Today's middle class Americans maintain a stable outlook which in reality masks the turmoil existing behind drawn blinds.
There is alcoholism, promiscuous sex, for the adult and teenager alike, and, for some, the breakup of marital relationships as a result of mate-swapping. The children observe their parents' so-called mature lifestyles. The mark is made, the effect lasts a lifetime.
This is the story of a family and one summer of debauchery where family relationships mean nothing and the satisfaction of the senses means everything. What happens to these parents and their children is a startling revelation of how events can alter personalities, how fate plays with all.
Business as usual is the daily norm. But is it? Not for the individuals in this story-outwardly, yes, in reality, no.
INCEST FAMILY-a novel with a lesson for those unaware of what is really happening behind many of the closed doors in America.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Alice was amused at the way her uncle kept his eyes averted from the sight of her. He was bending over a huge potted fern. There was mud on his T-shirt and he was frowning at something.
"Pretty delicate, this plant," he said. Alice leaned against the table behind her and crossed her long slender legs. She'd been on her way down to the lakeshore when she'd seen Mitch in the greenhouse. She let the front of her terry beach jacket bag open a little. Her uncle's eyes blinked rapidly but he kept his attention directed to the ailing fern.
"I just wanted to thank you," Alice began, "for taking me and Billy in like this. The folks had been going at it. for over a year and it was getting pretty awful towards the last." She brushed a blonde hair from the full swell of her breast. That was her left one. The right was every bit as lovely. The wee bikini barely corraled them. And though they were perfectly shaped, Alice had always felt her tits were way too big for her willowy frame. Mitch was looking now. She pulled her belly in under her ribs and smiled. "When Mom and Dad broke up, I really had no idea where I could go or who I could turn to. I certainly didn't want to go with either of them. They'd been simply horrible to live with."
"We were glad to do it," Mitch smiled. He took off his horn-rimmed glasses and wiped them casually on his T-shirt. Alice thought Mitch was good-looking even with his glasses. But without them, he was really dreamy. For a guy around forty he was in terrific shape. His chest rippled with tennis muscles every time he moved. Alice found herself curious about his love life. Did Margaret appreciate him? Margaret seemed so aloof to everyone, so snooty. She was so tangled up running the boutique downtown that she didn't seem to have time for a husband. Alice tried to imagine Mitch making love to Aunt Margaret. She could almost see Magaret's dark hair splashed across a pillow, her long white legs spread. And between them the glistening raw wound of her pussy ripe for Mitch's rigid cock. She felt her palms grow moist and a flush of heat spread across her skin. It was silly thinking such things. As if she knew what her Uncle and Aunt did with their private moments. It was none of her business.
"Everybody had been so wonderful," she blurted, trying to cover her excited state. "And Betty has been like a sister to me." That was a he.
Betty was her cousin, Mitch and Margaret's daughter. And Betty didn't like her very much. Alice had tried to be friendly to the older girl but Betty was put off by something. Maybe it was the unconscious sexuality Alice exuded. It was a trait she just couldn't hide. She'd been a sex object all her life. It was as much a part of her behavior as breathing. The things she could do with her eyes and hands could make a grown man tremble. And when she moved her body, it was enough to make a cripple walk. That was what a friend of her father's had said once. Daddy and his crazy artist friends! She'd liked the friends much better than her father.
Mitch was fooling with the plant again. Alice tilted her slim hips and scratched her shin with her heel. Mitch stared. Her fresh skin was just beginning to glow with an early summer tan. The pale peach bikini was of some satiny material that clung to her young cunt-mound in an excruciatingly sensual way, especially when wet her swim suit clearly defined her crevice and the firm cleavage of her ass. Alice moved her blonde braids over the fronts of her shoulders and put the end of one between her lips. Striking a pose, she sucked on the braid end and let her blue eyes widen as she smiled her smile again. It was something she had practiced in front of the mirror. She could almost observe poor Uncle Mitch coming apart inside.
"Why don't you come swimming with me?" she breathed, tilting her head the slightest bit.
"I, uh-" He cleared his throat and started again. "I haven't eaten breakfast yet," he shrugged, wiping his hands on his jeans. "Margaret will be expecting me." "Oh. I see."
For a long moment she sulked, enjoying the longing look her uncle was trying to hide behind the leaves of the fern. But she could see him peeking at her figure. She thrust out her tits and sighed. Then she turned her back to him suddenly and gazed over one shoulder.
"Do you think my legs are too skinny, Uncle Mitch?"
"Why they're fine. Just fine." Mitch cleared his throat. "Why should you worry about your legs?"
"Oh, sometimes I think I'm built kind of weird." She glanced down at the tops of her breasts again and blushed. Alice had learned to blush whenever she wished. It was a handy bit of acting that could turn men to silly putty. Mitch stared as the blush spread down over the freckles that dotted her sun-kissed tits. They actually seemed to be swelling up inside the skimpy bikini top. Alice felt that they might burst out at any moment if her uncle kept staring like that. A flurry of erotic thoughts flashed through her mind. She imagined her handsome uncle holding her in his arms. Such a wicked thought! But it was fun to think it. He was kissing her, rubbing her back with his hands. And then one of her hot tits had flopped loose from the bikini and Mitch was kissing it, sucking the nipple between his teeth.
The sexy dream vanished as Alice trembled and pulled herself together again. She recalled that only once in her life had that actually happened to her.
A friend of her father's had come to the studio and her dad hadn't been home. Alice had been fourteen at the time and her tits hadn't been so big. But this artist friend had apparently appreciated them. He'd touched her in so many places. Alice remembered the episode like it had happened yesterday. She'd remembered the moment the man's lips had covered one tit. The way his tongue had felt slavering the immature nipple.
Alice was suddenly very aware of the lump in her uncle's jeans. He was still staring at her. Alice wondered what he was thinking. Was he trying to imagine what she looked like without anything on at all? It wouldn't take much imagining. She was all but naked now. She knew she was teasing her uncle. It was a wicked thing to do. Yet the wickedness excited her all the more. In her momentary confusion Alice decided to get on down to the beach. She'd pulled her beach robe around her again and started towards the door when Mitch spoke.
"I like to swim in the moonlight. Have you ever tried that, Alice?"
"No," she said, whirling around so that her slim body was exposed again. "But it sounds far out."
"Margaret likes it, too. Maybe the whole family can do it some night soon." Mitch waved and turned again to his fern. Alice went out the greenhouse door and headed across the grassy lawn towards the lake. She didn't know why she felt a vague disappointment. Mitch was married after all. Was there something perverse inside her that made her want all men to be half crazy over her. She wanted them to want her, to try and have her. But when the time came for commitment that's where she chickened out. Because at seventeen and a half Alice was still a virgin.
When she was in the water she swam quickly with long, fluid strokes. It took her only a few minutes to reach the large floating dock. The coolness of the lake against her breasts always excited her. And as she swam her bikini top had inched down until it barely hung on her dark large nipples. Pulling herself out of the water exposed her tits completely. She rolled onto the sun-warmed wood planking and trembled at the heavy bounce of the large swells on her chest. The maroon nipples looked swollen and turgid with blood. She thumbed one and felt the tingle jolt down her body. A glow spread through her loins. She was panting.
Alice pulled her bikini cups back up and went to the other side of the platform. The lake rocked the dock gently as she sat down facing away from shores She dangled her legs in the water, satisfied that no one would be watching her. From the house anyone might see her sitting there but only from the back. She was giddy with anticipation. She squirmed around for a second getting comfortable. Then satisfied that she was alone, she stretched the crotch of her bikini to one side and pressed a finger against the blonde-downed swells of her labia. They parted with a wet sound and she worked a fingertip against her clit.
The first slippery caress made her cry out. It was a soft, helpless sigh of young lust. She pushed two fingers into her crevice then and began to work them up and down the delicate lining of her opening. Now her body was beginning to surge with hot moisture. She opened her thighs more and kicked her heels in the lapping waves. The muscles in her legs had hardened with excitement and she was drooling. She wiped her chin with her hand and kept the other one plunging up and down her open slit.
For some reason she was thinking of Mitch's son, not Mitch. In her sexual fantasies Alice usually used the last male image she'd come in contact with for her little finger games. But this morning after talking about her cousin Betty it was only natural to think of her other cousin, Betty's brother. So she let Stephen's form fill her thoughts and then undressed him. She imagined him on his knees begging her to let him touch her. But she made him lay on the floor and then walked across his body scornfully as she finger-fucked her juicy, blonde-fringed cunt over his upturned face.
"Ohhhh," she gasped, letting her eyes flutter closed. "Ohhhh, goddamn!"
As her finger slipped down over her clit hood, down to where her cherry was, Alice remembered a particular doctor some two years in the past. She could remember the way the office had smelled, the dog-eared magazines and her mother's hovering presence. Her mother had insisted on the checkup. A pelvic examination was what they called it. Alice hadn't been particularly embarrassed. In fact she'd found herself somewhat curious as to what the doctor might find. But then he didn't discuss that with her. If it hadn't been for the careless nurse leaving the examination room door ajar, Alice would never have heard the good doctor's words to her mother.
She touched the spot, that mysterious, naughty spot where men had made fools of themselves since the beginning of time. Like the doctor had told her mother in calm, hushed tones, her hymen was abnormally thick. He even implied that she might have to have a minor operation before her marriage night. For some reason this seemed to please her mother. Alice had felt hot and flushed, even under the flimsy gown they'd given her to use. Those damned things never did close up quite right. And that only added to her embarrassment when the nurse came back into the examining room and gave her a look. Alice remembered feeling like some kind of freak. She had a funny cherry. The nurse knew, the doctor knew. It seemed like the whole world knew.
But now on the bobbing platform, she felt alone and happy with herself. She'd managed to force a little finger up inside herself over a year ago and now she did it as a daily ritual, hoping to stretch herself big enough for that fantastic moment when a man would really fuck her.
"Ohhh, there! Right there." She eased her pinky into the tiny slit in her hymen. It was still tight and her inner muscles closed down in reflex making it even tighter. But the friction of her smallest finger penetrating the super-sensitive tissue caused a throaty groan to escape her throat. It felt so good to think of her finger as a male cock. Even though he would be a pretty small male to have one so teensy as that.
So she pretended it was bigger and that the guy who was doing it to her was her cousin Lee. He even had some resemblance to his daddy, Mitch. But he had Margaret's dark, almost black, hair. Lee was pretty nice looking alright. Even if he was her same age. At seventeen he seemed so young, so inexperienced. Somehow Alice thought of herself as experienced with men, virgin though she was.
"Nhhuuuu! That feels so wonderful," she gasped, rubbing her pinky around in slow circles. It was as deep inside her as she could fit it now and her juices had started to flow freely. They smacked at the outer surfaces of her lips while she gently plunged the finger in and out. Now her trim hips had begun to lurch and she decided to lay back on the floating dock, her feet still dangling in the water.
The tingling fire in her body seemed to flare up suddenly, engulfing her in passion. She forgot where she was, who she was. She was gasping, moaning in the heat of her lust. Her finger was working in and out as fast as she could make it go. She was rubbing her ass cheeks around on the edge of the dock in time to her turbulent finger-fucking. The muscles corded out on the insides of her thighs and her toes parted in the water.
The splash nearby made Alice jump half out of her skin. She jerked her finger out of her spasming little cunt and wiped it up across her belly and tried to sit up. Her eyes took a while focusing and then she saw the shape of someone swimming through the gentle waves of the lake. He was less than twenty yards away now and Alice wondered if whoever it was had seen her engrossed in her little finger game. When the shape neared the dock platform, she recognized her cousin Lee's dark hair. He pulled himself dripping onto the dock and threw water from his hair only moments before she jerked her bikini top back up to cover her tits.
"Hey, Alice, I saw you swim out here but it took me a while to get into my trunks. Wow, you really like to get in the water early!"
"Hi, Lee." She felt more embarrassed than she usually did around a boy. And she wasn't even trying to blush! She was panicked, wondering if he could smell the musk on her skin where she'd hastily wiped her finger. She certainly could. She smelled like she was about to come all over the place.
"I like your bikini," Lee said, staring at the taut-fitting cups. Her nipples were engorged from her excitement and her cousin staring at the dark flesh poking out the peach-colored silk. Her tummy was still heaving and she tried to quiet her breathing and pulse by taking a long, deep breath and holding it.
"You... you sure have a nice tan," she said, trying to make conversation. She wished in a way that Lee hadn't come out to disturb her little moment of joy, She'd been really getting it going good when he'd so rudely interrupted. She could hardly keep from squirming her pussy down against the hard platform, could hardly keep her finger from probing down in the direction of her cunt again. And her breasts tingled for a touch. She wished she could squeeze them hard, hurt herself a little.
"Hey Alice, you ever swim in the nude?"
"Uhhh, well, no. I guess not." Lee's expression confused her. She didn't know whether he was trying to poke fun at her or what. He seemed so frank, so up front with everything that she hardly had time to think.
"You oughta try it. It's really fun to feel the water on your body when you swim." Lee promptly jumped off into the water and when his head bobbed back up he grabbed the edge of the dock and smiled at her again. He was really a cute guy. But so young. Alice preferred men four or five years older than she was. Dog-paddling now, Lee continued to grin at her as his hands disappeared under the softly lapping waves. His body wrenched around under the surface and he came up with his trunks and tossed them up on the floating dock.
"Come on," he said, a hint of challenge in his brown eyes. "You gotta try it."
"Well, I don't think-"
"You're acting like a prude," he said, still smiling. But the challenge had been given now and Alice felt herself flush with his accusation. She lifted her chin and pressed her lips together.
"Oh, hell, why not." She slipped herself into the water and held to the dock with one hand while undoing her top with the other. It came away and she felt the waves buoy her heavy tits up. It felt unexpectedly sexy and she had to stifle a little moan.
"That's only half," Lee put in. He was daringly near. Alice could almost feel him about to touch her with his own nakedness. She paddled away a few dozen feet and turned to dog paddle and keep her eye on him while she slipped her long legs out of her bikini bottom. The sudden sensation of being stark naked under the waves had a devastating effect on her libido. She was panting again though the water cooled down her swollen labia and nipples. She wadded her wet bikini panties and tossed them onto the dock.
"Race you to the island," Lee called and went into a smooth crawl, his dark hair appearing from the waves and then dipping again as he kicked forward. Alice knew that the island was at the limits of her swimming ability. And in her excited state she wasn't sure she had the wind left to make it there. But she couldn't let this smart-aleck Lee get her goat. She gave one last glance at her bikini making a wet circle on the wooden platform and started to swim.
She was within a hundred yards of the sandy island beach when her strength gave out.
"Lee!" she called, past embarrassment, past any concern for pride. She needed help! And her voice had sounded sufficiently scared enough to cause her cousin to turn and start back towards her. She tried to float but water kept getting in her nose. She struggled violently in the water for a moment and as she felt herself slipping under, took a big breath and held it. She only went down a few feet before she bobbed up again. But her legs were too tired to kick. Lee churned up beside her and hooked an arm around her chest. His hand accidentally brushed across her nipples and despite her fright, she felt the hot rub do naughty things deep inside her.
"Ohhh, thanks," she gasped. "I was really running out of gas."
"It's just a little ways now," he assured her. "You can touch bottom right up ahead."
When they got to where the water was just waist deep, Alice hesitated. She felt her presence of mind returning. She didn't want to just stride up on the sand naked as a jaybird with her cousin gawking.
"Come on, you better rest," he demanded, pulling her by the wrist. She gave in and went up onto the dry sand and plopped down on her back. Her cousin nestled his body beside her and gave her a concerned look.
"I'm okay," she said, blushing for real. She'd never really been so exposed to a boy's eyes. And Lee was taking advantage of the situation. "I wish you wouldn't look at me like that."
"You're beautiful."
"Lee!"
"God! You are really something else."
"Lee!" She tried to turn on her side but he took her shoulder and pressed her down again. Then his other hand pressed warmly against her tummy. Alice felt a wave of the most delicious sensations sweep over her body. She began to breathe hard. Lee was pushing his face closer. She knew he wanted to kiss her. She was so mixed up. So uncertain. If she only had her clothes on she wouldn't have felt so scared. And then his mouth was brushing hers and she gave a little cry and closed her eyes. His tongue teased along her lips but she wouldn't let it in. It was his hand that made her moan again. It had slid up her belly, up her chest until she felt one big tit surrounded by gently squeezing fingers. The blast of pure sex joy almost made her faint. She realized with a shock that almost all her sex experience had been administered by herself. She'd spent a puberty and half of an adolescence fucking herself with her own finger, feeling her tits, rubbing herself in various ways. But with Lee doing it, it was a whole new ball game. She whimpered and tried to pull her emotions into some kind of order. She couldn't just let her young cousin maul her there on the beach in plain open daylight, both of them naked. She realized too that she had avoided looking at his nakedness. As if she'd been afraid of seeing that cock hanging from between his thighs.
"Alice! Oh, God, Alice!" His fingers did things to her tits that had to be against the law.
She tried to speak but only babbled a half cry of smothered lust. Her body was on fire. The wind stirred and she had the desire to wrap her arms around her cousin and pull his damp body hard against her. But she fought off the urge and tried to twist away from his kiss. That was when he slid his lips down her neck, down her chest. The flash of knowing that he was going to kiss her breast was too intense to do anything about it. Only that morning she'd tried to imagine what it would feel like to have her uncle doing the very same thing. And the memory of her one and only experience in puberty now seemed vague in comparison to the real thing as it began to happen.
Alice let it happen. She gave another cry of defeat and arched her back up so that Lee's mouth could have it all. He kissed the darkened areola three times and then opened wider to cover the soft circle and the thick nub of tender flesh that grew from the center. A strong shiver ran through Alice's body. She let her fingers grasp deep in her cousin's hair as she pulled his face down harder against the soft swell. He moaned and let his teeth dig into her nipple.
"Ohhhh!'' she cried, her pelvis lurching instinctively. "Ohhhhh, shit!"
"Mmmmmm," her cousin breathed, using his tongue now. He sucked furiously, lapping the tender stalk, rubbing it in circles, sanding it until Alice thought she would lose her mind. From between the lips of her pussy a fresh flood of juices surged out. As if Lee had sensed it, his free hand slipped down her belly again. He petted the sparse curls well below her navel and then gently, gingerly sneaked closer to her slit.
Alice whined and tried to tuck her bottom under. But her will to resist was very weak now. With Lee's tongue slavering her nipple, she couldn't think straight. She let out a pent-up breath and let her thighs relax. Lee eased his finger down into the mushy folds and lightly petted the closed hood of her clit. Even through the protective flap of flesh, Alice felt her secret spot pulse as the friction got to it. The clit flesh stiffened, rose like a bud from the flaps that covered it. Another rush of slickness seemed to come just in time to thoroughly wet
Lee's fingertip. And then he was touching the turgid head of her clitoris, rubbing it back and forth as she lurched in the hot sand and clung to his back with both hands. His tongue washed her nipple with a steady, sucking movement now.
"Ohhhh, Lee! Stop! You must stop it!"
"Baby, I can't."
"Lee, I can't think straight. It feels so good!"
"Touch me!" he sighed.
"No!"
"Come on. I'm touching you!" "Lee! I-I just don't want to." "But why not?"
Alice didn't know why not. And as she tried to think of an answer, Lee grabbed her wrist and pulled a hand down between his thighs. She had kept her body back away and hadn't yet felt the hot hardness of his prick. Now her palm was forced against something velvety soft. Underneath the softness was a rigidity that shocked her. And behind that knobbed swell was the hardest flesh she'd ever touched in her life. It felt like it had a bone inside it though she knew of course that it didn't.
"Grab it with your fingers! Come on!" "Nooooo!"
But her fingers were already curling around the throbbing thing. She closed her eyes as she felt the veins and lumps along the shaft. And the way the streamlined ridge bulged out from the rest of it. That strange, smooth tip. The glans. It was funny that she'd never seen that on her brother when he'd stepped out for a shower or something. And then she realized that Billy had never been circumcised! She felt years dumber than she had only an hour before. Yes, she was a stuck-up virgin who didn't really know the slightest thing about sex. All she knew was how to act sexy. And she knew now that the things that were happening to her now had opened new doors. Lee's finger curled further down her crevice and she began to buck around, her thighs closing again. She didn't want him to touch her in her hole! "Ghaaaaa!"
"You sound like I'm scalping you or something."
"Stop!" She let go his cock.
"Come on, I'm not going to hurt you." His finger found the tiny opening she'd so carefully made with a sharp fingernail one afternoon years ago. With a gentle shove he penetrated her opening and then she was aware of his eyes on hers. She blinked rapidly and tried to look away.
"Damn." Lee pushed the finger all the way in to the knuckle. A surge of excitement made Alice tremble. She could tell that he was using a finger much bigger than her own slim pinky. It hurt a little. But the hurt was overshadowed by a burning pleasure. She worked her hips slowly, feeling the rub of the penetration more completely now.
"You have the tightest cunt I've ever felt," Lee whispered, pulling his finger out and slowly inserting it again.
"I'm a virgin!" Alice snapped, her eyes stormy with embarrassment and hurt pride.
"If you're a virgin, you're only half a virgin,"
Lee smiled. He pushed his finger to the hilt then and quickly pulled it back. Before Alice could think of something to say, he was finger-fucking her with more energy than she'd ever been able to manage for herself. And the hot suck of her lips around his touch made her whine with lust and pump her ass around in the sand. "Nhhooo!"
"I couldn't fuck you if I wanted," he said, kissing her ear now, kissing her cheek. Then he kissed her mouth and Alice was surprised to find that her previous resistance had disappeared completely. She sucked ravenously at his tongue and opened her mouth completely. Her teeth were bared like an animal's as she groaned into his caress and pumped her slim hips to the rhythm of his jabbing finger.
"Ohh, yessss!"
"You like it, don't you?"
"Yessss! I love it!" The words seemed to spring out of her without her really wanting to say them. But they felt good on her tongue. Only Lee's teeth nibbling her there felt any better. She let him bite her lips then and her spread fingers explored down his sun-warmed back. He was easing his leg over one of hers, easing his body up onto hers.
Again she felt the fear from deep inside her mind.
"Lee! Stop now. Please stop. Oh, God, if you don't stop I'll-"
"Shhhh." He kissed her other tit now and she gave a trembling sigh and twisted with passion. She was digging herself down into the sand. It was cooler below the surface. From behind them she could hear the waves lapping on the shore. She thought of the house suddenly.
"What if someone is watching us?"
"Are you kidding? It's almost a mile back to the house."
"But-" Lee's kiss smothered her words and she sucked furiously at the tongue he speared between her teeth. He had said he wouldn't fuck her, hadn't he? Or did he say he couldn't? She didn't care. With that lovely finger pushing in and out, in and out! Oh, it was fantastic to have it done to her for a change! She began to wrap a leg up around the back of one of his and stopped herself. How had Lee gotten his thigh between hers? She felt the fear but quickly lost it again as Lee's thumb brushed her clit as he speared the middle finger deeper. The sucky sound of her juices and dripping folds only seemed to make her sexier.
"Lee, you'd better not get on top of me. I feel so funny. I don't know what's happening!"
In reply, Lee just took her wrist again and made her touch his cock like before. She grasped it with more urgency now. Why did it feel so hot and good in her palm? She squeezed it and let her thumb rub up under the lobes at the bottom of the tip. Lee gave a grunt of pleasure and kissed her neck like a vampire. She rubbed his cock tip again, curious and excited as to her cousin's reaction.
"Damn, do it some more Alice," he groaned, lifting his belly up from hers to give her room to move. She let her clasping finger move the skin along his shaft. It slipped up and down easily over the rigidity underneath. Every time she brought her fingers up against his smoldering glans, Lee seemed to go a little crazy. Now he was pumping his hips, pushing his cock in and out of the circle her fingers formed. She had the distinct impression that he was pretending that her fingers were really her pussy. She felt a hot tingle flow over her skin as this thought sank in. At the same time she wondered for the first time how it might feel to have her cousin's cock inside her. No, it was almost too fantastic to think about. He was so big! He had to be almost seven inches long and so thick! Her poor little pussy felt stretched with just his middle finger inside it.
"Alice, I want you so bad!"
"Want me?"
"God, yes! Don't you want me?"
"I, I guess I don't know what I want. I'm just afraid that someone is going to see us or something."
"No one is going to see us."
"You feel so hard. And I'm afraid. Ohhh, Lee, we'd better get back to-"
"God, Alice, God!"
She knew now that her cousin was really getting hot. His cock had grown even larger in her grasp. And the more she moved the skin up and down the shaft, the stranger his reactions became. He was covering her shoulders and neck with hot kisses. He would lower his body against hers for a moment and pump his cock up and down her belly. But she couldn't move her fingers on his cock that way so he would lift himself again to let her.
She wanted to stop. But when she made the slightest hint that she might, Lee seemed about to have a fit. And he wasn't finger-fucking her anymore. He'd stopped completely.
"God, don't stop now!"
"Oh, Lee, get up."
It was then that her cousin scared her, really scared her. He grabbed her wrists and pinned them back against the sand beside her head. His cock slipped down her belly and she could feel the hot pulse of it as Lee let the tip mingle in the blonde, damp curls that covered her cunt. She tried to close her thighs but he had firmly wedged his own legs between them and she was open, vulnerable. She knew that he really wanted to bury that hot, hard thing between her cunt lips and she wasn't sure she could do anything about it. She only knew that it would never fit! It would kill her first.
"Alice, Alice!"
"Don't fuck me, Lee!"
"I want to so bad!"
"Ohhh, Lee! Goddamn, you couldn't do it! It's too little. And anyway, what if I got-"
"Ohh, Alice. Honey. Uhhhhhh!"
His cocktip had pressed between her outer lips easily. She was so juicy and slick down there that his glans went against her crevice, mashing her clit down flat. The pressure was thrilling. She couldn't seem to concentrate on fighting her cousin. He pushed again and another surge of pure pleasure rocked through her. Then his cocktip swelled hotter like it might explode.
Lee let go one of her wrists so he could grab his shaft to guide it to her hole. She beat against his back and whimpered but knew that he could do what he wanted to now. Her ass lurched and danced in the sand as he found the tiny opening where his middle finger had been tantalizing her. Alice was so scared that now she was beginning to cry. And yet the force of that swollen cockhead against her smoldering pussy was getting to her. It was such a new feeling, such a strange one. The more she squirmed the more the spongy thing rubbed.
"Uhhh! Ohhhh!"
"Alice!"
He was trying to sink his cock inside her! She held her breath, feeling the tight membrane stretch and then tear. The pain scared her more than hurt. It was as if something that could never be replaced was being destroyed. But her cousin's cock wasn't going in all that fast. As she wriggled and moaned under the weight of his body she could feel that only the smooth dome of his tip was inside. The flared ridge of his glans just wouldn't quite fit. But the friction! It was taking her breath away. Though only a tiny fraction of Lee's prick was pressing into her dripping hole, the idea of what fucking was like swept Alice away. She forgot her fear for the moment and rocked her hips wildly to feel the rubbing better. That was when Lee stiffened in her arms and growled deep in his throat.
It was instinct more than anything else that caused Alice to pitch her body around and try and roll out from under her cousin. She didn't quite make it. He had a good grip on her waist and one of his legs caught between both hers. But his cock had popped out of the small stretched opening it had made between her blood-hot labia. She felt it flop up against her abdomen. Lee moaned again and drove his hips wildly. A spurt of something hot licked up across her navel. Lee rose a little from her body and a spattering of hot jizz bathed the undersides of her big tits. Alice gave a cry of surprise and her eyes fluttered. She knew what was happening. It had been awful close, too. If Lee had popped his balls while his cocktip had been nestled hard against her tiny hole she could easily have gotten pregnant. The mere thought of how complicated such an accident might be made her shiver.
"You're hurting me Lee! You're so damned heavy."
"Alice, Alice it's so good!" He held her all the tighter and pumped his cock up and down her tummy. The hot slick cum that frothed out was making her flesh slippery. His cock slid easily in the mess and more jizz spurted each time he shoved his hips up. The hot shape of her cousin's prick was having an effect on Alice. She was repelled and excited by what was happening. Repelled because it all felt so messy, so sticky slick. But the sharp aroma of his jizz fascinated her. She had never seen a man's stuff before and as he wiggled and fucked his cock up and down her tummy she sneaked a finger down to scoop up some of the potent cream.
When Lee rolled off at last she turned to gaze at the translucent droplet hanging from her fingertip.
It had a mysterious consistency and was very, very slimy between her fingers. She sniffed the milky curds and though the scent was overpowering, she put it back to her nostrils a second time. Alice didn't fully understand why at last she wiped the still-warm jizz across her upper Up so the musky perfume would dry there on her perspiring skin.
"Look, I didn't plan all this," Lee said. He was sitting there in the sand, the sun sparkling off the water in his hair. They'd had a short swim to cool off and Lee had tried to hold her again. Alice didn't want any part of it now. She felt all tight inside. As if she'd been pumped up for some lovely surprise and then tied with chains. Her pussy was throbbing as if she'd never had any kind of relief in her whole life. She'd finally gotten used to being naked with her cousin. In fact she was almost enjoying the naughtiness of sitting cross-legged in the sand before him.
She was glad her pussy had stopped bleeding. There'd been a smear of blood on her thigh when she'd gone back into the water. That was gone now and her blonde cunt hair fluffed out innocently, hiding whatever small wound the tip of her cousin's cock had caused. She had the most powerful desire to search with a finger to see what Lee had done. She knew that her hymen had been torn a little. But she knew too that she was still very, very tight. The head of his cock had never really entered her body. Thank God for that. Lee smiled.
"Well?" Lee said.
"Well what?"
"Do you want to try again?"
"Lee, you're impossible." She pretended to be bored. She wasn't really. She could hardly keep her eyes off his cock. It had grown large again. The head was a dark purple. She was fascinated by the shape, the texture of his flesh there. She pretended to yawn and stretch. The yawn turned into a real one. She felt somewhat nervous about the whole thing. But the sun did feel wonderful on her back and shoulders.
"Alice, I really didn't know." He stopped, shrugged, tried to say something else.
"Really, Lee, don't you think this is pretty ridiculous." She shrugged too. "You're my cousin after all. And you are a little young to be dating me even if we weren't related."
"Who said anything about dating?"
Alice was always a little behind her cousin's sharp comebacks. She gave him a frown and stood up suddenly. She was still trembling with the passion that had not been tapped. The passion that seemed to boil inside her constantly now. She brushed sand from her bottom and started towards the water.
"I think I'd better go put my bikini back on. I shouldn't have come out here with you in the first place."
"Wait! Alice, wait!"
She heard him splashing into the cool waves behind her. She could see the floating dock halfway between the island and the big house with its manicured lawns and tidy orchard.
"Are you sure you can make it?" Lee asked, swimming close by. Alice didn't bother to reply. Though her energies had been played with there in the sand of the island beach, she felt that she wouldn't have any trouble getting back to the platform. She tried to forget about what had happened, tried to concentrate only on how the water felt rushing over her flesh. Damned smart-aleck cousin anyway. What did he know about sex? Probably not much more than she did. Which wasn't much, Alice decided. She swam slowly, conserving her strength.
By the time Alice reached the platform, she'd dreamed up a little plan for entertainment. It included Mitch. He was photographing her. In the nude. It was very erotic to hear the shutter go off, to see her uncle's pleasure at making another picture. She was about to pull herself up onto the wooden surface when Lee came up behind her and pressed his nakedness against her back. His rigid cock pressed into the cleavage of her ass cheeks and the sudden contact of his warm, wet skin made her cry out.
"Lee, quit it!" She shoved him back with her foot and dragged herself up on the dock. She had already gotten her bikini on by the time he pulled himself out of the lake. She gave him another angry glance and dove off the other side. Damned cousin anyhow! She wanted to get back to the house so she could go to her room and look. Look at herself in a mirror.. She wanted to see exactly what Lee had done. Just the thought of holding her pussy open for inspection gave her a rush. She put her face down and swam harder.
CHAPTER TWO
Margaret turned off the shower and threw her thickest towel around her body. When she padded back into the bedroom, Mitch had awakened. She went past the bed pretending not to see him. At the window she let the towel fall far enough to expose the graceful curve of her ass. For thirty-nine, Margaret knew she had a super body. It was long and white and unblemished with fat or creases. Well, there were a few. A stretch mark or two from having carried their children. She'd been so young when Mitch had impregnated her that first time. It was strange having a daughter only eighteen years younger than she was. Betty was more like a contemporary than an offspring. Lee was still just a kid though. She'd drawn the line after her second child. She hadn't wanted to see her body used up for childbearing. As if Mitch gave a damn. All he wanted to do was pump her full of cream. And he knew she couldn't use the pill.
She turned suddenly and saw him close his eyes. Yes, he was looking at her. She liked being wanted. She loved sex, too. But there had been a void between her and her husband. It was his attitude as much as anything. His feeling that she was his for the taking. Anytime, anywhere almost. Mitch had even tried to talk her into a quick lay in one of the changing booths at the boutique. The boutique- another rift between them. Margaret loved her little store. The rustle of fresh, new dresses. The happy smiles of young girls adorning themselves in the bright cheery booths to step out and twirl before the mirrors. Mitch hated the place. He saw it only as a tax write-off, a folly that entertained his bored wife. If only he knew what really bored her!
She thought of their last fuck as she sauntered back across the room. She stopped by the dresser and dug for a fresh pair of panties. She heard a rustling in the bed, knew that Mitch was looking at her white ass cheeks. She pinched them in instinctively. The last fuck had been much like the ones before. Mitch was the kind of man who could not restrain his passions. She was the weak partner in his fantasies, the one to be abducted or forced or raped. Yes, raped. It was the first time she'd thought of it like that. But that was exactly what Mitch really craved. He wanted to overpower the woman. He wanted to shove her full of his cock and then spurt quickly while she still squirmed in fear and shock. Margaret had not reached orgasm with her husband in more than three years. Oddly enough, she thought of him as a desirable, sexy man. But his idea of how a woman should behave while under a man's body was archaic.
"Hey, you look good today," Mitch said suddenly. Margaret had been about to step into her panties. She paused, turned to look at him. He was on his back, the sheet thrown away from his nakedness. He had an enormous erection. And though Margaret had tried to remain aloof to his charms, she felt the familiar surge of blood between the lips of her pussy. She felt the tingle of want deep inside her hungry body. Why did she keep wanting him. He was such a god damned lousy lover. For a month she'd resisted letting him even so much as touch her. Because she knew that it would only lead to frustration and anger and tears. There was nothing worse than almost coming. And Mitch was an expert at doing that to her. He seemed almost to sense when she was about to scream in utter ecstasy. And then he'd grunt and grab her viciously and grind out his own hot semen.
"Marge," he whispered, licking his lips, "don't you think it's about time you got a little action?"
"Who from?" she said, trying hard to keep her voice even. "I sure don't get much from you."
"You're the one who has been holding out."
"I get tired of letting you fill me with cream. It's like playing Russian roulette."
"Aw, come on, I wore a rubber last time."
Margaret started to put her panties on again. "You took it off, though, remember? You said it cunt down on the sensation too much. She hated him for that selfish streak. Always thinking about his own pleasure.
"You must be pretty horny by now," he said again. His hand went to his crotch and Margaret gasped as she watched him stroke his cock. It bulged with blood, the head swollen and dark. Mitch had an absolutely lovely cock. It was close to eight inches long and as thick as a bat across the head. She'd had it in every orifice of her body and knew the wonderful pounding heat of it. As long as it lasted, anyway. She was trying to put on her panties. But she couldn't keep her eyes off that thing.
"Mitch, I think you're a pervert." She hoped that the words would close it all off, make him mad, break the mood. But even as she said them, she felt her passion rise. Was she willing to let him rut against her again? Was she willing to let him fuck her just so she could climb tantalizingly close to climax and then lose it, fall spinning into a gloomy depression which would last the day?
"You love perverts," he smiled, stroking his cock more. It was absolutely huge now! She licked her lips. Mitch grinned broadly. "Come on over here and get it baby," he dared. Margaret gave him a defeated look.
"Mitch, damn it."
"You want this thing sliding up between your thighs. Look at you. You're about to drool." He quickened the movement of his fingers up and down his shaft. Yes, Margaret thought, that's it. Get yourself so hot that you'll pop as soon as you stick it in. That's just lovely. Just wonderful.
"Mitch," she said again, "could I do it my way this time?" She was surprised she'd even bothered to ask. Mitch was stubborn when it came to sex. He was pretty unimaginative too.
"What do you mean?"
"Can I be on top?"
"I don't know. What's so great about being on top?"
"You seem to think it's pretty great. That's where you always are."
Mitch quit playing with himself. He put his hands behind his head and gave her a look that said she was a little weird.
"Okay baby, have a ball."
Margaret didn't want him to see how her hands were trembling as she climbed onto the bed. The juice had started to flow from her pussy now. God was she hot! It was streaking down the inside of one thigh she was so eager to have that prick pushed inside her. She smoothed her palms over her husband's thighs and belly. Yes, he was a beast but she loved his maleness. Loved it abstractly. He was a machine that had the potential of bringing her great pleasure. She was probably a fool for hoping that he ever would. But then maybe this would be that time. Like before they married, when she came whenever Mitch fucked her tight pussy.
"Just let me," she breathed, holding his shaft firmly between her thumb and first finger. She straddled him and leaned down to let her firm breasts dangle against his chest. The slick noise of her labia opening made her shiver. Mitch put his hands on her shoulders and began to rub her slowly. She squatted more, let her stretched pussy ease back against the head of his cock. It was feverish with blood and she guided it up and down her crevice, covering it with her juice. The lips inside were parted now, her hole tightening and loosening with hungry spasms. She was so tired of that damned vibrator. This was a real cock in her hand now. Mitch's cock. Her husband's cock. She felt the slip of the head as it went in past the circle of muscles that controlled her opening. Her lips parted with excitement. "Ohhhhhhhhh."
"Damn you're hot," Mitch sighed, his cock jumping as her soft insides surrounded it. She stopped, wanting to enjoy it slowly, wanting to draw the pleasure out. Mitch grabbed her ass and tried to force himself up and in. He wanted it all at once. Damn him! Why couldn't he let her enjoy herself for once?
"Mitch, let me."
"God, baby, you've been holding out on me so long." He dug his fingers into the soft meat of her bottom and fucked upwards from the bed. Margaret pulled up, trying to keep only the head of his prick inside. She succeeded only partly. He was so strong, so eager to have her his way.
"Uhhhh, Mitch!"
"Margaret, roll over baby. Let me get you good!"
"Nooooo!"
"Come on, I want to really give you a good fucking."
"Mitch, please."
She straddled her knees wider to keep him from rolling her over. Her pussy was flooding juice now. She could feel the smears wetting the rest of Mitch's shaft even though he hadn't had it really inside her yet. His cocktip swelled and throbbed in the grasp of her hot hole. She wanted to feel it going in inch by lovely inch. She didn't want to be raped.
She kissed her husband's chest, wanting him to enjoy what she was doing. She found a nipple and edged her teeth around it. Mitch closed his eyes and moaned. His cock thumped harder in her smoldering hole. She wiggled her curvy hips and sank down another inch. The sound of her clasping lips around his shaft made her whimper with lust. Her clit had bulged from its hood. She let her little finger stray down through the dark curls of her pubes to rub the hot nub of joy. Her insides closed around Mitch's big cock and she gave a jerky plunge with her hips, skewering herself another inch and then another. It was wonderful! It was going to do just what she wanted. It was going to make her come. A screaming, furious come that would bring that longed-for satisfaction at last.
"Damn, Margaret, go faster. I can't take that teasing."
"Oh, it does feel good to you doesn't it darling?" She kissed his mouth, his chin, his cheek. "Sure, but Jesus!"
"Be patient. Can't I take my time this once?" "Margaret!" He clutched frantically at her ass and drove the rest of his thick cock into her body. It went in with a wet smack of penetration. She wiggled, caught on the spear as Mitch thrust, holding her down on himself. The rub of her clit against his body felt good. She concentrated on that pinpoint of itchy pleasure and tried to enlarge it. Yes, she was feeling the tingling throb of something deep inside. Her body glowed with passion. Her nipples were darker even than they usually were. Her dark hair swayed over Mitch's face as she closed her eyes and bit her bottom Hp.
"Whuuuuuhhhh! Mitch!"
"Damn you," he grunted, trying to throw her over onto her back. She resisted, knowing that if she could only just catch it, she'd explode into cries of ecstasy. If she could only catch that darting, tickling pleasure that was tantalizing her flushed pussy!
But she was too weak now to fight her husband and cling to that spark of excitement that burned around the base of her clit. She felt him roll her over, felt him shove her legs wide. Then he grabbed her wrists and bent them back over her head savagely. His big cock went so deep that the mouth of her womb ached with a sudden sharpness. Margaret cried out, felt the tingle of joy slipping away as her husband thrust brutally into her hot wound. He couldn't have fucked her more than four times when he gave a growl and bit the flesh of her shoulder like a starving wolf.
"Ohhh, Mitch. Uhhhhhhh! Ghhhuuuhhhh! Mitch! I'm so close!"
"Baby, baby," he groaned, his fingers hurting her flesh. She struggled, tried to get her arms loose. It was futile. She was the one on the bottom. The raped victim whose pleasure came second to her abductor. Already she felt the remaining bit of pleasure slipping from her grasp. Her clit was still tight and hot but seemed to hang in a limbo of tortured timelessness. And Mitch was coming. She could feel the surges through the base of his cock as his frothing cream filled her. It wasn't the most dangerous time of the month but it was dangerous enough. Margaret felt like crying. She was helpless to do anything about it now.
"Ohhh, yeah, baby!" He held her in his animal arms and fucked his cream into her pussy until she wanted to scream. Why did that final moment of pleasure always escape her. When Mitch was on top she wanted to sob with frustration. He changed whenever he rolled her over. He was horrible now, rutting her like she was just a hole he owned for his own pleasure.
"If you're through would you please get up?" she said, voice trembling. She didn't want to cry, didn't want him to know how hurt she felt. Hell, he wouldn't care anyway. He knew all along how she felt. He enjoyed it. Because she couldn't find pleasure only increased his own. She hated the lousy sonofabitch.
Mitch was on his knees now, his big cock dripping shimmering strings of jizz. She felt the stuff ooze from her pussy to wet the sheet. He gave her a glance and strode from the room quickly. She heard the water running in the bath, heard him humming. Margaret wondered about the women and drove the rest of his thick cock into her body. It went in with a wet smack of penetration. She wiggled, caught on the spear as Mitch thrust, holding her down on himself. The rub of her clit against his body felt good. She concentrated on that pinpoint of itchy pleasure and tried to enlarge it. Yes, she was feeling the tingling throb of something deep inside. Her body glowed with passion. Her nipples were darker even than they usually were. Her dark hair swayed over Mitch's face as she closed her eyes and bit her bottom hp.
"Whuuuuuhhhh! Mitch!"
"Damn you," he grunted, trying to throw her over onto her back. She resisted, knowing that if she could only just catch it, she'd explode into cries of ecstasy. If she could only catch that darting, tickling pleasure that was tantalizing her flushed pussy!
But she was too weak now to fight her husband and cling to that spark of excitement that burned around the base of her clit. She felt him roll her over, felt him shove her legs wide. Then he grabbed her wrists and bent them back over her head savagely. His big cock went so deep that the mouth of her womb ached with a sudden sharpness. Margaret cried out, felt the tingle of joy slipping away as her husband thrust brutally into her hot wound. He couldn't have fucked her more than four times when he gave a growl and bit the flesh of her shoulder like a starving wolf.
"Ohhh, Mitch. Ifluihhhhh! Ghhhuuuhhhh! Mitch! I'm so close!"
"Baby, baby," he groaned, his fingers hurting her flesh. She struggled, tried to get her arms loose. It was futile. She was the one on the bottom. The raped victim whose pleasure came second to her abductor. Already she felt the remaining bit of pleasure slipping from her grasp. Her clit was still tight and hot but seemed to hang in a limbo of tortured timelessness. And Mitch was coming. She could feel the surges through the base of his cock as his frothing cream filled her. It wasn't the most dangerous time of the month but it was dangerous enough. Margaret felt like crying. She was helpless to do anything about it now.
"Ohhh, yeah, baby!" He held her in his animal arms and fucked his cream into her pussy until she wanted to scream. Why did that final moment of pleasure always escape her. When Mitch was on top she wanted to sob with frustration. He changed whenever he rolled her over. He was horrible now, rutting her like she was just a hole he owned for his own pleasure.
"If you're through would you please get up?" she said, voice trembling. She didn't want to cry, didn't want him to know how hurt she felt. Hell, he wouldn't care anyway. He knew all along how she felt. He enjoyed it. Because she couldn't find pleasure only increased his own. She hated the lousy sonofabitch.
Mitch was on his knees now, his big cock dripping shimmering strings of jizz. She felt the stuff ooze from her pussy to wet the sheet. He gave her a glance and strode from the room quickly. She heard the water running in the bath, heard him humming. Margaret wondered about the women who carried little pistols. Pearl-handled pistols. She wondered if she would ever have the nerve to point one of those pretty little things at her husband and pull the trigger. It made her feel good just to imagine it. Though she knew she wasn't really a murderess. She wiped the tears from her eyes and swung her legs off the bed. She went to the closed door of the bathroom.
"Would you mind handing me that little plastic squeeze thing over by the sink," she called.
"What for?" Mitch called back.
"It's spermacide," she said, voice breaking. "I'd prefer not to have another child just now. That is if you don't mind." The door opened a crack and Mitch stuck the bottle at her.
"Hell, no, I always say that a woman's body belongs to her. It's your business what you do with it." The door closed again.
Margaret didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She went back across the room, put a towel on the bed, and sat on the mattress. There were two glossy streaks down her thighs. At least those little tadpoles wouldn't get in to make trouble. She fitted the long douche nozzle onto the bottle and eased it between her outer cunt lips. It slid into her pussy easily and she pushed it as deep as the neck would let her. There was a tingle of excitement as she accidentally brushed her clit. She pushed the nozzle in and out a few times, pretending she was still getting fucked. Then she squeezed the plastic as hard as she could and felt the liquid squirt against her soft insides. Only then did Margaret start to cry.
* * *
It was too early to start drinking. Margaret poured herself a drink anyway. She was alone except for Alice's brother, Billy. Mitch had taken Lee and Betty and the slender blonde into town to a movie. Margaret hadn't felt like going in to the boutique today. She felt like hell actually. She dropped a cube of ice into her whiskey and wondered why Billy had decided to stay home. Nice kid. Both of them. Well, there was a certain coyness about Alice that could irritate. But considering how her sister had raised the children, Margaret was astonished that they'd turned out at all. Billy was a little gentlemen. Most nineteen-year-olds were a little wild at best, criminally insane at worst. The only deviation she'd seen in Billy's behavior was a longing look he'd given to her own daughter. And Margaret certainly couldn't blame her nephew for a little honest lust. After all, Betty was a quite striking girl. But at twenty-one she was a little old for poor Billy. Margaret wasn't even sure if Betty had noticed her tall, blonde cousin.
Jingling her ice, Margaret crossed the living room and looked out the window towards the lake and the island beyond. She took a few swallows and waited for the alcohol to do its thing. She might take the boat out in the lake that afternoon. Or she might go for a swim. But then she burned so badly in the sun. In the back of her mind nestled the activity that she really wanted to engage in. It had to do with her vibrator. Tired as she was of using it for some kind of satisfaction it seemed to always come down to that. And she could make it as enjoyable as she knew how. Like running through the house naked, teasing herself with the thing until at last she would slump exhausted across the big divan and plunge the ivory shaft in and out. of her body until the shivering release of exploding passion filled her to overflowing. Margaret jingled her ice cubes, frowned. She'd forgotten about Billy for a moment. She couldn't very well go running through the house in her birthday suit with him on the premises.
But there was the privacy of her own room. She could strip down and enjoy herself for hours. She sipped more whiskey. Wasn't she really some kind of dope? Why didn't she have a lover in town? She was certainly attractive enough. And it would be so easy. But there was something about an affair. Margaret had shied away from the image of a frustrated wife looking for cheap thrills with some local stud. She wondered if it wouldn't eventually lead to something like she had at home. Men were so stuck on themselves. And she knew how some guy would feel taking care of her in the bed of a nameless motel out on the highway. He'd probably end up a worse bore than Mitch.
For no special reason her thoughts strayed to her nephew again. He was still in his room she thought. She put her whiskey glass down and walked idly around the room. She knew that soon she would go upstairs and close her bedroom door and undress slowly. Then she would use the vibrator. But it was fun drawing it out. Maybe she would do something different this time. The booze had loosened her up just enough to think unthinkable thoughts.
Margaret was thinking about asking Billy if he would like to share a drink with her. But that was ridiculous. The kid probably didn't even drink. But at nineteen he surely would have had some experience with alcohol, wouldn't he? She remembered their conversation of a few days before. Billy liked sports, liked cars, liked the usual things teenagers liked. He'd been to college two years and wanted to continue. She and Mitch would see to it that his education continued of course. But God she was getting a little worked up just remembering the way his blond hair curled over his collar and ears. The way he smiled. For a shocking few seconds Margaret found herself wondering what he looked like without his clothes.
"Jesus, I'd better pour myself another drink," she gasped, hurrying towards the liquor cabinet.
Her hand shook as she tilted the bottle. But she stopped before the amber liquid touched her glass. She was thinking that forbidden thought again. Billy's body. It would be lanky and muscular and very white. He had a light complexion like hers. And the hair around his cock would be blond and frizzy.
"I'd better get myself together," she hissed, pouring four lingers of whiskey and spilling two more on the counter. She drank half of it down quickly. But the booze only seemed to make things worse.
Margaret decided to go to her room. She was a little wobbly going upstairs but managed to get down the hall halfway before bumping a shoulder against the wall. It was then she noticed the door to her daughter's room ajar. Betty usually closed it whenever she wasn't around. Of course she may have forgotten. But Margaret paused anyway. Then she heard someone inside. A drawer closed, another opened. Margaret held her breath. It could only be Billy. What was her nephew doing in Betty's room? She eased up to the edge of the doorframe and leaned close.
She could see him standing in front of the dresser. Billy. His chest rose and fell as he gazed at the flimsy pink panties in his hands. Betty's panties. He rubbed the crotch-band lovingly and held the dainty things to his face. A flush of hot excitement jolted through Margaret's body. She leaned against the wall, her breasts aching to be touched. She touched one through her silk dress. Her own panties were sopping wet from her juices. She had a sudden rush of desire that made her tremble. She felt like crying. Or doing something crazy. She moved silently away from the door and went back down the hall to Billy's room. His bed was neatly made and there was a paperback novel turned face down on the pillow. She stood there, feeling the masculinity of his presence though she was alone. And then Margaret lifted the hem of her dress and hooked her thumbs over her satin panties. They came off over her ass in a way that made her moan.
"There. There they are," she gasped, holding the skimpy things up. The crotch was dark with sex butter. She arranged them neatly in the center of Billy's bed and stepped back. It was such a ridiculous thing to do! She reached out as if to snatch them back again but something made her stop. She was panting, her upper lip perspiring from excitement and frustrated desire. Before she could think of what to do, she turned and hurried out of her nephew's room and down the hall. She closed the door behind her and leaned against it. Her heart pounded. What would he think when he found those bright red undies there in the middle of his bed? Would he know they were hers? And why had she done such a ridiculous thing? She was drunk. Yes, that was it. She should hurry back and retrieve them. How absurd to even consider such a foolish thing. She felt suddenly very wicked, perverse.
"I've got to get them before he gets back to his room," she muttered, slipping into the hall again. She padded barefoot down the thick carpet and saw that the door was as she'd left it. She pushed into her nephew's room without hesitating and then stopped with a little cry of shock. Billy was standing by his bed, her red panties in his fingers. There was a small smear of something glossy on his nose. And Margaret knew at once that her nephew had only seconds before pushed her soppy panties against his face to sniff them.
"I-I-" She blushed, trembled with panic. Billy was blushing too. He looked at the panties and closed his fingers around them. From his other hand dangled the pink ones he'd taken from Betty's drawer. Only then did Margaret see that the boy had a hard-on. It pushed the front of his jeans out in a lump. She could even see the way the head was formed. His cock looked huge. But then how could she know.
Her eyes flicked back to his face again and she saw that he'd noticed her glance. He tried to smile but his embarrassment made the expression into something else. She touched her hair self-consciously. Then she walked straight over to him. She had to look up into his eyes. He was still trembling. Margaret felt the liquor hot in her veins. She put her long fingers up to touch his chin. Such a lovely, young chin. Her red nails dragged lightly across his temples. And then she curled them into the nape of his neck. Opening her lips slightly she put them softly against Billy's. He gave a little gasp of surprise as she tilted her head and let her body ride forward against his. She could feel the lump in his pants now. It was throbbing just like Mitch's cock did when he was hot.
"Aunt Margaret," Billy said finally when she moved her lips to his cheek. "God, Aunt Margaret!"
"If you call me Aunt Margaret again I'll never forgive you." She smiled to let him know she was only kidding. A raging desire raced through her. And close behind was the guilt and fear and shame of what she was doing.
Her nephew was shocked and confused, obviously embarrassed too. But he was aroused by her sudden show of affection. She longed for one of his hands to slide under her dress, slide up her thigh. And then she was running. Out of his room, anyway. God, how could she have done such a thing? What if Mitch found out? Or did she really give a damn if he found out or not? She was sobbing now, wanting a drink bad. She found the bottle and her glass and poured it half full. But the first sip turned her stomach. Her body was feverish and hungry. Her pussy was slippery with her juices and when she ran a hand under her dress to touch the naked spot she gave a lusty little groan.
"I wanted to grab him so bad," she muttered to herself. "What stopped me?"
She imagined her nephew with her panties in his room. What did a young man do with a pair of women's panties? Did he nuzzle and kiss them? Did he wrap them around his hard cock? Just the thought of such things made Margaret's cunt tingle. At last she could stand it no longer and hurried to her room. She noticed on her way down the hall that Billy was back in his own room, the door closed. But she couldn't stop to wonder what he might be doing. She had to get to her vibrator. She had to penetrate her body with the thing and shove it in and out while the buzzing, tickling sensation brought fresh blood to her clit.
She found it in the bottom of a drawer, fell back on her bed and yanked up the hem of her thin dress. Her lips opened easily as she worked the tip between the dainty folds and pressed it up and in. Then she turned the base of the device and her shoulders trembled as the waves of pleasure jolted through her. With her lips curled back from her teeth, Margaret began to slide the plastic cock into her vagina.
CHAPTER THREE
"Don't you think that Margaret should know?" Alice asked. The third beer had made her a little woozy. She wasn't used to drinking. Not in a bar. Mitch was sipping some kind of drink he'd ordered. The place was full of people and was pretty noisy. She'd thought that Betty and Lee would meet them there too but so far there'd been no sign of them. Mitch had taken off his glasses and was leaning close to her. She couldn't hear what he was saying for the noise. The band had started up again and people were clapping and hollering.
"What did you say?" she said back.
"I said you look like an angel."
Alice blushed. She'd felt a little on the defensive this afternoon when Mitch had taken them all to town. She'd almost been afraid to pull any of her teasing like she had ear her in the week. In fact she'd stayed pretty much to herself after that little incident Friday with Lee on the island in the lake. But Mitch wanted to celebrate some big real estate deal and had taken her and his own daughter and son to town.
Earlier in the day Alice had thought about taking the motor boat out to the island by herself to do a little nude sunbathing so all she had on was a halter top and a pair of white shorts. She felt strange sitting so close to Mitch without so much as a pair of panties on. The shorts didn't do much to make her feel dressed. And he kept looking down the front of the little halter. It was blue with white polka dots and her big tits pushed the front open something awful. She liked the comfortable way it felt and usually chose it when she was going to be alone. But in this crazy bar with Mitch hovering there by her she felt a little self-conscious. He'd been in such a hurry to leave for town that she hadn't had time to change.
"Seventeen is a good age," he said, slipping an arm around her shoulders.
"Why, Uncle Mitch?"
"Oh, lots of reasons." He looked down her cleavage again. Alice kept seeing Margaret's face whenever Mitch seemed to be admiring her charms. She couldn't help it. He was a married man, after all.
"Aren't Lee and Betty going to meet us here?"
"Maybe later," her uncle said in an off-handed way. He was wearing shorts, too, and she could see his strongly muscled legs, tan from tennis and swimming. The crotch of his shorts covered a bulging swell. She could almost imagine that thing inside his underwear all hot and tight with blood. She felt faint just thinking of how it would feel. Like Lee's cock had felt in her fingers. She hadn't bargained for so much experience packed into a few days. Her hot little hole seemed to pinch down and spasm with the excitement of rubbing against such masculinity as her uncle was exuding. He smelled good and looked good and was embarrassing her more every moment by his undisguised show of affection. What if someone knew he was her uncle? Or would they just think that he was giving her a friendly hug?
"What kind of perfume do you wear?" he asked, letting his lips come dangerously close to her face. She brushed fingers through her hair, exposing the ear nearest him for a moment.
"Nothing. Really, nothing at all."
"Goddamn. It must be youth." Mitch tightened his fingers against her arm. She could feel him feeling her, squeezing her lovingly. She was breathing faster. She'd had no experience with men putting their hands all over her. Just a few times it had happened and she hadn't known how to handle it any better than she was now. She tried to quiet her breathing but that only made it worse. She licked her lips and closed her eyes for a moment to regain composure. Mitch kissed her softly on the cheek.
"Mitch! God, you scared me."
"Just a little kiss." He smelled faintly of liquor. His beard had felt bristly and the rub of it had done something strange to her. Meanwhile Mitch's hand had slipped down her shoulder and under her arm. His fingers curled dangerously close to her left tit. Though the heavy orb wasn't really being touched at all, Alice felt a glowing sensation around the nipple. It was as if the anticipation was enough. She sucked a trembling breath and squeezed her beer glass harder. Then she took a big swallow and let the air out. Mitch's fingertips moved ever so slightly. He was still touching her ribcage now but if he kept sneaking closer to her tit Alice thought she might cry out. Her own uncle! What if someone there knew him? What if Aunt Margaret happened to stroll in?
"Have you thought about swimming with me some night?"
"I thought you said everybody would come along," she breathed, afraid to look in his eyes.
"Maybe that would be a drag. Maybe we could have more fun together."
Underneath her thin white shorts her pussy had swollen with blood and was leaking juice now. She couldn't understand why. Nothing was happening. Except that her uncle's fingers were slipping closer and closer to her bulging breast. And he kept putting his mouth close to her ear when he talked. And she was about to jump right out of the booth if he kept on. Now he was gazing at the expanse of naked tummy between her halter and her shorts. She was tan and flat-bellied there and her navel made a sexy little depression fringed with blonde down. Mitch seemed almost to be drooling as he looked. Then his fingers finally made it to her tit. They spread suddenly, cupping her mature swell gently but firmly. Then he squeezed ever so slowly and Alice let out all the air in her lungs.
"Mitch, I think we'd b-b-better be going."
"It's just getting dark," he said. "We'll go for a drive somewhere along the lakeshore."
"What about Margaret? Won't she be worried?" She was pretending to ignore his hand but it was getting harder. A fingertip grazed the thin material which hid her nipple. The brown lump swelled almost instantaneously against her uncle's touch. He sensed the change in her and lingered to massage the soft areola that surrounded the bulging nubbin. Alice shivered and pressed back in the booth. That was when she felt his other hand. It touched her right thigh and squeezed. Mitch had grabbed her so close to her crotch that the caress had caused the skin around her clit to be pulled tight. Alice gave a little whimper way down inside.
"Mitch!"
"Relax, sweetheart. You're too beautiful not to enjoy a little honest affection."
"Honest affection?" she squeaked, trying to look at him. Her eyes would hardly focus. Mitch rubbed her breast openly now. The bar seemed darker than before. No one was paying any attention to the back booth where her very own uncle was doing these terrible things. She struggled weakly in his embrace but his other hand slipped suddenly upwards and she felt one of his fingers go under the leg of her shorts. Almost immediately there was a pressure against one soppy lip of her pussy.
"Ohhhhhh!"
"Alice, you're fantastic. When you were talking to me the other day I just about lost my mind." Mitch was whispering fast, his lips against her ear. "You are the nicest thing that's come along in my whole life. I want you bad, honey. Awful bad."
"For God's sake, Mitch. You happen to be my-" Mitch had slipped his hand under her halter top so quickly that Alice forgot all that she'd been meaning to say. His hot fingers smoothed under and around the tingling swell of tit. Then he was pinching her nipple teasingly and Alice knew that the crotch of her shorts must be drenched. And so was her uncle's finger as it slid up and down her swollen outer lips. She could hear the squish as he pressed between them and dug the inner folds open.
"Yuuhhh," she groaned, letting her head fall back on his arms. Her thighs flopped open and she squirmed her ass around slowly on the seat. Mitch kissed through her hair, his lips fondling the lobe of her ear until she thought she might pass out. And the touch of his palm against her tit. She could see how he'd moved the halter top around so he could get under it. She might as well have been sitting there in the booth naked for all the good her clothes were doing her.
" Alice, God, you're fine."
"Mitch, don't. Nhhoooo! Please don't."
"Alice, honey, you've got to like it."
"Like it? I-I-" She stopped, swallowed hard. "We've got to go."
Mitch pushed his lips down her cheek until she had to kiss him. She'd never been kissed by anyone over eighteen before and the rub of his rough beard, the practiced way his tongue teased her lips open made Alice whine all the more. She moved into the kiss, working her head back and forth slowly as her uncle's tongue probed deep in her mouth. His finger worked up and down her dripping slit now, massaging the lump of her swollen clit. It pulsed with a steady rhythm, sending waves of pleasure through her body. She let a hand come up and circle his neck. She didn't want the kiss to end and yet she was afraid, ashamed, shocked past all reason.
"Oh, this is awful," she gasped trying to twist her face away. Mitch made her continue the kiss and she moaned and opened her mouth wider. Then he was sucking her own tongue between his teeth and touching her partly torn cherry with the tip of his middle finger. Alice panicked.
"Don't! Not there, Mitch!"
"What's wrong baby?"
"It's me. I'm a virgin. Well, kind of a virgin." He smiled and kept massaging the reddened hymen. "There's something wrong with me," she blurted finally.
"Listen .honey, there's nothing wrong with you. In fact I think you're damn near perfect."
"Not like that," she gasped, trying to hold his wrist. But the finger stroked up her clit again and then centered on that tiny tear where Lee had finger-fucked her. She licked her lips and tried to think straight.
"Don't worry baby, don't you think I know better than to hurt you?"
"But, but-"
Mitch kissed her face again and his finger pressed harder against the spot that still kept her innocent. She tried to pull her ass back in the booth but there was no place to go. Then Mitch was kissing her again, tonguing the roof of her mouth as his middle finger shoved harder. She felt her cunt spread to admit him to the first knuckle. The sliding friction brought a moan to her lips. Her breast was being petted, squeezed. Her chin was being kissed and so was her ear. She went limp in the-strong circle of her uncle's arms. His middle finger curled up and under and pressed so hard that she finally felt the pain. It was the biggest thing that had ever been pushed up into her body. And as it went in a devastating storm of pleasure seemed to cover her skin like molasses. She clicked her teeth together without really meaning to and then her uncle was kissing her chin once again as his middle finger went into her pussy to the hilt.
"Ohhh! Ohhhh, God, help me," she babbled, eyes fluttering closed. When she gave him her tongue to suck, he sucked it furiously. He pulled back his finger to plunge again and the muscle inside her squeezed down hard around it. She felt that she could hold a pencil she was so tiny and muscled at that particular spot. The amazement in Mitch's eyes told her that he was at last aware of her special feature.
"Goddamn, Alice, you're different." He tried to move his finger but she held it tight. Then when her tension drained away she felt the hardened circle open and once more her uncle's finger slid deep into her pussy.
"Nhhuuuhh," she gasped, head lolling against hi shoulder. "Ohhhh, ohhhh shit."
"Like it don't you?" he smiled, pulling back and shoving in again. The penetration was like a tiny bit of heaven had been speared into her body Alice twisted in the booth, her slim ass pinching as she worked herself back and forth on the stiff finger of her uncle. Even the smooth seat was she with her juices now.
"We can't keep doing this!"
"Why can't we?"
"It's wrong!"
"Sure it's wrong. Anything worth a shit is wrong." Mitch laughed throatily and his finger rammed deep. Alice trembled and arched her back Then she thrust her ass forward, her thighs spread wide under the table. The slick, sucky sound was incredibly exciting to hear as Mitch's finger came almost out of her body and speared deep again She gave a little growl, a noise she'd never made in her life, and began to pump her hips wildly. She knew she must be behaving like a whore! But the tickling pleasure was growing more intense by the moment and she couldn't seem to control herself anymore. She could say it was wrong but she couldn't possibly stop.
"You hot little mink," Mitch laughed, finger fucking her all the harder now. His mouth tease the sides of her face and his other hand squeezed and pinched her tumid nipple. She rubbed he body hard against him in the booth and whined with lust.
"Ohhhh, Uncle Mitch, ohhhhhhh!" '
"Just enjoy it honey, cause I sure am."
Alice was aware of something else now. Her uncle had taken her hand and was pulling it down close to his thigh. She didn't realize he'd taken his cock from his shorts until she felt the huge shape slide against her knuckles. She opened her eyes suddenly and looked around the smoky room. The music was going loud and off on the dance floor couples gyrated wildly. Nearby another couple hugged in the back of a booth. Nobody seemed to be paying any attention to anyone else at all. But she felt that surely someone must know. Know that her very own uncle was taking indecent liberties with her body!
"Whhuhhh."
"Sure, honey, sure. Just enjoy it, enjoy it." He made her squeeze his cock. The size of it was enormous. Though she couldn't see it, she knew it was the biggest one she'd ever touched. But then it was only the second, wasn't it?
"Mitch, ohhh, uhhhhh!"
"You're so tight, so hot!" He moaned himself as she tightened her fingers around his shaft in reflex to the sudden jab of his finger again. Her juices smacked loudly as he finger-fucked her with slow, steady movements again, then speeded up to start her hips bucking on the booth cushion.
"Ahhhh, ohhhhh, goddamn!"
As her uncle rubbed her, his thumb brushed her clit each time. Her body was burning, ready to explode. She couldn't see straight anymore and her breath burst from her lungs in labored pants of passion. She was so excited that she started to jerk his cock with frantic movements. She wasn't thinking one way or the other about her uncle's pleasure. It was just something to take out her tension on. Something to grab and pull. Something sexy to hold onto as her body climbed turbulently towards paradise.
"That's it honey. Goddamn, that's it!"
"Mitch, ohhhhh, Mitch, stop now! Please stop!"
"You really want me to?"
"Yessssss!"
Mitch stopped pushing his finger in and out of her body. A shiver of shock blasted through her. Viciously she clung to his rigid, throbbing cock. She bared her teeth and growled like a wildcat. She tugged at his prick, her fingers strangling the head until it felt ready to burst blood all over the place. Mitch grunted deep in his throat and watched her. Alice couldn't keep her ass still any longer. With her free hand she found her uncle's wrist and tried to make him start finger-fucking her again. But he just smiled and watched her suffer as the long seconds slipped by.
"Tell me when you want it again," he breathed, mouth against her cheek. She gave a cry and worked the skin up and down his cock like she wanted to tear it off.
"Ohhhh, damn! Do it! Do it to me! I'm begging you now! Do it!"
The in and out movement of her uncle's finger came like a delirious rush into heaven. She rocked her hips on the seat of the booth and felt her muscles tightening down convulsively around his knuckles. Mitch's face looked suddenly slack and she realized that she'd been doing almost brutal things to his hard cock. But she couldn't think about much of anything now as her body climbed the last few inches into a boiling storm of pleasure. She was coming. Her thigh muscles bulged out as she crumpled forward and pressed her forehead against the table. In and out Mitch's finger went. In and out until she thought she would scream.
Her whole body tingled. Her pussy itched with a sensation that wasn't really an itch at all. It was every bit of pleasure she'd ever dreamed about. And then the pleasure exploded like someone was pulling the trigger of a gun over and over. The jabs of frenzied lust made her drool as she continued to yank and strangle her uncle's cock under the table. It erupted suddenly, spraying hot, white jizz against her legs. She felt the thick dribbles pouring down over her knuckles as she came whimpering. The table lurched as the two of them peaked together. Hot jizz was still spattering her arms, her thighs. It seemed that Mitch was spurting a quart of the pungent stuff out of his balls, "Ohhhhhh, Uncle Mitch, I never felt anything l-l-like this in my l-l-life!"
All her uncle could do was groan back something she didn't understand. Like how much he wanted to fuck her. The words hadn't really soaked in. Because her ecstasy was too intense to allow for any other inputs. She just leaned back in the cradle of his arms and twitched and squirmed until at last the squeezing, fluttery tickle at her cunt had died away. Then there was a delicious afterglow of well being. She gave a cry when Mitch eased his finger out of her pussy. Her muscles tightened as if to keep him there. Only then did she realize she still had a firm grasp of his cock. It was wilting over, the cum still leaking from the tip. She had an almost insatiable desire to peek under the table to see what it looked like. But it was so dark in the bar she probably wouldn't have been able to see it anyway.
It was Uncle Mitch who helped her clean up. He dabbed the cum from her with a beer-dampened napkin and cleaned up himself as well as he could. But as they went out of the bar, Alice couldn't even look up. She was feeling intense shock and shame again now that the pleasure had been realized. She just knew that everyone was pointing at her, laughing. And yet when she looked back at the doorway, no one seemed to even notice her presence. Except one man in a cowboy hat who was leering at her long legs.
Mitch guided her out to the parking lot and into the front seat of his Cadillac.
"Alice, I want you to know how I feel about you honey."
"What could you think of me after that?" She couldn't look at him.
"I think you're a remarkable girl. Innocent. Not afraid to let her body take her on a trip."
"Some trip," she sighed. "Doing that in front of all those people."
"It wasn't in front of them," Mitch laughed. He started up the engine. "What we should do now is go somewhere and finish what we started."
"Mitch, I don't want to talk about it anymore. I just think we'd better get home." She scratched at a spot of cum that was hardening on her shorts. "Where did Lee and Betty ever go to?"
"They mentioned something about driving down to the movie in Groveland." Mitch's eyes looked at her with suspicion in the green glow from his dash. "How come I had such a hard time getting Lee to go with his sister?" Alice felt her neck hair rise.
"How should I know?"
"He sure seemed to want to hang around with you."
"I've talked to him before," Alice said, "that's all."
Mitch laughed good naturedly. "I couldn't blame you for getting along pretty tight with my son. He's a good-looking kid."
"I'm really embarrassed talking about all this," Alice snapped back. "I mean, I'm just supposed to be living with you all. I didn't come out here to start-"
"You didn't start anything. I started it. And I think more of you for going along with it." Mitch backed out and pulled onto the highway. She was relieved to see that he was heading back to the house. But with the lights of town behind them she grew uneasy again. Mitch was holding her hand as he drove. Then he pulled her over against him. She decided to let him hold her to keep from starting anything.
"I'd like to really take you on a pleasure trip," he said, rubbing her breast as he drove. Alice didn't want him to get intimate again but when he eased the edge of her halter top down so he could rub her nipple, she let him. As exhausted as she was from her recent come, the gentle friction felt good. She relaxed some and leaned against the warmth of her uncle's body. "I'd like to eat you alive," he sighed. "You know what I'm talking about, don't you?"
"I-I think so." She blushed in the darkness of the car. Of course she knew what he was talking about. She'd heard stories from friends. Made up stories, she thought. About how some men liked to do things like that to women. They put their mouths against the girl where her pussy was. Alice wasn't sure what happened then. But the idea of something soft and wet like a man's tongue sliding against her pussy made her tremble. Mitch felt the tremble.
"Wouldn't you like to feel my tongue going into your hole?"
"Uncle Mitch, please don't talk about that." She tried to pull away from him but he kept her trapped against his side.
"I could do it real slow. I could lick the edges of your pussy until you cried and squirmed on the bed. I'd have your thighs spread apart so that you were all peeled open like some gorgeous flower. God, I'll bet your pussy is something to look at."
Her uncle's words were making her hot again. But they were disturbing her too. She squirmed in the deep cushions of the Cadillac.
"I love a girl who doesn't wear panties," he went on.
"Usually I do," she said quickly.
"But tonight you knew you were going somewhere with your good old Uncle Mitch," he laughed. She saw that he was still a little drunk.
"That's not true. I mean I-" He slowed the car and pulled her face up to kiss. "Mitch, watch where you're going!"
She sat back and looked out the side window and listened to the smooth hum of the big car, the wind at the windows. Mitch let her alone for the rest of the way. When they pulled into the tree-lined drive of the house, Alice could see the moon glinting off the water of the lake. She was already trying to think of what to say in case she ran into Margaret. She felt like a criminal sneaking in after a successful crime.
"Don't worry about anything," Mitch said, reading her mind. "Margaret wouldn't suspect you of anything."
"I think I'll just go right to bed," she said, leaping from the car almost before it stopped. Mitch reached after her but she jogged up the lawn and into the kitchen entrance. She saw Lee's car parked at the side of the house. He was in the kitchen fixing a sandwich as she hurried through.
"Hey, how's it going Alice?" he smiled. He was shirtless and barefoot. She could see the familiar lines of his belly, the few sprigs of cock hair that curled up from under his belt.
"Good night."
"Want to watch some television?" he asked, coming towards her. "There's a good movie on." "No thanks, I'm pretty wasted." Alice went up the steps two at a time. She wondered what Lee had in mind. She knew it would be something besides television before the night was over. That's why she wanted to get to the safety of her bedroom. She locked the door behind her and stripped off her clothes. She was marked with the hot cum that had spurted from her uncle's cock.
"How could I have done such a thing?" she asked herself. She ran a bath and got in. The water had a soothing effect and she tried not to think of what had happened in the darkened booth with her uncle. It was almost unbelievable. It was incest. It was everything wrong and nothing right. But the memory did other things to her too. She was tingling with the thought of the way his cock had felt as the jizz had fountained from the tip. She hadn't thought about it much but remembered how it had jerked in her palm. She'd felt the thick curds forcing up through that tube. She soaped a rag quickly and ran it across her big breasts as if to wipe away her guilt.
"Oh, God, it felt good to have him touching me," she moaned as she washed her pussy as quickly and lightly as she could. Alice was afraid that too much touching would make her want to play with herself again. She used the towel roughly as she dried. She wanted to stop thinking, thinking, thinking. But it was no use. She couldn't resist having a look at what had been done to her body. She found the hand mirror and closed the lid of the toilet so she could sit down. Then she parted her freshly bathed thighs and held the mirror down as she pried the still swollen labia apart. She could see her clit and the reddened surrounding flesh.
"Wow!" She blinked and stared harder. "There sure is a little hole there now. It's bigger than it ever was when I used to finger-fuck myself."
It was awful to be doing things like this, but Alice licked her thumb thoroughly and pressed it down between her inner lips. Her thumb was about the same size as Uncle Mitch's middle finger. She pressed against the stretched opening in her hymen and watched her digit slip out of sight. It went in with a smooth sucking noise and the shivery glow of pleasure came within seconds. It was good, but not as good as when Mitch had done it.
"Mmmmmmmmm," she sighed, closing her eyes. "Mitch, do it some more!" She pulled her thumb out and pushed it in again. But the bathroom was so bright. And the toilet was so hard and cold. She washed her thumb in the basin and padded into her room to find a nightie. She chose a shortie gown and just left the bottoms in her drawer. She knew that as soon as the lights were off she'd have to touch herself. So why pretend otherwise. She gave one last glance at her blonde hair and pert, upturned nose and jumped in bed.
In the darkness her thoughts tumbled one over the other. She imagined what Mitch's cock looked like. She remembered the hot sap flooding down over that head. That knobbed, blood-heated head. God, to have something like that up inside her! She shook these thoughts away and eased a finger down her belly until she could hook it under her mound. The downy curls parted and she began to gently massage her clit.
"Uhhh. Yuhhhh," she groaned, pumping her ass up and down on the mattress. Her legs parted and she pointed and spread her toes apart as she worked herself up into a slick lather. "Ohhhh, why does it feel so good? Why?"
CHAPTER FOUR
Though Betty had somehow kept her personal life very private, she wondered how long she could hide the maddening lust she felt for her cousin, Billy Mathews. Since Billy and his sister had come to stay with them, Betty had been in a state of high nervousness. She'd pretended to be aloof from anything so base as desire for her younger cousin. After all she'd been to college, she'd been in the Peace Corps for a couple of years. She'd moved in larger circles, done grander things. Billy was just a kid really. Well, he was nineteen. Not exactly a kid. And by the way his jeans fit him, he wasn't built like a kid either.
"Damn," she breathed to herself. She'd awakened late on this Saturday morning and sensed that the house was empty. She remembered that her folks had planned to go the short distance into town for some shipping and had recalled also that her cousin Alice was going too. Betty's brother Lee would be down at the lake most likely. And Billy would probably be with him. That meant she could do some thorough detective work without being disturbed.
As she brushed out her red hair before the mirror, Betty frowned at her reflection. She was standing there with only a pair of skimpy panties on to cover the red thatch of cunt hair that warmed the plump lips of her pussy. She'd never really been worried about her body before Alice had appeared on the scene. Alice was such a little fool. So coy and teasing and self-conscious. Betty guessed that she didn't know the first thing about fucking. But she had a model's figure. That was more than Betty had inherited.
Her figure was shorter, thicker than Alice's. She had full, firm thighs and a curvy bottom that jutted out sharply from the sweeping line her back made. Her hips were wide and feminine. They looked wider than they really were because of her tiny waist. The rest of her was good enough, she guessed. She had medium-sized tits that seemed larger because they were so firm and high on her chest. Her face was what many of her dates called striking. It was on the pretty side of plain. But more than her freckles or big, green eyes or wide mouth was the fact that she had a sexy face. A sensual face. Some dates had been more frank. She had the kind of face that seemed to say she wanted to screw. Betty could only agree with that assessment.
She'd become sexually active at twelve years old. Which meant she'd had her first fuck then. A seventeen-year-old boy had been mowing her father's lawn. Since they lived well apart from any neighbors, Betty had started sunbathing at a young age. She could remember the sun-warmed blanket and the boy asking her if she'd like him to rub oil on her back. Of course she'd wanted him to do it. And the touch of his fingers sliding on her skin had started up fires that still raged in her body. The boy had finally rolled her over and penetrated her without even taking off her bikini. Betty had not so much as squealed in protest. She'd watched him with wide, interested eyes and been amazed at the feeling of his stiff, slender cock as it easily ruptured her hymen. That poor little cherry had been pretty finger worn by the time her first lover had gotten to it though. The rapture of that first fuck still lingered with her and she felt a flood of moisture as she continued to brush her hair.
"I'm not really too big in the ass," she said, turning her profile, then her back to the mirror. And she wasn't. Her ass was curvaceous and inviting looking. A lot more inviting than Alice's boyish frame. At least that's what Betty thought. And she'd never been hurting for boy friends. But they came and went pretty quickly. It seemed that in the beginning they were always turned on by her voracious appetite for the sensual. But after a month or so they began to wear out. Betty had never met anyone who could keep up with her. She would have it morning, noon and night if possible. And when she started calling on a boy to get a little action before daybreak, the romance usually withered pretty fast. She couldn't help it if she was aggressive. When she got that feeling, she just had to act. And this morning she had that feeling worse than ever. After taking care of her little investigation, she meant to drive to town and look up an old beau. He was married, but if she played her cards right she could catch him at the right moment.
"But first I'm going to see if I'm right about something," she said aloud. She cupped each of her breasts, felt another rush of slickness pour from her crevice. Then she padded out of her room barefooted and went down the hall to her cousin's room.
Billy wasn't much neater than his sister. There were open magazines strewn around and a baseball mitt tossed on the floor. His bed was unmade and Betty couldn't resist pulling down the sheet to see if he was like every other guy in the world. There was a spot which was stiff when she scratched it with a nail. Billy's shorts lay nearby and when she picked them up they were stiff too. Then she saw the picture sticking out of a closed book. Her heart did a few seconds of double-time when she opened the pages and looked at the photo glossy photograph inside. It was a picture of her.
"Wow. Ohhh, wow!" She swallowed hard and felt her panties get even more soppy than they already were. She'd forgotten that Billy was an amateur photographer of sorts. And he obviously owned a telephoto lens. The snapshot had been taken a few days before and quickly developed.
It'd been the day Betty had sunbathed on the back lawn. She'd thought she had been alone. And like she always did when she was alone, she'd slipped out of her bikini top to get some sun on her back. Billy had caught her just as she'd lifted herself on elbows to shift a little. The full weight of her breasts had pushed the nipples proudly outwards. The soft swells of white flesh looked fantastic compared to her tan body. She regained enough composure to smile at last.
"I look better than I thought," she whispered, putting the photograph back carefully into the book. Her first thought now was that Billy had the hots for her every bit as much as she did for him. Of course they had nothing in common. She was far too old for him, she thought. But his youthful good looks lured her. Not to mention the fact that she was as horny as she always got during the long, hot summers.
But then maybe he was just like most guys. Horny. Maybe he didn't really have a crush on her at all. Maybe he had taken the picture in an idle moment and forgot it. But then that wouldn't account for her missing panties. The reason she'd come to snoop in her cousin's room in the first place.
The first drawer yielded nothing. She found a tangle of socks and shorts and a necktie which looked like it'd never been worn much. At the corner in the back she picked up a small foil package and examined it. A fairly good brand of rubbers. Betty smiled and felt the tingles shoot through her again. She couldn't help wonder how her cousin's cock would look inside one of those thin membranes. She'd only seen the swell at the crotch of his Levi's. But if he was hung like she thought he was that rubber would be stretched to the breaking point.
"God, I can't help but wonder what he would feel like sliding into me," she breathed, liking the words on her tongue, liking the way it made her feel.
In the second drawer she found her panties. The pink ones, not her favorites. She rolled them in her palm, wondering how Billy had gotten the nerve to sneak in her room and rifle her drawers. And then she noticed that the silken things were stiff. She scratched her fingernail along the whitish patch of something. Her lashes fluttered excitedly.
"Ohhhh," she murmured, "so that's what he used them for." Betty had an image of Billy jacking off with her dainty underwear wrapped around his throbbing cock. She imagined how his cum would look spurting out, oozing down onto her panties. By now her belly was heaving and her toes tickled on the rug. She slipped a finger down to press in against her panty crotch. The bright red silk went between her plump outer lips and she left it there as she rocked her curvy ass to increase the sexy friction. Then she knew exactly what she had to do.
She hung the cum-stiff pink panties on the back of a chair and skinned off her cunt-damp red ones. The red ones went into Billy's drawer and she slipped the pink ones up her legs. She had another rush of pleasure as they fit against her dripping mound. Her juices mingled with the dried cum, softening it immediately.
Now that the cum was regaining moisture, she could smell the sharp, familiar aroma. She passed a finger over the crotch-band and held it up to her nose.
"Yummy cummy," she giggled, feeling foolish for thinking up such a ridiculous rhyme. But she said it again anyway, "yummy cummy for my tummy," and licked her finger. There was a faint taste, nothing at all like when the stuff squirted fresh into her mouth. And she thought again of how that was probably another reason men didn't hang with her too long. She liked to suck cock almost as much as she liked to have one rammed up inside her. She liked to drink jizz so much in fact that when she was going with a guy she generally insisted on being fed at least twice a day in addition to getting fucked. Though the men in her life had never admitted to running out of gas, and cum, that seemed to be the case now that she remembered the circumstances.
She hurried back to her own room, still thinking about the photograph she'd found, the panties Billy had swiped and the ones she'd left in their place. He was going to be one surprised boy when he opened that drawer to play with her underwear. She wondered if he'd have the guts to make a move then? She didn't have to wait long.
* * *
It was that evening after supper when Mitch suggested that the family make home-made ice cream and have a moon light swim down at the lake. Of course everyone was enthused, Billy included. Betty gave him a curious glance and there was something in the look that came back. Something that hinted that he'd found her little calling card. Billy blushed, too, though he covered it pretty well by shouting out his approval of the moonlit swim idea.
But someone would have to run to town for some ice to power the ice cream maker. Betty volunteered and asked casually if Billy might like to accompany her. He almost knocked over a chair being agreeable. No one seemed to notice his eagerness. But Betty saw a strange look in her mother's eyes. Maybe Margaret suspected her daughter's motives, Betty thought. She had good reason to. Betty had gotten in a few jams in her life and had to confess a few naughty things to good old mom. Margaret had been understanding always. As if her own past wasn't completely unsullied either. But tonight Margaret was obviously irked at Betty disappearing with Billy in tow.
While everyone else headed for the lake, Betty steered her father's Cadillac out of the drive and down to the highway.
"Maybe we should get some brandy too," she suggested, glancing at Billy. "Brandy is great with homemade ice cream."
"Sure," Billy nodded. He was sitting on the other side of the car. He had the usual swell in his crotch and Betty was appreciating the way his T-shirt bulged with young muscles. She was wearing a short, white tennis skirt which only served to heighten the effect of her pert, round bottom. A guy had kidded her once about being able to set a beer can on her ass while she was standing and not having it fall off. Of course she had been blessed with a particularly interesting rear. She'd seen Billy looking at it, too, as they'd walked to the car.
As they headed for the lights of town, Betty fooled with her wind blown red curls and smiled across at her younger cousin. She let him see the pout of her wide mouth, the attractive deepness of her eyes. She knew she wasn't a beauty, but she had something. Something special. She was only certain of what it was when a man held her in his arms.
"Glad you came with me," she said, hoping to break the ice.
"Yeah. You look really n-n-nice," he stammered, blushing in the darkness. Betty knew by the sound of his voice that he was embarrassed. She felt certain that he'd discovered her panties.
"God, it's hot," she said, kicking off one sneaker and then the other. Billy eyed her legs. His cock was swollen a good three inches down one pants leg. The Cadillac purred towards town.
"It's really good to see you after all these years," she went on. "I remember when we used to play as kids. When your folks would come visiting."
"Yeah," Billy said. He was looking at her thighs. They were meaty and tan. Not the thighs of a model certainly, but blending well with her short, compact body. They were sexy-looking thighs, not fat at all.
Betty stopped at a convenience store and got the ice. A liquor store up the street yielded a fifth of pretty good brandy and she showed it to Billy to see if he approved.
"I don't know much about booze," he said, "except beer."
"Maybe we should have a little taste before taking it back," she suggested. "After ah, we came and got it." Billy opened the cap and they passed the bottle. The glow helped Betty get over her butterflies. She felt more than ever the hunger gnawing deep in her loins. Her cousin sat there, the hot night sending his musky aroma her way. A breeze played around his collar-length blond hair. Betty wanted him. Wanted him very badly.
"Look, let's quit beating around the bush," she said, voice husky with desire. "Do you want me now?"
"God, Betty!" Billy tried to recover his coolness. "Well, sure. I mean-"
She'd already started the Caddy and swung it around in a swirl of dust and gravel. She hit the highway with a squeal and drove through town looking straight ahead. Billy held the bottle in his lap and watched her and watched the road signs flick by. Betty could feel her juices seeping through the little white panties that went with her tennis skirt. She was breathing hard and fast, her breasts lifting in the silk shirt she had tied at her midriff. Billy moved closer and put a hand on her bare belly.
"Not yet," she whispered, "or I might turn Daddy's car over." Billy pulled his hand away until she'd bounced over a dirt road that wound down to the river. She braked quickly and turned the lights off. "Now," she breathed, her eyes flashing in the light from the radio.
"Betty, how did you know I took your panties?" her cousin asked.
"You look like the kind of guy that has a thing about women's underwear." She let him see the humor in her expression. But she was panting now, almost crazy for it to begin.
"Betty, I-"
"Let's forget about talking," she gasped, her hand sliding against his thigh. She touched the tumid shape under the worn denim and then began frantically to undo his fly. Billy groaned as he watched her in amazement. She dug his folded prick from the dampness of his shorts and ran her hot fingers excitedly along the shaft. She was trembling now, more than pleased with the thick, long shape of it. Billy was really hung all right! She wanted to shout for joy. She wanted to get that thing inside her before she had some kind of fit.
"Ohhhh, it's beautiful," she told him, bending close. Her lips were moist from constant licking and she wet them one more time to be sure. Then she let her wide mouth open to surround the pulsing, feverish head of Billy's cock. He touched the sides of her face as she let her bottom hp slide against the little lobes under the tip. She knew by experience that the spot was an especially sensitive one on all males. Rapid friction over those blood-packed swells could bring a man to orgasm in seconds. So she had to be careful if she wanted any action herself. She tongued each one and slavered the surface of his glans with hot saliva. She moved her mouth slowly, turning her head to lick him better, caressing his balls with her fingers. Billy was barely breathing now and Belly smiled, knowing she would have him hooked for a month or so. Until she sucked and fucked the poor guy dry.
"Betty, I didn't realize. I mean, I didn't know you would be like this."
"Do you like the way I am?" she asked. "God, do I ever!" "You like my ass?" "I love it!"
"What about my tits?" She lifted her shoulders, pushed them back. The knot came loose in Billy's fingers and her white, smooth orbs flashed in the dim glow of the Cadillac's interior. Her nipples stood out in a tumid state of excitation. Billy licked his lips and moved his head forward. She pressed her nails against the nape of his neck and guided him to one tit and then the other. She gave him a nipple to suck just long enough for it to make her groan and then switched. Just those caresses alone were bringing her wonderfully close to complete release. She had especially sensitive tits. And though Billy was being a little too gentle, he was getting the idea quickly.
"Harder," she babbled, pulling his face down until her tit flattened out against his chin. "Bite me a little." Billy let her feel his teeth, rubbing them back and forth against the dark red nub of her nipple. A jolt of pleasure went down both legs. Her belly heaved faster than before. She got a hand down to her cousin's lap as he sucked her tits. Now it was his turn to groan as she jacked the cockskin up and down in a steady, sensual way.
"Your cock," she sighed, "I want to suck it some more."
It took a little clever positioning in the broad seat to reach her goal, but Betty found herself on her knees, straddling Billy's face. She was stripped to the waist now and the feeling of her bare skin touching his belly made her tremble. She pulled his cock up and began to nurse gingerly on it. Meanwhile Billy was fumbling with the white pants that went with her tennis skirt. He got them off after some confusion. She eased her body down then, her cunt lips parted. With a laugh they went over on their sides, Billy's head firmly between the clasping warmth of her thighs. His tongue flicked shyly at the thick red curls. Then he found the place where the meat of her pussy was already stretched apart. He began to dip deeper then, began to titillate the hot, spongy head of her clit.
"Ohhh, shit," she whispered, pumping her ass down. His tongue flicked again and she closed her eyes and let the pleasure fill her. The blond hair around her cousin's cock tickled her chin as she dipped her head to take his cock into the roof of her mouth. The glans bumped against her tonsils and she stopped to let her tongue work convulsively along the dimpled underside. Billy tensed his thighs and moaned. His own mouth was about to take her over the edge and she wasn't sure she wanted it that way or with his prick stuck deep in her softness. She wanted it both ways. She wanted as many ways as she could get it and all at the same time.
"Ahhh. Ahhhhh," she moaned.
"Baby," Billy gasped back, his fingers digging into the yielding flesh of her ass. She pressed her pussy down over his face and wallowed it from side to side, her head up and back now, lips parted slackly. Her green eyes were heavy with lust. Her breasts heaved. She tried to jack him with her hand as she neared her climax but it was impossible to concentrate. She wanted to suck him again too but found that she wanted her own pleasure to be had with nothing to break her mood. Wasn't pleasure like that in the end? A person had to get it undiluted. Even the attention required to suck Billy's cock would take something away from the explosion she was about to enjoy. And yet she wanted to feel that rigid thing in her mouth, too!
"Wait," she begged, trying to find enough willpower to pull her loins away from his hot mouth. "Ohhhhh, wait, Billy! Billy, wait!"
She turned on his body, pussy dripping its lubrication over his belly. She grappled with his levis, yanked them down and off. Billy tried to help her but they were only getting tangled up together. She laughed at herself. She was wearing only the tennis skirt now and her tan, full-blown body was on the verge of ecstasy. She'd made her cousin stop eating her pussy when she'd been just seconds away from a come. And now as she straddled him the right way around Betty knew that it would take only four or five penetrations of his bulging cock to bring her off with a scream. She was wrong. It took exactly two.
"Billeeeeee!" she cried as she felt his swollen knob forcing past the ring of muscles that pulled tight at the beginning of her hole. She rolled her ass frantically, tightening her slick, smooth insides down around him. He rammed with a growl, grabbing her full, hot body and biting her chin until it hurt. She knew she had him worked up good and tight! It thrilled her to know she could really turn a male on. She could always get a good fuck out of a guy when she set her mind to it. Not like the kind of girl who just lay on her back and expected the man to take care of everything.
"Betty, Ohhhhh, God, you're so hot inside!"
"Your cock is wonderful," Betty moaned back. She was coming, a long, teeth-grinding come! She grasped her cousin's muscles body and plunged her ass with the fury of a wildcat in heat. The Cadillac swayed. She screamed again, her nails raking Billy's back. Her pussy tightened with spasms of utter joy. Her juice had made the first penetration easy. And now it was making the hot fuck a noisy and sexy one. She shivered as the sucking sounds reached her ears. The sucking sound of Billy's cock being jerked back and then rammed to the hilt again. She dug her nails into his ass then and held him deep as she twisted and squirmed on the leather seat of the Caddy.
"Whhuuuuhhhh," she gasped, "Nhhuuuuuhhh!" "Betty, I'm gonna come. Is it okay?"
"Do it! Do it inside me!" She kissed his mouth but the kiss turned to a sharp little bite. "Ohhhhh, fuck, it's good!"
She was coming for a second time when she felt the hot spurt of cream inside her. She smiled and worked her hips all the faster, catching the second rush of pleasure almost before it reached the end of her clit. Then the pleasure spread, spread up her belly and down her thighs in trembling waves of ecstasy. Her heels kicked the door viciously as she concentrated on the pleasure.
Billy was slowing now, his juices spent. She wanted to try for a third one but knew that when a man had popped his rocks it was almost painful for I him to keep on fucking. Especially if the girl had a muscular pussy like she did. She couldn't seem to stop though. The pleasure came back, building again. She bit Billy's shoulder and rocked her body under him.
He gave a grunt as the sensitive glans of his cock was enfolded in her grasping hole. She knew the friction was too intense for him now. But she was almost there. Good old number three. It was so close.
"God, Betty, you're gonna tear it off."
"Just a second more darling," she begged. Her hands flew down to fumble between his thighs. She nursed his balls with her palms, hoping to revive him a little. Just enough so that she could grind out that third, sharp burst of pleasure. But Billy changed the position of his hips and she lost it. It was okay. She'd gotten off wonderfully hadn't she? It wasn't cool to be greedy. And yet she'd wanted it! So bad!
"Did you come?" Billy asked, kissing her face with thanks and affection.
"Sure! It was fantastic." Betty wasn't lying. Billy had given her a terrific roll in the hay. Why was she swelling on that last, lost climax? Hadn't two been enough? But there was never enough. Betty knew that there'd never be enough.
"I'm crazy about you Betty," her cousin breathed. He kissed her ears and her neck and each nipple too. She lay there exhausted, her vagina tightening convulsively with a steady rhythm. She was still milking him, stripping the thick curds up his tube so they would ooze out into her cunt.
When he pulled out of her she made him kneel there on the seat as she held her hair back from her face and bent to his crotch. The gasps of amazement were music to her ears as she gingerly cleaned the slimy sap from his shaft and cocktip. She did it slowly, lovingly. She did it because she enjoyed it. The sour taste of the seed on her tongue was enough to start her going again. She rubbed her own clit as she licked him clean. Then she kissed him in the mouth with her cummy lips.
"Doing anything later tonight?" she said, her voice heavy with mock sexuality. Billy held her for a long time.
"You're something, you know that?"
"You're something, too."
"I keep feeling that you're like an older sister or something." He frowned. "It is incest, isn't it?"
"Well, some people don't pay any attention to this cousin thing." She shrugged and let her fingers toy with his wilted cock. "I don't care if you don't."
Billy picked up the brand. "We'd better be getting back with that ice before it melts and everyone starts wondering what happened to us."
"Billy?" she asked, holding his face between her hands. "I need you tonight." She shook her head slowly, eyes closed. "This was just a little appetizer. I really need you again. And maybe again."
"What if someone found out?"
"I'll leave my door open," she cut him off. "Just lock it behind you when you come in."
They dressed quickly and Betty drove like a maniac back to the house. Everyone was at the lake with a driftwood fire going. They hadn't suspected anything at all. Unless Margaret's admonishing glance had some hidden meaning. Betty shrugged it off and went back to the house to change. When she got back, Mitch was daring all the girls to go skinny dipping. Betty pretended to be more embarrassed than she was. She got in the water before slipping out of her bikini. Then she floated on her back while Billy paddled a discreet distance away. Over to the side Mitch was sounding drunk. He had offered to teach Alice to float and the willowy blonde was giggling and pretending to sink each time she tried.
"Bitch," Betty muttered to herself. She knew that Alice knew how to float and swim like a seal. But Mitch was having a bah. Until Margaret came over and broke up the little game. Betty glanced at Billy who was still afraid to do anything but keep his distance.
"You sure look pretty floating in the water with your nipples sticking up like that," he said when he was sure no one else could overhear.
"Do you have a hard-on, darling?" she grinned back.
"Oh, God, do lever!"
"If there weren't so many people around I'd dive down and kiss it for you." "Jesus, Betty, when you talk like that-" "It makes you want to fuck me, right?" "Right."
"Good. Like I said, my door will be open."
"Oh, Betty, you're fantastic. You're wonderful. I'm crazy about you."
"Just think about tonight," she smiled, turning in the water to swim past him. Below the surface she gave his prick a squeeze and went on. The head of his cock made her palm tingle for a long time afterwards.
CHAPTER FIVE
Margaret was becoming bored with the swimming party. She was pissed at her husband for such a flimsy excuse as a skinny-dipping party. She knew that he was itching to get that leggy young Alice undressed so he could have a good look at her. The buxom blonde had been acting very proper though, all things considered. She'd been shamefully respectful of Margaret's wishes when Margaret had decided the swimming lesson had gone just about far enough. And since then Alice had stayed pretty much to herself. Even with Lee staying close the girl had kept a respectful distance between Margaret's young son and her own, slender nakedness.
Margaret waded to the shore and picked up the bottle of brandy. Now Mitch was trying to get the bunch of them to move to the island for a real wing ding. All he was really trying to do was wear everyone out so he could steady in on that bleached out little brat with the big tits and no ass. Margaret scolded herself for not being fair. Alice wasn't really a bleached blonde. And though her ass was a little boyish, it wasn't bad. It wasn't bad at all. So why should she get uptight when her husband lusted honestly for some young stuff. It was natural enough.
"Sure, if the bastard would take care of me sometimes," she growled, tilting the bottle up again. Lee splashed ashore nearby. She could tell that he'd waited a while so that his cock might lose some of its hardness. He still had a hard-on and she played polite and kept her eyes averted. After all they'd experienced group nudity before.
"Hi, Mom, mind if I have a swallow?"
"Help yourself. But take it easy." She mussed his damp hah. "You're not old enough to drink this hard stuff."
"I wish you could get dad to go up to the house with you."
"So you could get Alice's attention?" Margaret asked. Her son was gazing on again off again at her right breast. An unexplained tingle went through her and she frowned. She wasn't supposed to feel that with her own son. And what was he doing staring at her? She felt the woozy effect of the liquor coming on stronger. She decided to shrug off her strange feelings.
"I get the feeling that our new little blonde could start a lot of trouble this summer," she said, letting Lee see her concern.
"Dad is making a fool of himself," Lee put in. He'd always been on her side when it came to family friction. And Margaret knew that Lee had sensed how Mitch had been treating her. Margaret put her hand on Lee's shoulder.
"Sure, he's making a fool of himself. But he's old enough not to give a damn."
"Mom, do you and Dad-" He pressed his lips together. "Do you and dad still do it?"
"Sometimes." She noticed how much Lee was like her. The even, handsome features. The dark hair. And his shy inquisitiveness.
"Would you get mad if you knew Dad was trying to, ah-" Lee looked to where Alice was swimming in the shallow water. As she turned, a large, white breast glistened wetly in the moonlight for a second. Mitch watched from a dozen yards away.
"I think I'd hit him on the head with a baseball bat," Margaret said. Her voice was surprisingly cool. She marveled at how casually she'd replied to her son's question and went on. "I certainly hope your father has the good sense not to carry this beyond a casual flirtation. Alice is my niece and she's his niece, too. It would be extremely disturbing for him to be carrying on with a girl barely out of high school." She took another slug of brandy. "Yes, I think I'd have to brain your dear father if he so much as tries to kiss that pretty, dumb little blonde."
Lee gave her an understanding look and touched her shoulder with his hand before turning. Again Margaret felt that tingle, that burning rush of pleasure where his hand had been. She watched in disconcerted excitement at the strong, naked body of her son as he went into the water again. She held the neck of the brandy bottle like it might get away from her.
"Goddamn me, what's happening?" Billy came out of the water then and knelt beside the beer cooler for a moment. He'd put his trunks on sometime after the water frolic had begun and somehow his being dressed made him appear sexier than before, Margaret thought. He avoided looking at her she noticed. But then there'd been a tension between them since that strange afternoon she'd gotten drunk and made a damn fool of herself. She still wondered if the boy had kept her panties. But before she could go over and make conversation with him, Billy opened his beer and walked off in the direction of the dock. Margaret glanced at the others still splashing in the shallow water. Everybody seemed to be having such a good time that no one noticed, her it seemed. She grabbed her beach jacket, pulled it on hurriedly and picked up the brandy again. Then she started after Billy. The jacket was long enough to hide her nakedness somewhat. To a casual observer it might appear she was wearing a bikini underneath. But her nudity felt delicious, helped by the brandy. She felt even more naked with that loose jacket sliding against her ass and breasts. Ahead of her, Billy was already to the dock. He bent to untie the small rowboat.
"Wait up!" she called, running now, the brandy sloshing in the bottle.
Billy said nothing but let her climb into the stern of the boat before he pushed away with an oar and started rowing. Margaret watched his muscles move. He was a delicious looking hunk of man all right. Well, at nineteen he was man enough.
"I was tired of the others," she said, watching his face. The moonlight was just bright enough for her to make out a smile. She smiled back. She realized that she was almost as drunk as she'd been that day she'd presented her nephew with her panties. Why did she always have to get drunk lately? But it made things so much easier. She looked hungrily at her nephew.
"I feel like I'm about to make a fool of myself again," she breathed, half hoping Billy wouldn't hear her, half hoping he would.
"When did you ever make a fool of yourself?" he asked.
"The other day when I gave you my panties." She felt the breeze blow the front of her jacket open. Billy took advantage of the moment to look at her exposed tit. The liquor made it easy for her to carry the ball another few yards.
"Do you like the way I look?"
"Yes ma'am."
"Don't call me ma'am," she laughed. "You never did when you were a child." She watched him rowing. His chest rippled in the blue light. And his trunks looked pretty tight now. She wondered how far she would take it. Probably far enough to start big trouble. All sex seemed to lead to big trouble sooner or later. But it was worth it after all was said and done. At least that was how she felt at the moment.
"Would you mind if I lay my head in your lap while you row?" she asked. She wasn't surprised at her brazenness. When she was drinking Margaret often said things she wouldn't dream of uttering any other time. Billy hadn't said yes or no so she turned in the boat and leaned back between his legs. He had his feet braced on a bottom runner of the boat and she found the warmth between his thighs exciting. She was careful not to put her head down directly on his groin. She knew he must have a terrific hard-on now. Yes, there it was.
"Mmmmmmmm, that's better," she cooed.
"Aunt Margaret?"
"Yes, darling?"
"Oh, nothing."
"Don't these trunks bind you while you're rowing?" She half turned, hooked her thumbs in the elastic waist band. Billy stared down at her in amazement. She moved so she could push his knees together and began to work his trunks down. "Sit up so I can slide them off over your bottom," she laughed, really drunk with the brandy now. She plainly didn't give a damn what Billy or the world thought. Beneath those damp blue trunks was something she could hardly wait to get hold of. Billy grunted with surprise as she got his shorts down and off. Only then did she really take a good look at what lay exposed between his sunburned thighs. His cock was long and white and heavy looking. He was uncircumcised. This had an especially erotic effect upon Margaret. She'd never fooled around with an uncircumcised male before.
Billy had sat back to continue rowing. It was as if he was too flustered to do anything else. He certainly couldn't look into her face for long. Margaret was happy that it was dark enough to make things easier. Yet the moon was bright enough to illuminate the sexy state of her handsome nephew. He was a feast!
The oars bumped steadily as Billy rowed the boat towards the island. But Margaret knew she couldn't wait. She got down on her knees in front of him and began to smooth his thighs with her fingers. Billy couldn't hide his ragged breathing. And his cock throbbed stiff and dark, jutting up from between his thighs like a pleasure spear. Margaret saw that the foreskin had stretched back some to expose a tiny bit of glans. She wrapped a forefinger around the tight-fitting flesh and forced it back more. Billy dropped one oar and watched it float in the moonlit waves as the boat veered from its course. Margaret was panting herself, watching the dark blue flesh glisten in the rays of the moon as she eased back more and more foreskin. And then the protective covering popped back behind her nephew's flared crown. She let out a little gasp of delight.
"Oh, Christ, you're beautiful," she whimpered, licking her lips hungrily.
"Aunt Margaret, I'm really confused. I don't know what to think."
"Just don't think at all," she smiled, pushing hair out of her eyes. She hoped he thought she was pretty. She knew she wasn't a bad-looking female. She was damned well-preserved for someone her age. Most chicks went to ass when they were in their late twenties. She'd held onto all her attributes. And yet her nephew hadn't really said or done anything that might give her the impression he dug her body. She forced her shoulders back and arched her back so that her breasts rose up to him in the moonlight. The nipples were darkened tips of yearning flesh. She watched him gaze at her.
"God, Margaret, what if someone sees us out here?"
"The shore is a million miles away as far as I'm concerned." And it did seem like a long ways back to where the laughter and splashing was. Even with the boat lolling aimlessly in the waves they seemed isolated. She put a hand on his shoulder. His face was very close to her breasts now. She thought she could see the look in Billy's eyes. The look of lust. The look that said he did appreciate the way she was put together.
"Do you like me? I mean do you like how I look?" Billy gave her a look of amazement, surprised at the question.
"God, Aunt Margaret, you've got to be kidding! I mean, you really are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."
"You mean that?"
"God, yes!" He gave a little groan and gave in at last to his impulses. He took her shoulders and pulled her forward. She felt him gasp as his mouth opened to surround one of her tumid nipples. She let out a grunt of pleasure then and dug her nails roughly at the nape of his neck. They were sitting opposite each other, leaning forward to touch. She wanted to touch his cock very badly but couldn't reach it. Then he was kissing his way up her chest and she slid her hands down, fingers clawing for that lovely, hard shape. Billy sucked in a sharp breath as she caught it again and began to jack his foreskin.
"Maybe you'd better row," she breathed against his mouth. The gentle wash of the waves was drifting them back toward the shore the slightest bit. Billy blinked and got the oars up. As he dipped them and headed the bow towards the island again, Margaret stared at his cock. The foreskin formed a thick, tight collar behind his glans. And that tip was bigger than ever! It looked almost purple with trapped blood and the glistening lubrication from her nephew's body almost dripped from the little lobes at the underside of the tip. She couldn't resist it any longer. She had to get that wonderful chunk of meat into her mouth! She just had to!
"Billy, I hope you understand what I'm doing. I mean, I've been wanting you very badly, and I don't get along that good with Mitch."
"Maybe you shouldn't tell me all this," Billy replied, obviously embarrassed by hearing these domestic details. Margaret persisted.
"No, it's better if you know. There's nothing complicated. I just want to make love with you."
"God, Aunt-"
"Just leave out the aunt part," she laughed. She put her hands on his knees and pushed them wider. Then she was down between them before he could even think of stopping her. But she hadn't really thought that he would. She could smell the sexy musk from his big prick as she jacked the foreskin up and down the shaft. The slippery juices completely covered the glans-now and she longed to lick them off.
"Goddamn! Margaret! I-"
"You'll just keep rowing while I do this," she whispered, voice husky with passion.
"What are you going to do?"
"I'm going to suck your lovely cock. I'm going to put it in my mouth slowly. I want you to feel it going between my lips. I want you to feel my teeth slip across the ridged part. Then maybe I'll bite you a little. I'll nibble at you and let you see how it feels to rub against the roof of my mouth. And then if you're real good, you'll feel something else. Something wonderful!"
"Oh, God, Margaret. If Mitch found out."
"Have you ever had your cock sucked by a woman before?" she asked, purposely ignoring his protest.
"Well, not exactly." She saw him staring at her mouth, wondering probably how it would feel to have his cock inside it.
"Tell me what you mean by not exactly."
"A girl kissed me there once. It felt pretty nice." He blushed like he had a secret.
Margaret laughed. "Just kissed you? Like this?" She lowered her lips and held them a tiny distance away from his cocktip. She knew he could feel the heat. Then she pursed them, wet them and softly pressed her pucker over the tiny slit that was shiny with Billy's sex juice. He slipped an oar and lurched sideways. Then he let them both float in the water as he grasped the sides of the boat.
Margaret let her pucker bloom wider. And as the feverish head of her nephew's cock slid into her mouth she sucked in her cheeks to let them rub against him. But she only let the penetration occur with tantalizing slowness. So slowly in fact that Billy's whole body was trembling. She let him feel her teeth. She nibbled gingerly on the plump, taut knob. Now Billy began to squirm on the hard seat of the boat. She cradled his balls in both hands as she dropped her head suddenly, taking his tip to the roof of her mouth.
"Ahhhhhh, Margaret, Jesus Christ!"
"Mmmmmmm," she cooed, letting him feel her tongue at last. But only the tip. She traced the lump that ran along the bottom of his shaft. Though it was empty, the tube that ran under the flesh was throbbing as if it were about to be filled with thick cream. Margaret's pussy ran over with juice as she thought of that hot stuff spurting into her mouth. She curled her tongue into a trough and pushed it up and down the length of his cock. His glans swelled out like some exotic mushroom. She lapped at the smooth surface, her spit popping at the corners of her mouth. A rivulet of saliva coursed down her chin and hung there in moonlit drops as she continued to suckle her nephew's rigid meat. Her fingers squeezed his balls lovingly as she worked between his thighs. Billy was trying to row but since only one oar was in the water, the boat was taking a slow circle over and over again. Margaret dropped her head even lower, taking his cocktip into her throat. She'd had lots of practice with Mitch. She knew how to keep from gagging. But it was lots more fun doing it to someone who appreciated her love. For Mitch, a blow-job was just an expected duty for a wife to perform. But Billy was absolutely coming apart.
"Margaret, h-h-how do you do that?"
Margaret swallowed slowly a few times to let him feel her tonsils clasping tightly around his tip. Billy shuddered and held his breath. His hands rubbed her shoulders and back. Her chin bumped his balls and Margaret knew she had a lot of cock stuffed into her throat. But she controlled her gagging reflex and continued to turn her head around to make it good for the young stud. When at last she drew her lips away from his prick and gazed lovingly at the spit-drenched bulb of taut flesh, Billy let his breath out with a rush of affectionate love words.
"I love you Margaret! God, I really do!"
"So I can kiss your cock better than that other girl?"
"Oh sonofabitch, can you ever!"
"Don't you think you'd better start rowing again?" she smiled. Her nephew got the oars working again. She waited until they were heading for the island once more before she turned her attention to his prick. She wasn't sure just what she wanted to do next. She was afraid that if she kept sucking on him, he'd come before they got to the island. And though some men could do it twice in an hour and a rare few three times, there were many more who were not so eager to get their rocks the second time in an evening. Still, Billy was young and strong and seemingly pretty lusty. She gazed at his shiny cock again and then opened her mouth to suck it some more.
Billy rowed for only another few moments before dropping an oar into the water again. He was panting hard, his belly rising and falling as Margaret let her tongue go wild. She fluttered it along the twin lobes and swathed the entire surface of his cocktip with her saliva. She pulled her cheeks in sharply to rub him and then actually blew them up with breath while she just barely grazed the tip of his glans with the tip of her tongue. Billy lurched and grabbed the sides of her head.
"Ohhh. Ohhhh, God, Margaret!"
"Yhummmmmmm," she breathed, making a wet trough now and licking him furiously. Her fingers tightened around each of his balls until she was almost squeezing the jizz out of them. And poor Billy sounded like he was having some kind of fit! She hadn't realized that a young guy like that felt sex so strongly. Mitch seemed to be so bored with her nowadays. Billy sure wasn't! She wanted to suck his cum into her belly. But at the same time wanted to feel that cock between her thighs, too.
"Ohhhh," she cried, popping her lips free of him, "I want to fuck so bad!"
"Margaret, Margaret!" Billy grabbed her and pushed her backwards. She felt the boat rock dangerously but somehow it stayed afloat. Behind her seat was a flat, ribbed floor. That was where she ended up, Billy struggling between her spread thighs. She let her legs dangle over the edges of the boat, feet in the water. Billy panted raggedly, the moonlight glinting through his blond hair as he pressed his body down against her and guided his cocktip up her dripping, slick crevice. It went in easily and she bucked her hips against him as he grabbed her shoulders and began to fuck with savage thrusts. He was big all right! He was filling her up, penetrating her to the end of her steamy pussy! She bit his shoulder, fighting back now, crying, squirming on the hard bottom of the boat.
"Ohhh. Ohhhh, goddamn!" she cried.
"Margaret, I'm gonna come! I just can't hold it back!"
"Nhhhooo, not yet!" She got her hands down somehow. She pressed a finger up under his balls and felt the raging thump of his prostate. She pressed hard, stopping the sex spasms while she lurched and plunged around the stiff, hot thing that had rammed so deeply into her body. And now the friction was building at the tip of her clitoris. She bit her lover again and pumped her hips furiously. The smacking sound of their wet parts was like a symphony. She pumped even harder, faster.
A tingle was how it began. But the tingle was soon a raging, itchy madness that engulfed her. She saw colored lights dance before her closed eyelids. Her finger trembled where she blocked Billy's orgasm. And then she didn't have the strength to hold him back any longer. He began to slide his cock in and out of her hole with such frenzied movements that she gave a little scream and held to him like a lost child. Her climax cut through her like a hot, sharp knife. It cut up between her cuntlips and the explosions made her buck against Billy's throbbing cock. She came screaming. For an instant her movements were so wild that her nephew's cock slipped from her hole. A jet of hot cream bathed one thigh before he could fumble the tip back into her dripping slit. Then he shoved deep and she felt the thick fountain of seed filling her.
"Whuuhhhh!"
"Oh, Margaret!"
"Billy, ohhhhh, Billy!"
"Nhhuuuuhhh Ohhhh! Goddamn!"
Her insides were clasping around her nephew's cock now. She tightened her sphincter to clutch him even more. Billy let out a strangled gasp as her body began to suck at the sap that was still in his balls. She bared her teeth as the convulsive milking motions grew more powerful. She was going to come again! Her ass went hard and she thumped it up and down on the bottom of the boat when Billy lifted himself a little. Then she sank down over her like before and shoved his prick in to the hilt. Her pussy exploded with a rush of pleasure and their mouths were together. She kissed her nephew, gave him her tongue to suck as they twitched and came and babbled there in the damp boat.
It was Billy who spoke first. Margaret shook her head and opened her eyes. She had no idea where she was for a moment. And then she realized that she'd been sleeping. Or hypnotized by the soft afterglow of their fucking.
"We'd better get this boat moving again," he gasped, easing his cock from her pussy. Margaret felt that it was completely flaccid now. They must have been there for some time.
"How close to shore have we drifted?"
"Too damned close," Billy whispered, peeking over the side. He grabbed an oar and pulled hard. The boat swung lazily in the water. Then he was using both oars, keeping his body down. Someone shouted from the shoreline. The nearness scared Margaret half out of her wits.
"Is it Mitch?" she gasped.
"No," Billy said, swearing under his breath. "Oh, shit, it's Betty."
Margaret was sure she heard something in his voice that seemed to say there was more than just a casual acquaintance going between her nephew and her own daughter. Yes, she was sure she'd heard that certain something that said Billy didn't want Betty to know what was going on out there in the lake. After all it was just a family skinny-dipping party. And at least Billy still had his trunks with him if not on him. Would Betty really suspect that her mom was trying to put the make on Billy boy? Margaret wondered if maybe her horniness had been showing lately.
"We'd better head in," she told Billy. Then she had a sudden urge to escape this peculiarly uncomfortable situation. She stood without saying anything and dove into the waves. As she swam, she knew that the flecks of Billy's cream would be washed off her pussy hair. And by the time she got to shore, there'd be no evidence left of their hot tangle in the bottom of the boat. Billy could explain however he wanted. Margaret couldn't bear to have her daughter thinking she was out there seducing her own nephew.
She beat Billy to shore by quite a bit. Margaret could see that there were only embers left of the campfire and that Mitch, Lee and Alice had disappeared. Betty stood there in the wet sand, hands on her hips. She gave Margaret a harsh look. Margaret flicked water from her hands and shook some from her hair.
"Hi, Betty, what happened to the party?"
"You're lucky it broke up early," Betty replied.
"Why what on earth do you mean by that?"
"For God's sake, Mother, I could hear you screaming." Betty bit her bottom hp. "I mean it was absolutely awful!"
"Screaming?" Margaret said, fighting for time to think.
"Yes, screaming." Betty glanced over to watch Billy pulling the boat up on the sand. He kept his eyes averted, pretended to be involved in tying up. "You two make me sick," she said, looking at Margaret again. "You're old enough to be his mother."
"Don't you think you're jumping to conclusions?" Margaret said. "Who do you think you're talking to, young lady?"
"Oh, Mother, how could you?" Betty turned and ran off up the sand. Billy watched her go. Margaret didn't like the look on his face. "'Was I screaming?" she asked.
"Yeah," he said back, a sheepish smile on his face. "You sure were, Aunt Margaret."
"I told you not to call me Aunt Margaret!" She kicked sand and marched off towards the dying embers of the fire. "Where in hell did my bikini go? Where's Mitch? Aren't you worried about Alice going off with him?" Billy stumbled along behind her.
"What do you mean?"
"Haven't you noticed the way my loving husband looks at her?" She plucked her bikini bottom from the sand. Billy stopped next to her and scratched his head.
"Alice and Mitch?"
"Christ, do I have to telegraph it?"
"Aw, come on Margaret, you're just upset."
Margaret hurried up to the house only to find the downstairs empty of people. The kitchen lights were glaring and it looked as if someone had been making a drink and then forgotten it. She screwed the cap on the bottle of Scotch and padded slowly upstairs. Had her relationship with Mitch slipped so far that he would dare to openly seduce his own niece right in front of his wife's jealous eyes. Because Margaret realized that she was still hung up on Mitch.
When she threw open the door of their bedroom she saw her husband, naked on their bed. He was snoring. There was no one else in the room. She let out a sigh and softly closed the door behind her. Then she stripped her bikini and settled in beside him. He roused slightly and rolled onto his side. But he was still sleeping. She scooted down on the mattress until his cock was even with her mouth. It was semi-hard already. He was probably dreaming about Alice, the bastard. Leggy, blonde Alice. Alice of the big tits and tight ass. Margaret didn't give a damn. She wanted something she hadn't got from Billy that evening. Cum. In her mouth. She picked up her husband's prick gingerly and slipped her mouth around it. Then she began to suck. She had to do it very gently or he would awaken. And when Mitch was dreaming, he could be unpredictable. If she played things right though, she could bring him to orgasm before he awakened fully. Afterwards he was never angry. How could any man be angry after getting his cock sucked? Even if he was bored with her, he enjoyed getting his rocks. What a son of a bitch, Margaret thought. He wasn't worth bothering with. But she wanted to keep trying. She wanted him to want her again like when they first married. And no sooner had she thought such noble, wifely thoughts than Margaret was remembering how terrific that fuck with Billy had been. As she sucked her husband hard, she pretended that Billy was climbing onto her from behind, slipping his big cocktip into her cunt dog-style. She slipped a hand down to rub her clit while she gave Mitch the best head she knew how. And the asshole wasn't even awake to appreciate it.
CHAPTER SIX
Alice found herself in a terrible state. She'd tried to sleep but just couldn't doze off. For a long time she stared at the ceiling, wondering, wishing things that were against everything she knew was right. If only Mitch had at least kissed her before saying goodnight. But he'd been so drunk. The skinny-dipping party had gotten crazy. Everybody running around naked and ah had just been a big game. A lot of teasing and not much pleasing. And though she sensed that the girls were the ones who teased the boys more than the other way around, tonight it's been Alice who felt the most frustrated. Mitch couldn't have wanted her very badly. He'd just gone upstairs after a couple of feels. Alice wondered if something she'd done had turned him off. Or maybe Margaret was keeping a closer eye on him. But that couldn't be either since Mitch's wife had gone off with Billy in the boat.
Alice wondered if there was something going on between her aunt and her brother. Billy wasn't the type to fool around with older women. Especially when the older woman was his aunt! It was all so far-fetched and nutty. It was the strangest household she'd ever lived in, Alice decided. Her aunt and uncle were a lot weirder than her own mom and dad.
"Oh, hell, I just can't get to sleep." She swung her legs out of the bed and snapped on her bedside light. She'd pulled on a shortie nightgown and left off the pants. Her favorite way of sleeping unless it was without clothes altogether. She felt restless, unsatisfied. And it was the kind of hunger that a finger wouldn't help. She'd had other fingers pushed into her cunt now and somehow her own just didn't feel so exciting. She wondered what Lee was doing. Sleeping probably. Lee was a strange guy. He'd come on to her hot and heavy that first time out in the lake. But now he was just really laid back. Was it because Mitch was flirting with her so openly? God, the whole scene was about to drive her up the wall.
Alice got up and walked across her room to the window. A cool breeze was blowing in but it was still a very warm night. She went out to the hall and looked up and down it. Then she closed her door behind her and tip-toed in the direction of her cousin's room. She was surprised to see a dim glow coming from under the door.
"What kind of light could that be?" she breathed in the darkness. The door wasn't completely closed she noticed. Her breasts felt so heavy! She knew she'd come down to Lee's room because she wished he would talk to her, comfort her, touch her. Of course he was probably asleep. He'd left a light on while reading. There'd be no chance of seeing him because Alice wasn't about to wake him up. She couldn't let herself go that far. It was pretty obvious, her appearing outside his room without anything but a shortie gown on. Maybe if she could just get a glimpse of him.
Alice eased close to the door, her heart pounding. Only then did she hear the groan. It was a girl's voice and the shock of hearing that almost made Alice dizzy. She pushed her eyes close to the opening and gently touched the doorknob.
The strange light she'd first seen shining under the door was that of two candles. They made shadows flicker around the walls of Lee's room. And then she saw the figures on the bed. But, God, it was unbelievable! It was Betty, her red hair mussed, her small breasts heaving up and down. She was flat on her back, legs spread wide. Crouching between her thighs was her very own brother. Lee! Lee was doing something to his red-headed sister. Doing something that was against every law known to man. Alice put a hand to her mouth to smother a cry of amazement. Then she saw exactly what Lee was doing.
"Don't touch me Lee," Betty gasped. "Remember we can't ever touch. Or it would be a sin, darling."
"I won't, Betty. I never do, remember?" "Ohhhhh, God, keep doing it like that.
Yehhssss!"
Alice bit her bottom lip hard. Lee was pushing something in and out of his sister's pussy. It was white and long and slender. And it made a buzzing sound. A vibrator! Alice could hardly believe her eyes and ears. But Betty's reddened wound was glistening with sweat and love juice and each time Lee pulled the vibrator from her cunt, the girl's dainty tissues seemed to follow it, clasping tightly to the plastic. The slow way Lee did that part made Alice just about come unglued. Her knees shook and her breasts felt even heavier than before.
"His own sister," she whispered, a hand slipping against her tummy as she reacted unconsciously to the sex play in the candle-lit room. She didn't want to touch herself but the lips of her down-fringed cunt were glowing and juicy. She slid a fingertip along the smooth inner surface then dipped deeper.
Betty was digging her heels into the bed. Lee had a firm grip on the base of the vibrator and he was plunging it in and out much faster now. The crackling, slick sound of the redhead's hole being penetrated and emptied over and over again was like nothing Alice had ever heard before. It reminded her of when Mitch had finger-fucked her in that bar. But when she looked again at the size of the vibrator, it made her shiver.
"God, it's so big," she breathed to herself and her little hole pinched tight as if to protect itself from anything so grossly huge as that vibrator. But Alice remembered, too, that her uncle's cock was bigger.
"Ohhhh, Lee," Betty gasped, pumping her round bottom up from the bed. "Ohhhhh, God, Lee! God!" "Is it good?"
"Ohhhhh, yesssss! Don't stop! Don't ever stop!"
"Tell me when you come," Lee hissed, bending lower. "I like to watch."
"You can do anything you want if you just don't stop doing th-th-that!" Betty's head flopped back and forth and a splash of red hair glinted in the candlelight. Alice's toes fanned out against the carpet. She was really getting worked up. And the erotic effect of seeing Lee do something so carnal to his very own sister was very powerful. Alice remembered how the boy had kissed her breasts and fingered her out on that dock and almost wished it was her on the bed instead of Betty. But of course she didn't really want that at ah. That big plastic vibrator would split her in two pieces!
"Oh, I can't watch this any longer," Alice sighed, feeling her way along the wall. Her cunt was so wet that the blonde curls surrounding it were plastered together. She knew she couldn't go back to bed yet. She'd just finger herself until she was exhausted. She'd already done that enough for one night.
She padded downstairs in the darkness thinking she could get a glass of milk or something to get her mind off sex. But the image of brother and sister playing secret games in bed stuck with her. Lee was so young, as young as she was. Betty was twenty-four or five, she couldn't remember which.
The glass of milk only helped while she was drinking it. But the fact that she wore no panties wasn't helping either. She could feel the soft slip of the shortie gown around her big tits. Her nipples were swollen out so that they were rubbed every time she made the slightest move. The sheer silk sanded and teased her flesh until she finished her milk in one gulp, washed the glass out at the sink and started back upstairs. It was the banister that stopped her. She was near the top when she remembered sliding down that very same banister as a child. And she remembered, too, the sensations it had given her. In puberty she'd realized the fantastic possibilities of the smooth, sloping wood rail. Yes, it'd been just after her thirteenth birthday when she'd actually brought herself to climax by sliding down in her jeans. The crotch of her denims had heated up and a subtle friction had been created which brought her closer and closer to that final release. Though she couldn't remember for sure, Alice thought it'd taken about ten times on the rail before she finally came for the first time in her life. That last climb up to the top again had been so hard. Alice touched the smooth wood and licked her lips.
"Who would know?" she asked herself. And then she swung a long leg over and eased herself down. She let her chest rest on the wood, too, and steadied herself with her hands. Then she began to gently pump her ass. Her feet dangled in the air as she felt her cleft open against the varnished surface. There was the smack of her dripping folds sucking against the banister as she started sliding slowly down.
"Uhhhh, oh, God, it feels so gooooood!"
Her breath puffed as she closed her eyes and concentrated on the smooth, hard pressure against her slit. It didn't take her ten times up and down to get off. She knew she was going to come before she reached the bottom. And then she was settling against the little upturned curve of wood at the bottom of the stairs, her slim ass plunging as she felt the tickling joy spread through her body.
Alice limped back upstairs, heading for her bed. The candles were still going in Lee's room but it was quieter when she passed. She fell across her mattress and went to sleep almost immediately. But during the night she woke up after a startling nightmare. Her uncle had tied her up and stripped off her clothes. He had pulled out his huge cock and forced it into her pussy. And then the dream turned bizarre. When Mitch had come inside her and pulled out his cock, Alice was immediately immersed in the violent pangs of birth. She watched the babies pop out of her ruined hole until she lost count. And then she slept again.
* * *
"You wouldn't mind watching the shop for an hour or two, would you Alice?" Margaret asked. They were the only ones down for breakfast and her aunt bent close to pour Alice another glass of orange juice.
"Course I wouldn't."
"We can drive into town in a little bit. My regular salesgirl is sick and I've got some business at the bank to see about." Margaret cleared the plates and ran the sink full of water. "I think I'll leave these dishes for Betty."
The mention of her cousin made Alice's tits tingle. She remembered vividly how Betty's pussy had looked with that vibrator going in and out of it. Or had it just been a hot sex dream in the middle of the night? Had Alice dreamed the thing about the banister, too? No, she could still feel that thick, slick wood sliding up between her labia as her clit exploded, as she slid inch by inch to the bottom.
"Alice, are you still there?" Margaret laughed. "What on earth were you just thinking about? You looked a million miles away."
Alice felt herself blush. Margaret's smile told her that her aunt had guessed that the thoughts had been pretty risqu�. Margaret gave a little nod and turned to what she'd been doing at the sink.
"I hope Mitch hasn't been bothering you too much," she said, pushing her dark hair out of her face. "He can be a terrible bore. He things he's God's gift to women. But I can tell you for sure he isn't."
"I don't understand," Alice said. She guessed that it would be best to keep quiet and play dumb. She didn't want to start a family hassle anymore than Margaret did. But when it came to men, she was pretty weak. Even as her aunt warned her, Alice was remembering the way Mitch's finger had felt sliding into her tiny cunthole.
"Oh, you understand. Haven't you seen the way Mitch has been flirting with you?"
"I guess so. I thought he was just being nice." Alice knew she was blushing again. She knew that if Margaret turned, she'd see the guilt written all over her face. She picked up the rest of the dirty dishes and carried them to the sink.
"Oh, he'll be nice as hell to you all right," Margaret continued. "I just didn't want you to let him take advantage. I'm not embarrassed to say it Alice. My husband has a hard time keeping it in his pants when young chicks are around." Margaret smiled but there was a knowing expression in her eyes. "And you, my dear niece, are an especially sexy young chick."
"You make me feel funny, Aunt Margaret."
"Well, I certainly don't want you to feel unwelcome here." Margaret wiped her hands on a towel and tossed over the back of a chair. "Let's drive in to town and I'll show you how to mind the boutique, what do you say to that?"
"Sounds like fun," Alice replied brightly. "I've always wanted to be surrounded by new clothes."
"I'll even let you pick something out to keep," her aunt said. "Just for doing me this favor."
"Oh, wow, Aunt Margaret, you're super."
It didn't take Alice but a few minutes to understand how to use the charge card machine and how to use the list for people one couldn't accept a check from. Margaret left her with the instructions that she should pick out something for herself when she had time. Alice was thrilled. And she made it up in her mind that she was going to turn over a new leaf in her life. If she expected to stay very long with her aunt and uncle she certainly couldn't be getting embroiled in any domestic tangles. That meant she had to keep clear of Lee and Mitch. She would stay in her room from now on when they were around. Or at least she could avoid any kind of activities which might put her in a compromising position. Especially with Mitch. Margaret's casual advice that morning had been pretty clear. Stay away from her husband.
A few customers came in to paw through the dresses. Alice sold her a few items and circulated through the shop. It was half past ten when something disconcerting happened. A young girl went into one of the changing cubicles to try something on. After a few minutes Alice started to wonder about her. She tip-toed closer to the booth and saw the small bare feet of the youngster. Then she heard the sigh of pleasure. The sound was unmistakable. Alice knew at once that the girl was masturbating. Her breath was raspy and quick and every so often she'd hit the side of the booth with her elbow or knee, Alice wasn't sure which.
She knew that she should just leave the girl alone until she could politely get rid of her. It was obvious that the child had no money. Trying on a garment was only a ploy to get a little privacy. She probably hated to do it in a public bathroom. Who didn't? But instead of following her own advice, Alice was drawn to what was taking place in that booth. Until at last she entered the booth beside the one the girl occupied and climbed up on the low seat. Standing on tiptoes, Alice could just reach the top edge with her chin. She moved slowly so as not to make any sound. Then she peeked over.
"Whuuhhhh, ohhhhhh," the girl groaned, hardly able to smother the sounds of joy. She was a small, skinny kid with almost no tits at all. And Alice could clearly tell that she was even younger than she'd thought. The girl was stark naked.
Between her fingers she held something strange-looking. Until Alice finally realized what it was and had to bite her hp to keep from crying out with surprise. The tender nymph had made herself a cock out of modeling clay and then covered it with a rubber. The clay was flesh colored to make it seem more real. The rubber was glistening with the girl's fresh, hot juices. She was pushing that thing slowly in and out of her hairless slit. Alice watched it disappear with astonishment. The thing was at least seven inches long. But this twelve or thirteen-year-old was taking it to the hilt every time.
My god, Alice thought. I'm bigger than she is by a whole lot. Why can't I do something like that? She felt suddenly very inadequate. She was no woman at all, not even as much a woman as that little teeny-bopper with the clay cock.
By now the girl had braced her small feet against the corners of the booth and was leaning back, eyes glazed with joy. Her frizzy blonde hair dangled half over her face and her fingers were wet too where the sex juice had dripped back down to the base of the clay cock. Her hot little hole sucked around the rubber-sheathed penis like a small, hungry animal.
"Woweeee, ohhhhh, yeah, yeah, yeah!"
Alice could see the rise and fall of the girl's chest. Her small nipples were dark against the immature pink of her areola. And the barely distinct swell of each breast quivered as she bucked her boyish hips and rammed the home-made phallus as deep as it would go.
Alice saw the youngster shiver like a stake had been run through her belly. And then she was coming, her eyes closed, mouth open. Alice climbed down quickly and busied herself in another part of the store. When the girl came from the booth she was dressed again and her complexion glowed with health and happiness.
"Thanks for letting me look," she told Alice. "But I guess I won't buy anything today. I can't find quite what I'm looking for."
"Are you sure you didn't find it?" Alice said, unable to resist a little poke. The girl bhnked innocently and shook her head.
"No, but thanks again for letting me look." She left with her small paper bag.
Alice put the frocks back on the hangers after the girl was gone. Then she started looking for herself. With no customers in the place she could concentrate on what her aunt had in stock. She went down the aisles, fanning through the racks of lovely dresses and outfits.
After the third change of clothes, Alice decided to try something daringly sexy. She'd passed it up twice before because it seemed a little too much. But now she couldn't resist slipping it over her shoulders. It was a short dress more like an ice-skating costume than something one would wear on the street. The flowered skirt flared over her bottom just enough to cover it. When she bent over, she knew that her panties showed to anyone who might happen to be interested. The panties she had on were the skimpiest of bikini type underwear. She hardly felt like she was wearing anything at all underneath the sexy outfit. She twirled before a mirror, her blonde hah flying out from her shoulders.
"God, it feels so sinful!" She examined her reflection from every angle. There was probably not one man on the face of the earth who could see her and not lose his cool. Yet she felt so dumb. Especially after watching that mere child do such terribly sophisticated things to her own body. It was all Alice could do to get a finger in herself.
She was still considering whether or not to take the sexy dress as a gift from Margaret when the bell tingled, announcing another customer. But it wasn't a customer at ah, Alice saw upon turning. It was her Uncle Mitch. He was using a key he had to lock the front door behind him. Then he turned an out to lunch sign around and started towards the back of the shop. Alice ducked into a changing booth. She'd left her clothes in a different one and would have to hope that her uncle wouldn't discover her there in that extremely sexy frock. But when his footsteps came from the back of the shop she knew that he was going to smell her out. He knew she was watching the shop for Margaret. And he hadn't locked the place up for nothing.
"Hey beautiful, I know you're hiding somewhere. You might as well come out and talk to me.
Alice cowered against the corner of the booth. She heard Mitch stop outside. Then he tried the door. She'd locked it of course. And now he knew.
"Okay, time to let me in, baby. You know why I'm here. I'm going crazy with wanting you. The other night I think I just about flipped when your hot little pussy closed down on my finger. So all I've been thinking about is how that little hole would feel closing down on my cock."
"Nhhoooooo!" Alice shuddered, too afraid to keep quiet any longer. Her uncle reached over the top of the booth and undid the latch. Then he was standing there before her. Her escape was blocked. She watched him undo his belt and slide his pants down.
"Margaret will be back," Alice cried.
"I just saw her at the bank. She's all tied up in some kind of red tape. She won't be back for another hour at least." His shorts were next and the upward swing of his cock made Alice almost pee her skimpy panties. His cock looked even bigger than it had seemed under the table when she'd had her hands on it.
"Mitch, I promised Margaret that I wouldn't-"
"Wouldn't play around with her old man? Aw, to hell with Margaret." He had his shirt off now. His muscles rippled and his cock throbbed darkly at the tip. It looked like something one could beat a person into unconsciousness with. Heavy, hard, hot. Alice couldn't seem to draw her eyes away from it. Mitch reached out suddenly and grabbed her by the hah.
"You'd better get used to it right now," he said, pulling her down. She was forced to go down on her knees on the carpet of the changing booth. Mitch still blocked the doorway, his feet spread on the rug. He pinched her behind the jaw and she opened her mouth with a scream.
"Don't make me get rough," he warned, "cause I'm here to get what I want. I'm not leaving without it."
"Mitch, ohhhh, God, don't do this!"
"What do you mean? You know you want it as bad as I want to give it to you."
"Nhoooo!"
"You want to feel this chunk of hot cock sliding between those white thighs."
"Mitch, don't say these things." She was staring up at him for mercy, her eyes sad and damp. His cock bobbed only a few inches from her lips. She shuddered to think of what her uncle had in mind. It was then that she saw a small camera in his hand. She watched him insert an equally small flash bulb.
"I hope you're ready for a meal," he smiled, eyes glinting.
"Mitch, I'm your niece! Have you forgotten?"
"That's one thing I haven't forgotten." He wound a long hank of her blonde hah around his fingers. His feverish glans bumped under her chin and Alice closed her eyes. But he had her jaw again then, forcing it open. She felt the bulging knob brush between her lips and then inside her mouth. She made a muffled gasp of surprise as her tongue dipped and fluttered from the shock she felt.
"Ohhhh!" she groaned, her hands pressing against her uncle's thighs. But he held her close, pumping his strong ass a little as her tongue continued to twitch against the underside of his cock. She could feel the little lumps there on the bottom of the tip. She could taste the hot male musk of him and feel the tickle of his cock hair as his balls swung forward under her chin. How much of that thing was he going to ram down her throat? She wallowed her head from side to side as he continued to fuck her mouth. She knew that the tip was going to choke her if he kept on. It was rubbing the sides of her molars now!
"Ghhhaaaaa!"
"Ohhh, shit, you sweet little chunk of pussy!" He forced her head forward and back, forward and back. A dribble of spit trickled from the corner of her mouth and hung from her chin for a moment before splatting down on her thigh. She was still on her knees on the carpet before him. Her eyes closed in shame and embarrassment.
"Every woman should know how to suck cock," Mitch said, voice heavy with lust. She was aware of the flash going off. He advanced the film and called her to look up. No sooner had she turned her big blue eyes up at him than he flashed another snapshot. She gave a little whimper of defeat. Mitch put the camera aside and held her head with both hands. Then he thrust his cocktip into the tightness between her tonsils. Alice thrashed around on the floor as her gagging reflexes made her stomach buck violently. But Mitch kept ramming that huge cock into her mouth until his balls were pressed tight against her chin. At last the convulsions passed and Alice hung there limp and defeated, her uncle's cock throbbing hotly against the very back of her throat.
"I wanted to let you eat my cum," he said, out of breath, "but looking at you in that dress really turns me on to something else."
"UHhhhh! Ghhhhhhuuhh," Alice moaned, feeling him pulling his cock slowly from her mouth. She licked her lips and looked up at him. That thing was even bigger now and glistening with her saliva. Her uncle pulled her up onto her feet and pulled a piece of cord from his pants on the floor. Alice was helpless to resist as he bound her wrists together and pulled them straight up over her head. There was a clothes hook on the wall behind and Mitch tied the cord securely to it.
"Ohhhhh, Mitch, it'll kill me if you do this! It will kill me so you might as well just do it first so I won't feel so much pain!" Alice was shaking violently. She knew that her tiny little hole wouldn't take anything like Mitch had between his legs. He came forward to press his prick between her thighs. She could just barely touch the floor of the booth with her toes. She didn't have enough room to swing herself out of the way. Mitch fingered the crotch-band of her panties until he'd succeeded pushing the dainty silk up into her crevice. Then he pulled the skimpy covering to one side and plunged a finger into her hole.
"Yuuuhhhhh!" Alice cried, her body jerking from the force of the penetration. She felt him herself on anything to keep from being skewered.
"Ohhh, it's gonna go in!" she babbled. "I can feel it tearing me!"
"You have a tough little cherry," her uncle whispered, biting her earlobe hungrily. "But it'll be better to get rid of the damned thing."
"Ohhh, God, Mitch, I'm scared."
"And you want it too, don't you? You want to get fucked."
"Yes! I mean, no!" She gulped and tried to think straight. Her body tingled and glowed. She felt almost like she was floating. Even her wrists didn't hurt anymore where Mitch had tied them. She dangled from the hook, her uncle's cock wedging itself deeper with every passing second.
"Stop! You'll get me pregnant!"
"No chance. I had my cords cut. That way I can play around with my young niece as much as I want and she won't have to worry." Alice was sure he was lying to her.
"Ohhh, it's hurting. I can feel my hole getting bigger." And then there was a tearing sensation and she felt her own weight pressing her down, down over the head of her uncle's big prick. Her pussy dripped blood. The hot rivulet went down one thigh and puddled at her toes where she tried to hold herself up. Mitch growled with victory and grabbed her slender body. His big arms crushed the air from her chest and her breasts flattened against him. She let her head flop to the side as he ate at her neck and chin. Then his hips gave an animal-like lunge and she opened her mouth to scream. No scream came. Instead she let out a shuddering whimper as Mitch's cock penetrated her at least six inches. He gave another little jerk and it went in another two. She quivered there, stuck on that hot, stiff thing!
"Ohhh, whuuuuhhh, Mitch!"
"You got it baby, you got it all!"
"Uhhhhh!"
"Feels good, doesn't it?"
"Hurts. Hurts!"
"But it feels good too."
"Yehhhssss. Feels good. Feels soooo good!" She kissed him back then, let him suck her hot tongue. He was holding her up enough so that her weight wasn't on her arms. She just sagged back against the wall as he thrust and bit her neck and took her up and up on a winding spiral of lust delight. The friction, the hurt was good. She could feel the hot, hard rub of his prick inside her. She could feel her fresh wound being tortured by his hugeness. But the pain added somehow to her feeling of pleasure. It was pleasure without doubt. It made her want to bite him back. And Alice did. She bit his shoulder until he winced and found her mouth with his and pushed his tongue almost to the back of her throat. Then he was butting her with his body, banging her ass against the back of the booth.
"That's the way baby," he grunted, giving her his cock until she felt a stretching tingle way up inside her belly. He was pressed against the mouth of her womb now! She was really getting fucked good.
"Faster Mitch! Ohhhh do it to me faster!"
Now her legs weren't just hanging limply to the floor. Her muscles hardened and she lifted them up and hooked them over her uncle's hips. Then she scissored her ankles and squeezed, using this position to hold herself up some. Her ass was free to work and she worked it like crazy. She could feel that rigid shaft stuffed so deeply into her soft insides. Her hole still ached from the terrible stretching and her hymen leaked a continuous drip of blood. But the pleasure was wiping out most of the pain. Whatever hurt was left, Alice couldn't bother to pay attention to. She let her bottom jerk and wriggle as she stripped her uncle's prick by riding up and down with her pussy. She pulled against the hook where her wrists were still tied, lifting herself until only the throbbing glans was still embedded inside her lips. Then with a breathless whimper she made circles with her ass as she let herself down again.
"Alice. Ohhh, baby, that's fantastic!"
"Uhhhhh, Mitch, I'm about to lose my mind!"
"Get up high again, sweetheart. Yeah! Like that!" He lurched upwards, trying to fuck her deeper but she held herself just out of reach. Only his cocktip sucked and pressed at the clasped opening of her vagina. Then again she let him have an inch, two inches, four inches. He grunted with want and she quickly pulled it away from him.
"Give! Give to Mitch!"
"You want it awful bad."
"I sure do!" He pulled at her slim hips and smothered his groan between her plump, warm tits.
She let her head fall back against the wall as he sucked a nipple between his teeth and began to chew it gingerly. But she held her pussy high, smihng at the way her uncle was trying to climb the thin wall of the booth to get to her. Her arms trembled to hold her weight and she kept her legs tightly wound around his waist. He gave another lunge and the hook came out of the wall with a ripping sound. She let her arms fall around his neck. Her wrists were still bound as they crashed backwards against the door. Mitch unlocked it and they were suddenly spinning before a set of mirrors.
"Oh look at us!" Alice squealed, as excited by her own reflection as she was by her uncle's. The blood that leaked down her white skin seemed to add to the sexuality of the scene. She hugged him and let herself slip weakly down again. His cock went into her swollen pussy an inch at a time and Alice rested her chin on her uncle's shoulder and watched in one of the big mirrors as the juices spread down into his balls and cock hah. There was a slippery sound as he went in to the hilt. Then she pumped frantically and closed her eyes as her climax shot through her like a fiery arrow.
"It's getting tighter," Mitch whispered. "God Alice, it's really closing down. It's about to squeeze the jizz right out of me!"
"Oh, let it come!" she babbled. "Let it spurt real deep!"
And something was spurting. She could feel the spasms that rode up his shaft with each fountain of hot cum. Then there was liquid squirting out from her cunt. It was creamy and slick and it went down her leg to mingle with the blood. She kissed her uncle's mouth so hard that she tasted blood. He crushed her in his big arms and they sank to the carpet to pump and fight each other in the throes of orgasm. Alice could hear them as if she were watching from another spot outside her own body. She knew it must sound like a couple of animals going at it. She didn't care what they sounded like. Her Uncle's big cock was sliding in and out of her pussy. The itchy goodness spread and' exploded and spread again to explode even more fantastically. Her body was wracked with an ecstatic convulsion that hardly let her breathe. She was dizzy, almost passing out. She couldn't bother with any other thought than what was happening to her at that exact moment! The heavy slap of Mitch's balls against the underside of her ass. The hot roughness of his mouth smothering hers. The spearing thickness that threatened to tear her in two! And all of it peaked finally into the last upward spiral of pleasure. Alice opened her mouth and screamed.
"Baby, baby," Mitch grunted, still plunging at her. Alice screamed again. And then everything blacked out.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Margaret started to light a cigarette but decided she really didn't want the damned thing. She was looking out over the trees behind the house. It was a peaceful summer evening. At least out there it was. Behind her Billy stalked back and forth in the room. It was the first time she'd ever seen him really drink hard at anything. And even though it was just a beer can be held, he seemed to be going at it somewhat awkwardly. Margaret would have been more amused if it weren't for the uncertainty which had suddenly engulfed everything.
"Look, Billy, I don't know any more than you do. I returned from the bank to find the boutique locked. There was a note inside. The same one I let you read." Margaret shrugged. "Alice had a sudden pang of homesickness for her mother. She called Mitch to have him take her up there in the car."
Billy stopped stalking and looked at her with a frown.
"But Alice was glad to get away from Mom and Dad, same as I was," he said. "I can't figure her going back for any reason. Especially not homesickness."
"Wish I could tell you more," Margaret said. Of course she could tell him more but she chose not to. She could tell Billy about the damp places on the carpet inside one of the changing booths. Someone had soiled the carpet and made a hurried attempt at cleaning it up. But whoever had done it hadn't found the other spot on the little bench-like seat. The blood. Someone had bled all over her boutique. Margaret shuddered to think of what might have happened. And she knew that whatever had transpired, her husband was deeply involved in the mystery. She could conjure up all sorts of awful nightmares without half trying. Had Mitch craved his own niece so hotly that he'd gotten drunk and gone to the boutique and raped her? Had he even perhaps murdered her in a confused state of lust and passion? No, that was ridiculous to even consider. And yet ah those terrible possibilities kept presenting themselves.
"I'm sure Mitch or Alice will call soon," she said finally crossing to where Billy stood running his fingers through his long, blond hair. She had to think optimistically. She had to think of pleasant things. Like the way her nephew's thighs looked. He really did have a nice ass. The shorts fit him tight and even in a soft state, his cock bulged out down one leg a little. She went over and hugged him from behind, her hands rubbing his hard belly. It was funny how easily she could forget all that other crap when she got close to Billy. There was really no use worrying about anything until they knew something for sure. She let her fingers stroke the flesh around his navel. It was fun inching under his t-shirt like that.
"Anyway," she continued, "this does mean you and I will be alone for a while."
"I, I don't know Aunt Margaret. I feel funny about the other night. I mean, everybody knew we were out in the boat. And then Betty heard all that screaming. Maybe somebody else heard it, too. I was surprised that Mitch didn't have a man-to-man talk with me. I was sure shaking in my boots just thinking about how pissed off he might-"
"Oh, sshhhhh," Margaret scolded, putting a finger over his lips. She hugged him, pumped her hips against his muscled bottom. Then she got under his t-shirt again and began to stroke his hard little male nipples. Billy shuddered and tried to drink more of his beer.
"You'd better not, Margaret. What if Mitch and Alice came back?"
"He's taking her back home for a little visit, remember?" She pressed her cheek against his back and let her hands stray again. Down. Down to where his shorts cut across his abdomen. She dug under them and searched for the tangle of blond curls that grew around the base of his prick. She felt his cock thickening even before she touched it.
"Ohhhhh, God!"
"You're such a lovely man," she whispered, undoing his shorts then. Billy was wearing a jock strap and the strong elastic pouch excited her. What a neat way for a man to go around. Carrying his jewels and cock in a cozy little sack.
"Where's Betty?" Billy gasped when he finally got a little air into his lungs.
"Is there something between you and Betty?" Margaret said, narrowing her eyes.
"No, I just wondered. I wouldn't like to be surprised."
Margaret persisted. "That night of the beach party. You and Betty were gone for a pretty long time getting that stuff from the store. And you were kind of embarrassed when I was asking those questions."
"What questions?" Billy asked, embarrassed again.
"About if a girl had ever sucked your cock." Billy pulled away and sat down in a chair.
"God, Margaret, you sure aren't afraid to just come right out and say it."
"I'm too old to bother with politeness any more." She watched him. "Well? Have you and Betty, you know, gotten it on?" She could see he still had a huge erection. Billy had tried to button back up, but the head of his cock had slipped out of the pouch of the jock strap. The darkened head crept out of one leg of the white tennis shorts. Margaret came over and knelt before him. "You haven't answered my question."
"I'd rather not."
She shrugged and smiled, knowing the truth anyway. It was written all over her nephew's face.
But his cocktip was really throbbing now. The head had crept another inch down Billy's leg. She leaned her head down and rolling back the leg of his shorts, placed a wet-lipped kiss against his glans.
"Ohhhhhhh, shit," Billy sighed, leaning back in the chair. Margaret undressed him with eager fingers. She left his t-shirt on, tossing his shorts and jock strap behind her on the rug. Then she held the proud, white prick with trembling fingers and licked her lips over and over.
"God, darling, we can fuck our brains out while my husband is gone."
"Wrong. It's so wrong to do it like this," Billy moaned, eyes half closed. She saw that the foreskin still covered the flared part of his tip. With her lips she forced it back enough to pull the hot knob between her teeth. Her nephew squirmed deeper into the chair. She flicked her tongue rapidly against the magic spot that seemed to excite a man more than anywhere else. Billy gave another groan and stretched his legs. Instead of taking his cock deep into her mouth, she concentrated on the head. She wanted to take him up fast, wanted to show him that she was devoted to his pleasure completely. She knew she could have him wound around her little pinky if she played her cards right.
"Aunt Margaret. Jesus Christ, I'm, I'm--" "Mmmmmmmm," she cooed, her tongue going wild at the lobes under his tip. The flesh there was not used to being exposed to such friction. Usually it was covered by the protective tube of his foreskin. It was as tender and smooth as anything she'd ever touched. She hooked her teeth behind the crown of his velvety glans and sanded him with her tongue with all the energy she could muster.
Billy gave a choked cry and shoved his back into the chair cushion. Margaret felt the swell of his tube as the cream jolted upwards. She had always had a deep desire to watch that stuff bubble out of a man. Sometimes, long ago, Mitch had allowed her that pleasure. Now she meant to have it again.
Jacking him steadily with her hand she took her lips away to watch the first fountain of jizz leap into the air. It went two feet and plopped down on her nephew's thigh. His face was dark red from the tension. She smiled with the pleasure of her dripping pussy as it convulsed in sympathy for Billy's turbulent state.
"Oh god, Margaret! Suck! Suck me please! I'm begging you!"
She sucked him. She sucked his frothing prick to the back of her throat and swallowed hard to get the slick strings of jizz down. His balls really exploded then, spattering the inside of her mouth with his cum. Billy grabbed her head and held her there as he pumped his hips on the chair cushion. A white droplet appeared at one of her nostrils and dripped down her upper hp. She felt it make a string that hung off her chin. Then Billy let her head go and she was riding up and down with her lips. Up and down his rigid shaft, sucking and stripping the cum from his tube with her tongue tip.
When it was over, she kissed his mouth with her cummy lips. Billy staggered up, dazed. He held to the back of the chair for a long while before daring to test his legs.
"Boy, if your daughter had come in," Billy said, shaking his head.
"Betty isn't even here today," Margaret said, wiping her hand under her chin. "She told me she was going to town." Margaret came over and took his hand. "Now why don't we go upstairs. I haven't even had a chance to take off my clothes yet."
"You sure it's okay?"
"Of course my young and innocent darling." She lifted her hah up and tilted her head. "Kiss my neck, please." Billy took her in his arms and did what she wanted. She could feel the still firm sag of his cock against her. She wanted more of it. Lots more. She'd suck him hard again and let him fuck her in every position known to man! She was going to have a feast while she had the chance. When Mitch came back he'd surely bring his cynical, bored mood back with him. But now she had the run of her house and she had her young nephew and she had a bad case of horny to boot.
"Ohhhh, hurry darling, let's go to my bedroom."
"Maybe my bedroom would be better," Billy put in.
"If you feel more comfortable there, I'm game." Margaret smiled wickedly. "Do you have any rope?"
"Some nylon cord I use when I go camping. What do you want with that?"
"I want to tie you up, darling. I've wanted to get a man tied up ever since I can remember."
"Sounds kind of weird." Billy let her pull him towards the staircase.
"It is. And it's wonderful. You'll see my sweet Billy, you'll see." They went up the stairs arm in arm.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Betty was very quickly going bananas. It seemed that everybody was having a ball except her. Just when she thought she'd had Billy in her little hot pocket, he'd gotten vague and spaced out and all tangled up in her mother's clutches.
"My own mother! It's enough to make you puke." Actually there wasn't anything particularly sickening about it. Betty was just plain old jealous. And now she had the added guilt of what she'd come to with her own brother. After hours of their old little game of carnal knowledge, Betty had broken down. She'd tossed away the rules they'd always used and begged Lee to really do it to her. Crying from the guilt, Lee had put his cock into her smoldering hole. Betty had come almost instantly but Lee had been more emotionally tangled from the intimacy and pulled out before his rocks had exploded. He'd sat cursing on the floor, his own hand finishing the job. Betty had wanted him to have as much pleasure as she had. Lee hadn't waited to listen to her soothing words. He'd gone to his room and locked the door. A day had passed and Betty hadn't seen him. Until five minutes ago when she'd turned the block by the Walgreen's and seen him duck inside. She parked and followed. He was trying to hide behind a paperback when she came up.
"Looks good, why don't you buy it?" She poked him in the belly. "Except it would probably be more exciting if you turned it around. Unless you like to read upside down."
"You better leave me alone, Betty."
"My own brother? If you have something bothering you I want to talk it out."
"You know what's bothering me."
"The fact that you put your cock in my pussy, most likely."
"Hey, be quiet would you?" He glowered at her. Betty saw how his eyes were like Margaret's when he was mad. She wanted to pinch him for being such an ass about what had happened between them.
"Didn't you like it?"
"Like what?"
"Like fucking me?" Betty pushed out her chest a little. She'd dolled herself up that morning and her green eye shadow heightened the haunting effect of her large eyes. She touched her brother's arms, let her fingernails dig in a little.
"You know what Betty?" Lee said, shaking his head. "You need help. Psychiatric help."
"After all the times you've pushed that vibrator into me? Maybe we'd both better go see a shrink." Lee started to say something else but bit his hp instead.
"I've got to go somewhere," he stammered finally.
"No you're not. Not this time. You always run away just when the fight gets good. I'm not going to let you talk yourself into being some kind of sex martyr. There's absolutely nothing wrong with what happened the other day. Except the junk you've got in your head."
She followed Lee around an aisle. He stopped to tell her to go to hell and she sidled up close before he had a chance to get the words out.
"Oh, this is convenient." She plucked a small package from the rack in front of them. "Prophylactics. Condoms. Rubbers." She giggled naughtily. "Let's buy some and go use them all up in one day!"
"You're out of it." Lee snapped back.
"Wasn't that the reason you were so shook up the other day? Weren't you worried about making a baby in me?"
"Yeah. Among other things."
"Like getting caught. That's all."
"Mom would have a heart attack if-"
"Honestly I don't think our mother would give a goddamn if she caught us going at it. You know what she's doing with your own cousin, don't you?"
"You're just guessing."
"I'm a pretty good guesser." Betty chose the most expensive condom on the shelf and held it out to her brother. "Do you want to buy it or shall I?" Lee didn't say anything so Betty marched up to the cash register and put her purchase on the counter. The lady rang up the sale and glanced secretly at the two of them. Lee blushed and looked up and down.
"What if she knows we're brother and sister?" he said when they'd stepped out of the store.
"Who gives a shit what she thinks?" Betty waved him to her car. "Just leave yours here in town, I'll drive."
"Where to?" Lee asked, getting in but staying by the door.
"Why home of course. Can you think of a better place?"
"Look Betty, I don't even know if I should go with you."
"You're dying to get one of these rubbers on and push your hot little cock into my pussy again." She curled her lips at him and licked the bottom one slowly. "You know that that's all you've been thinking about for the past two days."
Lee dropped his eyes. "Yeah. I can't get it out of my mind. How it felt."
"Me neither." She put a hand against the swell in his jeans. "Let's go do it again."
"What if Mom is home?"
"Well, we're not going to do it on the patio," Betty sniggered. "Quit worrying and hold on." She burned rubber away from the curb and headed out of town.
* * *
Margaret was about to come for the fourth time. The effect of having a man under her, of having him bound and helpless, had injected her with a crazed passion. She'd never been so highly aroused in her life. She was too feverish with wanting more cock to worry about her nephew's choked gasps as she lifted her ass and drove it down again to penetrate her nephew's choked gasps as she lifted her ass and drove it down again to penetrate herself with that rigid, white shaft that jutted from between his legs.
"God, Margaret, you're gonna t-t-tear it off!" he panted.
"I've got to have another one. It's so close! Ohhhhh, Christ, it's sooooo close!" "Uhhhh!"
"You beautiful animal," she growled, biting him on the shoulder again. There were already a few bleeding places where she'd feasted on his muscled, masculine bod. And Billy couldn't do a damn thing about it. His hands were bound to the bedposts as were his ankles. He was spread-eagled and he belonged to her. With agonizing slowness she arched her back, drawing her pussy up his prick until only the tip was surrounded by her hot, slick pussy. She pumped like that for a few moments, feeling the mouth of her vagina open around the shape and then clasp tight again. She was panting, sobbing for another release. It would probably exhaust her completely this time. But then maybe not. Maybe she'd want another, and another.
"God, hurry up would you. My cock hurts!"
"I'll take as much time as I want," she told him, staring into his handsome face. It thrilled her to be the boss now. This young stud was going to find out what a real fucking was all about. She ran her fingertips up and down his chest as her breasts swayed heavily above his body. The sucking sound of her pussy slipping down again sounded wonderful. She took him to the hilt and then let her body rest against his as she pumped with renewed energy. Her thighs slipped inside Billy's and she clasped them tightly together, tightening her pussy around his prick. The friction made him groan and toss his head.
"I can keep you as hard as I want."
"I never came three times before," he managed to say between clamped teeth.
"Why don't you come another time too?"
"God!"
She kissed him hard on the mouth, pushing her tongue in and out between his teeth. He gave in to her rape of him, moaning. Margaret felt that burning tickle at last. She knew she could catch it now, knew that all she had to do was to keep grinding her swollen, dripping pussy against the base of her nephew's prick. It felt glorious. It was a sharp, almost too intense spasm as the waves of pleasure rode up her body. She screamed and sank her teeth into Billy's shoulder again. He jerked against the ropes and the bed creaked, but held. It was like she had a raging stallion bound and helpless to do her will. She shuddered and her eyes fluttered closed as her climax pounded through her like some rampaging, unseen animal.
"Yuuuuhhhh, ohhhhhh God!"
"Margaret, I'm gonna come too!"
"Darling, darling!" She threw her ass around in wilder and wilder circles as the climax intensified. Then she had the strongest desire to have her nephew's jizz in her mouth. She was still coming a little when she jerked her pussy from his angry-looking cock and scooted down his tense body.
"Uhhh, what are you doing to me?" Billy whimpered, thrusting the air, his bulging glans slapping wetly against his belly. Margaret gathered it into her hands and began to massage it with delirious excitement. She licked and sucked along the shaft until the first droplet of cum formed at the tip. Then slowing her titillation, she only rubbed him enough to bring the first jet of his cream spurting from the tiny orifice. She had her mouth open for it and the hot sap spattered in the back of her throat.
"Whhhuuuuhhh," Billy groaned, every muscle in his body corded out as he pulled mightily against the nylon ropes. Margaret let her mouth surround him for a second and then jacked him with both hands. She let the curds bubble up against the underside of her chin, against her cheeks and upper hp. The hot splats rained on her, dripped down the bridge of her nose and into her mouth. She smeared the stuff around and pumped her moaning nephew's prick for more. It came in even thicker globs, pouring out like the eruption of a small volcano now. She lapped at the translucent fluid with hot cries for more. Until there was no more. Until her nephew gave another huge shudder and settled into the bed. His cock wilted quickly, losing its stiffness, melting down into his cum-matted pubic hair.
Margaret sat on her haunches watching with disappointment, the jizz drying on her face. She lay her head against Billy's belly and listened to the rumbles and sigh of his insides as the poor kid tried to regain a little strength. God had she ravished him! And it'd been the most exciting thing that had happened in her life. She put a finger gingerly against her raw hole and pressed the raw, red membranes.
"Rest darling," she said, eyes spaced. "I want you again. I've got to have more."
"Oh, God, Margaret! Let me loose. You could kill me like this."
"Then let's die together," she laughed, feeling crazy. Yes, she was crazy. Crazy as anybody in the damned family was. As Mitch was, running away with Alice like that. The sonofabitch. He was going to catch hell in the end. And he knew it and still didn't give a damn. Margaret let out a crazy laugh and Billy stared at her in fear.
"Untie me. God please untie me!"
"In a little while, my darling. In a little while." Margaret got up and walked slowly to the door.
* * *
When Alice came out of her faint, she knew that her uncle had lost his mind once and for all. He was speeding somewhere in the car, Alice had no idea which direction. He gave her a long, lusty look and turned his attention back to the road. For a while she drifted between semi-consciousness and sleep. Only the jar of being picked up and carried to the motel room awakened her enough to know that they had in fact stopped. Mitch poured himself a drink from a bottle of bourbon and stood at the foot of the bed looking at her. Alice had tried to speak but couldn't think of what to say. Her mound was caked with blood but there was no pain. She knew Mitch was going to fuck her again. And he did.
It didn't hurt. She'd been ready for the pain, ready to scream and beg for mercy. But instead she found herself growling, grasping his shuddering body as he pumped her full of hot jizz. She'd slept again. She'd awakened. Mitch was eating her pussy. That's why she'd stirred from the strange dreams that stayed with her all the time now.
"Ohhhh, Mitch, don't!" she'd sighed. And then she'd come. It had been almost painful, the orgasm. Her toes had reached for something-something sohd. But there was only the mattress to dig her heels into. Then Mitch had rolled her over onto her belly and inserted his prick into her ass. That hadn't hurt either. It felt so greasy. Like his cock was covered with Vaseline. She'd come with a weak whimper and passed out again. The next time she woke up it was dark outside. Mitch was in the shower, singing some insane song. Weakly, Alice swung her coltish legs out of bed and tried to stand. It took her three times to make it to the dresser. She leaned against the chair and tried to focus on her reflection.
Her body was streaked with blood and cum. There was no telhng what her uncle had done to her while she slept. Her rectum ached a little but other than that she felt no pain. Just very, very tired.
"I've got to get out of here," she told herself. She smiled back out of the mirror. It was a pretty thin smile. She saw the bottle of bourbon and poured some into a glass. The melted ice weakened it enough for her to get a couple of swallows down. "Oh, God, what does he want to do with me after this?" Old newspaper stories flicked through her mind. Stories about young girls kidnapped by crazed kinfolks and taken to some lonely spot where they were sexually assaulted.
"No, Uncle Mitch wouldn't do that. That I know. She sipped more bourbon. He hadn't hurt her after all. But this running away with her, taking her out of Margaret's boutique, it was so crazy! Did he expect his wife to just look the other way? Of course he had probably made up some story to tell when he got back. Alice didn't think she could bear facing Margaret again if she had to return with Mitch. Better she come back alone. Maybe then she could tell her aunt what had happened. Maybe she could make Margaret understand.
"Yes, that's what I've got to do. Now!"
The singing in the shower continued. Alice found a towel, poured water from the pitcher over it. Then she cleaned herself up as best as she could. She dried on the bedspread and hunted for her clothes. There was only a terrycloth robe. Mitch had probably wrapped her in it and carried her out the back of the shop to the alley to his car. He hadn't even taken her clothes along. Had Margaret found them in the shop? There wasn't time for questions much less for answers. She threw on the robe and tied it in front. Mitch's keys were in his trousers. But just as she started for the door, the shower stopped and she heard her uncle drying briskly, still singing. She took the extra few seconds to tie tight knots in the legs of his slacks. Then she streaked to the door and jumped in the Cadillac.
The engine cranked and cranked and still wouldn't start. It would be just a few moments before Mitch stepped out of the bathroom and found her gone. Then he'd get to his pants. She didn't know how long that trick would delay him. Then the engine caught and she raced it and pulled the lever into reverse. The big car lurched, squealing across the lot. Mitch appeared at the door in his shorts. He looked so ridiculous that Alice realized she didn't really despise him for the liberties he'd taken with her. There were even some things he'd done that she'd never forget. But just for the hell of it she threw him the finger. Then the Caddy lurched again and she streaked rubber out of the motel parking lot and into the street.
She had to ask where she was at a service station and the attendant looked like he was about to climb in the front seat with her to make sure she got where she was going. She was relieved to discover that she was only a half-hour away from the big house and the lake.
* * *
"Anybody home?" she called. The front room was empty. She walked around the couch and was heading for the kitchen when she saw the pair of shorts on the rug. Beside them was a jock strap. Her brother's jock strap. Just holding it in her hand gave her such an odd feeling. She sucked in a breath and felt her nipples glow.
That hadn't ever happened to her. At least not before Mitch had taken her in that booth and then taken her again and again in the motel room. She was suddenly obsessed with the idea of incest. Maybe once a person indulged in it, it was like a drug. She thought of Billy again, his blond hair much like hers, his blue eyes like hers.
"What is Billy's jockey strap doing here?" she whispered in the empty room. She turned to the stairs and started up. She felt so strange. Like she'd become another person. Something had changed inside her. And the rub of her ravished pussy lips against her clit had her trembling before she reached the landing. She clutched the first doorknob she came to. Billy's doorknob. She worked it and went inside.
"Ohhh, God!" she gasped, staring, hardly believing.
"Sis!" Billy turned his head. He'd been sleeping. Alice didn't see how. Not with his arms and legs ah tied up like that. But then she was looking at the wilted shape of his cock. As she watched, it lengthened and thickened. The foreskin began to slide back from the tip as she watched the erection fill out with trapped blood. It held her gaze like some strange and exotic cobra. Her brother's penis. Her brother's prick. It was beautiful!
"Alice, what's wrong with you?" Billy pulled against the ropes. Alice heard his voice but it was like it was a hundred miles away. She kept staring at his cock. Then she let the terry robe fall from her shoulders. She stepped naked towards the bed. She could see only that hard, throbbing cock now. The purple head was getting big enough to slide out from the foreskin cover. It was glistening with slickness. She reached out and circled it with her fingers.
"Alice! Ohhh, goddamn, Alice. Can't you hear me?"
"Close your eyes," she said. "Be still, be quiet." She swung her long leg over him and felt behind her ass for the stiff shape. It was fully erect now and she jacked the skin back to expose the feverish knob of meat that was the glans.
"Alice!"
"Shhhhh." She arched her back and rocked her hips backwards. The hot touch of her brother's cock made her give a whimper. Yes, she wanted it. She wanted it skin to skin, flesh to flesh to flesh, brother to sister. With a squirming movement of her slender hips, she felt the ridged part slip into her. Her breasts felt heavy. She rested them against her brother's chest and found his mouth with hers. Then she made another sharp movement and felt his shaft slip between the inner folds of her pussy.
"Nhhhuuuhhh, Alice!"
But she smothered his protests with her tongue and then she was humping him furiously, crying through flared nostrils as the tickling itch of ecstasy surged through her insides.
