As our modern society grows increasingly complex and confusing, philosophies, religions, and divergent life styles are constantly appearing to try to fill the gap that was left when man left the closeness of family and tight-knit communities. Each of these experiments seems more bizarre than the last, especially after lurid coverage by the press, but astonishingly enough, many have come to be almost commonplace after a few years time.
Moral principles as our forefathers knew them are no longer relevant, and we must now judge these sometimes startling attempts to enrich life by new, less rigid standards. The world is changing so rapidly now that it would be presumptuous to try to judge anything so hastily.
Authoress Helga Goering has delved deeply into one new life pattern which is far more common than most of us realize in American middle-class suburbs. These professional, educated parents are of a class which used to be considered the moral backbone of our country, but they have apparently found no true satisfaction in that role and have reverted to the more primitive involvement in their families.
Ms. Goering tells us that she was inspired to write this hard-hitting novel after witnessing one instance of a family who had found what they considered to be a better, more fulfilling life through incest. It is this same family, with all names and details changed to protect the people concerned, naturally which she portrays in A Stepmother's Delight, but she insists that this is no isolated incident. Before even starting to write, she researched in several typical suburban communities in Massachusetts, New Jersey, Indiana, Iowa, and California ... the results of her surveys show that a shocking 20% of the families interviewed had engaged in some form of incest!
We think that our readers will find this well-written fictionalized account of a true-to-life phenomena to be of great interest. Not only is the novel enjoyable in itself for its character portrayals and action, but the unanswered questions it raises are certainly ones that all of us might do well to consider seriously.
We, the publishers, extend our thanks to Ms. Goering for her extensive research and devastatingly honest rendition of one of America's social problems.
-The Publishers
CHAPTER ONE
Hank Hansen couldn't help glancing uneasily over his shoulder in the direction of the steps leading up from the large wood-paneled family room, though he could tell that his nervousness irritated the voluptuous young redhead who cuddled beside him on the side leather couch. Even though he knew perfectly well that his daughter Holly was spending the day with her girlfriend, and, that his two teenaged sons weren't due home from boarding school for another two weeks, it just didn't seem right to be kissing and caressing like this at three o'clock on a Saturday afternoon with sunlight streaming in through the windows and the neighbor's lawnmower humming industriously outside.
"Hey lover, what's wrong?" Gloria McDonald purred, inching her curvaceous, mini-skirted body even closer to the handsome older man. "Holly's not coming back for hours, so we don't have a thing to worry about."
"Yeah, yeah," Hank muttered, pulling imperceptibly away from the lovely redhead at the mention of his fourteen year old daughter's name. "But still...."
"Still what?!" Gloria pursed her full red lips in a playful pout and batted her long eyelashes up at the man whom she'd been dating these past six months. He, acted so stuffy and proper sometimes that it was really annoying ... though in the long run, of course, it was this same quality of dignified maturity which had attracted her to him. With his salt-and-pepper hair and air of polite respect, Hank was a hundred times more attractive to her than the selfish, "swinging" youths she'd gone around with before meeting him.
"Still what, lover?" she asked again, gently tugging his face down toward hers and pressing her warm lips against his mouth. "After all, we're engaged ... so what's wrong with showing a little affection, hmmmmm?"
As Gloria's soft lush lips pressed against his own, Hank felt his initial reservations beginning to melt away. His girlfriend had a way of making him do whatever she wanted ... and after all, it had been over a week since they'd really been alone together, not since her roommate broke up with her boyfriend and began spending her evenings moping around the small apartment. Now, as the twenty-two year old's silken auburn hair brushed against his cheek and the firm warmth of her bare thigh pressed against his trouser leg, Hank Hansen knew that once again Gloria's seductive magic was weakening his reserve.
"N-nothing's wrong, baby," he gulped. "It's only that...." His voice trailed off, for he couldn't think of anything to say that wouldn't make him seem like a tiresome, uptight old man. Beads of nervous perspiration broke out on his forehead, and he reached up to loosen the top button of his sport shirt.
Gloria drew away from her fiance's unresponsive mouth, flicked her pink tongue over her full lips till they gleamed like red patent leather, then bent over so that they were grazing his silver-streaked hair and her heated breath was tickling his ear.
"Let me help you with that, honey," she purred in the low, provocative voice that she knew drove Hank wild. Then, before he had a chance to protest, her moist warm lips pressed up against his mouth again, her quivering tongue prodding at his teeth while her hands deftly unbuttoned all the buttons down the front of his shirt.
God! she thought as she eagerly caressed the thirty-nine year old's hard-muscled chest, he's so strong! He's a real man ... MY man!
Hank's face flushed a ruddy shade of red, but his lean body nevertheless began to relax against Gloria's softly pressing flesh as he watched her slim, crimson-nailed fingers tangling lovingly in the dark hairs on his chest. Even though they had been sleeping together for the past few months, he still wasn't really comfortable with her uninhibited ways. Sure, he loved her sensual, alluring personality; but after ten years of no sexual relationships at all except a few expensive but unfulfilling experiences with call girls during company conventions, he didn't quite know how to handle his sexy redheaded girlfriend.
The amazing thing was that Gloria McDonald seemed fascinated by him as he was with her. What could a beautiful, extroverted young woman see in a man seventeen years her senior with three half-grown children? Yet ever since he'd met her at the insurance office where she worked as a secretary and amazed himself by asking her out to dinner, she'd acted as though she couldn't care less about all the other younger males who still kept ringing her up and asking her out. She'd really given his ego-which had nearly been destroyed as far as relationships with women were concerned when his first wife Verna vanished without so much as a note saying goodbye, leaving him with three small kids-a tremendous boost, and Hank knew that marrying Gloria meant more to him than anything else, including his very successful real estate business. With the children growing up so quickly, he'd been starting to feel like an old man whose prime was past, but now the sensuous redhead had given him a new lease on life.
In spite of his intense pride and joy in his beautiful violet-eyes girlfriend, however, Hansen did feel a bit odd carrying on with a woman so very much younger than himself. Last weekend, for instance, when they'd gone for dinner to the swank Gull Harbor Inn on the outskirts of Kalamazoo and the waiter had referred to Gloria as his daughter, he'd thought he'd die of embarrassment. Even after she'd insisted that she didn't mind at all, that she preferred older men with experience in life, he couldn't help feeling as though he were jumping into waters above his head.
"Caress me," Gloria's seductive whisper broke through the businessman's troubled reverie. "Caress me all over...." Hank's brain began to whirl as the curvaceous redhead's warm, strawberry-textured tongue slipped between his teeth to tease at the sensitive walls of his mouth. At the same time, her stroking hands were tracing tantalizing, ever-widening circles across his naked torso, and suddenly all thoughts of his own inadequacy vanished from his mind. What really mattered, after all, except the here-and-now presence of this flame-haired young female?
In the next moment, Hank's hand was snaking impatiently up along the satin-fleshed inner thigh beneath her miniscule suede skirt, bunching up the soft fawn-colored leather fabric to reveal the translucent nylon lace of her skimpy bikini panties. A few curling tendrils of fox-colored pussy hair had escaped from underneath the tight elastic legband, and his fingers shook with excitement as he stroked up along her ripely rounded upper legs to trace the silken strand.
Jesus Christ, Gloria was just too beautiful to be true! She was the epitome of femininity, all supple, soft curves ... and every time they made love she surprised him with a new erotic delight. Right this moment, for example, she was pinching his tiny male nipples in a way that sent unexpected thrills of excitement rippling through his chest.
"Hey!" he exclaimed. "What're you doing?"
Gloria smiled impishly up at him, intensifying her pressuring of the little nerve-filled buttons.
"What's wrong, darling?" she teased. "Don't tell me no one ever did this to you before."
"But I'm a man!" Hank protested. "You don't play with a man's nipples!"
"Why not, lover? If it feels good, do it ... that's what I think."
Why not, indeed? Hank's mind was spinning from the heated tremors flickering from his stimulated nipples to every nerve ending in his body, and he buried his hand deeper in the softly quivering warmth of the redhead's pussy. Just because his first wife, Verna, hadn't tolerated any variations in lovemaking didn't mean that was the way things should always be.
"Anything that feels good, you say?" he smiled at Gloria, then suddenly shoved her down flat on her back on the leather couch. His inhibitions fading before his rising desire, he started tearing open the buttons on her apricot-colored blouse, pulling it off her shoulders within seconds even though his fingers shook with excitement.
"Let's make you feel good now...." he breathed, and both of his large hands crept forward to squeeze the tiny pink buds of each naked white breast between his thumb and forefinger.
"Ummmmmm, uuuuummmmmm," Gloria purred, wriggling her buttocks down against the smooth leather of the couch as delicious thrills coursed out from her straining breasts. She was glad she'd decided not to wear her brassiere today ... she could tell from the look in Hank's eyes that he was even more excited than usual.
The older man's eyes were indeed gleaming with lust as he gazed down in wonderment at the redhead's breasts; they looked for all the world like two rich mounds of whipped cream, topped by bright red berries which tautened beneath his kneading fingers.
"Feels good, baby?" he murmured, and then impulsively dropped his head to the tantalizing twin mounds and let his wet tongue flicker over the two pebble-hard nipples.
"Oh Hank, Hank ... oooohhhhh...." Gloria arched her back, thrusting her tingling breasts up toward her lover's face. He responded by lashing his heated tongue in moist circles all around her straining ivory-white flesh, and the sensuous girl began purring low in her throat as her excitement peaked. Down between her wantonly sprawled legs, where Hank's hand had played moments before, she could feel a gush of warm feminine fluid dampening the thin crotchband of her nylon lace panties, and her eyes fluttered shut as a great wave of longing for Hank Hansen's throbbing male thickness surged through her.
Suddenly Hank jerked, instinctively pulling his body away as he felt Gloria's deft fingers tugging down the zipper of his pants. For a brief moment his earlier doubts returned-what if little Holly should walk in and see what her father was doing?-but then his sensual girlfriend was pressing her body up toward his, and her warm fingers were fumbling inside his jockey shorts to grasp his rapidly stiffening penis. With a low groan, the thirty-nine year old father let his body fall back down against Gloria's, forgetting all else but the wonderful sensations of her gentle fingers stroking his rigid cock as he mindlessly continued his hungry nibbling on her resilient breasts.
Although Gloria's vision of the expanding flesh-pole pulsing in her palm was blocked by Hank's passion-flushed face, she could tell from the way his smooth, rubbery cock-shaft lurched against her fingers that the older man was growing very aroused. She quickened her strokes, teasing at the mushroom-shaped head and then commencing a rhythmic pumping movement that made the man above her groan in undisguised pleasure.
"Jesus, Gloria," he gasped out, his voice hoarse and muffled against the softly jiggling mounds of her breasts. "You sure do know how to make a guy feel good!"
Overcome with excitement, he shoved his hand down between the girl's widespread naked legs, shoving her tiny suede skirt further out of the way so that it was bunched obscenely around her slender waist. With fumbling fingers, he searched for the elastic legband of her flimsy white parities and began to tug them aside so that his large hand could grope inside to graze the warm moistness of her hair-fringed vagina, while with his other hand he cupped the silken flesh of one perfectly rounded ass-cheek. All the while, his hungry lips were sucking first one erectly pulsing nipple, then the other, then laving in wet pressuring circles around the satin flesh of Gloria's full breasts.
The fiery sensations surging through the redhead's swollen breasts and throbbing pussy were driving her half out of her mind with desire, and she ground her lust-dampened cuntal flesh down upon Hank's exploring fingers as she continued her frenzied stroking of his fully erect cock. Pushing back the thick foreskin as she shoved her palm downward, she placed the tip of one finger on the tiny glans opening to spread the tiny droplet of pre-cum secretion around and around in tantalizing circles.
"Oh God!" Hank groaned. "Oh honey, you make me feel so gooood! I wanna feel my big prick inside this sweet little pussy of yours.
* * *
Holly had just walked in the back door of her house and was standing in the kitchen considering whether she felt like drinking a Coke or making some lemonade. After the long walk from downtown Kalamazoo where she'd left her girlfriends, Shirley and Pam, at the tennis courts flirting with some guys from the local college, she was hot and tired, and her feet ached from the effort of navigating in her new red platform shoes. Nor was her mood especially cheerful, for she'd quarreled with Shirley and Pam hadn't even stuck up for her.
"Shirley thinks she's so cool just 'cause her family's got a big house out on Silver Lake and she's got more clothes than anyone else in the whole ninth grade," Holly muttered, tossing her long blonde hair angrily. "She's such a stuck-up snob she thinks Kevin's in love with her just 'cause he took her to the show once."
The green-eyed teenager didn't quite understand why she was so incensed with her girlfriend's remarks about her brother; all she knew was that she was seething inside as she yanked open the refrigerator to pull out a cold drink. Then, as a peculiar sound reached her ears from the family room below, she stood stock-still, her fingers clutching the frosty bottle as she strained to hear what was going on.
It must be Daddy ... Kevin and Alex were away at school, and Mrs. Culloden, the elderly cleaning lady, never came on weekends. But that strange sound ... it was like an animal, or someone crying. Could it be the TV, maybe? Or ... or ... but no, it wasn't possible ... not in the house on a Saturday afternoon!
Moving as silently as she could on the clumsy platform shoes, Holly closed the refrigerator door and tiptoed down the first few stairs leading into the oak-paneled recreation room. Here she paused, her heart thudding in her throat at the incredible sight that met her eyes. Daddy, her own gentle, conservative Daddy, was crouching over that awful Gloria person, his normally kind, mild-mannered face contorted with lust as he sucked madly on the redhead's large white breasts.
Holly closed her eyes for a moment, clinging to the banister for support as a thousand butterflies began to swarm in her belly and her legs turned to water. It just wasn't possible that Daddy could be doing something so unspeakably lewd! Although the fourteen year old had always considered herself quite sophisticated about sex, giggling over photographs in a marriage manual with Shirley and Pam was not at all the same thing as seeing your very own father acting like a wild animal.
"Oh God! Oh honey, you make me feel so goooood! I wanna feel my big prick inside this sweet little pussy of yours."
Holly's sea-green eyes flew wide open at the sound of her father's hoarse, unfamiliar voice uttering the shocking obscenity, and to her horror she realized that the half-naked redhead was actually holding Daddy's enormous penis in her hand and pumping it up and down while it seemed to swell beneath her fingers. And ... oh God-Daddy's hand was snaking inside Gloria's panties!
No! It was disgusting! How could they be doing this right in the middle of the family room where anyone could see them, not caring about her feelings at all?
Yet even as Holly's slim young body shook in shock and anger, she was unable to move from where she stood rooted to the stairs, unable to unglue her eyes from the lascivious spectacle of naked breasts and cock or to block out the lewd wet sounds of flesh pressing against flesh and their obscene voices. That slut! she raged to herself. That dirty tramp! She's tricked Daddy into doing this! She probably wants to marry him to get his money!
"Oh yes, darling," the squirming redhead panted-like a bitch in heat, Holly thought furiously. "Give me your big hard cock. Do it to me, lover! Do it to me now!"
Suddenly Holly couldn't stand it any longer. Before she knew what she was doing, her chunky platform shoes were clattering down the steps to the family room, and then she was stalking across the tiled floor, her head held haughtily in the air as though she didn't even see the lewdly entwined couple sprawled out on the leather sofa.
"Sorry to interrupt anything," she said in a high, artificial voice, "but I've got to do my homework."
Sweeping a pile of schoolbooks off the ping-pong table in the far corner of the large room, she turned quickly back in the direction of the stairs before they could notice the hot tears brimming up under her eyelids.
"Holly!" Hank exclaimed, hurriedly stuffing his painfully swollen penis back inside his trousers. "What the hell are you doing here?"
"Excuse me," the fourteen year old's voice broke as she tried to control her tears. "Excuse me for existing."
"Don't you know better than to come barging in without knocking?" the father blustered, his face turning beet-red with embarrassment as he glanced down at the equally agitated Gloria, who was struggling with the buttons on her orange blouse.
"I ... I better leave, Hank," she whispered, tugging her suede mini-skirt down as far as it would go over her creamy white thighs, her eyes avoiding his.
Hank ran his hands through his thick-gray streaked hair, his ruggedly handsome face mirroring his inner confusion and dismay. Of course it wasn't really Holly's fault-but she could have been polite enough not to come charging in like that. What was the matter with his daughter, anyway? Now Gloria was unhappy, and he himself was on fire with unfulfilled passion.
"Don't speak to me like that, young lady!" Hansen snapped, glaring at his youngest child's back. "You're old enough to know better than to act rude to ... guests."
"Guests!" Holly spun around, half her textbooks slipping from her arms as her green eyes shot sparks of hatred at her father. "Guest! That's a funny one!" By now, rivulets of tears were streaming down her flushed cheeks, and her long, honey-colored hair fell in tousled strands across her face. At any other time Hank would have been moved to pity, for he loved his daughter very much indeed, but at the moment scarcely noticed her misery.
"Now listen here, young lady!" Hank snapped. "As long as you're living in this house, you'll act like I want you to act! Now apologize to Miss McDonald and then go up to her room!" Now that his obscenely swollen phallus was safely hidden inside his trousers, he felt more secure in his role of righteously enraged father, and he started toward his sneering daughter.
Gloria reached up to grab hold of her fiance's hand and hold him back. "No, Hank," she murmured. "Please, the poor kid's upset. Don't make things worse."
"Miss McDonald?" the blonde teenager cried in a half-hysterical voice, then threw the rest of her books down on the floor and ran toward the stairs. Halfway up she turned and yelled back, shocking herself just as much as her father and mother-to-be.
"Miss Cocksucker's more like it! Miss Cocksucker! And you can both go to hell!" With that, Holly turned and fled to her bedroom, her already womanly buttocks jiggling furiously as she took the steps three at a time.
Hank stood, fists clenched, in the center of the room without moving until Gloria gently touched his arm. "Hey, honey, take it easy," she began, then paused as the loud echo of the teenager's bedroom door slamming shut vibrated down to the floor below. "She doesn't mean any harm-it's only natural that seeing something like that would upset a young girl. Just leave her alone for a time-then maybe you can talk to her."
"I'll talk to her all right!" Hank muttered angrily. "No child of mine's gonna talk to you like that!"
"No, honey, that's not fair. It's really all my fault! I shouldn't have ... have let anything happen here. But I just couldn't help it-I wanted to touch you so bad."
Hank looked down into Gloria's wide violet-blue eyes, which were the exact shade of the lilac bushes blooming outside in the backyard, and his anger began to fade. In spite of the inauspicious appearance of his daughter Holly, his virile penis was still almost fully erect, and a hot flash of lust shivered through his blood.
"Okay, honey, I suppose you're right. Come on, let's get the hell out of here."
Arm in arm, they climbed up the steps and went out the back door toward the two-car garage, their bodies pressing closely together as each tried not to let the other sense their apprehension. Hank, for his part, was feeling guilty about having upset his pretty little girl; whereas Gloria was beginning to realize that, upon her marriage to the handsome older man, she'd be taking on three step-children whom she didn't feel at all qualified to handle. Today certainly hadn't been much of a beginning....
They entered the large, dimly-lighted garage, and Hank opened the door of his dark blue Lincoln Continental for Gloria. Instead of getting into the front seat, however, the voluptuous redhead turned to her fiance and hugged him passionately.
"Oh Hank, I ... I was feeling so good ... back there on the sofa...." she whispered against his neck, and her soft loins rubbed provocatively up against him.
Gloria hadn't really meant to do this, but the magnetic pull toward her handsome older lover had been mysteriously heightened by the embarrassing appearance of young Holly. Her stimulated pussy was once again seeping out droplets of feminine lubricating fluid, and the throbbing in her tongue-teased breasts had grown to an unquenchable fiery longing.
Hank felt the same persuasive temptation, and he clasped Gloria almost roughly in his strong arms, drawing his hands down around her full-fleshed ass-cheeks to grind her undulating pelvis against his own aching groin. God, she was beautiful ... Suddenly, a lewd inspiration planted itself in his brain, and he pulled the responsive redhead away from the elegant Lincoln, kicking the door impatiently with his foot. Breathing harshly, he guided her toward the old Volkswagen bus that stood parked on the other side of the large garage.
"But what...." Gloria began, then caught her breath as she suddenly understood why her older lover was moving in the direction of his son's car. God! Was he really thinking what she thought he was? Was he going to make love to her on the foam-rubber mattress lying in the back of the psychedelically painted bus? It was too lewd to be true-the very thought made her blood sing with erotic excitement.
"Get inside, sweetheart," Hank hissed in a hoarse, rasping tone, opening the back door and giving the shapely young woman's suede-covered buttocks an intimate pat as she stepped up. Then he pushed the electric button that sent the garage doors sliding down and crawled into the back of the bus behind her, his blood drumming in his ears so loudly that neither the doors' whooshing descent nor the creaking of the car springs as he pulled the car door shut behind him were audible.
There was a stale, damp smell in the car, and the blanket on which Gloria had arranged her voluptuous body was coarse-textured and none-too-clean, but strangely enough the atmosphere served to heighten their mutual lust. Not since he was an adolescent had Hank felt his long penis so achingly aroused, and without preliminaries he let his hand once again slip underneath his girlfriend's short skirt to caress the moist crotchband of her tight nylon bikini panties. Even through the thin satiny material, he could feel her warm little pussy quivering in undeniable desire, and the sensation so excited him that, with an inhuman groan, he wrenched his large hand inside the tight elastic legband and ripped the flimsy panties in two.
As her panties were torn from her and tossed carelessly onto the dirty floor of the old Volkswagen bus, Gloria's entire body was electrified with passion. Never before had Hank been so forceful, so demanding! She felt as though she were a teenager again, sneaking out on a date with one of the guys from the fast crowd of whom her parents didn't approve, and the association roused strong sensations of wild excitement. Suddenly the redhead was seized by an irrepressible desire to be wild and wanton, to do something really shameful ... Breathing heavily, she turned to peer through the darkness at her lover.
"Let me just get out of these things, darling," she purred into his ear. "I want to be all naked for you...." Before the words had left her mouth, Gloria wriggled onto her side and with the conscious provocation of a striptease artist began to undo the buttons on her apricot-colored blouse. Slowly, tantalizingly, she freed the proud white mounds of her pink-tipped breasts, pausing to cup them in her hands and pinch the tiny nipples into erect little buttons. Then, sliding her hands down over her sensual figure, she unfastened her zipper and with a lewd, undulating motion she swiveled out of the suede skirt. Completely naked now except for her fashionable high-heeled sandals, she let her fingers tangle in her reddish-brown "vee" of soft pussy hair as she turned her eyes to the older man beside her.
Hank's breath began coming in jagged gasps as his sexy young girlfriend began her wanton stripping, and he started to fumble with his own clothing with excited, clumsy fingers. With each passing moment his eyes were growing more accustomed to the dim light of the garage, and now he could make out every ivory-white inch of Gloria's spectacular nakedness glowing as if with an inner illumination like some masterpiece of a statue come to life. He could even see the tiny slit of pearl-pink vaginal flesh glistening just below the girl's lightly stroking fingers.
"Oh honey," he exclaimed, rolling over to crush her slim body in his muscular loins.
"Jesus, I want you so bad I can't wait another second!"
Their naked bodies were pressed so tightly that they felt as though they were welded together, Hank's iron-hard male thickness molded against the warm, curl-fringed slit of her upthrusting vagina as it sought impatiently to enter the velvety, clasping channel inside. Half-wild with her own wantonness, the young secretary arched her back, then moaned in ecstasy as her fiance roughly cupped the two firm-fleshed mounds of her ass-cheeks and dug his fingers into their resilient softness. Now his blunt cockhead was slowly insinuating itself between the tumescent lips of her desire-drenched pussy, sending jolts of galvanizing passion out to every nerve ending in her curvaceous body.
"Yes, lover, do it to me," she purred, her lips seeking his, and her pelvis beginning an inviting undulation against his hard-muscled groin. "Yeah! Give me your wonderful cock!"
Hank's tongue shot into the helplessly mewling redhead's welcoming mouth, seesawing deep into the sensitive cavern like a miniature penis. She whimpered again, sucking at the plunging object as though she wanted to devour it.
As his tongue rammed into Gloria's mouth, the thirty-nine year old father felt his powerful shaft of flesh expand till it felt larger than he could remember it being in years.
Thank God Alex bought this car! he thought for one distracted moment, temporarily forgetting his initial objections to the vividly painted "hippie bus". Wonder how many chicks he's laid back here...?
This thought, for some unexplained reason, enflamed the fires of the father's passion even higher than before. With an obscene animal grunt, he flicked his strong hips forward and drove the thick blood-filled head of his penis several inches into the silken folds of Gloria's moistly welcoming vagina, then forced the pulsating length to lie still for a delicious minute to savor the exquisite sensation of her butter-soft cuntal walls opening to admit him, just as a morning glory folds open to greet the summer sun. At the same time, he continued to thrust his tingling tongue deep into her mouth and grasped hold of her jouncing, warmly pliant breasts for leverage. Suddenly, without warning, he shot his athletic hips forward again, this time driving the entire aching length of his lust-swollen penis up into her eagerly accepting pussy.
"Ooohhhh ... ooooohhhh ... aaaahhhhh...." Gloria chanted in pure pleasure as the bulbous, mushroom-shaped head of her lover's cock sank in all the way to the sensitive, spongy-fleshed muscle of her cervix.
Every last inch of her vagina was filled with hot, throbbing male flesh, and although his abrupt entry had stretched the elastic walls of her cuntal channel to their limits, the pressuring pain only served to expand her mindless bliss. She could feel every wrinkle and vein on his rigid shaft, could feel her quivering passage straining wider and wider before his relentless assault.
"More, more!" she groaned again, squirming beneath his hard-pressing body in shameless abandon.
I'm being fucked to death in the back of a car! her lust-crazed mind screamed. Just like some cheap, slutty teeny-bopper-just like that bratty little girl of his!
Even though the twenty-two year old redhead was far too involved in the throes of her passion to be aware of the implications of her whirling brain, the sheer perversity of the situation aroused undeniable thrills of strange masochistic excitement. I love him to take me hard like this, her fevered mind screamed. I love him fucking me on a dirty, scratchy blanket here in the back of a car! To make me feel helpless ... to let me act like a real whore! Already, the first waves of her incipient orgasm were building deep in her churning belly, and Gloria knew instinctively that she would explode in a shuddering, rainbow-hued climax within a few minutes. It was so obscenely wonderful to be taken like this ... so incredibly exciting!
Hank, too, knew that he could not hold out for long. Usually he tried to control himself long enough so that they could both orgasm at the same miraculous moment, but this afternoon they were both burning with overwhelming arousal. His lust-blurred eyes glued themselves to Gloria's mindlessly writhing white loins and passion-contorted face as he gripped her straining white breasts more brutally than ever and shot his tongue down to the back of her heated throat. Deep down in his lust-bloated testicles he could feel his accumulated sperm building, and he pounded his turgid penis with ever-harder thrusts into her clasping vaginal depths so hard that the ultra-sensitive balls slapped with a lewd, wet sound against her jiggling ass-cheeks.
Each violent thrust of Hank's rampant pole of stone-hard flesh shoved the eagerly whimpering redhead's body down against the rough-textured blanket and stimulated her erect little clitoris with his close-pressing loins. For a few blissful instants she hovered on the brink of her orgasm, her pulsating cuntal muscles dilating deliriously around the rhythmically plunging pole of flesh embedded deep inside her secret feminine depths.
"Ohhhh God!" she wailed. "Don't stop! Don't ever stop, Hank! Fuck me forever ... forevvverrrrnneevveerr!"
Suddenly her long legs spasmed convulsively, then shot up around Hank's pounding back and began beating an obscene tattoo on his nakedly down-thrusting buttocks. Her hands grappled in his thick, gray-streaked hair as though she were hanging on to save herself from drowning, and he could feel her lungs expand as she gulped in air. And then she was shrieking out her ecstasy in a long, high-pitched shriek of joyful release.
An instant later, Hank felt the first boiling jets of pent-up sperm shoot down the throbbing length of his hugely swollen penis to splatter against the spasming walls of his girlfriend's convulsively milking vagina. Loud, incoherent groans spewed from his own lips, and he arched backwards as stream after stream of seething white-hot sperm began to shoot into Gloria's quivering belly.
The streaming juices of their mutual fulfillment mingled inside the whimpering girl's dilating vagina as the lewdly entwined couple clung to each other's perspiration-streaked body in the car, each wantonly delighting in the wild violence of their climax. Then, as thin white rivulets of sperm began trickling out of Gloria's cum-filled cunt to stain the mattress on the floor of the VW bus, they both fell limply into each other's arms. For a long time there was no sound but the labored breathing of their satiated bodies.
* * *
If Holly, who was at this very moment slumped back against her bed with the stereo playing at top volume, had been aware of the salacious events transpiring in the garage that was visible from her window, she would have been more agitated than ever. As it was, she was so depressed that she didn't know what to do with herself.
It had been bad enough not having a mother like the other kids in the ninth grade-not even having any brothers, for they were almost always away at that dumb school-but now she felt that she'd lost her father as well. The more she thought about the horrible scene she'd witnessed down in the family room, the more lonely and despondent the pretty blonde teenager felt.
Daddy couldn't care less about me, she thought bitterly, blinking back the hot tears which kept brimming up in her eyes. He wouldn't even miss me if I ran away from home-not now that he's got that cheap-looking tramp to sleep with. Well, I'm glad I barged in there like that-it serves them right! They didn't even think about the fact that I happen to live in the house, too. I don't even exist for Daddy any more!
Holly turned toward the window and gazed out through the gathering dusk at the Hansen's large backyard with its tall elms and flowering lilac bushes, her eyes burning from unshed tears. From the branch of an ancient oak at the very end of the yard, she could see the tree house her older brothers had built years ago, before they went away to boarding school. A pang of pain stabbed at her heart at the thought of Alex, and especially of Kevin, who was only a year older than she. If the boys had been home, Daddy would never have been fooling around with that disgusting Gloria person ... but he didn't care what she thought at all.
Suddenly Holly rolled off the bed and threw a pullover on over her jeans and tee-shirt, then hurried down the stairs and out the back door. Her slim, agile body easily climbed the rope ladder leading to the homemade tree house, and she crawled inside, feeling as though she were safely ensconced in her own private nest far removed from the terrible events of the afternoon.
But, after a few minutes, the picture of her father's naked penis being lewdly manipulated by the redheaded girl's scarlet-nailed hand once more flashed before her eyes, and the troubled teenager found herself unable to erase the obscene image. Much to her discomfort, the salacious memories were making her body feel very odd, especially down between her legs where her Levi's rubbed tightly against the crotch band of her panties, working the nylon material into her virginal pussy-slit. She rubbed her thighs together, trying to ease the annoying sensation, but this only seemed to make things worse than ever, and to the young girl's embarrassment she realized that her panties were growing undeniably moist.
This peculiar feeling had been bothering her a lot lately, starting this spring vacation when Alex and Kevin had been home for a week. It had been unusually warm, and she and Kevin had ridden their bikes out to Silver Lake almost every day to take out the family's new sailboat that they kept moored at the yacht club there. For the first few days Holly had managed to suppress the odd sensations that coursed through her whenever she looked at her older brother's golden-tan body with its sinewy muscles and his thatch of wavy chestnut brown hair. Kevin was really every girl's conception of the ideal man now that he'd gotten so tall and strong, and it was easy to see why all her girlfriends were wild about him.
One day, when they'd sailed all the way around the island to a special, deserted cove they'd discovered on Indianhead Point and dropped the anchor to rest, Kevin had kept on staring at her in such a peculiar way that she'd been unable to ignore the new feelings shivering through her body. Each time his eyes paused on her breasts, which were at least twice as large as they'd been only last summer and were straining from the top of last year's tight two-piece top, she felt as though the nipples capping each budding mound were tingling with fire. And as his dark brown eyes slithered over her shapely legs, the warm excitement spread down to her pussy. Though she tried with all her might to look at the Coke bottle in her hand, or the tree-lined sandy beach, or the deck on which they lay, or anything except the disturbing bulge in Kevin's tight navy blue swim trunks, her eyes kept returning to the spot as if drawn by an irresistibly powerful magnet.
That had been the first day that Holly had experienced that shameful wetness up between her thighs, and she had clenched her naked thighs tightly together, just as she was doing now. With each passing moment, the silence between them had grown more and more charged with a strange excitement, but though she'd tried desperately to think of something light and easy to say to clear the tension, all she could manage was a nervous little laugh that turned her face bright red with embarrassment.
Suddenly, Kevin had rolled over closer to her, so close that she could smell the intoxicating masculine odor of his body. "What's the matter, Sis?" he'd asked softly. "You got growing pains, maybe?"
Suddenly she'd felt his large, warm hand grope out to cup her half-exposed, straining breast, and she'd trembled violently as he squeezed its pliant softness between his strong fingers.
"S-stop acting s-stupid!" she'd stammered, then hurriedly jumped off the side of the sailboat and begun to swim with feverish energy, not even noticing the icy temperature of the water as strange inner heat radiated through her loins.
Now, two months later, the young blonde consciously lifted her small hands up to the swelling mounds beneath her wool pullover to cup them just as her brother had done. It seemed to her that she was even bigger up there than she'd been during spring vacation, and an eager shiver ran through her as she imagined how Kevin's eyes would light up at the sight of her skimpy new bikini.
Had Kevin really guessed the forbidden thoughts running through her mind? Had he been aware of the peculiar sensations surging throughout her body? But of course he must have-otherwise why would he touch her breast?
Holly sank down on a pile of old blankets in the corner of the unused tree house, aware that her knees were shaking and that her nipples were taut and tingling. Every time she thought about that incident out on the boat she began to feel like this, and every time she was compelled to succumb to the lewd desire to touch her breasts and throbbing pussy. It was wrong, she knew, but she just couldn't help herself....
No, I mustn't-I won't! her conscience cried, but at the very same moment her small hand was inching up underneath her pullover and tee-shirt to pinch the hard little buds of her nipples. Her tear-reddened eyes stared blindly through the open door of the tree house to the black shadows of the trees reflected on the grass below, and in her lust-obsessed mood they seemed to become the blurred and distorted shapes of her father with his hands on that woman's breasts and her mouth on his long glistening penis. Then, gradually, the vision changed to one of her handsome brother Kevin, standing over her own naked body with his enormous cock dangling directly down at her obscenely spread legs.
No! her tortured mind screamed. Oh, I mustn't think this way ... I can't let myself. It's ... it's dirty!
Holly's body paid no attention at all to the stern warnings echoing out from her brain. Moving as if controlled by a separate mind entirely, one hand squeezed and kneaded the aching flesh of her breasts, while the other moved down to unsnap the metal button on the waistband of her Levi's and undo the zipper. After only a brief second's hesitation, her fingers slipped inside the tight waistband of her nylon panties and made contact with the sparsely-covered mound of her pussy.
"Ooooh," the aroused teenager moaned softly as erotic electricity shot through her inexperienced young body, and the lewd images in her brain began to dance in wanton abandon before her tightly closed eyes as her head fell back upon the blankets and her searching middle finger ran tentatively along the moistened slit of her baby vagina. "Oooh Kevin ... Kevin...." Every time Holly fingered her forbidden flesh-which seemed to be almost every other day since Easter vacation-she promised herself that she'd never allow herself to do it again, but nothing she could do was able to stop the forbidden act. The moment she began teasing and rubbing at her virginal cuntal flesh, the ecstatic sinful pleasure was just too good to resist.
"Oh yes ... yes ... it feels so good...." she moaned softly in the silence of the tree house, her slim girlish hips commencing a straining, undulating motion upon the blankets on the wooden plank floor. "Yes, I need it ... I need it so bad...."
CHAPTER TWO
The afternoon that Hank Hansen married Gloria McDonald was the hottest one so far that summer-98 degrees in the shade in downtown Kalamazoo, and at least ten degrees hotter inside the crowded church. All during the service, fourteen year old Holly fidgeted in her long chiffon gown and hated her new stepmother more vengefully than ever because she looked so cool and confidently happy in her traditional white wedding dress. Irritating rivulets of perspiration trickled down her back and pooled in the cleavage between her budding breasts, and she resented the unaccustomed brassiere required with the low-cut neckline and the scratchy hose.
Even the damn flowers are wilting! the jealous blonde fumed inwardly. But there was that cheap little gold digger, looking as cool as though the air around her was specially regulated ... it must be because she was so happy to get her claws permanently into Daddy at last. How could he have been so stupid, so uncaring about his own children? How could he expect them to live with this Gloria person? Well, she at least would never call her 'Mother', that was for sure!
"I'm glad we aren't going to the dumb old reception," she muttered angrily a little while later as the three teenagers climbed into seventeen year old Alex's old VW bus and started back to their house, which lay several miles out of downtown Kalamazoo. "You couldn't have caught me dead wasting my time there, having to watch that silly bitch slobbering over Daddy."
"Oh, shut up," Alex teased his little sister. "Who taught you to say words like that?"
"Well, she is a bitch!" Holly retorted, "And it's none of your damn business how I talk, so there!"
"Take it easy, take it easy," the seventeen year old looked sharply at his obviously agitated sister, his eyes lingering a little longer than necessary on the tantalizing stretch of white flesh below which he could see the tops of her round, up thrusting breasts straining from her pink dress. Holly was sure growing up fast! "You're just jealous," he went on. "I think it's great if Dad's still got it in him to find himself a good-looking chick like that Gloria. She's real hot stuff!"
"Shut up! Just shut up!" Holly's voice was almost hysterical. "I don't want to hear about her again."
"Calm down, kid!" Alex soothed. "You'll probably get to like her once you know her better. And I couldn't care less .about the goddamn reception, either, cause I've got something we can celebrate with, too. After all, it's something to celebrate, having the house to ourselves for the next three weeks while they're in Acapulco!"
"I will not like her when I know her better," Holly mumbled. "And I hope they scorch to death in Mexico!"
"Whaddya mean, 'something to celebrate with'?" Kevin asked. He'd refrained from entering the discussion about his father's new wife, for the fifteen year old had not only a more calm personality than his older brother and baby sister, he was also far less inclined to make hasty judgments. As far as his new stepmother was concerned, he'd wait till he got to know her before making any comment. After all, he and Alex had only been home from Collins Academy for a short week, and he'd only seen Gloria on formal occasions with a lot of other people. She sure wasn't too hard on the eyes, but that was as far as he'd go until after the honeymoon.
"Take a look under the seat," Alex said, a proud smirk brightening his handsome face as his brother fumbled under a blanket and whistled appreciatively upon locating several bottles of French champagne.
"Wow!" Kevin cried excitedly. "It's the real stuff!"
"Of course!" Alex replied, squealing the tires on the brightly painted bus as he skidded into the driveway. "Why the hell do you think I offered to take this shit over to Kingston Hotel this morning? After all, if Dad's so uptight he won't let us come to the reception just 'cause we're too young to drink, I think we deserve some sort of private party on our own, don't you think."
The three adolescents clambered out of the bus, Kevin lugging the bottles of imported alcohol in his arms. Even Holly's spirits perked up at the thought of a party, and even more at the thought of three weeks alone with her beloved brothers. It would be fun being on their own, like grown-ups who didn't have someone nagging at them every time they turned around or opened their mouths. It would be fun cooking and all; she would show them she wasn't a dumb little kid any longer.
"Let's get this stuff on ice, kid," Alex said to his sister, who immediately began pulling bottles of Coke out of the refrigerator to make room for the champagne. "But why don't we open one right away? I feel like getting this party on the road!"
"No!" Holly objected. "Let's have martinis first, like Daddy always does. I'll make 'em. When we're all dressed up like this, we ought to do things properly."
"Just like a woman!" Alex poked his brother in the ribs.
In a moment they were all standing in the kitchen holding martinis complete with olives, and suddenly Holly began to giggle so hard she almost dropped the overflowing pitcher.
"You look like a couple of penguins in those tuxedos!" she laughed as they clinked glasses. "Or like something out a really camp old movie on TV!"
"Oh yeah?" Kevin gulped down half his glass at once. "Like an old movie, huh?" With that, he swept her dramatically into his arms and planted a moist kiss on her cheek.
"KEVIN!" Holly shrieked, pulling out of his playful embrace. "Don't be so silly!" But even as she protested, she felt the first stirrings of that strange feeling deep in the pit of her belly.
"I just give her a fucking kiss," Kevin winked at his older brother, "and she goes into a fucking fit!"
"Don't talk to me like that!" the young blonde giggled, then gasped as her oldest brother, Alex, pulled her into his arms.
"Don't be disrespectful to your elders," he laughed. "Now that Dad's not around to watch out for you, you've gotta do whatever Kev and I say!"
"I will not!" Holly protested, pulling away from him and swallowing a mouthful of martini. Her pink lips pursed up from the taste-for although she'd never have admitted it to her older siblings, the ninth grader's experiments with alcohol were limited to a few over-indulgences with California wine at pajama parties.
"Little Miss Purity!" Alex taunted. "Kevin, do you remember that enlightening night during spring break when our sweet little sister had her girlfriends sleep over? I never knew girls talked so dirty till I heard them!"
"Sure thing!" Kevin agreed, and his face turned red. But it wasn't the memory of Holly's pajama party that made him feel all hot and excited-although Shirly Soderberg had looked extraordinarily sexy parading around in her black lace babydolls when he and his brother peeked through the peephole in the bathroom. No, it was the soft feel of his younger sister's budding breast that day during the spring holidays that made his blood race through his veins. Just now, when he'd playfully hugged her, the two girlish mounds had pulsed against his chest in the same way he'd been remembering every night in bed these past few months.
To hide his red face, the fifteen year old turned to the fridge and pulled out one of the champagne bottles. "Let's start on the bubbly," he said in a voice that rang a little too loudly and heartily.
"B-bubbly!" Holly giggled. That was just how she felt inside before even tasting the sparkling wine, she thought as she turned to the cabinet to pull out a silver ice bucket. It was so fantastic to be alone here with her two handsome brothers, wearing an evening dress and drinking champagne and martinis. As an afterthought, she also took three crystal champagne glasses out. There-the perfect touch! Everything was like in a movie ... and she wished Daddy and that Gloria slut would never come back to spoil things.
Shaking her blonde curls, the fourteen year old held out the glasses to Alex. Suddenly, there was a loud popping sound, and then the front of her pink chiffon dress was drenched in cold spray and champagne was splashing against her face.
"Ooohhhh!" she gasped in surprise, then began laughing and reaching out her pink tongue to lick the expensive liquid off her face. "Don't waste it, Kevin!"
"Never fear!" the eldest brother reassured her. "Lots more where that came from, Sis. There's no way you won't get drunk as a skunk tonight!"
"I've never been drunk before!" she grinned excitedly. "And I've never tasted this stuff either." Raising the glass Alex handed her to her lips, she half-drained it in one long gulp. "It's good-it tickles!"
The brothers eyes both strayed to the bodice of their sister's dress, then collided as they looked up at the same moment. Alex winked, and his younger brother winked back, trying to curtail the antagonism he felt rising in his chest. Usually, he'd have been flattered that his older brother was treating him as an equal rather than a little kid, but at the moment he wished he'd occupy himself with his "more important matters" and leave him alone with Holly. As he saw Alex's hand shoot out toward Holly's wet dress, the. dark-haired fifteen year old felt a sharp stab of angry resentment.
Holly jumped backward as she felt her older brother's fingers graze the wetly clinging fabric of her new dress, spilling the rest of her champagne on her skirt as she did so. He'd touched her right on the breast, and she didn't think it was an accident, anymore than it had been when Kevin touched her out on the sailboat. Until today, Alex had always treated her like an annoying little brat, and she'd never thought about him the same way she thought about Kevin ... but now she didn't know what to think.
"Oh, now I've got my whole dress soaking wet!" she cried, but instead of being upset she began to laugh as she took a long sip from the refilled glass Kevin promptly handed her. The cold liquid seeped through the filmy skirt of her ankle-length dress, straight through to her lacy white panties where another sort of moisture had appeared when Alex lightly pressed her breast. "But it feels good," she added recklessly. "I was so damn hot!"
"That's cause you've got too many clothes on," Alex said. "And we do too-I'm taking off this monkey costume right this minute."
Without further ado, the muscular teenager began stripping off his black tuxedo, discarding tie, frilled white shirt, polished black shoes, and black socks in uncaring disorder upon the kitchen floor. The young blonde stifled a gasp as she gaped at her older brother's virile male body, totally naked except for a pair of tight-fitting shorts which clearly outlined his bulging penis.
"What-what do you think you're doing?" her voice shook slightly, and she turned to look at Kevin to avoid the embarrassing thickness dangling between the older boy's athletically-muscled legs. But the dark-haired youth, not to be outdone, was hastily stripping off his own wedding attire.
"What's the matter?" Alex taunted, his green eyes never leaving his sister's curvaceous figure which was clearly defined by the wet dress. "How come you're turning prudish all of a sudden? It's no different than if we were wearing bathing suits."
"Yeah, don't be a spoilsport," Kevin broke in. "You gotta take off your dress, too-you're the one who's been complaining about being so hot."
The fifteen year old's pulse quickened in anticipation of seeing his sister's body again. So far, during the first week since they'd been home from Collins Academy, all the time had been taken up in preparations for the wedding, and they'd had no chance for sailing or sunbathing, or even just talking, for that matter.
Suddenly Alex grabbed for his sister, one hand fumbling for the zipper on the back of the champagne-stained dress, the other once again grasping her straining breast. Teetering unsteadily on her high heels, the fourteen year old tried to twist from his grasp, her champagne waving precariously in the air.
"Cut it out!" she exclaimed, her face flushing crimson as her squirming body brushed against the distended bulge in her brother's shorts.
God, it felt hard as stone! And it must be almost as big as Daddy's had been that day she'd seen him with Gloria....
"You gotta take it off!" Alex insisted, succeeding in pulling her zipper down to her waist in back before she wrenched herself away from him. "Stop acting like a spoiled little kid! Don'tcha want to have a real party?"
Holly knew the boys were right; she was acting like a child and destroying the happy feeling that they'd all been enjoying together. Besides, it way far too hot to wear a dress like this, and she was liable to really ruin it if she kept on spilling things.
"Okay-peace," she laughed, avoiding Alex's flashing eyes, which were exactly the same jade tone as her own. "I'll go up and change."
"You can strip here-we don't mind!" Alex grinned lewdly, once again lunging for his little sister.
Weaving a little, Holly hurriedly evaded him and ran upstairs, pulling off her dress the moment she'd shut the door. Her breasts felt swollen, so she unfastened the uncomfortable brassiere and let the twin mounds stand out free and proud, their little pink nipples taut and tingling in the slight breeze that had arisen as the sun sank behind the horizon. For an absentminded moment, the intoxicated blonde stared out her bedroom window at the backyard, her hands playing lightly over the pulsing pliancy of her ripening breasts and then sliding down to pull off her damp white panties. Tonight that funny throbbing heat was back between her legs, stronger and more insistent than ever before, and it was with great reluctance that the excited adolescent pulled her hand away from the warm moist "vee" between her legs.
What if Alex and Kevin saw me playing with myself? her mind whirled, and at the forbidden thought a wave of heat spread out from her tumescent pussy to each and every nerve ending in her young body. Trembling a little from the intensity of her reaction, Holly hurriedly pulled on clean panties and a yellow and red embroidered shirt made of nearly see-through Indian cotton. This was really intended to be worn over blue jeans, but, after a moment's deliberation, the young girl shrugged and slipped into some clogs.
I feel comfortable like this, so why not? It's only the family, after all, she rationalized as she hurried on downstairs to the kitchen. Her head was spinning and felt a little as though it were filled with air. So this is what it feels like to be drunk ... Hike it-it's fun!
There was no one in the kitchen, no bottles, no glasses-only a few wet splatters on the gleaming tile floor to show that someone had ever been there. For one alcohol-clouded instant, Holly thought she'd dreamed the things that had been happening with her older brothers, but then she heard their loud voices echoing up from down in the recreation room.
Kevin's pensive, amber eyes and' Alex's glittering green ones were glued to her body as she moved toward where they sat on the couch, and under normal conditions Holly would have felt self-conscious. Tonight, however, she swayed extravagantly, flaunting her thinly-covered young body in a parody of an old-time movie star.
There was a moment of silence as the two half-naked youths stared transfixed at their little sister's wantonly undulating buttocks and clearly revealed budding breasts, and then Alex whistled.
"Now that's more like it. I like to see a little flesh on a broad, how about you, Kev?"
"Sure thing!" Kevin began opening another bottle as his nubile sister strolled seductively across the room and plopped down on the sofa between the boys. His already swollen cock jerked against his tight shorts in a very noticeable way, but luckily Holly's eyes were on the bottle in his nervously shaking hands.
"Here, let me do that," Alex reached across his sister, brushing for longer than strictly necessary against the soft swellings beneath her sheer blouse, to grab the champagne bottle from his younger brother. There was a loud pop and the cork flew across the room, knocking over a rather prissy Dresden statuette on the mantelpiece which Hank had been given as a wedding present eighteen years before. The excited youngsters scarcely noticed, for Alex was pressing the spurting bottle-head to his surprised sister's lips, forcing the gushing spray down her throat.
"You know what she looks like?" he leered at his brother. "Tell her!"
Kevin had a very good idea of what Alex meant, but the idea of saying out loud in front of Holly that she looked as if she were sucking an enormous penis was unthinkable. His discomfort was expressed in a guffaw of lewd laughter which annoyed the blonde very much.
"Whasso funny?" her voice sounded so slurred that she broke into a giggle in spite of her indignation at being made fun of. "What're you guys laughing at me for?"
"You gonna tell her, Kev?" Alex chortled, pouring a brimming glass of the sparkling liquid for himself and the others.
The dark-haired fifteen year old was laughing so hard now that tears trickled from his brown eyes and he plopped down his glass on the coffee table to clutch at his spasming stomach.
"Tell me, Kev!" Holly demanded. Then she did something that she'd never have dreamed of doing before, though she'd secretly wanted to many times; she leaned over and threw her arms around her brother. "Come on, come on," she wheedled.
For one dreadful moment, the half-drunken teenager was afraid that his achingly erect thickness was going to explode right then and there, spewing white-hot cum all over the leather couch in the family room. He summoned every ounce of willpower in his healthy young body and succeeded in repressing his excitement, but his thick cock still felt as though it were filled with fire.
"I dunno-you tell her," he muttered, his laughter finished. Then he gulped down a full glass of the liquor and began to giggle again, but still kept his body bent over to hide his enormous erection.
Suddenly the muscular seventeen year old jumped up from the sofa, and once again his sister couldn't help noting the way his large penis tented out the tight material of his white jockey shorts. Goosebumps prickled on her arms and thighs at the strangely titillating sight, and she glanced down involuntarily to try to determine if her favorite brother, Kevin, was as big down there. A hard-on-that's what Shirley Soderberg called it, and Holly had always thought it was silly the way her boy-crazy friend went around trying to see if boys had one. Now, though, she was beginning to understand what was so thrilling about it....
"Where'd Alex go off to?" she turned to Kevin, letting her thighs press against his naked leg in a wanton gesture that shocked her as much as it did him. Yes, he did indeed have a hard-on, and it looked nearly as big as Alex's!
"Dunno," he gulped. "But I think maybe ... he's gonna show us something. More champagne, sis?"
Holly nodded, then sipped rather absently at the cool alcohol. She'd suddenly remembered the day when she'd come upon Daddy and that Gloria person making out right here on the very sofa on which they now sat, and a strong impulse to place her hands on Kevin's naked penis, to let him kiss her tingling breasts, surged through her young body.
"Show us something? But you're just changing the subject! C'mon, tell me why you were laughing at me before. Please!"
Although he hated himself for doing so, the dark-haired boy found his face burning beet-red and his tortured penis lurching dangerously once again. Sweating profusely, he pulled away from his clinging little sister, despising himself as he saw the hurt look in her champagne-sparkling eyes. Alex would never act so inept-he could handle situations like this with a flair that completely escaped the more sensitive young boy. Again, hot resentment flamed in his belly at the thought of how much better his brother was with girls-including Holly.
Just at that moment, Alex pranced back down the stairs. Since he'd had a good deal more experience with liquor than the other two, his intoxication evidenced itself only in a self-assured swagger and a loud, boastful voice. Also, his inhibitions-never too prevalent at the best of times-vanished completely. Right now, a lewd idea was formulating itself in the base of his devious brain ... he didn't know if it had a ghost of a chance of realization, but he was feeling cocksure enough to try to carry it out, and the manila envelope he was holding under his arm was the start of the plan.
"What's that, Alex?" Holly slurred shrilly, turning her full attention toward her older brother after she'd felt Kevin shrink away from her.
"Well, I don't know...." the handsome adolescent tossed his tousled mop of golden-brown hair, which he wore just as long as Collins Academy requirements allowed. "I guess maybe it's about time our baby sister here had a few lessons about the ways of the world, whaddya say, Kev? From what I remember from my days at good old Northern Junior High, all they teach you in sex education class is about how guys grow beards and get deep voices, and girls get pussy hair and boobs and gotta start buying Kotex."
Holly's cheeks flushed pinker than ever, for she'd only started having her menstrual periods last year and was a little self-conscious about them still. She never bought her own Kotex-she always asked Mrs. Culloden, the housekeeper, to pick some up for her. The very idea made her shiver with embarrassment. Nevertheless, tonight she was so exhilarated by the atmosphere of reckless freedom and so full of alcohol that Alex's statement seemed funny instead of shameful.
"No, the times are a-changing," she giggled. "This year I learned all about 'the ways of the world' in Sex Education Class."
"Oh yeah?" Alex grinned, opening the envelope as he spoke. "But they didn't teach you about screwing, I bet?"
"Of course not!" Holly was somewhat shocked, but still feeling laughter bubbling in her throat.
A small, stone-sober voice in the back of her brain whispered to the innocent blonde that the way they were talking was wicked, even dangerous, but she hastily repressed the disturbing thoughts and took another gulp of conscience-deadening champagne. So what if they were acting naughty? It was fun, thrillingly exciting in the same way it had been when they were little kids and used to play doctor. And if Daddy could run off with some cheap sex-starved young girl, why couldn't they have a good time, too?
"Let me see!" the young blonde reached across her half-naked brother Kevin, this time, deliberately brushing against his bulging jockey shorts. He jerked his leg away, and Holly felt a black cloud looming on the edge of her happiness. It was nice, of course, that Alex was acting friendly instead of condescending; but why was Kevin so cold to her. Perhaps she'd just imagined he'd been attracted to her that time on the boat during spring vacation....
In an instinctive effort to make her favorite brother jealous, the fourteen year old grabbed the book that the other boy held in his hands. Then, as she got a clear look at the cover, she dropped it down onto the table as though it were a red-hot coal.
"What's the matter, Sis-too much for your virgin eyes?" Alex taunted, waving the glossy pamphlet in front of his sister's eyes.
Holly pretended to ignore him, but her crimsoning cheeks gave her away. "I don't want to look at any stupid dirty pictures," she said in a tone that was meant to sound superior, but actually came out shrill and tremulous. "It's ... it's vulgar!"
Although she tried to avert her eyes from the offensive pages, somehow her gaze fastened on NUDES OF THE NORTH and the statuesque blonde on the cover who was sprawled on the grass with her long naked legs spreadeagled to reveal the coral pink flesh of her vagina. Oh God, the girl had her hand down between her legs ... her fingers were wantonly parting the sparse golden curls surrounding her intimate feminine crevice, revealing every last lewd detail to the viewer. It was impossible! How could anyone dare to pose for such a photograph. The pictures in Playboy weren't so bad because the models weren't doing anything. But this-this was an obscene invasion of a wickedly private moment. Holly couldn't help thinking about the way her own sinful fingers played with her pussy at night sometimes, and a strange shiver of heat rippled through her at the memory. What if Alex and Kevin knew...?
"Take a look at this chick," Alex flipped to the first page, quite as though he'd not even heard his sister's protests. "Howdja like that, Kev?"
Holly didn't want to look, but once again her eyes moved as if with a mind of their own and she found herself staring at the same blonde again. This time, though, the camera had panned on her breasts and face, which was contorted with lust as her fingers squeezed the berry-like pink nipples topping the two perfectly-shaped snow-white mounds of flesh.
"Hello, my name is Lena," read the caption beneath the photo in English, French, German, some language Holly had never seen before, and something that appeared to be Japanese or Chinese. "I want to tell you about the life in Sweden."
"Wow!" Kevin whispered hoarsely. "Look at those tits!"
A hot flash of something resembling jealousy ran through the young blonde sitting between her two half-naked older brothers. Maybe her own breasts weren't quite as big as that, but they were every bit as round and firm. Why did they want to look at stupid pictures instead of talking to her?
Then, as Alex turned over several pages, the fourteen year old's full attention was focused on the lurid spectacle that met her eyes. Another girl, this one with short, wavy red hair the color of their new stepmother's, was kneeling before a tall man with a full erection, her bright red lips obscenely ovaled around the long thing pole of male flesh.
"That's how you looked with that bottle in your mouth!" Alex turned to her, a strange excitement in his green eyes as he searched her face for a reaction. To his disappointment, she averted her gaze in embarrassment.
Kevin began laughing uncontrollably, his hands shaking precariously as he uncorked still another bottle of Mums champagne. Suddenly he felt very drunk, so much so that his habitual hesitancy and shyness began to vanish.
"Yeah, Holly," he chortled, "sucking bottles is for babies, even if its champagne instead of milk. Now you're a big girl and you gotta learn 'bout sucking cock-and it's even better, you'll see!"
Actually, the fifteen year old was totally inexperienced in the field, though he'd heard plenty of detailed accounts of the pleasures of fellatio from upperclassmen, including his older brother. But the last thing he'd do in this life was to admit that he'd never gotten farther with a girl than kissing her and squeezing Holly's breast that time on the boat. Girls were always attracted to him, it was true, for he was a remarkably handsome youngster with his well-developed physique, wavy chestnut hair, and dark brooding eyes; but he never had enough nerve to persist with his advances once they began squealing for him to stop. Everyone told him that when a girl said no, she really meant yes, but so far he'd not dared to test this optimistic theory.
"Oh, you guys are awful!" Holly shrilled. "I won't even listen!" Trying to appear cool and sophisticated, she poured herself another glass of the tart liquid and sipped at it, then picked up one of Alex's Camels. "I know more about all that stuff than you do!"
"Are you kidding?" Alex bragged. "Listen, I know that chick. She's a Danish student who goes to Kalamazoo College, so there!"
"Bullshit!" Kevin broke in.
"Bullshit to you!" Alex was more irritated than necessary because his story was a slight exaggeration. Actually, the guy who'd sold the book to him had said that the guy who sold it to him had known a Danish foreign exchange student who gave him the book. "You kids don't know what the hell you're talking about. I've made it lots of times with that chick, and with plenty of others, too."
Holly lit the Camel, but in her confusion put the wrong end in her mouth so that she held the match up to the filter tip. An evil-smelling smoke invaded the room, and both brothers began to laugh raucously.
"Didn't anyone ever teach you how to smoke, little girl?" Alex taunted.
Holly bristled; if there was one thing she detested, it was being treated like a little kid who didn't know anything about anything.
"Bullshit!" she imitated Kevin. "Why would that girl want to sleep with you, Al?
Your ... thing ... isn't half so big as that guy's in the picture." She pointed her slim finger at the fellatio photograph, feeling glad she wasn't letting them see how shocked it made her feel.
"That's what you think!"
"That's what I know!" Holly giggled.
This was starting to be fun again, now that she had the upper hand. From the appearance of her oldest brother's straining jockey shorts, he certainly appeared to be better endowed than the man in the picture. He looked as big as Daddy had that day-thick and almost as long as a ruler-whereas the man in the photo had a very thin penis. For some strange reason, she felt glad that her father and brothers were so well built ... but still it was fun to tease Alex.
Alex's face had turned a belligerent shade of red, and suddenly he stood up, flipped on the Danish Modern lamp beside the leather couch, and yanked down his white cotton shorts. Beaming triumphantly, he held his thickly throbbing virility in one hand, pointing it directly at Holly's astonished face.
The innocent blonde stared incredulously at the massive girth of her seventeen year old brother's fully erect penis, little thrills of obscene excitement glancing up and down her spine. Just as she'd expected, it was as long and thick as Daddy's, and there were pulsating veins running along its purplish-red flesh. Behind the pulsating flesh rod, two taut pendular testicles dangled between his muscular, blond-haired thighs.
"Not so bad ... but I've seen better," Holly managed to slur, then averted her eyes from the obscene male nakedness to meet her younger brother's eyes. "What's your thing like?" she giggled, glad for an excuse to turn her attention from the oddly threatening male hardness of the older boy. Her small white hand reached out for his jockey shorts, and Kevin leaped away in embarrassment, his virile young cock jerking visibly.
"C'mon!" Holly insisted, scrambling toward the far corner of the couch where her favorite brother huddled, his knees drawn up in acute discomfort. "Let's see! C'mon, is it as big as Alex's, huh?"
Her hands grappled with his underwear, and a sensation of reckless excitement shot through her at the feel of his hardened flesh underneath the thick cotton fabric. When he hopped to his feet and escaped to the opposite side of the room behind the ping-pong table, the intoxicated blonde chased after him, working him into a corner and struggling to pull down his bulging shorts.
"Cut it out!" Kevin yelled, truly mortified at what was happening. "Hey, Al-make her quit it!"
I "Sure thing!" Alex leered, and then, before the younger boy knew what was happening, he felt his older brother lifting him up from under his arms and hoisting him up onto the ping-pong table. "There you go, Holly-see what Kev's got!"
"Zap!" she shrieked excitedly as she tugged her dark-haired brother's jockey shorts down so they hung limply around his ankles. But when she lifted her gaze, she suddenly fell silent, quite as embarrassed as he, for his glistening red thickness was pulsating directly toward her gaping mouth. A sudden lurid memory of the obscene cock-sucking picture swam before her alcohol-glazed eyes ... how would it feel on her tongue, against the walls of her mouth?
Then, even as she stood shivering uncomfortably, she felt strong arms grasping around her waist. "Fair's fair!" Alex chuckled lewdly into her ear. "Let's see what our little sister's got." Without preamble, he began wrenching her sheer blouse up over her head.
"No!" Holly shrieked. But though she struggled to free herself from the seventeen year old's grasp, he managed to work her flimsy garment up over her shoulders.
"Wait!" Wrenching away, she stood shaking before them, her ripely upthrust breasts quivering in wanton display before the hungry eyes of her older brothers. "Don't rip it-it's my favorite shirt. I'll do it ... I'll do it myself...." Alex retreated toward the leather couch, pouring himself another drink as he stared without letup at his little sister, who was trying to smooth down her bunched-up shirt and running one hand through her disheveled blonde curls. In a moment Kevin stepped down from the table to join him, kicking his jockey shorts from his ankles to the floor. By now, Holly had imbibed so much champagne that she seemed to see four naked males leering at her, four pairs of lascivious eyes, and four naked male cocks.
Slowly the nubile young blonde began to unfasten the tie strings that held her shirt together, took hold of the hem and slipped her arms over her head, completely exposing the naked mounds of her budding breasts. Then she paused, overcome with her own shamelessness.
"C'mon, make it snappy!" Holly heard Alex bark, but she could not see him because the material was over her head. "We wanna see what you look like bare-ass!"
"No ... no, I can't," Holly whispered, suddenly overcome with the enormity of what she was allowing to happen.
"Yes!" snapped Alex. And then, quick as a whip, he'd yanked the embroidered top off his sister's head. Kevin, so drunk now he scarcely stopped to think what he was doing, dove at the slender blonde and inserted his fingers in the elastic waistband of her panties, tugged them down just as she'd done his.
"Yeah!" he exclaimed. "Let's see what you've got!" Then he paused, sucking in his breath. "Wow!" he breathed. "She's better than the chick in the pictures!"
"I'll say...." Alex muttered under his breath. His plan was working out better than he'd dared to hope. Jesus, Holly had only been a little kid last summer ... but now he thought she had a better body than any of the girl's he'd dated. So what if she was his sister-she was still a female, and a damned fine female at that!
For an icy instant Holly's body felt frozen in shock, but then, impulsively, she struck a seductive pose with one hand on hip, one lifted above her head.
"You like me?" she slurred, letting her hand slip down to cup her heatedly pulsing breast, just like the girl in the pictures. Tentatively, shivering at her own lewd pose, she began tweaking her soft pink nipple bud into tingling, diamond-chip hardness. Her eyelids drooped shut, and in the elusive sense of privacy that descended upon her, she snaked her other hand over the curve of her smooth-fleshed hip to tangle in the silken threads of her pussy hair.
"Goddamn!" Kevin gasped. Never in a thousand years would he have thought his little sister could act so wanton! "Unreal!"
As the low hiss of admiration echoed dimly in the inebriated blonde's ears, her movements grew even more obscene. All thought was blotted from her consciousness now, and all that she was fully aware of was the urgent excitement rippling through her bloodstream to every nerve ending in her aroused body, plus the added incitement of knowing that she was together with her handsome brothers rather than alone in her own bed. Slowly and deliberately, she sank her fingers in between her trembling thighs, enjoying the forbidden thrill that shot up and down her spine at the electric contact of finger and swollen pussy flesh.
"Go, baby, go!" Alex hissed. Then he moved toward the Danish Modern pole lamp beside the sofa and turned off all but one of the 75-watt bulbs. Focusing the remaining one on his young sister's voluptuous figure, so that she appeared to be wriggling in front of a stage spotlight, he sank back down onto the sofa, his aching cock-shaft in one hand.
Holly's alcohol-glazed green eyes fluttered open as she felt the light's warmth directed upon her, and suddenly something snapped in her inexperienced young brain. A lurid picture of the photograph her older brother had showed her flashed before her, and to her brother's shocked pleasure she began to imitate the girl on the cover, spreading her shapely legs farther and farther apart until she collapsed upon the fluffy white throw rug in front of the unlit fireplace, her body sprawled in wanton abandon.
There was utter silence in the Hansen family room now, save for the labored sounds of the three adolescents' breathing. Both brothers stood up from the leather sofa and moved toward the writhing form of their little sister, their hardened cocks throbbing in their hands.
"Oooooohhhhh," the drunken blonde mewled, spreading her lithe, sculpted legs as far apart as possible-much farther than the model in the pornographic magazine, since Holly was the best cheerleader at Kalamazoo's Northern Junior High, The hedonistic sensuality of her own moans drove the debauched teenager to new heights of arousal. This was the most exciting thing that she'd ever done, and she didn't care how wicked it was. In fact, the very thought of how shameless she was incited her to further erotic display, and with another strangled groan, she let the middle finger of her right hand slip into the hungrily pulsating slit of her virginal vagina.
Suddenly Kevin couldn't stand anymore. Lurching unsteadily toward the lamp, he flicked off the electricity and grabbed his raging hard-on, skinning back the foreskin with frantic strokes and allowing his impatiently throbbing cock-head to meet the fevered jerkings of his fist. Hoping that no one else was noticing him, he began pumping up and down his fire-filled shaft in uncontrolled excitement.
Although Kevin, in his own frenzy of erotic arousal, was unaware that his self-manipulations were witnessed, his brother and sister were both dimly aware of the obscene sound of flesh slapping against flesh. Alex's hand was already around his own rampant young penis, and without removing his eyes from the wildly inciting spectacle of young Holly's slim white hand digging into her coral-pink pussy flesh, he began pistoning his hand along his swollen cock-shaft, wild images of Holly and the girl in the photograph, mingled with intermittent images of his father's new bride, flashing through his mind.
Uuuugghhhhhh ... hhhhhhmmmmmmm ggghhhh...." the harsh sound of her favorite brother's sharp gasps lanced through the alcoholic fog surrounding Holly's brain and drowned her in obscene desire. Jerking her slim young hips upward to meet the plunging strokes of her frantically thrusting finger, she strove for the wonderful feeling that, until tonight, she had only enjoyed in total privacy. Wet, warm flesh clasped around her impaling finger, and suddenly there was nothing left but the delicious sensation of impending orgasm.
"Oooooooggggggghhhhh," she whimpered, the low ecstatic cry escaping her lips as her tight pussy channel was filled with her own pressuring finger. Her slender legs began seesawing back and forth in an urgent rhythm, and her other hand pinched wildly at her nerve-tingling nipples.
Suddenly Alex felt his achingly tumid penile flesh swell into even greater rigidity, and his blood-engorged balls tightened and churned in uncontrolled furor. Beside him in the darkness of the recreation room, he heard the obscene sound of his brother's hand pumping up and down on his own swollen shaft of flesh, and he knew that it was a matter of minutes before he shot his hot overload of accumulated sperm over Holly's sensually squirming loins.
"Rrrrrrggggghhhhhh!" he growled from deep in his throat, and then he groped for the lamp switch and flooded the room with bright light.
Holly had been hovering just on the peak of explosion, her entire young body straining for the final ecstasy of release, when Alex flicked on the lamp. Her alcohol-glazed eyes popped open to meet the lascivious sight of her two brother's thickly throbbing cocks poised just over her obscenely splayed loins, and a soul-shattering spasm of guilt suddenly wiped out all traces of arousal. Oh God, what had she let herself do? How could she ever face her brothers after this wanton display of raw lust?
Even as the guilt-stricken blonde shuddered on the shag rug before the fireplace, her intoxicated young body wracked by alternative surges of involuntary lust and horrified shame, she felt the perverted, wet sensation of two heatedly spurting jets of thick male cum splashing down on her wantonly exposed flesh.
"No ... no, no, no!" she gasped, her entire young body frozen in despair as wave after wave of gushing hot sperm descended upon her helpless loins.
Neither youngster heard their little sister's piteous whimpers of protest, for both were wallowing in a half-unconscious sea of erotic fulfillment. Grunting and groaning like animals, they collapsed back upon the leather couch as their hugely swollen young cocks began at last to deflate like two shrinking balloons.
"NO!" Holly wailed again, more loudly. Then, snatching up her discarded blouse and panties, she fled from the room. As she reached the stairs, she turned over her shoulder to gape in open-mouthed dismay at her two stupefied brothers who still sat, limply useless penises still clutched in their palms, staring in confusion at her.
"OH, NO, NO!" she screamed at them, then escaped up the stairs toward the dark safety of her bedroom. "You bastards!" she flung over her shoulder as she slammed the door, though she knew they wouldn't hear her.
As she stood panting for breath against the door, she knew, too, that it was no use blaming Alex and Kevin. She, Holly, was the one who'd acted like a wanton whore ... there was no escaping the dreadful reality of her shamelessly drunken performance.
The young blonde keeled over upon the bed, all her guilty thoughts momentarily stilled as she fell into a deep alcoholic slumber.
CHAPTER THREE
Holly slept like a log until six o'clock the next morning when her dreamless unconsciousness was disturbed by a nightmare in which she was lying on a bed with photographers stationed on all sides of her and flash-bulbs popping as she plunged her hand in and out of her feverishly pulsing cuntal depths.
"Noooo," she moaned, her blood-shot eyes flicking open to meet the first rays of the oppressively cheerful June sun. Her head swam dizzily, but the healthy young girl didn't really suffer from a hangover. Nevertheless, she felt miserable ... she had no idea how she could ever face the world again after the disgraceful way she'd made evident her own wantonness. And even now, in her sleep, her traitorous hand was curled deep down between her quivering thighs.
Putting her hands clasped together over her chest, the troubled young blonde attempted to sink back into the blissful unawareness of slumber. Just as she'd nearly succeeded, though, her entire body tensed in alarm as she heard the distinct sound of her door handle turning. Afraid to open her eyes, Holly lay in taut expectation. It must be one of her brothers ... who else could it possibly be ... but who?
Kevin! she thought, her heart thumping against her ribs. But then, as she peeked out from under her eyelids, she knew that the dark shadow tiptoeing toward her bed was too tall and heavy to be her younger brother's.
"Alex!" Holly sat bolt upright, then flopped back down against her pillows as the room began to spin like a carousel before her eyes. Oh God! I'm still drunk, her mind whirled.
"What ... what are you doing here?" she added in a weak, unsteady voice.
The muscular seventeen year old started then laughed nervously.
"I just wanted ... to talk some more." He edged closer to the bed as he spoke, and then the full weight of his body was pressing beside Holly.
"Not now, Al. I just want to sleep some more." The young blonde turned over on her side, squirming away from him, but he grasped at her arm.
"No, I wanna talk now!" he hissed.
Suddenly, his fingers were gripping her arm so tightly that Holly winced from the pain. "What ... what are you doing that for?" she whispered, turning her head toward him to stare with wide, wondering eyes at her pajama-clad brother. At the sight of his strange expression, she felt clammy shivers of fear prickling along her backbone. Maybe it was just that champagne she'd drunk last night, but Alex looked exactly like a devil in this dim early morning light. His eyes shot sparks of unadulterated lust at her, and his mouth was contorted into a twisted grimace.
The boy's hand groped higher up her arm, pinching painfully at the tender flesh, then suddenly lunged out to grab her breast. As usual, she was wearing an old shirt of Kevin's to sleep in, but the thin cotton fabric afforded little protection against her brother. All at once, full realization of what was happening struck the apprehensive virgin, and she tried more vehemently to pull away from Alex.
"Holly ... Holly...." Alex gasped hoarsely, his speech still slurred from alcohol. He and Kevin had continued drinking long after their sister had fled up to her bedroom, finishing every last bottle of expensive French champagne and the rest of the gin.
"No, Al! Stop it!"
"Lie down!" the youth ordered, his other hand shooting out to pin her thigh tightly against the bed.
The urgency in her brother's tone rekindled the forbidden yearning Holly had felt the night before, and suddenly the thought of her wanton finger-fucking in front of her two naked brothers no longer filled her with sick guilt but with an undeniable excitement. As though she'd been hypnotized by his voice, she sank back limply on the mattress, a growing desire welling up inside her as a vivid picture of Alex's long, thick-veined penis flashed before her mind's eye.
"Uummm," she mewled as her brother leaned down over her, one hand pressing against her pulsating breast, the other massaging her upper leg. His green eyes bored into her face with a compelling intensity, and then his mouth was crushing against hers and his thrusting tongue was snaking into her half-open mouth.
For a brief moment, Holly allowed her tongue to play against her brother's, ignoring the warning whispers of caution in the back of her brain as tantalizing fingers of pleasure ran through her young body. Then, as Alex's hands began fumbling with the buttons of her nightshirt, she came to her senses and wrenched her mouth away.
"NO!" she cried, pushing desperately at his hard chest with her balled-up fists. "No, Al, you can't do that! No, no!"
"C'mon, Sis ... you want it as bad as I do," Alex hissed.
"NO! NO!"
The youth's strong hands caught hold of his little sister's pummeling fists, twisting her slim wrists until she gasped in anguish and tears appeared in her eyes. "Shut up!" he hissed. "You want Kevin to hear or somethin'?" And then he loomed over her squirming body, the heavy weight of his athletic loins dropping over her with such force that the breath was almost knocked from her lungs for a moment. Digging his fingers between their tight-pressed bodies, he began once again to grope for the buttons of her shirt.
"Goddamn it," Holly heard him swear under his breath as his drink-numbed hands couldn't coordinate enough to unfasten the garment. With a harsh gasp, he ripped the shirt front apart, scattering buttons across the bed and onto the carpeted floor below; then he grasped the exposed mounds of her breasts and pinched with vise-like fingers at her tiny nipples till they tautened to pulsing little pebbles.
"Aahhhgg!" Holly gasped, futilely attempting to twist out from underneath her older brother's heavy body. Since he'd mentioned Kevin, she didn't dare to protest too loudly ... and indeed, as Alex's bold fingers tweaked at the nerve-filled tips of her sensitive breasts, her will to fight him off was rapidly fading. It was wrong, terribly wrong, but her frustrated young body responded in spite of herself to the forbidden, incestuous stimulation.
Oh God, her tortured mind wailed. Oh, God ... what's happening to me? I have to stop him-I have to!
Yet as the older boy's heated mouth pressed boldly against hers then snaked a wet path along her flushed cheek to tease at her small ear, the tremors of pleasure that surged through her virginal loins were so delicious that all thought of resistance melted away. Timidly at first, then with more reckless abandon, she shot out her own little pink tongue to reciprocate the caress, her mind filled with pictures of the long-ago times when she and her two older brothers had played doctor up in the privacy of the tree house. Then, just as now, she'd known that what they were doing was strictly forbidden, but curiosity and some dark, deep excitement had overcome all her qualms. This morning, however, it wasn't a game any longer; it was real, terrifyingly and thrillingly real!
"Mmmmggghh," Holly heard herself gurgle as Alex's eager fingers continued their frantic manipulation of her breasts, rolling her tingling nipples between his thumb and forefinger until she felt as though they were on fire. Flaming sparks shot out from her stimulated breasts to every nerve ending in her young body then came to settle down in the moistening crevice of her suddenly throbbing vagina.
"No ... please, no...." she managed to choke out in spite of her growing arousal, but the words sounded more like lewd encouragement than a protest.
Alex, regardless of his half-drunken condition, caught the change in his sister's voice at once and began lapping into her ear and massaging her pliant breasts more excitedly than ever. Although Holly was still covered from the waist down by the sheet, the youngster knew now that he was going to dark to touch her down there and that she would probably not put up a serious fight. His cock jerked slightly as he sensed her thighs squirming beneath the light sheet that separated their bodies, and beads of perspiration popped out on his forehead as the enormity of what he intended to do next occurred to him.
But she's my sister! My sister! The word seemed to be flashing like a neon billboard inside his alcohol-glutted brain, first red, then green, then a blinding gold. It was unthinkable ... yet at the same time it was impossible to imagine stopping now. Beneath him, Holly was twisting so that her jouncing breasts danced in his clutching hands like small animals and her sheet-covered hips surged up to press against him. Again his virile young penis jumped out, this time to pulse against the soft warmth of her trembling upper thigh. I can't stop! his mind shrieked. I don't care if she is my sister-I gotta fuck her now!
"OOOOOhhh, nooo, noooo!" Holly whimpered again, but her brother knew she didn't mean it, for even as she cried out, her tongue was prodding wetly into his mouth to thrust in obscene hunger deep into his throat. For a long minute their mouths remained crushed together as they sucked wantonly at each other's heated tongues and tasted each other's saliva. Then, abruptly, Alex darted his hand from her breast to peel away the protecting sheet. By now, Holly was too aroused to even make a token protest to this final indecency. Her slender arms curled tightly around her older brother's neck, tangling in his dark blond hair as all sense of morality vanished from her mind. The erotic excitement flowing through her bloodstream drowned out every initial qualm, and all that seemed important was the wonderful feeling as his body molded against her own, and his fingers snaked lower and lower in the direction of her swollen pussy flesh.
"Aaahh," she murmured softly, reaching out to stroke his back and press his chest even harder against her straining breasts. The sparse hairs on his young, lean body tickled her smooth flesh as his fingers continued their agonizingly wonderful path down across her taut, churning belly until they finally entwined in the softly curling strands of her golden pubic hair.
Brother and sister continued to kiss in ever increasing passion as Alex's searching fingers gently parted her tumescent vaginal lips and slid back and forth across the moistly heated flesh that nestled inside. Little whimpers of excitement spilled from the young blonde's lips as she wriggled her pelvis up against his invading finger in a wanton little dance, and she felt as though her entire body was on fire.
"Yessss!" she heard herself wail out, and although shivers of shock cascaded over her at the thought that she could act so shameless, she couldn't hold back another impassioned cry. "Oooooh ... it's gooddd ... gooodddd!"
Oh God,! she agonized silently, I'm lost ... I'm doing the worst thing I could possibly do. But I can't help it ... I need to feel him touching me ... I'd die if he stopped. It must mean that I'm really nothing but a whore inside-a slut-a tramp! I don't even want to be touching Alex-I only want Kevin ... but I can't help it, I love it anyway! OH KEVIN! KEVIN! I CAN'T HELP IT!
Holly was choking out a steady stream of incomprehensible noises now as her older brother's insistently extended middle finger found the nerve-filled bud of her clitoris and began to circle it in ever-increasing intensity. Somehow, it felt a thousand times more exciting when he caressed the pulsating button than when she fingered herself in her lonely bed.
"Oh, don't stop ... don't stop ... it's so goooodd!" she wailed as Alex's outstretched finger suddenly slipped away from her inflamed clitoris. A rush of cool morning air swept over her naked loins as he wrenched his body out of her grasping arms, and Holly's eyes flew open in despair. Then, as she saw that he was tugging off his pajama bottoms, she gave a shameless whimper of delight which turned to an inhuman gurgle as the sight of his hugely swollen penis met her lust-glazed eyes.
Oh God! It was so big ... even thicker than it had seemed the night before in her drunken condition. Pulsing veins bulged out on the hardened flesh, and the glistening red cock-head looked far too large to ever fit into her tiny vagina. A thrill of fear shot along her backbone, but in spite of her apprehension, she was filled with a strange curiosity about how the throbbing pole of cock-flesh would feel beneath her fingers.
"Touch it, Sis," Alex groaned as if he'd read her forbidden thought. "C'mon, touch my cock!"
A shudder rippled through Holly's body, but as her brother's hand renewed its wonderful electric contact with her desire-drenched vaginal slit, she found her own hand gingerly reaching out toward his turgid rod of male flesh. Taking a deep breath, she grasped the fullness of its pulsating length in her right hand then squeezed involuntarily as it lurched against her palm.
"It's ... so b-big, Al," she whispered. "So hard...." But in spite of her trepidation, little fingers of fascinated excitement were wafting through her bloodstream, and once again she pressed her fingers tightly against the warm, rubbery penis.
"That's it ... that feels so fucking good," Alex groaned, stroking even faster and deeper into his baby sister's warmly clasping vagina. She was tight all right, but as her pleasure grew, the walls of her virginal passage relaxed enough to allow two of his fingers to plunge inside.
"But ... but, Al ... ahhhh! Ohhh ... I'm a ... ohhhh ... a virgin," It was hard for the young girl to choke out her words between the involuntary groans of pleasure that spewed from her lips, but she felt she had to make sure her brother understood that she'd only been boasting when she'd told him she was experienced. He didn't seem to understand that the thickly pulsating cock-shaft which now throbbed in her hand wound never, never fit into her tiny pussy. If he tried, he'd surely rip her to pieces inside! "Yeah, yeah," Al rasped. "I'll be careful, Sis ... gentle ... yeah...." He wriggled his two fingers inside her moistly clasping cuntal passage then added, "See-if this fits inside so will my cock. You'll see!"
Holly shook her head, but she kept her fingers curled around his throbbing thickness as she stared intently into his eyes in search for reassurance. His powerful, well-muscled chest and arms loomed above her, as strong-looking as a full-grown man's and tanned a healthy golden-brown by the sun. Alex was really handsome, just as good-looking as her favorite brother, Kevin, really-he looked harder, more manly, more excitingly unfamiliar. Perhaps it was just the way his face looked contorted with lust that he seemed like a stranger, but the thought sent a peculiar shiver of forbidden longing through Holly's finger-filled vagina.
Impulsively, the young girl ground her buttocks up against the impaling hand so that her brother's fingertips grazed against the ultra-sensitive mound of her cervix.
"Oooohhh...." Her feverish whimper trailed off as her golden head fell back on the pillow and a spasm of desire cut like a knife through her belly. More! she thought frantically. I want more of these feelings ... I want to feel everything....
Suddenly, Alex's thrusting fingers began hammering into her virginal pussy in a wild staccato rhythm that made the inexperienced blonde lose her self-control completely. Then, just when she thought she couldn't possibly feel any more excited, he dropped his head to her naked breasts and began to suck on one tingling little pink bud as though he wanted to devour it in his heated mouth.
The lewd, wetly sluicing sounds of flesh against flesh mingled with the two teenager's whimpers and groans to create a weird erotic chorus that echoed through the thin walls of the modern split-level to invade the dreams of the youngster asleep across the hall. He tossed restlessly, one hand slipping unconsciously beneath the sheet toward his partially stiffened young penis as a naked blonde bearing a strange resemblance to his younger sister suddenly appeared in his dream.
Completely oblivious now to her brother across the hall, Holly raised her hands up to tangle in Alex's long blond hair and pull his wildly working lips closer to her tingling breasts. His wildly working fingers in her virginal vagina were driving her into a mindless delirium of sensuality, and she began to thrash on the bed in ecstasy as he inserted still another finger in her burning cuntal depths. Three fingers inside of her-it was so obscene, so thrillingly perverted ... and it felt better than anything ever had before in her entire life!
"Good! Good ... ohhhhh, good!" she mewled against Alex's soft hair, all her inhibitions vanishing in the face of her rising passion. Nothing really mattered except the fact that they were together, their bodies molded together and surging with erotic excitement. At this point she felt ready to do anything her older brother asked, no matter how wicked and degenerate it might be.
"Good ... sooo goooddd!" she called out again, so loudly this time that Kevin tossed more restlessly than ever in his bed across the corridor.
Suddenly, Alex sank his three impaling fingers to the hilt in Holly's desire-drenched vagina then wrenched them all the way out. His virile adolescent cock had swollen to such an enormous erection beneath his sister's eager ministrations that he no longer felt able to contain himself. If he didn't get his penis up inside her tight little pussy right now, he was going to shoot his hot load all over her squeezing hand like a dumb little kid.
"Ready, baby?" he gasped in a hoarse, lust-distorted voice. "Ready for my cock?"
"Yessss," the fourteen year-old whimpered without a moment's hesitation. The moment his fingers had stopped their wonderful stroking rhythm inside her fire-filled vagina, she'd felt an unbearable aching emptiness down between her trembling thighs. Even though his big cock might hurt her, she wanted to feel it throbbing in her cunt as it was now in her hand. "Yes, Alex," she repeated, her voice sounding shrill and child-like in the early morning stillness of her bedroom. "Put your cock in my pussy."
The older brother did not fail to catch the tone of the girlish innocence in Holly's obscene words, and he suddenly felt stone-sober as full realization of the immensity of what they were doing washed over him like a dose of ice water. This wasn't just any girl who was writhing and crying in total abandon beneath him-it was Holly, his baby sister! How in God's name had he ever let this happen ... how had he dared? Shit, even after a case of champagne it was completely impossible. Yet he couldn't stop now, even though it might really mess the poor kid up later, for she was driving him crazy with her squirming and pleading.
Never, not with any of the girls he'd dated either up at school or here in Kalamazoo, had he felt so unbearably horny. Little Holly had a body worth a million dollars, and more importantly, she responded to his touches with real warmth, not like all those phony, uptight chicks who just went along with kissing when you could tell they didn't feel a thing themselves. Maybe his sister was only fourteen, but she was still a hell of a lot more of a woman than the seventeen year olds he knew.
A wave of tenderness for his little sister swept over the youth, and suddenly his guilt about what he was about to do melted. He loved her, really loved her in the way that counted most of all ... so why not make love to her beautiful body, too? People all said it was wrong, but WHY was it if they both wanted it? And wasn't it better for him to be the first one rather than some insensitive creep who didn't care if he hurt or frightened her?
"Al...?" Holly whispered, giving his rigid thickness a tight little squeeze that almost drove him out of his mind with desire then pulling the thick foreskin up and down over the smooth red head of his bulging cock. "Wh-why did you stop. What's the m-matter?"
"Oh, Jesus, Holly, stop it," he groaned, wrenching his hips away so that his aching penis slid from her clutching hands. He began repositioning his loins so that he was on his knees in front of the naked girl, between her widespread knees.
For one devastating moment, Holly didn't realize why Alex had pulled away from her. He doesn't want me, her mind wailed. He's just been teasing me, making fun of me! And now I've made a complete fool of myself-I'll never be able to look at him again. A cold lump of despair settled in the pit of her churning belly, and she could feel hot tears brimming up at the corners of her mouth. Oh, how could he be so mean? I really wanted him to do it tome....
A moment later, the hopeless coldness inside her was replaced by a flaming ecstasy as her older brother's hands reached out to squeeze her swollen breasts, and the moist, blunt head of his penis made electric contact with the sensitive lips of her never-before-entered pussy. Opening her eyes, she watched in awed excitement as the thick, angry-red penis throbbed between her trembling white thighs. It still looked impossibly large, but she no longer felt afraid.
"You want it?" Alex hissed, though he knew he wouldn't be able to stop now even if she'd answered negatively. "You really want it. Sis?"
"Yes, Al," the young blonde moaned, never taking her wide green eyes from the hugely distended flesh pole pointed directly at her quivering vaginal entrance. "Yes, pleezzee!"
The youth bent over his sister to plant an urgent kiss on her soft lips, his tongue once again snaking into her welcoming mouth. Simultaneously, he flicked his athletic hips forward slightly so that his throbbing cock-head slid along the exposed pink cuntal flesh between Holly's soft, golden pubic curls. She stiffened and jerked from the contact then moaned aloud as his hardened thickness rubbed against the half-hidden bud of her clitoris.
Although Alex had wanted to make this first entry as easy and painless as possible for his little sister, he found himself losing all self-control as she wriggled in eager anticipation below him. Unable to wait another second, he skidded his thick penis back down to the tiny orifice of her virginal pussy and pushed against the ungiving flesh until his mushrooming head shot inside.
"Nooo!" Holly shrieked as burning arrows of pain shot through her invaded vagina. "Nooo, stop! It huurrtts!"
"I can't stop!" Alex gasped hoarsely. "I gotta do it!"
With all the strength in his athletic young loins, the boy began to skewer against the impossibly tight little cuntal channel, slowly and agonizingly making his way deeper and deeper into the clasping, butter-soft depths of her pussy. When his long penis was almost halfway inside, the exquisite pressure of her fearfully contracting cuntal walls so incited him that he plunged, reaming his pulsating virility all the way to the hilt in one vicious thrust.
"AAAEEEGGHHH!" Holly wailed, vainly trying to pull away from the huge, impaling penis and unwittingly increasing her own agony. "Aaaaeeeehhh ... aaahhhh...." Her screams of pain changed to a sobbing whimper as she lay completely rigid beneath the cruelly pinning cock-staff, afraid to move for fear of intensifying her torture.
Oh, God! her mind screamed. I'm too small! He's tearing me to shreds inside! I'll never be able to make love like a normal woman. I'm built wrong....
For a moment, Alex held his straining member still inside the whimpering blonde's no-longer-virginal pussy, delighting in the way her vaginal muscles clung to his throbbing hardness like a tight-fitting kid glove. He knew he was hurting her terribly, but he couldn't stop now. Hopefully, lying still would give her a chance to adjust to the massive size of his cock.
"Relax," Holly heard her brother's voice through a swimming sea of pain. "That'll make it feel better."
Relax? How could she possibly relax when she was being slowly and brutally tortured to death? Or at the very least, maimed in some shameful, irreparable way?
"I caann'tt," she whimpered. "It's too big! It's too-AARRGGHH!" Her voice shrilled to an anguished wail as the enormous flesh cudgel throbbed inside her wide-stretched vaginal sheath, pulled out almost all the way, and then shot back down so forcefully that it felt as though white-hot flames were searing the vainly resisting walls of her cuntal passage. Then, in spite of her piteous cries, he began to stroke smoothly in and out of her burning vagina.
The pain was so intense that Holly had to do something. Clenching her eyes shut, she tried her best to relax her fear-tautened cuntal muscles, drawing in deep, shuddering breaths of air as she did so. Much to her amazed relief, the flaming torment lessened almost at once, fading to a dull ember of pain. All of a sudden, the delicious excitement she'd felt when her brother had finger-fucked her returned in a rush, and she moved her hips in tentative response to his thrusting penis.
"Oooohh!" she gurgled. "Ohhh, Al!"
"It's good? You like it?" he grunted, his own already frantic lust heightened by her pleasure.
Grabbing her long, lithe legs, he tugged them still further apart so that they were splayed out on either side of his bucking hips. As he'd hoped, Holly kicked them up to fasten around his back, instinctively positioning herself so that her now-eager pussy could receive the most pleasure from his spearing cock-shaft. A little mewl of desire rippled from her lips, and when Alex peered between her firm, apple-shaped young breasts at her face, he saw that her features were contorted with lust.
Jesus Christ! he gloated. His little sister was really outta sight! She loved screwing as much as he did!
Letting his passion-flushed face fall forward onto the resilient mounds of her milk-white breasts, the seventeen year old football player plunged with all his considerable energy into the willingly offered warmth of his. baby sister's newly deflowered pussy. His plunges were so mindlessly brutal that pain once again rippled through Holly's slender body, but this time it was mingled with a strange, masochistic pleasure, and she rocked her buttocks up to meet his burning strokes in spite of the agony. Yet even though she wanted him to continue his passionate ravishment, she couldn't contain her involuntary gasps of anguish.
"Oooohh ... ahhhhh! EEEhhhh ... oh, noooo!" she chanted shrilly, her soft, smooth feet pounding a frantic tattoo on his lurching back.
Holly's helpless mewls sang in her older brother's ears, and strangely enough, he found himself hotly aroused by them. Little chills of sadism spiraled along his spine, and his cock pounded harder than ever into the velvet-soft depths of her vagina, striking against the spongy cervix with each impaling lunge.
"Oh, Al ... Allll!" the young blonde wailed. Her inexperienced pussy felt completely filled with pulsating male flesh, and she could feel each and every ridge and vein on his hardened cock-shaft. Her discomfort increased with each passing moment, yet still she continued to undulate up to meet his punishing penis.
Alex Hansen had never felt his cock so hot and heavy ... Jesus, it must weigh a ton! He could feel pent-up sperm churning in his testicles each time they slapped against the upturned ass-cheeks of his whimpering little sister, and he knew it would not be long now before his turgid penis was exploding inside the tightly clasping tunnel of her vagina. Forcing his powerful hips back and forth in a seesawing motion that rocked his sister's body along with him, he grasped onto her uplifted legs and clutched them like the two handles of a wheelbarrow. In this obscene position, he knew his strokes would enter her more deeply than ever, and that she would be more likely to reach her orgasm before his impending climax shot seething white sperm into her tiny pussy.
When her brother's rough hands shoved her legs into the air, Holly felt as though his surging hardness was spearing through her entire body; that any moment it would come bursting out her throat. Her doubled-over body ached ... her violated vagina burned more wildly than before ... yet she loved it, every painful minute of it! Her once-untouched pussy was being unmercifully ravished beneath the strong male loins of her own brother, and the very thought so incited her that she ground her pelvis up against him more excitedly than ever.
Gradually, all the torturous discomfort inside the young girl evaporated, leaving in its wake only ecstatic sparks of mounting passion that seemed to swivel out in an ever-growing orbit from her besieged cuntal channel to each nerve ending in her newly-awakened body. Wave after wave of exquisite arousal raged through her, and she realized through the cloud of desire that blanketed her brain that soon she would be reaching a release more beautiful than anything she had ever dreamed of before.
"Oh ... oh ... ohhh...." she cried out through chattering teeth. "I love it ... love fucking ... FUCKING. Do it harder ... FUCK ME HARDER!"
Never before had she uttered this forbidden word, and the sound of it echoed in her ears and brought her nearer the edge of rapturous explosion. "Fuck ... fuck ... fuck...." she chanted, bucking up against Alex's rampaging penis with such frenzy that her brother opened his eyes to stare down at her in lust-deranged amazement.
Holly's features looked dramatically changed to the older boy, her eyeballs rolling back in her head, her pink tongue loosely flicking from her half-open mouth, her nostrils distended. The sight of his little sister's uninhibited wantonness so incited him that he plunged into her heated cuntal depths with harder and faster strokes, forcing the convulsing walls of her vagina before his rampaging cock-head. Suddenly, just as he felt his blood-engorged balls were about to explode, she began to scream, a high, frenzied shriek not unlike that of an animal.
"AAAEEEUIGGHHH!" Holly cried out, thrashing in convulsive bliss beneath the pinioning spear of heated male flesh. She was cumming ... not just in her pussy, but in every cell of her young body ... exploding within her in flash after flash of liquid lightning ... a death ... a rebirth ... a rainbow-colored flood of bittersweet ecstasy.
"AAAAHHH!" her shrill, piercing scream echoed through her bedroom as her heels drummed into Alex's back and her hands tangled in his tousled blond hair. "I'M CUUMMMUNNGGG! Oh, yessss ... yesssss! Oh, more, more, ooohhh!"
"Christ!" Alex groaned. "I'm cumming too ... NNOWWW!"
The next instant, he felt hot floods of sperm shooting down from his aching testicles to splash in jet after jet of exquisite release against the walls of Holly's spasming vagina. Brother and sister clung together, their bodies wracked by the overwhelming ecstasy of total fulfillment as the warm, white, life-giving seed filled every inch of the young girl's cuntal channel and spilled down her thighs and into her golden pussy hair in thin rivulets.
"Goddamn," Alex exclaimed at last, falling in total exhaustion upon the trembling body of his younger sister. His deflating penis still lay inside her warm cunt, twitching now and then, and she continued to automatically milk its last droplets of semen. Their mouths met in a wanton, blissful kiss, and then finally his limp cock slid with a lewd little popping sound from the quivering sheath of her no-longer-virginal pussy.
For a few minutes, the only sound in the bedroom was their rasping breathing. Finally, Holly stirred, rolling out from under the crushing weight of her brother's body.
"Oh, Al...." she murmured in a low, musical voice that sounded strangely unfamiliar to her own ears. "Al ... Al! It was soo gooood!"
But her brother was already sound asleep.
Holly stared at his naked body for a long time, her eyes lingering on the now-flaccid penis that had only minutes before been so wonderfully long and thick. A little sigh of contentment broke from her lips, and then she turned toward the window. The sun was fully risen by now, and the sky was robin's egg blue instead of fiery rose. The tops of two old elm trees and a deep green pine flickered before her eyes, just as they had every morning for the past nine years. Only she was different ... so very, very different....
"I'm a woman now," she whispered to herself, a little thrill surging through her satisfied loins at the sound of her own voice. "My life is truly beginning...." Clasping her small hands between her cum-stained thighs, she cuddled against her older brother's inert body and fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.
CHAPTER FOUR
On Tuesday night, a week and a half after Hank Hansen married Gloria McDonald, his oldest son Alex had a date with the Homecoming Queen from Kalamazoo High. For this momentous occasion, he saw fit to borrow his father's dark blue Lincoln Continental, and as he sauntered from the house clad in his trendy new pin-striped suit and wide psychedelic tie, he benevolently offered his younger brother the use of his VW bus.
Although there was certainly nothing more exciting happening in Battle Creek than in Kalamazoo, the teenagers felt obliged to take advantage of this rare gift and drove there. Usually, Alex was loath to loan his beloved bus to anyone, particularly fifteen year old Kevin who as yet had only a learner's permit, and the younger boy wondered again what had come over his brother lately. Maybe it was just because they were alone without adults, but he'd never seen the seventeen year old acting so cheerful and friendly.
He stole a glance at Holly, perched close beside him on the high seat. She had acted strange this past week, too, not moping around in her room listening to David Cassidy albums and giggling on the phone with her stupid girlfriends, Shirley and Pam, but instead wanting to spend all her time with her brothers. Even the clothes she wore were different-no more jeans and old tee-shirts, but short dresses and mini-skirts. Tonight, for instance, the fourteen year old wore a little white dress made out of some thin nylon stuff that rode up to the tops of her thighs when she sat down, and pulled tightly over her obviously braless breasts.
A hot flash of excitement rippled over Kevin's young body at the sight of those perfectly rounded mounds, each topped with a hard little nipple that peaked through the thin material of her sundress. Then suddenly the big VW bus swerved, and he was forced to turn his attention toward the rear-view mirror.
Holly wasn't saying much this evening, which made Kevin feel more uncomfortable than ever ... the old Holly had been a chatterbox. She sat with her attention apparently focused on the trees and houses flashing by the windows, a funny little smile playing around her full pink lips. As he glanced at his sister again, Kevin felt his virile penis give a little jerk against his tight levis. Christ, it wasn't just his brother and sister who were acting weird; he himself hadn't felt the same since ... since the night Dad got married, the night they drank all that bubbly and....
Again the VW bus eased onto the gravel on the side of the road, and its young driver erased all the disturbing memories from his mind in the interest of safety.
Although Holly appeared intent on the landscape, her eyes were actually seeing nothing of the verdant spring countryside. Instead, her head was teeming with salacious images of the wonderful things Alex had been teaching her at night, after Kevin was asleep. Almost every evening since that first morning he'd been with her, and by now she felt she must know everything there was to know about sex. It sure made things wonderful, having an older brother to show you all these things; now she realized that her girlfriends-even Shirley Soderber, who claimed to have had a "love affair" with a counselor at camp last summer-didn't really know what they were talking about. Nor was she about to enlighten them, for this was her own beautiful secret, to hold to herself and treasure.
Holly no longer felt the least bit of shame about her nocturnal activities, but she was intelligent enough to see that the rest of the world was not as tolerant of incest as she was. Incest ... the word seemed to have lost most of its meaning for her ... it sounded dirty and sinful, somehow, but deep inside she knew that the pleasure that she and Al gave each other couldn't be evil. Perhaps she ought to use another word-brotherly love, perhaps.
The smile on the fourteen year old blonde's heart-shaped face broadened at her own thoughts, and Kevin turned to look at her questioningly.
"What's up, Sis?" he asked, "What's so funny?"
Holly turned to look at her younger brother's boyishly handsome face, then reached out impulsively and took hold of one of his hands. It felt warm and dry, and a little tremor of excitement ran down her backbone at the feel of his pulse beating against her own. Tenderly, she gave his hand a squeeze.
"Nothing's up," she smiled. "I'm just thinking about how great things are without grown-ups around. Don't you wish it could go on all summer-just think of the fun we could have."
Kevin's penis gave another lurch as the girl beside him clasped his hand in her soft palm, and when he glanced down under his eyelids at his lap, he saw with embarrassment that the stiffening cock-shaft was tenting against his tight jeans. Jeez, he hoped Holly wouldn't notice! What was the matter with him lately, anyhow ... ever since that wedding night he'd been plagued by erotic dreams, and he seemed to have a constant hard-on, especially when his sister was around.
"Yeah," he answered her in a rather breathless voice. "If Dad were home, he'd never have let us go out driving together tonight, that's for sure. Sure can't wait till I'm sixteen next month!"
"Is Dad going to let you buy a car?"
"Yeah-but I don't want a big pile of junk like this," Kevin began, then launched into a long description of the merits of various makes of sports cars.
Holly nodded and smiled, but made no attempt to keep her mind on the conversation. When he'd placed his hand back on the steering wheel, she'd let her own lie just beside his muscular thigh, and even this innocent contact was exciting the sexually awakened teenager very much. All during childhood, her dark-haired brother had been her favorite, and even now that she was making love with Alex, her emotions for Kevin were far stronger. She couldn't care less whether Al went out with the Kalamazoo High Homecoming Queen, but she was very, very glad that Kevin seemed to have no interest in dating anyone this summer.
Casting down her olive-green eyes, she peered through her long lashes at the growing bulge between her brother's legs, suppressing with difficulty an impulse to reach out and stroke it to full erection as she did with Alex's penis. How much more intense her erotic pleasure would be with Kevin ... how wonderful it would feel to have his hard cock sliding fast and deep into her throbbing vagina ... to feel his mouth sucking at her breasts....
An involuntary shiver shook her body, and Kevin broke off his speech to stare down at his sister.
"You cold?" he asked. "Wanna borrow my sweater?"
Holly wasn't the least bit cold-in fact, she felt extraordinarily warm, but not from a heat that had anything to do with the temperature of the air. Yet she accepted the heavy cardigan, for it smelled warmly and excitingly of her brother's body.
How come he's never tried to touch me, not since that time on the sailboat? Holly asked herself. And then once again an enigmatic smile flashed across her lush lips at the sheer absurdity of her thoughts ... why should anyone expect their brother to caress them, anyway. Wow, she was sure feeling different than the rest of the world, that was for sure ... and she didn't care at all. Tonight, she vowed, I'll try to find out if he likes me ... I mean, really likes me....
"Hey, whatta you keep smiling at?" Kevin's voice was just tinged with resentment, for he somehow sensed his sister's mind wasn't really on what he was saying.
"Nothing," Holly answered, pressing her hand against his leg. "I just feel happy-that's all."
She's probably thinking about some other guy, he thought, remembering his younger sister's drunken remark about how sexually experienced she was. I wonder just what she does with other guys ... does she go all the way, or just let them play with her tits, or what? Jeez, if she just weren't my sister ... Suddenly a vivid-as-life vision of the obscene dance Holly had performed for her brothers the night after their Dad's wedding passed before Kevin's brain. That sure hadn't been the sort of thing a blushing virgin did, not even after consuming at least a bottle of champagne!
Inching closer to her brother, Holly let the side of her naked thigh press lightly against his blue jeans. "It's just so nice to be riding around like with you," she continued in a soft voice.
"Yeah," the dark-haired teenager agreed. "Sure was nice of Alex to give me the car-I can't figure why he's suddenly acting so decent. Hell, up at school he acts like he's too important to waste time talking to me."
Holly didn't want to discuss Alex, at least not with Kevin. She turned to stare out the window at the brightly lit windows of the medium-sized Michigan town.
"Hey, let's stop for ice cream," she cried, changing the subject. "There's that place with all the weird flavors!"
"Good idea." Kevin spun into the parking lot.
As his sister climbed out of the bus, her short skirt slid up to afford Kevin a tantalizing glimpse of her round white ass-cheeks and the little strip of her nylon lace panties. He remained in the drivers seat for a moment, watching the way her hips wriggled under the form-fitting little dress as she walked around the front of the bus. Something he'd heard guys saying at school came back to him: "You can always tell if a girl's a virgin on not by the way she walks." Until now, he'd always scoffed at this theory ... but now, he realized that there definitely was something different about the way his little sister carried herself. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but he knew it was there.
It certainly didn't do anything for Kevin's ego to think that his fourteen year old sister knew more about sex than he did himself. A wave of shame flooded over him as he thought of his own virginity. What was the matter with him anyway, for Christ's sake? Alex, he knew, had made it with a chick when he was only twelve. Only he, Kevin, was weird, a social misfit, the black sheep of the Hansen family.
But as soon as Kevin got out of the bus, Holly took hold of his hand, and his black adolescent mood evaporated as suddenly as it had appeared. They walked into the large ice cream parlor, smiling happily at one another, and when they'd selected their flavors, the lady behind the counter insisted on adding an extra scoop of Rocky Ripple to Kevin's two scoops of Chocolate Mint Fudge.
"That's our newest flavor," she smiled at them, waving away the extra money Kevin handed her. "No, it's the least I can do for two nice kids in love. It makes me feel young again just looking at the two of you."
There was an embarrassed silence as they walked back out to the car and pulled out of the parking lot, neither knowing whether or not to say something about the woman's mistake. "Two nice kids in love" was far too near the truth for them to be able to make a joke of it.
Kevin cleared his throat. "What do we do now?" he asked. Somehow he felt too restless to go straight back home, but there wasn't much to do in Battle Creek on a weekday night. "Wanta go see a flick or something?"
Holly shook her long blonde hair and swirled her pink tongue slowly around the top of her Champagne Sherbert. Its cold taste reminded her of the night after the wedding in a way that sent tingling excitement surging through her bloodstream, and she knew the last thing she wanted to do was sit still in some dumb movie.
"Let's ... oh, I don't know ... let's just go for a drive. The long way home, by Silver Lake."
The young boy nodded and swung out onto the highway, turning at the first intersection onto a more narrow, almost empty county road that wound past heavily wooded little hills and occasional farmhouses as soon as they were out of the city. Now that he didn't have to concentrate so hard on the traffic, he stole more glances at his sister, who was sitting even closer to him than before.
Jesus, the way she was licking that ice cream cone was so strangely erotic he could scarcely bear to look at her, for all he could think of was that book of Alex's and the photograph of the woman with a man's prick inside her mouth. It was a terrible thing to be thinking about his own sister, but he just couldn't erase the picture from his mind any better than he could control the eager pulsing of his virile young cock.
"That lady in the ice cream place was real nice, wasn't she?" Holly asked suddenly, breaking the long silence.
"Yeah," said Kevin. He was glad for the darkness that hid his furious blush.
"Wasn't it funny that she thought you were my boyfriend?" Holly pressed. She could tell that her brother was embarrassed, but this seemed the perfect opening for finding out just what he did think of her.
"Yeah."
"I mean, it just goes to show that it doesn't so much matter whether you're related to someone or not...." Now what the hell does she mean by that? Kevin asked himself. If she weren't my sister I'd think she was making a play for me or something....
"Yeah," he muttered again. Then it was his turn to change the subject. "Say, isn't that Shirley Soderberg's summer house?"
He pointed through a thick grove of oaks and pines toward a large white structure. Just beyond the house, a patch of Silver Lake could be seen.
A glimmering of a plan began to formulate in Holly's brain. Though she knew perfectly well that the Soderberg's only used their house on weekends until the first of July, she suggested, "Why don't we stop and see if she's home, and maybe go for a swim or something. It's warm enough, I think...." There was a light on in the kitchen window of the large beach cottage, but as the young girl had surmised there was no one there. Brother and sister stood on the wooden porch, taking deep breaths of the pine-scented air and looking intently at one another.
"Let's go down by the lake," Holly said at last in a soft voice. "We can see if the water's warm enough for a swim-nobody's gonna mind."
Taking his hand again, she led him by the path around the house and down to the wooden plank dock. She knew her way around here, having spent many summer days with her girlfriend. But tonight, standing with her brother in the light of an almost full moon and full canopy of stars, it felt like a different place ... exciting and mysterious ... and she herself felt completely changed from the innocent schoolgirl she'd been only short months before.
Kevin watched his sister plop down on the dock, her long sculpted legs bent at the knees and her arms clasped around them in such a way that he could clearly see the white lace crotchband of her brief bikini panties. Several curling tendrils of blonde cuntal hairs were escaping from underneath the tight elastic legband, and the sight of them made the youngster's already semi-erect penis pulsate painfully inside his levis.
Gingerly, he plopped down across from her, drawing up his legs in an attempt to hide his bulging erection. Jesus! He felt uncomfortable. With his legs pulled up in this position, the material of his pants pulled more tightly than ever over his throbbing hardness, and it was absolutely impossible to reply intelligently to his sister's remarks.
Holly kicked off her leather sandals and dangled her small white feet in the black water. "Ooooh, it's cold!" she shivered. "I think I'll forget about swimming tonight." Sitting up and folding her legs into the same lewdly revealing posture, the young girl smiled at her handsome brother and noticed with pleasure that he once again had a hard-on.
There was a long silence. Holly had slipped off her brother's sweater, and he could see her firm, high-set breasts jouncing as she shivered in the cool night air, their tiny nipples hardening in reaction. It seemed like every time he looked at her, she'd gotten bigger and bigger tits!
"Gee, I wish Dad and that Gloria bitch wouldn't ever come back," Holly sighed suddenly. "We have a much better time all alone-and I sure don't want to live in the same house with her!"
"Oh, come on, Hoi," her brother managed to say. "Don't get yourself all worked up about it till you've at least met her. I don't like Dad getting married any better than you do, but it's only fair to give her a chance."
Although Holly knew that her brother was undoubtedly right, somehow the very thought of Gloria McDonald caused unreasonable hatred to rise in her chest. It was also terribly frustrating to have her brother talking in that low, rational tone when she herself was seething inside, not only with emotions against her new stepmother but with ever-growing desire for her brother.
"Well, I think I've seen about all I need to of that fat slut," she began, hoping to get a rise out of the dark-haired boy beside her on the dock. "Did I tell you what I saw them doing down in the rec room when they thought I wasn't home?" She paused, hoping Kevin would evince some enthusiasm, but he continued to stare fixedly at the Soderberg's powerboat moored alongside the pier.
"Well, they were naked-or just as good as-and Daddy was sucking on her big boobs," Holly continued more vehemently. "It was disgusting, really it was! And she'd pulled her skirt up over her head so he could stick his fingers inside her pussy! And do you know what she was doing with her hands?" Once again Holly paused, sure from the expression on her brother's face that he was reacting to her words.
"Shut up!" he said tersely. "I don't wanna talk about it, Hoi." He knew his face was beet-red, but he couldn't help it. Thinking of his father with that young, voluptuous redhead he'd married so unexpectedly always made him feel peculiarly disturbed, and lurid details of their sex life struck him as downright offensive.
"But it's true!" Holly insisted, her eyes narrowing with lust as she gazed down at Kevin's rapidly swelling penis. They were both panting and groaning like ... like animals, and she had her hand right here-" As she uttered the words, Holly's small hand reached out to graze the full bulge in her brother's crotch. God, it felt so good-warm and pulsating like a little animal. "Ummmm," she breathed, looking up at her brother's shocked young face.
"Holly-what the hell-"
"You've got a hard-on, Kev," his sister purred, inching closer to him on the hard boards of the dock. She kept her little hand on the swollen protuberance, tightening her grip just slightly and watching with pleasure as his entire body stiffened and jerked in response.
"Yeah-how the hell can I help it when you keep going on about stuff like that?" Kevin's voice trembled as he tried to get control of his emotions. "C'mon, Hoi, don't keep doing that!"
He made a half-hearted attempt to remove her hand, but she had begun a gentle squeezing and up and down rubbing that felt so exquisite he just couldn't resist it. "Jesus Christ," he moaned. This was just like the feelings he'd been having in his dreams lately, only a thousand times better because it was real.
"But you were big and hard like this before I said a thing about Dad," Holly whispered softly, insinuatingly. "You can't say you weren't!"
Her face was contorted in a mask of yearning as she bent her face down over Kevin's, and he felt suddenly dizzy as her flowering perfume assaulted his nostrils. Her skillful manipulation of his penis was making it thicken with each lascivious squeeze of her fingers, and he was desperately afraid he would disgrace himself by cumming all over her hand. Waves of hot shame flooded over the youngster's body, but he felt too dazed to move even when his little sister's body was nearly on top of him, pushing him flat on his back on the wooden planks of the pier.
"Holly, cut it out!" he gasped. "What ya trying to do? Oh, Goddd!"
Kevin's protests faded into a frantic groan as the erotic excitement continued to build down in his groin. The unmistakable metallic sound of his zipper being pulled down grazed against his ears, and with a mounting sense of unreality, he watched her white fingers reaching through his open fly to touch the convulsively jerking thickness that thrust out in rigid relief at being free of the constraining fabric. On its mushrooming head a glistening drop of pre-cum secretion winked up at him.
"No, Holly, cut it out," he panted again. "I'm gonna cum if you don't stop! I can't help it!"
"But I don't want to stop," the young blonde purred, bringing her lips against his in a gentle kiss. "I want to make love with you ... I want it so bad I can't stand it! For as long as I can remember, I've been in love with you, Kevin!"
This impassioned confession so startled the teenager that he couldn't think of a thing to say. Of course, he'd always had a special feeling for Holly, too ... but it wasn't something you admitted, at least not in a way like this! Holding his breath, he watched her obviously experienced hand sliding over the reddish-purple pole of his turgid penis, pulling the thick foreskin back with each downward motion to reveal his blunt cock-head then teasingly pulling it up again.
"No, Sis," he gasped out at last. "We ... I mean, I wanna make love ... but we can't! It's incest!"
Holly only bent down to kiss him again, this time snaking her eager tongue deep into his half-open mouth. Her grasp on his ever-swelling cock tightened.
"NOoooo," he groaned into the warm cavern of her mouth. "Jesus, where'd you learn to treat a guy this way?"
"It doesn't matter where ... and it doesn't matter if it's incest, either. The only thing that makes any difference is that you're a man and I'm a woman and we want each other! You do want me, Kevin, don't you?"
A spasm of passionate need surged through the adolescent at his sister's words, and suddenly he realized that, whether or not it was wrong, he was going to let her have her way. To his intense excitement, her mouth moved from his lips to hover directly above his rampant hardness ... she was going to suck his cock!
Just last night, in the privacy of her bedroom, Holly had performed this obscene act on her other brother, Alex. It had been wonderful, but all the while she'd been imagining she were with Kevin instead. And now she was ... they were all alone out here under the stars, and his beautiful penis was hard and thick and ready, just below her mouth! His cock wasn't quite as massive as his older brother's, perhaps, but it was just as excitedly throbbing. Without wasting another minute, the pretty blonde teenager darted out her tongue to lap gently across the smooth red cock-head, tasting the tiny droplet of lubricating moisture that danced on the tiny glans slit at its very top.
"Aaaahhh ... ahhhhhh...." Kevin groaned in an agony of lustful pleasure. "You can't ... noooo!"
But his protests sounded more like cries of encouragement, and Holly had no intention of stopping in any case. Ever-increasing waves of hot excitement churned deep in her taut-muscled belly at the acrid male taste of his pre-cum secretions, and her tongue circled faster and faster over the burgeoning cock-head.
"Ggggoooddd ... your prick tastes so gooooddd!" she mewled as she readjusted her body, kneeling between her brother's spread-eagled legs so that she could better reach his pulsating thickness.
A moment later, her small, warm mouth opened wide to swallow the whole jerking head of the boy's iron-hard penis. Her hands hooked in Kevin's jeans to yank them down over his hips then stroked the hard muscles of his stomach and thighs. Down in her own awakened vagina, the first moist drops of feminine excitement were seeping out onto the thin crotch band of her lacy panties. After all those lonely nights when she'd rubbed her then-virginal pussy and thought about her handsome, dark-haired brother, her deepest desires were finally being fulfilled.
Below his sister's hungrily working lips, Kevin felt as though his entire body was about to explode into a thousand smithereens. Never in his fifteen years had anything this exciting happened to him ... not even close! Up until now no girl had so much as touched his young penis, and now his sister-his little sister who hadn't even had proper breasts last summer-was sucking his cock all the way down into her straining mouth in a way that was driving him absolutely wild with erotic delight. Where in God's name had she learned to use her mouth like this? And how many other guys had enjoyed her obscene oral caresses?
Eyes popping out of his head in incredulous wonderment, the inexperienced youth watched Holly's moistly pink lips stretching farther and farther around his ever-thickening cock-shaft. Just ten minutes ago he'd been watching her lick her ice cream cone and imagining how she would look sucking a stiffened male penis instead. Well, now he knew-and reality was a hell of a lot better than fiction!
Suddenly Kevin winced in apprehension as his little sister's fingers suddenly trailed down from his hips to slip between his legs and grope for the super-sensitive sacs of his blood-swollen testicles. He needn't have worried, for the blonde had been well-schooled in cock-sucking techniques by her eldest brother and scooped up his dangling balls as carefully and tenderly as if they'd been two frightened baby birds. Then she began to squeeze them very gently, rolling the resilient sacs around and around in her warm palms while pressing the soft pads of her fingertips against their sparsely-haired flesh in a tempo that matched the movements of her devouring lips.
"Mmmmm," the blonde gurgled, raising her eyes to peer through the tousled strands of her golden hair up at her brother's lust-dazed expression.
Somehow, her own excitement was intensified by the realization that Kevin was watching every one of her obscene movements in shocked fascination. It made her feel wickedly wanton, and she loved that feeling of being freed from all inhibitions and restraints. From Alex she'd learned the ecstasy of letting yourself become lost in the depths of passion ... only be giving everything inside you till you were a mindless mass of sensation-filled flesh could you give your partner total satisfaction. Of course the fourteen year old didn't understand the complexities of her emotions-all she knew was that something inside her drove her to gulp Kevin's penis as deep into her clasping throat as possible, to mewl and squeal in total abandonment.
"MMMmmggghhh," she crooned again, the sounds muffled by the huge pole of heated male flesh that filled her mouth. "Your beautiful balls ... mmmmhhhh ... soooo sooofffttt...." The dark-haired teenager was overwhelmed by the expression on his pretty little sister's features and the inhuman sounds bubbling from her throat. Grabbing for her soft hair, he shoved her passion-distorted face even harder against his spasming loins, oblivious to her anguished, strangled sobs as she gasped for air while he bucked his strong hips harder and harder against her desperately struggling mouth.
"NNNNnnnaarrrggghh," Holly's voice echoed weirdly over the still surface of Silver Lake and Kevin's ramrod-like penis pounded deep into the very back reaches of her gagging throat.
It was almost impossible to draw breath, but in spite of her acute discomfort, the young girl was still sucking enthusiastically on the blood-engorged cock. Her head bobbed wildly as he plunged the pulsating thickness down as far as it would go, then pulled it up between her tight-clasping lips. In spite of the cool night breeze wafting over the lake, perspiration was running in thin rivulets down the blonde's flushed face and between her freely jouncing breasts beneath her white dress. Oh God, she thought wildly, he's fucking my mouth even better than Alex did!
In some dim recess of his passion-crazed brain, Kevin Hansen was aware that his role had gradually changed to that of the aggressor. The normally mild-mannered youth felt a soaring, ego-building sense of power over his submissively slaving sister, and he began to fuck with all his might into her helplessly impaled little mouth. Just the perverted sight of her furiously flailing head and frantically stretching saliva-slickened lips drove him to a near-frenzy, and suddenly the boy's hands tugged roughly at his sister's skimpy little dress, tugging it up to her waist so that he could have the additional pleasure of watching her full, white buttocks bucking above his body, her tiny white panties clinging tightly to her cuntal crevice in a way that accentuated the lushness of her voluptuous hips.
Then he clutched at her tangled blonde curls again, shoving her head down against his fire-filled loins with brutal force.
"AAARRRRGGHHH!" his voice called out in an animal-like scream of lust, the sound echoing back from the far side of Silver Lake. Flicking his hips upward, he pushed with every ounce of energy in his healthy young loins, plunging his fire-filled cock-head down until it grazed the back of Holly's throat. Down in his balls which the madly sucking girl still cradled in the soft warmth of her hands, the aroused adolescent could feel the first stirrings of his pent-up sperm.
"Suck it," he groaned, "Suck harder! I wanna cum ... cum in your mouth!"
Her brother's obscene command made Holly's body quiver with a strange masochistic bliss. She continued her furious sucking movements, wrapping her lips like a tight elastic ring around his in-thrusting hardness and sinking her mouth down to the very base of Kevin's elongated cock. Each time his hands roughly pushed her face further down on his lewdly violating cock-shaft she thought she would surely choke on its impossible thickness ... but with each punishing stroke, her excitement flamed higher.
He's fucking my mouth just like a cunt, her mind whirled, sparks flying before her tightly closed eyes as the hardened penis crashed down again and again into her madly gulping throat. Oh, Kevin, Kevin ... fuck my mouth ... do anything you like to me ... use me ... FUCK MY MOUTH!
As the lust-crazed thoughts circled swiftly across her brain, her uplifted vagina grew sticky and wet from her juices of desire. The crotch band of her thin panties, completely drenched by her secretions, felt indecently damp and cool in the night breeze. All at once Kevin's belly tightened, the muscles growing unbearably tense and his slim buttocks scrunching together as he strained for the ecstasy of his very first orgasm with a woman. "OOOOAAAOOOHHH! NOW! NOW! CUUMMMIINNNGGG!" he howled.
Holly sputtered and choked as hot streams of sperm came bursting out of the deeply embedded end of her brother's penis, splashing the walls of her cock-stuffed mouth and throat with scalding liquid fire. His whole body spasmed beneath her, jerking wildly as each never-ending jet of his long, pent-up cum spilled into her violated orifice.
It seemed an eternity before the fourteen year old blonde felt her brother's loins fall limp and quiet beneath her, his rapidly deflating penis slipping from her slackened lips with a lewd little sluicing sound that rang out loud and clear in the silence that followed Kevin's impassioned cries of orgasmic release. A shiver ran along the boy's body as if he hated to see her relinquish her warm hold on his satiated cock, but Holly's body above him began to churn much more violently as she was infused with an implacable desire.
Opening her eyes, she raised her face, and in an unconsciously obscene gesture licked away the little threads of drying cum that clung to her lips and chin. Then, eyes glowing with a wild, wanton light, she whipped off her damp little panties and tossed them onto the dock behind her. Since her dress was already bunched up around her willowy waist, she didn't even bother to remove it before inching forward on her brother's panting body till her fully exposed pussy was positioned just over his youthful penis. For one electrifying instant, she let her lust-swollen clitoris graze over its warm flesh then pulled herself away again to grapple with his clothing.
With eager, careless urgency, she yanked his jeans and jockey shorts all the way over his hips and down his long legs, flinging them behind her in the same direction she'd tossed her panties. The white cotton Jockey shorts missed the dock and began to float in toward the breakwater, but Holly, preoccupied with removing Kevin's tennis shoes and socks, never even noticed. As she undressed her brother, her cat-like green eyes remained glued to his deflated penis ... sure enough, as cool night air struck his naked body and he realized vaguely what she was doing, the slender rod began to shoot into a new erection.
"Unnnnggghh," Holly heard him moan deep in his chest as she once again straddled his slim hips and let her hair-fringed pussy crevice slide along his stiffening member. Suddenly his eyes flew open, and then his hands were tugging her stretchy nylon dress up over her head so that his younger sister was completely naked. Without a moment's hesitation, he grabbed at the softly swaying mounds and pulled them down into his mouth.
Little whimpers spilled from the tousle-haired blonde's aching throat as her brother's teeth sank gently into the sensitive bud of her nipple and his fingers kneaded the white mounds of her breasts as though he were shaping loaves of bread. Lifting her loins slightly upward, she reached down between Kevin's naked legs to grasp his once-again-throbbing penis and run its swollen head over the well-moistened slit of her vagina. It felt so wonderful, all the better for the long wait while she masochistically sucked at his cock! "Oooohh, Kevin," the squirming girl groaned in helpless excitement. "Fuck me, Kev ... fuck me ... pleezzzzze!"
As she cried out her passion, Holly let her fire-filled vaginal entrance sink down over the blunt, smooth head of her brother's rock-hard thickness. Her tautly jouncing buttocks bucked down against his groin, driving his spearing penis deep up into her quivering cuntal depths. This was a new sexual position for her as well, one she'd not experimented with during her sessions with her other brother, and a shiver of delight surged through her as she felt Kevin's penis shoot unexpectedly deep into her clasping vagina.
The sight of his fair-haired sister's body rocking so obscenely over his pleasure-filled body drove the teenage boy to new heights of excitement. Thrusting up into her butter-soft pussy, he began to fuck upward with an energy that seemed extraordinary considering his recent ravishments of her mouth.
Holly, half-sobbed in ecstasy and continued undulating frantically around the impaling shaft of cock-flesh, her breasts bouncing above his chest and her hair flailing around her head like a demonic sort of halo. Yes, yes, yes! This was what she'd yearned for ... what she'd needed for so long now....
"Fuck me ... fuck me ... fuck me...." she chanted between chattering teeth as her voluptuous body lurched over Kevin like a female jockey urging her racehorse over the finish line.
Each time the elastic tightness of Holly's burning vagina descended over the rigidly throbbing male hardness, her inflamed clitoral bud pressed against the boy's hard groin. The dual stimulation drove her into a near-frenzy of passion, and her strong cuntal muscles began to suction his penis as though she was trying to draw it up right inside her belly. Up and down she rode, mindlessly straining for the shattering climax which she could already feel teasing at her sensual young body, and Kevin reciprocated with the smooth, rhythmic lunges that scraped at the spongy surface of his sister's sensitive cervix.
My first cunt! I'm fucking my very first pussy! the fifteen year old's mind cried in obscene triumph. His sister's vaginal sheath was convulsing around his plunging penis now, first widening, then squeezing at his achingly surging cock. I'm gonna cum again!" he realized suddenly. Gonna shoot my load all over her hot little cunt! Christ, this feels even better than her mouth!
"Aaaggghh ... ahhhhh ... ooohhh, FUCK!" Holly's lust-frenzied cries rang over the lake as her naked body began to spasm and shudder above her brother's. "Fuck me hard ... hard ... Ohhh, give me your cum ... your cummmmm ... YEAH!"
All at once, Kevin felt his second orgasm about to break over his straining body, and with a superhuman effort he locked his muscular arms around his sister's bucking body and rolled her over. Now she was flat on her back on the weathered gray planks of the wooden dock, and he was slamming into her from above, conquering her passion-shuddering loins, ravishing her with his demoniacally fucking cock. Then a high-pitched animal shriek burst from her lungs, and her legs locked tightly around her brother's back as her body went completely rigid then began jerking and thrashing in out-of-control orgasmic ecstasy.
Half a second later, Kevin's blood-engorged testicles finally exploded their fiery load of seething cum. The hot jets spurted in turbulent streams down through his still-pistoning penis to splash high up in Holly's insanely suctioning cuntal depths, and the violence of his own climax burned through every cell in his body like liquid lightning.
"CCUUMMMIINNGGG!" his voice rang out in triumph. It was a loud, deep voice ... the voice of a man. "Cum with me, Sis! Nowww!"
Brother and sister clung to each other for long minutes, their naked bodies shaking rapturously against each other as streams of thick, life-giving seed continued to spill from the youth's virile penis. At last, totally satisfied for the first time in his life, Kevin rolled heavily away from the quivering blonde's body and gazed down in awed pride at her sprawled-out figure. Thin rivulets of his own sperm trickled down her full thighs, and the golden curls of her pussy mound were matted with his semen as well.
Falling back upon her exhausted body, he planted a heated kiss on her passion-twisted mouth. Holly opened her eyes and smiled tenderly at her brother, and then they both laughed shakily.
CHAPTER FIVE
Hank stood in the doorway of the big double bedroom, his eyes shining with pride as he adjusted his tie and shifted his leather briefcase from his left hand to his right. I must be the luckiest guy in the world, he congratulated himself, letting his eyes play one last time over the curvaceous form of his wife of one month before he left for the office.
Gloria was sitting up in the wide double bed, her voluptuous figure draped in a transparent cloud of sea-green chiffon and her long red hair tied back in a velvet ribbon of the same color. Through the lacy bodice of the gown, he could just make out her magnificent breasts with their little red nipple buds peaking seductively against the filmy fabric. Even early in the morning, before putting on her make up or drinking her coffee, his young bride looked fresh and alluring.
The successful businessman felt a pang of regret that he'd not had time to make love to his new wife this morning ... but Christ, when he had to get up at 6:30 to drive all the way to Grand Rapids for an early appointment, it was awfully difficult to feel amorous.
Lately, ever since the recent court ruling limiting mortgage loans, business had been more nerve-wracking than ever. So far, Hansen Holiday Homes Inc, hadn't taken a profit cut, but this was only because he'd expanded the scope of his real estate offerings and had taken a much heavier work load on his own shoulders in order to cut down on personnel costs. Today, for example, he was driving all the way up north to personally show an old farmhouse and orchards to some weird, long-haired characters who wanted to start a bio-dynamic farm. Jesus Christ! Two years ago, he couldn't give those old places away, and he'd never even have dreamed of dealing with "hippies". Still, money was money? and this crowd paid cash, despite their peculiar appearance and strange sexual arrangements.
The more Hank saw of today's young people, the more thankful he was that he'd sent his two teenage sons away to a strict boy's school. Sure, seventeen year old Alex was turning into a real lady-chaser, but that was normal ... every red-blooded American guy needed to sow a few wild oats. It was this funny business about group sex and all that worried the father. One woman for one man-that's the way it was meant to be, and all these far-out ideas be damned!
The thirty-nine year old man was so preoccupied in his thoughts that he never noticed the woebegone expression in Gloria's violet-blue eyes, nor the nervous way her fingers were twisting the satin drawstring of her provocative gown. Smiling in the general direction of her ripely straining breasts and blowing her a kiss, he pulled open the bedroom door.
"Bye, honey," he glanced at his watch. "Have a nice day."
As he made his way down the stairs, Hansen's mind was already at the office. Ever since he'd let his full-time secretary go in favor of a college girl who would type letters and contracts for a nominal fee at home, he'd been plagued with paper-work problems. Where, he asked himself now. had he stuck the goddamn Reingold farmhouse folder? He was halfway out the front door before he realized that footsteps were hurrying after him and turned to see Gloria padding barefoot toward him, her full breasts jiggling like ripe green melons beneath her chiffon nightgown.
"What's the matter, darling?" he asked, once again checking his watch. Damn-he was going to be late for that appointment!
"Wait a sec, Hank," the redhead called breathlessly.
"But I'm late, honey. Can't it wait till-"
"Oh darling," interrupted Gloria, "can't I come to your office and help today. There's nothing much to do here, and I'd like to help out."
"Don't be silly, Gloria! I've told you before that my lovely little wife's place is at home taking care of the kids and yourself. I earn good money so that you don't have to go to a job-you agreed that you wanted to quit before we got married, remember? What's made you change your mind all of a sudden?"
The young woman sighed inwardly. It was certainly true that she'd been more than happy to leave her tedious, underpaid job at the insurance office downtown ... but in retrospect it seemed far preferable to sitting around here with those three full-grown monsters he called "kids". Yet somehow she couldn't bring herself to tell him that his sons and daughter had made her life a living hell ever since they'd returned from Acapulco last week.
"Nothing's wrong, " Hank darling," she demurred. "I just thought that ... that you seem so busy and all ... and I ... I.:. " Her words trailed off uncertainly as her husband's face clouded over in hurt irritation.
"Don't you worry your pretty little head about anything," he spoke more gruffly than he'd intended because his pride was hurt by the all too true assumption that business was bad. "Everything at work is fine, just fine! Nobody can say that I'm not taking good care of my family!"
"Of course, dear," Gloria lifted her lush red lips for a good-bye kiss, then watched from the front steps as he walked toward his big car and drove off on the direction of town. Even when he was out of sight she remained where she was, staring dully at the rather neglected rosebuds edging the flagstone sidewalk. Perhaps she should take up gardening ... certainly she wasn't going to pass the time by "taking care of the kids", since the three teenagers obviously considered her the most despicable specimen of humanity they'd ever laid eyes upon.
Once again the possibility of discussing the problem with Hank crossed her mind, but as before, she dismissed it as hopeless. He would just think she was over-sensitive and imagining things, for the moment he walked in the front door the children morphed into perfect angels. "Yes, ma'am,"
"No, thank you, ma'am," they'd simper with broad smiles on their innocent faces; but as soon as their father was out of hearing, her, the smiles twisted into sneers and her name was shortened to "Glo"-an innocent nickname which they somehow managed to make sound obscenely insulting.
Sighing softly, the curvaceous twenty-two year old bride entered the large well-furnished split-level that was now her home. It was a lovely house, and Hank was a good, kind man ... everything would have been perfect if the stepchildren hadn't immediately started things off on the wrong foot by hating her before they even knew her? Of course, she'd not expected them to accept her as a mother right away, but she'd hoped that they could at least be friends. After all, she wasn't so very much older than they were....
Her mind a welter of tangled problems, Gloria entered the spacious master bedroom and plopped down in front of her dressing table. Suddenly a loving scent of perfume wafted dizzyingly across her nostrils, and when her eyes followed the odor to its source she saw that her new bottle of expensive French perfume which she'd bought especially for her wedding and honeymoon lay shattered on the floor of the closet. Not again! Oh God, why did they want to torment her like this? What had she done to deserve it?
For a long moment she stared at the spillage, then picked up her hairbrush with a sigh. Let the cleaning lady take care of it, she decided wearily, not wanting to have anything more to do with the children's cruel trick. And then her hand froze as she realized that her brush was coated with something sticky ... honey! The sweet substance was all over her long auburn hair now, gumming it together in thick clumps.
"Damn!" she stood up so forcefully that the dressing table chair toppled over behind her. "Damn those little brats!" Grabbing up her tube of shampoo, the furious woman headed across the hall to the bathroom and started to peel off her sea-green nightgown. Then, as an afterthought, she carefully locked the bathroom behind her; it would be just like those horrid children to come barging in while she was stark naked. She especially didn't trust the oldest one, Alex, who kept giving her undressing looks at disconcerting times such as in the middle of dinner.
The blond adolescent was handsome, Gloria thought as she stepped under the relaxing spray of the shower, she had to give him that much. He looked just as his father must have at his age, but with a more mischievous gleam in his deep green eyes. Kevin and holly were attractive youngsters, too, but their teasing was cruder. There was no doubt in her mind that the fourteen year old girl had been the one who broke her perfume and coated her hairbrush with honey this morning, for example; Alex's acts against her were more subtle.
But maybe it's my fault too, she thought as she stepped out of the tub. I'm not understanding enough ... not warm enough toward them. After all, it can't be easy having a stranger in your house all of a sudden, and they're just having a little fun with me. It's probably natural ... and if I'm really honest with myself, I have to admit that it's Hank who's worrying me the most.
The terrycloth towel rubbing over her full breasts made them tingle, and Gloria looked down at her tautening red nipples in half-pride, half-shame. All her life the redhead had been plagued by comments and unwanted interest in her unusually large breasts. But they were firm and unsagging in spite of their size, and ultra-sensitive beneath a man's caressing touch, it was too bad that, since the initial energetic honeymoon lovemaking, Hank had seemed to forget that foreplay was half the fun of the sexual act. All during this past week it had been impossible for her to achieve an orgasm, for he'd just plunged into her a few times, ejaculated, and then rolled over to sleep while she lay awake burning with frustration. And in the mornings, when she really loved intercourse most, he was always nervous and in a hurry to get off to the office.
As she ran a comb through her newly washed hair, the young woman saw that her face looked as tense and unquiet as she felt inside. Even so, though, she still looked not one day older than her twenty-two years ... seventeen long years less than her new husband ... it was really depressing. Was it because Hank was so much older that his sexual techniques were so boring?
Every time she tried to inject some of the enjoyable variations she'd picked up from former boyfriends, he made a corny comment about how much he loved her, then eased back into the same stupid old missionary position.
Who wants to make love in the same old way every single night? she thought resentfully. Especially when he doesn't seem to realize that it takes some time for me to be satisfied, too. At least when we were first going out he used to feel my breasts and all....
Outside in the hallway she could hear her stepdaughter's shrill voice, followed by a loud male guffaw. Probably telling them about the hilarious way she made a fool out of me this morning, Gloria surmised correctly. Well, I'm glad someone around here has something to laugh about!
The voluptuous naked woman stood with her ear pressed to the bathroom door, not wanting to venture out of the privacy of the chamber until the children were well out of the way. To her relief, three sets of footsteps clattered down the stairs, the refrigerator slammed twice, and then there was the unmistakable sound of Alex's old car was followed by long minutes of total silence.
This is absolutely ridiculous! she told herself sharply. Why in God's name should I be afraid of some silly teenagers? Yet still she remained for another minute in the bathroom before scurrying across the hall with a large towel clutched around her very feminine form.
Once in the bedroom, her eyes ran irritably over the many clothes that Hank had bought her before they got married, her normally placid disposition replaced by a mood of extreme irritation. These sexy little sundresses would have been fine if she were sitting around at the Silver Lake Yacht Club, where she presumed the kids had gone, but so far no one had offered to take her along, and the idea of going alone and sitting there feeling like an intruder was utterly distasteful. Still, it had been awfully nice of Hank to get her all these pretty things ... it was wrong of her to feel so unhappy.
I'll just have to do something about it, she resolved brightly, not quite sure just what she meant by "it". As far as Hank was concerned, she'd already tried everything she could think of: aphrodisiacal liqueurs and backrubs put him straight to sleep, as did romantic music and candlelit intimate dinners. And the stepchildren-well, how could she win them over to her side when they refused to talk to her?
With a sigh, the voluptuous redhead closed her closet door on the racks of new outfits and instead extracted her old cut-off jeans from a bureau drawer. Whenever she got into these despondent moods, she'd found the best way to snap herself out of them was hard work. This morning she'd work in the garden, and this afternoon she'd tell Mrs. Culloden, the housekeeper, that she wanted to fix the family's evening meal. Pulling a skimpy halter top over the buttock-hugging shorts, the long-legged redhead made her way out into the sunshine.
Maybe marriage isn't all so easy as I thought it would be, she told herself, lifting her head in determination, but I'm going to make it work! I have to!
* * *
Alex gunned his old VW bus out of the country club parking lot and headed for home. He was bored with hanging around by the pool drinking beers, and Holly and Kevin hadn't seemed at all anxious that he come out sailing with them. Those two had really gotten intimate lately, and the eldest Hansen sibling thought it was an excellent thing, at least so long as Holly continued to enjoy his own lovemaking from time to time. After all, it was only normal that the two younger kids would have more in common. Oh sure, he'd been a little pissed off at first when he found out about Kevin and Holly, but now that he'd thought about it logically and had seen how much more mature his younger brother was acting, he thoroughly approved of the new arrangement.
As Alex drew closer to home, he stopped thinking about his brother and sister and gave his attention to someone who interested him more at the moment-his sexy new stepmother. Holly was a marvelous kid, a real Lolita-type ... but Gloria was the epitome of all the seventeen year old's dreams about what a woman should be. That long, flame-red hair streaming down her back ... those incredible breasts jutting out in front ... that wriggling little ass ... Jesus Christ! How on earth had his square old Dad ever married a hot little thing like her?
A chuckle rose in his throat as he remembered the way Holly had tricked the young woman this morning, then died as he felt his throat choke at the thought of how she must have looked when she jumped into the shower to wash her hair. He'd give a hell of a lot to get a look at that babe in her birthday suit!
Pressing down on the accelerator in unconscious eagerness, he began wondering what his young stepmother, did with herself all day long. Mrs. Culloden still took care of the house and food and all, just as she'd always done, and somehow he didn't see the redheaded beauty as the type who sat around reading or sewing or anything of that sort. The poor chick must get awfully bored ... maybe it hadn't been very decent of them to treat her so mean, although he had to admit that it was very amusing to watch how flustered Gloria was made by Holly's devious schemes. His little sister really did have it in for the curvaceous older girl Dad had married!
I'll tell Hoi to cut out the funny business, he decided. And right now, III go in and tell Gloria we're sorry we've bugged her so much this past week. That's the least I can do, after we've been so rotten to her. And the poor kid's only a few years older than me-she's just an ordinary gal who happened to marry Dad and who doesn't deserve any of the shit we've been dishing out.
Whistling cheerfully, the fair-haired youth parked his bus in the garage and sauntered toward the house in search of his stepmother. Before he'd reached the back steps, however, his gaze fastened on a shapely female form sprawled out on the grass at the far end of the yard, beside the biggest flower bed. A garden rake, watering can, and pruning shears lay on the green lawn beside her, but Alex scarcely noticed them as he concentrated his full attention on the ripe mounds of her upturned buttocks in the skin-tight denim shorts and her long, sculpted legs.
"Wow!" he exclaimed softly, turning in his tracks and heading toward the apparently sleeping woman. Smiling to himself, he stepped quietly over the grass until he was standing above Gloria's prone figure. Her smooth back, half-exposed in the flimsy halter top, rose and fell softly, and the adolescent caught a tantalizing glimpse of the edges of her ivory-white breasts where the weight of her body had pressed them out of the tight blouse.
Jesus! he thought. What wouldn't I give to get my hands on those magnificent knockers!
Suddenly the tall boy turned and strode back toward the house, his mind filled with visions of Gloria's enormous breasts beneath his caressing fingers and mouth. A heated excitement was building deep in his loins, and Alex knew that something interesting was going to happen this afternoon ... he didn't know what, but something. As he stood before his father's well-stocked liquor cabinet deliberating just what sort of alcoholic refreshment would be most appropriate for this mysterious something, he could feel his virile young penis swell and jerk slightly inside his tight white summer slacks.
His stepmother seemed the sort who would like sweet, fruity concoctions, and the teenager suddenly remembered something called a San Francisco which a friend of his at school had said was a sure hit with females who claimed to be light drinkers. The friend, who'd discovered this in Spain, claimed to have made it with three Scandinavian chicks at once after an afternoon of San Francisco. Grinning broadly, Alex began pouring liberal portions of vodka, gin and various fruit juices into tall glasses, added a few ice cubes, then reconsidered and dumped the contents into a large pitcher. Better to be prepared for an emergency, he told himself as he emptied the Smirnoff bottle into the pitcher.
After selecting a rather romantic hit LP from a couple of years ago-make her think of the days when she was a free and easy single girl-Alex settled down on a wide lounge chair on the patio and turned the music up high enough so that the girl would be certain to awaken. Sure enough, before he'd finished his first San Francisco, she'd rolled over on the grass and was rubbing her eyes as she looked at him a bit fearfully.
She thinks I'm playing another trick on her, Alex thought. Then his glance fell from her lovely face to her breasts, and he hurriedly gulped down the rest of his drink. Jesus! What a pair of boobs! Better than anything in that magazine he'd gotten hold of at school! Better, in fact, than anything he'd ever seen in his life!
Although his cock was lurching in excitement at the sensual spectacle of his stepmother's half-naked loins sitting only a few short feet away from him, the sly adolescent planted his best boarding school smile on his face and crossed his legs to hide the swollen protuberance down between his legs.
"Hi," he grinned, as though it were the most natural thing in the world that he should be sitting here beside her.
"H-hi," stammered the young redhead, staring in bewildered uncertainty at the proffered pink-lemonade-like drink. What was this? Some new plot against her?
"Peace offering," said Alex, pressing the cool glass into her hand and refilling his own from the tall pitcher on the grass beside him. "Listen, Gloria, I've been thinking about the way Kev and Holly and I've been treating you, and I wanna say how sorry I am. It must have been hell for you, and I promise I'll make the kids stop teasing you from now on." Lifting his glass to hers, he stared intently into her surprised-widened violet eyes. "Cheers, Gloria. Here's to you ... and to making this a real family from now on in!"
Gloria lifted the drink to her lips, still half-expecting it to be filled with some vile tasting substance in spite of Alex's unexpected apology. To her relief, it tasted delicious ... cold and fruity, just the sort of thing she felt like after sleeping in the hot sun.
"Th-thanks," she smiled hesitantly at the handsome boy. Once again, she noticed how much he resembled his father, and how well-developed his body was for a boy who'd just finished his third year in high school.
"I don't want to excuse the way things have been around here," Alex continued in his most mature voice, the one he used to impress his teachers and other influential adults, "but I guess you realize how much of a shock Dad's getting married all of a sudden was to us. Well, not so much for me, of course ... I understand how a man feels ... but it was kinda hard for the little kids."
"Oh, I do understand, really I do!" Gloria insisted, her spirits soaring. "Let's not mention it again-let's start all over from here, okay?"
See! she told herself. You were silly to be so upset about nothing.
By the time they had finished the pitcher of San Francisco, the young wife and her new stepson were good friends. It seemed so long to Gloria since she'd spoken with someone who was interested in the sort of music she liked-Hank preferred classical music to rock or jazz-or just joked and laughed with someone in a lighthearted manner. Although it seemed terribly disloyal even to think such a thing, the twenty-two year old redhead had to admit that even during her honeymoon in one of the most famous playgrounds of the world she'd not felt so relaxed and alive. Her husband was always so ... serious ... so incapable of kidding around in the way his son did ... so distant from the world she knew.
"You know, when you first handed me this stuff, I thought it was pink lemonade!" she giggled to Alex as they stood in the kitchen mixing up another batch of San Francisco.
"Not a chance," he replied solemnly. "Bad stuff lemonade-never touch it!"
The young wife laughed again, suddenly realizing that she was rather intoxicated when she heard how loudly her voice resounded in the empty house.
"I feel so ... wicked!" she confessed. "I never drank in the middle of the day before!"
"First time for everything," Alex declared as he dumped half a newly opened bottle of vodka into the pitcher. Then he began to hum along with the stereo, which was playing an old Beatles record.
"This may be the last time, this may be the last time, this may be the last time, I don't know, know-oh-oh...." Gloria's laughter rang out again, but this time there was a pensive, almost bitter undertone. "The last time" ... it was a terribly depressing phrase, and she hated the idea that by marrying Hank she had put herself in a position of last times when she was only twenty-two. When Alex handed her a fresh and even more potent drink, she gulped it down so quickly that she began to feel dizzy.
"You like the Rolling Stones?" Alex asked. "I really dig them." Without waiting to hear her reply, he put a new album on the record player.
They were both sitting on the patio now-it seemed easier to be here, nearer the drink supply and the music. Since the other lounge was still out in the backyard where the boy had carried it earlier, they both sat on the remaining one.
"Yes," the young stepmother replied, "They're so ... so sensual."
Her own words echoed back to her as though from a great distance, and suddenly she found herself wondering just what she meant by the word sensual. Of the senses, of course ... and that was just exactly what was missing with Hank. Well, tonight she'd try something new ... she'd take his long hard cock between her lips and suck it until he understood that there were some things that were more exciting than this one-two-three-goodnight routine. She'd-"What's on your mind, Gloria?" Alex's voice interrupted her train of thought, and she swung around to stare at him, reddening involuntarily.
Could her stepson read her mind? Suddenly the voluptuous young woman found herself blushing like a schoolgirl, and the more she tried to control it, the redder she felt her cheeks growing. Alex seemed to be sitting very close to her-it must be the alcohol that was distorting her sense of perception.
"N-nothing," she stammered. Even to her own ears it sounded like an evasion, but how could she possibly tell him the lewd thoughts that had been formulating in her brain? Of course, she could make up some sort of lie-but somehow she just couldn't seem to think of anything except unsuitable things to reply.
"Come on, Gloria!" the adolescent laughed, edging closer to her. "You got a look in your eyes that I can read blindfolded. You've been thinking about something sexy!"
"Don't be silly!" she protested. "What a ridiculous idea."
He's just teasing again, she told herself. Now don't let yourself get all upset about it. Act your age! But even as she cautioned herself, she knew that there was a strange glint in the boy's darting green eyes, and that there was something meaningful in the way he spoke to her, something quite different from last week's teasing.
Alex could tell from his stepmother's reaction that she had indeed been thinking something very interesting, and he was determined to press the point.
"Something 'bout you and Dad, I bet!" he challenged, and was rewarded by a guilty shiver and another fiery rush of blood to the provocative redhead's face.
I can't let this youngster upset me like this! the young wife thought. It's absurd! "Why not?" she asked in a tone she tried to keep firm, but which nevertheless trembled weakly. "After all, we're married; we're bound to think of each other."
"Yeah," Alex said meaningfully. "Yeah, I know how it is with newly weds!"
"Well, I don't think it's any of your business!" Gloria downed the rest of her drink, then abruptly stood up from the chaise longue. The instant she did so, she realized that she'd made a mistake. Blood rushed to her head and her knees seemed to be made of water as the heat of the sun seemed to hit her like a blast from an open furnace. "I ... I feel ... faint...." she mumbled, then sank down on the canvas seat, half-falling into Alex's lap but unable to control her muscles any longer.
God! Why did I drink so much? she agonized. Leaning back weakly, she allowed the youth to lay her flat on her stomach on the chair and to pull it over to a corner of the flagstone patio which was shaded by an overhanging shade tree. Oh, he was so strong ... she was glad he was there to take care of things ... even if he was embarrassingly outspoken at times, he was really very considerate ... and so good-looking, with that tousled golden-brown hair and athletic body.
"There," Alex's voice seemed to echo over and over again, bouncing like a yoyo against her eardrums. "It's cooler here, and in a minute or two you'll be feeling fine."
"Uummmmmmm," murmured the intoxicated woman. Ignoring the low voices of warning at the back of her brain, she allowed her scantily-clad body to fall back against the lounge and her eyelids to flicker shut.
"Now just relax," Alex's soothing voice continued. "And get out of some of these tight clothes, so you can breathe better."
As if in a dream, Gloria felt her leather sandals being unfastened. "Ummmmm," she breathed again. It did feel better with her feet freed from the tight shoes, and come to think of it, her jeans and halter were awfully snug, too. And of course there was nothing wrong with him just loosening her clothing ... after all, he was her stepson, and it wasn't as if anything bad could happen right in the middle of the patio!
"Your feet feel so nice ... so small and soft," Alex's voice was so low that the older woman couldn't really understand what he said, but only heard his comforting tone.
As the seventeen year-old took his stepmother's tiny white feet in his hands and began to massage them gently, he felt his hardened cock give a frantic thrust against his lightweight pants. He couldn't quite believe that this was really happening to him, but he was drunk enough to be reckless and uncaring of consequences. Up and up his hands worked without her voicing a protest, over her slim ankles and shapely calf muscles. Soon her breathing grew steady and slower, and he began to hope against hope that she was really falling into unconsciousness.
For a few more minutes he continued working his trembling hands up the satin flesh of her legs, lingering on her full-fleshed thighs. They felt so softly resilient ... so wildly sensuous. Beads of perspiration broke out on his forehead as he considered how far he would be able to go with his father's new wife. She sure seemed to be ripe for a little amorous adventure....
Focusing his slightly blurred vision on the enticing space up between Gloria's full-fleshed white thighs, Alex noticed that, although the denim shorts fit like a second skin around her hips, they were loose enough around the crotch to allow him an enticing flash of transparent nylon panties. If he could work his fingers inside the cut-offs, it would be child's play to insinuate them under her panties and then titillate her to a point of arousal where she no longer knew nor cared who was fucking her.
But she's your stepmother! his conscience cried, only to be drowned out by a much firmer and clearer argument. He'd felt a similar guilt twinge when he'd first made love to his little sister, Alex remembered, and yet when he'd ignored it and continued his seduction, it had turned out better than he could have imagined. Holly was much happier since he'd taught her about sex-no doubt about that. She no longer mooned about the house like a love-sick hamster, bursting into fits of uncontrolled giggles or tears at the slightest provocation. Instead, she acted far more womanly than any other teenage girl he'd ever known, including the Homecoming Queen from Kalamazoo High.
And take Kevin ... he'd changed almost overnight from a shy, over-sensitive little kid into a self-assured young man. The three of them were truly close and loving now, no longer bothering to quarrel about petty things because of their newfound respect for one another as real people. No matter what the world might say about their sexual relationship, Alex knew in his heart that it wasn't an evil or immoral thing.
Gloria didn't seem happy, so why not show her a few things about releasing tensions through good, healthy sex? Besides, his virile penis was throbbing painfully now, and he no more wanted to repress his body's needs than he had that first morning with little Holly.
Within seconds, the youth's hands had snaked inside the loose legband of the half-unconscious redhead's short-shorts and was gently rubbing over the crotchband of her tiny pink nylon bikini panties. To his obscene delight, she was already well-moistened down there, and he could even feel the tiny nub of her clitoris pulsing out through the thin material. Breathing hoarsely, he circled the small clitoral bud a few times, then pushed his eager fingers underneath the elastic legband.
The contact of Alex's heated finger against the exposed area of her most intimate flesh triggered something within the young wife's inebriated brain. Clamping her long legs together in a futile gesture of protest which only succeeded in trapping her stepson's insistent finger more tightly between her quivering thighs, Gloria jolted fully awake.
Oh God, how could she have allowed such a terrible thing to happen-how had she been stupid enough to trust one of Hank's devilish children? But this was no youthful prank-this was deadly serious!
"Aaaahhhhh!" she shrieked, trying to struggle off the lounge chair. "No! Let go of me! NO!"
The moment the curvaceous redhead's body began to thrash away from his hands, Alex dropped the full weight of his heavy loins down on her legs. Even though she could still flail her head and turn her shoulders so that her fists whacked weakly against the sides of his head and neck, she was hopelessly trapped.
"Come on, shut up!" he hissed down at her. "You want to show the neighbors how Dad's new wife spends her afternoons?"
"God, Alex, STOP IT!" Gloria wailed, not even hearing his words in her frantic haste to escape. "Your father ... he'll kill you ... stop it ... stop it right this minute!"
Alex couldn't have stopped himself now, not even if he'd wanted to. The soft, sensuous feel of Gloria's warm flesh pressing against his own hungering loins was sending his drunken mind into a state of see-sawing ecstasy. Cramming his hand all the way inside her panties, he aimed directly for the desire-dampened vaginal orifice and abruptly inserted first one, then two fingers.
"Aaahhhhh ... oooohhhhh," the alcohol-glutted wife moaned as, despite her horrified shame, tremors of strange excitement shivered through her frustrated body. No! No! She didn't want to feel this way ... but there was nothing she could do to control it! When she tried to clench her thighs together, it only increased the sensations his obscenely invading hand was sending shooting throughout her body.
As soon as he could feel his stepmother's body tingling with unwanted pleasure, the sexually experienced teenager began pumping his fingers into the clasping warmth of her tight vagina, at the same time further breaking down her resistance by crooning soft endearments artfully mingled with obscenities. Shoving his elbows between her tender-fleshed thighs, he pushed them apart to give his smoothly stroking digits more room for stimulating motions.
"Ooohhh, Gloria ... your hot little cunt feels so beautiful ... doesn't it feel good to you, too? Don't you love it when I finger-fuck your beautiful pussy? Ohhhh, you're so wonderful ... you make me feel so gooooooddddd!"
"Noooo!" Gloria groaned through tightly clenched teeth, trying with all her might to deny the waves of red-hot fire that were beginning to sing in her bloodstream. "Let go of me! Stop this, Alex-plllleeeezzzzeee!"
The lust-crazed stepson paid absolutely no attention to the woman's piteous protests. Grinding his hugely swollen thickness down against her squirming leg, he kept up his lewd monologue. All he cared about now was getting his aching young cock into the delicious warmth of her hair-fringed vagina ... to tear off her encumbering clothing ... to sink his teeth into those beautiful breasts which he could now just barely glimpse smashed flat beneath her body ... to feast his eyes on the luxuriant growth of her fox-fur colored pussy hair, red-gold strands of which were curling around his in-thrusting fingers.
"You sexy bitch!" he gasped. "How come you're so hot, Glo honey? Don't you get enough from Dad? That hot little pussy of yours can't get enough cock, can it?"
A great rush of power swelled the adolescent's alcohol-distorted ego as the significance of what he was doing dawned on him full-force. He was finger-fucking his own father's wife, making her writhe in helpless submission before his greater masculine power ... and within minutes he hoped to be shoving his lust-burning penis right up into the voluptuous redhead's involuntarily clasping cuntal depths. His own stepmother! This was better than deflowering his little sister!
As an overwhelming sense of his own powerful manhood surged through his loins, Alex's fire-propelled penis pulsated to such a painful state of erection that it was no longer possible to exert any control over it. Wrenching his fingers from Gloria's heated pussy flesh with an obscene sluicing sound, he grappled in a frenzy of insatiable lust with the zipper on his trousers.
"Get ready for it, baby!" he roared triumphantly. "I'm gonna give that hot cunt of yours the fucking you've been needing."
Gloria was in such a stupor of shock that for a moment the boy's obscene cry passed through her ears without registering on her brain. All she knew was his disgusting violation of her vagina which no man but her husband had the right to touch seemed to be finished, and that there was a strange hollow ache where his fingers had plunged relentlessly only second before. Then, in a sudden chilling wave of clarity, she knew what he intended to do to her helpless body.
Rape! her 'alcohol-infused mind whirled crazily. Oh God, no! No! He wouldn't dare ... she was his own father's wife!
Panic swept through her body like liquid fire, but intermingled with her terror was undeniable element of an emotion so shameful that it cleared Gloria's mind of most of its alcoholic haze. Shivering tremors of self-disgust raced through her body as she realized that deep inside she wanted him to rape her ... wanted to feel the ecstatic pressure of his rock-hard young penis battering into her until she was nothing more than a whimpering mass of orgasming flesh. Oh Christ, WHY didn't her husband ever do that to her? After the wonderfully pressuring fingers left her still-throbbing cuntal channel, she needed fulfillment so badly that she was ready to sink to animalistic s depths of degeneracy and fuck her own stepson!
All her life the sensual redhead had been easily aroused to a feverish peak of sexual excitement-it was for this reason that during the months before marrying Hank she'd not really been aware that his lovemaking techniques were so hopelessly dull and unexciting. It was only after the initial flaming excitement of falling in love had passed that the bride had begun to feel dissatisfied. Yet never, never had she dreamed of falling so low as she had now.
"Nnnnoooooooo!" she wailed, finally galvanized into frantic self-protection. "Don't you dare-you disgusting animal, you!"
Alex leered drunkenly at his voluptuous stepmother. Her half-exposed body shone in the bright summer sunshine, and her full breasts heaved like living animals as she wrenched her head around to glare at him.
"You know you want it as bad as I do-worse maybe, you horny little slut," he slurred. His eyes slid over her ripely curved figure in hungry desire-Christ, how he wanted this proud, beautiful female to be pleading for the punishing strokes of his aching penis! Caught off guard for this brief moment, he wrapped his turgid cock-shaft in both hands, pointing it menacingly at Gloria as he pulled the thick foreskin back and forth over the angry-red head.
Suddenly Gloria rolled off the deckchair, her voluptuous body moving as fast as a flash of light as she scrambled into the kitchen and bolted the patio door behind her.
"You monster! How dare you!" she screamed at the startled youth from behind the safely locked door. "You'll be sorry when I tell your father!"
Alex Hansen glared at his stepmother, his green eyes shooting arrows of vengeful hatred as his huge erection slowly dwindled to a limp little balloon dangling uselessly between his naked legs.
"You bitch!" he hissed through the screen door. "I ought to teach you a lesson you'll never forget!"
Now that Gloria was no longer in the degrading face-down position beneath the strong male, her fear was replaced by angry outrage. Her violated pussy felt sore and shamefully damp, and the longer she looked at the handsome blond adolescent, the more she detested him.
"Well, you can't!" she snapped. "And we'll see how you like it when your father hears about this!"
The redheaded wife turned and started to flounce out of the kitchen to clean her violated body before Hank arrived home for dinner. Hopefully, a nice cold shower would remove all traces of inebriation and, most importantly, erase the horribly vivid sensations of in-thrusting fingers which still seemed to pulse in her unfulfilled pussy. Then she froze in her tracks as Alex's insolent voice called after her.
"Are you gonna tell him how much you liked being finger-fucked, too?" he demanded, a cruel smile distorting his handsome features. "Or do I have to tell him that part?"
"Oh-you ... you bastard!" Gloria spat out. "You're out of your mind! Completely out of your mind!"
With that she fled up the stairs and into her bedroom, slamming the door behind her with a resounding bang that echoed loudly down in the patio. Alex stood staring after her for a moment, debating whether or not to rape her within an inch of her life ... maybe in the ass, too, just for good measure. No one made a fool of Alex and got away with it!
But even in the throes of violent physical passion, the seventeen year old was intelligent. Within an hour, he knew, the housekeeper and his younger brother and sister would be coming home ... no, he'd wait for a better opportunity to humiliate his father's voluptuous bride.
Anyway, he told himself as he sank down on the lounge which was still warm and smelled of feminine flesh, I've made my point. She can't deny to herself that she was like a cat in heat! I bet that sweet little pussy's throbbing and aching something fierce right now!
Raising his two middle fingers to his nose, he took an intoxicating whiff of his stepmother's fragrant pussy juices. His own potent young penis jerked into another aching erection at the sensual odor, and he poured himself a tall San Franciscan as he settled down to await the arrival of his brother and sister. Holly'd take care of his turgid cock, and then the three of them would plan a really good scheme for paying back sweet Mrs. Hansen in the way she so richly deserved!
CHAPTER SIX
It was almost four in the afternoon on a scorching hot July afternoon when Gloria finished packing Hank's suitcase and sank down beside it on the double bed, her burning forehead buried in her hands. Ever since two o'clock she'd been frantically preparing for this surprise business trip to Minneapolis, but it was neither the 101 degree temperature nor the hassle of packing at such notice that had creased the deep lines of worry in the pretty redhead's flushed face.
"You really have to go, darling?" she called across the hall into the bathroom where Hank was shoving various toilet articles into a shaving carryall. "Really?"
"I told you, Gloria," her husband's voice had a fine edge of irritation, for he was getting just a little tired of the way his new wife seemed afraid to be alone in the house. "This is important ... it could mean that Hansen Holiday Homes expand into Minnesota and Wisconsin!"
He came into the bedroom, shaving kit in hand and shaving cream on chin, to plant a hurried kiss on his pretty wife's sad-eyed face.
"What's more, baby, if this deal goes through we'll be able to afford to put in a swimming pool. How's that sound on a hot day like this?"
But Gloria was far too worried to be placated by promises of further luxury; in any case, she'd never learned to swim, and would be horribly embarrassed to have to admit it to his formidably athletic offspring.
"Fine, dear," she clung to him, tears brimming up behind her large purple eyes. "Can't I go with you then, Hank? Please? I hate being here alone!"
The tall man pulled away from his wife's clinging figure and stared down at her in astonishment. "Don't be ridiculous, honey," he glanced at his wristwatch, a habit she was growing to loathe, "you know the plane's leaving in half-an-hour, and there's only one direct flight a day from Kalamazoo to Minneapolis. Besides, you won't be alone-the kids'll be company for you."
Turning away from her woebegone face, he began to fumble in his closet for a clean business shirt and tie. It's nice that she misses me and all, he thought, but this is really going to extremes!
The kids! Gloria thought bitterly. I'd rather be marooned on a desert island with nothing to eat but coconuts and seaweed than be with those children of his. Better bloodthirsty cannibals than Alex's brazen leers and risque remarks that made her vagina throb with unwanted heat in memory of that humiliating afternoon one short week ago.
For the past eight days, she'd spent as little time in the house as possible, inventing useless errands in Kalamazoo and other nearby towns and taking to sitting around at the Country Club for lack of anywhere else to go. Even though Kevin and Holly were acting more polite, and the cruel tricks had come to an end, she simply could not bear to be in the vicinity of the eldest son whose every comment made some veiled reference to their guilty secret.
The only moments of freedom she'd enjoyed this past week were when she and Hank were alone in their bedroom. Even then, she was so conscious of the resemblance between father and son that she found herself thinking of Alex's virile young body each time Hank's clock-like one-two-three-ejaculation lovemaking began. He kept saying how exciting it was that she seemed so eager and turned-on in bed lately, and it made her sick with guilt to realize that this was only because in her mind's eye she was seeing the body of his eldest son.
"What's wrong with me?" the tormented question slipped unbidden from her lips, and Gloria started in surprise as she heard her own low murmur of despair.
"What's that, dear?" Hank turned from the dresser mirror where he'd been trying to knot his tie. With his hair tousled from the shower and his face flushed from the heat, her husband looked more boyish than ever, and his young wife felt a rush of loving tenderness and an even stronger wave of shame at her own unfaithfulness. He's so good and kind, she thought contritely. What sort of wife am I when I think of that vicious boy while we make love? Something must be wrong with me! I'll have to make myself stop!
"I said, let me give you a hand with that," she lied as she stepped quickly toward him, With deft fingers, the auburn-haired beauty adjusted her husband's clothes, then gratefully let him gather her into his arms.
"I like this dress," he whispered. "You look so cute in low necks like that." With one finger he traced the scoop neckline of Gloria's mint green mini-dress. "I hate leaving you too, darling," he added tenderly. "But I'll be back in three days at the latest, and then we'll have another wonderful night like last night!"
"Oh Hank, don't worry about me," Gloria buried her flame-colored hair in his broad chest, seeking comfort from the warm strength of his body. "But do hurry back ... because I'll miss you and I love you so much. Promise it won't be more than three days!"
"Cross my heart and hope to die, like the kids used to say," he laughed, kissing her again before shutting the suitcase and picking up his sports jacket. "Now come on, darling, let's get a move on or I'll be missing that plane.
Gloria drove Hank into the Kalamazoo airport, which lay on the opposite side of the city from their suburban home. They kissed passionately again at the airport, and she waved frantically until the plane was a mere silver speck in the glaringly blue sky. But as she headed out to the parking lot and got into the Lincoln Continental, her spirits plummeted back down to the ground at the thought of returning to the house which she was growing to loathe.
For a few hours she wandered around in the downtown shopping district, window-shopping in the flower-filled mall and picking up odds and ends of clothing which she really didn't need. By five-thirty when the shops were shutting, she still couldn't summon up the courage to return home, so she stopped at a large supermarket and got lots of groceries, even though she knew Mrs. Culloden preferred to do her own marketing.
I'll tell her I'd like to start making the evening meals, at least, Gloria decided. If I'm busy doing something like cooking, I won't feel as flustered around the kids. And maybe Alex will think of me more as a mother and stop acting so disrespectful.
Making the decision to start doing something more than just lying around sunbathing at the club and taking showers at home made Gloria feel more sure of herself. Her enthusiasm for gardening had been quelled at the onset by the dreadful events of the first afternoon, but maybe now she'd do something about those scraggly roses after all. Perhaps plant some berry bushes, too ... after all, she was a married woman now, and should start acting more womanly. Then all these silly thoughts and peculiar physical sensations would vanish of their own accord-hadn't she read in the Ann Landers column that scrubbing floors was a good way to get rid of unwanted sexual feelings? Well, if necessary she'd scrub every inch of the four-bedroom split-level on her hands and knees!
Once she was clearer in her own mind about the way her marriage was going, she'd feel able to visit her old friends again. As it was, she'd been too embarrassed, knowing that they'd ask questions that would require evasive half-lies. One thing the young redhead had never been good at was lying; she believed that honesty was the best policy in all human relationships, and that was why this guilty secret about Alex tormented her so much. Why, she'd even found it difficult to write to her elderly mother lately.
But now, she reminded herself, that's finished! Now I start really trying to be the wife Hank deserves!
Somehow, however, the moment she entered the house her good intentions began to dissolve. Dour-faced Mrs. Culloden was in the kitchen washing up the supper dishes, and she accepted the groceries without a word of thanks.
"I'll have to change my menu plan, I see," she sighed, heaving her shoulders as though the burdens of the world rested on their hefty breadth. "Holly tells me they'll not be eating till later, so there's cold cuts and potato salad in the fridge. I'm taking off early to see my sister's niece's daughter's wake."
Gloria escaped from the melancholy Scotswoman without making her brave little speech about taking over some of the cooking chores. Tomorrow, she assured herself, that's soon enough to start.
As she hurried through the silent house with her bags of purchases, the stepmother wondered where the children could be, and why they'd requested a late supper. Perhaps they were still at the club, and were bringing back friends later. Come to think of it, it was odd that neither Kevin nor Holly seemed to have any interest in other children their age ... and Alex, though he had occasional dates, never really hung around with a crowd of boys the way she remembered her younger brother doing. The three of them seemed perfectly satisfied with one another's company.
Anyway, she told herself, for once maybe I can have some peace and quiet. I'll take a nice bath with some of that new jasmine bubble bath I bought in town, and then I'll get lots of sleep so I'm full of energy tomorrow.
The exotic fragrance of her sudsy tub lulled the redhead's jangled nerves, and soon she was feeling hopeful and contented as she lay half-asleep dreaming of a better tomorrow. Suddenly there was a loud, piercing wail that seemed to come from all corners of the house at once, followed by an eerie staccato tone that set the naked stepmother's teeth on edge. For a moment she couldn't imagine what the noise could be-perhaps a burglar alarm she'd not heard about; Hank was the cautious type-but then she suddenly remembered the electronic music album Alex had played that afternoon before he turned into a vicious, sex-crazed animal. She'd told him then that she hated that kind of music-and she certainly didn't like it one bit better when it was blasting from every stereo speaker in the house.
Damn them! she thought, stepping out of the tub to rummage through the medicine cabinet in search of cotton wool to plug in her ears. So they're starting up with their dreadful tricks again as soon as their Dad's out of town.
Although her calm and peaceful mood was destroyed by the unearthly music, Gloria determined to try to sleep anyway. Hopefully the kids couldn't stand the volume of music for much longer than she herself, and anyway, she was certainly not going to give them the satisfaction of complaining. Slipping across the hall to her bedroom, the frazzled twenty-two year old donned her skimpiest nightie and pulled the sheet over her head.
This was her first night in the big king-size bed without the warmth of Hank's large body beside her, and even without the added irritant of the ear-splitting electronic music, she'd probably have felt a little strange. As it was, she felt downright "freaked out", as Alex would say. She tossed and turned, her entire body seeming to be composed exclusively of raw nerve endings. Even the light lace fabric of her lavender baby doll pajamas irritated her over-sensitive skin.
"Those damn brats!" she muttered under her breath. "I can't imagine how a nice guy like Hank was cursed with such impossible children!"
Perhaps they got it from their mother, who from the sound of it had been pretty dreadful. Anyone who would run off and abandon her three little children must have a really evil, cold streak in her personality, just as the kids seemed to have. But then, Alex was really a carbon copy of his father, except for his lighter, more modishly styled hair and youthfully-
"No!" Gloria checked her thoughts. There I go again-thinking about Alex. I won't do it!
Yet try as the curvaceous redhead might, a vivid image of her oldest stepson's naked body danced before her sleepless eyes. The golden hairs on his deeply tanned chest ... the strong, sinewy muscles in his athletic hips and groin ... the impressive girth of his fully matured penis ... I have to stop this! she despaired. What in God's name is wrong with me, anyway? Why don't I think about Hank this way? Why his son?
Suddenly someone changed the record, and the high-pitched electronic dissonance was replaced by the hypnotic beat of wild Moroccan music. This was even worse than before! It was absolutely impossible to think of sleeping through this fracas.
Impulsively, the redhead jumped out of the wide double bed, threw on a purple silk robe, and dashed from her bedroom. As she charged through the house in search of the source of the noise-even in her own mind she refused to call that racket music!-her Irish temper grew by leaps and bounds. By the time she'd eliminated all possibilities but the recreation room in the bottom story of the split-level, she was as irate as the proverbial mad hatter.
"I'll put a stop to this nonsense," she muttered through clenched teeth as she padded down the steps to the wood-paneled family room. "I'm their mother now, and they'll do as I say, or I'm calling the police. By God, I swear I will!"
As the three conspiring teenagers heard the sound of their stepmother's bedroom door slamming angrily, they shot each other looks of lascivious anticipation. Already, they were stark naked in preparation for this moment, and now Holly reached for the pale pink jar of "Love Lotion" which stood on top of the stacks of records.
"I thought that African stuff would get her up!" she chortled. "C'mon, Kev, let me rub it on your first, and then you do me. But hurry-she'll be down here real fast, I bet."
Kevin Hansen's potent young penis stood out hard and stiff as a flagpole as his little sister began quickly massaging his eager body with the exotic-scented lubricant. In a moment, he'd lain her flat on her back with her golden curls fanning out behind like an angel's halo and her sparsely-covered pussy mound beckoning like a golden light down between her splayed-out legs. God, she was so beautiful ... and the sexiest chick he ever hoped to know!
"Ready to go?" grinned the eldest brother Alex from his strategic position near the stairway. "I think I can hear 'Mom' running through the living room. You guys oughta be balling like crazy when she walks in here-blow her eyeballs right outta their sockets!"
Holly smiled back at the tall blond youth, her green eyes glinting with lewd excitement. "I'm so ready I feel like I could cum in ten seconds!" she declared. "Gee, Al, it's really a weird feeling to think of fucking in front of someone else."
"Yeah!" Kevin agreed, suddenly leaping to the floor where his sister lay on a soft furry rug and kneeling between her satin-soft thighs. "Especially if 'someone else' means Mom!"
Just today, the obscene trio had decided that the Love Lotion as visual impact and the "Mom" as oral impact would be the finishing touches on the plan they'd been hatching for the past eight days. By now, they'd savored this moment so often in imagination that they were as explosively excited as they'd ever been before in their young lives. Just as the sound of the door to the stairs opening reached their ears, Kevin flicked his strong young hips forward and plunged the mushroom-like head of his fully erect penis deep into his little sister's wantonly offered pussy.
"Aaaaahhhhhhhh ... oooohhhhhhh...." the fourteen year old blonde moaned in ecstasy, and Alex flicked off the music. Little Holly's love cries beat any record he'd ever heard-and he wanted his stepmother to hear them, too!
Kevin's eager groans mingled with his sister's to form a salacious chorus of lust, and the tantalizing sight of the two slickly glistening young bodies bucking and undulating in practiced rhythmic precision almost drove him out of his mind with impatience. Taking his long thickness in one hand, he massaged the rubbery foreskin back and forth over his painfully throbbing cock-head. So involved was he in the sheer carnal lust of the incestuous coupling going on before his eyes that he momentarily put Gloria, the intended audience for this lewd tableau, out of his thoughts.
"Eeehhhhhhhh!" a shrill woman's scream split the air of the family room, rising high above the muffled groans and whimpers of the two youngsters writhing in mindless abandon on the floor.
The horrified wail seemed to pump even more perverted energy into the loins of the two young teenagers, and their bodies began to rock together like one mass of ecstatic flesh. Alex, instantly infused with adrenalin at the sight of the voluptuous female he'd lusted after these past few weeks, grabbed both hands around the slim circle of her waist as she buried her flaming face in her arms and turned to flee up the stairs.
"Where the hell do you think you're going?" Alex sneered.
But the young woman was so infused with horror and fear that she somehow slipped from his hands and scrambled up the stairs, half-crawling as she strove to escape. Before the seventeen year old had quite comprehended what was going on, she'd reached the door leading to the kitchen and slammed it behind her.
Alex rushed after her, his long legs taking the steps four at a time. Just as she was almost at the next flight of stairs leading to her bedroom, he grabbed her again, this time clutching her so hard that Gloria felt as though her ribs were cracking.
"Oh God, noooooooo! NO! NO!" Gloria screamed again as she felt her muscular teenage son's arms grasping around her half-exposed body. "Let go of me! Don't put your filthy hands on me! Aaaaaaaahhhhhh!"
"Cut the crap, Mom," Alex laughed, his blood racing like wildfire through his veins as he wrestled with the half-hysterical redhead, easily subduing her frantic struggles with his hard, lean body. "You've seen people fucking before-you're no blushing virgin!"
"NNNOOOOOOOOO!" Gloria's hands flew to cover her ears, but Alex caught her wrists in a vise-like grip and forced her arms behind her back. His body pressed up against hers, the bulging head of his rampant cock rubbing against the silky material of her short nightgown as his mouth crushed down upon her open lips to muffle her yells.
"Hey, Mom," he leered, his eyes roving over her magnificent body as he tugged her down the last two steps to the recreation room. "I see you came dressed for the party-that's some get-up! Figure-flattering!"
The moment his lips left hers, the terrified stepmother once again opened her mouth to scream, but the youth's reflexes were too quick for her. Once again, he mashed his lips against hers, this time thrusting his tongue deep into her futilely resisting mouth. Simultaneously, he shoved against her with the full weight of his 190-pound body, knocking her to the carpeted floor.
For a long second, Alex stood staring down at the now wildly weeping female form below him, his virile young penis pointing down at her strong and straight as a flagpole. The fact that his stepmother now knew the shocking limits of her family's incestuous depravity filled him with a lewd delight, and he was determined now to make this smug, self-righteous woman his father had married see that she wasn't one bit different from the rest of them. It shouldn't be too hard, if she was always as hotly sensual as she'd been that afternoon last week!
I don't believe it! Gloria's frenzied mind wailed. They can't really be doing that! But she knew perfectly well that it was true-Kevin and Holly were rutting like nasty animals right on the floor, and their ruthless older brother was going to rape her! And there wasn't a thing she could do to resist him-she knew from that last dreadful incident on the patio that he was far, far stronger than she, even if she'd not been shaking like a leaf in a gale from the obscene incestuous act being performed only a few feet away.
Still, though she knew how hopeless it was, the young redhead tried to pull herself to her feet. And she'd feared, Alex's athletic loins came crashing down over her, pinning her squirming figure to the rug and almost knocking the wind from her lungs. A sudden vision of her husband's kind face passed before the young wife's eyes, flickered for a moment, then faded as the boy's hands grabbed at the tender flesh of her large breasts.
What's the use of thinking of Hank? He's clear across Lake Michigan, sitting in some hotel room and thinking how nice it is that the kids and I can keep each other company! Gloria thought as she continued to try to squirm out of Alex's perverted caress. What if he could see us all right now? A crazy gurgle of half-hysterical laughter rippled from between her mouth and Alex's as he resumed his horrible, tongue-thrusting kiss.
Alex dug his fingers harder and harder into the smooth resiliency of his stepmother's melon-like breasts. Goddamn! They felt even better than he'd imagined they would, even through the nylon lace of her gown. Suddenly he had to see her naked body, to touch every voluptuous inch of her ultra-feminine curves. With a loud groan, he grabbed two fistfuls of lavender lace and ripped the flimsy garment in half so that it lay on either side of her vulnerably exposed body.
"Yeah, Mom," he raised his head from her bruised mouth to taunt her. "I guess you'll do. Now, how about that fuck you promised me the other day?"
"No ... no ... no ... I never did...." the trapped naked woman whimpered.
Or did I? her mind whirled crazily. What other explanation could there be for his vicious attack? Or, perhaps, he'd been so incensed by her rejection of his drunken advances last week that he'd connived this hideous plot to ruin her life. That must be it ... not that it mattered now, anyway. The only important thing was that his hands pinned her down in a death grip at this very moment, and his hotly pulsating penis was touching the flesh of her naked thigh. Oh God! I wish I were dead! Gloria agonized. I'll never be able to even look at Hank again if Alex really rapes me. But how can he dare do such a thing? It's INCEST!
For a moment the shocked wife's head spun so dizzily that she thought she might be going to faint at the sheer depravity of what was happening to her. Now her stepson's iron-hard thickness was rubbing against her upper leg in a determined way, inching ever nearer to the fear-quivering mound of her wide-open pussy, and to her horror she could even feel the wet drop of his lubricating fluid seeping out onto her bare flesh.
"No, Alex," she croaked, her throat constricting in fear. "No, stop! STOP IT!"
But her piteous wails only served to further excite the lust-maddened youth. Dropping his head down so that his tousled gold-brown hair tickled her neck and breasts, he fastened his teeth on the taut, berry-like bud of his stepmother's left nipple and nibbled at it so hungrily that she moaned aloud in anguish.
"Ooooohhhhhh," her voice echoed through the large empty house, then subtly altered to a muted whimper as the heated bluntness of her stepson's rampaging penis pressed directly up against her cringing vaginal slit. " Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhh ... uuuuunnnnnnhhhhhhhh...." HOW CAN I ESCAPE? a panic-stricken part of her brain shrieked, and Gloria made a half-hearted attempt to raise her knees, As she'd known, it was hopeless-the boy's body was too heavy, too insistently pressuring to be moved. This evil thing was going to happen ... there was nothing she could do.
Suddenly, as the thick cock-head rubbed obscenely along her sensitive cuntal flesh, a vivid memory of the feel of Alex's fingers teasing down between her legs that day on the patio flashed across her mind. All the conflicting emotions she'd experienced that afternoon returned full-force, washing over her helplessly trapped body like a tidal wave and causing her vagina to relax spontaneously. At the very same instant, the youngster's burgeoning cock grazed hotly over the exposed bud of her clitoris, sending tingling sparks of forbidden longing coursing out to every nerve ending in her sensuous body.
Oh no! I can't be liking this degeneracy! It's evil! Corrupt! Gloria tried to clench her full-fleshed thighs together and expel the invading cudgel of incestuous flesh as her conscience stabbed at her, but this-as she might have expected if it hadn't been for the distracting prickling of pleasure slipping through her obscenely displayed body-only pressed Alex's thickly throbbing penis more tightly up against her moistened pussy slit.
God forgive me! he mind wailed as some deep-seated mental barrier began to disintegrate. I'm going to be fucked by my husband's son! And what's more, I want it ... need it ... no matter how hideously obscene it is! I've wanted it all this time, ever since I first saw his wonderful body!
As soon as she'd made the shameful self-confession, Gloria's entire body began to shudder with a masochistic delight. Arrows of illicit desire shot from her fiercely sucked nipples, and the sensitive flesh of her vagina seemed to ripple beneath the rubbery hardness of his penis. Before she could stop herself, whimpering moans were gushing from her mouth and her hips were wriggling eagerly against the hallway carpet.
Alex felt his stepmother's involuntary surrender, and it so excited him that he flicked his hips forward with all the strength in his young body. There was a lewd, wetly sluicing sound, and then his potent teenage penis shot several inches into the butter-soft warmth of the older woman's taut-muscled cuntal passage.
She wants me to fuck her! the youngster's passion-dazed mind realized. She's spreading her legs for me-and panting like a bitch in heat. Jesus, her cunt feels good ... I think she's almost as tight as Holly!
Although one part of her brain was still screaming out in revulsion and shame at being pinioned to the floor by her own stepson, Gloria felt her traitorous pussy opening to ease his passage into her most intimate flesh. By now her long legs were spread so far apart that the tendons in her thighs were strained as though she were doing the splits, and her inner vaginal muscles were spasming hungrily around the impaling shaft of cock-flesh. He continued to press inward with a relentless force, and each additional inch of aching impalement increased her feverish physical need for total fulfillment.
"Alex, Alex, Alex," she chanted weakly as his lust-swollen penis surged ever further up inside her.
"You like it, Mom?" he panted, jerking his hips forward again so that his pulsating male thickness shot to the hilt and crashed against the squirming woman's spongy cervix.
Gloria's body bucked up in wanton abandon to meet his thrusting loins, and her vaginal muscles ground around the impaling cock-shaft with an almost savage energy. She could feel every pulsing vein and wrinkle in the strong adolescent penis, and the fact that this sensual ecstasy was irrevocably forbidden according to every moral precept she'd ever learned only served to increase her obscene excitement.
Oh God, I need it so bad! He feels so wonderfully big and hard inside me! I need more of his cock ... more, more, more!
"Yesssssssss," the young wife wailed as Alex began stroking in and out of her fire-filled pussy. "Ooooohhhhhh yeeeessssssss!"
Incited by his stepmother's submissive cry. Alex increased his lewd rhythm, ramming so hard now that his semen-filled balls jounced against the crevice between her jiggling white ass-cheeks on every downstroke.
"Hey, Momma," he cried against the softness of her breasts, getting a secret perverted satisfaction from calling her by this name. "You're even better than I thought you'd be!" And it was, too ... her pussy felt to him as if there were hands and fingers deep inside her heated cuntal channel massaging his turgid cock.
Gloria writhed up against Alex, unable to answer or even think clearly in her mindless physical ecstasy. All thoughts of her husband, her marriage, the other stepchildren, vanished in a fiery cloud of total lust which whirled in mad rainbow-colored cascades at each smashing thrust of her eldest stepson's penis. It seemed so long since she'd felt the bliss of becoming nothing more than a mindless mass of passion-powered flesh....
In wanton abandon, Gloria strove to extract every last ounce of delicious sensation from Alex's plunging cock. Frantically, she pushed her throbbing breasts closer into his sucking mouth, never ceasing to undulate in shameless circular thrusts beneath the boy's driving loins. Stunned by his good fortune, Alex dug his teeth into her stiffened nipples as he rammed harder and harder into her clasping cunt.
"Uuuuuhhhhhhhhhh ... uuuhhhhhh ... uuuuhhhh ... yes, Alex, do it like that ... suck my tits ... ooooohhhhhh ... give me your cock, your big hard cock ... oh gooooooooodddddd!" By now, the seventeen year old's face was a formidable shade of reddish-purple, and as his stepmother gazed down between her tongue-tortured breasts at his lust-crazed expression, she felt the first whispering promises of a violent climax.
Above her, Alex was sure that his entire body, not just his pummeling penis, was about to explode in a burst of fireworks. Working furiously, he changed the rhythm of his smooth strokes from time to time to heighten her pleasure. Gloria appeared to like this as much as his little sister did-she strained and squirmed beneath him, and her desired-drenched pussy started to spasm around his turgid cock-shaft.
Dad's wife! his mind boggled at the incredible thought. I'm fucking my own stepmother, and she loves my cock!
The teenager's long penis swelled to an impossible size as he slid again and again into the now-shrieking woman's burning vagina, and her soft white feet began beating a frantic tattoo on his hard-muscled back as she bucked up to give his rampaging thickness better access to her pulsating pussy. Arching her back, she met each of his forceful thrusts, straining for the orgasm that hovered just out of reach inside her churning belly. It started like a trickle of fluid in her cuntal depths, then rose to a stupendous magnitude as a bombastic explosion erupted from somewhere inside her womb. She was there at last!
"AAARRRRHHHHGGGGHHHHH!" her sputtering wail echoed back from every wall of the big house, rousing the two younger stepchildren from their post-orgasmic bliss. Glancing at each other in lewd excitement, they stole over to watch their older brother's final triumphant ravishment of the woman their father had married.
"Okay, Momma, here I come!" they heard Alex roar. "Gonna cum in your sweet little cunt ... gonna cuuuummmmmmm!"
As Gloria's pussy shuddered and shook in violent climax, it grasped at the invading cock-shaft so tightly that the youth thought he was going insane. Then he felt his testicles churn and boil over, spewing jet after jet of heated sperm up into his stepmother's convulsing vagina.
"Gloria ... Mom ... aaaaarrrrggghhhhhh!" he heard his own voice coming from a thousand miles away as the blissful fulfillment of release seeped through his young loins. What had his own mother been like? he wondered in his daze of bittersweet physical ecstasy. He scarcely remembered her, for even before she'd left them, she had left the children with a nursemaid much of the time, and had constantly been off on trips. But surely she'd been much like this incredible Gloria woman-with enormous, soft breasts and an all-female body that yearned for a real man's loving....
"OH MOMMA!" he yelled again. "YEAH, MOMMA ... I'M CUMMING IN YOUR CUNT! MOMMMMMMMM AAAAAA AA!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
Hank's three day business trip to Minneapolis extended first to one week, then two. Gloria had continued to write him a loving letter each morning, but she'd known in her heart that she was glad for his absence, for although she realized how sinful she was, she didn't want to relinquish these exquisitely passionate nights of love-making with her husband's son.
Now, as she sat in the big double bed waiting for her husband to finish his shower and go off to work, she felt a cold vacuum of despair envelope her heart. Slowly, her fingers slid down to her still cum-sticky pussy where five minutes ago Hank had ejaculated into her without bringing so much as a tremor of desire to her body. Oh, it was all the same as before ... somehow she'd been foolish enough to hope that these two weeks would have worked a miraculous metamorphosis in him, but it was still a matter of one-two-three-fini.
"I can't stand it!" she muttered softly, turning over onto her belly in despair.
Oh, sure, he'd brought her back beautiful gifts-a mink coat, an elegant Dior scarf of her favorite shade of pale green, a promise of a backyard swimming pool-but what use were material possessions when she didn't have the one thing she craved above all else.
"I need good loving," she sighed into the pillow. "Oh God, what am I going to do?"
"Wake up, darling," she suddenly heard her husband's voice. "Too much love-making for you, eh?" He laughed at his own words, smiling at her tenderly and not noticing the hurt, frustrated expression on her lovely face. "See if you can dig up a clean shirt, will you, sweetie? All the ones I had in Minnesota are ready for the laundry, and there's a lot of important people to see today about expanding the offices."
Planting a pleasant smile on her face, Gloria rose from the rumpled bed and found Hank a clean short-sleeved shirt. It was going to be another scorcher-she'd never seen such a hot summer in Michigan in all her twenty-two years. Not that she really gave a damn, for her life was in such a state of disaster that it could have rained for forty days and nights like in that Sunday School story, and she'd not even have thought to put on a raincoat.
"Gotta run, dear," Hank's strong arms circled her slim waist, and his lips hurriedly grazed against hers. "But that was some fun we had this morning, huh?"
"Yes, darling," Gloria smiled automatically.
In five minutes I can be with Alex, she was thinking, and already a tingling moisture was forming down between her long, lithe legs. I don't care if it's wrong-I NEED him! Before Hank went away, I was satisfied with playing these silly charades-but now I can't bear to live a life when I'm only half-alive!
"How about going out to that new restaurant on the other side of town tonight?" Hank asked, glancing at his wristwatch as he backed out the bedroom door. "I hear they have that French stuff you like-egg Argos-and a superb steak. Let's celebrate this new deal I made, okay, sweetie?"
"Escargots," Gloria corrected automatically. "Yes, darling, that'll be lovely. I'll wear that beautiful scarf you bought me."
"Great. Have Al drive you into town about six, okay?"
And then he was gone. For one long minute Gloria stretched her body like a cat on the bed, listening for the sound of the Lincoln Continental backing out of the driveway. Then, quick as a flash, she was slipping out the door and down the hall to Alex's bedroom.
First, she thought, I need some satisfaction. And after we've made love, we can have a talk about what to do. This situation is impossible-we have to do something to wake Hank up. I think I'll talk to Kevin and Holly, too ... we'll work something out-we have to!
* * *
"But I want to do it, Kevin," Holly protested to her brother that evening as the three Hansen children sat with serious expressions on their attractive young faces in the family recreation room. "After all, if we're really going to be free, we might as well go all the way. Otherwise, it's phony!"
The fourteen year old blonde's elfin features were puckered up in intensity as she tried to override Kevin's objections to the plan she and Alex had conjured up after they'd spoken to Gloria earlier today.
The fifteen year old youth glowered at his sister and brother dubiously, shaking his dark head.
"I mean, be logical!" Holly continued. "Daddy's great, but he's hopelessly old-fashioned. He doesn't know anything about where it's at. After we show him how fine life can be, hell be so much happier. And it'll be so much easier for Gloria."
Although Holly had hated to admit it at first, she had grown very close to her young stepmother. There was a deep bond between them-a far deeper feeling than she'd ever felt for any of her girl friends.
Kevin still didn't answer. He sat on the arm of the leather couch, his foot tapping in time to the new Rolling Stones album, his face a study in confusion.
"I'm right, aren't I, Al?" Holly whirled to face her eldest brother. "I mean, you care about Gloria, even if I hated her at first. And I know you must-I mean, you're fucking her and all that!"
"Sure I care about Glo-she's the greatest!" Alex replied, his handsome young face creased with an earnest frown as he regarded his younger brother. "Okay, I understand why you don't dig the idea of Holly here doing it with Dad-but we gotta do something. I don't really love giving up my fun with Gloria, either-but the important thing is that we all make it together, like a real liberated family!"
"All right...." Kevin said slowly. "Go ahead-do what you wanna do. You're right, I know you are."
Holly clapped her small hands and twirled happily around the playroom in time to the urgently pulsating rhythm of the rock group's song. She felt both of her brother's eyes riveted to her pink flowered mini-skirt and knew that her dancing motions were lifting the light cotton material to reveal her taut white buttocks beneath. For the past few weeks she'd not been bothering to wear panties-it made it more simple to indulge her siblings' urgent demands at any time of the day or night.
"Anyhow," she giggled, coming to a stop in front of them, "I never screwed anybody but you two guys. I bet Daddy's got a great big cock if you take after him. It'll be fun to turn him on!"
The two brothers pulled their eyes from the tantalizingly revealed flesh of their little sister to meet in an understanding gaze. It was weird, all right ... but then, everything that had happened this summer had seemed bizarre at first, but quite normal later.
"Okay," Alex said. "First, we'll let him take his sleeping pill, and then...."
CHAPTER EIGHT
Five minutes after taking his sleeping pill, Hank was asleep. Usually, it took him about fifteen minutes to doze off after taking the habitual medication, but tonight he and Gloria had imbibed a large quantity of Beaujolais at Chez Victor, the new French restaurant in Kalamazoo, and he was more tired than usual.
The instant his breathing became heavy and regular, his voluptuous auburn-haired young wife slipped from the bed and tiptoed down the hallway toward his eldest son's bedroom. She didn't know what the children had planned for tonight, but she felt sure something was offing. No matter what, however, she longed for her young lover. Unlike Hank, she felt much more wide awake after drinking good wine, and at the moment her entire body felt as though it were on fire.
Just as Gloria disappeared into Alex's bedroom, her long red hair flaring out behind her negligee-clad figure like a flag beckoning a bull, her young stepdaughter darted from her room into the large master bedroom. Her heart beat a feverish tattoo against her chest as she closed the door behind her and advanced toward the large bed, but her chin was set at a determined angle, and her green eyes glittered with excitement.
Although Holly wore a short peacock-blue nightie in the same style as one of her stepmother's favorite gowns, and had liberally doused her young body in Gloria's French perfume, she nevertheless felt a little nervous. When they'd discussed this plan, she'd been the most enthusiastic ... but now, faced with the actual fact of making love to her own father, the young teenager's heart was thudding against her ribs.
All the time she'd waited for her signal-the opening and closing of Alex's door-she'd been building up her courage by thinking about the especially warm feeling she always had when she was around her father. It hadn't been easy growing up in a family with three older males, but it was only lately since she and her brothers had grown so close that she'd really understood the reasons for the tensions. There had been that day, for example, when she'd happened to peek inside her father's half-open door after she'd been modeling her new bikini for her brothers and he'd abruptly left the room. She'd thought he was angry about the skimpiness of her bathing suit and had been feeling a little angry until she'd realized that he was holding his genitals as though something had aroused him. She'd not really understood what was happening then ... but now she knew.
Now the young girl stood a few feet away from her father's sleeping figure, shaking in anxiety. It was one thing to act free and bold around Alex and Kevin, but with Daddy, she felt different. As long as she was together with her brothers, she felt reckless and liberated ... but right now she was alone....
Gathering up her courage, Holly stepped toward the bed and stood stock still studying her father's face. He really looked a lot like Alex, a more mature version of her handsome brother. Never before had she looked at him as though he were a man, not merely a father, and she felt her blood quickening as she watched his sleeping figure, trying to imagine how his strong arms would feel around her, how his man's penis would feel inside her....
Yes! she told herself. I want to make love to Daddy! Not just to prove something to Al and Kevin but because something deep inside me had wanted to be really close to him for as long as J can remember.
Padding around the bed to the side where Gloria usually slept, the fourteen year old slipped under the sheet. At once, she snuggled up close to the warmth of her father's body, molding her budding breasts against his broad, pajama-clad chest as she twined her legs in his.
For a long moment she lay in this position, coordinating her breathing with his and easing her long, lithe legs up and down against his hard-muscled loins. Her arms crept slowly around his waist, cuddling him as though he were a giant teddy bear, and suddenly a warm rush of happiness surged through her. For the past several years-ever since she'd begun to develop breasts and a womanly shape-they had seldom touched each other. She'd even stopped kissing him good night, for there was something about the intimate contact that embarrassed them both. But now it was completely different ... she felt a wonderful sense of release.
A few muffled moans spilled from Hank Hansen's throat as his little daughter snuggled against him, but he gave no sign of waking up. Deciding to make the most of these precious moments before he realized who she really was, Holly deftly unfastened his pajama top bottoms and twined her small fingers in the thickly curling strands of his chest hair. At the same time, she let the excitement-dampened slit of her naked pussy rub against his hard-muscled thigh. Then, holding her breath, the young blonde groped inside the fly opening of his pajama pants till her eager fingers discovered something hot and smooth. Daddy's cock-she was touching Daddy's cock!
The thought of what she was doing hit the teenager full force, and for a second her hand jerked away from the forbidden flesh. Then, slowly and cautiously, her fingers rewound over the dormant penis. For a brief moment, Holly felt a flash of disappointment at its small size, but almost at once it began to swell and distend in her palm then began to throb as she increased the pressure of her caress.
Hank's sleeping body stiffened and jerked as he felt into an erotic dream about his new wife, Gloria. He was swimming through gentle waves, and his naked wife rode on his back, her body undulating against him as he rose and fell through the soothing water....
Holly's breath was coming in quick little gasps now as her father's penis continued to expand in her gently rubbing fingers. It was the same shape as her brother Kevin's, but longer and thicker, and the thought of how it would feel inside her made her vagina tingle in anticipation. Still moving slowly, the eager adolescent drew the loose folds of her father's foreskin up over the smooth head of his long cock, covering it completely then slid the skin back down as far as it would go.
"Wow," the young girl breathed. How silly she'd been to feel nervous at first! This was the most marvelous thing she'd experienced in her entire life! But she did wish he'd hurry and wake up. for her moistening pussy felt as though flames of fire were licking at it. With a sigh, she slid one hand down between her own legs, inserting her index finger in the hungry opening of her vagina. Then, adjusting her body, she took Daddy's throbbing thickness in her other hand and guided it toward her ovaled lips.
In his dream, Hank was trying to hail a passing ocean liner, but Gloria was insisting that they continue swimming.
"But we can't go on like this," he was telling her. "It's impossible-nobody does it this way!"
"Why not, darling? It feels so goood!" Gloria purred.
Suddenly, the wide expanse of blue water faded, and Hank fell into a state of semi-consciousness. Although his eyes remained shut-felt, indeed, as though they were weighted closed-he knew that Gloria was doing something to his body. Jesus, it was good to be back home again ... Minneapolis had been awfully lonely ... but what was she doing to his penis? Naturally, she was eager for love-making after his long absence, but oral sex was something he didn't approve of on principle.
Ignoring her father's low grunt of protest, Holly twirled her tongue over his mushroom-shaped cock-head, delicately tasting the drop of glistening pre-cum fluid that danced on the tiny glans slit. Then, while she continued to tease at her own lust-tingling pussy and pulsating clitoral bud, she formed her taut, wet lips into a circle of warmly elastic flesh and began sucking her father's huge penis deeper and deeper into her wide-stretching mouth.
"No, Gloria, please ... I'd prefer you didn't ... the usual way's good enough for me ... for anyone...." Hank tried to say, but somehow he found it as difficult to open his mouth as his eyes.
Goddamn, it felt good! But it wasn't right ... it wasn't the sort of thing he wanted his wife to be doing. He would have to wake himself up enough to get on top of her and make love properly!
With a supreme effort, the hotly aroused businessman opened his eyes and lifted his head toward his loins. A woman's head was bobbing up and down over his hardened penis, her long hair flying wildly in all directions as she slaved at her obscene task. In the darkness, Hank failed to notice that the long tousled curls were golden, not flaming red.
"Gloria honey, please, let's...." the father began, then paused with a horrified intake of breath as the female lifted her head and smiled at him. "Holly!" he yelled, instinctively jerking his body away from her and leaping from the bed.
Holly! His sweet baby daughter, Holly! Licking his cock! Sucking his balls! No! How could this be happening?
"Noooo!" he groaned as he stared down in disbelief at his own child's scantily clad body spread out in his bed. She returned his gaze, her clear green eyes tender and loving and her pink lips still sticky from saliva and his own pre-cum secretions.
"Daddy...." she said in a low, soothing voice. "Let me suck you, Daddy. I want to! Please!"
Something snapped in Hank's brain at the sound of his innocent little girl uttering such obscene words. Someone must have put her up to this-she was only fourteen, for God's sake! And where was Gloria? All the latent suspicions that had lain dormant in the back of his mind ever since his marriage crashed down around him, and her knew with an icy certainty where he would find his unfaithful wife.
"Daddy! Where are you going?" Holly called fearfully as her father dashed from the bedroom.
Jumping up, she ran down the hall after him, then paused in fear at Alex's open bedroom door. Nothing was going the way they'd planned it ... they'd just succeeded in making things worse for everyone!
"You goddamn bitch!" Hank growled, glaring down in hatred at the salacious sight of his own wife of five weeks straddling his eldest son's hips. She was totally naked, and her round white ass-cheeks jounced in obscene invitation as she ground her pussy down on the boy's upthrusting penis. Neither of them heard his groan-they were too involved in their lewd copulation to think of anything but their mutual passion.
For a timeless minute Hank continued to watch, and Holly standing forgotten behind him, held her breath in awed terror. Would Daddy kill them? He was acting like he'd gone crazy! But his big cock was just as hard and stiff as it had been inside her mouth-it pointed like a dagger directly down toward Gloria's mindlessly bucking body.
"Bitch! Bitch! Filthy cheating bitch!" the furious man muttered through clenched teeth as he stepped forward.
She'd corrupted his innocent little daughter ... why, if he'd not wakened up in time, he'd actually have ejaculated into Holly's tiny mouth. The thought was mind-shattering! He knew full well that in some dark, secret corner of his mind he'd lusted after his lovely young daughter in his dreams and fantasies, but he couldn't forgive Gloria for bringing all these forbidden impulses out in the open, for destroying his carefully constructed self-image. How could he ever face his child again?
As these thoughts whirled through the tortured father's mind, his gaze fastened on the pink rosebud of Gloria's anus, gleaming up at him between the full white moons of her jiggling buttocks like a deep-set ruby. Without pausing to consider what he was doing, he dropped to his knees on his son's bed and tugged his wife's resilient buttock-flesh wider apart with his hands. Then, shivering in lewd excitement, he ran his tongue over the tiny pink orifice, poking insistently at its tight elastic flesh.
I don't care! he thought. She wanted me to act like an animal with my own daughter while she was busy rutting with my son! Okay-well, I'll show her! I'll let her know what it's like when I stop acting like a respectable human being and do all the things I've always wanted to do! I bet she'd been fucking him the whole time I was gone ... now I'll give her a taste of how a real man fucks!
As Gloria felt the touch of her husband's hands on her sensitive buttocks, she stiffened and stopped undulating over the stiffened boy's penis thrusting up into her from beneath, but she didn't cry out. The children hadn't told her what plan they'd come up with, and she naturally assumed this was part of it. Only when Hank's tongue slid wetly along her anal crevice did she react.
"AAAAAAHHHHH! NNNOOOOO!" she shrieked, her voice so strident that it woke Kevin, who'd been sleeping restlessly in his room down the corridor. Leaping wide awake, he ran to the door of the room and took the gaping Holly in his arms. Clutching each other fearfully, they watched to see what would transpire.
"No, Hank! Pleeeze! Don't do that to me!" Gloria wailed.
No one had ever screwed the voluptuous redhead in the anus before, and she had a particular dread of this act after hearing a terrifying story from her ex-roommate, who'd broken up with her boyfriend after he'd done this to her, and she'd actually had to go to a doctor. How Hank-gentle, mild Hank who never wanted to do anything in bed except lie on top of her and ejaculate into her' unaroused pussy, was going to inflict this supreme humiliation upon her helpless body while she was still skewered by his son's plunging penis!
But don't I deserve it? her mind agonized. After all, I'm making love to his son! He had every right in the world to punish me ... he could kill me, and it would be just what I deserve!
"You filthy cheating bitch!" Hank raged, sliding on his knees so that his urgently throbbing cock was pressed up against his belly. Lifting his head away from the tiny rectal opening, he took his iron-hard penis in one hand and pressed it against the warmly dampened crevice between her billowing ass-cheeks.
"Aaaarrrggghh!" Gloria screamed at the obscene contact of his cock-head against her forbidden anal flesh. "OH, GOD!-NOOOOO!"
His wife's screams only seemed to incite the angry father more than ever. Without thought of pain or injury, he grabbed her by her slender waist and pushed the long, hard shaft of his penis against the virgin opening, forcing the blood-filled head almost an inch into the tightly cringing anal opening.
Alex's erect penis froze inside Gloria's involuntarily tightened vagina as he realized what his father was doing.
"Relax!" he whispered to his stepmother in a soft hiss. "Let your muscles go loose-it won't hurt so much that way."
Gloria scarcely heard the teenager. Her cringing anus felt as though a fire-filled ramrod had been shoved straight up inside it, and she had no thought for anything except the truly agonizing pain that rippled out to every nerve-ending in her doubly impaled body. And even more dreadful than the pain was the thought of how much Hank must despise her to defile her in this most horrendous of all ways. Her marriage was ruined ... she could not beat the thought of her future.
"Noooo, Hank! Noooo!" she wailed again, her entire body tensing in horrified fear as her husband's bulging cock-shaft sank several more inches into her burning rectum. "You'll kill me!"
"Stop, Daddy!" Holly could no longer bear to watch the cruel sodomizing of her stepmother in silence. "Don't do it! Please stop!"
Hank heard his daughter's high-pitched plea for mercy, but it only served to feed the fire of his fury. As the folds of Gloria's anal passage contracted hard around him, trying to expel his invading penis, he continued to push harder than ever, laughing and groaning in demonical delight as he pressed ever deeper into the incredible tightness of his wife's vainly resisting anus.
Good God! What an unbelievable feeling! Her cuntal muscles were rippling directly against his swollen cock as he pushed forward, and through the thin membrane dividing his wife's vagina and rectum, he could feel the pressure of his son's hardened thickness. At first it had lain still, but now it was beginning to pulsate again.
Holly stood in the doorway, her arms tightly clutching her favorite brother as she watched the utter debauchery going on before her. Every anguished cry her stepmother let out wracked her young body, and she felt she had to do something to help the tortured woman. But just as she was breaking from Kevin's embrace to approach the obscene trio on the bed, Gloria's wails of pain changed to helpless whimpers of something that sounded like pleasure. Confused, Holly came to a standstill a few feet away and watched with wide eyes as the two swollen cocks skewered up into her stepmother's twin orifices.
When the flaming agony in her violated anus began to subside to a dull throbbing pressure, Gloria was as surprised as the watching teenager. It still felt as though something the size of an elephant's trunk were being roughly shoved up between her straining buttock cheeks, but now there was a kind of masochistic delight in being so completely filled with angrily pounding male flesh. Also, Alex had once again begun to drive his hardened penis up into her cuntal channel from below, and her intense pleasure from this stimulation drowned out nearly all vestiges of pain.
Two cocks inside me! her mind sang in wanton ecstasy. Father and son fucking me at the very same time! I know it's evil, but I LOVE IT! I LOVE IT!
Suddenly, the nakedly impaled redhead began undulating her cock-filled loins in time to the two rampant penises which had automatically fallen into an instinctive rhythm, one plunging out as the other rammed back in. Moaning in inhuman passion, Gloria bucked and rocked her perspiration-glistening body between them, her face a mask of perverted ecstasy.
"OHOHOHOHOH!" she chanted as the tremors of pleasure reached the point of explosion. It was inconceivable that this sadistic punishment inflicted by Hank's iron-hard spear of male flesh could be making her feel such exquisite bliss, but there was no denying the wondrous sensations that were surging like liquid fire through her ravished loins.
"Oh, Hank ... Alex ... fuck me ... fuck my ass ... fuck my cunt ... FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!"
Holly looked up at Kevin, her head reeling from the sheer improbability of what she was watching. An overwhelming excitement was sweeping through her young body, and she wanted to feel Daddy's masterful penis inside her as badly as she'd ever wanted anything in her life. At the moment, it was clearly impossible ... but a sudden lewd inspiration struck her.
"Kev," she whispered excitedly to her bug-eyed brother whose stiffened penis was jutting out through his pajama bottoms as he watched the dual ravaging of his voluptuous stepmother. "Let's do it, too ... let's ALL fuck together!"
"You're crazy, Hoi," retorted the boy, but his potent young penis throbbed achingly at the suggestion. "Really crazy!"
"No, I'm not!" Holly declared, tugging him closer to the bed as she spoke. "You let Mom suck your prick-I can see you're all ready for that! And I'll just rub my pussy against Daddy's big strong leg til I cum, too. We can all cum together-all five of us!"
It was a mad plan, but Kevin was so stunned by the salacious events being enacted before his eyes that he found himself numbly following his little sister's directions. Crouching down over Gloria's startled, passion-flushed face, he pushed the full length of his erect teenage penis against her half-opened lips.
"Ggggghhh," the surprised redhead gurgled, but she obediently began to suck the slender cock-shaft into her mouth. Three cocks at once! her mind rhapsodized in shameless abandon! Every single part of my body's filled with hard male flesh!
Without hesitating a second, Holly ran toward the bed, tearing off her short blue nightie before straddling her father's pumping buttocks with her naked thighs. The tiny lips of her cunt spread wide as her thighs strained to encompass the width of his behind, and the flat plane of her desire-moistened pussy was presented to the wildly gyrating surface of flesh. Holly added to the frantic friction by rubbing her quivering vagina hungrily against her father's buttock.
"Oooohhh ... oh, Daddy!" she gasped, wriggling her lust-fevered loins against him.
In a moment of sudden wanton recklessness, the fourteen year old poked her little finger down into the crevice between the furiously bucking man's ass-cheeks. The slim digit sank down into the puckered hole of his rectum, just as his huge penis was shoving into his wife's impaled anus, and Holly cried out again in lewd delight.
"Aaaaggghh! Oh, Daddy! Fuck, Daddy! And Alex! And Mom! And Kevin! Ohhhh ... I'm gonna cum ... everyone cummm!"
Alex was the first to climax for his view of the salacious orgiastic scene was so obscene that he could no longer hold back the hotly spewing jets of sperm that shot from his blood-engorged balls. His heated sperm splashed high inside Gloria's convulsing vaginal depths, bringing on her own orgasm.
What the hell was Holly doing? the father wondered for one blinding moment, but then his own orgasm rolled over him, and he gripped his wife's spasming body by the waist as his huge penis erupted inside her forbidden anus. Again and again he felt the thick liquid rush pell-mell from his aching testicles down the long shaft of his cock, and he was dimly aware that Gloria's lust cries grew wilder and more blissful as his life-giving seed splashed into her quaking rectal channel.
"Oh, God, oh, God...." the stepmother moaned as the second stream of searing sperm rushed into her body. Mindlessly, she tightened her lips around the thick hardness spearing into her mouth, squeezing the boyish shaft with her elastic lips and sucking it down into her throat so that he could climax, too.
For several minutes, all five members of the Hansen family writhed together on the bed, their passionate fulfillment so intense that they knew nothing but flesh and cum and magnificent spasms of joy. At last Gloria fell forward onto Alex's inert body, and her husband rolled to one side, his head reeling in confusion as little by little sanity returned.
Holly remained tightly pressed against her father's shuddering body, her little hands gently caressing his perspiration-streaked body then stroking his limply deflated penis. Even though she'd orgasmed from the sheer friction of his leg, she still burned with desire to have his wonderful cock spearing up into her vagina.
The father was only vaguely aware of what Holly was doing, for his thoughts were screaming in protest against the things he'd just done. Gloria would never speak to him again after he'd violated her anus, he was sure of that, even though she'd seemed to like it at the end. Their marriage was finished; his three children would never again respect their pervert of a father, and his own self-pride was destroyed forever. There was nothing left for him ... nothing at all:..
I'll go away, that's the kindest thing to do, he decided. Right now! I'll just vanish and give them a chance to rebuild the shattered fragments of their lives. Pay for the divorce and psychiatrists for the kids ... and get the hell out.
But as he started to speak, he suddenly realized that his penis was once again growing hard, and that little Holly was stroking it purposefully between her two hands. "Jesus Christ! What in God's name...." he spluttered, staring in bewilderment at his daughter.
"Please, Daddy," Holly's voice was soft and sensual, filled with urgent longing. "Please fuck me now. You're all nice and hard again ... and I want you to do it to me so bad!"
"Holly!" Hank gasped, looking around blankly at the others. "You ... you don't hate me?"
"Of course not!" the girl cried, kissing him. "I love you, Daddy! I want to feel your big cock inside me because I love you so much!"
"We all love you, Hank," Gloria spoke up. She could see from the troubled expression on her husband's face that lie was struggling to understand what was going on, and she wanted to make it clear to him how they all felt. "That was wonderful, what you did to me now. It was a wonderful ass-fucking!"
Their eyes locked for a long instant, and then Hank's face twisted into a smile. "I love you, too, honey," he said slowly.
Then suddenly, he rolled over, positioning himself on top of his young daughter's naked body. Without prelude, he rammed his lust-swollen penis as hard as he could up into her tight pussy channel, forcing his way up into her eagerly clasping vagina till he was impaling her to the hilt and his blood-filled testicles were lewdly slapping against her upturned white buttocks. As whimpers of ecstasy poured from the girl's lips, the father began to spout a stream of obscenities. Each word that left his mouth, together with every thrust of his incestuously hammering loins, rocketed him further and further from the stiff, inhibited man he'd been all his life. New freedom surged through his veins as all the old restraints and barriers melted as if by magic, and he knew he would never again be the same person.
A new life! he thought wildly. For a moment, he focused on his wife's lovely face, and he saw that her violet-blue eyes and lush lips were shaped in an expression of pride and joy. And what a life! With a wife like Gloria and a daughter like Holly and two sons clever enough to maneuver the family into a position where they were a really loving group-what more could a man wish for? At the age of thirty-nine, his life was beginning anew!