A Helpful Brother, by Sandra Lawson, is an exciting new novel depicting the intimate story of a doctor's family in a small eastern town. Another well-known author once wrote of morality: "What is moral and what immoral?" The question has never been answered satisfactorily, but perhaps this telling work will set the reader on the trail.
Ms. Lawson writes about the oddly appealing older brother of this family with a complete ease and naturalness that also holds true throughout each of her other startling characterizations. Lee, the young teenager involved with a rapid growth of knowledge, comes off particularly well. Authoress Lawson is both accurate and poetic in her prose, and one senses that there are hidden meanings within it just waiting for the attentive reader to search them out.
Obviously more is at stake here than the merely erotic, for in essence what we derive from this crucial work is not only a sense of oddly misplaced justice, but also an indication of just how far members of our harassed society are driven in their quest for love and simple human kindness. The final analysis still, as always, rests with you, the discerning reader. As always, we the publishers, are pleased to present this moving and socially significant work by a bright and promising talent.
-The Publishers
CHAPTER ONE
"Oh Joe, it's so good to see you again!" Mara Hennings happily hugged her dark-haired older brother to her, holding him hard and long as though this hug would compensate for the ten years during which brother and sister had not seen each other.
"And you, Mara, you look terrific. Just beautiful!" Joe was taking in the voluptuously proportioned form of his red-haired sister as he held her at arms' distance from him.
Christ! he thought, she's not wearing any brassiere under that sweater!
With a characteristic toss of her auburn tresses, Mara stepped back and began to help her brother off with his overcoat. She closed the door against the wind and brought the older man into the living room where a heavy log burned and crackled in the fireplace.
"Sit down and get comfortable, Joe," she smiled, fluffing up a thick pillow on the sofa and then scurrying to get him a drink.
Dazed by the homey, friendly atmosphere, Joe, a slightly worried-looking man of 36, propped his feet up on the sofa after shedding his shoes and tried to get comfortable. How long had it been since he'd been in a real family situation? He hesitated to guess ... some ten years or more. He hardly ever thought about it anymore, but now, being at his sister's house, the rusty memories of his former life came back to him, causing a surprising lump to rise in his throat. He hadn't thought about his wife, Gina, in quite awhile nor had he thought about their child, a girl who would be maybe fifteen or sixteen by now.
"I hope you like brandy!" Mara called from the nearby kitchen. "It gets so cold in these parts that we have to keep a good supply on hand, or at least that's what Paul says," she laughed nervously. She tended to chatter on when she wasn't exactly sure of herself. "Paul will be along shortly," she added, referring to her hard-working doctor-husband. "He had to visit a patient who lives nearby."
"It'll be good to see him again!" Joe called back, although he wasn't exactly looking forward to seeing his brother-in-law again after what had taken place between them the last time they'd met. But, of course, that had been years ago when he was still married to Gina, and all that was supposed to be water under the bridge by now. It was supposed to be!
"He's happy that you'll be staying with us for a couple of weeks, Joe. You know, families should stick together. Paul always says that."
Mara entered the living room and set a small tray on the table in front of her brother. The fire was doing nicely, hissing and sizzling and warming her back as she bent over to give the brandy and soda glasses one more stir before handing one to Joe. The lovely 32 year old housewife could feel the warmth spreading up beneath her plaid skirt, touching the backs of her long lithe legs and rising to the voluptuous curves of her buttocks where they quivered softly within the silky nylon panties she always wore. As she handed Joe his glass, brother and sister's eyes met, and Mara blushed deeply without knowing quite why. Then she laughed and sat down across from her brother.
"Wait till you see Lee!" she said, her blue eyes sparkling at the very thought of her vivacious daughter.
"Little Lee?" Joe asked.
"Well, she's not so little anymore. She's a big girl now. Almost fifteen, and that's pretty old in these modern times!"
Joe gulped down his brandy. Little Lee, fifteen years old! How could it be possible! But he remembered that his own little girl had been born even a year or so before his sister's child. Yes, that had all been quite a long time ago.
"I'm beginning to feel like an old man!" he said, trying to smile. He felt unaccountably sad, unaccountably sorry for himself although he couldn't say he'd really felt that much emotion during all the time he'd been away. Out there in California he'd been a person that no one really knew, a man without a past, without a family ... a drifter, someone's roomer, and that was about it.
Now that he was back in the real world, his world out there seemed almost worse than prison to him. But then it had been a punishment, and he had willingly gone to it, recognizing the truth of what his wife had said of him, of what everyone who knew the story had said of him.
"You're no good, Joe. No damned good!"
His wife had had no trouble getting the divorce under the circumstances. Although adultery, in the state of New York, was considered the only necessary cause for divorce, Joe and Gina Simms had not had to fake it. The evidence was clear enough; the other woman involved was Gina's own sister, who later claimed he hadforced her, raped her right there in her sister's home. But Joe knew that that wasn't true, that his erstwhile wife's sister Susan had been working him up to that moment for some months before it actually happened and they got caught at it.
"Joe? Did you hear me?"
Joe jumped, startled by his sister's voice waking him from his painful reverie. "What? Oh, I'm sorry. I just got to thinking about things, I guess." Joe sat up, trying to look more alert than he actually felt. The cross-country bus ride hadn't been the most pleasant experience, and he felt physically and mentally exhausted.
"I said, Lee will be back from her dance class any minute now. She gets a ride from one of the girl's parents. I've made a late supper so we could all have something together."
"That sounds terrific, Mara. Listen, do you mind if I wash up a bit first. I feel covered with most of the dirt between California and Wilton, New York."
"Oh, of course! How silly of me. Of course, you'll want to see your room anyway. Come on, I'll show you up."
Mara felt a little relieved as she led the way up the stairs. She would have some time to get herself together now, to put the finishing touches on the dinner without having to talk to Joe ... yet.
"Well, I can see you've kept your figure, little sister!" Joe said as they reached the top of the stairs, and Mara felt herself blushing again, realizing that her dark-haired brother had been watching her as she climbed the stairs ahead of him.
"Thanks for the compliment," she said. "An old housewife like me doesn't get that many!"
As she opened up the door to what would be her brother's room, right at the top of the stairs and to the right, the nervous sister wondered why she had lied. It wasn't true that she didn't get compliments. Just that morning at the supermarket, the manager had renewed his attempt to make a date with her as she got his okay on a grocery check. And she could always tell that she looked good by the interested second looks she got on the street or simply by the way certain women looked daggers at her. Even her husband Paul was not stinting with compliments, although Mara sometimes suspected that he said them out of habit more than anything else.
"Here it is!" she cried cheerily. "The Hennings guest room. Nothing imagine, but I think you'll be comfortable. You've got your own John too, right through that door. That's more than the rest of us have. The family bathroom is down the hall."
After making sure that her brother had towels and a washcloth and that she hadn't forgotten to put soap in his soap dish, Mara left Joe to wash up and went back downstairs to see about her dinner. As the auburn-haired housewife descended the stairs, she realized that her legs were shaky and she blamed it on the brandy. Nevertheless, she felt she wanted to finish off her glass.
She couldn't help thinking about the argument she'd had with Paul about her brother's arrival, and how she'd had to fight to have her own brother come and stay with them for a short while. Even though they'd made up afterward, and Paul had finally agreed to the visit, Mara still felt disturbed by the fact that her husband had found it so difficult to "forgive" Joe after all these years.
Mara basted the roast leg of lamb and checked on the string beans, but she was really thinking about how she'd told Paul that he had no actual reason to judge her older brother's behavior. Joe's sister-in-law's charge of rape had never been proven, nor had it ever been clear that Joe's little girl had been a witness to the entire lewd act between them. These were the things that her brother had denied to the end, although he had certainly not been able to deny what he'd been caught doing with his wife's sister!
Why her husband Paul should even care about it so much, Mara couldn't see; but she knew that Paul had always become practically violent at the very mention of Joe's name, and that the two of them had had words just before her brother's departure for California some years before.
Live and let live. Forgive and forget. Mara recited all the trite old adages as she reminded herself that her husband had finally come around. Still, she couldn't help feeling unsettled about her husband's feelings, and perhaps about her own feelings as well. But Joe was her brother, and Mara did have a special fondness for him and always had, ever since they were children.
The disturbed young wife lapsed into a silent reverie as she began to peel apples for tomorrow's applesauce. It was one of her family's favorites and they seemed to appreciate it when she made it herself.
She remembered her brother's compliment and how she had answered him so evasively, when the night before Paul had been so ... she didn't really know how to put it to herself ... different was the only word she could think of. His excitement and his words to her in the middle of the night had almost made her feel as though he were a stranger, a total stranger to her. Mara felt a little tremor of desire run through her as she thought of it now, and the apple peelings grew into a pile on the table in front of her.
She had been sound asleep, curled into herself, her warm smooth buttocks, covered by the satin nightgown she often wore, touching her husband as she lay cradled by her dreams. It had seemed like a dream when she felt his hot hands first beginning to touch her, felt Paul's fingers fumbling to touch her naked breasts, to close the thick soft nipples between thumb and forefinger, gently squeezing, rousing her from her sleep.
The hard insistent shaft of Paul's desire-stiffened penis began to nudge obscenely into the split formed by the sleeping wife's well-rounded buttocks. She awoke to the thrill of her husband's big hands roving fervently over her voluptuously soft woman's body, feeling his breath now coming hot against her ear.
"Turn over, turn over," he crooned, and bewildered and stunned by her usually predictable husband's nocturnal excitement, Mara stammered, "B-But, Paul!"
But there really wasn't anything to say. She didn't really want to refuse him, it was just that it all seemed so ... so strange!
Paul felt every fiber of his nakedly aroused body alive with desire for his sleepy wife. The details of the erotic dream he'd just had were fading rapidly away, and now he concentrated all his thinking and feeling on the smooth curves and hollows of his wife's flesh that moved beneath his exploring fingers. Slowly Paul peeled away the top of his auburn-haired wife's satin nightgown, feeling the firmly rounded softness of her breasts with their thick pointed nipples trembling beneath his fingers. The doctor's breath caught in his throat as he pulled the gown all the way down, feeling his wife offer no resistance or assistance. It was like unclothing a big doll and the passive way she was accepting his advances only excited him all the more. The fair-haired, almost blonde 34 year old knew that his wife was anything but a doll; she was real and alive and soon he would bring her to passionate life. Paul's hotly throbbing cock was rock-hard and he knew that he had to get inside her soon or he was going to cum just feeling the sleekness of her naked flesh beneath his fervently caressing hands.
Lifting himself up slightly, he peered down at the softly breathing creature in the darkness, taking in the cream-white flare of her hips, her gently sloping belly beneath which lay the inverted crown of her silken-haired pussy. The reddish-brown curls lay sparsely covering the triangular mound and Paul had an almost irresistible urge to bend and kiss them, but he was afraid of being rejected and decided against it. Better stick with what he knew Mara would like, he thought, and besides, he couldn't wait much longer anyway.
Mara opened her deep blue eyes just the tiniest bit. She was feeling little traces of excitation spreading throughout her naked body. The cool night air flowed over her exposed skin and started goose pimples rising all over her, as a tingle of desire spread slowly from the base of her quivering belly and she began to wonder what her husband was waiting for. Through her half-opened lids she could see Paul's naked body bending over her. She saw the erect staff of his angrily engorged cock up-thrusting from between his strong legs, and a shudder of longing passed through her. The young housewife trembled slightly beneath her fair-haired husband's lustful gaze and looking up at him again she saw that he was shifting to kneel in between her slightly parted legs. He seemed to be looking at her as though he'd never seen her before, and she wondered what odd thoughts were going through her doctor-husband's mind. She frequently found it difficult to communicate with him, and she thought with a pang of regret that there had rarely been much variety in their sexual life together.
A stranger! The idea was appealing to Mara, and a fantasy rapidly shaped itself in her mind and body. A stranger who hardly knew her and who wanted her, and yet who would seem familiar, close, like ... she could not say who, but desire was welling up inside her quickly as she began to think of the pleasure she would soon be feeling, the fullness of a man's lust-hardened penis far up inside her belly, making her spread her legs so that he could penetrate the depths of her willingly moistened cunt!
Yes, she wanted that, wanted to pretend to herself that Paul was not her husband of fifteen years, not the man who had English muffins and marmalade, two eggs sunny-side up and coffee every morning for breakfast, not the man who stayed out with patients until all hours of the night, or who closed himself up behind a book for days on end without making any effort to include her in his private, inner life!
No, he was someone else, someone special and forbidden, and what she was doing was wrong and she would enjoy it all the more because it was! God, if he would only take her quickly! Mara wet her lips with her tongue and moved her long shapely legs outward on the double bed, exposing the palpitating slit of her hair-lined pussy, letting the small cleft of secretly waiting cuntal flesh peek out from between the hair-fringed lips of her pussy. Secretly she wanted this man to do something different to her, something that would surprise and embarrass her, yet thrill her to the depths of her being. She wanted him to turn her into another person, a wanton creature whose words and thoughts as well as actions were obscenely indecent!
Mara tossed her head to the side and moaned slightly, "Paul, please ... I can't wait any more!" The excited young woman lifted her hand up and tugged softly at her husband's arm as if to shake him from his reverie, and then, surprising even herself, she let her hand reach up between Paul's legs to graze the thick bulge of his quivering hard cock. As Mara closed her fingers hesitantly around the naked warmth of her husband's penis, she felt it jerk wildly in her palm, its hardness increasing as she began to lewdly fondle it, pulling the thick foreskin upward to the very top of the moistly secreting head and then pushing it slowly back down again.
Above her, his knees spread within the "vee" of his wife's parted thighs, Paul groaned and looked down at the throbbing mass of his swollen cock. Even in the darkness he could see it tensed as it hadn't been in a long while. Every sinew of his naked body was equally rigid as well, as he felt his wife's fingers and watched her lift herself up on one elbow, her full-mounded breasts shifting to the right as she leaned over to perform the obscene task.
Delighted that the sometimes reticent creature he had married was so anxious for his middle of the night caresses, Paul groaned and put his large hand down around her smaller one, letting the excited shaft of his cock explode between their two heated palms, pushing through to stand tall and proud in the night air. Hastily now, the doctor edged forward, removing his wife's encompassing fingers as he spread her legs wider with his shuffling knees. He bent toward her lips and kissed her deeply and hungrily as he lowered his muscular body onto hers, letting the excited tip of his lust-hardened penis worm up against the entrance of Mara's tightly pulsating vagina. He let it stay there without entering the hair-surrounded little opening, content for an instant to feel the whole of his wife's vulnerable nakedness quivering beneath him, her tongue swirling wildly within the moist confines of his mouth, her hands and fingers running nervously along his bare back. Their lusting bodies pressed nakedly and hotly together and the warm feel of Mara's firm full breasts resiliently quivering up against his hard chest made Paul cry out with pleasure. Slowly now he began to squirm up against his wife, and with a smooth wriggling motion started his rock-hard cock moving up into the moistly waiting opening between Mara's widespread white legs.
"Uuuuunnn!" Mara groaned, lifting herself up with a startlingly strong motion and spreading her long lithe legs suddenly wider, then kicking her heels outward and locking them up onto her husband's nakedly thrusting back. The petal-soft lips of her hotly aroused cunt flowered hungrily open to suck at Paul's lust-engorged penis and swallow it deep up inside the warm, clinging wet walls.
"AAAHHH!" Paul gasped out, flicking his hips forward again. Slowly at first, the shaft of his straining hard cock spread the naturally tight inner passage of Mara's secret flesh wide, making room for it to advance upward, throbbing, all the way into the narrow pulsating channel. But quickly Mara's seeping cuntal moisture prepared the way and with a sudden rush Paul's burrowing cock drove in to the hilt, pushing back the tissues of soft moist flesh in its forceful wake. Mara's desire-tormented pussy clasped lewdly all around her doctor-husband's impossibly swollen penis, squeezing it and surrounding it so snugly that Paul felt as though he were going to cum right then and there.
"CHRIST!" he muttered, sweat beading out on his forehead. It took everything the sensually aroused physician could muster to keep the sudden swell of semen from starting its rushing journey from his tingling testicles to the very tip of his over-stimulated cock-shaft.
"OH YESSSSS YESSS!" Mara was moaning as she felt the incredible hardness, the totally filling snugness of her husband's penis high within her lust-drenched pussy. It was good, better than anything she'd felt in a long, long while, and the image of the stranger returned to haunt the aroused young housewife, stirring her to greater and greater excitement.
"Yeah!" Paul grunted out in reply. His auburn-haired wife's trembling pussy had never felt better to him, and he let his thickening cock change to a motion of short tentative strokes, feeling his balls tingling and full to the bursting point as they jerked impatiently up against the widespread inner cleft of Mara's buttocks. Beneath him, Mara began to moan ecstatically, working her own hips up and down on her husband's advancing cock, in effect fucking him as her long legs wriggled and slid up and down along his back and her nakedly gyrating loins advanced and retreated with each enormous effort the excitedly gasping housewife made.
"Oooooh!" Mara moaned, feeling a series of anticipating spasms taking hold of her as the hard-cock driving sped ever upward, pushing the trembling folds of her wide-split vaginal passage steadily back, massaging them internally with each withdrawal. Then Paul brought his pounding cock all the way out of his wife's clasping vagina, leaving just the huge bulbous head at the entrance and then with all the might he could muster ramming back into her streaming passage.
"AAAAAH!" Mara bucked up against his savage thrust and crooned with delight. It was not her husband, oh God no, this man was someone she'd always secretly wanted, the one man who could be anyone, a passing stranger, the mailman, anyone! Mara gasped for air, knowing she was starting her orgasm, triggered by the lewd thought of feeling another man's lust-bloated penis thrusting nakedly up within her willingly wide-held thighs.
Paul fucked without mercy deep into the tender confines of his wife's pulsating cunt, and he could feel his balls aching painfully as he heard her beginning to grunt steady words of encouragement to him. There was something special about this whole thing for Paul too, even though the doctor was not completely aware of what it was. It had to do with his dream, but he couldn't even remember the details. They were now firmly ensconced in his subconscious, waiting again for the proper moment to come out. Still, he too knew that he was going to cum. His relentlessly fucking cock seemed filled with a thousand hot sparks and he felt the total exhilaration that made him feel truly a man. This moment of bliss made it all seem much more worthwhile, and he could feel the fog that usually occupied his mind and his feelings lifting, temporarily at least, as the thunder of his climax rumbled within him and the signal was given that started the unstoppable race of his heated sperm up from his lust-tightened testicles through his desperately tingling cock toward the highest recesses of his moaning wife's womb.
"OH HONEY!" he gasped, his mouth gaping wide as his powerful orgasm ricocheted throughout his strained and shivering system. "CUM WITH ME! GIVE IT TO ME!"
With the warmth and wetness of her husband's ejaculation spreading inside her tormented pussy, Mara felt the sluicing, grinding hardness within her release a sparkling torrent of blissful cumming deep in her own trembling belly. Her delicate pink-painted toenails curled under as she felt her quivering loins being lifted completely from the bed by her husband's last hard thrust. Her vagina seemed to gape in greedy desire, swallowing the whole of the lust-quenching cock that was plunging mercilessly to her very core. An agony of pleasure rippled through her, causing her to thrash wildly on the bed, her lovely features contorted in an unrecognizable mask of insane passion. The fantasy lasted and lasted, just as the orgasm seemed to hold her in its embrace forever, making her tingle with delight from the tips of her toes to the back of her neck. It was more thrilling than anything she'd ever known before, of that she was sure, and then she whimpered and gasped, "OH GOD, YES, I'M THERE! OOOH GIVE IT TO ME! GIVE IT TO MEEEEEE!"
When at last the exhausted young doctor's wife's legs went limp, jumping convulsively and finally splaying obscenely on either side of her husband's still-heaving body, her heart was pounding in her chest as though it would burst. Excitement continued to dwell within her, and she felt filled to bursting with her secret.
Her husband stirred and fell heavily to the side, his limp deflated penis slipping lewdly and wetly from the drenched interior of her well-fucked pussy.
"Goood ... " he moaned, "that was so gooood!"
Mara felt a shiver traverse her sweat-glistening nakedness. A burden of guilt and uncertainty weighed upon her as she realized that it had been better than ever because there had been something different about her husband ... something that had made her yearn for and imagine another man!
CHAPTER TWO
"I'll let you out here, sweetheart!"
"Okay, Jimmy. See you tomorrow at school!" Lee started to open up the door of her boy friend's 1961 Chevy, but suddenly felt his hand on her arm, pulling her back toward him.
"Another kiss, angel!" he said, using his most persuasive voice.
"NO!" Fourteen year old Lee Hennings pulled away, getting the door open and climbing outside before Jimmy had a chance to grab her again. "I told you ... my uncle's coming tonight. I've got to be home in time for the special dinner my mother has planned."
Seventeen year old Jimmy looked crestfallen. "A little kiss isn't going to take all that long," he said. But already she could tell he was prepared to leave, his foot impatiently idling on the gas pedal.
"The last one took half an hour!" Lee tossed back at him, laughing. She was already walking briskly up the walk, her high boots making a firm crunching sound in the snow, her breath fogging out through her muffler.
Jimmy watched her for a moment, feeling the same excitement he always felt around his girl. They'd only been going steady for a few weeks, but God, he was hooked on Lee Hennings already! He started up the car and passed her petite figure as she moved through the snow. Two inches had fallen that evening and a light covering was on the roads and the sidewalks. Lee looked so pretty in her big furry coat from the Salvation Army, and wisps of her blonde hair protruded from the edges of her knitted cap. As the young teen-ager waved and smiled good-bye to him, Jimmy felt a surge of desire course swiftly through him. He was remembering her hot pleasure-filled kisses as they'd parked out on Willow Lane a few moments before, and how her still growing, but already full breasts had felt to his lewdly exploring hands, although so far he had only known their lust-inciting contours through the material of his girl friend's sweater. But who knew what would happen tomorrow night, or the next night? Jimmy had nothing but optimism for the future, and he sped away as quickly as he dared on the slippery street, whistling to himself as he realized that he was exceedingly lucky to have a steady girl as sought after and as exciting as Lee Hennings.
All faces turned to meet the fourteen year old as she entered through the kitchen door. They could see her from the adjoining dining room, and she could see them all equally clearly. She felt an immediate let down from the stimulation of her clandestine date with Jimmy after dance class as she surveyed the serious-looking adult faces of her family. Nevertheless, Lee made a concentrated effort to be charming. She knew that was what was expected of her, and that any other behavior on her part would start them asking questions, "Hi, Mom! Hi, Dad! Hi, Uncle Joe!" she cried enthusiastically. She was taking off her mittens and her coat, pulling at her hat and shaking out her long curly blonde hair.
Her wide-legged pants billowed and clung to the teenager's shapely legs as she walked briskly toward the waiting family. She could see her Uncle Joe rising, and with a curious stare she quickly took in everything she could see about her mother's long lost older brother. Lee knew that her uncle had done something terrible a long time ago, something that no one ever talked about and which she assumed had to be extremely interesting.
"Hi, Uncle Joe. Welcome to Wilton!" she said as the older man took her gruffly in his arms and hugged her emotionally for a brief instant.
"They told me you'd grown," he said, "but they didn't tell me how much!"
"Sit down, Lee, dinner's getting cold!" her mother interjected.
Lee did as she was told, sitting on her side of the table with her father facing her and her mother to her left, Uncle Joe to the right.
"Well, I'm not a baby anymore, Uncle Joe. That was the last time you saw me! Tell me all about California!"
"You see, Joe? Fathers don't rate around here anymore. She hasn't even given me as much as a hello," Paul Hennings smiled, but Lee could tell by the tone of his voice that her father was not pleased.
She apologized, making light of the whole thing, but as the meal progressed the young girl realized that something was definitely wrong with the atmosphere at the dinner table.
Instinctively, she tried to listen to the undercurrents rather than to the obvious details of the conversation around her. And by the time dessert had come and gone apple pie with vanilla ice cream, her favorite Lee could feel that her mother was excessively nervous, her father seemed to be inwardly angry although he was making a good attempt to hide it, and as for her uncle, well, the most she could get from him was a feeling of confusion and sadness. Yet these two qualities were tempered with an underlying something, something which Lee could not fathom, but which she wanted to know more about. Uncle Joe had a secret, possibly an entire secret life, and she wanted to know all about it. If this man who looked so unprepossessing could create such turmoil in her normally cool, calm, and collected mother and father, then she wanted to find out why.
Curiosity killed the cat! Lee remembered her mother's warning to her about her curious nature, but the pretty fourteen year old knew that the only way you ever found out anything was to take the initiative, other wise no one ever let you in on a thing. As she helped her mother clear the table, Lee made a mental note to have a long talk with her uncle as soon as possible. Uncle Joe and her father were discussing snowmobiles, a motor phenomenon about which Uncle Joe strangely seemed to know nothing. Maybe he was in prison! Lee thought excitedly to herself. Maybe he killed somebody!
Later, as she and her mother scraped and stacked the dishes in the dishwasher, Lee thought about asking, but remembered that all her other questions about Uncle Joe had been answered only in the vaguest terms. She did remember once when her mother had talked to her about her childhood. The good-looking older woman often seemed willing to talk about the times when she and her brother had been children together.
It so happened that Mara herself was thinking about that same thing. Childhood memories of simpler times when she and Joe were young kept crowding in on the present, forcing out the odd thoughts that Mara had been having since her brother had returned from California. They kept sweeping into her mind, as though to protect her from her own strange reveries. She was still embarrassed about her husband coming into the kitchen to find her sitting with the apple peeler in her hand in some kind of a daze, almost a trance, and half the apples pared for the applesauce. When Paul had asked her what on earth she was doing, she'd not wanted to tell him that she'd been thinking about their passionate lovemaking of the night before, even though she knew that this might have pleased her husband and made their evening together better. No, it didn't seem as though she could rightfully tell him that when she didn't feel that she had made love to him last night. It hadn't really been Paul, at any rate not in the depths of her psyche.
So it had been awkward and difficult, and when Joe had come down to dinner and the two men had greeted each other after all those years of forgetting, it still hadn't been an easy meeting. Mara kept feeling that she ought to be able to do something to put them all at ease, but when she was so on edge herself, it was impossible.
The coffee water was boiling madly on the stove and Mara realized she'd been drifting again, but now she was back on the sled with Joe sliding down the hill in Jefferson Park, both of them screaming with all their might as they swooped downward, Joe's gloved fingers holding tight to the wooden bars and her own mittened hands holding tight to him!
"Oh, Lee, get that coffee for me, will you? Get out the little demitasse cups and take them in. You can serve it while I finish up in here."
"How long is Uncle Joe staying, Mom?" Lee asked, regarding her mother's faraway look with interest.
"I told you ... about two weeks. That's what he said in his letter, anyway."
Lee put the little cups and saucers on a tray and taking the coffee pot from the stove, placed it beside them. "Then that means he'll be here over Christmas!" Lee said excitedly, her blue eyes, so like her mother's sparkling.
"Yes, I'm sure he'll stay for Christmas," Mara said, remembering all the good Christmases she and Joe had had in the big old frame house over on the other side of town. Neither their mother nor their father was still living, and the house had long since been sold, repainted and remodeled. Yet, every time Mara had to drive out to the discount store she always made a point of passing the old house and of looking at it with all her might, as though she might conjure up an old memory, see an old face, or even see herself as a little girl playing there. It was silly, Mara knew, but she wondered now if her brother might like to drive past there himself with her sometime, just to look.
Lee carried out the coffee tray complete with cream and sugar and saw that her father and uncle had moved into the living room. The brandy bottle was out, and the two men had already started in on two big snifters half-filled with the potent liquor. As usual when anyone was drinking, Lee wrinkled her nose distastefully. She didn't like alcohol and she particularly didn't like the odd effect it had on the so-called grown-ups around her.
As soon as she could, the blonde teenager excused herself and went upstairs. There would be plenty of time for her to find out what the secret was, she thought, and right now it was going to be very pleasant to take a nice hot bath and then to prop herself up in bed with three pillows, with her records playing and her special box of chocolates by her side. Then she could think about her boy friend, Jimmy, to her heart's content, savoring all the details of their latest meeting after her dance class.
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It wasn't too difficult to hide the fact that he was blind drunk, or at least that was what Joe thought, as he began to climb to his room. His sister and his brother-in-law had long since gone to bed, and he had remained downstairs alone with the brandy bottle and his thoughts. Now, the solitary brother felt his legs giving beneath him as he teetered upon the last top step. The alcohol spreading throughout his system had brought the healing relief Joe needed to feel complete and whole again. More and more in the last few years the 36 year old man's only pleasurable moments had come through drinking. It had seemed a harmless enough way to survive at first, but there had been some incidents recently that had frightened him and had originally made him write to his sister, requesting a short family visit. There had been times when he'd been completely unable to remember what he'd done or where he'd been the night before, for example. And then worse than that, there was the time he'd obviously been beaten, robbed of the little money he had, and left in some alleyway only to awaken in jail with a bunch of derelicts. These things had been frightening enough to make Joe know that some kind of change was necessary. Yet now that he was here in his sister's house, knowing that she wished him nothing but good, and that even his brother-in-law didn't actually hate him although the two men would never be friends ... even now Joe still needed the warmth and love of the soothing alcohol, in this case brandy, seeping through his blood system.
He felt magnificent now, in fact, as he finally gained the top step, capable of any daring feat. Joe knew that in reality he was at the height of his powers when he'd been drinking. Snatches of odd thoughts ran through his mind, creating excitement and wonder at his own brilliance. If only there were someone to share it with him, someone to astound with his wit and wisdom, with the depth of his knowledge of human nature!
He had a solution to the world situation, a sure-fire plan to end the war in fifteen minutes, a new method of transportation that he knew the airlines would be anxious to buy if only he could contact them. There were innumerable things about which Joe could expand if given the opportunity.
The doorknob of his room loomed bigger than life in his distorted eyesight, but Joe's fingers had difficulty connecting with it.
Then he heard the music still emanating from his niece's room right down the hall from his. He didn't know for certain that it was Lee's room, but he guessed correctly that neither his sister nor his staid doctor brother-in-law would be listening to that kind of hard rock music. It seemed easier to gravitate toward the sound and Joe lurched forward and ended up trying Lee's door. His weight caused it to give as he turned the handle and suddenly Joe was face to face with his sister's child.
"Uncle Joe! What are you doing here?" Lee sat bolt upright in her Hollywood bed, the kind with the padded headboard. Her nightgown of soft white brushed wool clung to her youthful breasts, outlining them and showing the tender circles of the young girl's nipples. Lee's long blonde hair clung to her shoulders, reflecting the light from her lamp beside the bed. She was stunned by her uncle's entrance into her private world, a world which she carefully cultivated and thought protected against intruders. No one ever dared to enter her room without knocking, and now the fourteen year old was completely flustered at being caught in the midst of a very private reverie. Surreptitiously, her slender hand was drawn from beneath the bedcovers where her fingers had been tangled deliriously within the moist folds of her hair-trimmed young pussy. It was always fun to think of Jimmy while she touched herself there, to think of what it would be like when she allowed her boy friend to use his fingers and do to her just what she was doing. It wouldn't be long now, she knew, before she would let him. As it was, she wanted him to even as much as she knew Jimmy wanted to, but the cunning teenager knew that the timing had to be perfect. It ought not to seem too fast, or he would think her easy. With her last boy friend, Lee had made him wait three months before he touched her breasts. Lee's appetites were different now, stronger, and she saw no need to unduly prolong the excitement she yearned for.
Uncle Joe was just standing there in the doorway, staring at her as though he'd seen a ghost. Lee could feel her fingers sticky against her nightgown. What if he'd seen the mound of her hand rubbing furiously down there between her parted thighs?
"Hello, my beauty!" Joe finally said as he executed a dramatic flourish with his arm. He cleared his throat and staggered forth into his niece's bedroom after closing the door behind him. "It is my destiny to entertain beautiful ladies ... to tell them what is in my heart and to discover what is in theirs!"
"Cripes, Uncle Joe! How much of that brandy did you drink?" Lee was somewhat alarmed by her uncle's inebriated state, but it occurred to her that now would be the perfect time to find out about all the things that no one wanted to tell her.
"Not nearly enough," Joe replied, sitting boldly upon his niece's double bed while she moved over to make room for him. Joe sighed, "Not nearly enough to cause you to worry that pretty little head of yours. Alcohol is the food of the gods, my dear!"
Joe couldn't help noticing how exquisitely beautiful his young niece looked propped up there in bed like a little blonde princess, her budding breasts fairly bursting from her nightgown. Her peaches-and-cream complexion was of a perfection he had never seen before. Lee didn't look quite real to him at this point. The young girl looked like a figment of his imagination
"Did you drink a lot in California?" Lee asked pointedly. As her uncle hesitated, confused by her question, she continued, "Perhaps you drank a lot before you left?"
The words made it all come back to him, every single bit of it. The way his house, his home used to look, the beauty of his wife Gina, whom he had loved dearly, and the treachery of her sister who had tempted and teased him whenever she got a chance.
"Not a drop!" Joe replied. "No, did they tell you that I was a drinker? Well, it isn't true. Don't listen to anything anyone says about your uncle. If you want the real story, I'll give it to you. I'll tell anyone what it was that really happened!"
Lee cringed back against her pillows as she realized what a fury of emotion she had stirred up in her uncle. She hadn't expected anything like the story that unfolded from his lips, the words slurred and sometimes unintelligible, but the meaning clear. And then the details came, the ones that made the young girl blush and tremble. No adult had ever spoken to her like this before, and she was at once frightened and flattered. Uncle Joe was thinking of her as a real person, not just a kid, and she felt a deep appreciation for this. Tears came into her eyes as she realized the truth of what her uncle was telling her and the injustice that had been done him.
The poor man, she thought, the poor, poor man!
Joe went on and on. The words didn't seem to want to stop. All the memories he'd been suppressing were right back with him alive and real, and at last he was getting a chance to tell someone about it. He was remembering Susan. That witch Susan! Whatever had happened to his ex-wife's sister? She'd been small and blonde, a real beauty too.
"A lot like you, Lee. She had something about her, you know. She thought that no man should be able to resist her, and when I did, she made it a point to have me. And have me she did! It gives me a hard-on just to think about it now, the things she used to do! We'd be sitting in the living room and my wife ... her own sister ... would get up and go out of the room for something, and she'd pick up her skirt and spread her legs and underneath she wouldn't have any panties and there would be her sweet little cunt winking at me. And then she'd open her mouth and run her tongue along her lips and whisper to me, 'Don't you want it, Joe?' Christ, a man can only put up with it for so long!"
Lee could feel her belly quivering with a growing excitement as she realized that her Uncle Joe was going to tell her the whole thing, step by step.
"And then one day she came over when Gina was out doing the shopping. Christ, the time we got caught wasn't the first time! No, I fucked that little blonde cunt of hers ragged whenever I got the chance, just out of pure anger, out of pure meanness. I hated her for making me do it to her. And all the same I had to do it!"
"What happened the day she came over, Uncle Joe ... the first time?" Lee asked curiously.
Joe's roving fingers had begun to stroke along the silken surface of his teenage niece's arm while he spoke, nervously and compulsively, driven on by anger and all the brandy he'd consumed. "She comes over to the house, and the first thing she does is reach out and unzip my fly. Shit, I didn't even have a chance to stop her before she had my cock out and was stroking it, moving in on me and wriggling up against me, pushing her tits in my face! I made her bend over right then and there over the arm of the sofa and stuck my cock in her hot little cunt so far she screamed for help. I would have liked to see it come right out of her mouth, but by God, she liked it. Started creaming over and over all around my thrusting cock. Jesus!"
"Golly!" Lee said under her breath. Something about the way her uncle's fingers were tracing along her arm was making her uncomfortable, and yet she didn't really want to stop him. There was something that felt good about it, too. Something forbidden and exciting, like the stories he was telling her. Deep in the pit of her belly a spark was ignited that drew her undeniably toward her mother's brother, this middle-aged man who was drunk out of his skull and telling her things she oughtn't to be hearing.
"You ever get fucked?" he suddenly asked her, and Lee shook her head rapidly no.
"No ... no, not yet!" she said, frightened by his question.
"Then you don't really know what I'm talking about. But once you start fucking and know how good it is, you'll know that sometimes it's hard to say no even when you want to."
Lee gulped and was silent. Her uncle was looking at her, staring in such a way that she was forced to look away from him. "If you ever played with your own pussy, then you know a little bit what it's like. Or if your boy friend has finger-fucked you."
"Oh!" Lee didn't know what to say. A thrill of desire for the things she didn't know yet coursed through her, starting at the invisible line her uncle was drawing upon her arm.
"I haven't touched a woman for months," Joe announced gloomily. Then he seemed to think of something that made him angrier still.
"I bet you're even afraid to let me touch you! Even though there's nothing wrong with it."
Lee was silent, thinking, yes, yes, she would be. Still she wondered what it would be like to go all the way with a man, and, in a sense, it was true that there wasn't anything wrong with Uncle Joe touching her. He was her uncle, after all. What wrong could it be to allow him to touch her?
"Admit it!" he growled, his fingers tightening upon the young girl's arm.
"You ... you can touch me if you want to, Uncle Joe," she said. "I know you wouldn't do anything wrong." Lee could hear the lie in her words, knew the depth of her own deception. She was pretending to be more innocent than she was because she was curious, because she wanted to know what it would be like and just what her uncle would do to her that way. And then she did feel sorry for him. She wanted to be friends with him; more than friends, really, she wanted to be an ally against the world that had turned away from her mother's brother, leaving him friendless and alone.
CHAPTER THREE
When her Uncle Joe's huge hands reached out and touched the smooth white flesh of her slender shoulder, Lee felt her decision had been unwise. The actual shock of his hot fingers on her naked shoulder almost sent her into a state of shock, and yet she knew that she wouldn't stop him now. She managed to shake the fear that gripped her as her inebriated uncle with unbelievable gentleness passed his fingertips over her silken smooth skin, moving upward to her long, swan-like neck and then down to push the elastic top of his niece's nightgown down still further.
"Christ!" he gasped, his brandy breath hot in the fourteen year old's face, "you're beautiful! Hell, yes, beautiful!"
He let the ends of his fingers trace the small bone contours of his sister's daughter's facial features while the young girl remained immobile, hardly able to breathe beneath the grazing feel of her uncle's surprisingly stimulating hands.
"You're ... you're like velvet ... so smooth ... so soft!" he hissed and then he was moving closer to her still motionless figure upon the bed, and bending down to kiss her soft naked shoulder as his hands moved beneath the covers to smooth over the gentle swell of her soft white belly hidden beneath her nightgown. Joe could feel his young niece shudder beneath his touch, and Lee sighed with an uncontrollable and unwanted sensation of delight.
"May I see your body?" he whispered, his hands already moving to pull her nightgown all the way down, and even though she made a motion to stop her uncle, Lee did not protest enough. In moments his great hands were sliding beneath the pointed softness of her breasts to cup them upward and lift them as cool air brushed teasingly against the fourteen year old's exposed and quivering nipples that suddenly contracted into hard berry-like beads of sensitive flesh.
Lee couldn't resist the overwhelming urge to lay her head against her uncle's powerful shoulder, and though she realized the almost lewd wantonness of the unexpectedly submissive act, she satisfied her conscience and her fears by telling herself that there was nothing wrong in letting her uncle touch her, that she was making him feel better, and finally that his tender loving touches felt so pure and simply good that she couldn't stop them ... not yet. The young teenager's breath caught in her throat as her inebriated uncle massaged and kneaded, stroked and caressed her nakedly palpitating breasts, pinching at the tiny hard cherry-nipples and rolling them between his fingers, causing new wild sensations to jolt excitedly through Lee's half-exposed body. Then he was gently drawing her nightgown down, pulling the covers back as he went, and the young virgin closed her eyes and raised her head in the intoxicating delight that was enveloping her.
His lips suddenly and wetly kissing her soft white belly made her tremble until at last she lay there, her brain swirling in the erotic madness that was rapidly gaining control of her adolescent, love-starved body. She felt him moving his head back up and suddenly, powerfully smacking his tongue between her tender lips, into her mouth and throat, his one hand tracing over her breasts and down across her belly at the same time. Finally it reached the moist velvet flesh of her sensitive vaginal split, toying momentarily in the sparse, curly blonde hairs, then searchingly discovering the teenager's already excitedly erect clitoris. The lustfully aroused uncle tweaked the tiny sensation-filled bud and felt his trembling niece gasp into his mouth. Then he pinched it softly and she repeated the gasp.
As her uncle ran his thick fingers down through her damp pussy flesh to the small opening of Lee's hair-lined little cunt, the young girl thought that nothing any of her old boy friends had done to her had felt this good. No one had been as experienced, as gentle and as exciting as Uncle Joe. And while her uncle tongued into her receptively sucking mouth, he slipped his middle finger upward, worming it insistently deep into the moist quivering passage.
Lee moaned uncontrollably, rolling her hips upward to meet the warmth and thickness of her uncle's obscenely penetrating finger. Her whole being had suddenly come alive with a seething sexual desire as her uncle's wonderful hands set her right off into space! She couldn't even imagine a moral sense of right or wrong any more. She just couldn't! The teenager felt her uncle's finger slipping smoothly now, in and out of her rapidly dilating passage, and through half-closed eyes she looked at him. His rugged, worry-lined face seemed smoother now with ecstasy as he let his large tongue sweep across the wetness of her glistening pink lips, sending wave after wave of new exciting sensation rippling over her lustfully exposed flesh.
"Lovely, lovely," he was murmuring into her mouth.
"Oh Uncle Joe! OH!" The music from Lee's records had long since automatically shut itself off and the only sounds in the young girl's bedroom now were the rising love cries that issued from her lips and the soft wet sounds coming from between her soft white thighs where her uncle fingered the tight virgin pit of her quivering pussy. And then he was slithering down the fourteen year old's willingly limp body, rolling downward, down, down.
Lee wanted to cry, emotion was so strong within her. This was real, her first , real experience with a man! All the furtive petting of the young boys she'd allowed to touch her was nothing compared to this. This was what she'd been waiting for, and wanting! She stared down at her uncle wondering just what he was going to do next, noting the powerful muscles of his arms beneath his thin flannel sport shirt, finding his face suddenly handsome as it hovered just above her moist and excited young loins. The fourteen year old closed her eyes once more as she felt Uncle Joe's large flat palms pressing against the softness of her inner thighs, moving them wide apart as her breath bubbled in her chest and she waited with a mounting desire and curiosity for what might happen next.
"Ooooooooooh!" the honey-blonde teenager lurched and groaned as her uncle's hot moist lips closed over the hair-covered little mound at the base of her trembling white belly. Then she knew the wet taunting kisses that her mother's older brother lavished upon the hair-lined slit of her thoroughly aroused pussy. Lee had never even imagined such a thing ever happening to her, and yet it was definitely happening now. Delightful, tantalizing kisses were being placed upon the closed tingling lips of her feverishly responding cunt, kisses that the young girl suddenly realized she would willingly sell her soul for. And then Joe's tongue gently parted the pubic hair, the golden curls of thin delicate hair that he could see so clearly while he delved into the tenderness of his fourteen year old niece's pussy.
Joe, his brain reeling with the effects of too much brandy, was thinking that the last time he had done this to a woman it had been Susan, that bitch. Gina, his wife, had never wanted him to do it. God, it was good to suck cunt, especially to suck this sweet innocent little pussy that his niece so willingly offered to his moist lips and tongue!
As Uncle Joe's lewdly wagging tongue began to flick snake-like into the folds of the delicately quivering opening, Lee could feel every muscle in her naked body react to the heavenly pleasurable licking of her indecently aroused pussy, while uncontainable moans of ecstasy tumbled from her parted lips.
Dear God, dear God, don't stop, don't stop you wonderful man! All my life I've waited for this without really knowing it, and now you've come to fulfill me with it! Oh please don't stop! Please ... please! I don't care if you are my mother's brother. Just don't stop!
Nothing else mattered. Insane electric-like jolts were setting the fourteen year old's body aglow with tingling needle-like prickles of carnal enchantment! And then, as if her limbs were being controlled by a remote brain, Lee felt her own hands moving down over her stomach and came teasingly to rest on either side of her pulsating cuntal lips. She could hear her uncle breathing where he lay, saw the top of his dark head, felt his hot breath against her wetly tangled pubic hair. Slowly, deliberately, like a much older and more experienced woman, the teenager spread the fleshy, hair-covered split of her pussy wide open to her uncle's slavering mouth, her fingers grazing his cheeks as the older man willingly lowered down upon her once more and drew his hot moist tongue up through the sensitive pink flesh of her warmly secreting young cunt.
Again, the fourteen year old virgin gasped and moaned and twitched upon her girlhood bed. Below, Joe sensed the movements of her beautiful head, the golden hair tossing back and forth as his spearing tongue shot out once more, its smooth flicking tip circling his niece's rigidly quivering clitoris.
Oh God, oh God, it feels good! Nothing can ever take the place of this, . . of him! I know it! I'll do anything ... anything he tells me!
"OH! OH! OH!" Lee groaned throatily, the sounds originating deep in her chest while the hot probing tip of her uncle's tongue worked its lascivious way up and down the delectable length of her narrow cuntal slit, then starting at the lower belly and slithering its way down, down, down, until Lee thought she would go out of her mind. It was too good ... much too good to be real!
"MMMmmmmmmmm! Suck your little pussy good! Suck it good!" she heard Uncle Joe murmuring into the wetness of her passionately aroused cunt, and Lee groaned and began to buck her youthful hips up harder on the bed, welcoming each of her uncle's thrusts with the full blonde-fringed plane of her exposed pussy. Something wonderful was going to happen any minute, something so sublime that she had to have it as quickly as possible.
Hot little cunt! God, wait till I stick my cock up into that little pussy, just wait! Joe could hardly contain the throbbing hardness of his raging penis, and from time to time, while one hand clung to the softly jiggling mound of his niece's naked right buttock, his other went down to ease the excitement building there between his legs.
"Oooooooh! Don't stop, don't stop!" Lee whined, writhing her hips furiously now at the long hot tongue spearing without mercy between her trembling legs.
Lee's normally healthy and cheerful-looking features were distorted by a lust she had never known before as she felt the overwhelming sensations building within her, and her nakedly quivering breasts were throbbing with a desire of their own.
Obscenely the fourteen year old student responded to the older man's lewd undertaking, relishing the desire that filled every portion of her helpless young body and wanting nothing more than to be ravished by her own uncle right there in her bedroom upon her own obscenely bouncing bed.
Joe could sense the tension building in the little girl's virginal belly, and he began to suck and lick wildly with the flat of his tongue, alternating the two slippery wet motions until he could feel her upon the point of cumming.
Sweat poured from his forehead as he slaved between his teenaged niece's widespread legs, feeling his lustfully bloated cock expanding sympathetically as the girl's excitement reached a feverish pitch.
"UNCLE JOE! UNCLE JOE! OH, I LOVE IT! LOOOOOOOVE IT! OH SUCK ME SUCK ME SUCK ME FOREVER AND EVER!"
The whirling gusts of heat pounding within her belly suddenly accelerated, and something far inside her was exploding, releasing all the anguish of adolescence, soothing away all the insecurities and fears with the sheer magnitude of its pleasure-giving force. She felt the cumming within the tingling pit of her wetly gyrating pussy and high up inside the virginal vaginal walls of her cunt. It spread throughout her nakedly tormented body until she was wriggling and writhing, moaning with the unprecedented fulfillment of her youthful loins.
"Aaaaaaaaaaah! Oh! Oh! AAAAAAAaaaaaaaaah!"
Joe could feel his own orgasm starting spontaneously even as he tasted the bittersweet juices of his niece's orgasm on his working lips and tongue.
"OOOOOOOOOH CHRIST! OH SHIT, I'M CUMMINGGGGGG!" Joe groaned as the thick jets of his sperm shot forth from his lust-hardened cock, spreading within the confines of his shorts and pants and smearing wetly against his leg. Through the intense pleasure, he felt the acute disappointment of not having fucked her, of not having fucked his younger sister's daughter! .
But with his orgasm another sensation came. Something akin to sobriety washed through his befogged brain, and Joe lifted his tingling lips from the moist young hair-lined pussy before him, his eyes taking in the blissfully exhausted nakedness of his youthful niece as if for the first time.
Her half-closed blue eyes looked at him lovingly, tenderly.
"Uncle Joe ... more, more," she whispered softly. But Joe was scrambling back, moving away horrified from the white widespread legs that still desired his presence between them.
"No ... no..." he muttered. He was confused, ashamed. He could feel the wetness of his ejaculation spreading down his leg. The full meaning of what he had just had the audacity to do dawned slowly and hideously upon him.
"Don't say anything ... forget ... FORGET IT EVER HAPPENED!" he mumbled, backing shamefully out of her bedroom and closing the door hurriedly behind him. Once in the hall, it seemed as though he were in another world. What dream had he been living in? What had he done? Tears building in his eyes, he headed for the sanctuary of the guest room.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Dr. Hennings, I just asked you a question," Nurse Jenkins looked curiously at" the young handsome doctor she had worked with for five years now, ever since he had established his new practice on the west side of town. Something had been bothering him for the last few days now, and she wondered if it could possibly be just the arrival of his brother-in-law to visit, as he'd said it was. Mrs. Jenkins couldn't imagine it being all that much of a problem since the doctor had told her himself that his wife's brother only planned to stay for a couple of weeks. Mrs. Jenkins suspected that it was something else, something more personal that he wasn't willing to discuss.
"What ... oh yes, what was it, Mrs. Jenkins?" Paul looked up from his desk with the harassed haunted look in his eyes that had only appeared recently. His fair, almost blonde hair was unusually disheveled as he questioned his nurse.
"Do you want me to run blood tests on Mrs. Pierson?" Nurse Jenkins' voice was patient as she tried to hide the signs of her annoyance. She was busy, with two patients to prepare in the examining room, and every moment counted.
"Yes, yes, the usual, Mrs. Jenkins." Paul watched as his efficient nurse left the room. It was one of those days when he felt like chucking it all, going home maybe and locking the study door while he read a good book. But, of course, he couldn't do anything of the sort. Paul Hennings had a flourishing practice as a gynecologist in Wilton, and right at that very moment there were ten women outside in the waiting room and two in his alternating offices, all depending on him to be there at the appointed time. What was more, he had to make his hospital rounds after the office hours, and Mrs. Simpson was due to deliver at any moment now. Paul figured it would be that night, simply because it was at night he most needed sleep.
More and more frequently, since that night before his brother-in-law's arrival, he'd been having difficulty sleeping, and the dreams were the cause. Joe had been in the house three days now, and Paul couldn't help holding his arrival directly responsible.
He'd had a big fight with Mara just before he left the house early that morning on his way to the hospital. It had been about her brother's drinking. It had become increasingly obvious that the brandy and whiskey supplies in the house were rapidly dwindling, and Paul knew that his brother-in-law had to be responsible. And as if that wasn't enough, Lee had been acting strangely too, and Paul had found out from his wife that she'd been coming home late every day from school, always with a different story about what she'd been doing. Just the idea of his little girl out with some boy made his blood boil. God knew what she was doing! He knew several colleagues, doctors too, who had put their teenage daughters on the pill, and even though Paul realized that it would eliminate an unwanted pregnancy, he knew that it would not solve the real problem. He didn't want his daughter to be out screwing some unprincipled teenage hippy. He didn't want her to be screwing at all! Not yet, not now ... she was much too young and Paul found the thought much too disturbing. As it was, there were enough things disturbing him. The dreams which were becoming clearer and clearer in their message, and the knowledge that his own deception many years before had caused him to be suffering now ... these were things which the 38 year old doctor could not deny, no matter how much he tried.
With a start, Paul realized that his buzzer had been ringing for a few seconds. It was a signal from Nurse Jenkins that she was waiting for him. Hurriedly, he went to examination room number two to greet his next patient, the woman he had seen a few moments before in his office.
"Well, how's that husband of yours?" he began, starting the light patter which was intended to put the prone ladies at their ease while he examined them.
Nurse Jenkins looked sharply at the doctor. She hoped that whatever he was going through would soon be over. It made things much too difficult to have the normally brisk and efficient doctor going around distracted like this!
* * *
Mara looked up from the table as the kitchen door opened and her fourteen year old daughter walked in. It was evening and her husband Paul hadn't come home yet. He'd called earlier to tell her that he'd just had Mrs. Simpson admitted to Wilton General Hospital, and that he'd be home whenever he could. Mara knew what that meant, and she'd gone ahead and prepared dinner for her Lee and her brother, setting some aside for Paul whenever he might come in. It was really somewhat of a relief not to have him home for dinner. Her husband had become extremely unpleasant at the table, and Mara was embarrassed and upset about it most of the time. She knew that Joe felt that it was entirely his fault, and Mara knew that this was in a sense true, but she resented the fact that her husband couldn't be decent to her brother just for this short time, and especially with the holidays rapidly approaching.
The steaming mashed potatoes were almost cold on the table as Mara spoke harshly to her late-arriving daughter. "Where have you been, young lady?" she asked, all her frustrations suddenly coming to the fore as she faced the blonde teenager. Something about the girl's carefree, almost fresh attitude was upsetting to the disturbed young mother, and she could feel herself getting angrier and angrier as she listened to Lee's casual reply.
"Oh ... I was shopping ... Christmas is coming, you know!" Lee took off her wraps and after taking them into the living room to toss them on the back of a chair, she returned to the table and breathlessly sat down.
"That's what you said last night, Lee!" Mara said pointedly. She'd been avoiding an argument with her daughter because of Joe's presence, but now her brother's silent form at the table didn't deter her. She was genuinely worried about Lee's attitude and the thought that she might be seeing some boy more than she should was becoming increasingly upsetting.
Lee had piled her plate full of mashed potatoes, peas, and lamb chops. Already her full pink lips were opening to receive an enormous forkful of some of each. "And that's what I was doing last night, Mom!" Lee replied. "Whatsa matter, don't you believe me?"
Mara was slightly taken aback. Lee seemed actually amused by her anger. "I ... I didn't say I didn't believe you. I just don't see why you must be late every evening!"
"I won't be anymore, Mom. Promise! Hi, Uncle Joe ... how are you?"
"Uh ... just fine, just fine. Delicious dinner, Mara!" Joe couldn't meet his niece's inquiring eyes. The memory of what had happened between them the other night was still dim, and there was a lot of it that he couldn't recall at all. But Joe did know that somehow, God only knew how, he had been in Lee's room sucking her little cunt like there was no tomorrow! Ever since that first night, he'd done his best to avoid the young girl, to pretend that it hadn't happened. But Lee had seemed determined to remind him of it every chance she got. Much as he didn't want to, Joe was afraid that the whole situation at his sister's house had gotten so out of hand that he would have to leave shortly.
"I'm fine too!" Lee replied. "Doesn't the holiday spirit just get to you?"
"I can't say it's gotten to me yet," Mara said softly, almost to herself. She was fed up. Let-had effectively changed the conversation, and Mara would again be left wondering what the young girl was up to. She hoped she wouldn't have to have another one of those embarrassing conversations about sex with her. It was hard to know what to say, especially since Mara herself could remember just how she'd felt at the age of fourteen.
The auburn-haired doctor's wife excused herself from the table and went into the kitchen. Maybe Paul was right, maybe she ought to get a maid and housekeeper and not have to be bothered with cooking and cleaning. They could certainly afford it, but Mara was worried that she would be too bored. Unlike some other women who wanted to work or to do creative things, Mara didn't feel any such urge within her, and if someone else took over the housework she visualized herself sitting around twiddling her thumbs all day long.
As she began to clean up the pots and pans, the harassed housewife felt much more comfortable. The kitchen was her room, after all, and she'd left all the problems out there in the dining room. She began to go over the things she would say to her daughter when she got the chance.
Something about respect, of course. "Boys respect girls who are not too easy ... too fast!" What words did one use these days, she wondered.
And while she was thinking of words to use what could she say to her brother about his drinking?
Running water over the big black pan, Mara thought wryly that she didn't much blame her brother for drinking secretly. He'd been through a lot, and to tell the truth, she felt very much like having a drink herself at the moment. Mara looked in the cabinet where the liquor was kept, and pulled out the new bottle of Chwas Regal that she'd bought. She'd tried putting the brandy, which seemed to be Joe's favorite, in another place, and by morning she would know if her brother's thirst had led him to search it out. If that proved to be true, she thought, pouring herself a large glass of the expensive Scotch, then she would talk with him.
The glass felt good in her hand, cool and substantial, and Mara was glad that she'd thought of it as she let the smooth liquor, trickle down her throat. Immediately it gave her that warm feeling in the pit of her belly and a sense of being more sure of herself. Being careful not to let the ice tinkle, she drank it down and then after straightening up the kitchen with the exception of her daughter's plate, she made herself another drink and breezily marched through the dining room.
"I'm going upstairs, folks," she said, holding her glass down to the side so that neither her brother nor her daughter, who were still sitting at the table, could see it. "See you later!"
"See you, Mom ... dinner was great!" Lee smiled and winked across the table at her uncle, amused by the fact that he blushed and turned away as usual. Then as her mother disappeared upstairs, she leaned across the table and whispered hoarsely to her uncle, "You mustn't think it's your fault, Uncle Joe! I wanted you to do it! I loved it!"
* * *
Paul pulled his Buick into the driveway, turned off the ignition and got out. He was exhausted, and thought perhaps he might sleep after all that evening without any of the tormenting dreams he'd been having. All the lights were out in the house save one in the living room left on for him. Paul foraged in the kitchen and ate a cold lamb chop on his way upstairs. It was almost I:30 a.m. and he had to be up early in the morning. As he entered the darkened bedroom, Paul looked down at his sleeping wife and thought that she certainly had all the luck. What an easy life! He undressed slowly and finally fell into bed beside his wife's curvaceous sleeping figure. Turning his back to her, he fell into a deep sleep almost instantly, and his snores were added to the soft sounds of his wife's breathing.
It was almost 3:30 a.m. by the time the young doctor started to dream. She was in it again. Susan smiled and told him she loved him more than anything on earth and begged him to go away with her, to leave Mara and the baby to be with her!
In the dream, Paul answered much as he had in real life, "You know I can't do that, Susan. I couldn't do a thing like that to Mara." But then his dreaming self went on, taking the young blonde woman in his arms. She was no relation to him, but she was a kind of extended sister-in-law, being Joe's wife's sister. Whatever she was, Paul wanted her, wanted her as he had ever since she'd come into his office that day.
She'd called and called until he'd agreed to see her alone and they'd begun the torrid affair that had always remained a secret from his wife and everyone else.
"God, I want you, Susan. God, I love fucking you!" .
"Then fuck me, lover. Fuck me now!"
And in the dream Paul was fucking her, feeling that golden-haired cunt slipping around his upward worming cock, feeling the small blonde temptress beginning to writhe and moan beneath him as she felt his lustfully rising cock going higher and higher into the dark tightness of her willingly widespread pussy.
It was then that she began to call him by another name. "Oh Joe ... Joe ... I love your cock sooooo much ... I love it!"
She had never done this in real life, but Paul had found out later that all during their affair, she'd been screwing Joe, his wife's brother. Even though Susan had claimed Joe had tried to rape her, Paul knew better. He knew better because he asked her, confronted her angrily with the whole thing, and she'd spat the truth back at him.
"Sure I was fucking him. And not only him, baby! This little girl-likes cock and plenty of it. That and money. You've got both but you've got so many scruples about your wife and kid, you can't loosen up enough!"
In the dream Paul did what he did in real life, only it was different in the dream because Mara and teenage Lee were standing right there watching him, egging him on, and somehow it only made him angry at all of them. They had all tricked him somehow, all the women in his life had made a fool of him.
"I'll give you cock! I'll give you cock in that ass you like to wave at everything in pants!"
Mara awoke to feel the same insistent prodding of her husband's desire-hardened cock against the warm split of her buttocks, and she realized that her doctor husband wanted to make love again the way he had the other night. She felt willing enough. She wanted to very much, in fact, the Scotch having warmed her blood and made her feel a strong desire burning within her loins ... the kind of desire that needed something more than the usual love-making to satisfy it. She needed the same kind of illicit loving that Paul had given her the other night when she'd imagined him to be a stranger!
"Darling," she said softly, turning over toward him.
"Don't bother to turn over. Just kneel up!" The tone of her husband's voice was frightening, but an odd chill went up her spine as the young wife and mother hesitantly did as she was told. Behind her, she felt her nightgown being lifted so that her full-blown white buttocks were exposed to his sight.
Still half asleep, Paul looked down at the creamy smoothness of the two mounds of naked ass-flesh and recalled how it had been with Susan. He felt the same old anger surge up inside him. "Spread those legs wider!" he commanded.
Now fully awake, Paul heard his young wife moan and a perverse smile played upon his lips. Suddenly, he bent forward and licked the small brown opening of her tightly puckered little anus.
"NNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOO!! ! " Mara cringed at the awful wet feeling back there in her unprotected nether crevice. She shuddered at the thought that her husband would do such a thing to her. It seemed so crudely obscene that she could only protest in the most perfunctory way. It was like being with another man ... a stranger ... a man who was bent on humiliating her to the greatest extent possible.
She felt powerless to move from her obscene hands-and-knees position on the bed as her angry husband's tongue continued to lick teasingly in the crack of her naked buttocks, sending lewd chills of excitement and terror running through her. She felt even more ashamed and embarrassed, and somehow more naked than she had ever been before.
"Spread them wider!" Paul cried gruffly, beginning to really enjoy the torment he was putting her through.
"You'll learn to like it," he assured his frightened wife, leaning farther into her long, beautiful legs which were spread so far apart that she could feel the tendons of her straining thighs pulling hard. Then suddenly Paul's wet tongue was gone, and she thought for a moment that it would be all over soon. But almost instantly, she felt a quick sharp pain in her rectum. With alarm, Mara realized that he had wormed his finger into her tightly clenched anus and was pushing and working it and sinking its insistent thickness into her tenderly yielding nether flesh. She tried to squirm away from his crudely probing finger, but he held her fast with his other hand around her hips, beginning to twist his finger in the depths of her rubbery channel, sliding it steadily inward despite Mara's continuing protests.
"NNNNNNnnnnnggghhhhh ... AAAAAHHHHHhhhhhlllll!" she cried out in torment. The pain was horrible! But worse ... worse than the pain ... the shame of it all! No one had ever touched her back there. She had read of such things, but never ... never would she have thought it would be happening to her!
"PAUL! STOP! YOU'VE GOT TO STOP!! ! "
"So you want me stop, huh?" he inquired as if speaking to a spoiled child. "All right then, I'll stop..."
Paul finally realized that what he was doing was an extension of his lewd dream, but now he also realized that he was going to go through with it. Why shouldn't he? For some reason which he couldn't quite make his sleep-fogged mind formulate, he was unutterably furious with his red-haired wife. He was going to fuck his wife back there. FUCK HER RIGHT IN THE ASS!
He withdrew his finger, feeling the smooth rubbery folds inside of her rectum clinging tenaciously to it, almost as if it were reluctant to be freed from the unwanted entry. His huge, swelling penis was aching hard, and he wanted to get on with it. He moved forward and pressed his lust-engorged cock-head to the tiny opening, feeling the narrow trembling crevice surround the front portion of his swollen penis.
"PPPPAAAAUUUULLLLLLL!! ! " Mara gasped, frozen with fear. He was actually going to have intercourse with her that way! But her cries were interrupted by his sudden forward motion. The swollen tip of his impatiently straining cock pushed hard at his wife's protesting rectum, pushed hard and then harder still and in the midst of Mara's shrieks of pain, the tiny tightness of her futilely resisting entrance gave way and his lust-bloated cock-head sank just inside her puckering anus.
"AAAAARRRRGGGGHHHHRRRRGGGG!" Mara writhed in helpless agony. The unnatural entry brought a searing pain that radiated throughout her brutally ravished loins, sending shafts of stabbing torment driving throughout her nakedly kneeling body.
"PAUL! YOU'VE GOT TO STOP! YOU'RE KILLING ME ... YOU'VE GOT TO STOP!! ! PAULLLLLL!! ! ! "
But ignoring her cries once again, Paul pushed his long thick penis another few inches up into his wife's severely stretched anal passage. Listening to her cries, he told himself that he had to go through with the whole thing now, no matter what. He had to feel his excitedly throbbing penis deep up inside her soft, clenching ass-cheeks. Already her rectum was contracting with hard squeezes, trying to expel his massive rod of blood-engorged male flesh, but these frantic efforts on Mara's part were only serving to give him a luxuriously tingling sucking sensation all around his swollen cock-shaft. He could feel his desire-hardened penis sliding all the way forward, high up into the tight canal, unmercifully pushing the tiny ridges of rectal flesh before it as it went. A gigantic shudder traversed Mara's body and she fell forward on her face. She recalled bitterly the other evening when they had made such beautiful love and he had given her so much pleasure in a very different position.
But this time it was different.
Everything was different. Her whole life had changed and she would never be the same again.
"Oh God, please ... please..." Mara's arms were trembling with the strain of supporting her body in this submissive position, and as they collapsed beneath her, her head went crashing into the rumpled bedcovers and her firmly shaped breasts surged forward to smother her. With her sorely aching ass-cheeks still waving high in the air, she lay completely quiet for an instant, overcome by the thickly churning piston of flesh that lay still imbedded deep in her defenseless belly. He was probably ruining her back there. She couldn't imagine ever being normal there again.
The smooth cushions of her buttocks were being spread even wider by her husband's large hands, and she cursed the day that she had married him. Through a haze of pain, she wondered if indeed all of this was really happening to her. But it definitely was, and her cries were now just muffled sobs into the pillow. Feeling that her resistance had decreased, Paul began a steady fucking up into his wife's softly trembling back passage. It felt too good for him to stop now. He felt no anger against her now, just a need to cum deep inside the tightly pulsing sleeve of her rebelling rectum.
Beneath him, Mara tried to adjust her position so that it would hurt less, but each move she made caused the pain to swell violently inside her, and she realized that Paul behind her was getting more and more pleasure from all her efforts to escape the pain. He increased the strength of his cruel strokes into her defenseless anal passage and Mara began to construe each brutally delving stroke of her husband's lust-engorged cock as specific punishment for her misdeeds. Yes, she certainly deserved this terrible experience. As in her childhood fantasies of hell, this could definitely be it. Hell was not an afterlife, it was happening right now.
Her pain-wracked insides began expecting each new savage stroke and her desperately jerking ass-cheeks received the buffeting of Paul's thrusting loins with a new masochistic pleasure.
Paul looked down at the incredible sight of his lustfully swollen instrument grinding in and out of his wife's virginal nether flesh. It glistened dully and was a deep purplish color as it left the desperately straining confines of her ravaged rectum. He let his hands roam down underneath her soft belly, knowing that she would no longer try to get away from him. His fingers found the golden hair-covered mound of her pussy, and with one swift insinuating motion, he spread the soft cushions of heated flesh that formed her cuntal lips and slid his outstretched middle finger hard up into the already wet and slippery inner tissues.
Arching upward into her wide-stretched rear passage with his lust-bloated hardness, the young doctor slid another finger into her vagina and began tickling the gentle folds of her moisture-filled softness. He knew now that in spite of her total revulsion at the act he was performing, she would not be able to resist his playing with the tiny sensation-filled bud of her clitoris.
Unwanted pleasure began seeping throughout Mara's nakedly besieged loins as her husband's fingers continued to slide expertly between the hair-fringed pillows of her excitedly tingling pussy, wriggling in obscene rhythm in the hot moist slit.
"MMMMMmmmmm ... ooooohhhhhh!" she wailed with a completely different tone now. The extent of her arousal was now apparent to her feverishly fucking husband, and he felt his long hard penis slithering deeper inside her acquiescing rear passage than he had ever thought it would go.
"SAY YOU LOVE TAKING IT UP THE ASS!"
Mara, half crazy with the conflicting emotions rife within her, squealed weakly.
A deliberately teasing flick of her husband's thumb at her swollen clitoris made her jerk with uncontrollable desire and then his fingers were fucking more fiercely into her flowering pussy, rising high and hard up into the softly sucking folds.
"A A A A AHHHHHH!" Pleasure flooded her passion-tortured body from all sides and even her savagely ravished rectum began to respond to Paul's churning cock in a different way. With a gulp, her lips parted once more.
"Yessssss ... fuck ... fuck me ... FUCK ME UP THE ASS!! " She had never in her life used these obscene words and she was surprised at how satisfying it felt to hear herself uttering them. Her whole body undulated and twitched lewdly before him as her mouth gaped open and her panting grew heavier and faster. She was dancing obscenely back at Paul's madly lunging penis, her knees quaking and her heart in her mouth. Her warmly seeping pussy squirmed in naked and shameless abandon around her husband's two probing fingers.
He fucked hard into her nakedly splayed ass-cheeks while toying with her desire-drenched pussy, easily bringing her to a point of frenzied delight that amazed him. Her tightly clutching anus was suddenly gripping his ramrod cock in violent spasms and he knew that she was cumming.
"YOU BITCH!" he groaned. "ALL THESE YEARS ... I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN YOU WOULD HAVE LIKED IT!! ! " Teeth tightly clenched, he ground his lust-swollen pistoning cock into her, his fingers impaling her flooding pussy and feeling his own lustfully driving hardness pounding into her from behind.
"OOOOOOHHHHHH OH OH OH OH OH!" he cried out, feeling his own white-hot male cum suddenly spurting voluminously far up into his beautiful young wife's squirming rectum.
"SHIT! FUCK YOU BITCH! UP YOUR ASS!
I'M CUMMING UP YOUR TIGHT BITCH ASS!! ! " His cum was racing up into her with tremendous speed as Mara arched her back and flexed her buttocks hard against her husband's heavily invading length, tightening and opening her climaxing pussy.
"YYYYYEEEESSSSSSsssss ... " she cried out as she descended into an all-enveloping cloud of explosive orgasm.
"FILL MEEEEEEEEE!" she shrieked, a fine spray of froth foaming from the corner of her lips. "ME TOO ... MAKE ME CUM TOO ... MAKE MEEEEEAAAAHHHHHH!"
CHAPTER FIVE
"Lee, baby, stay a little bit longer, just a little bit!"
"No, Jimmy, I have to get home now ... we've gone too far as it is!"
"Not far enough!" Jimmy said boldly. He could feel Lee's hot fingers caressing his nakedly throbbing cock right there in the front seat of the car. The heater was on and they were plenty warm enough considering how worked up both the teenagers were. Every evening now they'd been meeting like this, and each night Jimmy had been encouraged by his fourteen year old girl friend to "go a little farther" with her! The young boy could scarcely control his excitement as bit by bit he had gotten to feel more and more of Lee's silken naked flesh beneath her clothes. And now tonight she had touched him, holding his hot young cock and stroking it while she shivered and cooed as he slipped his middle finger high up into the damp unresisting pit of her virginally tight cunt.
Now he flicked his finger just the slightest bit, high up inside her, and Lee groaned with desire. "You know you want it just as much as I do!" Jimmy said. "Don't you? Admit it!"
"Yes, yes I do, Jimmy," Lee admitted, "but not yet ... not just yet."
Lee knew that she wanted to, but she wanted everything to be just right when it happened. Everything had to be just perfect. It had to be natural, and there wouldn't be any doubt in her mind about that being what she wanted to do! Natural the way it had been when her Uncle Joe had sucked her so deliciously between the legs. She wanted to give in to her teenage lover easily and without discussion. God, it would be beautiful!
"Okay," Jimmy said with an exasperated cling of his teeth. Reluctantly he pulled his probing, worming finger out of the clinging orifice of Lee's seeping little pussy. The sweet odor of her arousal hung heavy in the car, as with a groan Jimmy felt the fourteen year old doctor's daughter give his aching cock a last loving squeeze before letting it go.
As the young boy drove her home, Lee couldn't help thinking some more about Uncle Joe, her mother's brother. She decided that she'd finally given up on him. At first, after the incredible experience in her room, the blonde teenager had thought that the two of them would have an exciting secret relationship. But nothing of the sort had happened, and Lee had gotten a little disgusted seeing him drunk at just about any time of the day. School was out now for the holidays, and now she had plenty of time to find out that Uncle Joe didn't seem at all interested in having anything to do with her. It was humiliating to say the least, and Lee had begun to resent the older man, and to resent the forbidden pleasure she had known that one time with him.
She would have to find someone else with whom to share her most intimate moments, that much was clear. Jimmy was all right, but he lacked a certain something that Lee expected to find in the perfect lover.
Quickly the scenery changed as the two young people drove back into time, and within a little while Lee jumped out at the corner of her street and waved a cheery good-bye to Jimmy. Jimmy himself did not look nearly so cheery, and Lee thought he'd probably look much worse when he realized that she wasn't going to be seeing him again.
Excited by her own decision, and still feeling a pleasant tingling within the moistly secreting walls of her panty-clad pussy, Lee marched toward home, humming a Christmas carol to herself. She was late again, but so what? The way her mother had been moping around recently, she was sure she wouldn't say anything. It would be unusual to find her doctor-father home yet ... and Uncle Joe would be blind by this time anyway. In a way she was freer than she'd ever been. It was a nice feeling.
The warmth of the house rushed to meet her face as she entered the living room. A delicious smell lingered in the air, and Lee realized that her mother had probably made fruit cakes that day. Only one more week till Christmas!
In the kitchen she found a note from her mother stating that she'd gone out shopping while the stores were open late and that Lee should make herself some dinner. Lee peered into the refrigerator and found the remains of a frozen Sara Lee Cake and devoured it all in short time. Still licking her fingers, she went into the living room and was going up the stairs to her room when she heard her uncle's voice. "Hey!"
Lee turned, her bright flaring pants whirling with her, showing the tight curves of her buttocks, the shapely hips and the flat little belly of which she was so proud. Puzzled, she looked around for her uncle and finally discovered him deeply ensconced in the big living room easy chair, so low that he was almost invisible until you looked carefully.
"Hi, Uncle Joe," she said cheerfully. Bombed out of his skull! she thought, looking at the older man with undisguised disgust. "Drinking again?"
"You got a better idea?"
"Yeah, why don't you look at TV or read a good book. There's a Bing Crosby special on tonight, and there's lots of books in Dad's study."
Joe glared at the young girl through bloodshot eyes. "If that's so, then why are you spreading your legs every night?" he answered, a surly tone in his voice as he imagined the fine young girl doing with others what she had allowed him to do several nights before. He'd had more to drink than usual, getting into the cooking sherry when he'd emptied what was left of the Scotch. Joe was particularly disturbed because of the things his sister had said to him earlier about his drinking, and he'd told her he'd be leaving in the morning. Even though she'd said that all he had to do was cut down on his drinking, Joe had told her he was his own man, and he'd drink as much as he wanted and he'd leave in the morning. Now, he watched as his fourteen year old niece turned away from him and ran up the stairs, upset by his words. It occurred to him that what had actually happened the other night in his niece's room was that she had come on to him. That it actually hadn't been his fault at all! And since he couldn't remember the details clearly, that seemed a good explanation to his tormented brain. He ruminated upon this one fact for some time, until the hardness of his lustfully throbbing cock drove him up the stairs behind his sister's daughter.
It would serve her right! She's been asking for it! She wanted it! And by Christ, he wanted to give it to her and get rid of some of the built-up tension inside him!
He grasped for the handle of her bedroom door, lurching against the door as he turned it, deciding to force it open even if it was locked. But it wasn't locked, and he entered the room like the proverbial bull entering a china shop.
Lee was standing in the middle of the room, her baby-doll nightie just settling over her trim adolescent nakedness. She screamed as she saw her drunken uncle approaching her. "Get out of here, Uncle Joe!" Instantly, the young girl realized what her uncle had in mind, and she held out her arms as if to hold him off.
"Wait! No, no ... no!" she begged. But his hands were running all over her body, everywhere he could touch before her hands were pushing him away.
"Don't get all upset. You weren't upset the other night. I won't hurt you ... besides, you've been fucked before!"
"No, no, please! Stop talking like that! No one has ever done it to me before. You can't make me do it, you just can't! I'll tell mom ... I'll tell dad!"
"Tell 'em what you like. I'm leaving anyway, and the way I've been treated around here, I don't expect to ever be coming back! Come on ... I'll show you what you can do with that boy friend you've been seeing, if you're really telling the truth. He'll be grateful to me for showing you all the ropes. There's nothing worse than a chick who doesn't know how to fuck right!"
Wild thoughts of getting away and running outside the house to find help came to the young girl, but she knew that she could never tell any of the neighbors, much less her own mother or father, what was happening ... what she herself had probably caused to happen! And then he was drawing her to him, disregarding her small hands beating against his chest, his powerful arms crushing her to him as his hot mouth came down in search of hers, finding it and pressing his lips wetly to hers in a tight grinding kiss.
Joe's helpless young niece groaned and struggled feebly for a sudden panicky moment, feeling her uncle's hand pressed hard in the softness of her breast, naked beneath her nightgown. Futilely, she allowed herself to go limp, realizing that he would never let her loose if she fought him.
"There now, that wasn't all that bad, was it?" he blew whiskey fumes into the young girl's face as he scrutinized her with bloodshot eyes. "Just let yourself go like you did the other night when I was licking your cunt! Remember how you wiggled and groaned, moving your pussy up into my face so I could tickle your little clit with my tongue?"
Lee moaned in desperation. She couldn't fight her uncle. He was too strong for her, and she knew that any more pleading would be useless. With a terrified shiver she tried not to make any effort toward stopping his hand that slipped inside the neck of her nightgown, cupping her naked breasts and sending surprising licking flames of passion surging over her captive flesh.
"Let's get naked!" he said suddenly, lewdly, and the words were ugly and disgusting to the young girl, bringing realization back to her of the magnitude of what was happening to her there in her own room. She thought again of breaking away, of running ... running ... running but she doubted that her legs would even carry her now. He was standing there, already beginning to strip himself of his clothing while she stared helplessly, uncertain as to what action would be best to take. This was certainly a far cry from the perfect moment she had envisioned only an hour or so before. Now here she was with her 36 year old uncle raving drunk, wanting to do things to her that she didn't want to do!
Then he was pushing her back toward the bed, pushing her back upon it while he still struggled with his clothing in his drunken state. Weakly, young Lee rolled her head back and forth in limp protest, and then when he was naked to the waist, he moved toward her again, his arms coming out toward her as her hand went flat against his hot muscular chest, the patch of wiry dark chest hair tickling her palm and then his mouth was glued to hers once more, his tongue sliding between her lips past the barrier of her small white teeth. She found herself sucking at it and warring with it by thrusting and jabbing with her own small tongue. Unconsciously, she let her hand slide down over his chest, her fingertips raking the tiny male nipple, then squeezing and rolling it as he had done to her.
Lee felt her uncle's hand tracing up the soft hot flesh of her inner thighs, pushing her nightgown back with it and letting the air caress their nakedness. Momentarily, her breath caught in her throat as his fingers slid gently inside the tight elastic leg band of her pajama panties, parting the sensitive lips of her vagina once more to tenderly slip into its heated wetness and find the soft inner folds that enshrined her clitoris.
It was then that Lee realized that her drunken uncle wasn't going to be satisfied with what he had gotten the last time they were alone together. Tonight he was going to want more ... much more. She froze for a second, finally coming to life to squirm and struggle with renewed strength as she tried to rake her fingernails into the flesh of his hairy chest.
"Goddamn you!" Uncle Joe snarled, lurching backward to get beyond the reach of her razor-like claws. "What in hell's wrong with you?" he slurred.
"Get away from me ... stay away, Uncle Joe! Don't touch me again ... you drunken animal!"
Joe reached out, catching her wrists and holding them fast, throwing his weight on top of her and almost crushing her into the bed with his powerful body until she could move not a muscle.
"All right ... ya cock-teasing little bitch! You wanna do it the hard way, we'll do it the hard way!" he growled, reaching down between there to hook his fingers into the wispy material of the panties of her baby doll pajamas. He ripped them away with one powerfully vicious jerk. "I was gonna make it nice for ya ... seein' as how it's your first time and all ... but now ... now I'm gonna fuck ya like a horny stallion and you're gonna like it!! ! "
"No, Uncle Joe ... please don't ... I'm sorry I scratched you ... please don't!" young Lee pleaded, hot tears of terror streaming down her cheeks as he grabbed her roughly, dragging her down onto the bed, shoving her shortie night gown up over her waist, the full ripeness of her milk-white thighs, the soft blonde pubic hair covering her loins and the flatness of her tight little belly now visible to him. Then Lee could sense him fumbling with his pants and saw them slide away down his hips, and she caught a glimpse of the thick hard penis held menacingly in his hand. Finally, he was forcing his way between her legs, spreading her thighs unmercifully as he guided his huge blood-swollen member forward, shoving her legs behind the knees roughly to raise them high as he used the thick rubbery head of his cock to part the fleshy lips of her futilely resisting young cunt.
The frightened virgin tossed her head wildly, closing her eyes with a shudder of horror as she felt the electric contact against the sensitive edges of her involuntarily flowing pussy. She held her breath for what seemed to be an eternity, petrified in utter subjugation under him.
"Oooohhh, dear God..." she gasped, as she felt the first hard pressure against the tight elastic opening of her unused vagina.
"Nnnnggg," she gagged in pain as the thick uncircumcised tip slipped through, stretching cruelly the tight resilient passage until the skewered teenager felt as though her thighs were splitting apart from the almost unbearable pressure.
"NOOooo ... UNCLE JOE, PLEASE ... YOU'RE HURTING ME ... YOU'RE HURTING ME!! " Lee's voice rose in desperate plea, but she knew she was helpless to stop this painful penetration of her innocent vagina.
There was no one who could save her now, no one she could scream to for help. She jerked her eyes open in terror and saw the evil, sadistic grin on her uncle's face above her, his teeth flashing weirdly in the light. He was killing her and he was reveling in it! He was relishing the sight of her suffering beneath the cruelty of his slow, relentless impalement of her helplessly exposed virginal cunt.
Then the grin twisting his face gave way to a contorted grimace of sheer, raw lust, as if he could barely stand it any longer, this debauched sight of his niece lying helpless beneath him, innocent and utterly exposed, with the head of his lust-engorged cock disappearing into the damp blonde hair of her never-before used pussy.
"Jesus H. Christ! I gotta fuck you good! Comin' to get ya, baby!"
Joe came down heavily upon his slender niece, his weight crushing her still budding young breasts back against her chest. He thrust his hips forward with the same motion, sending his long sleek cock sliding into her cunt with a roaring fury, pushing the soft moist flesh of her vaginal walls in pressured waves before him. There was no stopping him now, and a minute later, with a loud groan from deep in his chest, his balls slapped heavily into the upturned cheeks of her tightly clenched buttocks.
"NNNNNNOOOOO!" she wailed beneath her sex-crazed uncle. She had never been entered by anything larger than a finger and now ... now she was filled with hard throbbing male flesh. Her virginally tight cunt felt as if his plunging rod had ripped it into a thousand tiny shreds. He had speared into her without mercy or thought of injury, the chunky head of his throbbing penis ripping away her hymen as if it were tissue paper, and now his lustfully pulsing shaft lay sunk deep in her tender belly, filling every part of her insides. It was as if a white-hot pole of living fire had been rammed up between her legs and there wasn't one tiny ridge of its flesh that Lee could not feel as it pressed tight against the soft sensitive walls of her quivering cunt, a thundering weapon enclosed in the moist warm sheath like a lance driven deep into a cowering victim.
Joe lay unmoving for a moment, his face directly above his young teenage niece's. She too remained immobile, afraid to stir for fear of the agony it would cause. Silence, except for their labored breathing, hung between them for a long while, and then Lee felt a painful throb deep inside her. The length and width of her uncle's massive hardness jerking up into her another fraction of an inch as he flexed it within her helplessly splayed vagina.
"That's some tight little pussy you got, little girl," he slurred drunkenly. "But don't worry ... by the time I'm through with ya, it'll be nice and wide so your boy friends won't have any trouble gettin' in!"
He flexed his penis once more and the blonde teenager groaned, the cords in her neck standing out from the pressure of her resistance.
"Do you like it?" he grinned down at her in brutish delight at the agonized expression of her face.
She didn't answer, only rolled her head in pain.
"I asked you a question, you little teenage prick-tease." He flexed his penis once more. "Beg me for it!" he snarled with contemptuous coldness.
"I don't understand, Uncle Joe ... what ... what do you want?"
"Beg me to fuck ya ... come on ... beg me for it ... ya know ya want it!" Once more, her drunken uncle throbbed his plundering rod of flesh up deep into her untouched young womb.
"NOOOO! DON'T. . .PLEASE DON'T MAKE ME DO THIS, UNCLE JOE!" Lee fought with all her strength and courage to escape the depraved humiliation her uncle was trying to inflict upon her. She could not willingly surrender to him ... she just couldn't!
Joe throbbed deeper and deeper, suddenly ripping at the flimsiness of her shortie night gown until her naked breasts were exposed to his clawing, squeezing hands.
"Do it!" he commanded. "Beg me for my prick!"
"ALL RIGHT!" Lee sobbed, her resistance fleeting from her in the face of the pain and the helplessness of her position. "Do it to me! Do it to me!"
"Not like that! Say 'fuck'! I want to hear you say 'FUCK ME'! "
"FUCK ME ... FUCK ME ... FUCK ME ... FUCK MEEEE!" Lee managed to hiss out the obscene words through clenched teeth, tears gushing from her eyes as she spat out at her uncle. What did it matter now? Now there was nothing left but the huge fleshy instrument buried deep inside her painfully inflamed vagina.
She knew that he sensed the loss of her last remaining ounce of resistance and clamping his wet mouth over hers he began a slow rocking motion between her thighs. The agony was like tiny explosions of gunpowder inside her cunt, searing the soft sensitive flesh as his see-saw motion widened the tight narrow passage with each short smooth stroke and she groaned in hopeless defeat beneath her mother's desire-crazed brother.
And then suddenly, the young girl's helplessly trapped body, as though it were severed from her resisting brain, commenced an involuntary reaction of its own. Lewd flames of desire were coursing unwanted through her veins, and she no longer bore the will to fight them. She had lost the battle and now she knew that in spite of her repugnance and horror she was about to surrender totally to this drunken man forcing his way brutally between her widespread legs. The mere thought sent chills running along the base of her spine as she felt the slow rhythm of Uncle Joe's cock skewering wetly up into her untried vagina.
And after all, she thought to herself, isn't this what I really wanted all this time?
The fourteen year old's whole body began to twist and writhe beneath him and she groaned incessantly up into the wetness of his mouth, shoving her tongue with an abrupt abandon deep into his throat. Faint mewls of servile acceptance raised from her chest in torrents, her face wrung with passion, her mouth toiling, her slender neck straining, her nostrils flaring, a light film of perspiration bursting out onto her forehead under her tangled blonde hair.
The teenage girl felt her uncle slip his hands down over the naked curves of her hips and slide them beneath the soft, smooth moons of her moving buttocks, cupping them harshly with each hand as he began to thrust with greater frenzy into her open cunt. Unconsciously, she flexed and relaxed her nubile ass-cheeks while he clutched his fingers tightly into the firm white flesh. He jerked her up harder to his loins and she pulled her thighs back a little more, the moist wet hole of her cunt spreading open to receive his cock to greater and greater depths.
The maddening pain had passed now and Lee's legs on either side of his lewdly impaling shaft of flesh were jerking and quivering in an abandon she could not control. She closed her eyes, slavering her tongue up into his mouth, low hums of velvety pleasure rumbling in her throat. She knew the cords in her neck and thighs were standing out hard and tense with the force of her youthful passion as she writhed under her 36 year old uncle. There was no longer any thought but the delicious sensation of lying beneath this man, who was fucking her against her will, and giving back to him what he was giving her.
Joe slaved above his young niece, moving suddenly into longer, smoother strokes that drew his cock nearly out of her clasping vagina on the backstroke and then plunging forward again into her uplifted buttocks until she felt the harsh slap of his balls against the narrow exposed crevice of her anus. Momentarily, she felt his middle finger tracing down the tight indented skin of her creamy ass-cheeks until he found the small puckered hole cradled defenselessly below. Once more, she experienced a shortness of breath as he penetrated it with a sudden quick movement, feeling the soft rubbery nether flesh yielding to his cruel assault.
But still he gave no mercy. He worked his finger around inside, stretching the rubbery softness wider and wider as he ground his pulsing hardness into her aching loins. She felt a second finger making its way up into her tortured rectum and the deep guttural noises coming from her chest eased into whimpers of pain, slowly subsiding to give way to greater moans of pleasure as her anus became accustomed to the strange unnatural invasion. He brought his other hand around to where his feverishly thrusting cock was sliding with a smooth rush in and out of her clasping pussy-flesh and she felt him begin to fondle the soft hair-lined lips of her cunt, milking at his rampaging cock and driving her wild with spasms of lust as his fingers brushed over her naked clitoris. He continued to play there until softer groans of unrestrained ecstasy formed in her throat and escaped her parted pink lips. Her widening vagina seemed to gape in greedy desire now, swallowing the whole of his cock that he was plunging mercilessly to the very core of her acquiescing young body, i
Suddenly, he quickened his thrust, hot and pulsating and deep and the tormenting agony of pleasure caused her to thrash beneath him. She felt him rip his fingers from her ravaged anus with a wet hissing sound, their loss suddenly disconcerting to her, but then he was pressing his hands under her knees, pushing them back hard until they were almost touching her shoulders, laying the flat plane of her pussy wide open to the pile-driving pounding of his loins as he thrust brutally into her.
Grunting, groaning, grinding hard and deep, his lust-engorged cock bored hard up into the hidden recesses of the young girl's tingling womb. Her golden pussy curls were drenched with the moisture of her excitement and her loins blazed at her mind, overpowering all thought other than that of the undeniable pressure building within her loins. She was vaguely aware of her uncle's hands running over her naked flesh like searing tongues of fire and the hot friction of his body as he squirmed and swarmed against her.
The teenager panted and writhed, her uncle's cock a huge, unrelenting animal, raging and hurling its way into her, making her tingle from the tips of her toes to the top of her pale blonde head.
"Yyyyeeesss ... like that ... ohhhhhhh like that ... I'mmmm cccuuummmiiinng! OH GOD, UNCLE JOE, THANK YOU! I'MMMM CUMMMMIINNGG!"
And even as Lee jerked and bucked against him, she felt her inebriated uncle's desire-hardened cock grow huge once more and begin to pump its hot, thick male sperm far up into her softly quivering belly, and the combined juices of their passion mingled deep down inside in a wet pool of lewd passion the blonde fourteen year old had never dreamed could possibly exist.
CHAPTER SIX
"Oh, please stay until Christmas at least!" Joe awoke in his own bed, groggy and hungover, with the tender imploring words of his sister's daughter echoing in his mind. Christ, he'd fucked the shit out of her! His aching cock throbbed hard at the lewd memory of what had transpired between uncle and niece during the night, and he recalled the unexpected emotion that had sprung up afterward between them as they lay nestled in each others arms. In almost fifteen long years, she was the only person who had given him the kind of real human kindness he needed. He felt a surge of gratefulness spreading throughout his alcohol-battered system as the first glimmer of hope for himself shone into the dim recesses of his brain.
The 36 year old outcast stretched his naked form lengthwise beneath the covers and" looked toward the window of his bedroom. Frost had created patterns of feathery enchantment upon his window and he could see the dark bare branches of the tall trees outside above the top pane. Snow still clung to the tree limbs and Joe had a sudden longing to go outside and walk for a while. He had been out of the house only a few times since he'd arrived, but now Joe felt a renewal of the love he'd once felt for the area in which he'd been born and brought up. He wanted suddenly to take his sister up on the offer to go out and see the old house they'd lived in as kids. Perhaps he would stay until Christmas!
* * *
"Uncle Joe and I are going out for a ride, Lee. Do you need any more wrapping paper for your presents?"
"No thanks, Mom, I have everything I need!" Lee smiled and in a spontaneous gesture of warmth went up to both her mother and her uncle and hugged them. "I just feel so wonderful!" she cried. "Isn't life beautiful?"
Mara had to admit that she herself was feeling just a little bit better. Nothing had changed between herself and her husband. They were still at dagger's point, without Mara quite understanding why. But now that her brother hadn't touched a drop of liquor for two whole days, she felt much, much better. And today they were even going for a ride and to look at the old house, and maybe she'd be able to talk to him the way they used to when they were younger.
"Yes, yes darling," Mara replied. "I guess it is."
"So long, sweetheart. Take good care of the house!" Joe called as he and his sister went out the door.
"I will, Uncle Joe," Lee's voice went soft and foggy as she spoke to her mother's older brother. She couldn't look at him now without feeling the delicious thrills running up and down her spine and spreading throughout her trim little belly and down to the hungry pit of her newly awakened pussy. He'd come to her for the last two nights and each time their love-making had become more and more exciting and fulfilling. Lee could hardly contain the exhilarated feeling that being a fully sensual woman had given to her. As the teenager heard the sound of the car pulling out of the driveway, she did a gay dance step across the living room and then collapsed onto the sofa. Her short skirt covered just the tops of her slender and youthfully athletic thighs, naked because she had not yet put on the colorful tights that she loved to wear. On an impulse Lee jumped up and turned on the big console record player that her parents had had for ages. She reached down and picked out one of her favorite records that just happened to be downstairs and not up in her room. In a few moments the lyrical strains of You Make Me So Very Happy were being loudly intoned throughout the pleasantly decorated living room.
Lee lay her blonde head back upon the sofa and listened to the song with all her might, thinking and remembering things that her uncle had done to her, lewd intimate things that she had loved and which had brought new joy to her young loins. Alone in the house and knowing that she would be for some time, Lee allowed herself a solitary pleasure she'd been indulging in more and more during the day when she longed for her uncle's hot, caressing touches.
As the record, set on repeat, played over and over, Lee lay sprawled on the living room couch, her short skirt hiked up, her lithe young legs spread wide in the lewd posture of intercourse. Between her trembling white thighs the blonde teenager's fingers moved swiftly and certainly. She had to assuage the fire that was overwhelming her, coming from her own obscene thoughts as she relived each strange, wonderful night she'd spent with her uncle. She could recall it all so vividly that it almost seemed as though her uncle were with her right then, even though she was very much alone.
Lee's own hungrily searching fingers slipped into the widespread triangle of her golden-haired cunt, separating the soft curl-lined lips and entering the moistness inside, recalling how Uncle Joe's fingers felt wriggling up inside there, and better still how his big hard cock felt rising high inside her trembling pussy. Obscenely, the fourteen year old girl spread her long naked legs wider still and slid down a little on the sofa, finding the tightly clenched orifice between the silken folds of her pulsating cunt seeming to ache with desire. Lee's middle finger slipped easily into the warmly yielding softness, and then another finger ... then three, as she leaned her head back further with pleasure as her short skirt bunched farther and farther up over her slender and shapely hips, moving with the gentle heaving of her quivering young loins.
"MmmmmmMMMMMMmmmmmmm!" Higher and higher Lee pressed her fingers up into the trembling split of her nakedly exposed pussy as with tightly closed eyes she continued to pursue her solitary pleasure, feeling the bittersweet burning sensation up inside her already desire-drenched teenage passageway filling her with longing for completion. Now she could remember distinctly that first desperately wanted orgasm when Uncle Joe had licked and sucked at her naked genitals and mindlessly she sought to recreate it now. It felt undeniably wicked to be doing this, almost as wicked, but just as natural, as that first time with Uncle Joe. It was shameful to be fingering herself the way she was doing now, but it felt so great and it would soon be over and she would feel so much better!
By now Lee couldn't even tell if it was the memories of her exciting uncle or her own curiously rotating fingers giving her the most pleasure. The thoroughly aroused teenager was beginning a steady rhythmic fucking motion up into the warmly accepting walls of her now feverish pussy.
"Ooooooooh!" she sighed, batting her long fringed eyelashes over her lust-glazed blue eyes. "It's good. So GOOOOOOOOOOD!"
A wonderful bubbling sensation was building hotly in the fourteen year old's nakedly exposed belly, mushrooming quickly and sending thrilling shivers of excitement coursing through every vein in her lithe young body. Lee moaned sensually as she bit down hard on her lower lip, enjoying the violation of her own soft slippery cuntal flesh, tight and swollen, and letting the joy of her forbidden desire spread freely. Her uncle's exploring fingers had aroused her, and his hotly plunging tongue had made her melt, just as his burgeoning cock had conquered her totally, bringing a whole new, completely different world to the clinging walls of her tiny welcoming pussy.
With shattering certainty the fourteen year old girl had discovered the thrills that her uncle's naked body had to give her, and now, her fresh young face flushed crimson with desire, the blonde teenager sobbed as her self-induced orgasm swept through her twitching young body, and she felt the stunning pounding of her own fingers rising high up within her wetly tingling little pussy.
"Ooooooooh yessssssss!" she cried, flinging her head back against the sofa after it had jerked convulsively upward. "UNCLE JOE! UNCLE JOE! UNCLE JOE!" she wailed, shamelessly reliving her first wildly arousing sexual experiences. A curious elation swelling from her widespread, hair-trimmed pussy to the button-hard nipples of her excitedly quivering breasts beneath her blouse made her long legs grow taut as wave after wave of crazily careening orgasm suddenly washed over her. Lee rode the crest of each wave, fearlessly, joyfully.
"Oh yes ... UNCLE JOE, YES, YES!" she echoed lewdly.
* * *
"Have a good afternoon, Dr. Hennings," the nurse at the hospital smiled at Paul as he was leaving. Paul was a very popular doctor at Wilton General Hospital, and most of the nurses there both liked and respected him. Usually, Paul might have been expected to go over to the free clinic next, but today he'd arranged for another doctor to take his place, and now, feeling free and excited about his decision to take the afternoon off, he got into his car and headed toward North Broadway where he hoped to find the perfect Christmas tree. Only a few more days until Christmas, and Paul wanted to get into the spirit of things. He recognized that he'd been exceptionally harsh with his wife Mara, and wanted to atone for his behavior.
"Guilt," he said to himself as he studied various trees a few minutes later on North Broadway, "it's nothing but guilt that's been making me act this way!" Then he spoke, "I'll take that one." Paul pointed to a perfect Scotch pine of medium height and watched as the vendor tied it and helped stick it in the trunk of the car. With the tree sticking out from the trunk Paul drove thoughtfully homeward.
Problems always seem accentuated at Christmas time, he reflected. It was common knowledge that rather than being happy during the gala season, many people were abnormally depressed and disturbed by the almost unnatural stress upon gaiety. Memories of past years could not help creeping into anyone's consciousness, and Paul tried to comfort himself with this fact and to remind himself that he was a responsible doctor, a man who had made a mistake some years before and who should not now let that mistake cloud his marital happiness.
He'd go home, set up the tree, and that night everyone would trim it. Paul determined to do his best to be friendly to his wife's brother who seemed to have been making a genuine effort with his drinking problem for the past few days. If he can make an effort, then so can I, he told himself. And it was about time too that he pay a little more attention to his daughter, Lee. He'd been doing nothing but growling at her recently during the all too brief moments when he saw her. She needs a father's guidance, Paul thought, reproaching himself for his busy schedule and his preoccupied attitude.
He struggled with the tree and carried it around to the back door, letting himself into the kitchen. What's more, he thought, continuing the same cheerful upbeat vein of his thoughts, tonight I'll make love to Mara the way she-likes it. He couldn't help, though, feeling the same tremor of excitement that he usually did when he thought of how he had brutally sodomized his lovely wife the other night. He'd done to her exactly what he'd done to that little bitch Susan so long ago. Only, Mara had come to like it before it was all over. God, how she'd liked it, although she'd never admit it now. But Paul remembered each and every detail of his wife's final thrashing climax and remembered how the image of Joe's former sister-in-law, Susan, had diminished as he'd fucked demonically into his red-haired wife's welcoming back passage. Susan had never appreciated his ass-fucking quite the contrary, she had never forgiven him for it but Mara had come to enjoy every lewd and abandoned minute of it.
The pensive doctor deposited his Scotch pine in a corner of the kitchen, uncomfortably aware of the fact that his penis was swollen with desire caused by his sensual thoughts. From the living room the sound of loud heavily orchestrated music reached his ears. He knew that his wife had gone out because her car was missing from the garage, so Paul correctly assumed that his teenage daughter was at home and listening to her records. In fact, as he looked toward the living room he could see Lee's golden-blonde head, just the top of it from the back of the sofa.
She hasn't even heard me, Paul thought, smiling to himself. I'll just go in and surprise her. The well-built six-footer walked toward the living room, already amused by his own joke, and he was just prepared to place his hands around his daughter's eyes in a blindfold position and to say, "BOO!" when he saw just what his little girl was doing.
For Lee, her nakedly quivering loins still tingling from the effects of her potent self-induced orgasm, sat lewdly ensconced in the sofa, her long shapely legs obscenely spread as she continued to work her fingers back and forth inside the fully exposed blonde triangle of her hair-trimmed cunt.
Her father missed not a detail of the pearlescent inner slit of the young girl's pulsating pussy as he stared with disbelief at the totally unexpected scene.
"LEE!" he cried, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING? WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?"
Completely shaken, Lee jumped up and turned to face her obviously angry doctor-father. She knew from the purplish hue of his handsome face that he had not only seen that she'd been masturbating upon the living room sofa, but that he was apoplectic about it.
"I ... I..."
"NEVER MIND THAT! YOUNG LADY, I'VE A GOOD MIND TO GIVE YOU A SPANKING! YOU'RE NOT TOO OLD FOR IT, YOU KNOW! THAT'S WHAT YOU NEED, A LITTLE DISCIPLINE!"
Taken aback by her father's threat of corporal punishment, Lee grew suddenly bold, angry in her turn. "DONT YOU DARE!" she said, stepping back, "IT'S YOUR FAULT FOR SNEAKING AROUND ANYWAY!"
"WHAT?" Paul was absolutely speechless by his daughter's words, and he stood temporarily checked by her startling response.
"I SAID, IT'S YOUR FAULT!" Lee's features were distorted by anger as she let all the usual hostility she felt toward her father pump itself into this one awful moment. "THERE'S NOTHING WRONG WITH MASTURBATING ANYWAY! IT'S PERFECTLY NORMAL!
YOU'RE A DOCTOR, DON'T YOU KNOW ANYTHING?"
"OBVIOUSLY YOU KNOW TOO MUCH!" Paul was rapidly skirting the sofa and advancing upon his fiery teenage daughter. "What else do you know? WHAT ELSE DO YOU DO THAT'S PERFECTLY NORMAL!! ? ? "
In spite of her scream of fright and a rapid attempt to escape, Paul easily caught his belligerent daughter and grabbed her by the shoulders. Shaking the fourteen year old so hard that her blonde head bobbed back and forth, he spat out his anger into her face.
"I'LL BET THERE'RE PLENTY OF OTHER THINGS YOU DO, RIGHT?" he cried. "WELL, THERE ARE GOING TO BE SOME CHANGES AROUND HERE!"
Without a second's hesitation, Paul turned his daughter over his knee and, falling back onto a nearby chair, proceeded to give her the hardest spanking of her young life. Again and again his hand came down upon the nakedly trembling cheeks of her teenage buttocks. Their smooth cream-white form flushed crimson beneath the force of his smacking palm, and Lee let her pain and anger be heard.
The more she cried, however, the more carried away her father became with his disciplinary task. His own hand hurt, and his eyes, at first unseeing because of his rage, finally focused upon the bright red mounds of smooth feminine flesh that trembled beneath his hand. Lee squirmed and struggled upon his legs, but he pulled her back into place each time it was necessary.
"YOU BASTARD! YOU DIRTY LOUSE! YOU PERVERTED PIG!" Lee screamed lustily.
"I'LL TEACH YOU! I'LL SHOW YOU! WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?" the irate doctor cried, and still his hand came down until it was numb and could not feel the sting of its own striking against Lee's quivering pink-flushed buttocks.
Bitter tears flowed down Lee's face as she submitted to the humilating spanking. Never had she imagined that her father would be doing this to her, and the very fact that he was filled her with loathing and an ardent desire for revenge. The pain was eased by the thought that somehow, someday, she would get even with her father for what he was putting her through.
It was then that Lee noticed something different. As she lay belly-down, submissively positioned across her father's thighs, she could suddenly feel something hard there beneath her. Right where her hair-covered cunt quivered indignantly with each blow upon her shamefully exposed buttocks!
With mind-blowing certainty, the young girl realized that her father had a raging erection! His big cock was hard as a rock and it was thrusting and throbbing excitedly against her nakedness through the material of her father's pants while his hand rained blow after angry blow upon her aching buttocks.
It was a startling revelation to the teenager to realize that her own father was excited by what he was doing. She had aroused her own father! It seemed as if she ought to have known all along that she could, what with Uncle Joe and all, but Lee had thought her uncle a special case, their relationship unique. Obviously, if she wanted, she might be able to have a similar relationship with her father! The idea of making her father lust for her was an appealing one, when coupled with the young girl's anger at her domineering parent. She would make him suffer, torment him beyond belief! She would do to him the kind of things her Uncle Joe had told her that Susan had done to him long ago! She had perfect information as to how to go about being a real bitch!
With talented cunning, Lee began to squirm purposefully against the lust-hardened penis that she felt throbbing against her nakedly exposed cunt. She could feel it growing steadily harder and harder, while a glance up at her father's face told her that the friction of her lewd motion was having the desired effect. He seemed in a kind of daze, almost unaware of what was happening.
"OH DADDY ... DADDY..." she began to croon, even though he was still spanking her, "SPANK ME HARDER, HARDER, HARDER!"
Paul had slipped into another world, his hand moved automatically, his brain stuck on a wavelength that had little to do with the doctor's conscious thinking. The excitation of his stiff, blood-engorged cock created wave after wave of shuddering pleasure deep within him, and it was all reminiscent of that original anger he'd felt when Susan had treated him so shabbily, that anger that he had never quite gotten out of his system. The words, "harder, harder, harder," had often come from Susan's lips, and it almost seemed as though it was Susan herself speaking, even though he knew it was his own daughter.
"YOU WANT IT HARDER? I'LL GIVE IT TO YOU HARDER!"
Lee squirmed and squirmed, her own nakedly glistening pussy beginning to become aroused by what she was doing as she felt her father's cock moving with definite lurches up against her vulnerable young loins. Deep in her belly the young girl could feel the building rumblings of orgasm, as she slammed her nakedly gyrating buttocks back against the frantic palm of her father's spanking hand. She groaned and hissed as she wormed her shamelessly aroused loins back downward against his up-thrusting hardness. She had never imagined her father as a sexual being, but now, it was clear that she was driving the older man wild. He was growling almost animalistically, a bit of spittle forming at the corner of his lips.
"Now, now, now!" she urged aloud as her own body began to convulse like one huge wave about to crash on the rocky shore ... oh, oh yes, she was cumming, cuuummmiiinnnggg ... nowww! And her writhing, tormented orgasm struck the spark that completed her father's incestuous spanking, made his turgid penis swell into a burning pole of unstoppable cumming. To Paul, it was as if his entire body were climaxing, for the orgasm made itself felt even to his tingling palm, the one that connected him with his daughter's naked pink ass-cheeks.
"OH CHRIST, CHRIST!" he cried, doubling over with the acute stabbing pleasure that spread from his wildly spurting cock to each and every one of his tingling nerve endings. His fingers clutched spasmodically upon the soft cushiony mounds of his daughter's buttocks and then relaxed as the last spiraling throbs of cumming finally abated, leaving a hollowness in its place that would soon be filled by the dreaded awareness of what he had done.
"Mmmmmm oooohhhmmm!" Lee cooed, squirming a bit more beneath her father's now quiet hand. The sound of his daughter's pleasure met the doctor's ears as though he had heard nothing up until now. With terror in his eyes, Paul unceremoniously dumped his teenage daughter onto the floor, standing up with a sudden motion.
"Oh no!" he said, as he stood looking down at Lee, "Oh no!" And then Paul turned and ran, heading out the kitchen door. Moments later, Lee heard the sound of his car backing out of the driveway, and then roaring off down the road.
"OH YES!" she cried, suddenly mirthful. Her laughter rang throughout the empty house. "OH YES, DADDY!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
Mara looked at the calendar: December 24th. Ordinarily, she would be in high spirits, looking forward to the evening in front of the beautifully decorated Christmas tree with all her family gathered together. And then in the morning the opening of the presents and the tension and surprise that usually went along with that occasion.
Now, however, Mara wasn't even sure if she could count on her husband to appear for Christmas Eve when the family usually drank eggnog before the fire. She hadn't, in fact, seen him for three days, although he had called her to let her know that he was all right. Try as she might, Mara couldn't persuade him to tell her where he was. Mara knew that another doctor had taken over his practice for a few days over the holidays, and that Paul would reciprocate during another holiday for his substitute. Therefore, her troubled husband was a free agent.
Once again, Mara went over the brief and disturbing phone conversation she'd had with her husband.
"Things aren't working out, Mara. I've got to have some time alone to think it all out."
"But to think what out, Paul?" she'd asked tearfully.
He'd avoided the question, replying, "None of this is your fault, Mara. It's all my fault, and that's why I've got to work it out by myself."
"But ... but ... when will I see you? What about Christmas? What about. . . ? "
"I'll call you before then," he'd replied mysteriously, and then he'd hung up. Mara seemed to feel the deadness of the telephone wire in her very soul. What on earth was happening to her life? She didn't understand anything anymore. Once life had been simple and easy; now everything was complex and incomprehensible.
It was early morning, but Mara decided that this morning she would have to do what she'd done every morning since she'd received that phone call. She had to have a drink. Still clad in her robe and nightgown, the disturbed housewife descended the stairs. In the kitchen she found the brandy she'd hid from her brother, and after making a cup of instant coffee, added a generous portion to her cup.
It tasted so good going down that Mara had another, and another. By that time she felt numbed enough to be able to continue the day that ought to have been filled with happiness.
Lee came downstairs first, took one look at her bleary-eyed mother and got her coat and boots on and went out the door. Mara was glad. It meant one less person to cope with in her distressed state. By the time her brother came down to the kitchen, Mara was sitting slumped at the table with her head in her hands.
"Sit down ... have a drink with me!" Mara said impulsively.
Joe was upset to see his younger sister drunk. "No ... no, I couldn't!" He hadn't touched a drop in days now. He didn't want to start up again.
"Yes ... yes, Joe, you can. Oh, I know I gave you a hard time about your drinking. But you know, Joe, now I understand. There are just some times when you have to do something. This ... this is just one of those times!" Her voice broke and Mara put her head back in her hands, cradling her long auburn hair as it fell forward over her forehead.
"Well, maybe one," Joe said hesitantly. He couldn't let her go on sitting there like that, drinking alone. The tall, dark-haired brother helped himself to a jigger of brandy and felt it burning its way down to his empty stomach.
As he sat down in the chair next to Mara's at the kitchen table, Joe heard his sister begin to speak. Her deep blue eyes brimmed with tears as the words tumbled from her lips.
"Oh Joe ... I need you so much. You're the only person I have now. You know that Paul has been gone for days now, and I don't know if he's ever coming back. This may be the end of our marriage, the end of everything I've always worked toward in my entire life! JOE! You're my brother, and I want you to know that there'll always be a place for you, no matter where I am. I don't want you to go off and disappear again, no matter what anyone says about you. I love you! I need you!"
Joe tried to speak, but his sister continued breathlessly. "Paul doesn't care anything about me. Oh, maybe he did once a long time ago ... but now there's nothing. He's changed, I've changed. He's mean ... brutal. Oh Joe, he's done things to me that I ... I don't even want to think about it!"
"What ... what did he do to you, Mara?" Joe took another gulp of brandy. It tasted surprisingly good. She's still a beauty, he thought, even when she's a mess. He took in his sister's smooth creamy complexion and her delicate patrician features. His heart went out to her suddenly and he wanted to protect her, to help her.
A few days before they had grown close again as they looked at the old house they had both grown up in. They'd spoken with the current owners, who'd allowed them to come in to look around and who had given them coffee and fruitcake. It had been a lovely afternoon. And now this.
"He did something that wasn't normal to me!" Mara blurted out.
Joe didn't know what to say. He was stunned by his sister's revelation without quite knowing what she meant. What his slightly more conservative sister might think of as abnormal, he himself might think of as natural. As he recalled, his sister, like most people, was open-minded about some things and completely closed to others. Already a dim childhood memory was being released from the profound depths of his mind, and he was trying to bring it to the surface to apply it to this situation. But he didn't immediately get the chance.
Much later it seemed as though it had happened a split second, and neither of them knew exactly how, but suddenly Mara was out of her chair and had flung her arms around her brother's neck. There in the sunny kitchen breakfast nook, bright patches of light on the carpeted floor, the upset young housewife clung to her older brother sobbing out her relief and anguish ... relief that she could talk to him about the terrible way that her husband had taken her in the rectum the other night, for that seemed to be the clue to everything that was wrong between them ... anguish that she could not tell him all of it, about how she had moaned out in pleasure before the terrible act was done!
Joe tried to calm her, listening to Mara's babbling words, receiving her tears on his face and shirt. She sat half on and half off his lap, shivering with emotion.
"OH GOD, JOE, NO ONE HAS EVER DONE ANYTHING LIKE THAT TO ME BEFORE! I CAN STILL FEEL IT! IT STILL HURTS BACK THERE ... HE'S JUST CHANGED SO!"
"Oh..." Joe said, "you mean he...? "
"Yes ... the ... the other way!" Mara cried, her face red with embarrassment.
"I see," Joe replied, trying to take it all in and trying to ignore the exciting scent of his sister's perfume. She was so very close! It seemed as though she had been this close once before. When? How long ago?
With amazing clarity the hidden memory sprang to life. The night in the big house ... God, how many years ago ... they'd both been children, mere children, and yet her naked ten year old body had lain close to his in the middle of the night when they'd played the game.
"I'm a stranger ... you don't know me, but you love me!"
The little girl that Mara had been had been glad to play the exciting new game with the older brother she adored. At ten she was aware enough of the world of couples, especially teenage couples whom she idolized, unable to wait until the day when she herself would be one of them, dating, hugging and kissing and doing all the things that older girls were able to do. Now, with the wonderful secret nighttime game, she could be anyone or any age she wanted to be.
"Yes, yes I love you. I just met you at the drugstore and we went riding in your car. "
His little sister's fervent kisses, long forgotten, pushed to oblivion as they both grew older and knew they should never have played the game, came back to his mind as the full grown beauty she had become pressed her full trembling breasts against his chest. Her dark red hair felt soft and silken as it brushed across his face, and Joe consciously tried to force the thickness of his rapidly rising penis to abate. Now she was a grown woman whose husband had thrown it to her up the ass! Shit!
Joe reached for the brandy bottle and took a slug from it. His head was already whirling from its effects as his younger sister reached over and took one too.
"I ... I don't know what to say, Mara!" he finally blurted out.
"Oh Joe! Why did it all have to turn out like this!" Mara blubbered, and to stop her or was it for some other reason, comfort to her, to himself? Joe leaned over and kissed his sister squarely on the lips. Her lips seemed warm and welcoming as he pressed his to their softly yielding surface, but Joe could see Mara's eyes staring wildly into his, pleading silently with him to stop before it was too late. Joe hadn't even thought it out beforehand, and yet now he was kissing his own sister as though it had all been prearranged.
Mara struggled faintly in his arms, making a half-hearted attempt to escape the raging fire that was enveloping both of them. Finally, to seal their mute excitation, Joe whispered wetly into her ear, his tongue swirling heatedly within the confines of the shell-like orifice.
"Remember ... remember what it used to be like?"
And Mara did remember. She remembered it all and suddenly understood what had been wrong with her ever since she knew that her brother was coming to visit. At first Mara stiffened in her brother's arms, and then she slumped against him as though something had broken inside her, and the tears came back again.
"Just once..." Joe whispered again, for he wanted to very badly, "just for old times sake!"
He led his sister upstairs by the hand as though she were little again and Mara followed, silent and tense, but following nonetheless.
They entered Joe's room, and Joe saw the unmade bed, still wrinkled from his love-making the night before with his sister's own teenage daughter.
"Do we have time?" he asked, his voice husky from the lust he felt welling up in him and swelling his penis into a throbbing desire-hardened erection.
He was wondering what Mara's golden-haired pussy would feel like now. He had only touched it with his fingers as a boy, but now he hoped to do much more than that to it. Much more!
Mara nodded yes. She did not expect that her daughter would come back for awhile, and she'd heard nothing from her husband, and even if Lee did return to the house she would never look for her mother in Uncle Joe's room.
Her mind lost in a daze of alcohol fumes, she let her brother peel away her robe and her nightgown to discover her soft smooth body naked and fresh underneath. The lush milk-whiteness of her roundly swelling breasts, the soft curve of her belly, the ripe firm thighs and hips, all succeeded in overwhelming the inebriated brother.
Mara stood swaying slightly before her beloved sibling. It all seemed like a dream, but a dream which she devoutly wished to continue. And since it wasn't real, there was no harm, was there?
"Christ, Mara, what a woman you turned into!" Hastily, Joe dropped his slacks and wormed out of his shirt and shorts. Driven by uncontrollable lust, he didn't want to give either of them time to change their minds.
"Who'll know, anyway?" he said to her. "It'll be our secret, like before. You did like those games, darling, didn't you? You liked touching my cock and letting me feel your little cunt. You liked it when we rubbed and rubbed against each other and you'd cum up against my cock! And later your little belly was wet with my cream!"
"OH GOD!" Mara gasped, but her brother had already gathered her nakedly willing body against his and she could feel his already hardened penis pushing against her trembling loins. Her long slender legs felt weak, and she was grateful to Joe for taking her over to the bed right away. The room smelled of her brother's warm masculine scent, she noted as her head hit the pillow and she wanted him desperately, wanted to feel all of Joe's throbbing hardness inside her wetly flowering cunt where it would soothe away the painful memory of her husband's brutal rape, replace him, make him no longer necessary to her!
She wanted to know her brother as intimately as humanly possible. Mara lay on the guest bed and watched as her older brother's strong manly body prepared to join her on the bed. Her eyes were attracted to his thick, lust-bloated penis. She was getting a good look at it at last, and now she knew that she had always resented that whole story of her brother and that girl Susan, his wife's sister, had always been able to visualize that little tramp writhing insanely under her brother's heavy fucking! Susan ... when it should have been her! Soon she too would know how it felt!
But first she wanted to touch it. They had always fondled one another beneath the covers in the dark of the night, and now she felt she could do things with Joe that she wouldn't even do with her own husband. Never could she reach out boldly and touch Paul this way, she thought, as her hand moved along her brother's desire-thickened cock-head.
Nervously the aroused sister sat up on the bed, her heatedly disturbed nakedness shivering slightly in anticipation of what was about to happen right there in her brother's room. Joe swayed a little drunkenly by the edge of the bed waiting to see just how brazen his grown-up sister would become. She was holding onto his aching cock with an iron grip and her glistening eyes were glued to where the huge bulbous tip of it was peering out from beneath the thick, protective foreskin.
"So you like your brother's big hard cock?" Joe whispered huskily down to his rapturous sister.
"OH YES! Yes, Joe ... it's wonderful, wonderful!"
Gently now, with almost mother-like care, Mara began to stroke up and down on her brother's blood-hardened penis, pulling down at the thick base until the smooth rubbery cock-head popped out at the tip, its smooth coronal rim gleaming bright red.
The enormity of it was too much for the normally prim housewife to bear, only a scant inch or two from her parted lips, and the musky masculine odor that emanated from the tiny droplets of moisture lying like newly discovered pearls at the very tip was almost too much for her to take. Joe's passionately breathing sister let her pointed tongue flick hesitantly out from between her lips, but Joe was even quicker and as he saw Mara's mouth open ever so slightly, pushed forward to that his smoldering cock touched the cool wetness of her tongue. He watched as his sister closed her lips, letting the pungent taste of his swollen cock permeate her entire being.
In that instant Mara knew what she was going to do, what she had to do. And yet, if her husband as much as ever suggested she do such a thing, she would have been shocked. But now here with her brother it seemed only natural that she would want to suck him and without hesitating for another second, Mara darted her pink tongue forward and let it trace a quick circle of wetness around Joe's excitedly pulsating member.
"Aaaaaahhhh!" Joe sighed as the air he had been holding deep in his lungs escaped in a long hissing sound.
"Yes, go on, go on!" he urged his golden-haired sister.
"Like that, more, more, like that ... yes ... yes, honey, yes!"
Now opening her mouth wide and adjusting herself on her brother's bed in the guest room of her house, Mara gained a position of better access to Joe's upward pointing length, letting him slide into the warm wet cavern of her mouth as she hooked her hands around behind his hair-covered legs and pulled him closer to her.
Joe thought the top of his head might explode at any moment. He couldn't believe that his visit to his sister's home had turned into such a veritable orgy of pleasures ... first his sweet tempting little niece, and now her mother, his own sister Mara, submitting slave-like to his desire as his huge pistoning penis slowly sunk deeper and deeper into the creaminess of her wetly ovaled mouth.
It was incredible! Mara's excited tongue was wrapping itself around her brother's thick-veined shaft, her mouth widening as though to bite, but instead shaping the hard edge of her teeth around the girth of his lustfully twitching cock in a tantalizing mixture of pain and pleasure.
Mara almost gagged as she felt her long lost brother's bulbously throbbing cock-head pressing lewdly against the soft entrance to her throat, but she managed to suppress the feeling, gasping for air around the enormous invading thickness that filled her widely stretched mouth. Straining her delicate white neck forward, the auburn-haired housewife slavered over her brother's penis as if she had been doing it all her life. Then, even more brazenly, she suddenly reached between her brother's legs with her hand and gently scooped up his dangling testicles and began manipulating the tender sperm-laden sac. The electric thrills that shot throughout Joe's nakedly tensed body almost made him lose his footing and tumble over on top of his madly sucking sister.
While one of Mara's hands massaged the soft resilient skin of his testicles, the other held firmly to the thick round base of his desire-hardened penis, stroking and pulling on it with a growing nervous excitement. Now the lovely sister's lips were sliding up and down along its full glistening length, enclosing it almost to the hilt in her unexplainably expert mouth and sliding it out again until only the bloated, mushroom-shaped tip was still encased in the moist velvety interior.
Still standing above her nakedly shivering body, Joe began to groan in a steady drawn out sound, unable to contain himself. His painfully pounding cock felt as though it had grown several additional inches in the last few minutes and every last centimeter of it was throbbing with sensitivity, every nerve ending demanding individual and immediate satisfaction!
"Oooooooh, Mara, suck your brother's cock goood!" he cried.
And in answer to her brother's lewd words, Mara brushed her tongue willingly along the warm sticky surface of his penis, tasting his masculine pungency, probing among the thickly tangled curls at the base and coating the softly swaying sac of his testicles with her heated saliva.
This new sensation was overwhelming for the sheltered doctor's wife. She loved sucking cock, loved it like nothing she could imagine. Mara continued to manipulate her brother, her breath coming in short spasms as she licked at the fleshy shaft embedded deep into her wide open mouth. Joe's hips were gyrating frantically now and he was offering his lust-hardened cock readily to her. The tortured brother could feel his thrusting hardness expanding and swelling even more inside his sister's hot moist mouth as its hard rubbery head grazed back against the tiny entrance to her throat and the blonde housewife gulped greedily around it, almost trying to swallow it whole. Joe writhed and moaned rhythmically in time to his sister's insistent sucking as she labored over him, her face flushed from exertion and the entire naked surface of her back and buttocks visible to his eyes, beaded with perspiration. Joe was completely oblivious now to everything but the blinding flurries of heat-laden passion which were building up deep inside his aching balls. He groaned over and over again as his nakedly gyrating loins bucked against his sister's cock-contorted lips which worked furiously now to bring him to completion.
"AAAAAHHGH AHAHAHAH AH
AHAHAHAHHHH OWWWW! A A AHHHHHHH! SUCK IT SUCK IT! I'MMMMM CUMMMIIINNNNGGGG! SUCK SUCK SUCK!"
Joe wailed out his pleasure as his hips rammed repeatedly up against his sister's tightly clinging mouth, battering into her wildly contorted face without the slightest mercy.
"DRINK IT ... SUCK ME DRY! GET READY HERE IT COMES! AAAAHHHHHH!! ! "
An almost inhuman gurgle of lust issued from between Joe's tightly clenched teeth as his molten hot sperm began its headlong dash from the relative safety of his testicles and spewed like a hot spring up into his younger sister's voraciously sucking mouth. "IT'S FOR YOU, LITTLE SISTER, ALL MY CREAM IS FOR YOU!"
Joe continued his wild alcoholic ranting as he flooded Mara's gluttonously accepting mouth with thick jets of hot male sperm which gushed up from his wildly spewing cock. He turned his hand roughly in her hair, forcing his sister's lips tighter against his naked bucking loins. Below him he could see her auburn curls and now Mara's cheeks, hollowing and expanding in an effort to try to keep up with his still insanely fucking penis, hungrily accepting this proud male offering as it slid hotly down her young gulping throat.
Joe finally and shudderingly moaned out his last, but still Mara continued to suck gently on his deflating cock, hoping to extract one more drop of the salty, life-giving semen from his quivering penis.
"Mmmmmm ... " Mara sighed as, after several minutes, she finally let her panting brother's limp penis slide slowly from between her moistly hot lips. "Was it good Joe ... did I do it well? " she whispered timidly.
It was the best, Sis," Joe replied huskily. "But now you've got to let me return the favor..." His hands were pressing lightly against her soft white shoulders and Mara let herself fall back onto the bed, her long lithe legs spread wide in obvious offering to her new found lover, the stranger of her dreams.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Dr. Hennings, speaking!" Paul thought that the hotel must be calling him about the lunch he had ordered a little while earlier to be brought up to his room around I:30. The distraught doctor hoped that he would have worked up an appetite by then, not having eaten anything much for the past days he'd been holed up in the Happy Day Inn at the edge of town.
Therefore Paul was startled to hear his young daughter's lilting voice on the other end of the line.
"Hi, Daddy! I finally found you! I've called every hotel and motel in a fifty mile radius, but I knew I'd find you eventually!"
Paul could feel himself growing beet-red as he listened to his fourteen year old daughter. The lewd memory of what had happened between them had been haunting both his waking and sleeping hours, and now here she was. She'd found him. He was trapped with the awful reality of his lustful reaction to the spanking he'd given her!"
"What the hell do you want, Lee?" he asked gruffly.
In the phone booth on Broadway, Lee smiled to herself as she made her young voice suitably anguish stricken. "I ... I'VE GOT A PROBLEM, DADDY!" she said enigmatically.
"A PROBLEM? WHAT KIND OF PROBLEM?" Paul asked, thinking that they would all be spending time in some psychiatrist's office before long.
"It's ... it's well, you know, I mean, you're a gynecologist and all, and I thought you could help me. I didn't want to go to anyone else!"
"WHAT THE HELL?"
Lee was silent on the other end, letting this information seep into her father's mind.
"I'll meet you at my office in ten minutes!" Paul said, flinging down the phone. As he dressed hastily in the small hotel room, all sorts of thoughts went through his mind. Christ, he hadn't touched her ... or had he? What kind of problem was she talking about? If it was something venereal, he certainly didn't want any other doctor in town knowing about it. Her and her sneaky dates ... if she'd been screwing around ... God only knew what she might have caught. He'd better examine her himself. She might even be ... pregnant! In a few moments his car left the crowded parking lot of the Happy Day Inn, and the doctor headed toward town.
* * *
Paul was a nervous wreck as he admitted his daughter to his empty office. Wordlessly he ushered the fourteen year old into his private office, and then told her to go inside and undress and put on one of the smocks hanging in the examination room. It was dark when he joined the teenage girl there, having donned his white coat and suitably prepared for a routine examination. It was also cold since the heat had not been turned on. But Dr. Hennings was covered with nervous perspiration.
"Aren't you coming home for Christmas Eve, Daddy?" Lee asked.
"Never mind that ... let's see about this problem and get it over with!"
"It's all your fault, Daddy," Lee said sweetly, observing with pleasure the reaction that her father had to these words.
She hopped up onto the examining table, and with disconcerting ease spread her naked legs wide, placing her feet in the stirrups.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY THAT?" Paul growled.
"Ooooooooh, this is fun!" Lee squealed. Her slender teenage legs were spread wide and the golden triangle of her openly exposed pussy was clearly visible to her doctor father. "I mean, if you hadn't shown me what fun sex could be, I never would have experimented further!"
A vein throbbed at Paul's temple as he gazed between his daughter's wide-held legs and listened to her words. Could he deny what she was saying? Was it true that he and he alone was responsible for the debauchery of his own daughter?
A cog seemed to slip somewhere in his mind, as forgetting to don his rubber glove he slipped his index finger up into the moistly glistening hair-trimmed orifice that his daughter presented to him.
"Ooooooh, Daddddddy ... " the fourteen year old squealed.
The girl was obviously no longer a virgin, Paul realized with a strange combination of reactions, some parental and some unexplainble. He was composed of an almost overwhelming guilt that was nonetheless tempered by the girl's obvious excitement at his touch. Only a couple of times had he had his women patients respond in this manner to his professional touch, and that had been before the presence of his nurse in the examination room.
"Oooooh, Dadddddy ... it feels soooo gooood!" Lee continued, squirming her youthful hips down on the examining table so that her father's fingers would reach higher into the moistly secreting pliancy of her naked pussy.
As Lee saw the beads of perspiration on her father's face, she knew that she had succeeded in her task of arousing him, a part of her plan for getting even with him for his rude treatment of her the other day. Taking full advantage of the fact that his forefinger was still embedded deep inside her, the young girl began to squirm and twist and croon.
"Oh ... Daddy ... do me ... do me ... please, please! I've thought of nothing else since you spanked me the other day and made me cum on your lap! Oh Daddy ... that's the only problem I have down there!"
"Lee ... I ... I ... how can you ever forgive me?" Paul stammered, confused by his own actions. Why hadn't he removed his finger from his daughter's nakedly twisting cunt? Why was he standing there like an idiot, feeling the hardness of his penis throbbing in his pants, so that he could almost think of nothing else? How could his little girl dare to do such a thing? Who did she remind him of? Who was it?
"Oh Daddy ... mmmmmmm ... keep it up ... keep it up ... is your cock hard, Daddy? Don't you want me, Daddy?"
It was Susan! Paul finally realized that his excited young daughter, whose tight little cunt he was now beginning to manipulate with obscene twisting and flicking motions of his finger, reminded him of that bitch Susan. Yes, she'd egged him on like that, always trying to get him to do something to her someplace where there was a good chance they might get caught.
"Ahahahah ... like that, Daddy!" Lee was surprised herself by her father's exciting touch.
It had been a game with her, but now she found herself becoming actually excited by the whole thing. Being there in his office on the funny black table, seeing her father's face reflect his obvious arousal, made Lee begin to feel as though everything was coming apart. The little girl felt light and airy and totally receptive as wild little shivers took hold of her at each of her father's intimate caresses. The scheming fourteen year old could feel a burning heat in her young naked loins and an urgent desire for her Daddy to continue touching her. Her tight little nipples nakedly trembling beneath the smock she wore felt sensitive and red as she hissed up at her father, "Yesssss!"
"Lee ... Lee ... what are you saying?" her father stammered.
"OH YES, DADDY ... WE HAVE TO, DON'T YOU SEE? WE HAVE TO!"
Paul's hand fumbled upward into the dark wet interior of his daughter's excitedly pulsating cunt. He could hardly breath correctly and at times the doctor found he was holding his breath and at other times panting lewdly.
Unbelievably, Paul felt a totally unexpected touch. She was fumbling at his fly within the folds of his white coat, leaning up to stretch one hand down between her legs to reach him, searching for the zipper. Without stopping her, Paul felt that he was utterly lost, completely at his nubile young daughter's mercy and at the mercy of his own lust. With accumulating desire, he felt her pull the zipper all the way down and reach inside to fondle his raging hot penis. Lee's soft voice reverberated in the small examination room.
"Oh darling, darling Daddy ... I love you so much..."
The sound of his daughter's voice, startling as it was, had an enormously stimulating effect upon the over-excited doctor. This is wrong, VERY WRONG! And just as this thought flashed across his mind, a vision of Susan's face was superimposed over his daughter's and afterward, a vision of his wife.
"NO, NO!" he said suddenly, pulling his worming wet finger away from the clinging interior of his fourteen year old daughter's open cunt.
Jumping back, Paul effectively freed his daughter's fingers from the pulsating shaft of his cock. "STOP THIS! STOP THIS
IMMEDIATELY!" he said, as much to himself as to Lee. Rapidly he readjusted his pants, slipping his still rigidly hard penis back to safety.
Nervously he grabbed little Lee up, covering the tempting nakedness of her youthful loins and sending her off into the dressing room. "GET DRESSED RIGHT AWAY!" he commanded, his face flushed with emotion. "WE'RE GOING HOME!"
* * *
Lee climbed the stairs dejectedly, feeling that she had utterly failed in her attempt to seduce her father not only that, but she had managed to trick herself! Now the young teenager genuinely wanted to know her father's loving, to have him reciprocate the desire she had come to feel for a man she had not really known all that well over the years.
Her father was still downstairs when Lee got to the top of the stairs, and the fourteen year old decided on an impulse to see if her uncle was in his room. Seeing Uncle Joe would help ease her depression, and maybe they'd have time for a "quickie". Lee felt she could use that, especially now that she'd felt her father's desire-arousing finger in the wet pit of her blonde-fringed pussy!
She quietly opened the door of her uncle's room and looked inside, unprepared for the lewd scene that met her widening eyes. There writhing nakedly in each other's arms upon the rumpled bed lay her mother and her Uncle Joe!
Spontaneously, it seemed, Mara's naked body began to twitch and buck of its own volition beneath her brother's impaling form, and she heard small mewling sounds escaping her own lips, an incessant sound that hummed up into the moistness of his mouth as suddenly he kissed her and once again she was thrusting her tongue into the sucking warm cavern of her brother's mouth. Unconsciously, she drew back her long milk-white legs slightly, her roundly working buttocks moving against the sheets beneath them and her lustfully awakened cunt contracting as the lewd and lascivious inner sensations increased with her brother's every stroke.
Joe felt her urgent answering throbs around the length of his buried cock. His sister's smooth clasping cuntal flesh had begun a seizured opening and closing around the, thickly pulsating shaft of penile flesh. Mara's mewling and purring sounds were suddenly filling the guest room and her auburn-curled head lolled from side to side on the pillow while her hips had begun an urgent rotation beneath his cock sunk so deep into his sister's soft white belly. Joe clenched his teeth as he felt his baby sister's tightly enclosing pussy screwing itself up closer against his own wiry-haired loins. Shit! This is what they'd wanted to do all along when they were kids and neither of them had known how!
Unaware that her horrified daughter was watching this obscenely incestuous performance, Mara no longer tried to understand the new wave of sensual entrancement saturating her naked flesh. She was only aware that all mental pain and anguish had left her, had given way to a maddening electric tingle that began deep within her love-hungry womb and spread relentlessly over the raw nerve endings of her silken body. Mara was a mass of exquisite moisture between her wide-held thighs, undulating and rotating her hips around her brother's lewdly impaling cock, feeling her pussy dilating and sucking in tempo to his rhythmic throbbing.
"GOD SIS, YOU'RE SOMETHING ELSE!" he cried, suddenly making himself immobile, resting still above her with hands placed on either side of his beautiful red-haired sister's shoulders, and he was letting her quivering body pump obscenely up and down at will on the rigid column of hot moist flesh that had fused them together.
Neither one of them knew when young Lee turned from the lasciviousness of their love-making and ran back down the stairs. They were too absorbed in each other. And by the time Lee returned with her father fast in tow, the incestuous brother and sister still lay deeply entwined, overwhelmed by the power of their bodies, created by the same mother and father, to satisfy desires each had had for almost a lifetime!
"Shhhh!" said Lee outside her uncle's door. She was talking to her father, who had no idea what to expect next from his precocious daughter. But when Paul looked into the room and saw the same scene that Lee had seen, he almost fainted.
"Oh hush, Daddy..." Lee cautioned, "don't let them hear us. Let's watch!"
Her hand was on the now dormant bulge of his cock, smoothing and fondling through his pants, feeling it grow immediately stiff in her hands although her father's entire body was trembling.
"Calm down, Daddy," she whispered, reaching into the unzipped opening of his fly and withdrawing the meaty flesh of her father's penis. We did piggies ... why can't they?"
Paul saw his wife, the mother of his only child, laboring in utter abandon, her sweat-filmed face contorted in a half-smile of sheer ecstasy as she muttered whimpers of uncontrolled delight beneath her brother. She was all gone, completely lost as her quivering white body increased its hungry gyrations while her husband and daughter watched unseen from the doorway.
"Oh God, Mara!" Paul said under his breath. "Oh, my God, what's going to happen to us all?"
"Something good, Daddy ... something good!" For little Lee was wriggling out of her slacks, letting them drop to the floor at her feet as she stepped out of them, her trim little legs naked as well as her desire-filled cunt.
Easily, the blonde teenager bent over in front of her father, and taking advantage of the older man's state of shock, she positioned her tender young cunt so that his unconsciously aroused cock could penetrate its pliant wetness. Reaching back behind her, the wanton fourteen year old grabbed hold of the heated rod of flesh that her father's penis had become, and with a tiny little wiggle, placed it at the opening to her hair-fringed young pussy.
"Push ... push, Daddy!" she whispered. "Hurry!"
"Mara ... Mara..." Paul chanted his wife's name softly, disbelief evident in his voice. And yet the horror of the moment was so great that it transcended the more obvious reactions, and Paul found himself succumbing to the overpowering dictates of his own growing lust. He thrust forward and gradually the large spear head of his raging cock slipped within the tight open-flowering lips of his daughter's willingly presented pussy. He grit his teeth as the absolute agony of pleasure inundated his tightly ensconced penis. The doctor's fingers grappled for the young girl's soft breasts before him as with a grunt he let his rising cock arch all the way up within the taut snugness of his little girl's pussy.
"Nnnnnggg! Daddy! Oh thanks, Daddy, thanks!"
Both father and daughter, magically bound by the penetrating heaviness of a hard pulsating cock embedded deep within a snugly clinging cunt, stared transfixed at the sight of the ardently involved brother and sister on the bed.
"God, Mother," Lee gasped, "I didn't know you had it in you!"
The sight of her mother enjoying the same big cock that had so effectively taken her virginity only a week or so before, made the youngster grow more and more aroused as her father's urgently skewering penis lunged into the wetness of her secret self.
On the bed only a few feet away, Joe could tell that his sister was well on her way to climax. He could feel the urgency of her naked thrusts against him more pronounced and his fingertips found their way to her lust-bared teeth that chewed at her swollen lower lip as Mara strained uncontrollably toward orgasm. The wildly excited brother could feel his sister's moist secretions beginning to flow and heard the wet, sluicing noises of the in and out sawing motions as she skewered her hungry vaginal passage greedily up his cock, drawing it deep inside her. Her smooth sweat-covered back raised high off the bed to arch her clenching pussy tight up against his writhing loins.
It was then that both father and daughter saw their familial houseguest reach back and grasp Mara's ankles, levering them brutally up over her shoulders, causing the excited young mother and wife to cry out in pain as he forced her into a contorted ball of helpless female flesh beneath him. Joe held her there securely, making the widespread hair-lined slit between the creamy surfaces of her quivering thighs completely open and vulnerable to his lust-filled cock.
Half mad now with desire, father and daughter continued their wild fucking, groaning and moaning against each other, Lee pushing her naked buttocks back toward her father as he fucked animal-like into her, holding on to her tender breasts from behind. They saw Joe pull his deeply buried shaft from Mara's desire-drenched pussy until only its tip penetrated her passion-flushed cuntal lips ... God, they could see all of her! Then, he plunged forward with every ounce of strength in him, ramming the full aching length of his rampant cock cruelly into his sister's helpless vagina.
"Uuuuuughghgh!" Mara groaned as the lust-driven length raced into her contracting cuntal passage and she both heard and felt the wet smack of her brother's loins against her unprotected little anus. Joe's body dropped down heavily upon her, crushing her full taut breasts in between her knees and her chest. Now his thickly churning cock rampaged into his sister's receptive cunt like a jackhammer, pushing the unresisting folds of moist warm flesh again and again in rippling waves before its smooth rubbery head.
"OOOOOOH DADDDY!" At the doorway, unmindful of being seen or heard, the lustfully engaged father and daughter began a frantic jiggling back and forth against each other. Imperceptibly, Lee was moving toward the bed where her mother and her uncle lay totally mesmerized by each other.
The sound of his fourteen year old niece's love cries echoed in Joe's head, and vaguely he was aware that someone else was in the room with them. But now, it was too late for him to care, too late for him to do anything about it. This single act of fucking was the most important in his life, the one thing that was ringing really true to his soul. His sister the only person around who had known him as vulnerable child, who had shared his hopes and dreams with him his sister loved him, and he loved her too! That was all there was to it, all that there was at all. Gasping for breath, Joe began making hard strokes into Mara's seething vaginal channel, and the quivering walls clasped desperately around his fleshy member, slithering up moistly to devour its length to the hilt. Joe's sperm-bloated balls slapped into the dampness between his sister's buttocks with a vengeance as the shuddering housewife groaned loudly in relief at the complete filling of her wide-stretched passage. Her brother began a more powerful deep thrusting into her grinding seething pussy as her auburn head rolled wildly from side to side, her mouth gasping in abandoned ecstasy at the unbelievable delight lifting her into the very heavens above!
Then her eyes were meeting other eyes.
Someone was right there watching her, seeing this incredible moment. It was Paul ... her husband ... and ... and it was Lee, her daughter! But by God, she couldn't stop now. No, Mara was proud of what she was achieving, and somewhere deep within her she sensed that they were too. That it had to be obvious that this was something special, something so special that all their lives would be dramatically changed for the better because of it.
Suddenly Mara realized that this was it! This was it! Her brother's cock, ever-expanding, worming its lewd way up into her naked belly, driving like a well-oiled piston, was making the cores in her neck tighten in an unmistakable sigh of exploding pleasure. She was ... oh yes, she was going to do it for her brother ... she was going to cum! And the delirious housewife and mother could think of nothing but the enormous sweet, forbidden build-up inside her! Oh, she wanted it, how she wanted it!
"Ohhhhh GOD ... OH GOD ... OH JOE, JOE MY DARLING BROTHER ... OH PAUL ... LEEEEEEE ... OH MAMMA'S GONNA CUMMMMMMM MAMMA'S GONNA CUMMMMMMMM! FUCK ... FUCK ME HARD ... HARD ... I want all of you to fuck me ... fuuuuuuccckk meeeeee!"
As her mother pleaded in a voice shrill with passion, Lee maneuvered her father onto the bed beside them so that naked and glistening flesh touched their partially clothed bodies. The frantic writhing set off a series of explosive orgasms deep within Lee's little belly as she lay upon her uncle's bed, her father lying upon her back, his fierce cock pounding unmercifully up into the depths of her spread cuntal lips from behind while his hands were already reaching for the tender flesh of his climaxing wife where she lay beneath her older brother, directly beside him.
"Oh Mara ... Christ, Mara ... if I could make you cum like this..." he said to his wife as beside him her hands clawed out to pull her brother's nakedly thrusting buttocks deeper and deeper between her widespread legs in a near demented frenzy of excitement. The overwhelming fever of lust within her hair-trimmed pussy opened into a myriad of rainbow colors as a warm flood of honey-like secretions bathed her brother's insanely plunging cock.
In the midst of her thrashing the young mother could see and feel her husband and her daughter now, for Paul's fingers were playing with the wide-splayed lips of her pussy there where her brother's cock entered and withdrew with such mind-shattering perfection, and his thumb flicked upward toward her clitoris as his fingers were smashed by their "writhing and wriggling bodies. Yet Paul continued, not minding the tormented position of his arm and hand. His wife's flaring cunt felt so good!
And Lee's fingers found the full firmness of her mother's left breast, and teasingly, lovingly the young girl began to play with the thickened stiffness of the berry-like nipple.
Joe rammed harder, faster, grunting loudly as he burrowed deep, deep, into the hot liquid depths of his younger sister's seething pussy.
"Oooooh, oh, oh, oh DARLINGS!" Mara chanted, twisting and writhing delightedly, spurring them all on as her brain swam in a kaleidoscope of ecstasy as she continued to grunt out her climax until she felt her brother jerk and tense above her.
"OOOOOOHHHH WHAT A FAMILY ... I'VE GOT A FAMILY AGAIN!"
Joe cried just as white hot jets of his semen shot deep into the sanctuary of his sister's receptive womb. The hot powerful squirts of his sperm splattered wildly into the orgasm-tensed housewife, filled her almost to the bursting point with its wetness until the viscous moisture began overflowing back down between her legs to the bed below. And all the while, Mara's spasming vagina clasped and unclasped desperately, milking at his jerking organ like a sucking, starving mouth.
For a moment there was nothing in the room but the frenzied sound of the couple beside them. Little Lee and her father reached a momentous climax moments after the exhausted brother and sister, and as Mara and Joe listened and felt two sets of hands exploring their nakedly exposed bodies in the clenching and twisting of their final moment, each finally realized exactly what Paul and his daughter were doing there beside them.
"They're fucking! Christ, Mara, they're fucking!"
"OOOOHHHH DADDDDDDDY! GIVE ME YOUR DADDY COCK! GIVE IT TO MEEEE!" Mara smiled to herself. She knew now that everything would be all right. Paul was back, and she and her daughter would make sure that he stayed. Her brother was back, and they would all make sure that he stayed. Life was worth living again!
"Yes..." she said lazily, "they certainly are fucking, aren't they?"
* * *
Much later, Mara knew the most sublime excitement of her life. It was after the Christmas Eve dinner while they were all sitting around in the living room staring into the fire and receiving its warm glow upon their naked bodies. Lee was the one who started it and gave the two men the idea.
"Let's get Momma!" she said after they'd had their fill of egg nog.
And before Mara knew it she was lying on her back on the fur throw rug, and the strange sensations of tingling joy were seeping again and again through her willingly defenseless body. The outrageous debasement and subjugation which her daughter, husband and brother lustfully imposed upon the auburn-haired beauty aroused odd delights to surge through her quickening bloodstream. Her strong hips commenced an unanticipated gyrating motion in abandoned harmony with the increasing speed of the cocks and finger-fucking into her. Hands seemed to come from everywhere to grope at her nakedly quivering flesh while the lustful faces of her family peered hungrily upon her.
"Ooooo yes, yes, fuck me this way," she heard herself moaning piteously. "OH GOD YES!" she mewled, writhing her body sensually amidst the clutching hands and fingers crawling over her vibrant cream-white flesh. She gazed about her in blurred ecstasy. Her husband's cock, her brother's cock, her daughter's sweet-tasting pussy, fucking her, grinding against her, her ravaged rectum filled, her tightly convulsing cunt filled, her mouth attached to the hair-fringed blonde curls surrounding her fourteen year old daughter's pussy.
"Ooooohhh, don't stop ... ohhhhh, don't stop, don't ever stop!" the lasciviously whimpering wife and mother cried.
