This is a violent book about the unmentionable, the one undiscussable question in human life, a book which is destined to disturb every man with a sister, and every father with a son and a daughter. With the anticipation that the publication of Sister's Dilemma will come controversy in some quarters, the publishers wish to introduce the novel with a few notions from the world of science.
As every student of anthropology learns somewhere in the first month of his freshman year, incest is the only universal taboo in human society. From Alaskan Eskimos to Congolese pygmies, and from the lost aborigine tribes of Tasmania to the best social circles of Manhattan Island, there is unanimous agreement on the one stark primitive commandment which seems to be interwoven with the very fabric of human life. Thou shalt not commit incest.
The scientific literature on the incest taboo could easily fill a library, but scholars have repeatedly emphasized two major points. First, as mentioned above, the taboo is completely universal. Naturally, in both primitive and advanced societies, taboos exist to cover every aspect of human life, but these vary widely from society to society, frequently contradicting one another. Marriage customs, male and female circumcision, and fertility rites differ amazingly from one continent to the next, and what is offensive to the gods in Oceanea, for example, may be an absolute requirement in the jungles of the Amazon basin. Incest, of all the taboos man has invented to regulate his life, remains a constant, unchanging and inexorable. It is a heinous crime, punishable by death in all primitive societies and is considered a serious felony in the legal codes of all civilized nations.
But even more perplexing to the anthropologist is the apparent irrationality of the incest taboo. Of course, a modern specialist in genetics can supply some reasonable explanations as to why marrying one's sister is biologically unwise, particularly if certain recessive genes have been identified in the genetic stock of the family, but primitive tribes obviously know nothing of genetics, and yet the taboo persists. Since it normally takes several generations before the negative effects of intra-familial breeding becomes apparent, it is difficult to argue that at a certain point in the stone ages, some unusually perspicacious cave-dweller noticed the drawbacks involved in marrying one's sister and established a taboo against it. Given the delicacy of the taboo prohibition in men's lives, it is not surprising that few writers in the history of literature have tackled the rich emotional questions involved. Sophocles, the great Greek author of plays, went about as far as anyone had gone before or since with his masterpiece, Oedipus Rex, but perhaps even Sophocles lacked the courage to take incest out of the closet and examine it in public. In Oedipus, the protagonist marries his mother, unaware of their real relationship. When the truth is revealed to him, he punishes himself grotesquely and needlessly, and the result is that the incest taboo is strengthened in our minds, but not challenged, questioned, or examined.
In A Sister's Dilemma, on the other hand, authoress Mary Jenkins has not shrunk from this unpleasant task or gone out of her way to reaffirm the fundamental righteousness of the incest taboo. Written in the form of a revealing and intimate diary, this compelling novel takes the reader boldly and unashamedly into the mind of a young girl who is falling slowly into a sexual love for her own brother. Nothing is hidden, not even the most personal and sometimes perverse thoughts of an adolescent female as she explores the limits of her own sensual resources and as the cruel realities of modern life bother this young couple until they have nowhere to turn but to one another in the most intimate and perhaps most unnatural way.
It must be admitted that a certain amount of debate and soul-searching took place before the publishers found the courage to decide that in the final analysis, judgment on this violent and uninhibited book should be left to the adult public. It would have been much easier had the heroine and her brother suffered some horrible punishment in the last chapter for their sensual sins, but the authoress insists upon throwing the moral question directly into the lap of the reader. Given the circumstances, can what Curt and Sue Mason are doing at the book's conclusion be condoned or even condemned by a right-thinking person? The answer is not easy, especially in light of the fact that our authoress, Ms. Jenkins, freely admits to living with her bachelor brother on a ranch in the western part of the United States.
-The Publishers
April 30
Today my father died. I can't write anymore today. I knew he would.
May 3
Everything has been taken care of. The neighbors have been nice to Curt and me, even the people who didn't like us. A lot of them were against Curt because he gets in trouble every once in awhile. No one's talking about it, but I know that some of them think he ought to be sent to an orphan asylum for three years at least until he's eighteen.
I've got to find out what the law is. Can they just send you away like that?
If only our uncle would help, but he and Daddy never spoke to each other and he lives out West somewhere. I don't remember ever seeing him, although I must have when I was a little girl.
It still all seems like a bad dream.
May 6
Today was horrible. I had an appointment to go to the lawyer's office to talk about the money. I wanted Curt to put on a clean suit and a tie and come with me so that the lawyer could see how grown-up he had become and how the two of us should be able to manage on our own. But he got mad when I told him to shave and get dressed and he just sat there in front of the television, smoking. He never dared smoke when Daddy was alive, but now he just does as he pleases. He's grown up so fast in the last year that he looks almost as old as I do, and most people think I'm older than sixteen. If he could only act the way he looks! I saw there was nothing to do with him, so I went to my bedroom to get dressed. He came in while I was changing.
"Hey, get out of here till I get some clothes on," I told him. Of course, he's my brother, and I didn't think he had ever paid any attention to my body, but I guess I was wrong. I was in for a couple of surprises today. He just sat there on the edge of the bed, puffing on his cigarette and watching me in my brassiere and panties while I tried to decide what dress to put on. I've always been a little embarrassed about myself, I guess. I mean my breasts. Mom died when I was too little to remember much of anything, but Daddy had a picture of her in one of those old-fashioned, one-piece bathing suits, and she was top-heavy like me. It wouldn't be so bad if they would hold still, but every time I move, they move too, only in different directions. I've tried to find brassieres that would hold them still so men wouldn't stare at me when I walked, but they don't seem to sell anything these days but those no-bra things which are worse than nothing. You can see right through them, and since I have very dark nipples, I knew Curt could see just about everything which might interest him.
And down below, I wasn't very well protected either. Fortunately my behind isn't as exaggerated as my breasts, and I always wear bikini style panties, especially in the summer, because they're more comfortable than those itchy cotton things. But they're not made to cover much of anything, and I could suddenly feel Curt's eyes wandering all over me.
In the old days when we were kids, before he started to shave and I started to look like a woman, we used to sleep in the same room, and we saw each other naked all the time. I didn't mind, and sometimes when Daddy was out and there was a babysitter, he used to creep over to my bed and we'd play all sorts of naughty kid games under the covers. He had a smooth wiggly little thing between his legs and well, I'm blushing even thinking about it I used to like to play with it. Then when Curt was about eleven, we were playing "doctor" one night and I noticed that he kept putting his hands on my tiny little breasts, and it made me feel funny even though all I had at the age of twelve were the most insignificant-looking little bumps you can imagine. Then I put my hand down to touch his soft little thing and all of a sudden I found he was hard as a rock! It frightened me a little, because I thought something was wrong with him, and I made him go back to his own bed. The next day a girl friend explained everything to me, and I never let him play under the covers with me again, even though some nights I felt like it.
"Wear one of those miniskirts, Sue," advised Curt, after he had looked me over very carefully. "That lawyer's got the hots for you, and if you turn him on a little we might get what we want out of him."
I was shocked at the idea, even though later I realized that Curt was sharper than I gave him credit for. The lawyer was a married man in his forties, and I couldn't imagine what use he'd have for a kid like me.
"Don't be silly. I want to impress him with how grown-up I am. If he's convinced we're mature enough to be on our own, hell let us stay here and continue going to school.
"Right, and if he knows he's going to get a look at you with some leg showing once in awhile, he'll have a reason for letting us stay. Put this one on."
Curt got up and stood next to me, pulling a dress down which a girl friend had given me because it was too small for her. I had tried it on once in the bathroom, but it was too small for me, too. My breasts came spilling out on the top, and the hem line barely covered my buttocks. It was impossible!
"Curt, I couldn't.. . "
"Look, Sue, we're in a rough spot," he said very seriously. "And it all depends on you to get us out. Mr. Watkins doesn't like me and thinks his life'd be a lot easier if they locked me up in an orphanage somewhere. Can you see me living in an orphanage?"
"You wouldn't be able to smoke cigarettes and stare at your sister in her underwear," I said pointedly, hoping he'd take the hint and let me dress in peace, but he kept looking at me, his eyes running up and down my body as if I were on display.
"No, there's a lotta things I wouldn't be able to do, and it's up to you to keep me out of there. Now you got great tits, Sue and . . . "
"Why, you stop talking like that!" I shouted at him, blushing as red as a beet, but he just laughed.
"And you're the one who's always telling me to grow up! Look, Sis, you might look like a million dollar dame, but you ain't thinking like one yet. A dirty old man like that would stand on his head for a chick like you, but you've got to make him think that he's got a chance."
"A chance for what?" I asked stupidly.
"A chance to get in there!" he laughed and he stuck his finger under the elastic waistband of my panties and snapped it against the smoothness of my stomach. Suddenly I understood what he was talking about, and more than anything else, I wanted to get some clothes on. I put on the first thing could find which was the miniskirt Curt had been offering me, my mind going around in circles. I knew that somehow things between my brother and me were never again going to be exactly the way they had been. We weren't kids anymore, and Curt had just proved it. Though, I'd wanted to go on being a kid for a few more years at least.
I looked at myself in the mirror while Curt stood behind me smirking, and decided it was already too late to change my mind. If I wanted to prove to Mr. Watkins how mature and responsible I was, it would be a good idea to be on time. And the dress certainly did make me look older, even though it was too sexy for comfort. I did my hair, and took the bus downtown, wishing I'd worn a coat of some kind since the men on the bus couldn't seem to find any place for their eyes but on me, and it was difficult to find a way to sit so that my panties did not show!
Mr. Watkins' outer office was empty, and his secretary was apparently out sick today since the cover was still on her typewriter. I went through the waiting room and knocked on the door of his office.
"Come in," he called and I opened the door. My father's lawyer is a very dignified looking man with prematurely gray hair and a deep solemn voice. He had always been very nice to us when we were kids, especially me. I could see his eyes open up wide when he saw me in my miniskirt, and for a minute I wished I hadn't worn it. When Curt had said that the lawyer was a dirty old man, I had thought he was crazy, but now I could see clearly that there was a new look in Mr. Watkins' face and it scared me.
"Well, well, little Sue," he said smoothly, taking my hand and making me sit down next to him on the couch. There was a stack of papers on the coffee table in front of us, and I wondered if he had already made up his mind about us, or if there was still time for me to get my own way. When Daddy had gotten sick, he had written out a will, making Watkins the executor of his estate until I'm twenty-one. We weren't hard up for money, except that the lawyer got to decide how we'd spend it for the next five years.
"Young lady, we've got some decisions to make," he told me, still holding my hand. "My, aren't we looking big today! One of these years, some young fellow's going to come along and put a ring on your finger, eh?" He was sitting very close to me, and one arm was on the back of the couch behind me and he was playing with my hair with his fingers, but I didn't want to risk offending him by moving away, so I just sat there blushing like an idiot.
"Now I have a letter here from your Uncle Hugh and Aunt Ann out in Montana, and they've very kindly offered to give you and Curt a place to live with them. There's a high school not far from the ranch the two of you can attend, and a certain amount of money will be subtracted from your father's estate and given to your uncle for your maintenance."
For a moment, I was flabbergasted. For as long as I could remember, there had been no contact of any kind between my uncle and my father. I had once asked Daddy why we never visited them, and he had told me shortly that Hugh Mason was no good and his wife was even worse, but he had never gone into detail. I didn't want to go, and I didn't think Curt would be too happy about the idea either, although it would be harder for him to find ways of getting into trouble if he lived on a ranch. Besides, we owned the house we lived in, and I felt perfectly capable of managing a set of books. Why should my father's hard earned money go to a brother he didn't even like who might keep most of it for himself? The idea stank. I wanted to stay where I was.
"Well, I can tell from the expression on your face that you aren't too happy with Hugh's proposal to stay with him on the ranch, the only alternative to going to Montana, is staying where you are and letting me look after you." He was grinning at me lewdly, and I didn't see why a lawyer had to hold hands while he talked to a client. As far as 'looking after' me was concerned, all he had to do was issue me a check once a month, and maybe put the fear of the Lord into Curt whenever he got too lively for his own good. But I was starting to get the idea that his interest in me was not completely professional. He moved closer and took my chin in his hand. I was too terrified to move.
"You realize that since you're still a minor, I'll have to get the court to name me as your legal guardian. This will mean that we will have a very close relationship."
He seemed to be waiting for me to say something, but all the words stuck in my throat. I wished I could get up and sit in another part of the room, but he had me blocked into a corner of the sofa, and I would have had to push him away in order to escape. And I couldn't risk offending him. One word from him about Curt's police record, and my brother would be taken off to an orphanage, and they would never let me stay in the house alone. He had our future in his hands, but I was remembering what Curt had said about the lawyer having "hot pants" for me. It was ridiculous! I was only sixteen...and he was three times my age!
"And with a pretty thing like you, I could enjoy having a close relationship," he said smoothly, putting his hand on my bare leg. I wanted to tell him to keep his hands to himself, but he talked too fast for me. "How about a little kiss for your new legal guardian, Sue? Huh? I can see we're going to be very good freinds." I was petrified, but I turned my head away as he tried to kiss me, and the next thing I knew he was all over me. He pulled me down roughly on the couch, one hand sneaking under my skirt and feeling me up between the legs while the other hand yanked down the zipper on the front of my dress. I fought back as hard as I could, but he was ten times too strong for me, and when he slid his body on top of me, I could feel a throbbing hardness in the front of his pants. If I hadn't had that talk with a girl friend a few years ago, I wouldn't have known what it was, but I knew and I was frightened out of my mind. He had gotten the zipper down to my belly button, and his hands were crawling all over my chest, squeezing the tender nipples on my breasts until I thought I was going to faint.
"Don't. . . don't. . . please, I'll scream," I gasped, watching his face change into a mask of real lust, so that I hardly recognized him as the dignified Mr. Watkins my father used to do business with.
"You better not do any screaming, baby," he told me savagely, apparently angry that I wasn't more cooperative. My whole almost naked body was shaking like a leaf, and all I wanted was to get out of this office and never see him again. I can't remember being so humiliated in my life.
"From now on," he said, "you're going to be my special little friend, do you understand? When I want you, I'm going to call up and you're going to come over here and do what your legal guardian wants you to do. And right now, I want you to loosen up and let me take this dress off, so I can see what kind of a reward I'm going to have for being so good to you."
"No!" was all I could get out, and it got me a slap across the face.
"Come on, you little bitch!" he snarled at me.
"You come walking in here with that dress on and expect me to believe you never had it before? You little whores are all a-like, you put out for half the boys in the neighborhood and probably that stupid juvenile delinquent brother of yours as well! And you think you can say 'no' to me? Take off your goddamned dress!"
"No!"
He hit me again, harder than before, and something inside of me snapped. I began struggling and screaming for all I was worth, and when he put his hand over my mouth to keep me from yelling, I bit him as hard as I could, letting my teeth sink into his flesh until I could taste his blood in my mouth. He groaned and shifted his position and I pulled my knees up as hard as I could. I didn't mean to do it, especially after I'd just bitten him, but one of my knees slammed into his groin and he crumpled up on the floor and started squirming like a dying snake. As soon as I could, I got to my feet, zipping my dress back up and circled around him to the door. He sat up and looked at me, and I could see the hate in his face as if it were written there in big red letters. His hand was bleeding, and I wondered how he'd explain that to Mrs. Watkins.
"You better start packing," he said so angrily that I thought he would have killed me if he'd had a gun. I was shaking all over and for a moment I was afraid I was going to throw up right there in front of him. My nipples hurt where he had twisted them, and there were fingernail marks on my arm and breasts.
"You'd better start packing for Montana. I'll have the court appoint Hugh Mason as your legal guardian."
May 8th
Mr. Watkins' secretary called to say that she would be in charge of all the arrangements. They're going to sell the house and most of the furniture. I guess we go to Montana. Curt didn't seem as unhappy as I expected. I guess in a lot of ways he's like a little kid because he's talking about riding horses and having fun on the Triple Crown Ranch, which is what it's called.
I didn't tell him what happened to me in the lawyer's office because sometimes he thinks he has to protect me, and he'd be liable to march downtown, punch Watkins in the nose, and get himself arrested all over again. I've thought a lot about what Mr. Watkins tried to do to me. I never realized there were people that evil in the world, but I guess I should wake up and start thinking like an adult. Maybe it is better for the two of us to go to live in Montana with Uncle Hugh. A relative can always protect a girl from that kind of thing and if we stayed here, the lawyer would be sure to have a second try at me.
May 11th
The train. I never imagined the country was so big! We roar along as fast as a bullet and never seem to get anywhere. I've been so busy since the funeral that I haven't really done much thinking about Daddy, but I've had a couple of crying spells since we left. Curt has a way of burying all his unhappiness inside of him and putting on this big tough-guy front. To me, it looks ridiculous, but I guess it fools some people.
For example there's a lady in our car I mean an old lady who's got to be twenty-five or thirty and she asked Curt to help her with her suitcases, and then told him what terrific muscles he had, and he started grinning like an idiot. He does have big muscles for a kid who's only fifteen because he plays football and he always wears short-sleeved shirts so that people can admire them.
Anyway he's left me alone for half the morning, and he's back there talking with this absolutely antique lady while I'm sitting here fuming. She touches him every time she gets the chance. What can a person that old see in a kid like Curt? I bet we're going to have more trouble with him, and this time it won't be for stealing hub caps. I hope there aren't any ladies like that on Uncle Hugh's ranch!
May 13th
More of the same. I'm beginning to h; c trains. Outside the window there's nothing to look at but flat fields with wheat growing. I haven't seen any cowboys yet. Curt is sleeping because we left his old lady friend in Chicago, thank goodness, but he bragged that she gave him her address and telephone number and invited him to come and see her. If he tries to go, I'll tell Uncle Hugh what the situation is, and I imagine he'll put a stop to it pretty fast. I don't imagine Uncle Hugh and Aunt Ann approve of that sort of thing.
I'm going to try to go to sleep. I wish I'd brought a book. Curt bought a girly magazine from the newsstand and buried his nose in it for awhile while I told him what I thought of things like that. Now he's asleep. I might as well have a look at it just to pass the time but it sure will be embarrassing if someone comes along and sees me looking at pictures of naked girls.
We'll be in Montana tomorrow...unless the train runs off the tracks!
May 14th
So far so good. Uncle Hugh and Aunt Ann met us at the train station with this enormous white convertible, and they seem to be very nice people. Hugh he told us not to call him 'Uncle' is a strong, handsome-looking man, and I wonder what Daddy had against him because he seems wonderful and kind to me. He wears very smart, Western-style clothes and looks a little like Ronald Reagan did before he was governor.
And Aunt Ann is nice too. She's a lot younger that Hugh, really not much older than that horrid lady Curt met on the train, but much prettier. She gave me some funny looks, and I don't quite understand why, but I guess our first day in a new house went as well as can be expected. Hugh and Ann have this enormous ranch with a lot of men working for them growing things and taking care of the cows, and when you stand on their front porch all the land as far as you can see belongs to them. The house is the biggest thing I've ever seen, real old and Western-style, but decorated nice inside. Curt and I have two rooms on the top floor with an adjoining bathroom between us, and my room is fixed up with a big table and book shelves where we can do our homework. School will be over in a couple of weeks, so we decided that there was no point in rushing over there to get registered, since the principal told Hugh that he wouldn't hold us back just because we'd missed the last month of school back home. I'm going to be a junior next year and Hugh will be a sophomore. He's happy because the school is supposed to have a football team. Plus it's coed, so he'll have a lot of girls to show his muscles to, and maybe someone will ask me to the Junior Prom.
Dinner was great. Hugh told the funniest jokes, even though some of them were a little off-color, and I had to blush. Aunt Ann told some too, even though I don't think it's quite the thing for a lady to do. She also runs around the house without a brassiere on under her dress which seems strange to me, although I suppose in your own home you can do anything you want to. Curt noticed immediately, and he couldn't take his stupid eyes off her. You can even see her nipples through the cloth. I wonder what it feels like.
May 15th
I discovered a funny thing! Next to my room there's a big empty space where they have the heating and air conditioning equipment for the house. Hugh said we could store our bags there, and I noticed in the floor there were vents not connected to anything. One of them led directly into Hugh and Ann's bedroom! It's a good thing I'm not the Peeping Tom type. I won't tell Curt about it because you can never tell with boys. He gets into enough trouble as it is.
May 16th
Oh my God, a terrible thing happened! I don't know what to do, and I'm afraid to let Curt know that these two are plotting against us. No wonder my father always said that Hugh Mason was a stinker. I found out earlier this evening while Curt was down at the bunkhouse where Hugh's men live, probably smoking cigarettes and listening to them tell tall stories. When we first got here, it was warm so I stored all my sweaters in the service room. But the weather has gotten colder all of a sudden, so I decided I'd get one of them back out again. I had just closed up my suitcase and was getting ready to leave the storage room when I heard Hugh and Ann coming into their bedroom. I don't know what made me do it, but instead of tiptoeing out, I froze for a moment, and then I heard Aunt Ann mention us.
"Oh, Curt'll be fine, there'll be no trouble at all there, but I can't say the same for Sue, You think you can handle her?"
I knew I should leave immediately since it was wrong to listen to other people's conversations, even when they were talking about you, but I was afraid to move now for fear they would hear me. They were standing right underneath the ventilator grate now, next to the bed and only a few feet away from me. I could see them clearly.
"She'll be tough," admitted my Uncle. "But I like 'em tough, because it makes it that much better later on. I wonder if she's lost her cherry yet."
I wasn't sure exactly what they were talking about, or what Hugh meant by my "cherry", but I didn't like the sound of this conversation, and I shivered a little. What did I know about these people really? My father had obviously known something, but he hadn't lived long enough to tell me what it was.
"I'd like to see you take the little bitch down a peg or two. She's a little bit too stuck-up for an orphan, if you ask me. It could be a real pain in the ass having her around unless she joins the fun and games."
That wasn't the nicest thing anybody had ever said about me, but I decided that Aunt Ann was entitled to her opinion. She was probably annoyed because I never laughed when she told one of her dirty jokes. I thought only men talked the way she did, using all kinds of profanities and vulgar words. But she certainly was a beautiful woman, and I could see why my uncle married her.
While they were talking, she began to get ready for bed, taking off her blouse and her slacks. She really has a lovely body, and since she never wears a brassiere, I could see right away that she had nice smooth well-rounded breasts, set high and far apart on her chest. They weren't as big as mine, but I would have traded her anytime, because when you have large breasts you have to wear a tight stiff bra to keep you from wiggling all over, and people are always either staring or grabbing like Mr. Watkins. I don't know what it is about women's breasts which gets men all excited, but I did notice that all the women in Curt's dirty magazine (he had it hidden under the mattress) had big fronts on them.
The moment she took her shirt off, my uncle got real interested. She was standing there in her panties, just as brazen as can be, and he walked right over to her, bent over and took each breast in his hands and kissed, it right on the nipple. I knew I had no business watching this because I guessed they were going to do the things married people are allowed to do and unmarried people aren't supposed to. But I still wasn't sure I could get out of the storage room without making a racket, and if they found out I had been up there listening and watching, Aunt Ann really would have hated me. Besides...well, it was hard to say why, but I kind of enjoyed watching what they were doing. It was like Curt and his naked lady magazine, but this was for real.
"Hmmmmmmmmmm, it's been awhile since we've had the chance to play games with a couple of kids that young. What was the youngest girl you ever fucked, Hugh?"
I couldn't believe my ears. Or my eyes either. He was still kissing her breasts, running his lips moistly from one erect little nipple to the other, and I could see the moisture glistening on her naked skin. He also had one hand underneath her panties, and I couldn't see what he was doing, but I guessed he was feeling her the way the lawyer had tried to do to me. The storage room seemed to be getting hot, and I felt all sweaty, so I unbuttoned the front of my blouse to let some air in. In fact,.I was feeling kind of funny.
"She was twelve."
"Twelve? you dope! Don't you know that the age limit is sixteen? You could have been arrested!"
"Not really," my uncle grinned at her. "I was only eleven. Didn't I ever tell you about it?"
"No, and I don't want to hear about you childhood now," she cooed back at him, her ripely matured body starting to wiggle and twitch...I guess because he was tickling her between the legs. "I want to hear how you think you're going to get to our stuck-up little friend. That should really put me in the mood."
"I'd say you were in the mood right now. If you, want a bedtime story, you'll have to tease it out of me."
I wasn't sure exactly what they were talking about, to tell the truth, but she really went to work on him, undoing all the buttons on his shirt and kissing his chest as she stripped him. I could see right away where Curt inherited all his muscles from, because my father had always been skinny and weak-looking, but Hugh had a body like Tarzan. When she finished with his shirt, Aunt Ann sat down on the edge of the bed and unfastened his belt buckle, pushing down his pants and his underpants together.
I took a deep breath, suddenly beginning to feel very strange. As soon as he was completely naked, my uncle stretched out on his back on the bed, and I could see exactly what he had between his legs. Except for Curt's when he was a little boy, I'd never had any idea a man's thing could get so big! I'd studied biology in high school and there were always girls who liked to talk about sex, so I knew how it was supposed to work. The man's penis got real hard, and he put it up inside of a lady's thing and moved it back and forth. But now I was all confused again, since I couldn't see any way in the world of getting Hugh's thing into a woman's body. The head was too wide, much too wide, and I wondered if he was abnormal. It made me blush to think about it, but I couldn't help wondering about the tight little opening up between my legs and imagining what it would feel like to have a battering ram like that stuck up inside of me.
But Ann didn't seem to be worried, and she laid down next to him, upside down so that her head was about level with his hips and she took his big fat penis in her hands and began stroking that long pole of flesh as if she was very fond of it.
"Now I've got you," she giggled, squeezing him until he groaned. "I'm going to keep your lovely big cock prisoner until you tell me what I want to hear."
She called it a 'cock'. At school, the biology teacher had called it 'the male genital organ', but I remembered hearing boys talk about 'cocks' and always had half an idea that was what they meant.
"Does it look good enough to eat?" he asked her jokingly. I found myself shivering for some reason and tried to convince myself that I should try to sneak away and not watch anymore. But it seemed as if my feet had suddenly grown roots and I was planted to the spot like a tree.
"Now that you mention it, I might be in the mood for a cockburger. I'd like it with a roll and lots of catsup."
"That way you lose all the flavor," he told her, although I hadn't the faintest idea of what they were talking about. "You ought to try it raw."
"Okay, I'll have a little snack down here while you tell me your plans for Miss Big Tits upstairs."
"Christ, don't remind me of her tits or I'll cum in your face," he told her, but just as he started to tell her what he planned to do with me, she did the most incredible thing I have ever seen.
She put his cock in her mouth!
I mean, she did it so naturally that for a moment I thought my eyes were playing games with me. She had been holding him with both hands, moving the thick loose skin of his male genital organ I have to remember not to use that other word back and forth and then she pushed it all the way back along the shaft until the big red head of his thing was completely exposed, almost touching her lips. Then with kind of a sigh, she just parted her wetly glistening lips and slid it in as if it were the nicest thing you could ever put into your mouth.
"Ohhhhhhhh!" I heard Hugh groan as if he were in seventh heaven, and he started to flick his hips back and forth as if he were making love to her mouth instead of the other place. Hugh seemed to be going crazy, and he put his hands in his wife's hair, grunting and groaning as Ann used her tongue on him. I could see her cheeks hollowing as she sucked hungrily on his long rigid instrument.
"I'm waiting," she gurgled, her words distorted by the presence of his lust-thickened penis in her mouth, and I remembered that Hugh was supposed to tell her how he was going to "get" me. Did this mean he wanted to have sex with me? But I was his niece! It would be incest, which is a horrible, horrible crime. He must have meant something else!
"Well.. . uh...I want you to have a girl talk with her, right.. . oh, God, yes, suck it like that...and in the meantime you put the brother in a position where he can't object...oh Christ, I'll tell you the story later."
They were making the bed squeak, and it was just my good fortune that I heard Curt's footsteps coming up the stairs. By now I really wanted to stay and see what was going to happen, but I couldn't risk the chance of my brother seeing that the door to the storage room was open and coming in to investigate. I had to get out fast. Moving as carefully as possible, I made it out and got the door closed behind me just as he came up the stairs.
"Hi Sis," he greeted me. "What's up, you decide to show me your real estate?"
Blushing like mad, I remembered that I had unbuttoned my blouse in the storage room and forgotten to re-fasten it again.
"It's so warm . . . " I said stupidly, buttoning it as quickly as possible and hoping that he wouldn't press the point. But he didn't! I could smell the cigarettes on his breath and guessed he had been down at the bunkhouse talking to Hugh's ranch hands, a rough dirty bunch of men. They'd probably given him a drink or two and talked about girls all night, so he was feeling a little guilty himself. He couldn't accuse me of having been up to something.
I really felt strange as I got my nightgown on, and somehow couldn't wait to get under the covers, even though it was still early and there was a rock and roll program on the television I wanted to watch. I had a funny tingling sensation up between my legs, about half way between a pleasant little thrill and a hot burning feeling. It occurred to me I might have picked up some kind of infection even though I'm always extra careful when I use public toilets, and it only just started when I was looking down the ventilation grate at the terrible depraved things my aunt and uncle were doing. But it didn't seem to want to go away, and I had the shakes on top of that. My hands were trembling like mad. Underneath the triangular patch of blonde hair I had between my legs, there was a terrible tormenting itch, and I had the unpleasant suspicion that watching my uncle and aunt do those awful things to each other had gotten me upset, physically I mean. And I'm much too young to start that sort of thing, although I'd noticed a similar kind of feeling that day on the train when I had been looking at the pictures in Curt's dirty magazine.
I went into the bathroom and got a jar of cream, the kind you use to keep your skin soft and nice, and then I turned out the lights and got into bed, thinking if I spread some of this cream on myself it would cool everything down. I felt good and safe in the darkened room as I opened the jar, took a dab on my fingers and put the jar on the night stand. Then, being careful not to get it all over the sheet, I spread my legs apart, pulled up my nightie, and put the cream onto the wetly tingling layers of vaginal flesh up between my legs.
It felt so pleasant that I shivered; then I really started working it in good, thinking about what I had seen through the ventilation grate.
It's funny, but I'd never really explored myself down there. I was feeling pretty guilty about doing such a silly thing, but it was kind of a strange night and maybe there was a full moon or something which was making everybody act the way they were.
I mean, Aunt Ann could hardly make a regular habit of sucking Hugh's big thick penis like that, could she? Anyway, I ran my fingers over the smooth moist edges of my vagina (we learned that word in biology although Curt knows this other word which I won't repeat) and I worked the cream in to the flesh, feeling the itching sensation slowly going away. But as soon as I stopped touching myself, it came right back...so I had to get some more cream and keep doing it. Beside, it felt tremendously good, better than anything I had ever done before, and I even let my middle finger slip a little ways inside of my tightly clasping vagina, and I spread the cream around inside of there too, remembering what my uncle's cock had looked like and wondering how any woman in the world could have a place inside of her big enough to accommodate a penis as big as that.
One thing was certain: If I understood what they were saying correctly and he really wanted to make love to me, it was a lost cause. Even if I were to let him try (and I sure had no intention of letting him do a thing like that!! ! ! ! ) he could never do it because the place inside of me just wasn't big enough for that big thick thing of his. To be perfectly sure (I was trying to be scientific about it), I put two fingers inside of me and rotated them around in a circle, feeling the walls of my vagina start to quiver a little bit, I guess because of the cream. I then got a third finger in, but that was absolutely the limit, and Hugh's cock was a lot bigger around than three fingers. No, there was no way. No matter what happened I was safe.
I wondered what it would feel like to have a man make love to me. Of course, nothing like that was going to happen until I was much older and got married to someone, but I couldn't help being a little curious about the whole business, especially after what I'd just seen going on downstairs. I'd always thought that making love would be sort of a sweaty unpleasant business, but there were funny little tingly feelings running around the pit of my stomach, and my hips just couldn't seem to hold still no matter how hard I tried to control them. I was moving my fingers in and out of that tight little elastic mouth of my vagina just as if I had a man's thing inside of me, and I decided that if making love felt anything like this, it would be pretty wonderful, especially if the person on top of you was someone you really liked.
About this time I noticed that the tips of my breasts were getting real hard and stiff the way they sometimes did in the shower, and, so I put my other hand under my nightgown and touched my nipples, feeling that tingle from down below sort of race up my backbone like an electric current and spread all through my body. I began to get the idea that this wasn't exactly what a girl should be doing to herself, but my body somehow was getting out of control, and I realized with horror that I couldn't stop! There was this enormous heat between my legs like a fire, and I was breathing like mad and my hand was going in and out like a steam engine.
All of a sudden a wave of pleasure hit me like a kick in the stomach, and my whole body went into kind of a convulsion...and I couldn't keep myself from groaning out loud even though Curt was sleeping in the next room and could easily have heard me. There was a rush of all kinds of wild erotic fantasies and dreams swarming around in my head as if I'd suddenly gone out of my mind. But the thing that really scared me was this feeling, this incredible sensation of pleasure which came over me. I felt like my body was screaming for joy, and it seemed to go on and on and I never wanted it to stop! I was cumming! I knew it the moment it started to happen, and my rippling little cunt felt as though it was exploding inside of me.
When I stopped, I cried for a long time, putting the pillow over my head so that no one could hear me. I wasn't a good girl anymore, and nothing would ever be the same again. Never!
May 17
I'm so ashamed. I'll never do a thing like that again. It was like being temporarily insane! Never, never, never!
May 21
Maybe I didn't understand what Hugh meant when he said he was going to "get" me that horrible night, because everyone's as nice as pie to me and Curt. Ann said that night that she thought I was stuck-up, so I've been making an extra effort to be friendly and helpful around the house, volunteering to do the dishes after dinner and keeping Curt's room clean, even though the big lug always leaves his dirty socks and underwear on the floor.
Hugh's got a couple of horses for us, so that Curt and I can go riding whenever we feel like it. I like horseback riding although it sometimes gives me a funny feeling you-know-where.
I'm starting to like it here. The only thing that upsets me is the bunkhouse where the hands live. They're all tough cruel-looking men, hard as nails, and they watch me whenever I'm outside. It's getting warmer everyday, and I can't go around dressed like a snowman all summer, but if I go out into the yard, or go riding, wearing just a blouse and short skirt, there's always someone around to make eyes at me. Whenever they talk to me directly, they always pretend to be very respectful and say, "Yes, Miss Susan," but behind my back I know they laugh at me because I blush easy, and there's no way in the world to keep my breasts from flopping up and down when I'm riding.
Oh, well, nothing's ever perfect, but sometimes those ranch hands scare me a little. They all look like they want to eat me alive.
May 22
My brother is always acting silly. Tonight we were listening to some records with Ann and she decided she wanted to dance. Curt got up and held her real close as if he were a grown-up and kept winking at me over her shoulder. I was surprised because Ann didn't seem to mind. In fact, she seemed to like it as much as he did, and she kept banging her hips into his loins.
I started to remember what I'd seen that night, and it occurred to me that my Aunt Ann might not be a very moral woman. He even had his hand sort of resting on her buttocks. Aunt Ann has a nice round curvy behind, but it's no place for my brother's hand. I may have to speak to him about this.
May 23
Something funny is going on, and Curt is acting very strange. I think he's forgotten that he's only fifteen, and I definitely think he should stay away from the ranch hands before they corrupt him completely.
After dinner tonight, I decided I felt like a shower. We'd had a bottle of California wine, and it was making me sleepy, so I took off my clothes and went into the bathroom and let the water perk me up again. I was in there for a long time I guess, just enjoying myself, when Curt came in from his room.
"Hey, get out of here, I'm taking a shower!" I shouted at him. The shower curtains are almost transparent and I was pretty embarrassed.
"I got some pictures to show you," he said in this funny voice as if we were two conspirators.
"Show me later."
"Okay, in the meantime, there's plenty to look at here. Damn, I wish you weren't my sister."
I didn't know what the heck he was talking about, but as I turned off the water I could see he was still standing there, leaning against the sink and looking at my naked body through the curtains.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" I normally don't use swear words like that, but I was pretty upset. He wasn't horsing around as usual; he seemed to be very serious, and it was pretty weird.
"Why don't you come out?" he called.
"Because I haven't got any clothes on, you jerk! I normally get undressed when I take a shower."
"That never used to make any difference," he complained. "You used to waltz around all the time with nothing on, and you never cared whether I saw you or not."
"That was when we were kids, silly." I was shivering behind the curtains, wishing he would go away, but I remembered how close we were just a few years ago. Everything was much simpler then.
"You're always saying I'm still just a kid, and if that's all I am, it shouldn't make any difference to you." His voice sounded hurt, and I felt sorry for him even though he was acting very weird.
"But I'm not a kid anymore, Curt," I pointed out to him, trying to make it very clear that I didn't want to hurt his feelings. "I'm a young lady and you're not a little boy anymore, at least physically. That's why we can't run around naked like we used to. Come on, I'm freezing to death back here."
"I know you're a young lady now. That's why I want to see you. I've never seen a woman before, except in pictures."
"Well, you shouldn't be looking at me!" I pleaded with him. Somehow he was making me feel mean, as if I was letting him down. "I'm your sister."
"One of the guys at the bunkhouse told me he used to make love to his sister. He made love to her every night until she got married, and then he was so sad he became a cowboy."
"Curt, you don't expect me to make love to you?" I was stunned at what he had said, and for a minute I forgot how cold I was. Just as I was about to yell at him I remembered what had happened to me the other night. I wasn't so holy, either.
"No, but I want to look at you," he said firmly. "Come on, I'll help you dry off, and then we can see these pictures."
I don't know what made me do it, but I guess I just felt sorry for him. Everybody always dumped on Curt. He didn't seem to do well in school I was always on the honor roll and when he had that problem with the cops, Daddy was very hard on him. And I was always putting him down.
"You...you promise to behave yourself?" my voice was quivering, and I guess I realized that we could stand there all night arguing about it but he was going to see me naked in the end.
And I didn't want to try any mad dashes either.
"Yeah." Slowly he pulled back the shower curtain and looked at me as I stood in the water up to my ankles in the bathtub. I must say he took his time about it, looking at the little blonde pussy up between my legs and then inspecting each of my breasts separately as if he expected to find one different from the other. I looked down and saw that my nipples had gotten all hard and round, and they were sticking out like buttons on a coat. I was embarrassed like mad, and wanted to cover myself, but I'd promised, and so I just put my hands on my hips and stared back at him.
"If you're through, maybe you could give me a towel?" I asked him sarcastically, stepping out of the tub and taking off my shower cap. I noticed that the front of his pants was bulging, and it occurred to me that his penis was probably erected. I had a sudden temptation, and the words were out before I could stop them. I don't know what gets into me sometimes.
"All right, you've seen what you wanted to see. Now take off your clothes." He looked surprised, and I guess he never counted on this. He stood there with a horrified expression while I tied one towel around my waist and used another one to start drying myself off. I really just said it to tease him, never expecting that he'd actually do it.
"I guess I'll take a shower too," he said finally in that funny strangled voice, and he turned his back on me to start taking off his clothes. We were both trying to pretend that nothing out of the ordinary was going on, but I could see his body shaking as he took off his pants and underpants and stepped into the shower. I still hadn't seen anything but his muscular wiry buttocks and he pulled the curtain shut and turned on the water. It was kind of a warm friendly feeling, standing there with my breasts naked, drying myself off slowly with the towel while clouds of steam billowed out of the shower. I decided being nude felt good, and after all since Curt was my brother nothing really could come of it. I was pretty shocked at the story about the ranch hand and his sister, but who could tell if that was not just some fable made up to impress Curt?
The shock came when he slid back the shower curtain and stepped out in front of me. I guess he had decided to take a shower before letting me look at him, hoping that his thing would go down in the meantime. But it hadn't. His long white cock was standing up stiff and tall, almost reaching to his belly button, and it was much thicker than I ever remembered it. There were tufts of black pubic hair on either side, and even his balls seemed much bigger than I would have guessed. He stood there like a soldier at attention, blushing like mad with his arms at his side. He looked a little silly with that big old fleshy pole waving in front of him, and I could tell that he was really much more embarrassed than I was. But he had started it, and I was going to take advantage of the situation. He wasn't the only one in the family who was curious about these things. Except for Uncle Hugh, I'd never seen a man naked, even in pictures, and never this close.
So we stood there for a few minutes like a couple of idiots while he looked at my erect little nipples and I looked at his long hard penis. I wanted to get down on my knees and really look at it close and see what it felt like with my fingers, but I remembered how violent the lawyer had gotten that time when he was excited, and I didn't want to get into a wrestling match with Curt, not with his muscles.
We were both blushing like a couple of freaks, and finally I took another towel and fastened it around my breasts so that all the important parts of me were covered. Curt seemed relieved that the staring contest was over, even though he had been the one who had started it, and he turned his back on me and put on his pants.
"You want to see those pictures or not?" he asked me, and I had a pretty good idea of what kind of pictures they were, since obviously something had gotten him all excited, or he would never have come barging into the bathroom demanding to see me naked. I was almost ready to tell him that his silly pictures of girls with no clothes on didn't interest me, but somehow after the nakedness business in the bathroom, I felt real close to him, sort of affectionate in a sisterly way. I knew it wasn't a good idea to get myself all excited and stimulated after what had happened the other night, and I was already starting to feel those darn little tingles on the insides of my thighs. Being naked like that in front of a man and seeing his penis all stiff and long was pretty exciting by itself, and it would be foolish to make matters worse by looking at dirty pictures.
But I said "yes" anyway, and we went into my room and flopped on the bed. Curt had this greasy, dirty yellow envelope, and he grinned at me mischievously like he used to do when we were little kids and about to do something naughty. I grinned back and unconsciously moved closer to him while he spilled the photographs out on the covers.
Neither one of the towels I was wearing was really very big, and it was hard to get comfortable and keep everything covered I owned, and I decided there wasn't much point at getting all modest at this stage of the game. Really, I knew this wasn't the way for either one of us to be behaving, but. . . well, it's hard to describe. After all we were both orphans now, living in a strange new place and Curt was the only person I had in the whole world I could talk to, even if he was a little juvenile once in awhile. It felt good to be naughty occasionally, and I knew Curt would never...never do anything I didn't want him to do.
The photographs were amateur snapshots, old and crinkled from being passed around in the bunkhouse, but it wasn't hard to see what was going on. I took in my breath quickly as I got a good look at the first one. I had been preparing myself for naked girls, but it was actually much, much worse than that.
The first picture showed a man with an enormously long penis doing sort of a push-up over this woman who was lying spread-eagled on a bed beneath him. Honestly, you could see everything! The man was circumcised (Curt isn't, I forgot to mention it) and the thick blood-filled head of his cock seemed to be about two inches across. The woman was young and kind of pretty with big breasts like mine, and she was playing with her nipples with her fingers, obviously waiting for the man to come stabbing into her. I would have been terrified out of my mind at that moment, but she was smiling at him lewdly, licking her lips with her tongue as if she thought she was really going to enjoy it.
"like it? He's getting ready to fuck her," Curt told me, and I tried to look very bored.
"Please don't use that kind of language," I reprimanded him, acting as if this was all old hat to me.
"Why not? That's the word for it, isn't it?"
"It most certainly is not! They are...oh...going to have...sexual relations," I told him, trying to remember how my biology teacher had expressed it. Actually at school they were always a little vague about the subject.
"That's not a word," Curt told me scornfully. "That's a whole sentence. The only word for it in English is 'fucking' and nobody's supposed to say it!"
"Well, of course, not! It's a dirty word." Curt looked exasperated. He was trying to make some kind of point, I suppose, but as usual I wasn't following him.
"Yeah, I know it's a dirty word, but what I'm trying to say is here's something that everybody does, and everybody talks about and they even take pictures of, and if you want to say it, you've either got to talk Latin or say dirty words. What kind of bull-shit is that?"
Curt talks a lot of nonsense sometimes, and I wasn't paying too much attention to him, particularly since these photographs were a lot more fascinating than his crazy ideas. I looked at the second picture, and they'd already started fucking (oops, that's Curt's bad influence!) and the man had his long thick cock stuck about half-way into the lady's wide-stretched pussy.
The camera was real close to them this time and you could see how stretched she was with the little elastic band of her wetly glistening vagina pushed as far as it could possibly go to take, all of his penis into her. I would have been screaming my head off with pain at this point. Her legs were long and finely tapered, and she had them wrapped around the man's back as if she were urging him to fuck into her even harder and deeper, although I couldn't see how he could possibly get any farther into her without splitting her wide open.
I know I should have been horrified and scandalized and torn these filthy things up into tiny pieces, but the absolute truth was that I was starting to feel that same darned funny itching sensation up between my legs. I guess it was the towel touching my tender nipples, but they were standing up real firm and hard, just like the night I did awful things to myself. I didn't want that to happen again, and I tried to take deep breaths and calm myself down, but the more I looked at those pictures, the more I seemed to feel how empty I was inside.. . I mean, it seemed to me I could almost feel the tight little walls of my vagina start to contract and expand and strange fluttering sensations up my spine. I was frightened. This was a whole new world for me, and I'd never had these feelings before. I've played kissing games at parties and things like that, but now I was suddenly finding out about these terrible strong urges inside of me, and I wondered how long I could possibly control them.
"How about this one?" Curt pulled another picture from the pack and laid it in front of me, and I studied it carefully, happy to have something to take my mind off of the frightening thoughts I was thinking. The man was all of the way inside of her now, and the girl looked like she was about to go into orbit. Her nipples were just as hard as mine were at the moment, and they were digging into the man's hairy chest like little bullets. She wasn't smiling in this picture, but her hands were on his buttocks and you could see where her fingernails were digging into his ass-cheeks. You couldn't see his cock anymore, because it was one hundred percent crammed up inside of her, and the only thing visible was these two enormous balls dangling between the two half moons of her buttocks.
"I should think he'd be hurting her," I commented, wondering how any human woman could take that monstrous log inside of her without being split up the seams.
"Why should he hurt her?" questioned Curt.
"Well, his thing looks so hard and thick . . . " Curt didn't know much about women's bodies, that was obvious. And I wasn't about to teach him.
"A man's cock ain't like a piece of iron," he informed me carelessly. "The end is a little spongy, and the shaft is kind of flexible."
"To me it looks like a piston," I said, starting to get involved in the argument. Curt and I were lying full-length on the bed, and as he talked, he rolled over onto his side facing me and I did the same, holding on to my towels to keep from popping out all over. Curt was naked except for a pair of dungarees, and I could see that his penis was hard too, since he'd apparently never calmed down after looking at me in the bathroom. It made me tremble to think that my body could have such an effect on a man, and I thought about the way the lawyer had acted when I turned up that day in his office with a mini-skirt on.
"Nah, it's not like that at all," Curt assured me, inching even closer on the bed. I saw his hands shaking, and I sensed what he was going to do, and I know I should have stopped him because this was getting a little past the game stage, but somehow I couldn't bring myself to say anything at all. I just watched like a bug-eyed nut as he drew down the zipper on his pants, and his long smooth cock jumped out like a jack-in-the-box, quivering in the air as if it were happy to be free.
The next thing I knew he had taken my hand and was guiding it towards his pulsating shaft of flesh.
"Touch it and see," he urged me, his voice low and husky with lust, and I knew I couldn't have stopped myself if there had been a firing squad in the room. My hand was shaking like a leaf, but I managed to get my fingers around his hotly throbbing penis, and he groaned like he was suddenly in heaven the moment I touched him. I knew it was all terribly wrong, but it had been such a long time since I had seen Curt really happy that I didn't let go.
"Susan, Susan," he was calling to me, his eyes closed and using my full name, while I caressed him. "Hold on to me like that. Don't ever let me go."
He was moving closer to me as I stroked him, pushing the smooth thick foreskin up and down with one hand while I cupped his heavy sperm-filled balls with the other. They were nice to touch, and I explored him all over while he lay still and moaned softly as if he were so happy that he couldn't even speak. I realized that now Daddy was gone there was no one in the world I loved as much as my brother and, in this moment, I felt that I should do whatever it took to make him happy again. It didn't make any difference whether it was right or wrong anymore, because if this was going to be a sin, it was a sin we were both going to do together, and as long as we were together I didn't care what happened.
Before I realized what I was doing, I put my head next to his, and I started kissing his face, not like we used to kiss boys at those spin-the-bottle parties with our mouths shut and our lips dry, but with my mouth wide open and my tongue out licking his cheeks and his eyes. Curt seemed almost as if he were crying, and when he reached out and tore off the towels which were covering my body, I was too excited to stop him. Then he began to touch my aching breasts the way he had a long time ago when they first started to grow, but he wasn't rough and he didn't hurt me. He seemed so grateful and almost respectful, and he massaged me gently until I thought my nipples were going to explode from excitement. I was starting to cry myself by this time, and I held onto his long hard cock as tight as I could, feeling the long pole of flesh pulsating like the heart of a frightened wild creature in my hands. I loved his penis because it was part of him, and I tried to make my hands as soft and gentle as I could because I knew that what he really wanted was to stick it up inside of me...and I couldn't give him that.
He started to move, holding onto my hips and plunging his loins toward me as if he were really fucking me and not just my hands, and I knew it was too late to stop now. His cock seemed to be expanding, getting longer and harder by the moment, and all of a sudden he cried out as if he were suddenly in pain, and his fingernails dug into the soft warm flesh of my thighs. It hurt, but by this point I didn't care what he did to me, because he was starting to cum in my hands.
Instinctively, I pushed myself as close to him as possible holding the tip of his wildly jerking cock against the flat smooth surface of my belly, and I almost died with happiness when I felt his hot cum spraying against my naked flesh and the steaming white fluid dripping all over my fingers and belly and thighs.
When he was finished cumming on me, we put our arms around each other and cried and cried and cried.
May 24
In the morning, I felt proud. It was a silly way to feel, I know, because what we'd done was evil and wicked, and it was clear that there were problems ahead for the two of us, but I felt ridiculously contented and happy anyway. It seemed to me that I'd never been so close to another human being in my entire life. We were always a little bit lonesome when we were kids, with our mother passing away just after Curt was born and Daddy always so busy at the office trying to raise two active youngsters like us. We had friends, of course, and we had each other, but for most of his life Curt had always been so wild and uncontrollable that he wasn't much companionship for someone like me.
But now my brother seemed to have changed. He had grown up, and overnight he had become a young man. Of course, what had happened last night was going to create problems, I wasn't kidding myself about that. We obviously couldn't go on doing what we did, that much was clear, but those feelings weren't going to go away, and as long as we had rooms right next to one another, it was going to be difficult to keep it from happening again, or even getting worse.
But in spite of the fact that I should have been worrying myself sick, or down on my knees praying for forgiveness, I still felt this crazy feeling of contentment, and for a long time I lay in bed, looking at the ceiling and wiggling my toes, remembering everything that had happened. I kept turning it over and over in my mind, looking at it from all sides, and the more I thought about it, the better I felt. I was a woman now and Curt was a man, and he had come to me unhappy, and I had taken care of him, I'd made him happy again, and when I sent him back to his own bed in the middle of the night, he had taken my face in his hands just the way they do in the movies and kissed me and told me how much he loved me.
Today we would have to have a talk, because it was obvious that we had to get serious and decide where we would draw the line with this kind of thing. But right now I did not have much enthusiasm for being serious. I was lying naked in bed on my back with the covers down around my hips, enjoying the morning sun, knowing I was missing breakfast and not particularly caring. I hadn't bothered to put on my nightie last night after Curt had left, and it was fun to squirm between the sheets with nothing on. There was a dry caked white crust on my stomach, and I knew that it was the place where Curt had cum the night before, but I didn't feel any great desire to rush into the bathroom and wash it off. I liked it there because I could smell the pungent odor from his semen, and it reminded me of him.
Suddenly there was a light tap on the door, and I just managed to get the sheet up over my breasts before the door opened and my Uncle Hugh poked his head in.
"Hey, sleepy head, you going to stay in bed all day?" There was a smile on his face as he walked into the room, frightening me a little, since I was stark naked and only had one thin sheet over me. Everything was so sexy in my little world lately that I couldn't really think of anything else. I suddenly remembered the way he'd talked to Aunt Ann about me the night I'd watched them from the storage room.
"Oh, I just felt like sleeping in this morning," I explained, trying to seem nonchalant and wondering exactly how much he could see through the sheets. "Did you need me for anything?"
"No, but I was going into town for a couple of hours, and I just wondered if you'd like to ride along and do some shopping. If you've got the best looking niece this side of Mississippi, you like to show her off once in a while. Besides Ann and Curt took off with a pair of horses towards the canyon, and they won't be back until after lunch. I didn't want you to wake up in an empty house."
I felt a tinge of irritation at Curt. After everything that had happened right here in this bed, he jumps up and goes for an extended horseback ride with Ann without even coming in to tell me where he was going or suggesting that I come along for the ride. But then I reasoned that Aunt Ann had probably proposed the idea over breakfast and they had decided not to wake me up...or maybe Curt wanted some time alone to think. It occurred to me that maybe he was upset too.
"Sure," I said. "I wanted to get some magazines."
"Good, I'll be leaving in an hour." But he had settled himself on the bed next to me and made no move to get up and go away. Somehow I felt as if he could understand everything just by looking at me. "You always sleep in the nude?" he inquired with a wink.
I blushed, realizing that the sheet wasn't offering me very much protection and wondering if he could see my pussy right through the material.
"Oh. . . once in a while," I stammered awkwardly. "I don't make a habit of it."
"Oh, no? I do! Haven't put on a pair of pajamas in twenty years. Makes me feel sexier to be naked in bed. Ann's the same way. Sheet feels so good rubbing you." He arched an eyebrow suggestively, and the way he said it made it sound kind of dirty.
"I.. . I wouldn't know . . . " I saw him glanced at something on the floor and then look back at me with a strange new expression on his face.
"You wouldn't know about what, Sue? About feeling sexy?"
"Well, uh, yes, I mean I'm still pretty young," I lied, not knowing where he was headed. If this was the beginning of a pass at me, I decided I would cut him off so fast his head would spin. Why did all the attractive men in my life have to be relatives?
"Hmmmmmm, I would have thought so too," he commented, a slow evil smile creeping over his handsome face. "But when I see things like this lying next to your bed, I begin to wonder."
With that he reached down and picked up the stack of dirty pictures Curt had been showing me the night before. I almost had a heart attack. How was I ever going to explain this? Would he get angry?
"I.. . I...Curt brought them in...I didn't look at them...I don't know where he got them." I knew I was stuttering like an idiot; but now he had me completely on the defensive.
He laughed as if he understood everything.
"Well, now don't get so upset, little lady! This isn't the end of the world, and I know exactly where Curt got them because I've seen them myself down at the bunkhouse.
You didn't look at them, eh?"
"No," I lied, knowing he wouldn't believe me.-
"Well, you should have. These are mighty interesting pictures, and people like you and Curt have got to learn about sex sooner or later.
Or do the two of you already know everything there is to know?"
"I...I took a course in biology last year," I explained, wishing we could talk about something else, while I desperately held the sheet up over my breasts.
"Oh hell, they don't teach you anything in schools! Sex is one thing everybody has to learn for themselves. Do you mean to say you still don't know what goes in where?"
"Well, I think I know that much at least," I told him, trying to sound adult and superior. I didn't want to give him the slightest opening to get friendly because it was clear by now that he was interested in me, I mean physically interested, and the fact that he was my father's brother wasn't bothering him in the slightest.
"I'm glad to hear it, because a gal with your looks is going to start her sex-life pretty soon. Any man in the world would give his eye teeth to be the first to show you exactly what goes where. Unless, of course, you and Curt have jumped the gun? What about it? Have you and Curt been giving each other lessons?"
"Hugh, I'd like to remind you that Curt is my brother," I told him indignantly, but he just laughed again.
"Dearie, every girl who's got a brother starts with him. And if she doesn't get out of the house fast enough, her uncles and her cousins usually get a crack at her too. Why, do you know who taught me the facts of life?"
"Who?"
"My aunt. My mother's sister, and she was in her thirties. I was about twelve at the time, and one day when everybody else was out of the house, she decided she had to give me a bath, i yelled like hell, because I was embarrassed at the idea of a grown lady seeing me with my pants down, but after I got out of the tub, she started drying me off and some very interesting things happened. Then we went back to her bedroom and some more very interesting things happened. A couple of days later, one of my girl-cousins came to visit, and I took her out into the woods and demonstrated everything I'd learned. I guess that's why I'm such a horny devil today. I got it so regular from my relatives when I was a kid that my appetite over-developed."
"Well, I assure you that Curt and I.. . "
"And don't you worry about Curt either," he informed me, putting his hand casually on my thigh. "He's a mighty good-looking young man, and I wouldn't be surprised if his Aunt took him in hand one of these days. She'll t him the facts of life, if you haven't already done it. it."
"I'm sure you're wrong!" I told him hotly. "Curt would never do a thing like that, never!
Hugh just chuckled again, his hand so rubbing my thigh.
"Well, little one, we'll just have to see, won't we? They're going to be riding together a long way today, and riding gets a girl all stirred up."
But then you know that, don't you? I see you spending a couple hours a day in the saddle, getting your cookies. Anyway, they're bound to get tired after awhile, and when they do, they'll probably find some nice cool grassy spot to rest, and if ol' Ann doesn't get his pants off, then I'd lose my bet."
I had never been so shocked and scandalized in my life! He was actually joking about the possibility that his wife was going to commit adultery with his nephew! I'd never known that people could be so cold-blooded about it. And I was even more horrified at the thought that he might be right. I'd be losing Curt. After Aunt Ann, there'd be other women, and...and what opened to me?
"Aren't you bothered?" I asked him sincerely. "Even if they did do a thing like that, which I don't believe for a minute, but if they did, wouldn't it upset you?"
"Why should it?" he laughed in my face.
"One of these days I'm going to do the exact same thing to you. Right now if you like."
"Never!" I shouted at him, shaking off his and curling my legs up under me defensively.
"Ah, we'll see about that, little one, we shall. "And if you don't want to fuck, why don't get some clothes on and we'll head for "There's a lady downtown who sometimes gives me a little-hospitality, when I don't get all I need at home."
"Never!! ! " I cried at him again, but he just walked arrogantly out of the room, laughing his head off.
May 25th
It's just awful the way those two are behaving! Curt and our Aunt Ann are acting just like two teenagers, and Curt follows her around all day like a hungry puppy dog. I've been wanting to have a long serious conversation with him, but he doesn't seem to want to talk about what happened that night, and I'm surprised that he hasn't tried to make it happen again. I mean, he must have enjoyed it a lot, and I expected that he'd be creeping into my bedroom every night begging for more, and of course, I'd have to explain to him very logically why it was impossible for a brother and sister to love each other that way. It's frustrating waiting for him to turn up at night so I can explain, since he hasn't said two words to me ever since it happened. Maybe he's embarrassed.
I should have figured out what was coming as far as Curt and Ann were concerned, but somehow they managed to take me by surprise, and they came within an inch of getting away with it without my knowing. After dinner, Hugh had a couple of drinks (he offered me some too but I refused), and said he was going to get some sleep. Curt was sprawled on the floor, watching the news on the TV, and I was glad when I saw Aunt Ann disappear into the bedroom with Hugh since that would mean that my brother and I would have a chance to be alone and talk. I sat down next to him on the floor and stroked his hair, trying to get his attention away from the darned television, when all of a sudden who comes flouncing back into the living room but Ann in her see-through, show-everything and then-some nightie.
"Ah-ha!" she said lewdly, "getting ready to do a little necking, eh? Caught you just in time!"
"We most certainly were not!" I told her indignantly. The trouble with Hugh and Ann is that they have nothing on their minds but sex, and they think everyone else is the same. "He happens to be my brother!"
"Listen, baby, if I had a good-looking little brother like that, I wouldn't let anything stand in my way," she announced sitting down on the rug on the other side of Curt. I was really quite shocked, because all she was wearing was that white nightie which didn't cover much of anything. I could see Curt's eyes perk right up, as he rolled over on his side so that he could watch the television and look at her during the commercials. He had his back to me, quite rudely, and all of a sudden I felt left out, as if they wished I would go away and leave them alone. But instead I sat up cross-legged so that I could keep an eye on the two of them and saw them grinning evilly at each other like a pair of perfect idiots.
"Come on, Curt, admit it," she said with this same lecherous smile, her high perky breasts wiggling voluptuously every time she moved. "You wouldn't mind playing games with your sister, would you? After all, a woman is a woman, even if she happens to be related to you."
Curt was blushing, but he didn't seem to mind this dirty talk in the slightest, and he couldn't take his eyes off of Ann's long slender legs which were stretched out nakedly in front of him. If her nightie were any shorter, you could see absolutely everything she had to offer. Suddenly I had the wild temptation to say something very casually about slipping into something more comfortable, the way the heroine always does in the movies. Then I'd go upstairs and get out of my gruesome blue jeans, let down my hair, and put on the long white nightdress I have. And we'd see who Curt would rather look at.
But unfortunately, I knew that Ann would only manage to make me feel silly with some dirty remark. Anyway I didn't want to get into a strip tease contest with Aunt Ann to see who could hold Curt's attention the longest. He whispered something to her that I couldn't hear, and I really began to feel hurt and excluded from the party.
"Well, I have some reading to do," I announced stiffly, even though I hated to leave them alone together, since with a woman as immoral as Ann you could never tell what was going to happen. Nobody suggested that I stay and keep them company, so I went up to my room, feeling about ready to cry. After all, I feel that Vm sort of in charge of Curt until he's old enough to know something about life, and I didn't want anyone tampering with his morals at the age of fifteen. Still, I reasoned that Aunt Ann could hardly do any tampering there on the living room floor, with Uncle Hugh sleeping in the next room, and if they dared come upstairs, I would hear them.
I wandered around my room aimlessly for awhile, since I really didn't have anything I particularly felt like reading at the moment and it was too early to go to bed. Having nothing better to do, I took my clothes off and put on my long white almost sheer nightgown, but I didn't really have the nerve to march downstairs. After all, Curt had already seen me stark naked, and maybe looking at me in my nightie wouldn't distract him much from Aunt Ann in her nightie. Besides, I had to keep reminding myself that this nakedness business with Curt was to be discouraged. The other night had been an exception because he was so unhappy.
After awhile, I heard the television go off, and I turned out the lights in my room to make Curt think I'd gone to bed. I had an ugly suspicion that Ann would get him all excited by flaunting her body at him and talking about sisters being just like any other woman. Then she'd turn him off, and he'd come upstairs and try to take it out on me. That was for the birds, and I shuddered as I heard the sound of footsteps on the stairs. The big shock came when the door to his bedroom opened, and I heard two voices, his and hers, and realized that they didn't give a damn whether I heard them or not! Or did they think I was asleep? I had to find out what was going on. It was practically my duty as Curt's big sister!
I sneaked into the bathroom and very, very gently put the latch on the door which came from Curt's room so that no one could come barging in while I was observing them and take me by surprise. Then I spread the bath mat on the floor to protect my knees and got down so I could see through the keyhole. I felt like a cheap little spy doing this, but I've been discovering lately that there are some temptations too strong for me to resist and this was one of them. The view was pretty good, and I could hear perfectly as well as seeing the two of them sitting on Curt's bed.
"Come on, now," Ann was saying to him as she curled up seductively at one end of the bed. "She's not here now, and you don't have to be embarrassed in front of me. Did you ever have a go at Sue?"
The filthy bitch! I swore under my breath, hating her more than I've ever hated anyone before, even Mr. Watkins. Why did she have to egg him on like this? Wasn't it bad enough he had to listen to all that dirty talk down at the bunkhouse without having her come along to stimulate him even more? It wasn't good for a fifteen year old boy to think about sex all the time. He should be saving his energy for the football team. Curt was embarrassed, I could see, and reluctant to talk, but she had him so far under her spell by now that he was helpless.
"Well, not exactly," he began, despite the fact that I was transmitting him urgent mental pleas to shut his fat stupid mouth. Didn't he see what Ann and Hugh were trying to do to us? Actually, it wasn't too clear to me either, but it sure was obvious they were up to something.
"That's only half an answer," she laughed, "but it sure does tell me a lot. Then you have had a go at her? But you didn't get it in, was that it?"
"Gee, Ann, it wasn't exactly like that," Curt tried to explain. "Sue and I...well, sometimes we just need each other...and I know you're not supposed to do it to your own sister, but she's so beautiful, and I love her so much that . . . "
Instantly, I felt all warm and good inside. For awhile I had been afraid that he was going to put me down in front of her, but he wasn't! Ann didn't look as if this were the answer she was looking for, so she changed the subject a little.
"Yes, I know, Hugh is always talking about what a terrific little body she has, and I can see his point. But you're quite a handsome young man yourself, you know. Wherever did you get those fantastic muscles?"
"Uh. . . well, I played football and did push-ups."
"You must be really strong. Let me see your chest, okay?"
I could see exactly what she was up to, and Curt never could resist the temptation to take off his shirt and show someone his build. He was grinning at her like an idiot as he stripped off his shirt. She crawled toward him, and I knew he could see down the front of her nightgown because his eyes widened with lust and his face took on that funny strained expression I had first seen the other night when we did those things to each other. I could also see that significant bulge in the front of his pants, and I knew he was getting all steamed up over the business of sitting on a bed half-naked with a good looking older woman who was wearing nothing but a skimpy nightgown. She touched his biceps and then ran her fingers seductively over the hard muscles on his chest.
"Oh, you are terrific," she complimented him, and by this time she was practically in his arms, kneeling over him and touching him everywhere. "I bet you're big all over, huh?"
At first, I didn't know what she meant, but Curt obviously did and his blush got even deeper.
"I'm about average, I guess," he mumbled. She was. sitting on her thighs in front of him, smiling lewdly and as he spoke she slid her hands down off his chest and cupped the mound under his pants with her hands.
"Oh, I'd say you're hung better than average, but it's hard to tell like this. Why don't you let me have a peek?"
"Gee, Ann...I'm a little bit shy . . . " He muttered uncomfortably, and for a minute I felt overjoyed, certain that he wasn't going to give in to her. But she just giggled and kept her hands where they were.
"Sure, I understand. You've never really had a woman, have you? Except for your sister I mean."
"Well, I haven't exactly had my sister," Curt explained loyally. "We fooled around one night, and she took off her clothes and held me but.. . "
"Oh, a hand-job, eh? Not really enough for a strong young man like you. I guess I can't offer much competition with Sue, can I? She's got those magnificent big tits, and I'm practically flat-chested compared to her."
But Curt was desperately trying to keep from being disloyal to anyone, and I could see that she was leading him around by the nose.
"No, that's not true, Ann. Sure, Sue's a sensational looking chick, but you're beautiful too . . . "
"How do you know?" she challenged him. "You've seen Sue without her clothes on, but not me."
"Well.. . I guess I haven't, no."
"But it would be easy enough to arrange. I haven't got a stitch on under this nightie, and all you'd have to do is take it off me. But you haven't got the guts, do you?"
"I guess I've got the guts, yeah!" Curt shot back. Boys will do any crazy thing if you insult their courage and my brother was no exception.
"I'm waiting."
She didn't have to wait long. Kneeling between his legs, it was the easiest thing in the world for Curt to take her nightie by the hem and pull it up over her head. She cooperated by raising her arms, but as soon as she was naked, she put her hands back on the bulge of his penis keeping the pressure on him.
"Well, what do you think?"
Of course, I'd seen her naked once before, and knew what to expect, but Curt was obviously pretty dazzled. He didn't know what to do next, and I guess it still wasn't obvious to him that she wanted to make love. I was really hating for her taking advantage of him like this, and I thought about going downstairs and waking up Uncle Hugh in order to show him what a faithful wife he had. But I remembered that Hugh had already predicted that this would happen eventually. And she would probably tell him about it herself, so why bother?
"like what you see?" she asked lecherously, moving her shoulders back and forth to make the smoothly tempting globes of her breasts wiggle in his face.
"Yeah," grunted Curt, but he was too busy looking to carry on an intelligent conversation.
"I'm not as big as Sue, am I? But they're nice and soft."
"Yeah, they look...uh...soft," stammered Curt, I guess not knowing what else to say.
"Well, you don't have to be content with looking, honey," she advised him, still moving her hands tormentingly up and down on his long rigid cock. "Why don't you touch me and see?"
Curt was weakening fast, and I could see a greedy hungering look cross his face as he began to stroke her nakedly quivering breasts, fingering the dark brown tips of her nipples until they reacted by standing up hard and firm just the way mine always did when I got excited.
"Now how about letting me have that peek I asked for? It's not fair you should get to look at everything I own, while I don't get to see what really interests me." She didn't bother waiting for him to say yes or no, but unfastened his belt and drew down the zipper, just like she was unwrapping a Christmas present. I discovered my whole body was quivering as I watched her peel back his underpants and reach in to touch the tip of his long blood-engorged penis. I was getting kind of stirred up myself at the idea of seeing Curt's lovely big cock again, but I was furious inside that she should be touching it. It's silly I know, especially since I'm his sister, but after that night when I held him so gently in my hands and made him cum against my stomach, I sort of had the idea that it belonged to me.
She wasn't content to touch him, and as I watched, she pulled his pants and underpants right down over his knees and off completely so that he was sitting there as naked as she was. Curt looked relieved that it was over and done with, and his virile young cock stood up just as proud and happy as can be between his legs. She held it delicately between her fingers, and I thought she was going to stroke him until he came the way I had. But I was wrong, because she had much bigger things in mind.
"How did Sue touch you, Curt? like this?" I don't know why she had to keep bringing me into this degenerate business, but I had half a suspicion that she was trying to impress on him the idea that I was no better than anyone else, I mean as far as my behavior was concerned. Curt was real proud of my looks and the good marks I got in school, but by reminding him that I'd taken off my clothes in front of him, she was trying to make me seem just as much of a whore as she was. She was caressing him expertly, placing both hands around the solid thick shaft of his cock and then working her way slowly up to the tip. Then on the downstroke she pushed the thick loose skin down so that I could see the fat bulbous cock-head, all moist and glistening and beautiful, at least to my eyes. Ann seemed to like it too, because I could tell from the way she was twitching and wiggling her naked body around that she was getting pretty hot herself.
"Ooooooohhhh," Curt groaned. "Something like that.. . "
"But she didn't let you come inside of her, right? You didn't get to fuck her?"
Curt shook his head, his eyes practically blazing with lust as he watched Ann raise her voluptuously ripened body up in front of him. My brother was leaning against a pillow propped up against the head board of the bed with his legs stretched out in front of him. Ann knelt over him, putting one knee on either side of his thighs, never letting go of his excited young penis for a minute. The little brown nipples on her breasts were dancing like gum-drops in his face, and she kept pulling his visibly pulsating cock in the direction of her hair-lined pussy.
"That's too bad, Curt, 'cause fucking's the best thing there is. Do you want to fuck me? Huh?" She didn't give him a chance to say "Yes", which is certainly what he was going to say because she plastered her open mouth against his. I could see her tongue darting agilely in and out of his mouth, and Curt put his arms around her slender tapered waist and pulled her naked body closer to him so that the smooth half-moons of her buttocks were suspended above the long impaling sword of his muscular cock.
"Hell yes!" I could see his fingers sinking into the supplely yielding flesh around her hips as he struggled to force her sensual nude body down onto the hardness of his cock.
"Then let me hear it," she begged him lewdly, her voice low and sultry as sexual desire took complete possession of her body. I had never seen anything so fantastic in my life as the way she caught fire like a pile of dry leaves! A moment before she had been sitting there calmly teasing him with words and now she was practically raping him. I was getting pretty steamed up myself as I knelt there, shivering from head to toe underneath my long white nightie, and these wild terrible fantasies kept streaming through my head as I imagined that it was me crouching over Curt's long thick penis about to have it slide up into my virginal pussy.
"I want to fuck you," Curt growled obediently. "I want to fuck your cunt until you scream!"
That seemed to do it as far as Ann was concerned, and she surrendered herself to him, lowering her nakedly squirming little torso down on his rigid pole of flesh while Curt explored all the mysterious crevices of her body, putting his fingers boldly right into the moist hair-covered slit of her vagina and opening the lips of her pussy as she settled slowly down on top of him. There was a moment of difficulty when the bulging head of his cock did not seem to want to fit into her narrow vaginal crevice and for one precious instant I prayed that he would be too big for her and they wouldn't be able to do it. But it was just a moment's delay, and they both seemed to enjoy overcoming this little obstacle. Ann wantonly wiggled back and forth while Curt forced the broad thick tip of his penis relentlessly into the gaping little mouth of her pussy.
Finally there was an obscene pop as he bulldozed his way into the moist tightness of her cunt. With a deep sigh of pleasure, she settled slowly and happily down on his loins, like she was sliding down a pole which she was, in a way. I could almost imagine how his wonderfully throbbing cock must have felt as it wormed its way steadily up inside of her excited pussy.
"Oh...oh God you feel good," she groaned, as if she were half-way between pain and ecstasy. Curt was going wild, his hands swarming frantically all over her tawny body at once, just like a kid at a birthday party who has so many presents he doesn't know which to open first. He played with the round firm globes of her naked buttocks, kneading and massaging her smooth flesh in his hands until I was afraid he would get too rough and tear her apart. Then he transferred his attention to her proudly uplifted breasts, putting his mouth directly on her hardened nipples and sucking for all he was worth.
But Ann didn't seem to mind, since she was apparently getting her cookies at the same time. Slowly and regularly, she was sliding her wet pink cunt up and down on his thick white penis, her hands reaching into the softly curling brown triangle of her own pussy hair to spread her vaginal lips even farther apart and give him all the access she could to the churning depths of her body. They were both sweating and grunting a little as they worked each other over, and I noticed there was a light layer of perspiration on my own forehead, just as if I were in there with them. Part of the time I felt shocked and horrified, but whenever Ann rose up on her thighs, revealing the long wetly glistening shaft of my brother's cock embedded in her clasping cuntal slit, I trembled with unsatisfied lust, somehow wishing I wasn't being left out in the cold.
What can I do? I asked myself in absolute misery, seeing that after this experience Curt would certainly not need me anymore. I couldn't let him fuck me; no, that would be the worst thing in the world. Besides, that big thing of his would probably not fit up inside of my inexperienced little vagina, and I couldn't do it even if I tried. Should I slip into his room tomorrow night without my nightie and hold him in my hands again? No, he would never be satisfied with that again, not after he had had the real thing from an experienced older woman. It was hopeless! I was going to lose him for sure!
"Oh fuck it, fuck it hard," Ann was urging him obscenely, and I don't know how a woman could bring herself to say such an immoral thing to a man in bed. Curt was obviously doing his level best to please her, bouncing his hips up and down and causing his penis to slide in and out of her cunt in a steady rhythm while she undulated tormentingly above him, the sinews of her thigh and stomach muscles rippling fiercely beneath her unblemished flesh. Her sleek white ass-cheeks were rotating desperately and, in fact, she was moving in so many directions at once that it made me dizzy watching her. Sometimes she waved her arms over her head like a dancer, thrusting her ripely tempting breasts right into his face, and sometimes she steadied herself with her hands on his hips, using the extra leverage as she drove her thirsty loins ferociously up and down on his stiff young cock.
"It's so good, oh Ann it's so good!" he moaned at her in ecstasy.
"And it's going to get better and better," she assured him, never breaking her rhythm as she talked. "You're a mighty fast learner. Put your hand under here, and I'll teach you something else."
I was anxious to learn too, and I watched carefully as she guided Curt's hand around to her nakedly rotating buttocks again, forcing his outstretched middle finger into the crevice. I didn't have the foggiest idea what she was up to, and I didn't think Curt did either, but it was obvious that she was stimulated out of her mind and ready to try any degraded perverse trick. The business of seducing young boys must be right down her alley, I decided, watching my brother fish around between the moistly clasping cheeks of her buttocks, probably wondering what he was supposed to do. He didn't have to wonder long.
"Yes, oh God...stick it in my ass-hole . . . "oh that's heaven!" she gurgled as if she were going straight out of her mind with stark animal pleasure. I blinked my eyes in dismay, seeing that Curt's middle finger had invaded her widely spread half moons far enough to touch the little brown circle of her anus. My God, he was touching her ass! The idea made my body tremble all over, and I instinctively put my hands protectively over my own bottom. This woman was a monster, I realized. There was nothing too degenerate for her.
"Ah, ah, that's right, baby," she groaned at him passionately, pushing his face forward into the warm softness of her breasts while she rode him like one of her horses. "Oh touch me there...yes, push it in like that. Now...even harder . . . "
Curt was slaving under her like a madman by this point, and if she was out of her mind, he was clearly not too far behind. From my vantage point behind the door, I could see his thick middle finger getting wet from the rivulets of warm sex-liquid pouring out of her churning cunt and then darting around the edges of her tightly puckering little hole. I was a little mystified, never even having heard of this particular perversion before, and I couldn't see how a woman could possibly enjoy being touched there, but it was as plain as day that Ann liked it plenty.
"Inside . . . " she panted desperately, her face now dissolving into the most frightening mask of lust I have ever seen, "Put your finger further up inside my ass-hole!"
Curt was so stirred up by this time that he'd have done any crazy thing she asked him, and I got a good look at his finger testing the defenses of her anus with a couple of tentative prods and then sliding in as far as the first knuckle as the tight elastic ring surrendered completely.
"Aaaaaahhhhhh!" she groaned and it seemed to me that she must be in pain, but she could easily have asked him to take it out, and she didn't. Curt seemed to be enjoying this bizarre experiment, for he ignored her groans and speared into her even farther, sinking his thick finger into her offended rectum as far as the second knuckle.
"Oh, yes...hurt me, hurt me like that."
He had her penetrated very thoroughly at this point, and I could see a subtle change coming over my brother's face. Up till now, he had been timid and sly, doing whatever she told him to, but now he seemed to be realizing that he was the man and he could do just about anything he wanted to her. I noticed now too, that Ann's body was vibrating like a buzz saw, and she was bouncing up and down on top of him convulsively as if she were no longer in control of herself, groaning so loudly each time his lust thickened cock skewered into her tightly clasping cunt that I was afraid she'd wake up Uncle Hugh.
Curt's cock seemed to be growing and expanding like mad, just the way it had that night when he had thrust his penis into my hands and cum all over me. I had been pretending to myself all along that I was just watching this brutally obscene business out of curiosity, but I had been kidding myself for the past ten minutes since I was just as excited as either one of them. My knees hurt like hell, and it was all I could do to keep my hands off of myself, but I kept rubbing my thighs together. It was stupid and wicked to let myself be so terribly aroused by something as base and depraved as what they were doing, but I couldn't help myself any longer.
Curt seemed to be going like a steam engine now, and I realized that all those hours he had spent playing football and doing exercises had made him as strong as a horse when the time came to make love. His naked young body glistened with sweat, but he showed no signs of weakening, pummeling her wetly glistening vagina brutally with his hardened penis while he thrust his entire middle finger deeply in and out of her tortured little anus with the same savage jungle rhythm. I could tell that Aunt Ann was getting ready to finish, because her face had a strange strained expression, and she was now holding still, letting Curt do all the work, her fingernails digging cruelly into his muscular shoulders while she muttered all the filthy obscene words she could think of.
"Oh, fuck it hard! Hard!" she was chanting at him insanely, and she began to thrash her head uncontrollably back and forth as she massaged her own nakedly quivering breasts with her hands. Curt was grinning savagely, knowing that she had come up here tonight to play with him as if he were an ignorant child, but was finding that she had let herself in for a hell of a lot more than she had bargained for.
"Oh, God, I'm cumming," she grunted suddenly, apparently almost surprised, as if this were the first time in history it had ever happened to anyone. The filthy old whore! I was so jealous of her in this moment I could have cheerfully killed her. I couldn't understand what she was saying anymore because she was mumbling unintelligibly as her sensually trembling body seemed to go into convulsions and she collapsed on top of Curt. Her arms went around his waist and she buried her face in his chest groaning loudly, as her hips danced in a lewd ecstasy.
I don't know how in the world Curt had managed to hold out as long as he did, but when Ann came she must have tightened up on his cock because he obviously started to cum himself at that exact same instant. The two of them were moaning like a pair of maniacs and streams of white slippery cum-juice mixed with the orgiastic fluid in Ann's naked body and came pouring out on the bed. Curt seemed as if he was going to tear her voluptuous body from limb to limb as the spasm swept over his muscular frame, and he moaned almost pathetically, just like he had the night I had taken his wonderfully throbbing penis in my hands.
Why do I keep going back to that night? It was obvious by this time that Curt was just a horny kid who was willing to screw anyone who'd let him. Our beautiful night together had apparently meant nothing to him. Of course, this was perfectly normal since brothers and sisters are not supposed to fall in love with one another, but then neither are nephews and aunts! No, the whole sex thing between me and
Curt had gotten way out of hand, and I decided I would be smart to do what he had obviously done: Forget it.
I figured they were finished making love to each other by this point, and I guess Curt thought so too, but Ann had one more surprise in store for him. I watched curiously as she lifted her sweat-streaked body off of his slowly deflating cock and then hunched down on all fours between his widespread legs, resting her head on one of his firm muscular thighs.
"Gee, I never dreamed you could be half this good," she admitted frankly, and Curt looked as happy as if he'd just gotten an "A" in math. "Was it really the first time you've fucked a woman?"
I could tell that Curt was on the verge of inventing one of his tall stories, but at the last minute he decided to be honest and tell the truth.
"Yeah, but it sure won't be the last." He was a little bit uncomfortable since Aunt Ann was still playing with his deflated penis, still glistening and moist from the juices of her body. I was dripping with sweat myself from the excitement, and my knees were starting to hurt like crazy from kneeling all that time with my eye to the keyhole, but I knew I wasn't going anywhere until they finished. Ann was smirking at him evilly, as if there was some depraved little secret which only she knew about, and she began stroking his flaccid cock to his manhood so that her red wet lips were almost touching it. I watched with amazement as Curt's penis began to stir restlessly as if she were breathing new life back into him.
"Maybe we should go on and teach you a few more tricks while we're at it," she murmured seductively. "I know a game you might like to try."
"What do I have to do?" asked Curt willingly as if the coach of his football team was about to explain a new play.
"Nothing, baby. You just relax and let Ann do all the work. I think you deserve a little reward for being so good, and this is the nicest reward a woman can give to a man."
I knew what she was going to do, because I'd already seen her give this particular reward to Uncle Hugh the night I watched the two of them through the ventilation shaft, but I couldn't bring myself to believe that she was actually going to try it with someone as young and inexperienced as my brother. She was going to make him into a sexual degenerate just like herself! But there was nothing I could do but watch and suffer in silence. I wouldn't even be able to talk to Curt about it, because that would mean admitting that I'd spied on them, and he was certain to get mad at me.
But I didn't have the time to do much thinking about it at the moment, because things were starting to happen in the next room and I changed eyes at the keyhole, determined not to miss a thing. It seemed incredible, but Curt's virile young cock was not yet finished for the night. She was caressing him more strenuously now, running her witch's fingers all the way from where the stout shaft of his cock merged into his loins to the waist to the moist plum-colored tip, moving the thick leathery skin back and forth teasingly. Curt groaned, his hips involuntarily beginning to undulate up and down, even though I don't think he had gotten the idea yet of the vile perversion she was going to do to him.
When his long thick penis was completely hard and rigid again, she carefully pushed the skin back as far as it would possibly go so that I could see the bulging blue veins running through the bottom of his pole-like cock. And then, moving slowly the way you're supposed to with a frightened animal, she licked her lips to moisten them (I unconsciously did the same) and kissed him right on the lust-swollen tip. Curt almost went out of his mind; his eyes popped open and the muscles in his powerful arms flexed with pure animal joy.
"Oh Christ," he muttered, staring down incredulously at the unbelievable thing happening between his outstretched legs. Ann got up on her hands and knees now so that she could handle him better, never for a minute taking her wetly ovaled lips away from the thick turgid shaft of his male flesh. She looked like a slave girl serving her master, crouched before him on her haunches as if he were some kind of sex god and she were a high temple priestess about to perform some weird pagan ceremony. Then she started using her tongue on him, spearing the tip into the tiny slit at the end of his glans while Curt's head flailed back and forth in savage animalistic delight. She was playing him like a musical instrument, and for a moment I had to stop hating her and admit that she really knew how to handle men. Of course, I would never do anything remotely resembling what she was obviously planning to do, but when I got married, naturally I would have to let my husband come into me, and I decided I was learning a few useful techniques.
Just as Curt seemed to be getting used to the business of having her kiss and lick his wildly quivering penis, she took one giant step forward. With a low guttural sigh, she opened her mouth and took him all the way between her lips, and I saw my brother suck his breath in sharply as she took him by surprise. Poor Curt! He had seen a picture of a woman doing this to a man in those pictures they gave him down at the bunk house, but it never occurred to him that his aunt would ever do the same thing to him. I could see his eyes bulging with amazement and lust as he watched the long moist shaft of his penis slowly disappearing inside the soft wet warmth of her mouth.
"Oh God," he mumbled, apparently half-convinced he was only dreaming. But it was real, because I was watching it too. Ann's nakedly rounded buttocks were up in the air as she crouched over him submissively. I could tell she was exerting a wicked pressure on the bulging head of his cock because she had formed her lips into a tight little circle. With one hand, she tickled the soft resilient sac containing his testicles while she caressed the broad base of his penis with the other, whipping him deliberately up into a frenzy of uncontrollable desire. Curt began to flex his hips, instinctively, I guess, since no one had ever told him what to do, and he started to drive his long thick cock farther into her hungrily sucking mouth while her cheeks bellowed in and out rhythmically.
It was pretty exciting, watching the two of them go at each other like a pair of maniacs, and I found that my hands kept stealing down between my legs. Once, before I realized what I was doing and made myself stop, I found I had been frantically rubbing my pussy with my hand, doing it unconsciously. The temptation was strong, I mean really strong, but I was firmly determined never to disgrace myself that way again. The rest of the family may have gone crazy for sex, but some of us had to be able to control our evil emotions!
I was almost certain that Ann would choke on Curt's huge penis sawing in and out of her greedy mouth, but she seemed to be enjoying herself enormously! Despite the fact that he had crammed his massively thickened cock half way down her throat by this point and was pummeling into her face as if he wanted to kill her, I could hear little hums and mewls of absolute pleasure rumbling in her throat. Her tongue was working on him furiously when she suddenly switched the position of her hands, grabbing his rock-hard buttocks as if she wanted him to go plunging even deeper into her mouth. She looked like a naked she-devil gone completely mad, and I could see tiny rivulets of sweat pouring down over her arched back.
Curt was mumbling one terrible obscenity after another, gasping and panting in lewd forbidden delight, and I could tell he was getting ready to cum again. In fact, I was so excited myself that I was almost ready to have an orgasm myself, and I knew it would happen in a minute if I would just weaken long enough to just once, touch that little pink bud of flesh which hangs between the swollen lips of my vagina. I wanted to do it so bad it almost hurt, but I gritted my teeth and fought off the temptation.
Then Curt got this funny strained expression on his face and bent over Ann's body holding onto her head for dear life. I couldn't see anything, of course, but I could tell by the way that he thrust deep, deep into her cruelly-stretched mouth that he was cumming. I tried to imagine what it would feel like to have a man do that to me, to use my lips and mouth as a repository for his hot white semen, but I couldn't quite picture myself ever letting it happen. There were some depraved perversions I'd prefer to leave to women like Aunt Ann.
Her cheeks billowed out again as Curt ejaculated his cum into her gluttonous little mouth, and with stark amazement, I saw that her jaws were working and her Adam's apple was bouncing wildly up and down. She was swallowing it! She was sucking his hot sticky cum right into her as if it were the nectar of the gods. I guess she had no choice about it really, because he had fucked into her throat so deeply that she had to gulp it down or choke. But she went on sucking him greedily as he pumped it steadily into her, his hands tangling brutally in her hair as if he were afraid that she would try to escape at the last minute and ruin everything for him.
Finally Curt twitched out the last of his hot sperm and sank back against the pillows, his big body obviously wracked with exhaustion. His depleted young cock was drooping again, but she licked it clean, pushing the uncircumcised foreskin back so that she could insert her prying busy tongue into all the little crevices of his slowly deflating penis. When she finally stopped and looked up at him, a lewd triumphant smile on her face, a long thin string of cum ran from her moistly glistening lips to the tip of his overworked cock.
"How was that?" she asked him, coughing a little to clear her throat of the cum he had deposited there.
"God, that was.. . " Curt seemed to be at a total loss for words, "that was terrific."
"Your big sister ever do anything like that for you?" she asked, and suddenly as she mentioned me, I felt what seemed like flames dancing all over my body, and I began to shake like a leaf. Oh God, I couldn't help myself. I was doing it. . . doing it. . . and imagining Curt was fucking me and I was sucking him!
"Sue? Hell no, and she'd hit the ceiling if I even mentioned it to her."
"Really? I think you may not understand your sister as well as you think. Haven't you noticed that way she's been playing up to Hugh? And you said she'd done some pretty strange things with you the other day...huh? The next time the two of you are having one of your free-for-all sessions, just throw her on her back and stick your big beautiful cock in her mouth!"
"Yeah...I'll do it!" said Curt and that did it for me. I don't know why they didn't hear me because I doubled up and collapsed on the bathroom floor, my hands working up between my legs as the first spasm of my climax ripped through me like a hurricane. It was too violent to be enjoyable, and my throat got so tight that for a long moment, I couldn't breathe. I could feel my fingernails biting savagely into my thighs, but the orgasm was too strong and I couldn't help myself. It seemed to go on and on and on, and when it was over I lay for a long time on the cold tile floor of the bathroom, panting quietly, and not thinking about anything at all.
May 28
It just goes on and on and on! I'd like to settle down and come back to earth for a while, but the atmosphere in this house is so supercharged with sex that you practically breathe it every time you fill your lungs. I had wanted to have a long serious talk with Curt about the way things were going, but after all that has happened, I'm a little bit afraid to be alone with him. At night I lie in bed, listening for footsteps, never knowing whether Curt is going to come creeping in from his bedroom to try out Ann's suggestions on me, or whether Hugh will climb up the stairs and make another play for my body.
Right now, Hugh is very busy with the ranch, and he's out with the hands all day and comes home pretty tired at night, and he's got poor Curt with him, working him like a dog. But I have this lurking feeling that something is brewing and as soon as his busy period is over, one of them is going to be pestering me again.
Can I count on Curt to protect me? It's obvious that Hugh and Ann are working together, with Ann doing her best to convince Curt that I'm a hot-pants bitch who wants it so bad she doesn't care where it comes from. The fact that Curt has been in bed with Ann doesn't help matters either, since now he's in a poor position to object if Hugh tries any funny business with me. Right now, my uncle just looks at me, as if he's biding his time, waiting until the moment is ripe. Ann has got me doing most of the household work and I'm pooped.
May 29
Today was worse than usual. We had dinner and all the three of them did was talk about sex. It seems that Ann has been reading this new book for married couples and it has a lot of detailed instructions on how to make love in about a hundred different positions. Of course, she had to discuss all one hundred of them in detail while the two men kept turning to look at me to see whether I had turned purple with embarrassment or just scarlet.
It's bad enough for all this discussion to be going on around me, but I have worries of my own, which I have to keep inside of me since there's no one I can talk to. For one thing, I feel sexy all the time. I used to wonder what those strange sensations mean, but I've learned a lot since we came out here to live, and now I know exactly what it means when I get that tormenting burning sensation high up between my legs and my knees seem to be turning into butter. But there's another thing bothering me even more, and it's so embarrassing that I even have difficulty forcing myself to think about it.
It seems absurd, but I'd only seen two men in my entire life, Hugh and Curt, with their clothes off. Both of them have these great big hard penises, and Aunt Ann seems to have no difficulty at all in taking them into her. But what I wanted to know was this: Were they extra-big, or was I extra small? I'd looked at myself as well as I could and even held a mirror between my knees, and I knew that neither one of those two men could ever make love to me. They're too big! Not that I wanted either one of them making love to me, because they're both relatives, but if all men were built like that, then maybe I'd better not get married. I keep imagining myself going on my honeymoon and having my new husband find out that he couldn't do anything with me!
Anyway, at dinner, I sat there worrying about it while Ann was describing her new positions. Then the men went into the living room to watch television and the two of us did the dishes. Some days Ann treats me like a household slave, but tonight she was in one of her nice moods. She seemed so friendly that I finally broke down and told her what was worrying me, without saying, naturally, that I'd seen her husband in the nude.
"Why honey, is that what's bothering you?" she chuckled, drying her hands on the dish towel. "You think you're too small? Well, there's only one way to find out, Sue. Come into the bedroom."
By now I regretted having said anything at all, since I didn't like the idea of having anyone inspect my private parts. But Ann just laughed off my objections and pushed me into the bedroom, closing the door behind her. I was practically turning green with embarrassment by now, but she made me take' off my panties and lay down on the bed with my knees apart, just like they make you do when you go to the gynecologist's office. She even washed her hands very professionally first as if she were a nurse.
"Now, Sue, let's have a look at you," she said firmly, sitting down between my outstretched knees. Without wasting any time, she put her fingers right into the soft blonde triangle of pubic hair covering my vagina and began gently spreading my pussy lips apart. She didn't stop there, even though I was squirming in an agony of humiliation, and she poked her fingers up even farther into the hidden recesses of my body, touching the sensitively shivering walls of my cunt while I fought to keep a moan from escaping my lips.
"Why, honey, there's not a thing wrong with you," she told me with a laugh. "You've got the. tightest little cunt I've seen in a long time, but I was that way myself once. All you need is a couple of sessions with a good man to spread you out a little, and you'll be fine."
"You mean...if a normal man were to make love to me, after I'm married, of course, he wouldn't hurt me?" I asked, thankful that the examination was over.
"Well, it always hurts the first couple of times, honey, but it's worth it as far as the gal is concerned. And you better get started, kid. Nobody lives forever, and the idea is to get in as much loving as you can before they plant you in the cemetery. Why, when I was your age, I'd already done half the things they wrote about in that book."
June I
This morning at breakfast, Hugh announced that he was taking me riding. It was a day off for everyone, and Anne was going into town with Curt to do some shopping. I didn't particularly like the idea of being alone out in the hills with Hugh, but I decided that I couldn't very well say no. I had mixed feelings about my uncle. He was handsome and witty and fun to be with, but I always sensed that he might jump on me at any minute, and sometimes he was so mean to Curt it made me want to cry. Furthermore, he had frankly told me that he planned on taking me to bed, and he couldn't get much blunter than that. The only thing I could hope for was that he would take no for an answer. He could hardly rape me, could he? The thought made me shiver with fear, but somehow I saw my uncle as a man who liked to get his way with his brains rather than his brawn. I would just have to keep my wits about me.
"Why don't you go on down to the bunkhouse and tell one of the hands to saddle up our horses? I've got some odds and ends to clean up and I'll meet you back here."
I wasn't too enthusiastic about venturing into the bunkhouse alone, but I knew I would have to face it sooner or later. The day was going to be blistering hot, so I put on a light dress and a broad straw hat and sneakers before walking down to the bunkhouse. Some of the men had taken the pick-up truck into town to enjoy their day off, but there were a half-dozen hands sitting around a table, playing cards and drinking cold beer, despite the fact that it was only nine o'clock in the morning. I stepped inside the building and took a quick look around before announcing what I had come to say. One of the men, a tall ugly guy named Jed who had always looked at me lecherously, was wearing only his underwear, but it didn't seem to upset him in the slightest. The others were stripped to the waist because of the heat. The place was incredibly messy and smelled of sweat. There were pictures of naked girls all over the walls.
"Well, restroom kit what we got here!" crowed the big one in his underpants. "I knew there was a good reason fer not going into town today."
I tried to give him an aristocratic look as if I were ignoring his vulgar way of talking. After all, I was the niece of the owner of this ranch and he was obliged to be respectful to me.
"My uncle would like someone to saddle up his horse and mine," I said coldly, trying not to look at the man in his underwear.
"Oh, gonna have a little picnic with Uncle Hugh, eh, honey? Ol' Hugh really loves to get himself in the saddle and ride, doesn't he, boys?"
I knew I was blushing, because I blush easily, and there's no way in the world you can stop yourself. The hands all saw my face getting red, and there was a roar of obscene laughter at my expense.
"Hey, what's the matter, Miss Susan? Seems to me someone's got a guilty conscience when they turn pink. Now they ain't nothin' wrong with a gal goin' for a ride with her dear Uncle, is there?"
"My horse . . . " I stammered, doing my best to hang onto my dignity an; knowing that I was failing.
"Don't worry, Miss Susan, we'll see that you get mounted all right!"
There was another chorus of lewd howls of laughter, and I started to back out, deciding indignantly that there was no reason to stand there and be mocked. I would wait outside for my horse.
"Now you come and visit us, y'hear," called the big man in his underwear. "Gets mighty lonesome down here, so some night you jus' drop down for a chat. We'll show you a real good time, won't we, boys?"
Hugh was waiting when I got back to the house with our horses, and we set off on a grand tour of the ranch. It was fun riding in the open air, and the heat wasn't too bad as long as we kept moving. It was dry for this time of the year and at the edge of the fenced-in area where the cattle were kept, there was open range stretching to the mountains.
We rode for several hours while Hugh entertained me with one story after another. He seemed to be on his best behavior today, and I half-convinced myself that this business of taking me to bed had just been talk. After all, it had been several weeks since our arrival at the ranch and the worst thing he had ever done was to put his hand on my thigh.
We were skirting the edge of the range, making our way slowly back to the house when I saw a cactus.
"Oh, look!" I said in innocent delight. "I've never really seen a cactus before. Isn't it beautiful?"
"One of our Mexican hands brought it up from Arizona last year. I thought the snows would kill it, but they didn't. That's a peyote," Hugh added, looking at me sharply.
"A peyote?" I answered, thinking that I had heard the word somewhere. "Is a peyote a kind of cactus?"
"Sure is. A very special kind of cactus. Come on, I'll show you."
We spurred our horses and rode over to the huge plant. It was green with prickers all over it, and on the top there were these curious little bumps, about the size of extra big buttons. Hugh stood up in his stirrups and cut off five of them.
"You know about peyote?"
"It seems to me I've read something somewhere but right now I can't remember," I confessed. "Is it good to eat?"
"Oh, they're very good," Hugh assured me. "Here, try a few. You peel off the skin and eat the inside part."
I followed his instructions, but frankly the taste wasn't too good. However, the buttons were very moist, and since we had finished all our water and I was thirsty, I ate three of them. I was just starting the fourth when Hugh reached over and stopped me. He put the rest of them in his pocket.
"Might not be too good an idea to eat too many of them the first time. Three should be enough for a real trip."
I didn't know what he was talking about. What trip? But suddenly my uncle seemed to be in a hurry to get back to the ranch and we set off at a brisk trot. It was a good half hour's ride to the house, and when we were only a few minutes away, I started to feel very strange. It was a little bit like being drunk, but much more pleasant.
"Gee, I think I may have had too much sun." I murmured. The ground beneath me seemed to be rising slowly up and down as if we were riding across the chest of a sleeping giant.
Hugh seemed to have expected this because he had been riding close by my side, looking at me strangely from time to time. Now, he took the reins out of my hands and guided my horse up to the front porch while I concentrated on just holding onto my saddle. Funny things were happening to my eyes, and all the colors seemed brighter and more vivid somehow. I looked at the long brown hairs on my horse's neck and found myself becoming fascinated by the textures and shapes, as if I could see each hair individually and separately for the first time in my life. In fact, the whole world looked a little different. Everything was very beautiful and I had this magnificent sense of being comfortable and happy.
My uncle tied up the two horses, and I kind of fell out of the saddle into his arms. It was strange, because he seemed to sense how I was feeling and didn't bother to ask me any questions. As he carried me upstairs to my bedroom, I tried to concentrate, asking myself what all of this was supposed to mean, but it was hard to talk. I didn't feel sick in the slightest, but in the tiny portion of my brain which was still functioning regularly I knew that this was not normal.
"Hits you like a lightning bolt, doesn't it?" Hugh said with a smile as he settled me gently on the bed and sat down by my side, stroking my hair.
"Wha...what is it? I feel so strange," I managed to say hesitantly, but he just laughed as if this were some big practical joke.
"You're sure you've never heard about peyote?" he chuckled. "I thought kids your age knew the drug scene inside out."
"Drugs?" I said vaguely, my head swimming. At times it seemed to me that my body was floating six inches off the bed. Hugh was inching closer now and his hand was resting casually on my hip while we talked, but for some reason I wasn't worried about him any more.
"Yes, little lady. Peyote is nature's way of blowing your mind. Makes mescal, even stronger than marijuana, or so I'm told. Give me a good slug of whiskey any time."
"You...mean...I've drugged...myself?" I managed to get out, even though talking was such an enormous effort. My body seemed to be more alive than ever, and I could feel my heart beating and sense the air rushing in and out of my lungs in a way I've never known before. It was pleasant but weird, and I didn't know whether to be happy or frightened.
"That's right, honey, you're good and drugged, so you must relax and leave everything to your Uncle Hugh, who's going to slip it to you like you've never had it before."
His words didn't make much sense to me, but I managed to steady my vision as he stood up, a broad sensual smile on his handsome face, and began to undo the buttons on his shirt. He was undressing himself! In the state I was in, it didn't seem to make much difference, so I let my body sink happily into the softness of the mattress and watched the muscles flexing powerfully in his chest as he stripped the shirt off of his broad shoulders and dropped it on the floor. When he kicked off his boots and lowered his pants, I slowly began to get the idea, but very slowly, since peyote makes you a little stupid. Was he thinking of trying to make love to me? He couldn't! It wasn't allowed! I was his niece, and you weren't supposed to make love to anyone until you got married. But somehow my tongue had quit working, and all I could do was lie there helplessly as he stripped off his underpants and stood before me stark naked.
Of course, I had seen him this way once before, without his knowledge, but this time it was much different. He was slender and wiry, and his stomach was as hard and flat as Curt's. There was a mass of black hair in his groin, out of which came his halferected cock, heavy and dangerous looking.
"like what you see?" he inquired pleasantly in the same tone of voice he had used while showing me his herd of pedigree cattle. "Now let's play doctor, little lady. I've shown you mine and I want to see yours. Fair enough?"
"Noooooooh," I managed to croak, but he knew I was in no condition to resist, and he ignored my feeble objections. He climbed back onto the bed, kneeling up over me so that his slowly-hardening cock was waving lewdly in my face. He began to excite himself by moving the skin obscenely up and down the long bulging shaft.
Oh God, it was so huge!
Despite the peyote drug which was pouring through my blood stream, I found my old fears coming back to me. How was it possible for a woman to take a flesh-splitting pile-driver like that up inside her body and not be ripped into pieces? Hugh was obviously proud of his penis because he was making sure that I got a good long look at him. There must have been fear registering on my face, because he chuckled at me cruelly and then started to take off my clothes.
If only my head were clearer! But everything seemed to be so confused, and the touch of his rough demanding hands against my skin seemed to send sparks flying through my nervous system. Something inside told me I was helpless. I was at his mercy and he could do what he liked with me. Curt was in town with Ann, so there was no point even in screaming for help!
He kissed me first, hard, with his tongue spearing boldly into my half-opened mouth while I felt his rigidly heated cock rubbing against the trembling naked flesh of my thigh. Then he broke away, his hands on the zipper that ran down the front of my dress.
"I've been thinking about these tits of yours since the day you walked in the door," he informed me. "Now I want to see 'em!"
With one brutal downward jerk, he tore the zipper all the way down to my hips, and then simply ripped the fragile material of my dress all the way to the hem. I squirmed, feeling my body start to tingle as the' warm air swept over me. He was too impatient to bother turning me over to get at the fastening of my brassiere, so he reached in the pocket of his pants and pulled out a switchblade I had often seen him use for various odd jobs around the house.
I was lying there feeling strangely peaceful all of a sudden, even though I was doing my best to convince my shattered mind that I was going to be raped by my own uncle. But the drug apparently has this tranquilizing effect at certain moments, and I just couldn't get properly worried about what was going to happen to me.
He put the razor-sharp blade between my warm tingling breasts and I felt the cold metal against my skin for an instant before he slashed away the snaps of the brassiere and tore it roughly away from my body.
"Well...now! Isn't that nice!" he muttered lustily, his eyes locked onto the swollen twin peaks of my breasts. He bent over quickly, the shimmering blade of the knife lying flat against my stomach and took one of my tiny brown nipples between his gleaming white teeth.
"Ooooooooooh," I groaned as he bit and nibbled at me, and I made a faint weak effort to push him away. The idea of lying half-naked in front of a completely undressed man was starting to send thrills through my nervous system and I managed to warn myself sharply against the danger of becoming excited. It would only make matters worse, I tried to tell myself, but I found it impossible to concentrate on anything for very long. It was too hard to think and so easy to feel. For a while I lost track completely of what was going on around me, floating off into a daydream.
Hugh brought me back by running the back of the deadly blade across the flatness of my stomach, the sharp edge of the knife pointing upwards. I pulled my stomach in quickly and involuntarily, and he inserted the highly-polished blade beneath the elastic of my white nylon panties while I held my breath in sudden fear. He pushed the blade all of the way in, running it through the faint light strands of my pussy hair until it poked out one leg of my bikini-style panties and rested on my thigh.
I was frightened now, despite all the peyote I had inside of me, and I tried to keep my half-naked body from trembling for fear he would cut me. Hugh grinned down lecherously at me for an instant, and my wandering eyes saw his arm-muscle tighten as he abruptly slashed upward with the knife, severing the flimsy fabric of my panties as if they had been made of tissue paper. Another quick slash and he knifed his way through the other side, leaving me completely and totally naked. And then he put the knife away. I was so relieved to see the last of the switchblade that it took a moment for my drug-clouded brain to face the fact that I was now completely vulnerable and exposed.
Hugh was panting heavily, and I could see his face harden into a horrifying mask of undisguised lust. My eyes locked unwillingly on the enormously rigid pike of male flesh which was rising up out of the black hair in his groin as he crouched menacingly over me. His lips made sudden contact with the softly yielding flesh of my stomach, and I groaned pathetically as he thrust his teasing tongue into the shallow cavity of my belly button. When he started to roam even lower, toward the defenseless triangle of my pussy, I put my hands in his hair in a vague disjointed effort to pull him away, but my arms were so weak that it was worse than nothing.
Unfortunately, he apparently mistook my gesture for complete surrender, because I heard him chuckling evilly as he hunkered down between my legs, pushing my lifeless thighs apart. The drug was doing strange things to my vision, and things which were actually only a few inches away looked as distant as stars. When I opened my eyes and got them focused on Hugh's face, it seemed that my naked body had stretched grotesquely, and I was now twenty or thirty feet long. He can't do anything to me that far away, I told myself foolishly, my mind getting weaker by the moment. What happens way down there is no concern of mine. I giggled at the absurd idea of suddenly finding myself thirty feet tall like Alice in Wonderland and started thinking about how it would feel to go to school as the only thirty foot girl in the class. No one would ask me to the Junior Prom unless I could get shortened again somehow!
But Hugh found a way to bring me to my senses fast enough. Hearing me giggle must have convinced him that I had changed my mind and now wanted it as badly as he did. I saw his face drop down between my outstretched thighs and felt him using his thumbs to spread apart the hair-covered lips of my virginal pussy. Then he chuckled obscenely and came in very close, his hot tongue spearing out like a lizard and licking the fevered pink flesh of my cunt.
My lewdly exposed young body seemed to rise up into the air for a moment as his lips made a sudden wildly stimulating contact with the sensitive bud of my clitoris. The business of thinking I was thirty feet long passed quickly away, I hope to tell you. My mind, in fact, seemed to be clearing fast, and for the first time since the moment we had entered the house did I clearly understand what was happening to me. Unfortunately, sanity came too late to save me. Hugh had me neatly pinned to the bed, and I was still too weak from the effects of the peyote to do much more than wiggle around futilely, and even this seemed to work to his advantage since every time I tried to move, my loins inadvertently came up into closer contact with his wetly hungering mouth.
When Hugh saw I was coming out from under the influence of the drug he had tricked me into eating, I guess he realized he was going to have to work fast if he wanted to keep me under his control. He was hunched down between my widespread thighs like an animal ready to spring on its prey, and I looked down through the valley formed by my two high naked breasts at him, knowing that never in my entire life had I ever been so thoroughly humiliated or so defenseless. The moist pink flesh of my helplessly naked pussy was presented up to him like one of those savage pagan sacrifices you read about in history books. I trembled as I watched him lick his lips in lustful anticipation of what he was planning on doing to me.
This time he really opened me up, using his fingers like a man unfolding the petals of a flower, his thumbs digging into the soft folds of wet flesh at the entrance to my helplessly palpitating little vagina. My head was spinning in a combination of horror and confusion as he torturously drew my sensitive cuntal lips apart so that my hair-lined pussy slit was fully exposed to his lecherous gaze. I was still as weak as a kitten from the after-effects of the peyote, and although my mind was clearing and the delusions and hallucinations had stopped, I still felt confused and frightened. Somehow I could not get my thoughts collected sufficiently to fight back against the bizarre oral ravishment of my loins that he obviously had in mind for me.
There was a moment of horrible suspense, and then he struck, like a pilot going into a dive. My head came up off the pillow and I watched in horror as he buried the length of his long wet tongue up into the depths of my churning, vainly resisting pussy.
"Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!" I heard myself moaning in an agony of humiliation and embarrassment, but Hugh was not too concerned whether I liked it or not. He slavered into me again and again while my buttocks ground futilely down into the mattress in a desperate attempt to escape this maddeningly degenerate assault on my genitals.
"Oh God, oh no, it's not possible!" I was whispering, more to myself than Hugh, since he was too busy with his uninhibited lapping of my wetly throbbing cunt to pay much attention to what I was saying. It seemed like a nightmare, a savagely bad dream which went on and on and never seemed to end. I was flailing my head back and forth, writhing in the depths of absolute humiliation, knowing that he was deliberately breaking me down to the level of an animal, degrading me to the point where my self-respect vanished completely and he would have me completely at his mercy. I had to fight back before it was too late!
Or was it already too late? His tongue was going like mad now, and the tender, extra-sensitive lips of my cunt were dilating involuntarily. Despite the horror I was feeling, tiny little tingles of forbidden-pleasure were starting to take possession of me deep down inside my belly somewhere, and with a groan I recognized the beginning of that sexy excited feeling I'd had before and never had once succeeded in fighting off. The peyote had left me weak, much too weak to resist any savage perversion he wanted to perform on me now!
"Aaaaagggghhhhh!! ! " I moaned in something half-way between agony and growing ecstasy as he dug his fingers into my fear-tautened belly, and then reached up with one hand to torment my dully throbbing nipples. I seized his wrist in a desperate attempt to force him away, but he was ten times too strong for me, particularly in my weakened condition, and as always he did exactly what he wanted to me. My poor tormented body promptly betrayed me, the way it always did. He was not being at all gentle, but my nipples reacted just as if he were the man of my dreams and not my uncle, popping up obediently and tingling like mad as he twirled them cruelly between his thumbs and forefingers.
It wouldn't have been half so bad if he had buried his face completely in my pussy, but he kept watching me, his eyes opened wide with an expression of pure animal delight as he searched my face for the first signs of my inevitable surrender. And the surrender was coming! I could no longer hide that fact from myself. He had broken me down so far now that it was useless even to pretend that I was going to get away this time. These weird erotic thoughts and fantasies came rushing uncontrollably into my head, and I listened to the horrible wet sucking noises he was making up between my widely-spread thighs. Wasn't he ever going to stop? I could feel his tongue surging powerfully into me, forcing its way doggedly past the tight elastic ring of my cunt and then lewdly exploring the rippling interior flesh of the most private part of my body.
He was defiling me, soiling me, and the fact that I was lying there and feeling the pleasure creep steadily over my over-stimulated body meant that I was a whore at heart! What a hypocrite I had been to be critical of poor Curt when he fell into temptation! At least he was honest about it, looking at his pictures of naked women and asking me politely if he could see me undressed. All the time I spent thinking badly of him because of his young adolescent lusts, while I was sitting on a regular volcano. And now it was starting to erupt! There wasn't much I could do to stop it. I had never felt so vulnerable and alone in my entire life...nor had I ever felt such a high trembling peak of sensuality and excitement.
Suddenly, I heard a lewd chuckle from down between my legs, and I knew that some new depraved idea had just popped into my uncle's wicked mind. He took his hand off of my breast, leaving it feeling cold and lonely, and the next thing I knew, he was pushing my knees back toward my chest, making me double up in a ball. When my kneecaps touched my rigidly hardened nipples, he held me fast in that position, my legs waving ridiculously in the air like a beetle on its back and the whole flat plane of my hotly pulsating loins exposed to his evil eyes.
"Try this on for size," he taunted me, and before I could answer, he flicked the tip of his tongue agilely into the tightly puckered little hole of my anus. This sudden lurid contact brought a howl to my lips, and my whole body went rigid. I had never before realized how sensitive that part of me was, and the sensation of having that exposed rubbery opening touched by a man's vilely probing tongue nearly drove me out of my mind in lewd excitement.
"Don't please! Not there!" I groaned at him beseechingly, but I was wasting my breath and I knew it, since all he did was chuckle contemptuously and stab wetly into the tight fleshy ring a second time. I struggled, but he had me pinned like a butterfly in a collection, and I soon realized that my struggles were merely increasing the pleasure he was taking in degrading me.
"Ooooohhhhhhh," he whimpered as he lapped at me like an animal, bathing the whole of my backside with his warm slippery saliva. I felt goose bumps rising up on my flesh, and my breasts were heaving up and down as he deliberately prodded me into a frenzy of unguarded sensual pleasure. I was sobbing helplessly before this perverted oral attack while he ravaged me completely, switching his attention lewdly back and forth between the eagerly pulsing lips of my virginal little cunt and the unguarded opening to my rectum.
Then it really started to hit me, and the full realization of what was going to happen settled on me like an enormous weight. Being raped would not be so bad, because it only meant hurt and pain which would pass away, but no shame. After all, the Queen of England could be raped! It could happen to anyone, and if the man who raped you turned out to be your uncle, then that was just tough luck and didn't really change things.
But I wasn't going to be raped, not really, because I could feel already that I was about to give in. I was going to surrender. I had fought as well as I could, which wasn't really very well, but the last bits of resistance were flowing out of me now, and I realized with intense shame that there was nothing left for me now but surrender. This was not going to be rape, it was going to be adultery and incest, the two worst sins in the book. Hugh's hot licking tongue was asking me the question, and my hopelessly aroused body was telling him the answer.
He would have had to be blind not to have seen the pitiful state I was in. My naked young body was jerking and convulsing shamelessly, reacting with a shower of pleasurable sparks every time he curled that tireless wet tongue of his around the over-stimulated flesh of my clitoris. My mind would no longer concentrate on sins and shame, and all I could focus on was the incredible waves of pleasure washing over me like the waters of some warm faraway ocean.
I was squirming and writhing under the merciless torment of his tongue, now insanely wishing that this could go on forever and never stop, when suddenly, Hugh raised his head, saliva dripping from his lips, and looked at me, a long questioning quizzical look. Somehow I sensed that he was asking me if I was ready, if I wanted him to go ahead and finish the job he had already started. But I could not bring myself to consent to my own defilement. He would have to do it by force. I wasn't able to offer much in the way of opposition, but I vowed he would never hear me begging for it.
But I was wrong. He had no intention of asking my permission.
"You're a lucky girl," he informed me, his voice low and thickened with lust. "Most girls get started with some inexperienced kid in the back seat of an old Chevy, but you're gonna get your first fuck from an expert."
I lay completely still, not knowing what to do and hardly daring to move as he did a push-up and crawled sensually over me, his long thick cock extending fiercely down from his loins and dragging across my nakedly trembling legs as he levered up over me. He was taking it slow and easy, obviously enjoying himself and wanting to stretch out his pleasure and making it last as long as possible. He started by biting my breasts hard, taking each ultra-sensitive nipple between his teeth and nibbling it while I groaned in pure agony and tried to twist away from him. It didn't seem to make much difference to him whether I felt pain or not, in fact, the sight of my suffering seemed to excite him even more. I noticed that whenever I opened my mouth to groan, his eyes would focus on my lips and his super-hardened cock would jerk a little.
Then he started kissing me all over again, switching abruptly from cruelness to tenderness, licking the aching swollen mounds of my breasts, and touching my little clitoris playfully with his finger to keep from coming down off that cloud of excitement he had me on. My hips were grinding urgently up off the mattress, and I tried unsuccessfully to stop them because I knew that amounted to a printed invitation to do whatever lewd thing he liked with me.
"That's what I like to see," he complimented me crudely. "Really getting steamed up, ain't you, baby? Well, you got good reason, Susan, 'cause I'm gonna fuck you so hard that you'll still be thinking about it when you're a hundred years old sitting in your rocking chair at the old folks' home. I wanna hear you scream, baby, and I know how to make a girl scream."
I turned my head away, unable to look him in the face while he said these horrifyingly obscene things to me, especially since every time he used one of those vile words, I got just a little more excited.
"Open your beautiful legs up wide, Susan, because I'm going to need all the room I can get for this hot meat injection I'm about to give you."
I don't know what made me do it, because I ought to have been terrified out of my mind at the idea of having him try to shove that mammoth rod of rock-hard flesh up into the fragile cavity of my virginal little pussy, but the force of his personality was terrible. Without really deciding to obey him, I found myself spreading my legs even farther apart, trembling with a weird combination of anticipation and fear.
Hugh balanced over me on one hand while he used the other to guide his lust-stiffened cock directly into the soft fleshy lips of my expectantly throbbing cunt. The first heated contact of the broad bulging surface of his glans against the pulsating bud of my clitoris was like electricity, and I turned my head meekly to one side, hardly daring to breathe. I knew this intense pleasure was soon to be replaced by agonizing pain, but there was clearly no way to avoid it at this stage of the game.
I was afraid to breathe as I lay in slave-like subjugation before him, feeling his big hard penis testing the defenses of my quivering little cunt. For a moment I felt certain that he would see immediately that it was impossible and go away, but I was kidding myself and I guess I really knew it all the while. Hugh Mason was the kind of man who would get what he wanted if he had to tear me to bits to do it.
And so he started! With a slow powerful motion like a steam engine pulling up a steep grade, he pressed steadily forward, brutally stretching the tender elastic opening of my vagina.
"Aaaaaaggggghhhhh," I whimpered as the first pangs of pain began to replace the wild lust I had been feeling a moment before. "No...it's too big!"
"What little girls got don't break!" he grunted at me cruelly, his face twisting with the effort as he struggled to penetrate my vainly resisting body. "What your pussy needs is a little stretching, and I'm just the man to do it for you."
"Ugggghhhhhhh!! ! " I grunted in anguish as the slippery head of his straining cock fought its way into me, virtually splitting my thighs apart with the terrible pressure.
"I...aaagggghhhh! You're hurting me!! ! " I screamed, as if he cared one way or the other, and my eyes popped wide open in agony and terror. As I looked at his face, I realized again that he was positively enjoying making me writhe and scream. He was a sadist, an evil monstrous sadist, and he was loving every minute of this, I told myself in fright. But slowly, his expression began to change. The cruelty began to fade away from his face, being replaced by sheer raw lust. I had been so involved with thinking about my own emotions that it had never occurred to me to wonder what he might be feeling inside.
He wanted to fuck me, and now! His body tightened up all over and he let the weight of his torso come crashing down on my delicate breasts, squashing them almost flat as he pounded savagely forward with his hips, sending his long thick cock all the way up inside my cringing little belly in one awful stroke, ripping away my hymen as though it were tissue paper. My virginity was gone forever, destroyed utterly in that one agonizing instant, but I had too much else on my mind to worry about it much.
"Oh...oh...oh...oh . . . " I was gasping in a high girlish voice, too stunned even to scream as his heavy sperm-filled balls came crashing into the unprotected crevice of my wildly wiggling ass. I don't know how to describe what I felt in that moment. It was more than just pain, it was a sensation of being filled, of being stuffed inside, and it seemed as if his monstrous cock was reaching up all the way past my breasts. It lay inside of me like a living breathing animal, twitching and pulsating with a life and a force all of its own as if Hugh could get up and walk away and leave it somehow behind. I could feel every ridge and vein of it even better than I had been able to feel Curt's penis the night I had held him in my hands.
For a moment, neither one of us moved. Hugh was grinning again, probably proud of finally having triumphed over me, and I lay perfectly still, afraid to move for fear it would hurt more than it already did. I can't ever remember feeling lower or more miserably degraded than I did in that moment. Here I was spread-eagled and naked on a bed with my uncle's murderously thick cock jammed up inside my tortured, cruelly-stretched little cunt.
"Hey, kid, I promised I'd open you up, didn't I?" he taunted me, trying to make my sense of humiliation even worse. "Well, here we are!"
I couldn't think of anything to say at the moment, so I kept my mouth shut, trying to arrange my legs in some way to ease the enormous pressure up between my thighs. Then, to make matters worse, he started tormenting me, deliberately trying to make me suffer. Just when the pain of his entrance was starting to taper off, he sort of flexed his penis, stabbing it forward another half inch in my tortured cunt.
"Uhhhhhh!" I groaned automatically.
"Hey, you aren't doing much talking, are you?" he goaded me. "Listen, how do you like being fucked, Susan? Is everything all right so far?"
"Oh please...go away now," I begged him, knowing he had no intention of doing any such thing.
"Go away? I have not yet begun to fuck," he laughed at me. "Honey, this is just the start, and when I'm through with you, you're going to love your uncle's old cock more than anything else in the world. You're going to come sneaking into my bedroom at night, begging me for it, pleading for it, and who knows? If I'm in a good mood, I'll fix you up whenever I'm not occupied with anything else."
"Never!" I spat at him through gritted teeth. But instead of getting angry, he just laughed and flexed his cock inside of me again.
"Never, huh? Let me tell you something about yourself, my little niece. You're cock-hungry. Some gals start early, and some start late, and some don't start at all; but the moment I laid eyes on you I knew for sure that as soon as I got my old trusty cock into you once, you'd want a cock in there about three times a day. There ain't many gals like that, but you're one of them!"
I turned my head away and closed my eyes, deciding that I wouldn't dignify the degenerate things he was saying by answering him. It wasn't true anyway, and I could prove it was false by refusing to let him get me all steamed up again. He could do whatever he pleased with my helpless body, but I vowed that there was a part of me that he'd never reach. I was not "cock-hungry"! I was just a normal girl!
But all the while I was thinking these bravely defiant thoughts, I could feel the huge fleshy shaft of his organ pulsating deeply within my burning vagina. He was beginning to move back and forth very slowly and deliberately now, and I realized that he would not be content with just taking me and shooting his fiery sperm into the depths of my belly. He would want it all! Hugh would never rest until he had me screaming with a wild wanton lust. He had already brought me to the brink of a frantic orgasm once while he was doing that depraved sucking business down between my legs, and suddenly I realized that there was no hope for me, none at all. I was too weak and my body got turned on too easily. Maybe I would never come creeping into his bedroom to beg him for it, but one thing was sure. If he wanted to make me scream with lust today, he could probably do it because gradually the pain was going away to be replaced with something I didn't want excitement!
He went to work on me, bracing his feet against the bottom of the bed for better leverage and supporting himself on his elbows while he fucked into me with one long smooth stroke after another. The pain and discomfort was almost completely gone now, and in its place I could feel a great empty hungriness inside of me. With a sob, I understood that the battle was already beginning to go against me. There were lewd flames of desire starting to course through my veins, and all the old obscene feelings I'd had before were quickly coming back to me. I had a lot to learn about my own sensually inexperienced body, and I understood that being hurt and degraded could be exciting in itself. The pain and humiliation had turned me on instead of off, and within a few minutes, I was worse off than ever.
I was ashamed of everything which was happening to me, but my body was no longer following instructions from my brain, and I found my whole naked torso was wantonly twitching and writhing beneath him. Unconsciously, I wound my arms around his neck, and when he kissed me fiercely, shoving his tongue half-way down my throat, I sucked on it eagerly. I suddenly discovered I was having difficulty keeping quiet and low passionate hums of servile submission erupted from my throat as he played me like a musician plays a violin. My body was rapidly being covered with a fine light layer of sweat, and I knew that inside of my overstuffed vagina my glands were at work, pumping out the lubricating juices which were making it possible for Hugh to fuck into me even harder and faster.
I was losing and losing bad, but somehow at this point I could not bring myself to care about anything but the delicious forbidden pleasure of being fucked half-to-death by a strong passionate man who was enjoying my ripe young body to the utmost and giving as good as he took. Hugh really began to turn the heat on now, reaching under my nakedly churning buttocks with his hands and lifting me half off the bed so that he could skewer into me even more deeply. Instinctively, I wrapped my legs around his waist and hung on for dear life, feeling the absolute joy of having him fuck into me with long smooth strokes.
To move me along even faster, he reached down between our two sweating bodies and seized the soft sensitive bud of my clitoris between his fingers. I cried out with indescribable pleasure as I felt this new wave of stimulation sweep wildly over me, and I suppose I was really half out of my mind by this point.
"Oh...oh...oh!" I was chanting mindlessly as he smashed brutally into the flat plane of my loins with one pile-driving thrust after another. He was going deep, so deep I never would have believed it possible, and every time his hotly throbbing cock speared into the hidden untouched recesses of my womb I could feel his balls banging relentlessly against my unprotected ass-cheeks. My nipples felt as if they were going to explode and . . .
And suddenly it happened! I hadn't expected to cum quite so soon, but when the fiery orgasm swept over me I screamed like a banshee, howling like a madwoman as my wetly rippling cunt flowered open to him like never before. I just sort of had a fit underneath him, and I knew but didn't care that my fingernails were gouging great bloody furrows in his back. He wanted to finish it for both of us, I suppose, and make it extra good for me, because he really started going like a jackhammer. My loins jerked involuntarily up at him while this incredible physical feeling surged all the way from my toes to my ears, and I felt I was turning into one big sixteen year old cum.
It went on and on and on, and just when I was getting back to earth, he groaned, and started to shoot his hot boiling sperm into me, and I was off again on another wild roller-coaster ride cumming a second time while he plunged into me one last time for all he was worth. I felt the lips of my ecstasy-stricken cunt practically sucking at the wildly ejaculating shaft of his penis as if my pussy muscles were instinctively trying to draw every last drop of cum out of his exhausted body and into mine.
I was all wet, and the bed was soaked from a mixture of the orgiastic juices from inside of my completely satiated body and the hot sticky cum from his slowly deflating penis. I lay still for a moment, too happy to think about what the consequences of this madness were going to be, and then my body went rigid with fear as I heard running footsteps on the stairs.
"Susan!! ! I'm coming!" Curt was shouting as he roared into the room, and I suddenly remembered that I had been screaming out loud when I had my orgasm. He must have just arrived home with Ann when I came and thought somebody was murdering me.
Curt sailed into the room, almost colliding with Uncle Hugh, who had gently eased his wilted cock out of my moistly throbbing vagina and was getting slowly to his feet. Curt's eyes almost popped when he saw what was going on, but I was too low and too humiliated by this point even to close my legs. I just lay there like the cheapest whore on the street with my thighs wide apart and the pearl-white droplets of Hugh's cum still clinging to the blonde hair of my pussy and let him stare at me. I didn't care what happened any more.
"What. . . what have you done to my sister?" Curt screamed, doubling his fists and advancing menacingly on Hugh, who looked vaguely bored by the whole situation.
"Well, I was fucking her, young fella. Should think you'd have figured that for yourself."
"You bastard!" Curt yelled furiously and he flew at our uncle like a madman. I didn't have time to think or react in any way, but Hugh had obviously been winning fist fights before Curt was even born. He side-stepped the charge agilely and clipped my brother hard on the back of his neck, knocking him heavily to the floor. Curt tried to spring back up, but Hugh took one step forward and kicked him in the face. Curt's knees went out from under him and he flew half-way across the room, hitting the wall hard enough to make the overhead light swing back and forth.
"You've got something to learn about fighting, boy," Hugh commented cruelly, picking up his pants and walking calmly out the door. "Remind me to give you some lessons sometime." And he disappeared.
"Oh, Curt, are you hurt?" Hugh had hit him so hard I was afraid he'd broken his neck, but when I hopped off the bed and tried to take my brother's head in my arms, he suddenly turned on me with a snarl.
"Get away from me, you filthy whore!" he blazed at me and staggered to his feet, wiping a thin trail of blood from the corner of his mouth.
"Don't leave me, Curt!" I groaned at him in agony. "Hit me if you want to, but don't leave me!" I was down on my knees when the door slammed in my face.
June 6
My God, it's awful! Nobody is speaking to anyone, and only Ann seems to regard the whole thing as a joke. I suppose Hugh filled her in on all the gory details. Curt absolutely refuses to talk to me or look me in the face or even to be in the same room with me except at dinner time. He was also furious at Hugh for doing what he did to me, and also for having humiliated him physically. Curt is actually bigger than our uncle and looks a lot stronger, but I guess there was something to what Hugh said about his having a lot to learn about fighting.
I didn't know how I should behave toward Hugh now. After all that went on between us that night in my bed, it seems ridiculous to put on my high-hat now, but deep down inside I know that I hate him more than I've ever hated anyone in my entire life. First he had drugged me, which was a vicious criminal thing to do. And then he took advantage of my helplessness to whip me into a mindless frenzy of passion and let me make an absolute fool of myself. And he cheated me, the bastard! He cheated me out of the one thing every girl has a right to, and I mean the right to fall in love naturally with some regular boy and let him marry you and take you on a honeymoon and have it all happen nice and romantic in a motel someplace.
Oh, he was a great lover all right! He knew all the tricks and he pushed all the proper buttons and got the results he was looking for. But hell never get it again if we both live to be a thousand! I'd cut my throat first, I swear it!
June 7
Curt's attitude is the hardest to understand. I guess it's no great treat to walk into a bedroom and find your uncle fucking your sister half to death, but he really shouldn't be claiming I'm any worse than he is. Okay, so I'm not the Rock of Gibraltar as far as sex is concerned. But he isn't exactly a candidate for instant sainthood either. Men are so hard to understand, even ones you love as much as I love my brother. A couple of times today, I saw him looking at me a little softly while we were having our silent meals and it seemed as if he was almost ready to suggest we go for a walk and do some talking. But with Hugh grinning at the two of us lecherously, he couldn't bring himself to do it.
After dinner I was walking through the living room on my way to my bedroom, and Hugh stepped up behind me and put his arm around my waist.
"Hey, niece, it's been a couple of days now. If that little cunt of yours has stopped aching, we might as well start round two. I got all kinds of tricks to show you."
I spun around like an alley cat, knowing exactly what I was going to do. I put my hand up, my nails out, and scratched his face as hard as I could, letting my fingernails dig in as far as they'd go and hoping it hurt like hell.
"You bitch!" he roared, backing away from me in shocked outrage. To make the insult as bad as possible, I gathered up all the saliva in my mouth and let him have it right in the face. He didn't look so tough with blood streaming down all over his imagine cowboy shirt and spit all over his face, but I was taking no chances. I got up the stairs as fast as I could and locked myself in my room.
"I'll get you for that, you little slut!" I could hear him bellowing. "You'll pay!"
I was scared stiff at what I'd done, especially since Curt wasn't around to protect me, not that he'd had much success as a protector the last time he tried. My brother was spending a lot of time out working on the fences and I hardly saw him during the day. It was a shame we were obviously going to have to leave soon, because I knew that he really loved the ranch and I did too, in a way. The fields were beautiful and even the mountains were lovely in a stark, desolate kind of way. If only Aunt Ann and Uncle Hugh would move away and leave us alone in this paradise!
When Curt came in, I went through the bathroom and knocked on his door.
"Curt, it's me. We've got to talk."
"I know we do. But not tonight." His voice sounded firm as if he knew what he was doing.
"Why not tonight?"
"Because I've got something to do first. Tomorrow maybe."
June 8th
At breakfast, Curt ate little, his eyes narrow and his face cold and strained. He kept staring at Hugh's torn cheek which was covered with Band-aids.
"What's the matter, Uncle Hugh?" He said tauntingly and I knew there was going to be trouble. "You get mixed up with a bobcat?"
"Shut up, you little bastard!" Hugh snapped at him, looking up in astonishment from his coffee cup.
"I thought you were the guy who could always handle himself in a fight," Curt challenged him daringly. "Looks like somebody worked you over real bad!" Curt knew perfectly well that it was me who had put the scars on our uncle's face, but I was too frightened to say anything.
"If you don't close that big careless mouth of yours, nephew, you're gonna find five strange fingers down your throat!" he warned him, half rising from his place as his anger grew.
"Oh that reminds me, Unk, you were going to show me all you knew about fighting, weren't you? Feel in the mood for it this morning?"
I thought Curt was completely out of his mind, and so did everyone else. Hugh flushed and then forced an ugly smile onto his face.
"Happy to accommodate you, young fellow. I suggest we retire to the garden so there won't be any blood stains on the furniture."
"Curt don't!" I cried in fright, grabbing his arm, but he just shook me off and the two of them marched outdoors, one after another.
"Well, honey, you're gonna be an only child before long," drawled Ann nonchalantly as she turned to look out the window. I couldn't stay in the same room with someone I hated as much as I hated her, so I fled to my bedroom and looked out the second-story window. The two men rolled up their sleeves and squared off. I could hardly bear to watch as Curt set his shoulders and charged. Hugh stepped quickly and kicked him hard in the groin, and my brother went down on the ground, writhing in pain. I thought it was all over, but somehow he managed to stagger back to his feet, his knees wobbly from the pain and they squared off again.
This time Curt was. more cautious. He advanced slowly, his hands held high, watching our uncle work like a hawk. For a moment, they circled each other and then there was a flurry of flying fists as Curt launched his attack. Hugh drew back his fist and slammed it once-twice-three times into my brother's face and I could see the blood just spurting out of Curt's mouth and nose. Then he kicked Curt real hard in the testicles again, and I heard my brother scream and fall down holding his belly. Hugh went over and kicked him two or three times in the head with his pointed cowboy boots, then laughing, he turned away. My brother was flat on his back again, writhing in pain, and blood streaming out of his nose. Slowly, though, he got up to his knees, then to his feet and yelled at Hugh. I could have sworn that my uncle looked scared when he saw that this fifteen year old kid would not stay down.
This time, Curt threw caution to the winds, and flung himself in Hugh's direction, his hands outstretched as if he were going to strangle him. Hugh hit him hard in the stomach a couple of times but it didn't even slow him down, and I almost cried with joy as I watched my brother's fist slam powerfully into my uncle's face, knocking him backwards. But it all ended very fast. Hugh went down on one knee as if he were hurt badly and Curt spun around, scanning the upper windows looking to see if I was watching. The moment he took his eyes off his enemy, Hugh picked an axe-handle up off the ground and caught him hard across the back of his knees.
Curt screamed like a heifer being slaughtered and I almost climbed out the window as I watched Hugh hit him again and again and again while Curt curled up in a ball desperately trying to protect his head from the blows that kept coming and never seemed to stop. When he got tired of beating him black and blue, my father's brother threw the axe-handle under the porch and walked slowly back into the house, leaving Curt to writhe in the dust. My aunt was standing on the porch to meet him, laughing her head off.
Grabbing a towel out of the bathroom, I flew down the stairs, pushed past the two people I hated worst in the world and knelt down in the mud next to my brother.
"Oh darling, darling," I cried at him, cradling his head against my breasts and knowing somehow that he was still trying to defend my poor lost honor. "Are you hurt?"
"I've learned something," he said quietly and spat out blood. "The next time I'll take him."
June 12th
Today, Hugh and Ann got their revenge. But we got ours.
I've been waiting for something to happen, but when Ann told me to help her carry the food down to the bunkhouse for the hands after I'd just finished cooking it, I thought she was just being extra-mean and didn't suspect a thing. For some time now, she had been gradually transferring all the household chores to me, so that I was virtually running the ranch, at least from the woman's point of view. I washed all the dishes and cooked all the meals for the ranch hands, but normally one of them came up to pick up the food from the back door and carry it down to the bunkhouse. Making me carry it down seemed unnecessary, but I guessed it was just one more of putting me in my place.
They'd been getting tough on Curt too. The day of the fight, Hugh sold my brother's horse so he couldn't do the thing he loved to do best, ride in the country. Today he was about a mile away from the house, chopping wood by himself, and I knew Hugh would keep him at it under the hot sun all day long. They were trying to break him like the hands would break a young horse, but Curt was fighting back with everything he had. He seemed older these days, and looking at him, you'd think he was at least twenty.
I went back to the kitchen and picked up the buckets of food I'd just spent three hours preparing. Ann obviously wasn't going to carry anything herself, but for some reason she walked down the path with me. There was a strange cruel, excited look on her face, and I noticed she avoided my eyes. And the moment I took two steps inside the bunk house, I knew for certain something was up. Carrying the food down here had been a trick, nothing more! The table ought to have been set up in the middle of the room, but instead all the furniture had been pushed to one side and a dirty old mattress had been thrown in the center of the floor.
I froze, knowing from the looks on their ugly mean faces that the ranch hands were going to do something terrible to me, but I could not believe that mattress meant what I kept thinking it might mean. Ann closed the door behind me, and the four men stood up, smiling vicious lecherous grins in my direction.
"Thought maybe you'd like to have your dessert before dinner just for a change," said Ann, relaxing into a nearby chair and putting her feet up to watch the fun. I was too frightened to utter a word.
"You sure this is okay with Mr. Hugh?" asked the tall rangy man who was closest to me.
"You heard what he said," Ann told him, a sadistic smile playing around the corners of her mouth. "The little bitch needs to be broken like a horse, and Hugh thought you boys'd be more than happy to do the job for him."
"Oh would we ever!" commented a squat, tough-looking man who was lasciviously removing his shirt and pants. "You gonna be a spectator, Miss Ann?"
"What's the matter, Gary? You shy?" she shot back at him challengingly and the other three men laughed obscenely.
"Not me, Ma'am, I'm proud of what I got." The man called Gary boasted. "Hey girly, why don't you get outa them duds so we can all get real friendly?"
I was still frozen to the spot, unable to move, and I watched bug-eyed as the tall gaunt man, whose name was Tod, took off his pants and removed his belt. "Looks like we need a little convincin', " he commented, and the next thing I knew, the belt whistled through the air, creasing my flanks cruelly.
"Aaagggghhhh!" I groaned dropping to my knees.
"Strip!" two men barked at me simultaneously. My hands still refused to move and my brain was immobilized with fear. Tod's belt sang through the air again, and my back seemed to explode into terrible pain.
"We're wasting time," grunted a dark-complexioned Mexican named Chico, and he grabbed me roughly by the hair and dragged me bodily onto the mattress, even though I was shrieking in pain and fright. Then it really started. There were hands all over me suddenly and they started ripping the clothes off my defenseless body, not even bothering to take the time to undo the buttons. I tried to fight back as best I could, but they were like a swarm of ants, and their eight busy hands stripped me stark naked in less than an instant. Every time he could get in a clean blow without hitting one of his friends, Tod slashed at me viciously with his belt, and I could feel the cruel leather raising ugly red welts on the delicate skin of my back and buttocks.
I was half in a daze by the time they finished hitting me and ripping my clothing into shreds, and I couldn't stop myself from moaning and crying piteously even though in the back of my head I knew that making me suffer was part of the game as far as they were concerned. These men were utter sadists and short of killing me, I knew they would do anything they pleased with my helplessly exposed body. And Ann was going to enjoy the whole business! If only Curt were here! But what could he do against four grown men!
I lay on my stomach as they crowded lustily around me, getting rid of their own clothing as fast as they could, and I simply closed my eyes and tried to withdraw into myself until it was ail over. Nothing mattered now and there was no sense even in fighting back. I was putty in their hands. I had done my best, but now it was their show. The man named Tod was apparently the leader, since he claimed the right to be the first to violate my naked young body.
"Well, boys, let me see if I can't grease up the passage way a little for you," he announced as I felt him sliding between my knees and pushing my thighs apart. I let him do what be wanted, deciding I would just lie there limply and try to give them as little satisfaction as possible. I was thinking of how I could possibly kill my uncle and my aunt when I felt his finger's digging into the soft delicate flesh of my hips.
"Up on your knees, Missy," he crowed at me, enjoying his cheap victory to the fullest.
I ignored him, hiding my face in my hands. With an obscenely low chuckle he reached down between my outstretched legs, quickly located the sensitive button of my clitoris, and took it firmly between his thumbnail and index fingernail. Then he tugged sharply and the pain roared through me like a forest fire. I knew that I was going to have to do whatever he told me to now.
"Ugggghhh!" I grunted as he twisted the vulnerable bud of nerve endings quickly pulling my knees under me and lifting my buttocks obediently. The Mexican was holding onto my shoulders and so I was forced into a ridiculous strained position with my naked ass-cheeks stuck defenselessly up in the air and my swaying breasts scraping the rough dirty surface of the mattress.
"You like this, baby?" Tod goaded me degradingly.
"Do it and get it over with!" I told him, letting the hatred show in my voice.
"Oh, we're gonna do it all right, don't you worry about that. Try this on for size!"
I knew it was going to start because the Mexican and Tod were both looking at me like lust-crazed devils, their cruel eyes gleaming with anticipation while they held my arms. The fourth man, named Mac, a young kid not much older than I was stretched out nakedly in front of me, and I had to shut my eyes because he was playing with himself right under my nose, stroking his long slowly hardening cock with his hand and doing it right in my face in order to humiliate me.
Tod was sticking his fingers cruelly into the unprotected slit of my vagina now, making me groan with abject humiliation as he prepared the way for his stiffened cock by spreading the vainly resisting walls of my cunt apart. I jerked forward wildly as I felt his long rigid instrument insinuate itself between my wide-stretched thighs, but the four men had me blocked in and there was nowhere to go. Pushing and pulling at my pussy like a madman, he managed to slip the hotly throbbing head of his cock inside of my stretched vaginal opening. I sobbed with grief, knowing that this bizarre degradation would leave a mark on me for the rest of my life. Inside me, I could feel the faintly fluttering walls of my womb retreating before the advance of his super-hardened penis as it slid into me like a submarine pushing through dark water. "Goddamn, she's got one tight little cunt, boys!" he proclaimed lewdly as he gritted his teeth and bulldozed his way brutally all the way into the painfully throbbing depths of my poor abused body. I was still a little sore from having been ravished by my uncle several days before, and as much as I wanted to take it in sullen silence, I could not keep myself from crying out in pain as he rammed his way into me, his fingernails biting cruelly into my thighs.
He pushed one last time, rising up on his feet to put his weight behind it, and I screamed in agony as his sword-like penis sank into the hilt, his balls dancing obscenely against my naked ass-cheeks as I struggled uselessly against him. The others were all too impatient to wait until Tod had finished, and there were hands all over me violating every corner of my body. The young man named Mac had slipped his hand beneath my nakedly tormented body, and he was cruelly kneading and massaging my breasts, really doing it hard as if it didn't make the slightest difference to him whether he hurt me or not. The nipples on my heavily swaying breasts began to stand up hard and firm involuntarily, and he amused himself by taking each little bud between his fingers and squeezing it until I cried out in agony.
Tod was starting to really fuck into my helplessly kneeling body now, his hands on my hips for leverage, and flicking his hips forward rhythmically to send one punishing stroke after another all the way to the end of my cruelly stretched little cunt. As if all this abuse wasn't enough, the short stocky Mexican was crouched by my side playing with the softly yielding cheeks of my buttocks, twisting them apart as if he were trying to help Tod split me in two.
I crouched submissively before him like a slave in some ancient pagan sacrifice, keeping from going insane by concentrating on how much I hated them all. Chico was probing and toying with one long invading finger between my tightly clenched buttocks, but the unnatural position I was in kept me from being able to fight him off. I thought he was just trying to humiliate me by lewdly touching the tightly constricted ring of my anus, when he suddenly dug his finger into my virginal backside.
"Aaaaaggghhh," I let loose with an agonized moan.
"What's her problem?" questioned Mac who had been occupying himself so thoroughly with my breasts that he had not been following events at the other end of my tormented young body.
"Jus' stuck my finger up her ass-hole," explained Chico calmly, as if this were the most ordinary thing in the world for him. "Pretty tight little cherry in there. Have to do something about that."
I was protesting for all I was worth, but it didn't seem to be doing me the slightest bit of good, so I shut up, deciding to be brave and suffer in silence. But my poor little vaginal passage felt as if it were being shattered in a million pieces, and my mind was clouded with the heavy fear that these savage sexual monsters would do some permanent damage to my delicate genitals. And having Chico's probing finger invading the moistly soft depths of my rectum was no fun either, since he was twisting his finger in even deeper, obviously trying to widen the tight little hole. I had never felt so humiliated and degraded in my life, and I feared he was going to rip my flesh the way he was skewering me so violently. It obviously made no difference to them how badly they hurt me, in fact, I guess that was the whole idea.
Tod was really getting going now, starting to flex his loins fiercely and drive his lengthy impaling penis relentlessly in and out, but he apparently was not satisfied just to plow me like the commonest whore on the street. He wrapped his fingers around the belt one more time and brought it down cruelly on my back.
"Come on, you bitch. We're goin' to all this trouble to make you happy, an' you ain't helpin' at all. I wanna see you move that sweet li'l ass."
I knew I'd get that whip again if I dared to disobey him, so I started wiggling my hips back and forth as violently as I could, secretly hoping I would hurt him somehow. It was a good idea, but it didn't work, since his groans told me that I was only making it better for him. And Chico was enjoying all the activity as well, taking the opportunity to stick his fingers even farther into me, having added a second marauding finger to the first. But somehow it felt better to be moving, and I kept surging backwards into Tod's loins, deciding that if I couldn't make him stop, then the next best strategy was to excite him into cumming. God, I dreaded the thought of having him shoot a wad of his hot searing cum into the innocence of my womb, but it was clear by this point that there was no other way out.
The sight of my nakedly writhing body must have been stimulating Tod wildly now, because he slapped Chico's hand away from my offended rectum, gripped my hips with his hard muscular hands and began fucking sadistically into me with one long smoothly punishing stroke after another. Not even Uncle Hugh had fucked me quite this hard, and the truth of the matter was frankly that it was starting to get to me. I mean, I was hurt and humiliated, and I would cheerfully have murdered everyone in the room if I could have gotten my hands on a gun, but despite everything, the tall cow-hand was starting to turn me on against my will. I was panting wildly now, half from lust and half from the exertion of being pounded senseless from behind.
Oh God, don't let my body betray me now, I prayed desperately, knowing that I would be disgraced forever if these brutal callous men could bring me to the edge of an orgasm. No, it wasn't possible! But the fire in my loins was undeniable, and my hips were twitching back and forth uncontrollably now.
I was saved, but not the way I would have wanted it to happen. Just as I started to fear that my excitement and weakness would be noticeable to everyone in the room, there was some movement near my head. My eyes popped open in alarm and, to my utter horror, I saw that Mac, the tough young kid about my own age, was inching closer to me so that his long white penis was waving obscenely under my nose. I closed my eyes again immediately, whimpering with fright as I felt a warm spongy object pressing insistently against my lips. Mac had arranged himself so that his legs were splayed out on either side of my head, and with every breath I took I could smell the pungent sweat of his balls only a few inches away from my parted lips.
I guess I must have a dirty mind, because I understood exactly what he wanted. After all I had watched Aunt Ann perform this luridly depraved perversion on my brother. Mac obviously wanted me to suck him, to take that long stiffened pole into the unnatural sanctuary of my mouth!
I was determined to fight back until I died. They might be able to force their way brutally into my unprotected vagina, but no power on earth could make me open my lips to him. There was a limit to everything! I mumbled in stark horror and tried to shake his hands away from my cheeks, but he held me tightly, the tip of his iron-hard cock pushing steadily at my desperately-clamped lips. I thought he was weakening for a moment, and I was firmly congratulating myself on finally having won a tiny little battle when Tod stabbed into me from behind, so deeply that I forgot about Mac for a moment and gasped.
It was all the opening he needed. His broad thick cock slid by the inadequate defenses of my lips and into the warm wet cavern of my mouth. I thought it was the most awful thing that had ever happened to me, and I could feel the slippery, slimy hardness of his penis gliding inexorably along the surface of my tongue towards the back of my throat. I gagged, naturally, but my lips ovaled instinctively around the warmly pulsating shaft of his organ. Mac was clearly half out of his mind with the savagely lurid excitement of fucking a young girl like me in the mouth, and his hands held me in a vise-like grip. Quickly, he adjusted to the tempo of the man skewering into me from the rear while my mind struggled uselessly against this vile rape of my throat. I tried hard to throw him off, but he was too smart for me since he never quite withdrew the bulbous head of his cock past the barrier of my teeth, and whenever he thrust forward again, I could taste him pillaging his way all the way to my tonsils as if he wanted to strangle me.
"Suck it, baby!" he ordered me fiercely, winding his cruelly demanding hands into my hair. "You jus' keep sucking till I tells you to stop!" To show me that he meant business, he yanked on my hair, and I sobbed with the realization that my fear of pain was worse than my fear of dishonor. I began to nibble tentatively on his lewdly-invading cock, willing to do almost anything at this point to avoid more pain. I coughed and gagged at first, unaccustomed to this depraved business, but Mac kept a steady pressure on my hair to remind me what would happen if I hesitated for a minute. I tried not to think about what I was being forced to do, but his cum-filled testicles kept banging against my chin every time he speared into me, and there was the rich salty taste of sperm in my mouth to remind me of the humiliation I was being forced to endure.
Tod, in the meantime, seemed to have been transformed into some kind of mechanical fucking machine, his loins banging so furiously into my softly yielding buttocks that Mac could no longer keep pace with the furious rhythm he was setting. I could hear him breathing like a truck as my lips pressed tightly around the penis I held unwillingly between my lips. He was tearing at the twin cheeks of my buttocks with both hands, trying to force his rampaging cock farther and farther up into the depths of my vagina, and I concentrated on sucking like mad to keep from thinking about the steadily increasing fiery sensation in my loins. My mouth was slowly filling with the warm liquid as steady emissions of lubricating fluid seeped from the bulging glans of the young man's cock and mixed with the saliva in my mouth. He was moving my head up and down over his straining, pulsating instrument now, fucking my throat just as if it were a cunt, and the tears streamed down my dirt-smeared cheeks as I realized with a growing sense of despair that he was going to ejaculate into the depths of my mouth, soiling me like I had never been soiled before.
End it! I told myself insanely, and I began to suck on him as hard as I could, swirling my tongue across the broad meaty surface of his cock, wanting only to have him cum into my mouth and get it over with. My prayers were answered almost immediately. The moment I touched him with the tip of my tongue, he suddenly held still as if there was a stream of electric current passing between us. Encouraged, I touched him again, digging the agile tip of my tongue into the tiny narrow opening at the tip of his cock. Suddenly he groaned, and I tried desperately to wiggle free, but he held me with super-human strength as bullet-like bursts of hot sticky cum seared into the back of my mouth just as if someone had stuck a garden hose between my lips and turned on the faucet. I would never have believed that there was so much semen in a man's body, and I gulped wildly, knowing I had to swallow it or choke to death as he pumped it profusely into me.
It seemed to go on for an eternity while I choked and swallowed, my Adam's apple bobbing up and down like crazy, and the moment his wildly ejaculating cock began to falter and wilt, Tod groaned and began to cum into my ravaged body from the other end.
He sighed in absolute bliss and even I gurgled madly as he pumped it ruthlessly into me, his spurting instrument propelling the warm semen far, far up into the hidden recesses of my once-virginal womb. Mac's deflated penis slipped out of my exhausted mouth, and I collapsed on my stomach, totally destroyed by the experience. Well, it's half over now, I told myself. Now, the other two do their thing, whatever it happens to be, and then it will be over, and I can start thinking about revenge. They were going to pay for this, one way or another, I vowed. Rat poison in their soup or something worse! "Okay, girly, you ain't finished yet," I heard a Spanish-flavored voice behind me as the man began changing positions, and I realized that Chico had taken his place between my outstretched legs. They obviously had no intention of giving me even a moment to recover, and I felt strong arms once again hoisting me into a kneeling position.
"Man, look at that lovely little pussy," I heard Chico praising me obscenely, his hands exploring the tender open crevice between my shivering buttocks. "That's the nicest little hole I've seen in many a year!"
Ann's voice struck my ears now and I realized that her carnal curiosity had gotten the better of her, and she was down on her knees next to Chico, supervising every step of the operation like a foreman.
"Trouble with you guys is you got no imagination," she informed them scornfully. "Hugh told you to break her! A couple a' pokes in the cunt ain't doing much more than making this little whore happy!"
"Wha...what do ya' mean?" asked Chico suspiciously.
"To me, that looks like a little cherry , in there," came Ann's lascivious voice, and I could feel the soft touch of a woman's hand as she ran her finger down between the white cheeks of my buttocks, pausing on the tiny round circle of my anus. "I'd say that ass could stand some attention, don't you?"
"Nooooooooo!! ! " I screamed at the top of my lungs, not one hundred percent sure what she had in mind and not at all anxious to find out. Mac slapped his hand over my mouth, and Chico acted immediately on Ann's unnatural suggestion, while the two other men grabbed my ankles and pulled my thighs apart so savagely that I thought I was going to faint with the pain.
Chico was down on his knees now, absolutely out of his mind, biting the softly fragile flesh of my buttocks like an animal, his tongue slashing repeatedly over the tight rubbery ring of my rectum. I was writhing and kicking with all my might, but there were four of them on top of me and even Ann was helping by sitting on one leg and I was helpless to move more than an inch or two in any direction. The Mexican was using his hands again now, forcing my nakedly straining buttocks apart with his thumbs, and he stretched the delicate flesh of my anus so badly I was sure I'd never be normal again. It hurt worse than anything, and every time Mac moved his hand away from my mouth, I let out an agonized scream. Chico had two fingers inside of me now and I was trying irrationally to convince myself that all he intended to do was to humiliate me like this, but in my heart I knew exactly what he had in mind. He was going to sodomize me! He was going to stick his long hard penis up inside my rectum. There was no other explanation for it!
Chico was trembling with a wild animalistic excitement when he yanked his fingers out of my ass, and I could feel his squat muscular body practically vibrating. The next thing I knew, the hard tapered tip of his cock was pushing its way between the cheeks of my backside, pressing harshly against my tightly puckered little anal hole. Then there was an unbearable spasm of pain when he plunged into me, his long fierce shaft brushing past the tight elastic ring and plunging unnaturally into the churning depths of my rectum. I wanted to scream, but Mac's hand clamped over my mouth made it difficult to even breathe.
"Santa Maria, she's tight!" I heard him groaning and I fought like a tigress to throw him off, but my efforts were all useless, since every time I bucked, his rock-hard cock plowed another inch or two into my painfully stretched rectal tunnel. I was skewered like a pig on a spit, and I felt as though my insides had been torn open with a butcher's knife.
I was really going out of my mind with the pain and the humiliation, and in desperation, I bit Mac's hand just as hard as I could, sinking my teeth into his flesh viciously and then shaking my head back and forth like a mad dog trying to rip a piece of meat off of a bone. He was screaming in pain and slamming his fist into my face as hard as he could, but I hung on, feeling my teeth go through the skin and then the muscle until I hit bone.
"Aaaaaaggggggg!! ! " he bellowed and I experienced a moment of savage irrational joy as they all started to beat me to make me let go. Only Chico kept his mind on what he was doing, and he didn't even bother giving my pain-wracked anus the time to adjust to the sodomizing presence of his long throbbing cock. As soon as he was in place, he started jamming himself farther and farther into my rectum, and every time he pushed in another inch, I instinctively bit down even harder on Mac's hand, feeling the bones crack under the insistent pressure of my teeth, Mac was screaming at the top of his lungs while the others including Ann punched and kicked me to make me stop, but I was too crazed to know what I was doing.
Suddenly there was a loud crash and the room lit up as the door to the bunkhouse flew open. For me, everything got kind of confused just then and people stopped hitting me and jumped to their feet, shouting like a bunch of lunatics.
"Watch out!" somebody shrieked.
"Gun...get a gun!"
Only Chico seemed unconcerned, and he started fucking into me like a pile-driver now as if he knew there wasn't much time left and he wanted to finish while he still had the chance. I twisted my head wildly to one side as a blood-thirsty scream split the air in time to see Curt swinging his axe ruthlessly at Tod who was charging him with a drawn knife. There was an expression of implacable jungle savagery as my brother expertly swung the long vicious axe, and the sharp tempered steel blade caught the tall cow-hand on the side of his neck almost cutting his head off. The blood started spurting out of his severed artery like a red geyser and he went down like a slaughtered ox, probably dead before he hit the floor, his arms and legs jerking convulsively as the blood poured ceaselessly out of the gaping wound in his neck.
Every muscle in my body went rigid as I saw him die, and although I didn't realize it at the time, I was saving Curt's life, since Chico couldn't withdraw his swollen cock from the suddenly clamping muscles of my rectum, and I still gripped the mangled remnants of Mac's hand between my blood soaked teeth. If the three of them had been able to attack him together, it would have been tough, but as it was, they came at him one by one and he cut them down one by one. Gary's face showed fear as he picked up a rake from a corner and went charging at my brother and everybody in the room seemed to be screaming at once. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Ann looking wildly around for a means of escape, but Curt was standing squarely in front of the door and blocking her way. Chico had both hands on my buttocks as he pushed like mad, trying to get free of me, but my abdomen had gone into a complete muscular spasm and I couldn't have let him loose if I'd tried.
Curt wheeled, and I could see that the days Uncle Hugh made him spend chopping wood had made him an expert with that axe. With a short but powerful swing, he cut Gary's rake in two and for a moment the ugly man stood there stupefied, holding one end of the rake in each hand as if he could not believe that he had been disarmed quite so easily.
"Curt, look, it was . . . " he started to sputter, his face going as white as a sheet, but he never got to finish whatever he was trying to say. Curt followed through on the same swing and caught him in the pit of his stomach with the blunt end of the axe, making him double up with the most terrible scream of agony I have ever heard. He was down on his hands and knees, and in a split second the axe came down again, the sharp side this time, and split his head like a watermelon.
I had to look away, because I was afraid I was going to get sick, even though deep inside me I felt this incredibly savage joy at watching them die. I had never for a moment taken my teeth out of Mac's hand, and yet somehow he was suddenly on his feet, backing away from Curt in horror, the whole front of him covered with great scarlet blotches of blood. I couldn't see what Curt was doing at the moment, but I watched in amazement as Mac gasped, his right arm held close to his stomach, and then sank to his knees, his face gone completely pale. He tried to say something and then pitched over on his stomach, writhing in pain, and it was only then that I realized that he had left his thumb in my mouth! I had bitten it off completely and he had passed out for loss of blood.
I spat out the mangled piece of meat which had once been part of a man's hand, and struggled to free myself from Chico's unwilling embrace. His cock was still hard and throbbing wildly inside of my tortured, cruelly-stretched rectum, and his scream for mercy made me turn my head as Curt advanced on him, the axe held high. Chico had turned his muscular body around as far as possible to face my brother, and I could see Curt's eyes widen with murderous rage as he realized that the Mexican had been sodomizing me. Chico put his hands up beseechingly as if he could somehow ward off the blow that was coming, but the sharp blade of Curt's murder weapon sliced through one hand and sank into his shoulder with a sickening thud. Instantaneously, I felt the man's cock explode as he came into me, flooding the throbbing tunnel of my ass with his thick syrupy cum, the last thing he would ever do. Curt wrenched the axe free and hit him again, this time squarely in the small of the back, and Chico died without a sound, sliding out of me as his still ejaculating cock dribbled a few last trickles of the life-seed onto the barren wooden floor of the bunkhouse.
I rolled on my side, covered with blood and sperm and surrounded by the savagely mutilated bodies of the men who had been amusing themselves with my helpless form only a few seconds before. My brain seemed to be working in slow motion, and I listened almost without interest as Ann screamed her lungs out in one corner, begging for mercy she knew she had no right to expect. For an instant, no one moved, Curt's eyes flickered back and forth between Ann and me, and somehow I sensed instinctively that he was choosing between us.
He made his choice, and crossed the floor in her direction, the axe held ready in his hands and his muscles bulging under his blood-spattered undershirt. I don't know whether he intended to kill her or not, and I guess he didn't either and neither one of us got a chance to find out because in that instant, Uncle Hugh appeared in the doorway, a double gauged shotgun in his hand.
"Hugh! Drop him! Kill him quick!" Ann shrieked, thinking that she had been saved. There were at least fifteen feet between Curt and his uncle and I cowered nakedly on my knees on the blood-soaked mattress, knowing that my brother could never make it across all that distance with his axe before the older man could shoot. Hugh would kill us both!
I was so frightened I could hardly breathe and my body was still wracked with pain. My mouth was full of bits and pieces of crushed bone and human flesh and blood and even cum, and I waited for my uncle to murder my brother in cold blood before my eyes and then perhaps turn his weapon against me, since he would want no witnesses to what had happened. Hugh fired once from the hip, wildly, and the buckshot slammed into a huge five hundred gallon gasoline tank at one end of the bunkhouse where the fuel for the tractors was kept. He had missed Curt by inches, and the acrid smell of gun powder mixed with the scent of the gasoline as it began to spray out of the perforated tank, soaking the dry wood of the bunkhouse.
Knowing he had only one shot left, Hugh raised the gun to his shoulder to take better aim and this time I was sure he could not miss. Not at that range! Curt was holding Ann by the wrist and he suddenly dropped the axe, seemingly petrified by the nearness of death. A savage sneer curled over my uncle's lips as his finger slowly tightened on the trigger, and I turned my head to my brother, knowing that I loved him more than anyone else in the world and thinking that this would be the last time I would see him alive.
But Curt moved at the last possible moment, powerfully yanking Ann in front of him and as the roar of the shotgun split the air, I saw a huge red patch of blood suddenly gush out of the white cotton blouse my aunt had been wearing as the concentrated buckshot tore a thousand holes in her breasts. Without a moment's hesitation, Curt threw Ann's body to one side, leaving her to writhe in her death agony while he sprinted across the gasoline-soaked floor. The fuel was spraying all over the room now, drenching me and there were puddles of the inflammable liquid forming all around us.
Hugh's shotgun was empty and there was no time to reload before Curt reached him, but he reacted with incredible speed for a man who had just accidentally murdered his own wife. Curt should have thought to pick up his axe again, but I guess he counted on Hugh panicking when he saw what he had done and thought he could finish him off with his bare hands. The gasoline was spraying all over me now, making it impossible to breathe and even hard to see, and I crawled a few feet towards the door, climbing over Chico's naked body, trying to see what was happening since I knew in my guts that this would have to be a fight to the death. Neither Hugh nor Curt could take a chance on leaving the other one alive.
The gasoline was burning my eyes, but the first thing I saw was the stock of Hugh's gun slamming into the side of Curt's head, knocking him off his feet and sending him splashing into a puddle of fuel. I thought it was all over in that instant since our uncle followed up his attack fiercely, holding the shotgun by the barrel and swinging it wildly. But Curt recovered in a hurry, using his speed to dodge out of the way and managing to kick Hugh in the groin as he rolled free. They were both on their feet in a second and they flew at each other soundlessly like a pair of enraged animals. Curt kept both hands free and started swinging his fists dangerously into Hugh's hard flat stomach, and I realized for the first time that my uncle was just as tough a man as everybody said he was. The stomach punches didn't seem to phase him much, and he proceeded to knock Curt over backwards with a powerful jab to the face that left Curt dazed momentarily.
Hugh jumped on him like a tiger, his hands automatically going for my brother's throat, while Curt thrashed back and forth, trying with all the brute strength in his young body to shake himself free. But Hugh's hands tightened inexorably, and I could see Curt's face getting purple. I was on my feet, looking wildly around and knowing that it was going to be all over for the two of us in another minute unless I did something fast. I was stark naked and I knew I could never make it across miles of open country to the next ranch, even if I wanted to play the coward and leave my brother to be strangled by this monster.
In desperation my eyes fell on a pitchfork stuck into a bale of hay nearby and I yanked it free, knowing that Curt was going to be unconscious in another second unless I did something pretty fast. At first I was only going to poke Hugh in the back to make him stop choking Curt, but the prongs of the pitchfork went in further than I thought they would and blood came spurting out of three little holes in the back of Hugh's imagine cowboy shirt.
"Aaaagggghhhhhh!" he screamed throwing his hands up in pain and releasing his death grip on Curt's throat. For a moment, no one moved. Curt was just barely conscious, and Hugh just sat there with his buttocks resting on my brother's stomach his hands up in the air as if he were surrendering.
"Kill him!" came a hoarse whisper from my brother. Hugh turned and looked at me over his shoulder, an expression of stark amazement on his face as if he could not believe that a naked girl all covered with blood and gasoline could have hurt him so bad. Or maybe seeing me naked reminded him of the time he'd made love to me, I don't know. Something inside of me snapped, and I stuck him again, jamming the pitchfork into his ribs and putting all my weight behind it so that the prongs would go in as far as possible. He fell off of Curt, but my brother was still too staggered to stand up, and he just rolled to one side, his clothes drenched with the gasoline. I could hardly breathe, and I suppose the petroleum-loaded atmosphere of the place was affecting my mind, but I sure wasn't sane.
Hugh got up to his hands and knees, this same puzzled expression on his face, and I hit him on the back of the head with the fork. He shook his head as if he were saying no, and staggered to his feet, the blood streaming out of the six gashes I had made in his chest and back. Curt managed to sit up, and I looked at him for instructions as Hugh started walking toward me like a zombie, Ihis eyes blazing. Curt was getting unsteadily to his feet but there wasn't time to wait for him to help because Hugh was almost on top of me, so I gritted my teeth and stuck him in the stomach. He grabbed the pitchfork with both hands trying to pull it out of his guts, but I kept pushing as hard as I could, driving him backwards against the wall. Curt stumbled to my side and grabbed the handle of the fork and we both pushed while Uncle Hugh just stood there watching the three j iron prongs of the fork go all the way into his stomach.
Suddenly it was too much for me, and I felt my body go weak. Curt grabbed me with one arm to keep me from falling, and I clung to him desperately. We watched Uncle Hugh spit up some blood and when his head dropped down on his chest, Curt let go of the pitchfork and dragged me outside.
"Oh God, oh God," I began to groan, half out of my mind with the sudden realization of what I had just done and all I'd been through.
"Okay, hold on for just a few minutes longer, Sue," Curt kissed me on the forehead and then let me stand on my own for a moment while he began to strip off his gasoline soaked clothing.
"Let's go back to the house, Curt, please," I begged him desperately anxious to get away from the bunkhouse full of corpses. It was starting to occur to me that we had our hands full of troubles. Mac was seriously wounded, if not already dead, and the others were certainly dead or dying by now. Could they send us to prison? My God, it was starting to sweep over me that we had just killed five people!
Curt was naked and he seemed to know exactly what he was doing. Extracting a pack of matches from the pocket of his pants, he threw his clothing into the center of the room and then picked up a pile of newspapers which had been left just outside the bunkhouse door.
"Get back!" he ordered me brusquely. "This thing is going up like a bomb!"
I did as I was told, now completely in his hands. His face was bleeding where Hugh had beaten him with the stock of the rifle and his body was one horrible mass of bruises. Leaving the door of the bunkhouse open, he backed away about thirty feet and wrapped the papers around a rock. Then he touched a burning match to the papers and as soon as the newspaper caught, he pitched it underhand into the bunkhouse.
It was fortunate that I was almost one hundred and fifty feet away when it blew, because the gasoline soaked building went up like a torch, shooting incredible pillars of fire into the early evening sky. The old building collapsed almost immediately, and I could feel the intense heat scorching me even at that distance. Curt was running hard, stubbing his naked feet against the rough stones of the yard, and he grabbed me behind him as the two of us rushed without a stitch of clothing on back towards the ranch house. My mind was in a complete dither, but somehow in the midst of all that tragedy, I could only wonder why Curt had stopped to take his clothes off.
"Okay, listen hard," he told me the moment we were inside, pulling me into his arms and putting my head on his shoulder. My body was trembling like a leaf, and he was snaking too, but I knew somehow he was going to have the strength to see it through. "Get upstairs and get cleaned up. Put on a long-sleeved shirt and slacks so they can't see your bruises, and get some make-up on the claw marks on your face . . . "
"But Curt.. . "
"Don't argue! They'll be here in a minute. I'll tell you what to say as soon as you get down."
It was no time to hold a family council, so I did as I was told, although my hands were shaking so bad, I could hardly do the buttons on my clothes. Out the window of my bedroom I could see Curt, now dressed in sandals and a pair of dungarees, racing back down to the smoldering bunkhouse. .
The police got to us in record time, and Curt came back from the wreckage talking with the Sheriff, and as they came into the living room, my brother shot me a look which informed me clearly that I was to keep my mouth shut and follow his lead. He looked funny without his eyebrows, but I could tell he was hurting from the burns and the beating he'd taken.
"That's about it, sir," Curt was saying respectfully. "My sister and I were up here at the house alone and then my Uncle Hugh suddenly came running in, grabbed his shotgun and then went running out again. Aunt Ann had gone down to the bunkhouse to bring dinner to the hands, and at first I figured Uncle Hugh had spotted a coyote or something. Anyway, we heard some shouts, and then a couple of shots. We still didn't think anything of it until the bunkhouse went up."
"And then what happened?" questioned the Sheriff, writing down Curt's story in his notebook.
"I told Sue to stay here while I ran down to the bunkhouse. I was looking for my Aunt and Uncle, but I guess they must have been inside. I got as close as I could to the front door, but my hair was on fire and some boards fell on me, and I had to back away because the heat was too bad."
"You're a brave lad," decided the Sheriff, putting his hand comfortingly, on Curt's knee. "Taking your life in your hands to rescue your relatives like that." The other policemen all nodded in agreement, and it looked like Curt managed to look unhappy about the loss of his dear Uncle and Aunt. Nobody asked me any questions, which was just as well, because I would never have been able to get a word out. Curt's story hung together perfectly as far as I could see, and I was amazed that he had been able to think it all through in the midst of all that excitement since the bit about the falling boards neatly explained the bruises on his chest and face, and his hair was burned off pretty bad.
"What happens now, sir?"
"Well, it looks to me like some funny business went on down there in the bunkhouse with your uncle and aunt and the hands, but I reckon everything's burnt up too bad now to ever reconstruct what happened. I've got my idea, but your uncle was a respected man in this here community and it don't do to go 'round makin' up stories about 'em, especially now that he and Mrs. Mason are dead. Guess we'll just mark it down to accidental death by fire."
"Whatever you think, Sheriff."
"Well, I'd suggest that you and your little sister here each take a belt of whiskey or two for the shock and try to get some sleep. Anything I can do for ya?"
"I don't think so, sir. It's a pretty bad shock, but. . . well, we're old enough to face things like this."
"Guess you are, son. You've got some responsibilities now, ya know. Since the Mason's never had any kids or any other relatives, you two inherit this place. It's gonna take a real man to manage a ranch this size, but you look like you got the balls fer it son."
June 13
When my eyes opened in the morning, it all seemed like a bad dream, something which happened during the night, but it was all over now. Hugh and Ann Mason had just been figments of my imagination, characters in a nightmare. I would never see them again, and I knew that after a year or so I would no longer even think about them. At the end, the two of them had changed into mad dogs, and they had died like mad dogs deserve to die.
Curt stirred next to me in the bed, grunting unintelligibly in his sleep, and I turned over on my side and stroked his hair. It was all funny and sticking out in crazy directions because we'd both taken showers last night to get the gasoline and blood off our skin, and Curt had gone to sleep before his hair dried. When the police had left, we did everything we could to get unconscious in the fastest possible way, and I had gulped two of Ann's sleeping pills while my brother had finished off half a quart of my uncle's best Scotch. Except it wasn't Hugh Mason's Scotch anymore, it was ours, and so was the house, and the land and the cattle and everything! I kept telling myself that I should be in some kind of shock because of the terrible things that had happened, but somehow I just felt sleepy and good. I giggled, remembering how the Sheriff had referred to me as Curt's "little sister" the night before. It was true. He wasn't my little brother anymore, and I liked it better this way.
Curt stretched and woke, turning immediately to put his arms around me. We were both naked and I thrust myself against him, no longer bothered by doubts about what was moral and what was not. Last night Curt had killed five men to save me, and after that, it seemed a little silly to worry about the rules. I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck and kissed away the sleepiness from his eyes.
"We've got a lot to do," I reminded him, knowing that there would be statements to sign later and hands to hire and cattle to be tended.
"I know we do, but I want to start off our new life by sleeping in, for once. Sue, what did they do to you last night? Other than what I saw, I mean."
"They did everything," I confessed, somehow no longer feeling any shame. "All the things men can do to a woman."
"Are you hurt?"
"I'm a little sore," I admitted, kissing him hotly. "But nothing's broken."
"I want to do all the things they did," he breathed, looking me straight in the eye. "And anything else I can think of."
"Go ahead," I told him, knowing that everything was going to be all right now. "Do whatever you want."
I felt my body begin to shiver as his hands softly stroked the smoothly curved mounds of my tingling breasts, and I moved even closer to him so that the long hard shaft of his cock was rubbing against the taut surface of my stomach. I felt totally passive and submissive, ready to surrender everything to him now. There was no longer any reason to hold back. Curt was in charge now, and whatever he decided he wanted to do with my nakedly vulnerable body was all right with me. With one violent sweep of his arm, he threw the blankets on the floor, and I felt beautiful lying there completely stripped, every soft hill and valley of my body available .to him.
He rose up over me, his torso muscular and big, and straddled me like a horse, one leg on either side of my hips while his strong hands massaged the fullness of my breasts.
"Do everything . . . " I murmured, feeling the beginning of a powerful undeniable excitement rising in my loins as he tweaked and twisted the erected tips of my breasts. "Fuck me everywhere."
Curt took me literally, and I watched as he inched forward, his long beautiful penis sliding across my stomach and up to my rib cage while he pushed the soft warm flesh of my breasts together. As soon as I saw what he wanted to do to me, I wanted to help, to cooperate by giving him every part of me. This was something not even the hands in the bunkhouse had thought of doing, and I put my hands on the sides of my heavy mature breasts and forced them together so that the bulging little nipples were almost touching and his huge pulsating penis was trapped in a soft accommodating tunnel. Slowly he began to rock back and forth, exciting both of us with the tantalizing motion and every time the red blood-engorged tip of his cock emerged from between my breasts, he left a pearl-like drop of semen high on my chest.
He had to stop a couple of times because he was too close to cumming, and while he rested we looked at each other silently, both of us thinking of all the things we could do with each other in the days ahead. I knew I had never been so excited as I was in this moment, realizing that he could ask me for anything, absolutely anything, and what he didn't think to ask for, I would offer!
He continued fucking gently into the softly fluttering artificial cunt of my breasts, but his eyes were now locked on my lips, and I sensed immediately that he wanted them, wanting to use them the way he had with Aunt Ann. But he couldn't bring himself to ask. I put my hands on his buttocks, pulling him forward, urging him silently to come closer to me and he obeyed, spreading his knees wider apart and inching forward until the quivering mounds of my breasts were pressed up into his thighs and his hard invading penis pulsed like a living thing a few inches from my open willing mouth.
"Come on," I invited him, knowing that once we had done this together, we would be as close as it was possible for two human beings to be.
"Sue.. . " he said in a strangled voice, as if the emotion of the moment was too much for him. "Sue, are you...you sure."
"I want you."
His balls tap-danced against my chin and I urged him forward, putting my hands around the broad base of his cock and tugging him gently into me. He groaned as the sensitive tip of his glans brushed against my wetly parted lips, and I began to tease him with my tongue. Of course, I wasn't sure exactly how this was done, but I learned fast enough, swiping my tongue across the warmly throbbing cock-head while I felt it jerking back and forth in my mouth. Curt made it easier by reaching down behind my neck and gently cradling my head in his hands, pulling me forward and pushing his wonderfully pulsating cock even deeper into my throat at the same time.
In a minute, it seemed to me as if I had been performing this same bizarre operation all my life, and the fiery hungering sensation from deep in my vagina was abruptly transferred to the tender inner surfaces of my lips. I wanted to make Curt cum, and I thought in that moment that it would be the most beautiful thing in the world if I could cause him to erupt into the back of my throat, flooding me with the life-giving sperm from his loins. I wanted my brother to dominate me, take possession of me so completely that I would never be alone again.
He came faster than I expected, and I heard myself squealing with animal joy when his loins suddenly began to jerk back and forth and the white hot liquid came streaming out of his cock like a waterfall. I groaned with mindless pleasure as it hit the back of my throat, and my Adam's apple started bobbing wildly up and down as I gulped gluttonously, trying to swallow every droplet of his precious fluid. On and on, he went, muttering my name over and over again as he emptied his cum-filled balls into my trembling body.
At last it was finished and he rolled over on his side, exhausted, his slowly deflating penis still throbbing weakly between my cum-smeared lips. I knew it would be a few minutes before he recovered his masculinity and could make love to me, but I was in no hurry.
