on the tip. His erection was so thick that it stretched her mouth to the utmost, and her lips were like tight rubberbands around the glistening white shaft that was buried in her oral cavity. With a slow, deliberate action, she started bobbing her head, sucking gently, her tongue moving unpredictably and sensuously, moving with the flat of it around the head then just the tip flicking back and forth. He had tongue-fucked her and gotten her hotter than she had even been before in her life, and now she was going to return the favor. They would urge each other on to greater obscenities and even as his mother tantalizingly sucked his cock, the young boy tried to think of what he was going to do to her next.
She becan sucking with all her might, her cheeks hollowing with an effort as the shaft of his cock glistened wetly in her mouth. He felt the lust-drive of his cum building to the breaking point in his sperm-bloated balls and began to lewdly pump his hips, fucking her wildly in the mouth while his hands cruelly held her head in place. During it all, Margo continued to saw her finger in and out of his tightly clasping anus.
He felt he was too hot to cum and tore his penis away from her gluttonous mouth with an anguished growl, his balls aching. Instantly, his mother was on him like a cat, straddling his muscular young torse with her firm thighs. She reached down between his legs and seized his heatedly throbbing cock in her hand, holding it in place while she sank-with a long shuddering sigh-down over the huge rod, taking it up all the way into her hotly palpitating cunt. Freeing her hands, she began to pump up and down on the stump-like glistening cock. She looked wantonly down at her son sprawled under her and teasingly cupped her large breasts in her hands offering them to him. She took them away when his hands snaked up and attempted to massage their fleshy fullness. Abruptly, she began lewdly pumping up and down on his long hard shaft, her breasts jumping and shaking, her torso writhing and twisting above him in a salacious dance of fulfillment.
There was nothing left but orgasm, and they urged and drove each other on. Still, though, the act was not yet concluded; they had to find some expression of their carnality and sensuality. Somehow, they had to find a means of showing the way they felt in their sex-aroused, wantonly excited minds.
With a cruel calculating growl, Carl seized his mother by the arms and yanked her down on him and then flung her to one side. She gave a strangled little cry as she realized she was going to pitch off the bed and fall headlong onto the floor. She crashed down with Carl's panting, sweating body again toppling on top of hers.
Nothing could stop them now. Both were wild-eyed and their lips were drawn back in .an animal grimace. Carl pulled his mother up to her knees. She obeyed, dazed, panting heavily, eager to do anything the boy wished. He put one hand to the back of her head and pushed her forward. Without a word being said, she knew what he wanted. Kneeling, she leaned forward until she was on the floor on all fours. She spread her excitedly quivering thighs as wide apart as she could, then reached behind herself, her hands sliding over the smooth flesh of her buttocks. Her fingertips forced their way. between the gleaming mounds, and she slowly spread her ass cheeks until the little brown star of her anus was exposed and vulnerable.
Carl kneeled, bent his head and began to flick the wetly quivering tip of his tongue back and forth over the crinkled anal opening. He felt her entire body jump in sexual delirium, as she moaned deeply. Nothing was too profane or obscene to do! He seized her ripely firm hips in either hand, digging cruelly in with his fingernails in order to get some kind of grip on her slippery, sweating flesh.
His mouth and face were contorted with a wild, lewd glee. Later, he would do this same thing to his sister while his mother helped. Later, he would do all sorts of things to both of them! Later, he would have them naked on their hands and knees and jumping through mental hoops! Later, he would have pleasures most people never even dreamed of, let alone experienced! He would have them so abject and subservient that they would be catching pennies in their pussies like trained seals.
With a cruel recklessness, he thrust the huge swollen head of his cock against the tight little nether ring of her rectum.
"Agghhaaa!" His mother's voluptuous, pain-wracked body reacted under him, and her hair flailed from side to side with the agony as her face grimaced.
He hesitated for a split second, but Margo shook her head and gasped, "No! Go on, I want it, do it, don't stop!"
"Say it!" he hissed between clenched teeth as he pushed forward again.
"Do it! Aaaaggghhha!"
"Say what you want, you bitch!"
"I want it, I want it!" she cried, her body tensing and writhing under the pain as he stretched her anus to the point where she thought it would split open and she would pass out. She had made a mistake, her young son's massively throbbing penis was too big to fit in her tightly cringing rectum.
"Say it!" His voice was a brutal snarl and he thrust forward without mercy.
"AAaaaaagggghhhhaaa!" With an unholy, obscene plopping sound, his cock head sank into her rectum, and the elastic ring of her anus snapped around the shaft of his cock and squeezed to the point where it hurt him so much he was forced to bite his lips. His mother was tense below him, her beautiful back arched, her mouth open in a silent scream as pain took control of her nakedly voluptuous body. She was sure she wouldn't be able to stand it for much longer. She surely would pass out, as he slowly thrust his prick in deeper. The lubrication and wetness left by his fucking and her sucking did seem to help, however.
The sweat was dripping from her body now, as the youth shifted his knees and rocked closer to get a new grip with his hands. He began a slow, relentless rhythm of sawing in and out of her painfully tight rectum, always sinking a little further with each new thrust; his mother cried and groaned beneath him, and her breasts shook with each brutal stroke. Margo ground her teeth together and fought the desire to ask him to withdraw from her tortured anus. She felt her strength ebbing and she was seeing red in the dim light of the camper. God, would it never end-would he ever get all of his thick hot cock hammered into her backside.
It was so tight a fit that the rectal skin was pulled and rolled out, clinging to the prick as if it couldn't stand to let go. Each time he sunk the shaft back home, always a little deeper, the brownish flesh rolled in, and she groaned under him a little more.
The young mother's legs and arms began trembling as he slowly increased the rhythm and depth of his strokes, finding a cruel, wildly exciting pleasure in so humiliating his mother. He began to fuck her harder and deeper, driving his massively thick penis home like a battering ram. Even he was surprised when his mother's cries of pain and anguish gradually began to change to mewlings and cries of primitive pleasure, as the pain mixed deep in her groin with her incestuous desire. Suddenly, with all the violence of a gasoline vapor explosion, she felt an even bigger excitement mount in her loins. Margo began to arch her back until it hurt, lewdly rotating her softly fleshed buttocks, allowing him a better path into the heated depths of her rectum. She began grinding her ass like a bitch dog in heat, and her sensually aroused body writhed and undulated in complete abandonment.
Sensing that they were swirling upward to still another state of pleasure, Carl fucked with all his might. He leaned over his mother, one arm crooked around her incredibly slim waist for purchase, when he was seized with another obscene idea. His hand slid down her wet stomach and into her matter pubic hair. His fingers began massaging her tiny clitoris and he heard his mother's wild cry of lewd joy underneath him as he worked her clitoris around like a ball bearing in a bowl of warm oil. His fingers crept lower, to her gaping moist cunt.
"Oh God!" she cried, "Fuck me, fuck me, suck me, do everything to me, darling!"
Margo thrashed her head insanely back and forth as her supple body bucked and writhed and as she thrust her gleaming white buttocks up in a brazen, obscene manner, his middle finger thrust without hesitation deep into her wetly clasping pussy - so deep that the flat of his palm was against her cunt. He began sawing in and out of her pussy with the finger, feeling her hot slipperiness of desire. He could even feel his cock, separated by only a thin wall of highly sensitized flesh, hammering in and out of her velvety rectum.
Margo was beginning to lose her strength and balance under him, but he continued to viciously fuck her until she collapsed on the floor, her head and breasts on the carpet while her buttocks remained defenselessly elevated. He fucked in and out of her cringing anal channel in a regular rhythm that matched his finger sawing in and out of her hotly moistened cunt.
"Fuck me!" she said, her voice hoarse and muffled under him, "Fuck me in the ass, fuck me in the cunt, fuck me in the mouth, fuck me all the time!"
Spurred on by her obscene words and wishes, he began fucking with even more of a cruel abandon. He rammed her across the floor until her head was under a chair and banging against a wall. Still, with her body bucking under the savage impact of each thrust, she wantonly writhed and pumped her buttocks back and forth and plead for more. His finger flew in and put of her cunt and, then suddenly, he felt his mother tensing, bracing against the wild flooding rush of her orgasm.
Her mouth was wide open and her eyes rolling white in her head as Margo came; her body jerked, tensed, and lifted both herself and her son off the floor with superhuman strength that quickly subsided in groaning spasms of quivering flesh as she came again and again. Finally, she found her voice and cried out.
"AAAAGGGGGHHHHAAAAA!!!"
It was a sound that shattered the night and must have awakened the whole lake, but neither of them cared, or paid attention. Carl flailed his head back and forth as he fucked with all his might and then he, too, was cumming .. .
His sperm raced mightily out of his balls and shot, searing, along the entire length of his cock before exploding out in sticky, hot spurts, filling her rectum to the overflowing and lubricating his convulsive strokes. He plunged in again and again to the hilt, his head lolling around, his eyes sightless, his mouth slack and hanging open, as he roared and continued to cum in his mother's tightly milking rectum ... as Margo lay helplessly beneath him in the throes of her own continuing orgasm.
He pumped back and forth without thinking, without being able to control himself. He came into his mother so hard and so much and for so long that every nerve in his body throbbed with a thrilling pain.
Beneath him, Margo felt she was going to faint from the internal pleasure, and she suddenly realized she was experiencing complete fulfillment and gratification in pain. She was, in short, feeling a supreme ecstasy.
Carl's hand slipped from her passion-drenched cunt and fell to the floor with a thump. His rapidly deflating cock oozed out of her anus, shiny with cum. He sagged next to her on the floor with a great sigh, and the two of them lay next to each other, panting for breath.
After several moments, Margo raised her head. "Do you think anyone heard us?" she whispered.
Carl, with his eyes closed, shook his head. "Naw! There's only Jeff, and he's drunk and asleep. Besides, if anyone heard, they'd be here by now."
Margo laughed at her son's insolent indifference. It was so like him. "Tell me, did you know who it was in here when you came in?"
His eyes still closed, he shook his head.
"You terrible boy!" she said, slapping him lightly, "How could you do such a thing to your sister?"
He laughed, his laugh very masculine and hard. "I didn't. I did it to you, momma."
She gave him another slap and laughed at his audacity. "But you have been having an affair with Anne?"
Carl nodded agreement.
"And I thought it was Jeff! Oh, God! What are we going to do about Jeff?"
"Don't worry about him."
"But what can we do?"
"Not now, later."
Margo gazed in the dim light of the camper at her son's naked young body stretched out next to hers on the camper floor and at his soft penis between his legs. Desire stirred once again deep in her womb. "Am I as good as Anne?" she asked plaintively.
Again, he laughed. "You're okay! I like to tie Anne up, though."
"What?" The thought brought all kinds of possibilities to her mind and, despite her fatigue, she felt a smoky lewdness swirling like an incipient cyclone in her groin.
She watched as Carl reached up with his hand groping on the little camper table that was folded down from the wall. That sardonic grin of his twisted across his mouth as he pulled down a length of clothesline and dangled it in front of his mother's face.
With a sudden hot throbbing in her groin that made her moist vagina begin quivering in anticipation again, Margo Greer slowly put her hands behind her and crossed them at the wrist. She had a dissolute smile etched on her face as she leaned to one side so that her son could tie her. In her mind ran the words she had learned to live by: to each thing there is a season.
When she turned to look up at the young boy, her face was almost radiant as she struggled futilely against her bonds. "And after you tied your poor sister, just what did you do then . . . you naughty boy?" Her husky voice was a whispering plea ...
Chapter Seven
To each thing there is a season. And to the Greer family, it was the season for talk, for confession and understanding. The day started late with Carl, Margo, and Jeff all sleeping late. For Carl and Margo, it was the sleep of exhaustion, and they awoke refreshed and looked at the day as new people. Without ever saying so, both of them knew that their lives had changed forever. No matter what they did or thought or said, they would never, ever, again be the same. In a sense, there was no turning back, no pretending that the night before had never happened. Rather, they sought each other out on the sundeck and talked in low tones that Jeff couldn't overhear.
Jeff slept late for a different reason; he was badly hung-over and generally feeling sorry for himself. The morning did nothing to assuage his fears. For some reason he couldn't understand, he was being blamed for Anne's nervous state and crying spell. Christ, he hadn't done anything! He sat in the kitchen, watching his wife and step-son out on the sundeck, talking so earnestly. What, in God's name were they talking about, he wondered, and what the hell had he done to be treated like such an outsider? They came into the kitchen and remained silent as Margo made breakfast. He sat, sleepy, with bloodshot eyes, and drank black coffee, and tried not to watch Carl wolf down a big breakfast of eggs, home fries, toast, jam, coffee and a side order of hot cakes. The kid ate like he was starving. Jeff regarded both of the twins as his own. He was ready to admit that he was more partial to Anne than Carl, but, Anne was more out-going, softer and nicer. Carl had a way of looking at him with that damned grin and that wild look in his eyes. Carl was an opinionated kid who sometimes was too big for his britches. And Margo had always spoiled the hell out of him! Jeff drank his coffee and got up. There she was, fixing him that big breakfast, patting his shoulder, filling his coffee cup, putting her hand on the back of his neck and asking him if everything was all right . .. and she didn't even offer to fix anything for him. In fact, she barely looked at him.
"Well," he said, clearing his throat and trying to sound jovial, "What are we going to do today?"
Margo looked at him coolly, her eyebrows raised. "Carl and I are driving down to the clinic to see how Anne is?"
"The clinic?" It was the first he had heard about Anne's hospitalization. He had thought the girl slept in the camper. He could say no more. His hangover was pounding away at his temples and churning in his stomach, and they obviously had just excluded him out. Very well, if that's the way they wanted it. To hell with them. He turned on his heel and walked out to the sundeck.
They left, driving off without a word. He tossed a cigarette into the lake, swore, and decided he would go fishing. He went into the kitchen with the stillness of the cabin around him. He poured himself a straight vodka, a little of the hair-of-the-dog, fetched a six-pack of beer out of the refrigerator and took his fishing gear along the lake's edge to a little dock. He got in a rocking rowboat and carefully stowed the beer away in a cooler, then jerked the starter rope on the motor. The motor caught and the prow of the boat stood up as he sat down aft, buzzing his way across the smooth, mirror-like surface of the lake.
It was always cooler as he sped along, a fine mist from his wake sometimes blowing on his forehead and feeling pleasant to his hangover. Already, the vodka was making him feel better, and he was regretting not having brought the bottle along. He cut the motor and slowed to an easy drift. Reaching in the cooler, he got a beer and downed about half of it before putting his pole into use. He flicked the pole with his wrist, and the line plopped into the water about fifteen feet away.
Jeff lay in the bottom of the boat, finishing off the beer and settling back, getting as comfortable as possible, shading the morning sun out of his eyes. He tried not to think about his sudden troubles with Margo. Or Carl! Or Anne's problem. All three of them were acting strange. He felt the best thing to do was simply nothing at all. If he did nothing and didn't think about it, maybe it would go away. The vodka and the beer made him feel better and he closed his eyes, warmed by the sun, and let him mind drift with the boat. He wasn't worried about fish biting because he hadn't put any bait on the line. He was worried and hungover and felt the best thing he could do was get some more sleep.
Jeff was lulled to sleep by the constant, drowsy, slap of the water against the sides and the slow, circling drift of the boat. Above was a blue sky, and the sun was warm. He slept deeply and a long time, stirring in his sleep after awhile, disturbed, frowning. He was having a dream, and Anne was in it, and she was calling him from far away. He could hear her voice calling him, and he felt he should answer.
Her calls seemed so life-like that he became pretty sure he wasn't dreaming. He opened his eyes and blinked up at the blue sky and listened.
"Jeff!"
The call came from far off and was clear and high, and she drawled the name out into two big syllables. "JEEE-EFF!"
He sat up in the boat and rubbed his eyes and peered around. He hadn't been dreaming, for there, far away, was Anne, standing on the little dock and waving her arms and calling his name! The signt of her surprisingly made his heart leap and he laughed and waved to her. At least she didn't hate him! It took a couple of hasty pulls on the rope before the outboard motor caught and he turned it on full, making white water as he headed for shore.
Anne stood on the dock with one hand shading her eyes and the other on a ripely flaring hip that was flounced out, all her weight on the other leg. Her face was lit up in a bright smile of welcome. Jeff cut the motor and glided in, gently bumping the dock as Anne reached for the boat to secure it.
"Hi, how are you feeling?" he asked.
Her smile deepened. "Just fine."
His laugh was embarrassed and his face quizical as he watched her, "What the devil was wrong with you last night?"
Anne put her hands to her face and seemed shy. "Just . . . some personal problems that. . . got to be too much for me. I'm sorry, I thought you'd understand of all people."
"Oh, I do," he lied, not understanding at all. "Was it something I did?"
Anne shook her head and laughed. "No."
"Was it something I said?"
She bit her lip and shook her head.
"Well, what the devil was it?" He handed her his pole and gear box.
"I told you, just personal problems."
He hopped up on the dock and stood looking down at the young girl. "Anyway, I think that all you needed was a good rest, a good night's sleep."
She put the pole and gear box down and stood closer to him, her eyes hooded, a little smile on her face. "I guess you're right. Anyway, it's good to see you again."
Anne stepped close and put her arms around Jeff's neck and pulled his surprised face down to hers. She fervently kissed him on the mouth with her lips warm and wetly parted. He tensed as her ripe young body melted into his and as she eagerly pressed her pelvis up against him. Was it his imagination or did her knee probe between his? He was startled at the unexpected affection he was receiving. Affection? It was a little more than that, as he felt her wet lips working themselves open against his and her pelvis tilted forward to rub against his groin.
He pulled away and stepped back, giving a quick little laugh, avoiding her eyes and the look he saw there. No, he told himself, it can't be! He patted her on the arm in a paternal way. "You certainly look rested."
She wouldn't stay away from him, walking much too close, rubbing against him as they walked to the stairs. "Say, where is everybody, and what time is it?"
"About five or five thirty," she said as she insisted on going up the stairs side by side. They were narrow and her hip swayed against his as they moved. "We just got here. How long have you been out on the lake?"
"All day," he snorted, "And I'm hungry. I guess we're all tired. I slept most of the time."
"So did I."
"See? We're all tired. Margo too, I'll bet."
"Margo isn't here."
"Huh?" He stopped. "Where is she?"
"She went with Carl in the camper. She told me to tell you that they were going to have dinner in the village and might go to a movie tonight."
"Say, what the hell is going on?"
Anne looked demure and slightly surprised. "What do you mean?"
His eyes narrowed. "Is Margo mad at me? She's been talking with Carl, and the two of them are acting pretty strange."
Anne's laughter pealed across the sundeck. "Margo said you're feeling out of sorts and unappreciated. Sit down here." Playfully, she pushed him into a deck chair. "How about if I fix you something to eat, and you have a couple of drinks while you wait?"
He sat back in the deck chair, blinking and grinning, trying to keep his eyes from Anne's plunging neckline. She had quite a cleavage for a fifteen year old girl, milky-white and surprisingly full, her ripe mounds bunching and pressing out against, her thin little blouse as she leaned over him. "Sure," he said, "sounds like a good idea."
"Vodka martini, very dry, with just a twist of lemon?"
Jeff nodded and Anne straightened. He watched her flounce across the sundeck to the kitchen. Was it his imagination, or were her buttocks swaying just a little too voluptuously and wantonly? He was almost willing to bet that she didn't have anything on under that dress. Her breasts had seemed too full and free, and they had quivered in such an enticing way when she walked. He shook his head and tried to get thoughts like that out of his mind. He was grateful that at least someone in the family was talking to him, and having an evening alone with Anne really wasn't a bad idea at all.
She came to him with a drink in a frosty glass and he sipped it. It was practically all vodka with just a hint of vermouth and something else. He smacked his lips. "Say, that's different. What is it?"
"Just a touch of pernod for flavoring." She swished her hips under her enticing little dress in a way that shocked and excited him, "You know about pernod; it's supposed to be an aphrodisiac."
"Yeah! Hell, an old boozer like me, I've heard."
"You're not so old."
"I'm forty two."
"I know. You're at that age when men are so damned attractive and mature that it makes a girl want to throw up when she looks at the average guy her age."
Jeff sat, pleased and flattered, sipping an excellent drink in the late afternoon shadows and watching his voluptuous young step-daughter parade across the sundeck again. He couldn't help smiling. She was walking like a goddammed stripper. He shrugged. Why not? After all, she was almost sixteen and entitled to a life of her own. And Margo had confided in him that she thought Anne had gone all the way with a boy earlier in the year. Kids, he thought, they grow up fast these days.
He lay back in the chair and felt he had to agree with Anne; damnit, he was mature and attractive. He was right at the height of his powers! A few years from now and he would begin to slip back, get fat, lose his timing. But not yet, not now! Hell, there was many a kid he could still take if he had to. He could lose a few pounds and be right back in there.
His smile broadened as he saw Anne come back to him with a pitcher containing cold clear vodka and vermouth. She set it down next to him and sensually swayed once more back to the kitched with him watching.
Damn, she looked so good! Like her mother, only younger. He wondered just how far he should go with her. What was right? Never hurts to look, he told himself. Hell, she had the body and mind of a woman, and this was the twentieth century. Wasn't there a sex revolution going on? He had always been liberal-minded, and, besides, Anne was something special to watch move, and she obviously thought he was all right. He hoped that Margo was having a good time with Carl.
The thought of Carl and Margo made him frown. They were the only thorn in his side now. He poured himself another drink and downed it fast. Mustn't let good vodka ever get warm! He poured himself a generous drink and settled back in the chair. Anne was making her way to him again, this time with a platter of hors-d'oeuvres. She set it down at his side, next to the chair, and he saw an array of cold cuts and cheeses and little round pieces of rye bread. It was one of his favorite appetizers. He watched, enchanted, as she fixed a demi-sandwich for him. "Mother thought it would be a good idea for us to get together with each other like this," she said, without preamble.
"Somebody should have told me," he mumbled with his mouth half full.
"We saw you out on the lake, and Carl got the binoculars and saw that you were asleep... so we decided to let you sleep. That gave me some time to start preparing your favorite dinner."
He stopped drinking and eating. "What's that?"
"Duck L'orange."
His eyes grew wide. "NO!"
"Yes! Have another drink?" She held the pitcher up.
"Sure. Hey, what is this? Be-good-to-Jeff night?"
Anne looked coy. "Maybe. I want it to be a nice night, a night we can look back on after our vacation is over."
"I'll drink to that."
He downed his drink in exuberance, and Anne was right there with the pitcher, waiting to fill his glass once again. He sat and basked in the attention he was getting. He let his gaze drop from her glowing young face to her firmly upthrust breasts. Two buttons had worked themselves loose... or had been deliberately unbuttoned . . . and he could see more of her ripe young flesh. There were the twin rounded globes of warm white softness, and they moved sensually under her dress. Jeff could Clearly see where the erect little nipples pointed out against the material. He knew then, positively and beyond a doubt, that she wasn't wearing a brassiere either.
The young girl poured herself a drink and draped her figure in another deck chair. "Here's to you."
"I didn't know you drank."
"Just learning how."
"Skoal."
They sat and drank with Jeff casting his appreciative glance over her voluptuously sensual figure. Had it happened all of a sudden, or was he just now seeing it? Anne was a full-blown woman, a real stunner with a shape that was even better, if that were possible, than
Margo's. Besides, she was forbidden fruit! You just don't fool around with your wife's daughter. Blood or no blood, it didn't matter, you didn't fool around!
Still, though, it was nice sitting out on the deck, drinking, getting bombed again, while looking at her supple young body. When she sat down, she had carelessly let her skirt ride up, and he saw a goodly portion of her softly smooth inner thigh that disappeared so mysteriously up toward the hidden delicious secrets of - Jeff shook his head and tried not to think that way. "Why, she's just like a daughter to me, I can't get involved with her. Besides, she's only fifteen."
Still, it was nice the way she flattered him and sat drinking with him. It was good to know that he was still attractive and that he was appreciated. Maybe he was getting drunk, but it seemed to him that the young girl was really fascinated by him. Maybe she really was! Maybe she had told Margd and that was why his wife was mad; maybe she really found him so sexually attractive that she couldn't help herself. That would explain a lot of things! He smiled at her and had another drink. Hell, it wouldn't be the first time a younger girl feH in love with an older man. The interesting men were always older anyway, and he did have the benefit of his years to give her.
His glass was empty and she was suddenly bending over him, her soft young hand on his cheek, and he got a good look at her nakedly firm musk-melon breasts as they quivered like pudding before his eyes as she poured him still another drink. She bent forward to kiss him on the cheek and whisper hotly in his ear while he stared hungrily at her tits and saw the dark hemispheres of her nipples right in front of his face. "Now, you won't drink too much will you?" she asked, breathing heavily.
"Nope."
"Because we've got a whole evening ahead of us."
"Right." His groin gave an improper jerk. What did she mean by that?
With a deep sigh, she pulled herself away from him and said, "I'm going to change into something a little more comfortable. I'll be back in a few minutes."
Jeff drained his drink and refilled his glass. What in hell was happening here, he wondered as Anne did a slow stripper's stroll to the house, unbuttoning the front of her dress as she went. It was true that he couldn't see anything, just the imprint of her firmly fleshed young buttocks on the dress, but he knew that she was naked or nearly naked as she walked. He sat up in his chair and watched her go to the kitched; one naked shoulder was showing as she slowly stripped.
He sat back, his heart pounding, wondering what she would be wearing when she came back. If it was something provocative, something suggestive, should he pursue it? What was the right thing to do? He didn't know, he only knew that he hadn't been so horny in a long time. He grinned at himself. Nothing like something new to rekindle the interest.
The sun was beginning to set behind the Poconos mountains, bringing on an early twilight, when the young girl came back out of the house. As soon as he saw her, his heart began to thump, and his cock thickened in his pants. She came walking out slowly, a little knowing smile on her face. She came wearing high heels and sheer black stockings that seemed to set off every little curve in her long legs and firm young thighs. He was able to get a good look at them because she was wearing a little wrap-around housecoat that ended about halfway down her thighs. It was made of Japanese silk and design, with billowing sleeves. A silk belt made it snug at her tiny, wasp-like waist.
Her hair was wild and her face was made up in a wanton kind of way. He blinked, thinking it was more her attitude, her smile, that seemed so lewdly inviting. Her walk was slow and deliberate, and Jeff had never seen a woman shake and undulate so enticingly or provocatively before. Anne came to him with another pitcher of martinis, and her every movement told him that she didn't have a single undergarment on beneath that sexy little housecoat.
He downed his drink and almost choked on it, realizing that she had to have the stockings held up in some way. His cock was obscenely hardening as he thought: she had a garter belt on. He poured himself another drink from the new, ice-cold batch and said, "I've always liked to see a woman in black stockings." He was surprised at his own daring!
"Do you? I'm so glad! I mean, I was hoping you'd like them. They do look good on me, don't they?" She extended one leg straight out, looking down at it, the fold of the flimsy housecoat falling open over her loins. Her sleek inner thigh was drawn out, and Jeff splashed some of his drink when he saw that she was, indeed, wearing a garter belt. Her thigh came out, strong and lovely and terribly sensual in the black stockings. Then her ripe upper thigh was revealed, her soft flesh so white and somehow lewd in contrast to the stocking and the black snaps leading down from the garter belt. She looked at him and her expression was wicked. "I think it excites men, don't you?"
He had difficulty with his hands as they shook. "Yeah. I mean, I think so." He licked his lips. "Tell me, do they excite women, too?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, is it exciting for you to wear them?"
Anne looked thoughtful. "Yes, I'm like most girls who do it to excite the man she's interested in."
That was it, the silent bomb going off. He sat stunned, asking himself what further proof he needed. She couldn't make it any more obvious. His forty two years had taught him something. He controlled himself and stalled for time by sipping at his drink. He looked up at her. She was smiling at him in a way that was too much of an invitation.
"Yes, Jeff," she said in a soft voice, "Since we started vacation, I've found myself so sexually attracted to you that I've been about to die."
She got slowly to her feet and stood before him in the gathering twilight. Her hands went to the silk belt, and her fingers expertly untied the knot. The belt fell soundlessly to the sun deck as the flimsy housecoat sagged open in the front. Jeffs heart was pounding so that that he had to catch his breath as she stood over him like a showgirl, her feet close together with one leg slightly in front of the other and the knee of that leg bent ever so slightly. Her moistly red lips parted in a lewd smile as she opened the silk housecoat and put her hands on her hips.
Jeff found his breath coming hot and heavy through his nostrils that were flaring with passion as he took in his step-daughter's sensual young body full of soft velvet-like curves. She was voluptuous and fully formed. Her large, nakedly gleaming white breasts jutted out and were perfectly formed; he watched, he could see her nipples growing bulleted and hard. His eyes ate her up as he looked at her flat silken stomach with such delicate curves in it, at her pubic mound which protruded so temptingly, at the sparse softly curling hair which was soft and downy and seemed to accentuate the wetly glistening folds of her young pussy. Like a show-girl, her hands still on her hips, she slowly turned and lifted the hem of the housecoat so that he saw her naked twin buttocks split by their deep shadowy crevice. With her back to him, Anne slowly shifted her weight, clenching and unclenching her ass cheeks so that deep half-moons of flesh appeared, rose and fell like an inexorable tide. Her buttocks were lewdly framed by the black silk stockings and the black garter belt.
His young step-daughter turned toward him again, her eyes half-closed, her mouth slack and open as she slowly slipped the housecoat free of her shoulders. It fell soundlessly to the sundeck where it joined the belt, and then Anne stood naked before him. Worse than naked, she was wearing clothing that called attention to her nakedness in the most obscene way. Without a word being said, she turned and walked slowly back to the cabin; Jeff watched her naked buttocks rise and fall .. . rise and fall. At the door she turned and looked at him over her shoulder, revealing one heavy, beautifully molded, proud young breast. Then she was gone from sight.
Jeff sat stunned, in a trauma, his cock heatedly throbbing in his pants and fully erect, flat up against his belly. He quickly poured himself still another drink and downed it as if it were water. For once in his life, the alcohol didn't seem to have any effect on him. He got to his feet, somewhat unsteady, and looked out over the lake. He was really looking into his own soul. A woman was throwing herself at him, a young, beautiful woman! This was a once-in-a-lifetime thing, an incident he would never forget no matter how long he lived. Soon, his days of attracting women would be over. Soon, he would be old and fat.
Desire raged through him. He hadn't felt so horny since college. Drunkenly, he told himself he had to do this! He would never forgive himself if he did, but then he would never forgive himself if he didn't. Why not, he asked himself as he pounded his fists on the sundeck railing and gritted his teeth as he looked out over the darkening lake. Why not live it up just once? Why not go in there and fuck the living daylights out of his daughter? Why not go in there and give her everything she's looking for?
He whirled and lurched across the deck, determined to show her a thing or two.
Anne was ready for him. She had gone into the house, into the bedroom, and lain on the bed with one knee slightly bent. Her head was back so that her long lovely neck was exposed and her eyes were shut. She was waiting, waiting, waiting... knowing he would be coming in. She let her knee fall slightly to one side exposing her wetly glistening young vagina. She lay with her feet toward the door, and when he came through it, her eagerly quivering little cunt was there to be seen. Her pinkly full pussy lips were swollen in layers of softly perfumed flesh; flesh that was pulled ever so slightly apart, revealing the blushing fruit of her ready femaledom.
Her mother and Carl had been right! When they had taken her out of the clinic and told her what had happened, she had been appalled. But, as they argued and fought with her, she began to see that they were right: there really was no turning back. Never again could she have any kind of so-called 'normal' relations with a man. Never again would things be as they were before summer started. It was too late! There was only one thing to do, continue on until a new identity and purpose was found.
And she was in the process now of finding that new identity. It was almost as if two people had been living in her body and one of them had been dormant and hidden. Now, that other person inside her was rampant, and a wickedly exciting thrill and alien energy pounded through her body. With all reservations aside, with all morality forgotten, she could honestly say that she enjoyed what she had done to her step-father out on the sundeck. Through lewd behavior, she had found a new power to move men. By letting herself be humiliated and debased, she found thrills she never had believed existed. It was a new way of life, and proof of this was the fact that her mother and brother felt the same way. And, after all was said and done, it was too late to turn back.
With a little moan of heatedly anticipated rapture, her hand trailed down to her moistly-warm cuntal cavern, and she opened her legs wider. The tip of one outstretched finger ran up and down her wet little slit and up and over her oiled and erect clitoris, sending lewdly jolting thrills, one after the other, racing through her nerves. Slowly, her hips grinding obscenely, her stomach rippling like a belly dancer's, she put one finger in her sopping young cunt up to the second knuckle and began sawing in and out in time to her diabolically slow undulations.
Just at that moment, Jeff burst through the door, his eyes bloodshot, his face wild. He was naked except for his pants and underwear. He had come into and through the cabin tearing at his clothing, throwing it off without thinking or caring. Drunken, wild, lusting like he did when he was seventeen, he didn't even notice that the camper was parked outside the house in the gathering darkness. If he had seen it, he wouldn't have cared! All he could see was the shamelessly aroused fifteen year old Anne, completely naked, obscenely finger-fucking herself on the bed.
The young girl knew the camper was there. In fact, she knew that her mother and brother were going to watch her, and the thought sent an unholy thrill through her. Her head was still thrown back and her eyes closed when Jeff burst through the door and stood panting, looking at her as she continued to saw her finger in and out of her heatedly moistened cunt.
Slowly, as Jeff watched with his bloodshot eyes starting out of his head, Anne bent her knees as far as they would go to one side and slowly spread her legs wide, revealing all. . . her eagerly twitching young cunt and her tightly puckered little anus buried up between her softly rounded buttocks. She lay nakedly exposed and both of her hands were at her groin now, as her fingers slowly spread her moistly glistening pussy lips. Jeff saw the bright red lining of her cunt like velvet in a jewelry box.
With a guttural cry, he ripped at his pants and tore at his underwear to stand in the center of the room stark naked, his long, wildly throbbing cock rearing out obscenely like a tree stump. Anne opened her fevered eyes just a slit as her step-father crawled on the bed. She saw his penis, thickly erect and hard between his legs. It was the thickest prick she had ever seen, and she rejoiced because it was like some kind of prehistoric battering ram and it was going to hurt her before the pam became a transfixed pleasure.
For one wild second, their eyes met as he hovered over her writhing young body. Straining her muscles so that the cords inside her thighs stood out, she spread her long slender legs as far as they would go. Her voice was a hoarse whisper as she said, "Fuck me, fuck me, darling
Jeff, with all your might!"
Jeff was like an animal as he tightly gripped her; then he seemingly was trying to devour her. His mouth was all over her face and neck and shoulders. His hands mauled, pinched, and massaged her firmly large breasts while she felt his massively pulsating cock probing wildly up and down the entire wet length of her slit, trying to find the right angle and opening. Then, without warning, his heatedly throbbing cudgel sank home with an obscene wet sucking sound, and they both loudly groaned out their pleasure.
Jeff began hammering in and out of her wetly clasping pussy, and each mighty thrust caused his sperm-laden balls to slap against her upturned white buttocks. He steadily increased the pace, brutally fucking Anne down into the bed, then literally picking her hips up as he pulled his thick prick out and its great blunted head rolled her tight little vaginal lips outward as she trembled and fought to keep the rigidly warm flesh pole in her. Then he plunged it home with all his force and weight, burying the young girl under him, his pubic hair rubbing against her super-sensitive clitoris and sending ecstatic belts of pleasure to mingle with the pain of his impatient animal-like ramming.
Jeff went wild, fucking like a wild stallion, slamming his immensely thick penis home as he made incoherent sounds. Anne, too, had gone insane, her young hips rising and rotating obscenely, meeting his brutal thrusts as step-father and step-daughter clung to each other and fucked with all their wanton, lewdly abandoned might.
Outside the bedroom, looking in the window was Margo and her son, Carl. Margo watched her daughter fuck her husband with a dreamy look of hungering lust on her beautiful face. The young mother's mouth was open slightly. Carl was standing right behind her, looking over her shoulder. Both of them were splendidly naked, having come from the camper. Carl had his hands on her ripely mature breasts, reaching from behind to caress them, pinching and playing with the nipples that were growing erect and hard under his ministrations. His virile young cock was throbbingly erect and shoved between her buttocks, buried in her softly moist flesh. Periodically, she would tightly clench the cheeks of her ass in a teasing way and feel his heatedly pulsating penis give a responding jerk.
They watched Jeff fucking in his wild insane way, and Anne writhing and twisting under him; and Margo smiled as she felt her son's one hand leave her straining breast to trail down over her stomach. She put one foot up on a planter box, spreading her thighs and allowing him an easy passage to her wetly trembling cunt. His cruel fingers closed over her vagina, and she felt his hand hot as he massaged her, his fingers spreading her pussy lips as they sank into the pulpy flesh of her voracious cunt.
The boy began finger fucking his mother as they watched Jeff madly fucking the life out of Anne.
Carl's fingers picked up their rhythm, and his mother's hips began wantonly gyrating and pushing back against his penis as they watched. A low hungry moan escaped her lips as she felt her passion rising. "Jeff never fucked me that way!" she gasped.
"Don't worry," Carl whispered in her ear, "He will. He will if he doesn't kill himself and Anne too!"
EPILOGUE
It is early evening and the camper is speeding down the highway, heading back to New York City. The vacation is over, the summer drawing to a close. The camper signals, its turn-light blinking, as it slows and pulls off the highway and into one of the rest areas that are maintained by the state.
The camper parks next to some other trailers, and Jeff gets out with Margo. Somehow, he seems younger. His grin is broader and there is a swagger to his walk. Margo, too, seems younger as she gets out of the cab, the dimple in her chin deep, as she smiles and swings her hips. Her walk is flirtatious, and the men in and around the other campers pause to look at her with coveting, furtive glances. Her ripely voluptuous body is beautiful and it is easy to see she isn't wearing a brassiere by the way her breasts quiver as she jumps down from the cab . ..
Jeff was tanned and had lost some weight. He nodded to the man at the back of the nearest camper. "Howdy. Have a nice summer?"
The man couldn't take his eyes from Margo. "Oh, fair. You?"
"Just great. Best vacation we ever had."
The back door to the camper opened and Carl jumped to the ground and looked around with that sardonic grin of his. Anne framed herself in the doorway, leaning one shoulder against the doorjam while sticking one hip out. Her grin was wild and easy.
The man at the nearest camper watched all of them. They were obviously a family, a good looking family that was still young. Yet, there was something about the way they stared at one another, something, a glint, a gleam, in their eyes. It was as if they shared a wild and amusing secret, a secret that they weren't going to share with anyone outside the family.
Neither of the women wore brassieres. Although dressed casually, there was something terribly sexual and fleshy about the way they moved and looked at the men. The man in the nearest camper looked around. Other men were watching them now, standing and openly looking at the Greer family, at the Greer women in particular. They stared to the consternation and anger of their wives.
The Greers were getting into the back of their camper, disappearing from sight. The man by the nearest trailer called to Jeff who was getting in last. Say, mister ..."
Jeff, his hand on the door, turned, fine crow's feet crinkling at the corners of his eyes as he looked at the man. It was as if he knew what was bothering his neighbor. "Yes?"
"How about you and the Mrs. and the kids coming over for a beer or a drink?" He walked toward Jeff, nervously wiping his hands on his pants. "I got scotch and bourbon and vodka. I got beer and if the kids don't drink, I got sodas. My wife can whip up something to eat in no time." He licked his lips. He was desperate to see more of that luscious mother and daughter. They had to be mother and daughter, they looked so much alike. They were the hottest women he had seen in years. "How about it?" he asked, looking up, masking the hungry need in his voice.
Jeff smiled down at him with those pale, washed-out blue eyes. "I'm sorry, but no thanks. You see, like I said, this has been a great vacation for us and . . . well, we're a close-knit family, and we want to spend every possible minute together that we can." His grin widened, "We like one another." With a slow wink, he closed the door and left the man standing there.
