Laura Norris staggered under the blow from her husband's fist. Her screams rent the night air as she fell against the kitchen stove, a tiny trickle of blood eking from her split lip. Jack "Red" Norris, her husband, was roaring drunk. His puffy lobster-red face was contorted with an insane rage. As Laura lay sprawled on the floor, her skirt apart, her pink panties visible beneath, Red roared at her, "Look at you, you slut! You're just a pig!"
"Don't touch me again, Red, please," she pleaded, trying to scramble away from him. Red lurched and leaned against the kitchen table, his eyes glazed with drink. Laura's screams brought her two children running into the kitchen. Rena, their fifteen-year-old daughter, viewed the scene with horror, her mouth open, stifling a scream of her own. Val, fourteen, a thin, dark youth, followed and both of them ran to their mother, helping her to her feet.
"Look at her," Red bellowed, "the goddamn slut. No food on the table, no thought about her husband. I oughta break her goddamned neck!"
"Don't you dare touch my mother," screamed Rena. She was a redhead like her father and had a soft beauty that had just begun to bloom in the past six months. She helped her mother to her feet. Laura was a trim, handsome woman in her mid-thirties, shapely still, with a face that was remarkably unlined. She was trembling with fear and pain, holding her hand to her mouth. Her dark eyes and hair showed that she was Val's mother for they both resembled each other as did Rena and her father.
Red swayed as though he were on a pitching deck on a rolling sea. He tried to get the room in focus. His son stood up then and clenched his fists, but kept silent.
"What the hell is this? All of you against me, your own father?"
"We won't have you hitting Mother," Val said. His dark eyes shone like agates struck by light.
"Oh, look at this little shit," gurgled his father. "Well, get out of my goddamned way." At that, he lurched forward, trying to get another swing in at Laura. Rena pulled her mother out of his path and Val put up both of his arms to ward off the blow. His father's fist struck him on one forearm and Val gave way. He blinked back tears.
"You want it, do you?" his father said. "You little pipsqueak!"
"Dad, why don't you go sleep it off?" Val said, trying to get out of his father's way. He had seen such scenes before, but none this violent. His father had been drinking steadily for years and the past year with a heaviness that had frightened all of them. Dissatisfied with his job as a welder in an automotive shop, Red had taken it out on everyone around, his friends first, and then his family. Many nights Val had heard his parents quarreling and his mother weeping after his father had passed out, snoring. On some occasions his father had ripped out the phone, torn up furniture. But now he was striking directly at their mother. Val tried to stand tall and reason with his raging father.
"Don't give me your crap, you little brat," his father said through thick-tongued speech.
"I'm sick of that old bitch criticizing me all the time."
"Go to sleep, Daddy," said Rena.
Red lurched to look at her. "You too. You're all against me. Well, I'm getting the hell out. But first I'm going to teach this little bastard a lesson."
"No, don't hit him," screamed Laura.
But it was too late. Red drove in swinging on his son. Val tried to ward off the blows, but they came at him like sledgehammers. Rena and her mother stood helpless, screaming at the tops of their lungs while Red bored in, battering his son's arms aside. Val vainly strove to protect himself, but his father outweighed him and outfought him. After Red knocked down his arms, he struck him on the face, then knocked him down. Down, the boy tried to avoid the kicking feet of his father.
"I'll fix your ass, you goddamned mama's boy," Red snarled, his rugged boots crashing into Val's flesh. Val screamed as the toe of one hit him full on the scrotum. He writhed in agony on the floor, doubled up in pain.
"My God, Red, what've you done?" Laura shrieked when she saw her son in agony.
"He got what's good for him, you bitch!"
They all heard the honking then. It seemed to come from in front of the house. Red swayed and tried to sort out the sound. His son lay at his feet, groveling in pain. Red gave him another vicious kick at the genitals and turned away. He stumbled to his and Laura's bedroom and began throwing socks, shorts, and shirts into his battered old suitcase. He grabbed his shaving gear from the bathroom. As he came out of the room, the front door opened and a blowzy, over-painted woman came in.
"You comin' or not, Red?"
Laura and Rena came to the kitchen door. They looked across the room at the woman who had come for Red.
"Yeah, I'm comin'. Don't get your ass in an uproar." He spat on the floor and gave his wife the finger. "I'm leavin', bitch. Ain't never comin' back."
The woman at the door looked sheepish but she grabbed Red's arm and led him out. The door slammed behind them and Laura burst into tears. Rena held on to her mother, stunned by what had happened. It was several seconds before both of them realized that Val was still lying on the kitchen floor, moaning in pain. They turned, then, both of them at once, and went to the stricken boy.
"Oh, Val," his mother said, kneeling over him, "did he hurt you bad?"
"Yes. Yes he did. He kicked me in a bad place. Down here."
His mother's eyes flew wide in horror and she began to weep again. "Come on, son," she said. "I'll take care of you. Can you walk?"
"I-I think so."
Rena and her mother helped him to his feet. They led him to the living room and sat him down on the couch.
"There now, just don't move for a few moments. Rena, you better get ready for bed," her mother ordered.
"Mom," said Rena, "does that mean Daddy isn't going to live here anymore?"
"Yes, Rena," her mother sobbed. "It looks that way."
"Good riddance," Val said through clenched teeth.
"Perhaps," said Laura. "He-he used to be a good man. Lately-I-I don't know "
"Now, now, Mom, don't cry," said Rena. "He's not worth it. Did you see that old creep he was with ? "
Laura laughed, on the verge of hysteria.
Rena began to laugh too.
Val moaned.
"Yes, I saw her," said Laura. "That helps take some of the hurt out of it."
"She's not as pretty as you, Mom," said Rena.
"Thank you, dear, now run. Get ready for bed."
Rena hugged her mother and kissed her on the forehead. Laura turned to minister to Val. He lay half doubled up on the couch.
"Where does it hurt?" she asked him.
"All over, but mostly..."
"I know. He kicked you in a terrible place."
"Why, Mom, why?"
"I don't know, Val. Too much drink. He wasn't in his right mind. He's run off with that floozy and I don't know why except that something's been eating at him for a long time. Drinking every day, all day long, at night. I just hope he finds what he's looking for."
"I hate him," Val said grimly.
His mother stroked his forehead soothingly.
"No, honey, you don't hate him. You just hate what he's become." She leaned down and hugged her son, tears starting down her cheeks again.
"He's no good, Mom."
"Let's not talk about him anymore, Val. Get your pajamas on and come to my room. I'll see if I can't take some of the pain away. Do you want to stay with me tonight?" She looked at him searchingly.
"Yeah. I guess so. I hurt all over, Mom."
"I know. Hurry. I'll get the stuff ready." Laura got up then and went to the medicine cabinet. She shook a couple of aspirin out of a bottle and took a jar of Vaseline from the cabinet. She took them to her bedroom, then brought a glass of water from the kitchen. Wearily, she took off her clothes and selected a thin negligee with matching frilly shorts from the closet. She removed her makeup and was combing out her dark hair when Val appeared, dressed for bed.
"Does it still hurt, hon?"
"Yeah. He kicked me solid. I-it's swollen, I think."
"Lie down. I'll say good night to Rena." Laura rose from the dresser and walked down the hall to Rena's room. She went over to her bed and kissed her.
"Good night, hon. Don't think about what happened. Everything's for the best."
"Yeah, I guess so. Good night, Mom."
"Good night."
Laura went back to her bedroom. Val was lying on her bed, in his pajamas. Her heart went out to him. He was so much like her, she thought. So unlike his father. She couldn't bear to see him suffering. She handed him the aspirin from "the bedside table and a glass of water.
"Here, drink this first." Obediently, Val swallowed the pills and the water. "Pull down your pajamas and let me take a look," she said.
Shyly, Val pulled his pajama bottoms down to his knees. His mother gasped. His scrotum was swollen three times its normal size. Already, on the insides of his calves, large red welts were visible and darkening. Tenderly, his mother spread his legs. She reached for the Vaseline and withdrew some tissue papers from ;the cardboard box. She blinked back tears. She dipped her finger into the petroleum jar and withdrew a chunk of the clear jelly. Carefully, she encased his sac in the thick grease as Val winced with pain.
"I'm sorry, son. I know it hurts, but this will be good for it. Try to relax." She lifted his scrotum gingerly and gently rubbed the underside with Vaseline. It had been a time since she had seen her son's private parts. She was surprised at how they had developed. Despite the swollen bag, his penis was almost as large as his father's. A twinge shrank her loins momentarily as she thought of this. Memory made her mind wander and before she noticed what she was doing, she had massaged his limp penis into a semi-erection, coating it unnecessarily with a thin coat of Vaseline.
"Does that hurt?" she asked.
"No," Val said, in a husky, muffled voice from far off. He didn't want to tell her that it felt good, better than anything he had ever felt. His mother's slender assuaging hands on his penis were like angel's hands, soft, airy and exquisitely exciting in a strange forbidding way. A lazy warmth spread through his body, centered at his crotch where light curly pubic hair had begun to grow thickly around his scrotum and penis root. He didn't want her to stop, yet he was slightly embarrassed.
"You're quite a man, Val," his mother said. "You're growing up fast." Her voice had that same strange distant quality that marked his own when he had tried to speak a moment before. She wiped her hands with the tissues and closed the lid on the Vaseline jar. Val's stiffness in his organ began to subside. He made no move to pull his pajamas back up.
"Just stay that way for a while. Let the Vaseline soak in," his mother said. "Shall I turn out the light?" He nodded dumbly, his mind racing with thoughts that he had never allowed before.
Laura turned out the light and crawled into bed beside her son. A street lamp bathed the room in a soft glow, outlining their twin figures. Her own aches were forgotten as she lay beside him. Her mouth was sore where Red had struck her, but the skin was only broken slightly and the bleeding had stopped. Her concern was for her son and she hoped that his father's cruel and vicious beating hadn't harmed him permanently. A wave of compassion spread over her at the thought that his budding manhood might be affected by such an unreasoning, meaningless drubbing. At that moment, her hatred for her husband assumed towering proportions while her love for her son kindled then drew into a steady constant flame like a cutting torch valved down to a thin steady burning. "Feel any better?" she asked in the semi-darkness.
"A-a little," he said.
"Try to sleep. I'll rub it in a little more."
Val sighed deeply. That was what he wanted, but was afraid to ask. He wanted his mother's hand back down there again. He wanted her hand on his privates, fondling them, giving him that warm and contented feeling he had had a few moments before.
Her hand reached out then and touched his leg. The hackles rose from the contact. Gradually, her hand moved over to his crotch and found his scrotum. She cradled the swollen sac in her hand and rubbed the petroleum deeper into the pliant folds of the skin, gently rubbing, rubbing. Despite herself, her hand moved impulsively up to the root of his penis, rubbing, rubbing, until the beginnings of tumescence warned her of what she was doing.
Val kept silent, his thoughts racing. He knew what was happening and he didn't want it to stop. His body cried out for his mother to take the whole of his cock into her hand and squeeze it, pull on it, bring it to fullness. He wanted to grab her hand and place it around his cock and move it up and down until the cum spurted forth as it had when he masturbated, alone in bed or sitting on a stool in the bathroom.
But her hand moved only slightly up from the root, kneading the bottom part of his penis only. Val's heart thumped loudly in his chest until he was certain she must be able to hear it. But she was silent, kneading, kneading, as though she Were asleep and didn't know what she was doing. His tumescence grew and he wanted to shout at her to do something for him, to give him the full pleasure of her hand. But he didn't dare. He was afraid of what was happening, and slightly ashamed. And yet he didn't want it to stop-ever.
Laura held her breathing in, afraid it would betray her. Her emotions had risen up in her body like a sudden summer wind, strangling her. Desire flushed her body with a sodden warmth. In her own loins she could feel the twinge of sexual want as she carefully and slowly massaged that lower part of his stalk which was swelling in her hand so manfully, so desirably. But this was her son. Her son! She wanted to stop, but she couldn't. She was carried away by newfound emotions that she couldn't explain. She was swept up in a tide of forbidden desire that wouldn't let her stop this seemingly innocent, yet dangerous kneading.
In a sudden inexplicable impulse, Laura's hand moved up the stalk and grasped her son's cock fully. It was as though she couldn't stand to know it was there, nearly fully erected. She had to feel it-to know. She grabbed its full-neses in her hand and squeezed for just a fleeting second. Its veins throbbed in her palm, its throbbing flesh filled her hand, for just that instant. Then, as suddenly as she had grasped it, she turned it loose as though her hand had been burned, as though to hold it a second longer would cause stigmata to appear in her palm!
Val almost swooned with the ecstasy of it! His head dizzied with the giddiness of it and he could feel the blood rush to his swollen member, bringing it to a full erection. Oh, if only she would hold it forever! But her hand was there for only a brief flood of seconds and was as suddenly gone. He wanted her to take it and caress it, to feel its fullness for as long as she wished. His loins ached for her to complete him, to bring him to climax. But he knew, with a bright stab of intuition, that this wasn't to be. Her hand was gone and was now patting him on the thigh.
"Go to sleep, Val," she whispered in the far-away dark.
Quietly, he pulled his pajamas back up, covering his shame. He felt empty as his erection died, shrunk back to its weakened former self. He wanted to weep, but with the release of her hand the pain in his scrotum returned, dully now, a reminder of the terrible kicks from his father. He was suffused with an overwhelming love and affection for his mother, changed now, from what it had been before into something unfathomable, unknown, but growing in his mind like something grand, though shapeless, yet, growing even as his body finally relaxed and his eyelids grew heavy with the combination of fatigue and letdown.
Laura listened for her son's heavy breathing, still holding her own back for fear she would let him know how her heart was racing. She had felt it! Actually held his young manhood in her hand for a moment! Her heart fluttered in her breast with an intense tachycardia. Excitement trembled the empty hand that had held him for that brief moment. It had felt so good, so right. He was a man, physically. A better man, perhaps, than his father. But to allow him to be a man with her, what was that? That couldn't be. Could it? Laura heaved a big sigh and turned to look at her son.
He was sleeping. Next to her. In her bed. If she could but keep him there always! If something happened, then perhaps it was supposed to be, meant to be. But he was her son! Her heart rose up in her throat and threatened to burst through the flesh and the veins. If only she could quell the excitement that had built up inside her. She allowed her hand to reach between her legs and touch her nest. Dampness met her touch, the dampness that had seeped through her lips and onto the curled thick hairs of her vagina. Shameful! But she so wanted relief! What was she to do? She had no husband anymore. He had left her for another woman. She had only ... only, what? Val? Yes, Val. She had only her son. It was agony not to touch him, not to bring that fine young cock of his to life again and put it between her legs, let it enter her and find all the secret places where love waited in a hundred nooks. Oh, if she only dared! If only she had the bright strong courage to take him while she had him, to initiate him into the world of love as she wished it to be! If only ... if only...
She did not go to sleep for a long time, but lay thinking, her body dully dying off from its rude desires of moments before. Val had turned in the bed and was lying on his side. His fly was open and his limp organ had tumbled out innocently, but beckoning to her like a morning flower that needed only a kiss to bring it to bloom, a touch of dew and a sprinkle of sunshine to awaken it to full blossom. Carefully, she reached over and took the head of his penis between her fingers. Gently, she stroked the smooth head where it peeked out from the circumcised foreskin and lay circling it like a monk's hood a half inch below.
She moved down the bed where she could face it as she played. Val's heavy breathing reassured her. She took the tiny inert length of it in her hand then and an exquisite thrill shot from her trembling stomach clear to the hard tuber of clitoris in the channel of her cunt. She weighed it in her hand, then squeezed it, feeling it mash down then resiliently spring back a bit harder than it was before.
His sleeping made it easier for her to do what she was doing. He could not know what thoughts she had in her mind! She moved her face closer to the bud that was his cock's head and she put her lips on it, no more than a feather's light brush. She pulled on the rubbery skin bringing the head to her lips. She opened her mouth slightly and took the head in her mouth. She laved it with her tongue, swabbing it with saliva, soaking it with the spittle that had sprung up in her mouth of a sudden.
His cock grew hard and frightened her. What if he woke up! He might, now. But it looked so beautiful and so manly, so big. She allowed herself to stroke it as she had Red's so long ago when they still loved each other. Oh, it had been so long! She hadn't realized it. But sex had become a matter of release for her and a quick drunken fuck to her husband. That's not how it used to be. But she was just an object to him, had been for years. But here was Val, young and unspoiled, not knowing of the ways of the world.
Afraid, she allowed herself one more kiss and a final stroke before she pushed his stiff organ back in his pajamas, tucking it back so it wouldn't fall out. But how she wanted it. How she wanted it inside her, pumping until the juices sprang forth and filled her womb! She clenched her fists and turned her back on her son. Then, a moment later, she reached down and pulled the covers over them both.
It was unbearable, but she faced him under the covers and drew her body close to his. She put her arms around him, over his shoulder and pushed her cunt close to his own loins. She rubbed against his hardness and felt, after a while, the gush of oils inside her as the spasm of orgasm shook her body. But so unfulfilled, so unrequited! Her breasts ached for his touch, her womb cried out for him to fill her. Sobs shook her body, then, and in the dark, she was alone, terribly alone with her own secret filling her mind like a dark stranger.
But, blessedly, Laura fell asleep finally, her eyes tight shut with the weight of the salt from her drying tears.
CHAPTER TWO
Laura let Val sleep late. She had felt his forehead when she got up and he was feverish. She and Rena had breakfast and she sent her off to school alone. She said she would stay home with Val and as soon as he was better she would look for a job. She had been saving here and there, by hook and by crook for the past few years and they had enough to get by on until she got a job. Rena had been sad to leave her mother, but Laura had insisted. "Life goes on, hon," she said.
"But I want to stay home, too. What if Daddy comes back and ... and beats you up?"
"He won't be back," Laura had said, her mouth grim. So Rena had gone and Val was still asleep. To keep herself from thinking, Laura rushed around the house, cleaning up, dusting, changing things around the way she wanted them. Now that she had no husband, she was anxious to remove all trace of him. She threw a lot of his old clothes in a Goodwill bag and dropped them off at the supermarket. Luckily, they had two cars and her old clunk still ran well enough. When she returned, Val was awake and she fixed him a good breakfast of eggs, bacon, fried potatoes, and tomato juice.
"Did you sleep all right?" Laura asked him.
"Yeah, fine. I don't feel so hot, though."
"I know. That's why I want you to stay home today. Rest. How's the swelling?"
He grinned sheepishly.
"Still swollen, I'm afraid."
"Well, we'll look at it after a while. You eat and then go back to bed. You want to stay in my bed?"
"O-okay. Sure. Might as well."
She breathed a sigh of relief. So everything was still all right. After breakfast, Val went back to bed, walking like a bowlegged man, gingerly. Laura didn't laugh, though. She bled for him, hated Red all the more for what he had done to her son. He might have ruined him for life, she told herself. She washed up the breakfast dishes and began reading the employment ads in the morning paper. She knew she could survive. She had gotten through the night, the terrible night, and the morning. Self-confidence took over and she felt wonderful. She saw several jobs that interested her. She had worked in a factory, assembling components for electronic machines, when she met Red. He had been a welder at the same company. That was so long ago.
She saw several ads for factory girls, a girl to work in a bindery, selling jobs, waitress jobs (she shuddered!), secretary, which she couldn't do, and she checked off those she wanted to see in the morning. She called the bindery and made an appointment to see a Mr. Coby the next day and one of the factories near the bindery said they would see her at ll, after her 9 o'clock bindery appointment.
Rena came home from school and did her homework. Val's fever rose and Laura fed him soup and iced tea in bed, along with aspirin.
"I'll rub you down with alcohol if your fever doesn't go down," she told him. "I think you'd better stay here again for the night, if that's all right."
"Sure, Mom. Yeah, I think so," he said. He didn't feel well but it was a question of whether his fever was induced by his physical injuries or by a desire to stay with his mother. Even Laura wondered, but she was happy that this gave her an excuse to keep him in her bed. Rena got a phone call and asked if she could spend the night with a friend of hers. Gratefully, Laura consented and she and Val were alone in the house when it got dark.
She took his temperature and it was a shade over 100 degrees. She put a cold towel on his forehead and prepared for bed. Val watched her as she undressed, his mind filled with the thoughts of adolescence that he had long carried. Since he was twelve or thirteen he had begun noticing girls, women, especially older women. Getting a hard-on from seeing their breasts slightly exposed in low-cut dresses or miniskirted legs. He had a rich fantasy life which was only assuaged by private masturbation. When he had had a particularly good day of "beaver shooting" or seeing a multitude of thighs and breasts, he would redisplay the image in his mind while he pounded off, feeling oddly guilty after the rich milky sperm shot out of his penis and into his hand.
He had the same feeling now, watching his mother take off her clothes, not trying to hide herself. It was even more provocative to see her go to the dresser and pull out a filmy shortie nightgown and get into it. He could see her dark patch between her legs and her still firm breasts tossing jauntily as she moved. He tried to think away his erection, to concentrate on something else, but she held his attention until she went into the bathroom to brush her teeth.
It was, he thought, almost as if she wanted him to see her naked, almost as though she wanted him to want her body. He had never thought about his mother in that way before, but after last night ... his thoughts were a tangle of half-realized dreams and incomplete surmises. It did no good to try and figure out what a person was thinking. But sometimes, he knew, girls did things with their bodies to make you excited. He knew this from the girls at school. They would let you get a glimpse of their panties under their miniskirts every once in a while and one girl didn't even wear any panties and was always showing everybody her snatch. Thoughts like that drove him crazy, but he had never connected them with his mother. She was someone apart from that world. But was she? Not anymore. She had looked upon his nakedness, had felt his cock and the thought made him giddy. But he didn't know how to react. What to do. What to say. It was best, he guessed, not to say anything, but just see what she would do.
Laura brushed her teeth reflectively. She was glad that Rena had gone over to Linda's house for the evening. That made it much more intimate. But why should she think this way? Was she already thinking of her son as a lover? She shuddered and looked at herself in the mirror. She saw a brown-eyed, dark-haired woman, still pretty, dimples still there, sheltered by slight lines, a trim nose, and a good smile. A sensible woman, grown.
But was she? She thought of Val in the next room, lying in her bed, and she wasn't so sure What would happen? Would she be carried away again ? She had taken liberties with him. Liberties that shocked her in the cold light of reality. But what mother didn't pride herself in her son's maturing into manhood? Was this the same? Perhaps not specifically, but much the same. She hadn't done anything, really, had she? Not really. But she had wanted to. And she still did. Her hand was trembling as she put away the toothbrush and rinsed out her mouth with Listerine. God help me, she thought.
Val looked away when she came back into the bedroom. He was afraid his face would show her what he had been thinking. Laura tried to be light'and gay, her heart thumping erratically in her chest. "Tired, honey?" she asked. "Fever better?"
"Yeah, kinda. I think it's okay."
She turned off the overhead light and switched on the bed lamp. She had brought the Vaseline from the bathroom. Val's heart soared when he saw it.
"I'll take a look at where your father kicked you, all right?"
"Uh huh."
"Want to pull down your pajamas, hon?"
"Okay," he said eagerly. He pulled down his pants and his legs trembled, despite his trying to control them.
Laura managed to act matter-of-fact about it, as though she were a nurse and this was commonplace to her. But when she saw his bareness, his limp organ sitting high atop his still-swollen scrotum, she very nearly lost her composure.
"It's still swollen," she said.
"I know. A little."
"Does this help?" she asked, her voice quavering.
"Uh, yes, it does. Makes it feel a lot better."
His mother sat beside him on the bed, opened the petroleum jar and dipped her finger in and pulled out a large glob. Val tensed for the cold contact and his mother smiled. It would be cold at first, but after that...
Again, she was very careful and very gentle with the lubricant. Val relaxed and let his mother spread the thick substance over the wrinkled flesh of his scrotum. The swelling had gone down considerably and there was just a trace of soreness, but Val needn't tell his mother that. Her hand on his sac was not as stimulating as it had been the night before, but perhaps she would go higher once again and bring him pleasure. But he was disappointed. His mother only put the Vaseline on his withered little bag and gave him a reassuring pat.
"There, that should help a little," she said.
"Thanks, Mom."
"Shall I turn out the light?"
"Yeah, I guess so."
She reached over and turned out the lamp and Val turned away from her, angry without knowing exactly why. She had done what she was supposed to and he had no reason to quarrel with her about that. But he realized he had wanted more. After seeing her undress and parade around the room naked he felt, well, seduced, yet nothing had happened. This is really what made him angry. With himself, perhaps. Because this dream was something that just couldn't happen. A guy just didn't do anything with his own mother. Did he? Of course not.
Laura sighed and tried to put her thoughts out of her mind. Seeing her son exposed that way had once again stirred coals that should have remained dead ashes. And he was lying next to her. Their coupling was separated by only a couple of pieces of thin cloth. He was so close and yet so far. She bit her lip, trying to put his naked organ out of her mind. But she could still see his bag and his penis, dormant, needing only a touch or two from her hand to bring them to life, a caress to make his manhood grow, ready to pierce her thighs with its hardness.
Restless, she turned over again and looked at VaTs back. She wished she could see his face, know what was going on in his mind. The room was darker tonight because she had left the curtains pulled. Part of the light from the street came through the crack where they did not quite join and she could see him, despite the dark of the rest of the room. She yearned to reach over and pull his shoulders around, to smother him with her hot kisses and show him how terribly much she loved him and wanted him. It was agony, lying there like that, wanting him but not having the ultimate courage to force the issue.
Still, she had that feeling in the pit of her stomach, a feeling akin to fear, but also of quick and lively anticipation. Last night she had taken liberties with him while he lay sleeping. Perhaps tonight she could go at least that far. Her loins burned and ached for him, her hands trembled to touch his private parts again, her head dizzied with the thoughts of what she really wanted to do. But she waited, holding back her breathing, pretending she was going to sleep.
Val listened and thought that his mother had gone to sleep. He felt drowsiness overtake him and he wanted to escape from his erotic thoughts. He could still see his mother's bush between her trim desirable legs and her breasts bouncing saucily as she moved about the room. It was enough to bring him an unwanted erection. He wanted to get up and go to the bathroom and find relief, but he knew his mother would hear him. It was too quiet in the room. Too quiet in the house. But his prick was hard and, to his dismay, he wanted his mother very much. He turned over then and, in doing so, moved closer to his mother than he would have wished. She was facing him and his hard cock brushed against her leg.
Her eyes opened and met his in the dark. They stared at each other, afraid to speak. He knew that she had felt his erection. His heart began pounding, his pulse beat increased and his erection stiffened.
Slowly, Laura reached her hand down to Val's thighs. She reached into his pajamas and her hand closed around his swollen cock. "Oh, Val," she whispered.
"Mom, oh, Mom, that feels so good," he said, almost weeping.
She squeezed his cock reassuringly and he felt the blood pound in the stretched thin flesh. It felt so wonderful, so right! She mustn't stop! She mustn't stop now!
"Oh, you're such a man," she whispered. She snuggled closer to him and moved her hand up and down around his cock. He felt as though he were going to ejaculate right then and there. But he didn't want to. He didn't want to spoil it. He knew he would be ashamed if that happened. But it was about to happen. He had to stave it off. He had to!
His mother reached her arm under her son's shoulder and drew him close to her, her other hand still gently moving up and down his cock, feeling the loose flesh where his foreskin had fallen like a cowl around his head. She rubbed her thumb around the tip of his cock and over the thin slit hole. His precoital juices flowed forth and her own cunt twitched longingly when she felt the fluid seep out onto her thumb.
"My sweet, sweet Val," she husked and put her lips on his. They kissed, lightly at first, and then slid her tongue inside. Val's heart leaped up into his throat. This was incredible! It was happening! His wildest dreams could not compare with the feeling this gave him. It was more erotic than anything that had ever happened to him before. He had kissed girls, frenched them too. But none of them had aroused him like this. With his own mother! He was giddy with the sensations that were swarming through him, giddy to the point of fainting.
Laura's tongue laved her son's mouth with a vengeance. She found his tongue and tossed it up, sucked on it and moved it around, giving him the rhythm of sex as she moved it in and out like a penis into a vagina. Her breasts ached and the nipples hardened like nuggets. She was swept so away by her own passion that she didn't have time to think, much less the judgment factor that she may have wished for in more serene and sober moments. All she thought about was the blinding torrent of emotion that enveloped her as she kissed her son and stroked his throbbing organ. Excitement seemed to have burned out her brain, short-circuited all her inhibitions, washed out any normal senses. Sensation after sensation wracked her body, turning her thighs into a smoldering cauldron of desire.
She sobbed and smothered her son in a welter of flaming kisses. That he responded so eagerly only drove her to further heights of fiery desire. His tongue soon began to match hers in frenzy, tangling her own tongue, touching tip to tip and laving underneath it so that her cunt filled and flowed with the gushing fluids from her eager well. She could not recall that she had ever in her life been so excited, so carried away with gratification of her innermost desires. It was as though she had suddenly reached the height of her powers as a woman, achieved the fullest potential as a lover, and with her own son, ironically enough.
She knew that Val could not take much more of this. His rod throbbed in her hand with the force of unleashed power. And she so wanted him to put it between her legs, to drive it home to its full length. She pushed away, breaking the intense tonguing kiss. She was gasping from her passion and a lack of breath.
"Wait," she whispered. "I don't want you to come. Not yet!"
Val waited, his eyes gleaming like polished stones in the dark. He knew what she wanted. He wanted to consummate the foreplay, to put himself inside his mother and he didn't care about the consequences, didn't even consider what they might be. He knew nothing of Oedipus and his mother and wouldn't have cared if he had. All he wanted was to know his mother, to know her intimately, to press into her innermost secret passage and find completion there as a man.
"Have you ever-ever done anything like this before?" she asked him, her voice wavering as though it were traveling many miles overland on a faint breeze.
Val choked. "N-no," he quavered.
Laura's stomach swirled in happiness. She was very tender with him then. She moved away slightly and lay flat on her back. She spread her legs wide and waved her hand in an indication that he should move atop her. "Come. Get on top of me," she husked.
Clumsily, her son moved so that he was straddling her, his stiff organ hanging down like a scimitar about to strike.
"Move closer to me," she said.
Val didn't know what she meant, but he moved up her naked body, almost fainting from the heady musk of her. Her faint perfume filled his nostrils and he could detect the aroma from her cunt, the heavy darkness of love.
Laura reached out and grasped his cock in her hand once again. Her other hand grasped him on one cheek of his buttocks and pressed downward. She guided his stiff prick to the mat of hair between her legs until the head of it touched the wiry nest. "There," she said. "Now put it in gently. Don't be afraid. I want you. Oh, I want you to!"
Val swallowed and lowered his hips so that his cock touched her cunt lips. He very nearly lost his load right then, the blood swelling in his prick with a sudden rush of desire.
"There," she whispered, "now go on, push on inside."
The first touch of him on her cunt made her head spin. And as he pushed, past the portals, into the musky dampness of her pulsing pussy, she put her arms around him and held him close, their bodies touching from neck to toe. "That's it, my darling. You're doing wonderfully."
He slid his cock in her lubricated passage, finding the warm world of a woman's most precious possession wrapped around him like a clutching sea anemone. He moaned as the pleasure of it coursed through his body. He was inside, he had entered his mother and she was enjoying herself! He was in ecstasy. His whole being seemed suddenly transformed. It was all beyond any imaginings he had ever had. His adolescent hopes had never encompassed anything nearing this. It was-it was indescribable and unexplainable, and he didn't care. He was inside her and he knew what to do.
Laura gasped with the unexpected warm pleasure of his cock suddenly inside her, touching her clitoris. She came and the orgasm shook her body like a puppet dangling on a string. But Val couldn't know this! He had no way of knowing what extreme pleasure he was bringing to her. She held him tighter and delighted in the way his cock filled her. Yes, he was very much a man, in every sense of the word.
Val didn't know what to do. He was inside and he hung there on the brink of orgasm, uncertain of what to do next. His mother sensed this and she began to push and pull on his buttocks to show him what he must do.
"Fuck me, Val," she said, so low he could barely hear it. But the words sent an electric current through his body and he began the up and down motion that slid his cock in and out of his mother's cunt with a pleasure to them both that was almost unbearable. "Oh, yes, fuck me like that," she said, not bothering to whisper anymore.
"Oh, my God, I am fucking you, Mother," he panted wondering at himself, at his boldness.
Those words brought his mother to still another orgasm, this one even more breathtaking than the ones before.
Val's cock was hitting her love button on every stroke and the orgasms came one upon another with a rapidity that left her weak and helpless. Val couldn't stand it anymore. He felt himself being moved by a force over which he had no control. Faster and faster went his cock, in and out of her cunt until he felt the onrush of his sperm from his swollen testes, and before he could pull his cock out of her, his seed splashed into the walls of her pussy and up into her womb.
"Oh, my God," he whimpered, and his mother held him close in her arms, the tears beginning to stream down her face. "Oh, it was so good," he whined and she patted his head.
"You were wonderful," she managed, still stroking his head. "Stay there for a moment."
But already he could feel his cock going limp, the last of his sperm spurting out of it in ever-diminishing streams. She held onto him as long as she could and then his organ tumbled out, emaciated, flaccid, small.
She stroked his back and he lay atop her for several moments regaining his breath. It felt so wonderful and so strange. It was all over and he couldn't recall now how wonderful it had been. In a way it was as though it had never happened. But it had, and his body knew it. It was suffused with a warm glow. He basked in the warmth of his mother's body and her breasts against his chest. He could feel his limp cock lying on her pussy like some shipwrecked being tossed up on a jungle beach. After a few minutes, Val slid slowly from his mother and lay beside her. She looked over at him and smiled.
"Put your hand on me," she said. He put his hand on her leg. She put her hand on his limp cock and stroked it. "It was very beautiful," she said. " Very beautiful."
Val didn't know what to say. He was still awestruck by everything that was happening. But with her hand on him, he again felt the stirrings of desire. He didn't think it was possible, from all that he had heard from other boys, but in a few moments the hardness began again. His mother's hand clasped around it and the stiffening increased.
Then she suddenly slid down until her face was near his crotch. His mind raced. What was she going to do? His body cringed uncontrollably. Then he felt it. His mother put her lips on the head of his cock. It swelled into bloom at that strange touch. Then the head of it was gone, into his mother's mouth, and he almost ejaculated again. But the seed was not yet regenerated and only a dull far-off pain coursed through his organ.
"I want you again," she said when she took his cock out of her mouth and slid back up beside him. "Can you?"
"I think so-uh huh." He climbed back on top of her and this time she didn't have to tell him what to do. He inserted his cock into her and it was easier this time. She was so wet, so full of his and her love that he slid in like a hot knife through butter. His mother gasped as he struck home. He pumped up and down, in and out of her for a long time.
"Fuck me, fuck me, Val," she choked, her body a torment of raging passions.
When he finally came again, it was better than before. He slammed his cock in all the way and delighted in this expression of his newfound manhood. He felt the sperm shoot out of the head of his cock and into his mother's womb. He screamed a series of unintelligible vowel sounds as orgasm drained him of every last bit of energy he had.
"What a man you are!" his mother breathed.
Val fell beside her, breath gone, his body tingling with the aftermath of their lovemaking.
Night breathed down on them and, with sweat drying on their bodies, they fell asleep, naked and happy, sated to the brim.
CHAPTER THREE
Val was sheepish and embarrassed when he awoke the next morning, halfway dreading to see his mother. But he needn't have worried, for she was already gone. He read the note on the bedside table, with noticeable relief.
Son-I had to go into town early. If you feel like it, you should go to school. Your cereal's on the table. See you tonight. Love, Mom.
He tried to read between the lines, but he couldn't attach any more to the note than what it actually said. But he began to pout anyway as he got out of bed and went to his own room. She could have awakened me, he thought. But then he thought that maybe she was just being nice to him. His tangled thinking got him nowhere and he decided to go to school. He felt fine. His scrotum was back to normal and the pain was almost all gone.
He showered and ate his breakfast, glad to be alone. He felt strangely happy and the memory of the night before was vivid in his mind. Still he couldn't shake off the feeling that it didn't really happen. But when he walked back in his mother's bedroom he could smell the musk and he knew it had happened. As he went to school, he told himself that he wished it would happen again.
Laura got home in the early afternoon, elated. She had taken the job at the bindery and could start immediately. She would collate, stack, help, and get a fair starting salary. It would keep them going. It would show Red Norris that she didn't need him. She almost laughed when she thought of her vagrant husband and his alcoholic girl friend. If he only knew who the real man of the house was, he would probably die of apoplexy! Served him right!
She felt a tug at her heart when she went into her bedroom and saw the rumpled bed-sheets. The thought of what had happened brought a pang to her breasts. She made the bed, then took off her clothes and stood naked before her mirror. She felt ten years younger. She looked like she felt. She hummed to herself as she smiled at her reflection, then went into the bathroom and showered.
Rena came home from school at the same time Val did. She thought he looked sullen and mean, but he was only preoccupied. They both greeted their mother and she made light of her new job until Rena threw her arms around her mother's neck and exclaimed how happy she was. "Just the three of us, Mom," she said. "It'll be great! Yes. We can make it now," she beamed, winking at Val. He blushed and then smiled, too.
That made Laura smile in return. "Everything's going to be just fine," she said and hurried off to make a celebration supper for the three of them.
Finally, Laura was alone with her son. Rena was in the next room, watching TV while Laura finished the dishes. "You look fine, Val," she said. "Are you all right? I mean...."
"I'm fine, Mom. It doesn't hurt. The swelling's gone away."
"Good."
His heart sank like a stone. '
But she was not going to let it go at that. Excitement trembled in her breasts and tummy. She looked at him, her lips wet, as she dried the last dish. "Do you-do you want to stay with me again?" His heart soared like a hawk. "Yes-sure," he replied, somewhat awkwardly. Laura's smile grew wide. "Go to your own room. Wait until Rena goes to sleep, then come in. Okay?" She hated herself for being so much like a conspirator with her own son. She hated to do this to Rena. But desire for her son swept away all obstacles.
Val nodded that he understood and went into the living room to join Rena in front of the black and white television set. He couldn't concentrate, but he wanted to give the appearance that he was. His mind was somewhere else-in his mother's bedroom.
After kissing Rena good night, Laura changed into a shortie nightgown, but this time she didn't even go through the pretense of putting on the panties. The nightgown fell just below her thatch. She sprayed a wisp of cologne on her neck and dabbed her wrists after she finished combing out her shoulder-length hair.
The minutes dragged by agonizingly. She could hear Rena taking a shower and attending to her various night-time ablutions. Then she could hear Val do the same while she tried to hold down the heavy sound of her own breathing. It seemed an eternity before she saw lights go out, leaving the hallway leading to her own room in darkness. But it was even longer still before she saw his stealthy shape in the doorway. It was then that her breasts rose and she could feel a sharp pang in the nipples. "Val?" she whispered.
"Yes," he answered and weaved his way toward her in the dark.
"Shut the door," she said, and he turned back. He closed it quietly and stood there for several seconds, his own heart pounding.
"Is Rena asleep?" she asked when he came to the side of her bed.
"I think so," he said.
"Get into bed."
He slid in next to her and they waited, side by side. The wait was awkward for both of them.
"Are you tired?" she asked. "No. I feel good."
She reached for his hand. He was wearing his pajamas. She found his hand and brought it to her face. "That feels good, Val."
He felt his cock harden. Just a touch, but it excited him so that his member began to swell without any conscious effort on his part.
"Do you want me again?" she asked.
"Yes," he croaked. He didn't want to talk or to think about it. He knew she was there and he knew why he was there. In the filtered light he could see her legs and her shortie nightgown. He wondered if she had the panties on. She still held his hand to her cheek.
"Turn on your side," she told him.
He turned and his left hand was free. It burned him and he couldn't understand that. It felt hot and he didn't know what to do with it. It just hovered there with no place to go.
His mother looked at him and smiled. "Touch me," she said.
He put his hand on her tummy. The feel of the soft diaphanous negligee was exciting too. His cock became even more turgid, stretching out his pajamas at the crotch.
"Lower," she whispered, her face quite close to his.
He moved his hand down and felt the ruffle at the hem of the shortie. Still lower, he touched the wiry hairs of her cunt. His pecker took a leap in his pajamas. She wasn't wearing any panties. His hand found her cunt flesh and he touched the lips lightly.
His mother spread her legs wide and she kissed Val on the lips. She released the hand she had held to her cheek and groped for his crotch. She felt the hard shaft and the wet spot where he had leaked his pre-coital juices. Her stomach contracted with a sharp surge of desire. She unsnapped his bottoms and pulled them down past his heavy equipment. His hand on her cunt made her juices race inside. "You're ready," she said.
"Uh huh," he gasped.
"Put your finger inside me," she instructed.
Val slid his finger along her slit until he found the hole and pushed it inside. Her hand closed around his shaft and gave it a reassuring squeeze.
"Mmmmm, nice," she said, delighting in the wickedness she felt about it. It was as though she had her son completely in her power. She had but to touch him and he would do her bidding. It was so. Val was captivated by her and heady from her attentions. He was in her power and he wanted to be.
His finger inside her love tunnel was something new to Val. He could hardly believe he was doing what he was doing. He could feel the many-folded flesh, the warmth and oddly pneumatic resilience of her insides. But then he discovered something else-a hard thin protuberance. He discovered it because when he touched it his mother jerked as though electrocuted and moaned. "Did I hurt you?" he asked.
"No, you touched something. Something wonderful."
"What was it?"
"Do it again. Find it," she said desperately. "It's the thing that makes a woman excited. The little man in the boat."
He didn't know what she meant, but he touched it again and she squeezed his cock when he did and moaned once more. He had touched her clitoris and now that he knew where it was, he rubbed his finger back and forth over it, feeling it harden, feeling his mother's juices flow even more thickly. Her body began to writhe and she relinquished her hold on his cock. She moaned and moved from side to side.
"Oh my God, Val," she said finally, "you're making me come. Oh, I'm coming. Right now."
He was mystified, but elated. So he had done it. He had seen how to do it and what effect it had on a woman. He was very proud of himself. His finger was immersed in the fresh gushing that her orgasm had brought and he was beginning to understand the workings of love. He thought he was close to knowing what happened with a woman when she felt the same way a man did as he ejaculated. It was thrilling to know this thing.
His mother took him in her arms then and held him very tightly for several moments. "You're marvelous," she told him. "Now I want to do what I did a little bit last night. To make you very happy. Don't say anything. Just let me do it, okay ? "
"Okay," he husked, his heart racing. He wondered what it was that she was going to do.
Laura rose up in the bed and pulled down his pajama bottoms. She unbuttoned his tops and took them off until he was completely naked. She kicked the covers away from them and pulled off her shortie over her shoulders. Val felt a tug as he saw his mother nude and on her knees above him.
"Just lie on your back and let me do the rest," she said. Then she bent down and kissed his stomach. His cock flew up, rigidly pointing north. She moved her tongue down his belly, causing his short hairs to rise like stalks of wheat in a light wind. Seeing his mother doubled up and kissing him that way, he thought how young she looked. like a girl. Her skin was smooth and tight on her bones. Her hair hid her face, but he could feel her tongue moving lower and lower until it was laving him on the soft skin around his pubic area.
His very scalp tingled with the sensations her tongue was bringing him. Then her hand was clasping his cock, gently enclosing it in her palm. In a twinkling she moved her mouth away from his crotch and onto his cock's head. He thought he was going to shoot right then! He moaned and an electric sensation arched his back involuntarily. She had his cock in her mouth! He could scarcely believe it!
Laura licked and swabbed his penis head as though she were working at an ice cream cone. She licked around the mushroom flare of it as she had the other night when he was asleep. She ran her rough tongue up the slopes and underneath the umbrella, then back up to poke the slit mouth of it. She could feel her son's hips gyrating gently as her tongue did its perambulations.
"I love to do this to you," she said, catching her breath.
"Oh, God, it feels good," he choked.
"I knew you'd like me to do it again," she said. "Relax, now. Try not to come yet." And she was back onto him, taking his entire cock's head into her mouth and enveloping it in saliva. Her tongue moved out like a viper's, nicking along the dome of it. Her mouth was warm around it and he thought it was the most beautiful thing that had ever happened to him. He knew his mother must love him very much to do such a thing. It was the most beautiful thing he could think of that a woman could do to a man. And he knew he was a man, now. His mother had made him one and this made him very happy.
Soon she was swallowing almost the entire length of his cock. She was going up and down on it and when he looked down at his crotch he could see the swollen organ disappearing into her mouth. He could feel her teeth, like cushioned razor edges, barely touching the taut skin. It seemed to him as though she was swallowing all of it, that it was going down her throat, as indeed it was, every few strokes. He watched his mother in fascination as she swallowed his cock and made it warm and wet and wild with pulsations.
The taste of his pre-coital fluid seeping out from the peephole was lemony bitter, and it too excited her. She felt, in her deepest heart sense, that she was gaining back something of herself, something of her that was in her son. To love him like this was the most satisfying experience of her life. It was as though she now owned him fully, whereas before she only contributed to: his being. By loving him in this way, she felt that a circle had been completed, a life given was given back. It was strange to think of it in this way, but it was better than thinking of it in the terms of incest, which was as taboo as anything she knew.
Drawing his cock in and out of her mouth drove her to complete him. Her own pussy was pulsating with pleasure and while she ached to have him fill it with his swollen cock, she wanted to feel his come shoot into her mouth, to suck every drop of life from him if she could. She increased her rhythm, bobbing up and down on his crotch while his cock throbbed in and out of her sucking mouth. Val felt the change in his mother and could no longer hold back the sperm that had been threatening to break out of his seminal vesicles.
He could feel it coming up and he wanted to warn his mother, to shout at her to stop before his jism shot into her mouth. But he couldn't. It was too overwhelming for him to say a word. As she sucked and drew on him he just increased his own movements and soon he had his legs up, his knees locked on to her head.
She could feel it too. She knew she was going to bring her son to orgasm. She wanted to, very, very much. She nearly choked as she took his cock down into her throat even deeper. She moved like a trip hammer, faster and faster, until Val began fucking her with his body, driving his cock into her mouth and down her throat as though he were between her legs and deep inside her pussy. She took it all and she sucked so tightly that her teeth, no longer sheathed by her lips because of her passion, raked on his flesh like a fork. But Val didn't care and she was unaware of it. He was coming, his seed was shooting up the channels, and orgasm brought a shudder to him.
He was aware of jamming his cock deeper into her throat. She choked, but he didn't stop.
It was too delicious. Then the sperm shot out of his cock like an exploding milk carton. He thought his mother would immediately spit him out, but she only gripped his organ the harder. She took all he had and sucked the rest out bit by bit. Val was amazed. The head of his cock was tender and he winced when her tongue caressed it
But he was happy, and so was she. She looked up, finally, and her face was full of love for him. "Did you like that?" she said.
"I can't tell you how much," he husked.
"You were very sweet. I enjoyed doing that."
She brought her body up beside him, her hand played with his limp cock.
They were silent for several moments.
Val's mind spun with disconnected thoughts. He had thought that lovemaking was simple. But it wasn't. It was composed of many things and they could be described but barely. What more could there be? His mother had sucked him off and he had shot his cum into her mouth and down into her throat. What had she done with it? She had swallowed it. He mentally shook his head. That was the ultimate. He loved her very much for that. If he never loved her for anything else, he would love her for that. He didn't know what to say. He hardly knew what to think.
Laura was caught up in the mystery of her accomplishment as well. She hadn't thought, at first, that she would go that far. She had intended merely to make him excited, to show him how much she loved him and then take his cock inside her in the usual manner. But she had been overcome by a tenderness that she hadn't known she possessed and when she felt his own excitement, generated by her oral loving, she had decided to go ahead and love him all the way, take his sperm in her mouth and her body. And now, lying beside her son, whom she knew was happy, she was glad.
She couldn't know what he was thinking, but she knew, in her mind, that he was overcome by the experience. The fact that he didn't say anything told her that he was pleased, that his body was happy and singing like her heart.
So both of them basked in this singing for a while and felt each other's nearness and delighted in the night that was around them in the room where they had made love. Val was not tired and Laura was still unsatisfied completely, though happy. She still retained a longing in her loins that Val must assuage. He knew it, but by now, he also knew that he had to wait for his body to replenish itself, for his manhood's vessel to fill again with its seeds. And so they waited, content, both of them, their thoughts drifting lazy like clouds over a warm summer hill at dusk.
Laura continued to fondle her son's genitals, idly, as though she were keeping in contact with the source of his power. Val enjoyed this, too. His mother's hand sent shivers of delight over his skin even though he was not able to think of lovemaking just then. She danced her fingers over his limpness and every once in a while squeezed him with a tenderness that was like the beginning of fire.
It was not long before Val was ready again. His mother's manipulations had the desired effect. When she felt the stiffness beginning again, she gave his cock a healthy squeeze and leaned over and kissed him. The kiss, although not passionate at first, brought his erection up even more.
"My, it didn't take you long, did it, Val."
"No, I guess not."
"You're quite a boy. No, not boy. You're my little man, Val."
He didn't know what to say. But he felt very proud at that moment. His mother was smiling at him and her hand was on his manhood, rubbing up and down its turgid length. He felt every inch a man and was glad that she had recognized this and acknowledged it.
"Yes, Val, you're not a boy anymore. You're my little man. I need you. You're all I have." She was on the verge of tears, so Val kissed her. Her tongue darted into his mouth and he responded with his own.
Her hand was pulling on his cock and the juices were seeping out of the slit hole. He was just as excited as before when she had sucked him off.
"I want you, Val," she breathed when she broke the kiss. "I want you to put that big guy inside me."
He knew what she meant. Her words brought a tingle to him, and his cock jerked with the sensation. She gave him a squeeze and pulled him over on top of her. She spread her legs wide and he looked down at the patch that covered her cunt. He could see the flesh of her lips tauntingly peeking out through the hairs. The love slit was parted slightly, the pink of its inner flesh visible, inviting. He wanted to see it good up close before he put his meat inside.
His mother pulled on his cock to keep it hard. She rubbed the precoital fluid around the head of it to lubricate it for its entrance. She wanted him so badly her tummy ached. Her pussy pulsed like a breathing animal, waiting.
Val lowered himself, his shaft slightly curved, dipping to her slotted vagina. His mother reached out and gently guided his rammer right to the hole. He slid in her love tunnel easily and it closed around him with a damp warmth that shot thrills all through him.
"Did it feel good to you?" she asked.
"Oh, Mom, you know."
"Yes, I know. It felt good to me too, Val." She held him in her arms as he sunk his cock all the way into her. She could feel its hardness fill her, touching all the spots that felt good, that warmed her.
He drove on in, waited a moment as if to absorb all of the sensations that he felt, then picked up the beat. He socked his prick in and out of her sex cleft with an assurance that had just come to him. He went too fast at one point, however, and his cock slipped out of her tunnel and he became embarrassed. But his mother, who was excited at the way he had taken command, quickly reached out and grabbed his aimless missile and reinserted it in her slot.
After that, Val worked more slowly. He didn't want to be mortified again by such a sloppy mistake. He looked down at his mother's breasts. It was still incredible to him that he was actually fucking his own mother, but the feel of his cock inside her love tunnel was real enough. She reached out and grabbed his buttocks in her hands and pushed him even deeper, into her cunt. He drove deep and felt his mother react. Her back arched and she up-thrust her pussy so that his cock was sucked in even deeper than before.
Again, he picked up the rhythm. Faster and faster he fucked, tearing into his mother's cunt with a vengeance that startled them both. But he felt as though he wanted to be totally inside her, to be consumed by her, to become her flesh. His cock flashed in and out of her like an oiled piston, its gleaming wetness sleek, its swollen length jabbing her inflamed clitoris on every down stroke.
"Oh, my God," his mother moaned as orgasm skyrocketed through her womb. "Oh, God, don't stop, Val, don't stop," she cried, tossing her head from side to side in the madness of ecstasy.
Val kept it up, but he could feel the head of his cock become tender. The juices began to stir and foam up to race along the length of his organ. He fucked her faster and felt the juices start to shoot.
"Oh, I'm coming so good, Val, so damn good," his mother moaned.
And then his body became disconnected from his brain. His cock took over as the sperm shot up from his testes and splashed and spurted in the depths of her cunt. It was so good, so good, he kept saying to himself as his milk spurted inside his mother.
She held him very tightly, squeezing him with all her strength. She felt his cock spurting in her and there were tears in her eyes. "You've made me so happy, Val," she whispered.
"You've made me happy, too," he said, feeling his organ being pushed out of her now that its work was over.
"My little man," she said. "My fine little man."
CHAPTER FOUR
Val and his mother were full-fledged lovers now. Both of them accepted this after the heavy lovemaking they had just completed. The only problem that Laura foresaw was her daughter, Rena. She told Val that he would have to visit her only after Rena was asleep and that when they had loved each other all they could, he would have to return to his own room.
"We'll both have to be very careful," she said. "Rena wouldn't understand and it would hurt her deeply."
"I know," he said.
Now that this was understood, his mother held him in her arms for a long time while he played with her breasts. He didn't want to leave her and go back to his own room, but after a while she whispered to him.
"You'd better go now, lover. I have to get up early in the morning and I'm very tired."
"Me too," he said, but he hated to go. He kissed her on the lips and they very nearly became excited enough to make love again. But he kept himself in check and got up, put on his pajamas.
Laura gave a big sigh as soon as he had gone. The room seemed so empty without him. The bed seemed like a big lost land where only her body lay, full of him, yet without any of him except his lingering musk. She found herself wishing that Rena were not around to make them separate. She hated herself for thinking this way. It was almost as though she were wishing her own daughter were dead.
But it bothered her. Rena was the fly in the ointment, the factor that could blow up the love affair that she had with her son. No longer did she feel any guilt about seducing him. Now that they were lovers, she cherished it. She wanted nothing to come between them and she resolved that she would see to it that nothing did. It would be difficult, with Rena around, but, she told herself, it could be managed. She slept very fitfully that night, awakening often to reach out in the dark for Val. In her dreams she took him again and again, and it was all she could do not to tiptoe down to his room and awaken him for more sex.
Val felt like a pariah, having to leave his mother's room. That damned Rena. If it weren't for her being there he and his mother could sleep together all the time-all night. He didn't hate his sister but he wished she would stay at her girlfriend's house all the time. Now that he had learned what sex was really all about he was insatiable. He wanted to fuck his mother all the time, all night if he could. He knew there would be plenty of opportunity, but it was frustrating now to have to go back to his own bare room instead of staying where it was warm and sexy, where he could play with his mother's tits and her pussy, explore all of her body to his heart's content. Fuck Rena! She probably didn't even know how good and exciting sex was. She was so fucking dumb!
But Val didn't have trouble sleeping. Once he lay down, he found he was very tired. He thought a few moments about his mother in her room lying there naked, her cunt wet and filled with his seed and it excited him. But sleep came, nevertheless and he spent the night dreaming in weary slumber.
In the morning, Val dawdled so that Rena went off to school before he did. His mother didn't get up when they did, even though she was due to go to work that morning. But it was only a little after seven. Rena always liked to go to school early so she could stop by Linda's and shoot the shit. After she left, Val went to his mother's room and took off his clothes. He dressed so that Rena wouldn't get suspicious. His mother was still asleep, and he crawled in beside her, his cock already hardening. She had the shortie on but it was pulled way up to her waist and her pussy was a visible gash beneath the thin pubic hairs of her thatch.
The secrecy of his entrance into her once-forbidden room was wickedly thrilling to Val. He knew he should awaken her but he wanted to study her naked body without her knowing it. His eyes went over every delicious inch of her, from her toes, up her slender legs, lingering over her nest and sex-cleft, up her flat tummy to her navel, to her saucy breasts with their nipples flat and sleeping, to her veined neck and fine-featured face framed by dark sleep-tousled hair. To love her this way was exciting and his stomach tingled with the knowledge that he was alone with her. He hoped she wouldn't be angry with him for coming back into her room. His hard-on was almost complete and he pushed it close to her leg, scrooched over so that it was waving near her exposed cunt.
He wondered if he had the courage to mount her while she lay sleeping. He had a strong urge to climb over her and spread her legs gently and shove his cock into her before she was fully awake. But courage deserted him and instead he reached over and began to rub her slit gently with one finger. He parted the lips and looked at the pastel flesh, the loose skin that fell out from one side. He moved down and opened her slit wider and the pink showed, faintly moist, her hole beckoning to him. His cock throbbed as blood surged through it on impulses generated by the sight of her love tunnel.
His mother stirred briefly, but made no sound. Emboldened by her deep sleep, Val opened her cunt wider so that the hole was more exposed. She moved her legs wider apart unconsciously and he had a good view. Carefully, he got up and straddled her, his cock hanging close to the cavern entrance. His body shook as he lowered himself to couple with her. His rod touched the top of her slit and he slid it down the crack to the hole.
He moved his pecker, unable to slow its thrusting progress and it made contact with the flesh of her vagina. It was then that his mother awakened, her eyes fluttering open from their sleep-locked closure.
"Oh, Val," she said and extended her arms to him.
"I wanted you so much, Mother," he said guiltily.
"I'm glad," she said, and he slid on inside her.
Her mobile pussy tightened its grip on his organ. It brushed across her clitoris and sent a shudder through her body. Her juices rose up from dormancy and flooded her cavern, lubricating his shaft as it slid in and out of her. They were one now in their desire for each other. She held him tightly and his chest crushed her breasts beneath him. He was deep-stroking her, slowly as he had already learned to do and each pulse of his piston brought her exquisite delight.
"It's so good, Val, so good," she breathed.
He only grunted. His concentration was intense, both on what he was doing to his mother and on keeping himself from a premature orgasm. He was glad that he had come to her and glad that she had accepted his hunger. An early morning warmth coursed through his penis and throughout his entire body. He was aware of his swollen cock throbbing in and out of his mother's juicy pussy and delighted in every spasm that shook her, knowing that it was from this newfound organ of his that had such power, he was able to give so much pleasure to them both.
It seemed to Val that he had been experienced in sex for a long time, instead of only a couple of days. Was it instinct, he wondered. He still felt the newness of it, but he also knew that he was doing things right. He was generating pleasure for himself and for his mother. It seemed natural to him, as natural as anything he had ever done. He found, this time, that he could control himself a great deal better. He was no longer the impetuous youth wildly ejaculating at the merest touch of a woman, but a knowledgeable man, capable of stroking in measured rhythm, holding back the onrush of orgasm and thereby driving his mother to heights of ecstasy.
It was this fact that gave him the most pleasure. He could tell by looking at her face and watching her writhing body beneath him that he was performing some kind of wild miracle with his cock. Every time he slammed it home, her body would buckle as though he had touched a fire-hot poker to her flesh, her innards. And when he would pull his cock out slow, drawing it smoothly across her clitoris, she would gasp with the full pleasure of it.
Her remarks bore out the fact. Her moans and tiny wheezes, her gurgles, her half sobs, all of these served to make him exult in his manhood, his sureness of his role as the dominant lover. Laura, it was true, needed this, more than he knew. She was a subservient woman, delighting in her sex and, in the case of Val's father, was attracted to the brutality of sex. Val was not yet at this point, but he satisfied his mother, made her buck and throb with his organ's steady driving. As his cock slid in and out of her she was brought time and again to the brink of madness, shaken and lifted by repeated orgasms. These were now recognizable by Val and he looked for them. In this way he learned the technique of sexual coupling. He watched her and he studied which strokes were best and what rhythm made his mother respond most. He watched and he learned. At the same time, he derived a gratification that he had never known before.
Laura was most pleased with her son. But it went beyond simple pleasure, into the very fibers of her being. Val had done more than replace her errant husband. He had become something that she had never had before, something complete in itself. Complete and completing. With Red, she now knew, she had only part of life, and not a very satisfactory part at that. With Val, now, she had reached a level of pleasure and love that erased all previous sexual experience. She couldn't define the specifics of this feeling, but her body and mind reflected the absolute change. With Red she had been a vessel, an object. Now, Val was the center of her, something she revolved around.
He was the atomic nucleus and she was the electron, sparked by him, charged by him and completely dependent on him.
She didn't particularly want Val to know this yet, but her heart raced with the knowledge that she had him and that her life was changed. Any thoughts that she had before about whether or not she should do such things with her own son were eradicated by the pleasure he gave her. He had replaced something missing in her life, with a suddenness that bewildered her. But she couldn't deny that he had found a niche in her own dreams. Now, as she lay beneath him, she felt complete. Looking up at him, as he drove his cock into her with measured sureness, she had to watch herself lest she faint with the joy of it. She could see his concentration and she could feel that swollen cock of his sliding across her inflamed clit, electrifying her womb each time it slid through the love channel.
If only he knew, she said to herself. If only he knew what he feels like inside me! She had lost track of the orgasms. The big ones were visible, but Val's cock had brought on so many tiny spasms that they were uncountable. When she bent her head up, she could look down at her body and see his cock sliding in and out of her pussy, slick as though it were polished and varnished to a high sheen. Seeing it and feeling it at the same time were twin pleasures that made her juices flood her tunnel again and again.
She wanted to cry out to her son what he was doing to her inside. She wanted to shriek how his cock was causing skyrockets to burst inside her, dams to break, torrents of fire to run. She wanted to crawl inside his body so she could know how he felt. But she didn't need to. She could see that he had assumed the masterly role in the relationship. He was no longer the innocent being seduced, but was now the lover, taking her in her own bedroom, knifing her womb with his proud and swollen sword. This was what thrilled her, that Val had taken charge, that she didn't have to spend lonely nights sobbing while her husband, drunk and oblivious to her wants, was snoring in his stupor. Val would take care of her she knew, from now on.
As Val neared the point of copulation where he knew he could no longer hold back his own orgasm, he lay flat on top of his mother. He put his arms around her and held her, kissed her on the lips.
"Are you coming?" she whispered.
"Yes, I think so," he said, and began fucking her faster. His cock made a sucking sound as it came nearly out of her. But he held the coupling and his rhythm increased. His mother held onto him more tightly, returned his passionate kisses.
Then he could feel it coming, could feel the sap rise up in his stalk, the sperm gather force in his genitals and like racing steam flood through his turgid prick. He jammed his cock into his mother all the way as he felt orgasm overtake him, held it as far up in her as he could, the milky seed shot out of his cannon and splashed in all directions, spurting like a tiny fountain way up inside her.
His mother managed to come just a split second after he did and the sensation almost caused her to pass out with the extreme ecstasy of it. Her fingernails raked his back and her body tingled as the tremors passed through her flesh. r
"Oh, Val, that was the best ... the best ever...."
He felt a twinge of jealousy. Then elation. That meant that he was better than his father. He didn't want to bring it up, but he was glad that she felt that way. Only he didn't want to think of his father. Especially he didn't want to think of his father doing this thing to his mother. He wanted to be the only one ... ever. Of course he knew that this was impossible or else he wouldn't have been born. But he was, he knew, terribly jealous of his father because of this. "Thank you, Mother," he said. "Thank you again. It was-the best thing that ever happened to me."
"Me too," she said. She wanted to hold him in her arms forever. But she glanced over at the clock on the dresser and saw what time it was. She gave him a final squeeze, then, as his limp pecker fell out of her, she crawled from beneath him. "I must get ready, hon," she said. "I start work today, you know."
He was disappointed, but he knew she was right. He sulked for only a moment, then brightened as he watched his mother walk across the room.
"You want to take a shower with me?" she invited.
He beamed. "Sure," he said. He bounded out of bed and they went into the bathroom together. His mother turned on the shower, and they went in together. Val was elated to have this further intimacy with his mother. She took a washcloth and soaped it good.
"I'll wash you and you wash me," she said. Then a thought struck her and she almost collapsed. "My God, what about Rena?" she said, shocked.
"Rena left. Don't worry, she thinks I went too."
"Oh, thank goodness." Then she laughed and grabbed her son's organ in the washcloth, leaving it soapsudded.
Val laughed too. "That tickles," he said.
They had a ball together in the shower. She washed him all over, languishing affection on him, kissing him when he wasn't looking. He thrilled as he brought the washcloth between his mother's legs. The soap on her pubic hairs excited him, too. It looked like frothy sperm and it made him want her all over again. They traded the washcloth back and forth, delighting in washing each other's private parts more than the rest of those parts that needed washing. When he did his mother's back, he enjoyed that too. It was so smooth and wide, with good bones showing in the shoulders. Her rounded ass, when it was wet, looked sexually inviting.
It was inevitable that they both would be aroused again. After fifteen minutes of cavorting in the warm water and the soap suds, both of them were eager for each other again. Val demonstrated his own feelings by waving his half-hard cock around like a flag. He giggled and did an impromptu frug that made his pecker sway like a dismasted bowsprit.
With the water coming down on them, Laura suddenly went to her knees and took Val's cock in her mouth.
"Jesus," he exclaimed, caught by surprise.
She held his not fully hard cock in her hand and sucked on it. The wetness of it excited her and she felt her own juices start to flow again inside her. She stood up after a minute and held on to his cock, which by now was hard and slick, ready for ramming.
"Put your finger in me, Val," she husked, her excitement almost uncontrollable.
He put his hand on her wet pussy and extended his finger. He slipped it inside and his pecker jumped in her hand.
There was something superbly thrilling about finger-fucking his mother in this way. He pushed his finger in and out of her cunt slowly, feeling the flesh respond to his probing. Her wet pubic hairs excited him as did her slick body with the shower water still drenching it. Her hand on his swelling cock made him fully renewed as though he had not taken her just moments before, but was starting fresh.
"I want you to put it in me, here," his mother said.
"Here? Standing up?" Val couldn't believe that it could be done.
"Yes. You can do it. Hunch down and come up to me."
She released his cock and partially squatted, her legs wide. Val looked at her dripping pussy. Water made it look like a Van Dyke beard at its lowest point. He came at her, his wand waving from side to side as he moved up. He was more excited now than he had ever been. He wasn't sure that this would work. He didn't know, then, how he was going to get his cock up inside her. It just didn't seem at all possible.
He hunched down so that his cock was lower than her vagina. His mother still stood in the splashing water like a Hindu deity, legs wide, toes out. Her sex cleft was open to receive him. He stood up a little and his mother took him in her arms. Then she reached down with one hand and helped him insert his penis into her. Val thought he would ejaculate right then and there, because he could feel his wet cock going into her.
"Now," she said, and Val began to push upward. He was delighted that his cock went in almost all the way.
Slowly he began to hump his mother while standing up. He liked the feel of her wet breasts jiggling as he fucked her. He felt them and his mother ground down on his up-thrusting cock. He fucked her slowly because he was not fully confident of this new position and she cooperated with him by coming down with her pussy as he came up so that their coupling was highly satisfying to both of them.
Val became even more excited, coupling with his mother in this way. The sight of her wet body right there and the feel of his swollen rod up inside her made him feel like some primitive animal who had discovered a bathing water nymph. What this form of sex lacked in intimacy, it more than made up for in excitement. Her wet skin gave him an intense joy, the water still running on both of them seemed to heighten the effect of the sex act.
"You can't imagine how this feels," his mother said.
"It feels good to me," he told her. "I know."
She found that she could make his cock move inside her by coming down as he was coming up. She could make it touch the places that gave her the most pleasure. By keeping it high, it rubbed against her clitoris and made her love tunnel gush with new freshets. When he held his head at the entrance to her pussy, it tantalized her and she could come down on it, sending his cock straight up to her clit where an immediate shock of electricity tingled through her body. His enforced slowness, in fact, was a further source of pleasure to her.
Val found that the running water helped to make him last. As he pulled his cock down and out of her, it would get wet and help him stay the orgasm that threatened to waste him before he had gone for very lung. The very awkwardness of their positions further served to hold him back, but did not lessen the gratification he felt in fucking his mother in this unique and exciting way.
But he could not control the gradually increasing tempo of their lovemaking. His mother was extremely excited and he could feel her love cave filling up with gushing juices. He now longed to slam his cock all the way up to her womb as far as he could. He wanted her to jump up and impale herself on his peg. He wanted to throw her on the floor of the shower and fuck her until she screamed with pleasure. Of course, the shower was not big enough for this tactic, but the thought was there nevertheless, and it grew with each stroke of his manly torpedo.
He could no longer stand it. The slowness was becoming too much for him. In an impetuous moment, he forced his mother out from under the cascading shower and into the corner away from the water. The shower still fell partially on his own back, but he was nearly oblivious to it. In the corner, he managed to get her up solid so that he could thrust and ram with more force. Her pursy seemed to delight in this new angle of attack.
His mother crouched slightly and pooched out her cunt so that the upward curve of his cock gave them both a good connection. He was aware that he was exerting pressure on her shoulders to hold her up against the two sides of the shower stall. It was animal and exhilarating. He began to fuck her very fast, his member smashing smoothly in and out of her cleft cunt. He could feel her shudder with every stroke. Her mouth fell open slack and her breath came in hard gasps. "Val, that's so good," she managed to breathe.
Her words exhorted him to a fuller frenzy and he pounded into her. His thighs slapped against hers with resounding smacks. He felt as though he could push farther up inside her than he had ever been before. Faster and faster he fucked, until her orgasms were coming with such a rapidity that she had no time to recover. He could not last long as he felt the now familiar tingling in the head of his hammer. He reached down and grabbed her buttocks with both hands and pulled them toward his humping cock.
He drove hard and fast and felt his mother pliable in his grasp. He drove until his sperm stormed up the thin pipe and burst milky from its flesh vessel. He grew giddy with the awesome sensation that his coming brought. His head was light and his breath all but gone. He pumped a few more times as his sperm spurted more weakly. Finally, it was over and he was drained. He relaxed his hold on her buttocks and stepped back, his organ falling out, a dangling dying thing.
But pleasure still suffused his body. His mother stood up then and took him in her arms. He relaxed in her embrace. She held him for several seconds, drenched with an overwhelming love for him. She kissed him on the forehead and then the lips, her body touching his, wet and satisfied.
"That was the best yet, Val."
"To me, too," he said.
"You were just spectacular. What a man. And how you make love."
Suddenly he felt that letdown that comes to a man after he has come to orgasm and finished his fertilization. He was anxious to clean up and get dressed. Sensing this, his mother released him from her embrace and stepped under the shower.
"We'd better get a move on," she said. "We'll both be late."
He nodded and gave her a filial kiss on the cheek. He stepped out of the shower first and found his father's towel still hanging in its spot. She followed and took her towel off the rack and smiled at him. It was right that he used his father's towel. She belonged to her son now and he had taken his father's place fully. She was proud of her accomplishment and her body still felt his cock inside, although it was not there.
Val watched his mother dry off and thought how beautiful she looked. It made him swell with pride to think of his seed up inside her. He felt tall and strong. Only moments ago he had held her up against the wall and given her the best of himself. It was a heady feeling and he was walking on light air as he left her to put on his clothes. His heart had still not returned to normal. He was afraid to watch her dress because he knew that he could get excited again. He knew that he would want her and he was tired.
He kissed her goodbye instead, and left for school. Outside he wondered if the neighbors could see him and if they did if they could guess what he and his mother had been doing. He walked very fast and left those thoughts behind. He didn't want to feel bad about what he had done, because it had been so good. He wanted to shout out loud how good he felt.
But he knew, above all, that he must keep this a secret ... from everyone. And even that made him feel good.
It was such a damned good secret.
CHAPTER FIVE
The days hurried by like landscapes seen from a moving train, but they seemed interminable to Val. He couldn't stand to be away from his mother all day long and he had difficulty in concentrating on his school work. More than once he would catch himself daydreaming about her and wishing that he were with her. For the first several days, Val's insatiability was not a hardship on either him or his mother. But as the days wore on, it was soon apparent to Laura that her son wanted her night and day. She was eager at first, and looked forward to having him slip into her bedroom after Rena had gone to school in order to make love to her. They had fun making love to each other in the shower, on the bed in her room and once in his own bed when she had stolen in during the middle of the night. Laura thought that the newness would wear off and that he would go back to being a normal boy at her beck and call whenever she needed him to satisfy her desires. But this was not the case. More and more, it was she who was at his beck and call, as she began to realize. One morning, tired and stiff from overtime at the bindery, she had tried to put Val off until the evening, but he would have none of it. He insisted so strongly that she had to spread her legs for him even though her heart wasn't in it at first.
Val seemed to sense that his mother's initial enthusiasm had rubbed off slightly, while his own seemed to soar out of control. At school he couldn't keep his eyes off the girls. A miniskirt rattled his mind into sharp fantasy. He could see himself lifting up the skirt and inserting his penis in the bushy hole. Everywhere he turned there seemed to be girls who looked ready to fuck, tantalizing him, ready for him. That they weren't as eager as he, only drove him deeper into wishful thinking.
He remarked to a friend how fantastic it was at recess. "Sixteen hundred cunt on the hoof, man," he said, shaking his head. His friend only laughed, not getting the deeper point to it. Val had an almost perpetual hard-on at school. The distractions were many, for there were a lot of girls at school and there wasn't a one he wouldn't have liked to ball. The trouble was that he really didn't know how to go about it. Here he was, experienced at sex and eager for it, but he didn't have; the least idea of how to approach a chick and make the proposition Not without a hell of a lot of trouble.
So Val sat at school and thought about his mother. And when he wasn't thinking about her, he was thinking about the chick two rows away whose panties were showing under her tight mini. Or, as time wore on, he began to think about his sister, Rena.
Well, why not, he thought. Rena was accessible at least. She was sexy. Gradually, Rena began to take on more and more importance in his mind. Because she was accessible ... and wasn't. But his interest in his sister grew out of all proportion. He was sure that she wasn't aware that she gave him an erection almost all the times that he was near her. He carefully concealed his growing desire from his mother, but he began to find excuses to go to her room when she was dressing, or when he thought she was. He would cough and come into the bathroom when she was showering just to get a glimpse of her nudity.
One night, he stole outside and looked in her window when he knew she was getting ready for bed. There was a tiny crack in her curtain so that he could get a glimpse of her as she took off her clothes. He was surprised at what he saw. His sister had a beautiful body and, as he noticed, she knew she did. This night, he watched her slowly take off her sweater and skirt on the edge of the bed, her shoes and socks, then finally her bra and panties. His erection filled his crotch, stretching his Levi's.
To his surprise, Rena didn't get into her pajamas right away. But instead, she paraded about the room, fluffing her tits and prancing before the mirror. She assumed several "model's" poses and strutted back and forth between the bed and the dresser. Watching her, without her being aware of his scrutiny, gave Val a heady pleasurable sensation. He was breathing hard and his erection was straining at its confinement in his pants. Looking around him, to be sure that he, himself, wasn't being watched, he unbuttoned his Levi's.
Reaching inside his pants, he worked his rigid cock out of his shorts and through his fly. Rena was still promenading about her bedroom, lights full on, oblivious to his lustful stares. He worked his hand up and down the length of his organ as he watched his sister. He could picture himself putting his swollen prick between her legs, penetrating that dark nest there, and bringing her to a delightful climax. He saw her lying on the bed, her legs spread, her sex cleft slightly open. He saw his cock push past her lips and into the steaming channel there to hotly throb in a back and forth motion.
His hand on his cock matched the feeling that his mind-pictures gave him. He wanted, just then, to stop and go into her room and rape her. He wanted to force her to submit to him while he fucked her as he never fucked before. Images of his mother flashed in a series of intercuts with his sister. He felt the sap rise in his testicles and jacked his hand faster until he felt the surge of his seed up the tube. Breathless, he reached his climax, and, shuddering with the ecstasy of it, closed his eyes as the sperm shot out onto the wall. He wiped himself off while he continued to watch his sister, and then put his limp organ back in his pants. He buttoned up and tiptoed back around the house, half satisfied, but yet wishing that it had been the real thing. He knew one thing for sure. He wanted Rena and he was going to try every way he could to fuck her. The thought of his cock between those juicy lips of hers almost made the swelling begin again before he reached the privacy of his own bedroom.
He knew his mother was asleep and after having masturbated he wanted to be alone. He went to sleep thinking of Rena, cursing himself for not having the courage to slip into her room and fuck her before she could resist. But he knew that this kind of impulsive action would only result in his not ever having her. And that was something he was going to be very careful about.
Val's opportunity with Rena came sooner than he expected. Laura had to work at the bindery the following Saturday and Val was alone in the house with his sister. The best part of it was that Rena had been out late the night before and was sleeping late. Val lay in bed and heard his mother get ready to go to work. Before she left, she came in and kissed him and said she would see him that evening. She gave the indication that she wanted him that night, which set his blood to churning.
"I'll be gone all day, Val," she said. "But tonight, I hope we can see each other to make up for it. Do you want to?"
"Yes, I do," he said.
"Mmmmm. Well, have a good day. See you when I get home. Don't wake Rena. Let her sleep. You go back to sleep, too, if you want to."
"Okay. Maybe I will," he told her, knowing that he wouldn't.
He waited a long time after she left before he got up and tiptoed to Rena's room. Slowly, he opened her door and saw that she was sleeping. He could feel his heart step up its beating as he tiptoed away to think. His pulse seemed to leap up into his throat and it interfered with his breathing.
Rena was curled up into a fetal position and the covers were just up past her knees. She wore a pair of light blue pajamas that were nearly transparent. He could see her young breasts floating under the blouse and her skin here and there where it pressed up close to the nylon fabric. She was lying with her face toward him but her knees were bunched up so that he couldn't see her pubic area. Her hips curved gently, though, flaring out like a woman's. He thought of last night when he had looked upon her nakedness and his pajamas grew taut at the crotch where his manhood began to swell.
He was frightened. He was afraid of what would happen if he tried to do something with his sister and she rejected him. He was afraid of that, too, he knew. But he couldn't explain this overwhelming longing he had for Rena, except that since discovering how good sex was he wanted to try it with other girls and especially with his sister. Standing there, he could just feel how good it would be. He was certain that Rena would like it, once she discovered what he had. But that was the problem: how to get her to begin, to show her what it was like before she got uptight and slapped him or something.
He weighed the possibility of going into her room and beginning to fondle her. Perhaps his hands on her breasts would excite her enough to make her want him. Or his hand between her legs, playing with her cunt, opening it and putting his finger quietly inside, touching the clitoris. That, he was sure, would excite her. But no, these things were just fantasy, after all. When he rationalized, he could see her raising up, angry, calling him all kinds of names and worst of all, telling their mother! His heart thumped at the thought of this last and frightful possibility. That would blow it for sure!
So Val didn't make any move at all toward his sister. He let her sleep, hoping that an opportunity would present itself to him sometime that day or the next. Sometime. His mouth was dry thinking of her. Thinking of that virginal body of hers just waiting for him to open it up with his pry. Man, how he wanted her!
But he couldn't get Rena out of his mind. He lay on top of his bed, thinking of all the possible approaches he might use on his sister. Reasoning with her was out. So also was raping her outright. No, he finally decided. He must go about it gradually. Find out how much, somehow, she already knew about sex. Let her know that he was not without experience. Talk about it in general terms. That was it. Draw her out. Get her to think in terms of sex, as he did. Then, when he was sure that she was sufficiently primed, find a way to have her before she could protest. Get his cock into her before she had time to turn him down. Once it was there ... well, he was sure that she would like it as much as he did. More, even.
Although the specifics of what he planned to do to seduce his sister were still vague, at least he had some sort of an approach. He felt better. He dressed, then, and read a book while waiting for his sister to get out of bed. When she finally did, he was glad to see that she hadn't put on her blue jeans but was wearing a miniskirt and blouse. It made it a lot easier to mess around. He thought she looked very pretty and he wondered why she hadn't gotten into sloppy clothes. Her honey red hair was tied back cutely with an orange band that matched her long socks. She wore a chocolate mini and a tan-striped blouse.
"How come you're so dressed up?" he asked as they were eating their cereal.
"Oh, I thought I'd go over to Linda's. Her mother might take us shopping."
"When you going?"
"After while."
"Well, you look nice," he said lamely.
Rena was pleased and more than a little surprised. After all her little brother was not renowned for his compliments. She thought he had looked differently lately. Not in appearance, but in the way he acted. He seemed to her more mature, older, maybe. More sure of himself. She gave an inward sigh. Maybe he was growing up. It could be, she thought, that their father's leaving them had had something to do with it. Maybe that had made Val grow up a little. Well, whatever, she liked the change in him. She liked the compliment he paid her. She couldn't help primping a little for him ... even if he was only her brother.
Val was pleased with himself. The compliment hadn't hurt him and he knew it had had a visible effect on Rena. She was almost preening herself before him. They finished their cereal and she swooped over to take the dishes from his place. He smiled at her and she winked at him.
"I'll wash them," she said. "Want to help."
"Sure. For a doll like you, sure." Rena grinned.
Hell, this was easy, he thought. He wiped off the table while she got the pans out to wash the dishes. When she bent over to get them from under the sink he could see a flash of panties. It was enough to bring back the sensuous thoughts about his sister. There was something about the miniskirt. From the side, looking down at her, her legs seemed enhanced by the short skirt. The bareness was accentuated by the long socks. He thought of that little pussy of hers up between her legs. So near and yet so far.
They chatted amiably as they did the dishes. "How d'ya think Mom's making it since Dad left?" she asked her brother. "Okay, I guess."
"I think she's kind of glad to get rid of him, don't you?"
"Yeah, maybe. He wasn't too good to her."
"You can say that again. And that hussy he took up with. I mean, that was a low blow, man."
"Yeah," Val said, "not too cool."
"Pretty shabby, you mean."
"Yeah, the shabbiest." He wondered what Rena would say if she knew he had replaced his father in his mother's bed. Man, that would tear her up!
"Well," Rena sighed, "I just hope he never bothers her again. I don't miss him at all."
"Me, neither," he agreed. And, he didn't. He knew he should have felt some kind of remorse over his father's desertion of them, but he didn't. He wondered if it was because he was now jealous of his father. Jealous to the point of hatred. No, he decided, he never wanted his father to return. It would spoil everything.
"I don't think he'll come back," Val said.
"It's sad. I think Mom's the one who's really suffering. I'm not, that's for sure."
"She'll get over him. After what he did."
"Yeah, I think you're right, Val."
They finished the dishes and Rena put them away after Val dried them. Then she wiped up the sink and they smiled at each other.
"Thanks," she said.
"Hey, no problem. You'll make some man a good wife," he said.
Rena blushed. "I hope I get a good one," she said.
"You will. You're a groovy chick."
That was the second time he'd complimented her that morning. My, there was a change in Val. She was almost embarrassed and didn't know what to say.
This time Val winked at her. He hoped it looked casual.
They went into the living room and sat down. Val got a magazine out of the rack and began to leaf through it. Rena opened the morning paper and read the headlines on the front page of the Courier.
"It seems strange to be here alone without Mom," she said, after a while.
"Yeah. Just the two of us."
It was quiet in the room. They laughed at that. After a while Rena got up and went to her bedroom to make the bed. Val watched her go, waited a few minutes, then followed her.
He went into her room as she was putting the finishing touches to her bed. "Will you make mine, too?" he asked.
"Lazy," she teased. "Make your own bed."
"I could. But you make it so much better."
Rena took this as another compliment. How could she refuse? "Okay. If you put it that way," she said. Val grinned.
He followed her into his room. She began to make his bed and, as she reached over it, one leg up in the air, he could see the twin hemisphere of her buttocks underneath pink panties. He fancied that he could see part of her pussy's lips, but maybe it was only where the panties bunched up at the crotch. It made no difference. He saw what he wanted to see.
"Hey," he said, "wanna wrassle?" And he tumbled his sister onto his bed, overpowering her, but not hurting her.
"You fink," she said, caught by surprise. "What's the matter with you?"
"Nothing," he laughed. "I just feel like wrassling." He grabbed her arms and she started to push and pull. It was a wrestling match, no more, as they tugged at each other, but Val had a serious purpose in mind.
"You're messing me up, Val," Rena shrieked. "Defend yourself," he said, beginning to pant. "Cut it out!"
But he didn't stop. He rolled over on top of her and looked down into her eyes, his breath coming hard. His body was not touching hers, but they both knew the position he was in. Her skirt had been flung up to her waist so that her bare panties showed. Val glanced down at them, his cock beginning to thicken with the blood surge. Quickly, he glanced away and continued his false tussle.
"Let me up, Val."
"Who's stopping you?"
"You are, you clod."
And he was. He had her arms pinned to the bed. Her face showed the strain of her struggle. "You're pretty when you're mad," he husked.
"Damn right I'm mad. Come on, Val, cut out the crap and let me up."
"Don't talk naughty," he teased.
She twisted from side to side, trying to free herself from his pinning grip. But it was no use. Val was grinning at her, taunting her with his own strength.
"You going to let me up?" she asked.
"In a while. Come on, you can fight better than this." He was enjoying himself. His crotch was rock hard as though it held a steel ball in its sling. As his sister twisted under him, he dropped his crotch until it was on hers. She couldn't help but feel the hard bulge that rested on her pubes.
This was the first indication that Rena had that her brother wasn't just "messing around." She was startled but didn't want to call attention to it. It surprised her to feel that ball of hardness just touching her sex. She squirmed to get away from the insistent pressure of it, but Val kept his knob just touching her. It was maddening to Rena. She tried to forget it was there. Maybe it was something else. Maybe it was just something in his pocket. A knife perhaps. A lead weight. Anything, but what it really was.
"Val, that's enough," she said. "I want up. I thought you wanted me to make your bed."
"I did, but a little exercise is good too. Come on, you're hardly putting up any fight."
She pushed mightily, trying to throw him off, but he was too strong and too heavy for her. She was getting out of breath and there was still that hard thing touching her crotch. Rubbing against it. Pressing on its softness. She didn't want to think about it. Maybe Val didn't know about it. She knew about boys. She knew what happened to their penises when they got excited. She was sure that was what was happening to her brother. But it shouldn't, should it? I mean, after all, she was his sister. It shouldn't happen with her. But it was, she knew. She could feel its length every once in a while. Val was pressing her more and lying more heavily on top of her. She could feel its rigidity along her thigh. She thought she could feel the head of it at her lips, almost prying them open. She got scared thinking of what could happen.
"Damn you," she cursed. "Now cut it out, Val. Enough is enough!"
He knew she meant it now, but he didn't want to stop. It was too nice rubbing his hard cock against her panties. He knew that she could feel it and feel it good. But he didn't want to press his luck too far. So, the next time she gave a push, he let himself be overcome. He tumbled on his side and let her get free. "Okay, Rena. You win."
She got up and smoothed herself. Her hair was tangled and she was panting for breath. She looked cute, he thought. His erection began to subside as he caught his own breath.
Rena gave him a funny look and pressed her lips together. "Make your own damn bed," she said, and flounced out of the room, followed by Val's hearty laughter.
He gave a big sigh when she had gone. Well, he had messed around with her and knew that she couldn't have missed feeling his cock rubbing up against her pussy. That was something. It was exciting just thinking about it. He had been so close. Right there. If he had wanted to, he told himself, he could have taken her panties down and put his prick in with no trouble. He knew now that he was stronger than Rena. He was satisfied that he could have taken her and gotten his rocks off.
She probably would have liked it too, he thought. He wondered what she was thinking about. He wondered what she thought about that hard cock of his rubbing right on her little pussy. She was probably hot, he decided. Hotter'n hell. Well, dammit, his time would come. He would fuck his sister. He knew that now. He knew it for sure.
Rena could hardly think straight. The "wrestling match" with Val had left her breathless and uncertain. It was only fun, she told herself, but she couldn't shake the feeling that it had been something more, too. Something that she couldn't put her finger on. Val was growing up fast, that was for sure. There was no mistaking the fact that he had been excited when he was on top of her. Or else why would his "thing" have gotten that way?
But what about herself, she wondered. She felt funny "down there." A vague feeling of dissatisfaction came over her now that she had gone out of Val's room and back to her own to straighten up. It was as if something had been started and would have to be finished later on. But what? No, the idea was just ridiculous. Val wasn't that way. And neither was she. Still, she couldn't shake off the subtle threads of feelings that had come over her when he was on top of her. That hardness right at the portals of her sex had been so obvious, so commanding.
She wondered what would have happened if they had kept on. She admitted to having had a certain excitement when she had realized what that hard thing was that she felt. Some deep things inside her, sleeping there, had been stirred up, awakened. Some unrealized yearnings had begun to rise inside her like smoke, curling upward, thick at first, only to be thinned out and wafted away in the air when she had broken free.
It was strange. Something had happened and yet nothing had happened. She didn't like to feel this way. She didn't like not knowing something that she felt she ought to know. But what was it? She shrugged as she combed her hair out from its tangles. It was nothing, after all. Nothing happened, she said firmly to herself, and nothing could happen. It was silly to go on thinking about a nothing. She had had erotic thoughts before, but never ever was her brother in any way, shape, or form connected with them. No, not ever. Damn him, anyway. He shouldn't mess around like that. It wasn't a bit funny.
She finished combing her hair and checked herself in the mirror. She guessed that she would go over to Linda's before something else happened. Something worse. She decided she would have to be careful of Val from now on. Especially if they were alone too much. No, that was a dumb way to think. It was just messing around. But she had felt his excitement. He had been aroused. And what about herself?
Rena looked at herself in the mirror for a long moment. Yes, what about herself? She reached down to her crotch and felt her panties. Her heart gave a solid thump at her temples. There was just the dampest of spots there on her panties.
CHAPTER SIX
Val became bolder toward his sister as the days fled by in their rush to become summer. Although he still enjoyed a complete sex life with his mother, her working hours left him alone a great deal of the time. Much of this time he was alone with Rena. He detected a slight wariness in her on these occasions, but gradually lessened because he did not repeat his horseplay of that one Saturday. Instead, he was extra polite to her, extra complimentary. In this way, he managed to break down a lot of the resistance in her that had begun to build up over that one day.
But he teased her verbally whenever they were alone. He began to make cracks about her breasts, and kidded her about wearing falsies. This was always successful in Val's mind because she would invariably retort. These retorts gave him sexual information that fed his mind even more with erotic thoughts about his sister. She would deny that she wore falsies, blush, and he would let it drop, having found out what he wanted to know and at the same time let her know that he was aware of her femininity. Of course he didn't rationalize what he was doing in just this way, but that's the way it worked on him.
He began being more free with his person when he was around her and his mother was not home. He would run around the house in just his jockey shorts. He would walk in on his sister at inopportune moments; when she was partially dressed, or in the bathroom. She never locked the door, even after he had come in one time when she was on the pot and another when she was drying after a shower. He would say, "Excuse me," and sheepishly back out, but not before his eager eyes had taken in all of her that he could.
All of these encounters, and more, served to whet Val's appetite for Rena. Sometimes, when he was making love to his mother, he even wished that it were his sister, instead. But his mother continued to satisfy his sexual craving, even though, more and more, lately, she was too tired to have sex with him in the evenings. It was at these times that his desire for his sister became almost too crucial to stand. When he'd be alone with his sister, his freshness increased in direct proportion to the amount of sex he'd had the night before or the lack of it.
On a school holiday, a teachers' conference, he and Rena were alone again, their mother off to work at the bindery. The night before, Val had gone to his mother's room and she had been too sleepy to make love. He had gone back to his own room, frustrated and angry. Rena had been out with friends and came home shortly after that. He heard her puttering around in her room, preparing for bed. Thoughts of her nakedness had become strong enough to get him out of bed. She had left her door partway open and from the darkness of the hall he could see her undressing. He stood there, watching her flit here and there stark naked, and it was all he could do not to leap into her room and ball her by force. But he held back and went to bed, frustrated for the second time in the same evening. The holiday the next morning found him in a testy mood and after his mother went to work, he, still in his pajamas, went into Rena's room where she was yet asleep.
It was a warm morning and Rena had kicked off all her covers. The buttons on her pajama tops were all unfastened except for the center one. Her creamy white breasts peeked out from the nylon fabric as she lay on her back, her legs out straight. Val tiptoed near her bed and tried to control his breathing. He looked down at her, his heart beating out of control, and could see the dark thatch between her legs. His organ rose in his pajamas and, stiffened, poked its head out at the top of the fly.
Val didn't know what to do next. For the moment he was satisfied just to stand there and entertain erotic thoughts about Rena. His eyes swept over her body. They were able to see most of her in the position she lay in and the way the nylon pajamas clung to her skin. He moved closer, wanting to touch one of her breasts, start something. He summoned up his courage, gulped for air, and reached out his hand.
Rena stirred in her sleep and Val pulled back his hand as though he had touched a hot stove. A second later he was angry with himself for weakening. Don't be a chicken, he told himself. But he was afraid she'd wake up before he had done anything and he would look pretty stupid just standing there over her with a hard on. He didn't want that. He mustn't look dumb to her, no matter what. He reached out his hand, then realized that he would have to lean over too far to reach her breast, an awkward position. So, because she was in the middle of the bed, he sat quietly on the edge of it.
To his surprise, Rena didn't wake up when his weight sagged the bed where he sat down. He told himself that if she woke up he would pretend that he had just come in to awaken her. His back was toward her in a three-quarter view and she wouldn't be able to see his lap where his cock was standing stiff and at an angle like an aimed Nike missile. When he had control of his breathing, he reached once more for her breast.
His hand touched it lightly and his penis shot to attention from the surge of delight the contact gave him. He cupped his hand and enclosed the whole breast in it. He wanted to kiss it, put the nipple in his mouth and suck it to a hardness. But he knew that this act was a long way off. He hoped that Rena would feel his hand on her breast and then pretend she was asleep and let him continue. He watched her face to be sure that he wouldn't miss any change in her expression. He stroked her breast, then, with two fingers, rubbed over the dormant nipples. It was when he took the nipple between his thumb and index finger that she woke up.
Her eyes opened first. They fluttered and blinked. Val's hand pulled away from her breast. Rena looked at him, puzzled. He smiled at her. She didn't smile back. She rubbed her eyes and half sat up. She looked at her breasts tumbling out of her pajama tops and hastily pulled the two sides together. She began to glare at Val.
"What's going on?" she asked, still partly asleep.
"Good morning," he said, his erection subsiding. He decided to brazen it out if she would let him.
"Good morning, my foot. What're you doing in here?"
"Wanna wrassle?" He grinned at her. She knew what he was getting at then.
"Where's Mom?" she asked, almost incongruously.
"At work. No school today, remember?" He shot her a leer.
"Oh, yeah. Well, you're not going to start that jazz again, are you?"
"What jazz?" he asked innocently.
"You know," she pouted.
"Nope. Tell me." He was enjoying himself, she could see. She decided not to play his word game just then. She knew that he did it to get her to say things she didn't want to say. It always infuriated her afterward.
"Get lost, Val."
"Aw, come on, Sis, let me stay. I won't bother you. Honest." He looked like a lost little boy, his lower lip pooched out, his eyes drooping like a basset hound's. Rena almost laughed at him, but her mind was racing with thoughts. The house was so quiet. They were alone and both of them were in their pajamas. In her room. Alone. On her bed. The implications were beginning to seep into her mind as her sleepiness went away. She had to admit that there was some undercurrent of excitement in the air, but she was also determined to be careful.
"Well?" she said, finally, looking at Val with her eyebrows raised in twin question marks.
"Let's start all over," he said. "Good morning."
"Yeah, well, good morning." She tried to hold back a grin.
"Okay. I came in here to wake you..." he began.
"But you thought you'd mess around instead," she put in.
Val flushed. "Well, only a little...."
Rena looked down at her breasts and began buttoning her pajamas.
Val felt a tug at his penis. "Did it feel good?" he asked, after a moment.
"What?"
"You know."
Rena flushed. "Maybe," she said.
The tug at Val's organ again. "You've got nice breasts," he said.
"Cut it out, Val. Let's talk about something else."
"Why?"
"You know. I mean you shouldn't be talking about things like that with me."
"Who says."
"I say," she said.
"Okay, boss." He winked at her and she smiled at him.
"Wanna see something?" Val asked, his voice like a croak.
"I don't know. What?" She was suspicious.
"I can't tell you. But I can show you."
"It had better not be anything dirty, Val."
"Oh, don't worry," he laughed. "It's clean."
But she didn't like the way he said it. She gave him a suspicious look.
Val turned then, on the bed, until his lap was visible. His erection had subsided so that his penis was no longer poking through his pajamas, but the fly was still open and Rena could not help but see the dark pubic hairs and patches of flesh. Before Rena could protest or look away, Val reached in and pulled out his prick which was still solid enough to look formidable.
"Is that your idea of fun, Val?" Rena asked coolly, not the least bit upset as he thought she would be.
"I just thought you might like a look," he said weakly, the wind taken out of his sails by her composure.
"What do you call it?" she asked, a trace of cruelty in her voice. Val gulped.
"Well?" she snickered.
"It's a penis," he said huskily, not knowing what to say at all. He felt dumb.
"Yeah? It looks like a prick, only smaller," she said, her eyes twinkling with mischief.
Val laughed.
"It's not very big, Val," she added, dryly.
"It's big enough," he pouted. "Touch it and it'll get bigger."
He was serious now and Rena caught his tone. She looked down at his rapidly diminishing organ for it was weakening, fascinated by it at close range. It didn't shock her the way she thought it would. She was, in fact, slightly awed by Val's penis, primarily because she felt, at times, the lack of one herself. But more than anything, Rena was curious. She knew the importance, by now, of the male organ and this glimpse of Val's afforded her a bird's eye view of the number one topic among the girls in her sex education class at school.
"Well, Rena. Come on and touch it. Are you chicken?"
"No. I just don't know if I want to touch that awful-looking thing or not."
"Chicken!"
But Rena wanted to touch it. She knew that she had a shining opportunity and, for some reason she couldn't explain, she wasn't afraid. After all, she told herself, Val was only her brother. It wasn't like if it was another boy her own age, or anything. By now, Val's organ had lost almost all of its tumescence and had shrunk to a little knob of flesh. Rena was surprised to notice that it was slightly darker in color than the rest of his skin. She was immensely curious to see if she could make it grow. She tried to remember what she had learned about the male organ, what exactly made it big enough and hard enough to insert into the woman's vagina.
So, hesitantly at first, she put out her hand to touch Val's penis. He almost smirked when he saw her move her hand. But he, too, was a little afraid. Although this was what he had wanted, when it got down to the nitty gritty, he wasn't at all that sure of himself anymore. There was a certain fear, too, that she might cause him some harm. He instinctively winced as her hand came near. But he didn't say anything.
The room was very quiet. The closer Rena brought her hand to Val's crotch, the slower she went. For she, too, had some temerity at what she was about to do. It was an awesome moment for both of them. Val wanted to say something to encourage her but was afraid his words might have the opposite effect. So he kept silent. They both watched her hand move toward his limp cock. Finally, Rena touched it. Then her hand drew back with a jerk.
"What's the matter? Lose your nerve?" Val was disappointed.
"No. It-it just feels funny, that's all," Rena said honestly.
"You have to do more than touch it."
She reached her hand out again. This time it moved more quickly and she took the small glob of flesh in her palm. A tingle shot through Val. He scooted closer to her.
"See. It won't bite you," he husked, delighted that she had come this far.
"Wh-what do you want me to do?" she asked, her tone almost reverent.
"Well, play with it or something," he croaked.
Feeling extremely self-conscious, Rena began to tumble the mass of flesh in her hand. She giggled once or twice out of nervousness, but Val looked at her seriously. He concentrated on her breasts which had tumbled back into view because she was no longer tending them and soon some tumescence began to occur.
"Hey," said Rena, "it is getting hard!"
"You bet it is," said Val, suddenly proud.
Rena's manipulations were without any design. She just worked the hardening mass around in the palm of her hand and saw it stiffen much to her amazement. But she was torturing Val. He finally took her hand and placed it around the length of his penis in a spear-grip and showed her how to work it up and down.
"That's the way you do it," he said.
"Oh." Fascinated more than ever, Rena jacked his cock up and down, feeling the surge of blood in the organ. "Wow, it really is getting bigger," she said.
"Damn right it is. Don't stop, hey?"
She continued to masturbate her brother until they both became very excited, though not equally. Rena was still absorbed with his organ in a more or less clinical sense, while Val was aching for completion. The slowness of her awkward movements made him very uneasy. He watched her hand and then his eyes would drift over to her breasts and then down to her lap where he could barely make out the darkness of her patch. He wanted, just then, to fuck his sister so badly he could hardly stand it.
"My hand's getting tired," Rena said finally. "Is that it?"
"No, Rena, that's not it. Don't you want to see what it will do? Don't you want to go farther?"
She took her hand off his organ. "What do you mean?" She was on her guard.
"I mean, that's not all there is to it."
"Well, as far as I'm concerned that's all there is to it. You've shown me what a big man you are. No, that's enough."
He was afraid that she would send him out of the room, unsatisfied. "Aw, come on, Rena, be a sport. Do it some more. Make me come."
"Unh, unh," she said. "Do it yourself." She knew now what he meant. The thought of it somewhat frightened her. It was an unknown that she was not willing to explore just then. It was something that was still a little awesome to her.
"Please," he said, his voice low and serious. "It-it would mean a lot to me." He looked at her with deep pleading in his eyes.
Rena hesitated, weighing his words. She could tell that it meant a lot to Val. He was not a wise kid, now, but someone, her brother, pleading for her to help him. His tone was urgent and it affected her more than she cared to admit. She gave him a long look, uncertain whether or not to make another concession. She had gone so far already.
"Please," he said again, grabbing her hand and bringing it to his cock.
This decided her and she slowly put her hand around the swollen organ again. It gave her a strange feeling. She could almost feel its strength seeping through to the palm of her hand. But she was still not sure of what he wanted her to do. She jacked it a couple of times and looked up at him questioningly.
"Like this?" she said, her voice far away in the silence of the room.
"Faster," he husked.
She moved her hand up and down the full length of his cock, faster and faster, now knowing what he wanted.
"Squeeze it a little harder," he pleaded.
Her hand tightened its grip. She pumped faster, her eyes glued to the purple bullet head of his shaft. He reached over and put his hand on her breast. She didn't move away. He caressed it while she jacked him. The nipple got hard and she squirmed closer to him to get a better grip on his manhood.
"Beautiful," he breathed. "Does this feel good?"
"Yes," she said curtly, somewhat angry at herself because his hand did feel good. She could feel something stirring within herself. Something in her vagina began to heat up and she thought she could feel a trickling of fluid.
Val wanted to help his sister jack him off because, although she was going much faster than she had been, it was not fast enough to bring him to orgasm. He knew she must be tiring but thought that if he concentrated he would soon get his rocks off. Rubbing her breast helped and in a few moments he felt the weakness in his bones that signified he was about to spill his seed.
Rena noticed the change in her brother. His body seemed to go slack. His eyelids drooped. She felt it too, and increased her speed as if by some long-forgotten instinct. Val felt his sperm boil and began moving his cock in and out of her hand in the motion of coitus. Rena knew that he was close to orgasm and she bent over to get better leverage on his throbbing mast.
"Oh, God, that's it, Rena," he blurted. "I'm coming."
And then his sperm shot out of the hole in all directions. Rena felt some of it fly to her face. It struck her like warm milk and she gasped to see it spurt out of the head of his cock. Some of it hit her breasts and some fell on her pajamas, to cling stickily to her flesh underneath. The subsiding spurts covered her fingers and she was fascinated by its appearance. She knew that this represented textillions of fertile seeds that could impregnate a woman just bv virtue of sheer numbers.
"Wow, out of sight!" she said. "You did it."
"No," Val gasped, "you did it. And wow is right!"
Rena was fairly struck with awe over this miracle. She wiped the drying sperm off of her face and began to mop it up off her body and her hands. She had been surprised at the strength of the sperm shooting out of his cock and at the abundance of it. Now she didn't know what to do. She felt as if she had watched a forbidden thing, something that few people had ever witnessed.
"Man, too much," she said, still numb with the mystery of it.
Val laughed nervously.
"How did it feel?" she asked him.
"Great. But you can't explain it. It's the best feeling in the world."
"Has anyone ever done this to you before?" she asked suspiciously.
"No," he lied, hoping she'd believe him. "But you have, haven't you?" she insisted. "Well, uh, yes, a couple of times. Just to experiment," he added lamely. "Yeah, I'll bet."
"What about you. How did you feel."
"Oh, not much. I-it was interesting. Now you'd better go," she said. "Go?"
"Well, that's it, isn't it?" She moved away from him slightly.
Damn her, he thought. This was some kind of rejection. In a few minutes, he knew, he could be hot again. He didn't want to give up this intimacy that they had. He wanted to go all the way with her. But, damn, she was such a square.
"Wait a few minutes," he said. "Don't you want to feel that way yourself?"
"No. Not with you. Don't be crazy, Val."
"Don't give me that crap. You wouldn't mind getting fucked, would you?"
"Don't talk to me that way. I'm your sister, you dummy!"
"So?"
"So, it's not decent." She paused. "Besides you know what could happen."
"What could happen?"
"I could get pregnant. Mom might find out. It's dumb, that's all." But her breathing was coming hard. He knew she was thinking about it. Thinking about it hard. He pressed on.
"I wouldn't get you pregnant, Rena. I'd pull it out first. Come on, let me try. You'll like it, really."
"No, I said."
"It's the best thing in the world," he insisted.
"Have you ever done it?" she asked.
"I wouldn't tell you if I had."
"Then how do you know it's any good? I bet you've screwed somebody. Who?"
Val paled. He couldn't answer that. He might make up a lie though. Instead, he decided to act worldly without committing himself. "Don't take my word for it, Rena. But try it. I'll be careful, honest."
"No, dammit!"
"Then at least let me do the same thing to you that you did to me."
"What?"
"I can make you come without fucking you."
Rena felt the flood rush to her face. A twinge shot through her vagina.
"I don't think that would be good," she said lamely.
"Come on, be fair. You did it to me. I'll do it to you."
"I don't know." She seemed to be weakening. "Try it at least once. If you don't like it, I'll stop."
She gave a big sigh and looked at Val. He appeared so serious.
"What would you do?" she asked weakly.
"Lie down," he said. "Don't say anything. Just lie down on your back."
"I don't know, Val. What if somebody came by? What if Mom walked in right now?"
"Nobody will. She's at work. Come on."
He pushed her gently back so that she had to lie down. He moved over to lie beside her. She was breathing very fast; her breasts rose and fell rapidly.
"There. Now relax. You'll like it once I start," he said.
His hand went to her tummy and began rubbing it. She was very tense. Then he slipped it down inside of her pajama bottoms, slowly. He touched her mat of hair and rubbed his hand over her pussy lips. His finger found the slit and moved up and down it lightly. Then, he pried the portals open slightly and felt the wetness of her sex cleft. She sighed when his hand touched her on the inner folds.
"Oh, Val," she sighed, closing her eyes. She thought she would faint, it felt so good.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Val's erection came back into being. His heart seemed to be on a wild rampage within his chest wall. He was lying with his sister: the culmination of all of his dreams of the past several weeks. He was touching her and she was accepting his sexual advances with a willingness that overwhelmed him. His finger was sliding along her slit, searching for the moist opening. His cock throbbed in his pajamas.
Rena's own pajamas were pulled down so that he had a good view of her pussy. He lay on his side, feeling her cunt with his left hand. She had her eyes closed and her body was still not relaxed, but he knew that would come. He was anxious to please her, careful with her so that nothing would go wrong, having come this far with his desires. Finally his finger found the soaked hole in her vagina. She gave a sudden shudder as his fingertip slipped inside and touched a thin tuber. This sent electric shivers through Rena and she gasped aloud.
"Oh, wow, you weren't kidding," she breathed.
Val moved his finger around and around in her hole and Rena doubled up her legs with the pleasure of his touching.
"Spread your legs more," he croaked. He wanted to fuck her so bad he had to fight to control himself. But he knew this foreplay was important. He wanted to make his sister ache for him to enter her with his cock. He wanted to bring her to a point where she would practically beg him to fuck her. So he held back and fingerfucked her, much to their mutual pleasure.
She widened her legs and her slit opened so that Val's finger could penetrate further and with more ease. He thought that he was about to ejaculate himself just feeling his sister. Her insides were moist and warm, not as fleshy as his mother's vagina. He had easily found her "Little man in the boat" and every time he rubbed it, his sister would give a jerk. He could almost feel the spurts of her fluid every time he scored on her clitoris.
"Do you like this?" he asked her.
"You know it, Val!"
"Do you want more? I mean a better feeling?"
She opened her eyes and looked at him. "You mean ... you mean ... fuck me."
"Yes, I want to."
"I don't know. I shouldn't even let you do this, really."
But she was glad that she had let him. Her whole body seemed to be singing with the wild electric current that he had generated with his finger. Every time he touched that little button inside her she could feel it all through her. It seemed to her that she was so soaked she would never dry out. Yet, her insides yearned for something more. His finger was delightful as far as it went, but she wanted to have his cock in her, she knew that. She had to face it. She would be forever unsatisfied if she didn't let him do it. Yet she was afraid, afraid of many things. She was afraid of becoming pregnant, but she was also afraid of something else. What was it? Of liking it too much? Of doing it with her brother? Or doing something her mother wouldn't like? Yes, she was afraid of these things and more. Something she couldn't understand, couldn't find in her own mind. Yet the fear was there, floating in her mind like a hawk on high thermal currents. Floating, ready to pounce if she went any further.
Val could see that she was thinking whether or not to let him fuck her.
"Please, Rena. You've got to. We've gone this far...."
"That's what I'm afraid of."
"I won't ... I won't get you into trouble."
"How can you guarantee that? You might. And then we'd both be in a fix."
"I'm telling you, Rena, I won't. I know what to do. I'll pull it out."
Rena gave a long sigh of acquiescence. "Oh, all right, Val. But be careful. Please. And don't hurt me. I-I'm a virgin you know."
The very sound of the word sent Val's blood racing to his temples. He knew what place a virgin ranked among his buddies at school. He had never thought about this aspect so much. But she had said it. He was about to fuck his first virgin. He almost shot his wad right then just thinking about it.
"I'll be careful," he promised. He took his finger out of her slot and kissed her on her breast. She squirmed with the good feeling it gave her.
"Keep your legs spread," he told her. "And relax. Help me get it in when I get on top of you."
"All right."
He asked her to take off her pajama tops while he pulled off her bottoms. Then he took off his own. Trembling, he moved up to crouch over the naked body of his sister. His turgid cock hung down over her bush, aimed at her moist slit. Rena looked at it and a panic welled up in her throat.
"It looks so big," she said. "I'm afraid it might be too big for me."
"It won't," he assured her. "Just take it easy and it'll go in all right. You'll see."
But her body shook as she saw the giant organ dip down to her cunt. Then she could feel it as it touched her pubic hairs. She felt it touch the cleft of her sex. Val tried to find the hole but couldn't. He was too nervous. He was also afraid of failure or of premature ejaculation. He reached down with one hand and grabbed his staff and poked it at her again, trying to find the entrance. He found it, but it was as tight as a drawn pouch. Rena was tensed up like a coiled spring. "I can't get it in unless you loosen up," he said, grunting with the effort. Rena tried to relax. Val tried again. His cock slid in a little and Rena gasped.
"Is it in?" she asked.
"Part way."
"I can hardly feel it."
He pushed and it went in a little further. "Can you feel it now."
"Yes. A little."
He pushed and the head went in to juicy warmth. He shoved harder and it hit the tough membrane of her maidenhead, bouncing back slightly. But Rena could feel it now. It was rubbing up against her hardened clit. Her body shook with a spasm.
"Jeez," she said.
"You feel it now?"
"Urn. Yes. Boy, do I feel it. You're touching something that's really wild."
Val almost shot his sperm up into her right then. He tried to concentrate. He knew he had hit her maidenhead and didn't know what to do. He fucked her a few strokes and it still kept hitting it. He wished he knew what he was supposed to do. Would it stay that way for a long time or would it break if he pushed harder? He didn't know. He knew, though, that he was not getting full satisfaction from fucking his sister. His cock was only in her partway, and he wanted to inundate the full length of it in that tight pussy of hers.
"I want to get it in further," he told her.
"You're pushing against the hymen," she explained. "Are you going to break it?"
"I-I guess so."
"All right."
"It might hurt, mightn't it?" he said kindly.
"Yes. But go ahead. I'm ready."
She tensed herself for his thrust.
"It might be better if you relaxed," he said.
"Okay. I-I'll try."
She wondered how it would be to lose her virginity. She had heard a hundred stories and some said it didn't hurt, some said it hurt fiercely. All of them said she would bleed. She began to worry about getting blood on the sheets. She began to worry that her brother might get up inside her and ejaculate before he had time to pull it out. She was more afraid now than she had ever been, but at the same time she was anticipating this new experience. She was looking forward to it as she had never looked forward to anything in life. She knew that after Val took her maidenhead that she would be a woman in every sense of the word. And this was what she was looking forward to more than anything.
Val got ready for a mighty thrust. like a sprinter set for the hundred yard dash he steeled himself for the gun that would go off in his mind. Then, ready, he jammed his cock into his sister's cunt as hard as he could. He felt the hymen weaken, but it did not break. Panting, he jabbed again and again with his cudgel. Rena winced each time he hit it and he knew he was hurting her. But he didn't care. He jabbed her harder and harder. Without realizing it, he was pinning her arms down with his own so that she couldn't escape. He felt frustrated and the breaking of her membrane became a challenge to him.
He thrust again even harder and Rena cried out in pain. He felt his cock soar on through and up into her tunnel until it was buried to his balls. Tears began to run down his sister's cheeks. He felt sorry for her, but he also felt a tremendous surge of accomplishment. He had done it. He had broken her cherry; cracked it open with his own powerful manhood. It gave him a feeling of awesome power. He was glad that he had done it. He was proud.
For Rena, the pain was short, though piercing. When the tissue ripped it had been no more than a brief needling of hurt. She had gasped and cried out for the loss of her virginity as much as the short searing pain. Now, feeling her brother's hot cock up in her, filling her, she felt the full wonder of it. The beauty of it had caused her tears to run. At last, she felt as she knew a woman would, complete and fulfilled. She couldn't explain it, even to herself. She couldn't untangle the myriad of feelings that welled up in her mind. It was enough to know that this thing had been done and that it gave her an amount of happiness and an elusive feeling of pride, much akin to her brother's.
"Did it hurt much?" Val asked, stopping up inside her.
"No. Not much. Don't stop doing it to me," she moaned.
"You like me fucking you."
"Yes, dammit. Very much."
"Then I won't stop."
He began to fuck her very slowly, then, ramming his cock up into her all the way with each easy stroke. He could feel her body loosen all over. His cock felt wet and he knew it was from the bleeding.
"Oh, that feels soooo good," she moaned.
He fucked her faster and faster until he felt the sperm begin to gather steam to shoot up the tube.
"I'm going to come in a minute," he told her. I'll pull it out."
"No, don't," she said. She wanted him to come inside her. She wanted to feel everything. But Val was too frightened. He gave her a couple of fast fucks and then, just before the sperm burst through his cock, he pulled it out and lay it on her belly. She looked down at her tummy and saw the fat cock burst out its milk all over her. She loved him very much at that moment.
She loved him for making her a woman. She loved him for thinking enough of her not to make her pregnant. She sensed, somehow, that for him to pull it out of her at that moment was some kind of supreme sacrifice. She was very proud of her brother for this. She held him in her arms, then, while he gasped for breath. His cock spurted against her belly like a hose that had been suddenly shut off but still had air pressure in it. Her tears came in torrents, and she held him very tight against her, delighting in the feeling of his naked body on top of hers.
But she couldn't bring herself to tell him that she loved him. She didn't feel that she should, under the circumstances. But she did love him and she could still feel him inside her, even though he was gone. She ached, where her hymen had parted, but it was no more than the soreness of a tired muscle. A lassitude came over her, then. She didn't want to think any more. She just wanted to feel. Her body seemed to be alive for the first time in her life. It hummed with new juices, new muscles, new fibers.
Val's penis ejected and he crawled off her. She didn't want him to go. But she knew that he had lost his marvelous power. She herself had been in a cocoon all her life and had now sprouted butterfly wings. She could soar over everything with this newness of life. As Val lay beside her, she was conscious that she had done something for him, too.
"Well?" Val asked.
"It was marvelous. I feel so-so yummy. All over."
He smiled. "I know what you mean."
"How do you feel?" she asked. "Great. Worn out.';
She looked down at her thighs. His come lay smeared all over her tummy and it was drying fast. It felt like paste on her skin. She raised up so that she could see her pussy. There was a small bloodstain between her legs on the sheet. She would have to wash it out, she thought. With cold water.
There wasn't much to show for her experience, she decided. Some dried sperm on her skin and a spot of blood on the white sheet. But inside, ah! There was a warmth that had spread to every capillary, a glow that warmed her flesh from inside. She wondered if her brother felt the same way. He had to, he just had to.
"We have to be careful that Mom doesn't find out," Val said. He was worried now that it was over.
"Yeah."
"I'll want you again," he said. "Yes, I know. Me too."
He looked over at her and smiled. "You're beautiful, Rena."
"You too, Val."
They lay for several moments, calming down. Then Val got up and grabbed his pajamas. "I-uh-we better clean up," he said.
"Yes, I guess so. Val?"
"Huh?"
"When will you ... I mean, when will you, again?"
"As soon as I can. Tonight."
"What about Mom?"
"Well, we'll have to see. We'll have to be careful."
"Try."
"I will," he said, his heart warm and full.
She blew him a kiss. He thought she looked very beautiful, lying there naked. Much better than when he had spied on her that one night. He wanted to fuck her again but he felt that he had better wait. For some reason he was more afraid now than he had been when he had first walked in on her this morning. He blew her a kiss back and left her to shower. He felt great and he couldn't wait until the next time. It had been so easy, really. Now, he knew, he could fuck her anytime he wanted to. With his mother and her he never had to worry about sex again, he thought. It was like living in a harem.
That night, when their mother got home, Val and Rena appeared the perfect children. They were solicitous of her in every way. She wasn't the least suspicious and they began to relax. Laura was tired, though, and she had brought home a pint of liquor and some mix. She said she needed it after the really rough day at the bindery. Both Val and Rena were glad to see that she was preoccupied with her own affairs so that she didn't give them a close scrutiny.
Val was doubly relieved that his mother was too tired to have sex with him that night. He told her that he was tired, too, arid had school the next day. He told her he had been at a friend's house and had helped him mow the lawn and clean up. Laura believed him and with the drinks and the heavy meal, toddled off to bed where she collapsed into a deep sleep.
That night, long after he was sure that his mother was sleeping soundly, he tiptoed into Rena's room. She was waiting for him, stark naked under the covers. She had perfumed herself until the air was positively heady. It pleased him that she had made special preparations for him. He was also excited that she hadn't put on her pajamas but was waiting in the nude, ready to fuck. As soon as he saw her, his cock leaped into rigidity. He slipped underneath the covers, next to her warm body.
"Shh!" Rena said, then began to giggle.
"You shh!" he giggled back. He put his hand on her breast, though, and their silliness vanished. He felt her respond instantly to his touch. He kneaded it for a few moments, then turned over and put his mouth on the nearest one. He sucked the nipple until it grew hard like a sparrow's beak. Rena accepted his caresses passively, even when he moved his hand down to her crotch while still sucking her nipple. He felt her body contract when he touched her nest. His finger knew where to go and he parted her cleft and found the damp insides of the folds. This time Rena spread her legs without being asked and his finger probed through to the entrance of her honey-pot. He drew the clit out of its hiding place and massaged it deftly with his finger.
It was dark in the room and the only sound was their breathing, the rustle of the sheets. When Val knew that Rena was hot, he mounted her and put his cock in her with no trouble. She was very wet inside. He fucked her a couple of strokes, then embraced her and they began to kiss. Both of them were very excited, but Val didn't want to withdraw from her before he had experienced her for a long time.
Rena enjoyed his kissing her. It was the first time they had kissed like this. Val's tongue brought fire to her loins. She responded with her own tongue. But the greatest part of it was his cock inside her, swollen, touching her clitoris, filling up her love tunnel. Her pussy seemed to clasp it eagerly at every point of its position in her. It literally sucked at his cock, drawing on it. Her whole pussy seemed to be alive, unwilling to let him pull out until he had deposited his seed.
But she knew that this would spoil it. The shame of becoming pregnant would be too much to bear. She would never be able to face her mother again. Her schoolmates. Anyone. She shuddered to think of this possibility. No, she would have to insist that Val pull out before he came. Then, she would have to see what she could do about birth control, really conception control. She'd have to find some way to get the pill. That wouldn't be easy, but she would try her best. She enjoyed sex too much to give it up now that she had discovered it!
It was nice to be loved this way, she thought. Val's kisses were an added bonus-made her even hotter than she already was. It was nice to have him almost smothering her with his warm body. And his cock going back and forth inside her pussy was better than any dream she had ever had, better than any illusion. This was real and exciting. The soreness of the morning had all but gone away.
She wished she could watch his cock going in and out of her. The next time they did it in the daytime she would. She could imagine it now. She could remember how it had felt when she had jacked him off. She could see it shooting out its milky come when Val reached his climax. She thought that something like that was happening to her every few minutes. He would touch a certain something inside her and then pow! She'd feel a new trickle of dampness, a new discharge somewhere deep in her cave. It was fantastic!
Val could hardly hold back anymore. It was so warm and wet inside his sister that he had all he could do to keep from bursting inside her. When he stopped to regain lost ground, her pussy seemed to suck at him, to draw him deeper where the warmth was. The warmth just made his sperm boil anew. He could only pump a few times now, and then would have to stop. But now he began to worry that his mother might wake up. It had been a long time, or seemed a long time, that they had been alone in Rena's room. And he was so hot now. So fucking hot! "Rena, I can't hold back anymore," he whispered.
"Don't come inside me!" she said.
"No, I won't. I just wanted you to know." He began to fuck her very fast. Rena did not yet know how to move her body in counterpoint to his, so she just lay back as he drove his cock into her. She could feel the tension in Val's body mount the faster he fucked her. And it felt so good. He was really driving it up into her. He felt the sperm boil over. Quickly he pulled out, but it was the hardest thing he had ever had to do. His cock didn't want to leave the warmth. Her pussy pulled with a magnetic attraction on his organ. He gasped and broke free, his wand waving in the air as the sperm shot in all directions. He panted for breath and fell beside his sister.
Rena, too, felt the disappointment. It would have been so nice to have had him stay. She wondered how it felt to have all that hot come shoot up inside her. It was a mystery that she little understood. She knew that of all the billions of seeds that floated and swam in that substance, only one, the strongest of the lot, ever made it all the way to the ovum. It was not the simplest concept in the world to understand. She just wished she could see how it felt. "You better go back to your room," she whispered.
"Did you like it?"
"Yes. like wow!"
"Better than before?"
"Yes, Val, better than before. Are you sure you got it out in time."
"I'm sure. Dammit."
"I know. I wish you could come inside me. I'll try to fix it."
"You will ? " he asked, waiting for assurance. "Yes, Val. Now go. Before we both blow it."
"Okay. Thanks, Rena."
"Good night."
"Good night." He grabbed his pajamas and put them on quickly. Her door was silent as he opened it. It was quiet in the hall. He went to his room and went to bed, his heart thumping wildly. It would be terrible if his mother knew what they had been doing. He didn't know if he wanted to take chances like that again.
It took Rena several moments to clean up the sperm that had spilled all over her sheets and covers. She washed herself and then put on her pajamas, slipped back into bed. She felt marvelous. Her skin was tingling as though she had just jumped from a sauna bath into a cold stream. Sex was wonderful, she decided. And so was Val. She wished he could stay all night with her. Even as she was dropping off to sleep, she wanted him again.
CHAPTER EIGHT
There were days when Val was pretty busy, having to service two women in the same house. The tricky part was keeping either from finding out about the other. This see-sawing back and forth kept his nerves on edge. He had no difficulty, really, because when he made love to his sister, his mother wasn't home. He and Rena had decided on that after that one night in her room. His mother was often tired and even she began to feel the strain of making love in the house when Rena was home. So, Laura and Val changed their times for love to when Rena was at a girl friend's house. Still, it was unnerving to Val, most of all. He was jittery and the hours kept him from getting the rest he needed. He began to have trouble with headaches and with his eyes. But he didn't complain. He was sure it would go away, once he leveled off.
He was enjoying himself and thought that he just wanted sex so much because it was new to him. There were times, even, when he didn't want any, but these were seldom. With Val, the more he got, the more he wanted. At school, he was pretty much of a loner. There was no one in whom he could confide, so he kept to himself. If he wasn't an introvert before his sexual awakening, he was fast becoming one under the new routine of his life. He noticed that his mother was edgy too, and this affected his feeling of security. She was working longer hours now that she had learned the bindery trade and when she did get off early she often stopped to have a few drinks before coming home. Or she would bring home a bottle "to relax" her.
The truth was that Laura was beginning to feel the demands made on her by Val. What had begun as an urgent necessity had developed into a kind of trap for her. She was somewhat disconcerted by Val's expanding sensuality and felt responsible for it. She wished she could take back all that she had done, but she knew that this was impossible. Instead, she hoped that he would find other interests and indeed, she had noticed that he had slacked off in his demands of her. She didn't have the nerve, however, to ask if he had found a girl his own age to enjoy sexual relations with ... no, she was still touchy in that area. But still, she hoped that she would find a way to break off with Val and not hurt him. Or herself.
Then, as if in answer to her desires, along came someone who might be the lover to turn the tables of her life. Burt Nevins had noticed Laura from the first day she came to work in the bindery. Quietly he had watched her and gradually they had become acquainted. He was a mild-mannered man, slightly older than Laura, who had been divorced twice. He was short with a slender build, close-set ferret eyes of hazel hue, a squat nose and thick dark hair. He was forty-one or forty-two and drank beer during the week because he usually spent most of his money going on a bat as soon as he got paid. He lived alone in a trailer a half block from the bindery. He wasn't neat as a housekeeper, but he kept his person clean and, because both his wives had left him, Laura felt something of a kinship with him.
They often stopped after work to have a beer or a cocktail and in this way their friendship solidified. He liked Laura because she was prettier than either of his ex-wives and because she had a nice body to go with her pleasant personality. Gradually he learned as much of the story as she wanted him to know about her old man, Red. Laura looked like a pretty good deal to Burt because she had a home and kids, neither of which he had ever owned, and because she was bright and sensible where he was not. Burt had been a carney worker, a dishwasher, a stevedore, a truck driver, a busboy, short-order cook, janitor and once, a vacuum salesman for about a month.
In short, Burt Nevins had been through the mill and around the horn. The other bindery workers were either women or married and it was perhaps natural that he and Laura would find each other under the circumstances. While he didn't make her heart flutter, he was male and he was companionship. It meant a great deal to her and she was grateful for his company. She looked forward to their cocktails or beers after work, but for those first several weeks that she knew him, her thoughts never went beyond that. Now, though, their relationship had developed to the point where she began to look at Burt as more than a friend, if not a potential husband. He had told her where he lived, but had also said that it wasn't fixed up and he was shy about inviting her over. So the idea had settled in her mind. Why not invite him to her home? It wouldn't be anything out of the ordinary. She was almost divorced and she had children. "Would you like to come over this Friday for cocktails and dinner?" she asked him on Tuesday.
"Why, I'd like that very much," he said. "But
I insist on buying the refreshments." It was payday and he knew that it would represent a considerable saving to him in this instance. Better than hitting the honkytonks all night as he usually did. "Do you like Scotch?"
"That sounds fine," she said. "Friday night. We can stop for a drink then you can follow me home in your car."
"Swell," said Burt, and the matter had been settled.
Laura had thought both Rena and Val would be home that Friday, but on Thursday night, Rena asked if she could go to the show with Linda. Laura agreed, but had hoped Burt could have met both children. She told Val that she was bringing someone home for dinner who worked at the bindery. She didn't say who it was and he imagined it was one of the other girls who worked there.
Friday, after work, Laura and Burt stopped and had a couple of drinks. Then they cashed their checks at the market. Burt bought Scotch and soda and a bag of ice. Laura bought a few items for dinner. She planned to have lamb chops because they were not expensive and were easy to prepare. After they got their groceries, they had one more drink then drove to Laura's in their separate cars, neither of them feeling much pain.
Burt was smacking his lips as he followed Laura up her driveway. He was impressed with her modest frame house, because it represented something he had never had. He had taken a couple of nips from a bottle stashed in his glove compartment as he drove so he was in a mellow mood when he followed Laura into the house.
"Val," she called when they were inside.
"Come here. I want you to meet somebody."
Val came from his bedroom where he had been resting his eyes. He was surprised to see the man with his mother and he stopped up short.
"Burt, this is my son, Val. Val, this is Mr. Nevins, my friend, who works where I do. We're going to have dinner together after a while."
"Hey, a nice-looking youngster," said Burt, offering his hand.
"Pleased to meet you, Mr. Nevins," Val said nervously. He took the handshake, and thought it was weak.
"Me too, son," said Burt.
Val didn't like the "son" but he didn't say anything. He was a little piqued, though, that this guest turned out to be a man. He was wary and didn't want to appear so. He mumbled something about studying and left the room.
"Fine boy," said Burt, when Val had left. "I compliment you, Laura."
"Thanks, Burt. Now you just get comfortable here in the living room while I fix our drinks. I'll get things ready so that it won't take but a jiffy to fix supper. Rena, my daughter, went to a movie but you'll meet her sometime."
"I'm looking forward to it," said Burt, finding himself a spot on the worn couch. "You got a nice place here."
"Thank you. I won't be but a minute." She took his sack and hers into the kitchen. Burt looked at his surroundings and could see himself living there. It wasn't too much to hope for, he reasoned. Laura didn't go out with anyone else, he was almost sure. And she was a woman without a man. Maybe, he thought, he could be that man. He almost guffawed aloud thinking about his chances.
Laura brought their drinks, took a sip, then went back to the kitchen to get things ready. She called for Val to help her and he came in reluctantly.
"What'd you have to bring that creep here for?" he whispered.
"Shh! Don't talk that way, Val. He's a nice man. He-he's been very kind to me."
"Shit!"
Laura was angry. "Don't you talk that way. You hear? Now, help me with the salad, will you? I want to be proud of you."
Val pouted and helped her clean the vegetables. Laura got the chops on the platter, the oven heated, and the potatoes ready. She asked Val to set the table for three and then she joined Burt in the living room. Val would get over it, she thought. He probably resented any man since his father had left. It was only natural.
Laura joined Burt in the living room with fresh drinks and as they talked, Val sulked back to his room, trying to control his anger. Burt Nevins' coming had caught him off balance. Val didn't know how to take it. Was this just a casual after-work thing, or did she plan to marry the creep? His blood turned to ice at the thought that his mother might have serious intentions about Nevins. Whatever the relationship, Val was shook up. His security had been threatened, his perch shaken, if ever so slightly. He threw himself on the bed in his room and tried to listen to what they were talking about in the living room.
Laura and Burt chatted over their Scotches in low tones so that Val couldn't hear what they were saying. It was maddening. He decided to try and cool it because his ill temper was giving him a headache. He got a magazine out of his drawer and tried to shut out the low hum of voices in the next room.
Burt was telling Laura how he'd started at the Bristol Bindery, as a janitor and handyman, four years ago. He'd become fascinated with the process of turning printed pages into bound books and magazines and had talked his way into a job at the bottom. Now he could run every machine in the place and felt secure. Laura couldn't help feeling that Burt was laying some groundwork for some kind of future proposition. It gave her a feeling of self-confidence to know this and, with the drinks, Burt didn't look so shabby as he did at work. In a home, he had an entirely different appearance than in the bar. She was feeling good from the drinks. It was pleasant talking to Burt, rather, listening to him.
After the third drink, Laura forgot all about their supper. Or Val. She was more than tipsy, she was drunker than she ever had been. The empty stomach, the strangeness of having a man in the house after so many months, the drinks, all worked their special spell on her. Burt, too, was feeling no pain. But he had a much larger capacity than Laura. He was exulting in the limelight Laura furnished him. He felt warm and welcome sitting next to her on the couch. He too forgot about their expected supper and about her son somewhere in the house.
"You're the nicest woman I ever met," he said, in a drink-thickened tongue.
"Thank you, Burt. You're so nice," Laura said, fawning over him.
"It's sure nice to be here with a swell woman like you, Laura."
"Mmmmmm. You're my best friend ever," she said, her voice low and wavering.
He took her hand in his. She liked his touch. She leaned over, near him and kissed him on the cheek. Encouraged by this, Burt moved close to her so that their thighs were touching. He took her in his arms and they kissed for the first time. It was not a sensual kiss, just a touching of lips, but it stirred up the fires in Laura. Burt was aroused instantly. He hadn't kissed a woman like Laura in a long time ... only the bar flies when he was drunk, the chippies he met when he had a heavy wallet.
In a few minutes he was all over her. His hands were on her breasts, feeling them, on her waist, reaching under her dress. He was slobbering kisses all over her and she, in such a stupor she hardly knew what she was doing, was returning his kisses, surrendering to his embrace. In a dizzy haze, she thought she was with Red again, but no, it was someone else, someone different. It didn't make any difference. She was being loved and she wanted it. The room spun and the lights went haywire. She could feel herself being forced backward, her dress falling up above her knees, a hand crawling up her leg, touching her panties.
Val, wondering when they were going to get around to dinner, walked in just at that moment. His eyes blazed with a fierce hatred. He clenched his fists and the room drenched red. A dizziness assailed him as he saw the two clothed bodies writhing awkwardly on the couch. The room reeked of alcohol. He saw the man groping his mother, his hand halfway up her dress, and a blind rage gripped him. "You sonofabitch!" he shrieked.
The pair struggled to disentangle themselves from each other on the couch. Val had caught them by complete surprise. Even in their drunken haze they knew that they had a problem on their hands. Val's face was contorted with fury. Burt raised himself to a sitting position, his mind clearing. Somehow, he knew he had made an awful mistake. If only her kid hadn't been there! Another minute and he'd have been in her pants! He shook his head groggily. "I'm sorry," Burt blurted out. "I guess I got carried away."
"Get out of here, you-you mother-fucker!" Val screamed.
"Val!" his mother shouted. She tried to sit up straight. She knew she looked a mess. She felt woozy, but seeing Val angry made her afraid.
"That sonofabitch better get out of here or I'll kill him!" Val said. He stepped toward Burt.
Burt looked like he'd been kicked in the nuts.
"Val, this is none of your business. It's as much my fault as..."
"Get out, bastard!" Val screamed again. His eyes bugged out and his face was livid. He no longer had control over his emotions. He grabbed Nevins by the collar of his shirt and jerked him to his feet. His strength was multiplied by his uncontrollable rage.
Burt trembled with fear. He didn't want this. He wished it had never happened. He just wanted to get away. The kid might make a scene and cause all the neighbors to rush in, the police. His face blanched and he stumbled away from Val, trying to get away. Val kicked at him, missing.
"Burt, please," screamed Laura. "Don't leave like this!"
"I've got to leave," he mumbled. "Sorry."
"Val, stop it!" She was hysterical.
Val took a swing at Burt and missed again. But Nevins had had enough. He shot to the door and went out. A moment later, Val and his mother heard the car start up and drive away. His mother broke into tears, holding her face in her hands.
"That dirty bastard," Val said, his fists still clenched. He was shaking.
"Oh, Val, you spoiled it. Why?"
"You wanted that slimy fucker's hands up your dress? You wanted that creep handling you like a whore?"
"No. I don't know. I didn't know it had gone that far. Oh, Val, I'm so sorry!" She looked up at him, the tears streaming down her face.
"I could have killed him," Val said, still raging inside.
"Oh, no, don't say things like that. He didn't mean anything. Really."
"Shit. I saw him. I saw both of you. Oh, Mother, why did you do that with him?" He fought back the tears that threatened to come.
"I-it was the drinks. Too much to drink," his mother said weakly. She stood up, unsteady on her feet. "Oh, dammit, now what will Burt think of me? Of us?"
"I don't care. And neither should you. I don't want that sonofabitch or any other bastard in this house again. Do you understand? Do you?" He was shouting again, out of control.
Laura bit her lip. She was frightened. She knew she had been wrong, but now her own son was threatening her, closing her in.
"Val, I-I'm upset. Can't we talk about this later? You're upset too." She went to him, trying to calm him down. Val jerked his arm away when she touched it.
"You-you!" he began. He couldn't say it.
But Laura knew what he had been about to say.
"You'd better never bring anybody home again," he said levelly. His voice was like a gun barrel, cold and deadly.
"Please, Val, don't say anymore. I'm sorry. The evening's ruined." She patted his arm and he didn't pull away this time. Then she turned and lurched into her bedroom. She went into the bathroom and ran cold water. She splashed her face with it and looked at herself in the mirror. Her hair was mussed and her eyes rheumy. But the cold water helped and she felt better, though still woozy. Her emotions were all tangled up and she was afraid of what she had done to Val. To Val and to Burt. She felt crushed and depressed.
A few moments later, Val came in the bedroom. She staggered out of the bathroom and he grabbed her in his arms. He led her to the bed and she tumbled onto it. "I'll help you," he said. He took off her clothes and was about to get her nightgown from her drawer when an uncontrollable urge for sex came over him. His mother lay on her back, naked, one arm thrown over her eyes. She was all but passed out. He turned off the bathroom light and the room was in darkness. His mother moaned but didn't move. Val could still see her lying there from the light that spilled into the room from the hallway. The dark patch between her legs enticed him. He began taking off his clothes, never taking his eyes off his mother's nude body. When he was undressed, he closed the door to the bedroom, then walked back over to look down on his mother.
"Are you awake?" he asked. No answer. "Are you awake, Mom?" he asked more loudly.
"Mmmmm," she muttered. He took it in the affirmative, but he wasn't sure. But looking at her nude body and knowing that he was alone with her in the house he again became excited. He crawled into bed beside her and began playing with her breasts. His hand went from breast to breast, inscribing circles with the palm. Next he went down to her crotch and felt the matted pubic hair and the cleft.
"No, Val, go away," she mumbled.
"No," he said tightly.
"Too tired."
"No, you're not. You weren't too tired for that creep." His anger suddenly arose again.
"Please. I'm sorry," she said. She didn't open her eyes, but lay there in a stupor, half awake half asleep.
Val kept his hand on her pussy. His erection came to life. He knew what he was going to do He put his finger inside her and began playing with her clitoris. She responded very lethargically, but he didn't mind. When the wetness was sufficient, he pulled himself over on top of her, his hardened cock aimed at her soaked slit. He wanted her so much now he couldn't wait to get it in her. But he looked at her, with her arm still thrown over her eyes, and he was glad that she wasn't fully awake. He wanted his revenge for what almost happened and it had nothing to do with the love they usually felt for each other. No, not now. Not after what happened with that creep!
He spread her legs with both hands. They stayed where he put them. Then he rubbed his finger once more down her sex cleft and moved his hips closer. He wanted to jam his cock straight in her and all the way to the hilt in one savage stroke, but he had trouble finding the entrance without her help. The head of his swollen staff slid up and down her slit until it found the aperture, then went inside. Since she was not responding, though, he found he could not bury it in one stroke. He hunched down further, then found he could enter her all the way. He became very excited with the warmth enveloping his instrument. He began to fuck his mother with slow sure stroking.
She moaned and muttered, still in her sodden stupor. Val began to like it. He pumped his cock in and out of her and she began to stir. "Val, wha-what are you doing?" she managed.
"Like it?" he asked.
"Oh, Val," she moaned. But she became caught up in his rhythms and soon her hips began to respond. This excited Val even more and he began concentrating so that he wouldn't ejaculate prematurely. He wanted his mother to remember this session. He was still angry with her because she had almost let herself be enjoyed by that Nevins bastard. Well, this night should let her know who was the boss. She better never bring anybody home again!
He drove into her with a fury then. The thought of Nevins made him lose all restraint. He jammed his cock into her in long strokes that went from her lips clear up to her womb. Laura was becoming more awake with every stroke and she could tell the difference in her son. She was more than a little apprehensive. Val was fucking her with a savagery that she hadn't expected. She gushed every time his big cock made its downstroke and filled her cunt with swollen hot flesh. She thrilled to his manliness. But underneath, she felt a tremor of fear. Val was using this act to tell her that he was her master and her mind rebelled at this. She must be free to do what she wanted, yet she had to acknowledge that she was under obligation to her son, a terrible obligation, now.
Had she had more strength, mental and physical, she would have thrown Val off her. But she became weaker with every stroke. The exquisite thrill of his cock throbbing over her clitoris was enough to turn her legs into jelly. Val was grinding into her with an animal-like intensity, wordless and strong. But every touch of him was thrilling to her and she was wracked with repeated orgasms of magnificent power. Her whole body quaked at this thrashing sex that was being wielded upon it by her son. She could no more have stopped him, then, than she could have stopped an earthquake.
Val seemed to sense his mother's reaction. She seemed to be excited but holding back. This only infuriated him more. He increased his sexual attack upon her, for that's what it amounted to. He drove his rod in her as far as it would go and he never let up for a second. Faster and faster, he fucked her until her body began to move totally in counterpoint to his. The slap of their bodies cracked through the room like distant thunderclaps.
Faster and faster he went, and Laura was caught up in the relentless rhythm of his love-making. She was drawn up with him and at the height of her greatest orgasm she screamed and dug her fingernails into Val's back. He felt the change and drove his cock in all the way as it exploded its sperm on the walls of her womb. He collapsed in her arms then, sated, as she gently stroked him back to earth.
"Mom, I love you so much," he said weakly, his head buried between her breasts.
"I know, Val," she said. "Perhaps too much."
He fell asleep after a while, still huddled in her arms as though he were a small child.
But Laura, despite her being inebriated, was unable to drop off right away. A wave of apprehension rose up in her breast as she thought of the evening. Val had protected her, she knew, but was this right? What would happen if she met a really decent man and especially one who wanted to marry her. She shuddered. It would be horrible if Val behaved anything like the way he did tonight. No, she was more than a little frightened of her son now. And of herself. She had started something that had grown bigger than she could have known. What she had created was larger than she or Val, separate or together. It threatened them both and at the moment she didn't know how to cope with it. Either it would run its course or...
But she didn't know. Val looked so helpless, now, asleep. But she remembered the savagery in his manner when Burt was there and the almost rapacious way he had taken her tonight. For the first time since she had seduced her son, Laura was afraid. Deathly afraid.
CHAPTER NINE
For the next few days things seemed to go along evenly at the Norris household, although one couldn't say normally. For the household had changed, even though none of its inhabitants were aware of the full extent of the changes. Val, for his part, thought that things would be as they were. He seriously thought that a crisis had been averted and that no more would ever come of it. Rena was happy and oblivious to the turmoil that had occurred with Burt Nevins' visit. Laura was the only one who felt the strange undercurrent of tension, that kept her slightly off balance. She maintained her composure with her children, however, especially with Val. She was nice to him as she was before, but wary, uncertain of how to handle him. She was very careful to handle him gently.
She apologized to Burt, but there was no salvaging that relationship. In a way she was glad, because it would have presented more problems had Burt persisted in pursuing her. She told him merely that her children were still touchy over men after the treatment their father had given her and he seemed to understand that there was, after all, no future for him with Laura Norris. He was too thick to understand the turmoil inside her and if he needed an affirmation of the end of their budding friendship it was soon apparent. Laura no longer went to their old haunts after work. Instead, she stopped at new bars, met new friends. But she was careful not to encourage any of the men she met. She was on the defensive and a great deal of hope for her own future seemed to have been buried or set aside.
She did continue her drinking, though. She didn't bring any liquor home very often. Instead, she would stop at neighborhood bars where she could enjoy male attention without running into Burt. She was attracted to another man at work, Hank Belitsky, but kept this to herself. He was unaware of her daydreams, however, because he was a hard worker and a loner whose job almost never brought him in contact with Laura. But she realized that she was trapped in her own home, now more than ever, and she quietly rebelled against her imprisonment without knowing just how to escape.
Val became even more arrogant than before. His triumph over Burt Nevins gave him a swagger that was evident to his mother, Rena, and his schoolmates. He became something of a bully at school and this was partly due to his sensitivity about his private life. If he didn't like the drift of the sometimes earthy conversations of his schoolmates, he was apt to take quick offense and mete out swift reprisals.
Rena was perhaps the more naive of the three. Her awakened sexuality didn't center on her brother as much as he would have wished. She enjoyed having sex with him, but she never considered it as anything more than a training ground, a source of problem-free pleasure. She had eyes on the boys at school and after her rapid maturity seemed a lot more grown up than she actually was. She was not intimidated, at first, by Val's demands and only had sex with him when she wanted it. He, as a matter-of-fact, didn't worry about this, because his sister was an outlet for sex only when his mother was not there.
But Val was not totally content either. While he had come to accept his unique status in the home, he was not totally satisfied with his status outside of the home. He had no close friends and was not able to develop meaningful relationships with the girls his own age. He was handicapped by his smug feeling of superiority and also by his fear of upsetting his little kingdom at home. He had the mistaken feeling that he was needed for sex by both his mother and his sister. There was also a built-in feeling that he might fail with a girl his own age. He didn't have the confidence to seek out new partners for sex, probably because he knew that his only basis for experience was a taboo relationship at home. So Val had his conflicts and they were considerable.
These conflicts became more upsetting in the days to come. After the Nevins incident he had neglected Rena somewhat because he had focused most of his attentions on his mother. Her near desertion of him for another man had greatly shaken his confidence. He unconsciously tried to firm up his relationship with his mother to the detriment of his attentions toward his sister. Rena didn't mind that he didn't come to her as often because, unlike him, she was interested in the boys her own age. One of them, Jim Eakens, liked her and they began a flirtation that soon had them both getting serious.
Val became aware of this by accident, one day. He had come home before Rena and as Laura was still at work, he was home alone. He had been sitting in the living room, watching television, when he heard a car drive up and stop. When he didn't hear a car door slam, he went to the window and looked out. He saw Rena sitting in the front seat with a boy he didn't know. He felt his blood run hot. He peered out from the curtain so as not to reveal that he was watching them. For a few moments, Rena and the boy just talked, then he noticed them getting closer and closer together. His blood boiled higher at this, but he stayed motionless behind the curtain. He then saw Rena lean over and kiss the boy. Then the boy took her in his arms and they necked passionately for several minutes. Val clenched his fists as jealousy for his sister blurred his vision and enveloped him in a crimson haze.
"That bitch," he muttered to himself. Still he watched while his sister and the boy, oblivious to neighbors or himself, messed around with each other in the car. He wanted to tear out of the house and jerk Rena out of the car, drag her back in the house and beat her up. He knew this would be a terrible mistake on further reflection, however, so he just stood there, blazing with a subdued anger. He knew he shouldn't feel this way, but he couldn't help himself. He thought of Rena as his exclusively, and the sight of the other boy out there was an injustice in his own mind.
"Damn Rena," he muttered again. He felt helpless standing there and yet it did some good. He was able to think about the situation much more calmly than if he were in the middle of it. What was he getting mad about, he asked himself. Rena was just doing what all girls her age did. But no, it did make him angry, because he was jealous. He was afraid Rena would go farther with that boy, would fuck him. This thought made Val's anger flame up again. But he couldn't interfere with Rena as he had his mother, could he?
He decided not to let Rena know that he had seen her out in the car necking with that creep.
Not yet. It would be hard, he knew, to keep his information to himself, but he would. It might blow everything. Rena wasn't his mother and she wasn't half drunk. It could get damned ugly. Fuck her, anyway. She wasn't worth it. He began to think of his sister as a little slut. Now that he had broken her in, she was probably out trying to fuck every guy she could. Well, he'd teach her a fucking lesson, damn her! She couldn't pull that shit on him!
He saw them breaking up and Val quickly left the window and went back to the couch. He sat there watching the TV set, but not seeing anything while his thoughts whirled. Was she coming in? It was sure as hell taking her a long enough time. He wrung his hands and at the same time tried to look relaxed for when she came in through the door. It seemed hours before he heard the car door slam. Then it seemed hours more before the guy gunned his engine and then roared off up the street. Eternities later, he heard her footsteps, then the door opening.
"Oh, hi, Val," she said airily as she came in. "I didn't know anybody was home."
"Yeah, hi. Just me. Mom's still at work."
"Yeah, I know." She waltzed on by him and went into her room. Val sat there, grinding his teeth, wanting to shout at her and maybe give her a slap on the mouth. He tried to stay cool. He waited until he thought it was okay and then got up and walked casually back to her room. He didn't know what he was going to do, but at least wanted to see what she was doing. The jealousy of the other boy still hovered at the corners of his mind. He opened the door to her room. He had been so quiet in coming that he startled her. She was in her slip.
"Oh, Val, you scared me," she said. She looked so damned innocent, he thought.
"Just wanted to see what you were doing," he said. He went over and sat on the bed. Rena became suddenly self-conscious. He watched her closely as she rummaged in a drawer for her jeans. "Don't put anything on yet," he said huskily.
She looked at him. His eyes had a funny look to them. "How come?"
"Well, maybe I don't want you to," he said.
"Come on, Val, don't get into that," she said. She knew what he was thinking. Her mind was still on Jim Eakens. She was excited over their heavy necking that had left her juices stirring without any real satisfaction. Oh, they hadn't done anything much, but she knew it was only a matter of time. Jim wanted her and this ride home was just one of the preliminaries. She didn't want Val to know about it, though.
"Why not?" he asked, hoping that his suspicions didn't show in his voice.
"Well, you know. We shouldn't mess around all the time."
"We don't," he said evenly, holding back his anger mixed with desire.
"We do enough."
He looked at her breasts underneath her slip. He looked at her bare legs and naked feet. He was very excited. He wanted her. There was a growing bulge in his pants. He wanted to fuck her right then. In her slip. He could see the outline of her panties and that excited him. "Come here," he ordered.
"Val, come on. Not now."
"Don't give me any shit, Rena! Now!"
"Man, you're really pushy, aren't you? What if I don't want to?"
"Make it easy on yourself. I'm hot, Rena."
"Oh, shit!"
He got up from the bed and unzipped his pants. Rena watched him, half disgusted with his manner.
He took out his half-hard cock and showed it to her. "Come here," he said again.
"Do you have to be so crude about it?" she asked.
"Then come here," he said inanely.
She could see that it was going to be no use arguing with him. Besides, she was still warmed up from the petting she had had with Jim. She didn't want Val, though, not really. But he was acting funny. Showing his penis like that. She came over to him. He took her in his arms and pulled her against his hard cock.
"Feel it?" he husked.
"Yes, I feel it."
"Would you like it inside you?"
"Oh, damn you. Yes. If you want to."
He kissed her hard on the mouth and bent her back. His cock was rubbing right up against her cunt. He liked the feel and rustle of her slip against his clothes. Her smell excited him because he knew she had been with another boy, kissing him, perhaps feeling his crotch, touching him in private places. He could feel her body gradually yield to him, mold itself to his own. He kissed her more tenderly, then, his tongue searching for hers. He found it and her own tongue responded, jabbing back, nicking tip to tip, curling underneath, bringing saliva to their mouths like the juices that flowed from their secret places.
"Mmmmm," she moaned, her body pressing against his more firmly.
His hand went down to her leg, lifted up her slip and encountered her panties. The feel of her vaginal mound made his cock strain as it rose higher in tumescence. He rubbed his hand up and down the hardness of her bony ridge. He slid his hand alongside her panties where they held tight against her crotch. He pushed aside the nylon and his finger found the crevice.
"Oh, Val," she murmured, breaking her kiss for a moment as they stood there embraced.
His finger slipped past the thick flesh of her cleft and found the moist slit and the contracted orifice of her cunt. He dabbled it inside and the suction took over, bringing his finger to her dormant clit. Abrasively he fingered it until it stood rigid, twanging silently like a guitar string that is only felt and reverberates unheard somewhere in velvet depths.
Rena felt the reverberations in her body. The twanging of her clit sent shock waves all through her flesh. The memory of Jim was gone; replaced by the all-pervading presence of her brother with his finger up inside her, touching that marvelous magic button that brought her so much exquisite pleasure. Her love oils flowed like spring freshets, lubricating her for his more serious entrance later on. She clung to him like a wanton, feeling the hard prod of his cock leaking pre-coital fluid against her bare leg.
When Val tired of his digital manipulations, he moved Rena around so that her back was to her bed. Then he bent her over so that her buttocks rested on the edge. That is, Rena was half on and half off the bed. Val undressed while she waited for his next move. He did it quickly, then went to his knees. He pulled her panties down and threw them several feet away. Rena started to pull her slip off over her head.
"No," he told her. "Leave it on."
Puzzled, Rena looked at him, but she let the nylon tricot full slip slide back down her body. Sitting on the edge of the bed, the hem fell just below the "Y" where her legs met her torso. Val looked at her for a long moment. Her bare shoulders, bare legs were accented by the white slip. Her breasts swelled underneath the bodice. The twin pelvic bones framed her soft rounded tummy. He got up and put his hand on her love mound again, rubbing the length of it outside of her slip. Rena shuddered at the delight of his touch. Then he lifted her slip so that her cunt was visible. He rubbed it the same way now that it was exposed. He knelt again and kissed her on the tummy.
Rena squealed with delight. "Oooooh, you turn me on," she said.
Val's erection waved at her as he stood up again. "Just stay there on the edge like that," he said. He straddled her and she reached out with both hands for his swollen member. He waddled in between her legs and she put the head of his big cock to her pussylips.
"Can you do it this way?" she asked.
"I'm going to try."
"I'll help." She pushed upward with her vagina and his cock's head slid along her cleft, sending electrified current through every nerve in her body. She pulled his cock up and down on the moistened slit. Val smiled at her. It felt good. The tender warhead tingled at this affectionate handling. The best part of it for both of them was that they could see everything that went on. It brought excitement to both of them
Rena loved the feel of his big cock in her hand. She had taken one away and was rubbing his member into her velvety cunt with the other. Looking at its hugeness and feeling its contact on her sensitive lips made her nerve ends dance like corn tassels in the wind. Val was delighted that she had taken this initiative and his previous angry thoughts about her faded away with the excitement of her touch and her manipulation.
"You can do that all day long," he said, "and I won't mind."
"Feel good?"
"Delicious."
He gave a pump and his cock poked hard against the top of her slit, going a little deeper as she pulled it down the crevice.
"Better," she said, looking at the way his organ settled into her groove.
He could barely contain his excitement as she slid his malehood up and down, up and down the lubricated runner. He began to pump a little, jabbing her, his pecker bouncing as it went. Rena spread her legs wider. Her slip slid down so that it touched her hand and his cock. The silky feel of the fabric on his member brought him further excitement. She pulled the slip up with her other hand, but Val knew it would fall down once she took her hand away and he entered her.
Rena ached for him to fill her love tunnel. His prick had become a tease to all the waiting fibers of flesh just inside where she dabbled it. She pulled on his cock each time it passed her hole, trying to get him to stick it in. Val, too, was now ready to fuck her. His back ached from the half-crouched position he was in. The next time Rena pulled on his member, he pushed and it sank into the steaming orifice. Rena gave a gasp and felt her insides gush with new soakings.
"Wow," she said.
She took her hand away and let him arc his cock into her all the way. Her slip did slide down her tummy until it fell on his sliding organ. He leaned over her body so his body was covering her. She bore the brunt of his weight but he felt no heavier than a feather on top of her. That big cock of his was slipping in and out of her cunt like a piston, oiled and hot, smooth and maddening as it twanged her clit.
Val looked at Rena and was suffused with love for her. Her eyes were glazed, her lips half open, her neck stretched taut. She was resting on her elbows and Val lay on her. his arms straight out as props on the bed. He drove his cock in and out with measured rhythm, knowing that each stroke made Rena headier, more electrified with his presence. The silk feel of her slip on his organ added new zest to his love-making. He looked down at her plump legs and could just see his cock under the lace hem of the slip. The concealment of her pussy was tantalizing, sexier than anything he had ever known.
Val deliberately went slow so as to prolong both their pleasures. He knew Rena was getting to the point of her first orgasm because her breathing was coming in shallow quick drafts, timed to his thrusts. For himself, drawing his shaft in and out of her was an exquisite joy, by far the most enjoyable sex he had had yet. The slip she wore, for some reason he couldn't quite fathom, made his pleasure quick and aching with a hint of mystery and not a little of forbidden pleasure. Had she been naked, he probably would have gotten his rocks off and that would have been it. But the slip stayed him, gave him control, made him the master of her. He looked down at his cock sliding in and out underneath the slip, disappearing between her legs. There was a remarkably delightful tactile pleasure from the soft whispering of the nylon on his naked flesh, as well.
Rena, too, enjoyed the variety inherent in this sexual act with her brother. She could feel the undercurrent of difference. The slight pressure of Val's body on hers, with the slip in between, gave their fuck all the aspects of a quiet and almost solemn rape. It was as if he had discovered her in her room half dressed and taken her by force, only in this case the force was implied. Because Val was gentle and slow with her, she was passive with him. She enjoyed seeing his organ disappear under her slip and the feeling of it as it slid up her love tunnel. She felt the first stings of orgasm, the quick taking up of her body as his cock thrummed her clit sending sparks along the feather edges of her nerves. Quick flashes of lightning seemed to scurry over and through her body like will-o-the-wisp, certain little ignitions that raced through her blood, tingling in her veins and capillaries.
She looked up at his determined face every so often. She could see his love mingled with the concentration. She wanted him to know that she loved him too. She wanted him to see how happy she was with his cock stabbing in and out of her. She wanted him to see her face every time one of those love spasms wracked her body. Her hips began to move in a slow rocking motion, up and down and in a gentle circle, grinding ever so slowly as he impaled her on his sex lance. She watched his face for a reaction and could see that he liked this new little twist she was giving to their lovemaking. She wished he weren't so far away, propped up like that over her, but she liked the way his cock touched everything inside her. She liked how deep it went and how it felled her with its heat.
Rena had started the pills a week ago. She hadn't told Val about it and suddenly she remembered. She half smiled as a shudder overtook her. "You can come inside me, Val," she said.
"What?"
"I said, it's all right. You can leave it in."
"I can?"
"Uh huh. I'm protected."
"The pill? What?"
"Uh huh. The pill. It's okay. I want you to."
"Jesus." He rammed her hard and she came like an explosion from a gun.
This new bit of news added still another dimension to their lovemaking. Val smiled, unable to conceal his obvious excitement. It would be so good to stay in there this time ... to stay where it was warm and tender as he did with his mother. He was very proud of Rena and very happy that she had done this for him. This made it certain that she had been thinking of him. He felt sorry now that he had doubted her. That boy was nothing, just another dude out for kicks. She had taken the pill for him, to increase his pleasure. He lay on her a moment and kissed her in gratitude. Rena kept her hips moving up and down as he kissed her. It felt wonderful.
He pushed her farther up on the bed. Rena gladly slid up and they didn't break their connection as he slid along with her, fucking her every inch of the way. He pushed her slip up out of the way for the finish. He didn't want any hindrance when he went all the way in his final drive toward his own orgasm. The bed sank under their weight and he began fucking her in earnest, the play over. He was totally absorbed in her. Her face was next to his and he almost smothered her with his own body.
"That's it, Val," she said. "Fuck me good now."
"I will," he said. He increased his rhythm, socking his meat in and out of her slick smooth hole with a veritable vengeance. Despite his weight, Rena responded with her own hip and thigh motions, now grinding, now pumping, so that his organ flayed around inside her like a maddened battering ram. It seemed to her that not a square millimeter of her flesh escaped his probing. It was a totally exquisite experience and it seemed to both of them that they were finally one person.
In a matter of moments he was at the point of climax. His strokes were very short now because he wanted to stay deep inside her. He put his organ all the way up in her and pumped with furious jabs until his sperm began to boil and finally explode in her womb like flaming lava. Rena attained her orgasm at the exact instant as he and this was quickly followed by another and still another. She held him inside her for a very long time, not wanting to release him. He made a few more ineffectual pumps, but his energy had been spent. The head of his prick was extremely tender and he winced as it withdrew?
"Oh, Val, you took my breath away," she murmured, after he had tumbled out.
"That was the best ever, Rena."
"I know. Outta sight."
They both laughed. He plopped beside her and ran his hand over her firm soft belly. She was all his now, he felt. She had to be. No one could ever fuck her like that. No one but he . could ever make her this happy.
"Rena," he said, then paused.
"Huh?"
"Rena, you know I don't want you messing around with anybody else."
"What?"
"Well, you know. I'm kind of jealous. I want to be your only man."
"Well, you are."
"I mean all the time."
She didn't answer. What could she say? She liked him for saying that he was jealous, but she was apprehensive about his restriction. At the moment she certainly didn't want any other boy, but, like wow, all the time. She didn't know. She just didn't know. She patted his hand on her belly as if to reassure him. Val smiled to himself. He was certain that he had laid down the terms and that she had accepted. But Rena wasn't sure at all, though, and she kept this to herself.
CHAPTER TEN
It was nearing summer vacation and Val was anxious to get his grades up. His marks had slipped last semester and he was earnestly trying to bring them up, primarily because his mother expected it of him. He was warned that perhaps he wouldn't be able to do "other things" if he did not take the time to study.
Nothing more was mentioned concerning the Burt Nevins incident and he realized that he had strengthened his hold over her. But she was still his mother and he could only get by with so much insubordination. The grades were something he had to attend to and he preferred to do this after school hours in the library so that he wouldn't be distracted by being home alone with Rena.
Rena quickly became bored being home alone, with no Val to give her the attention she had come to expect. So, she had welcomed the further pursuit of her charms by Jim Eakens, despite Val's veiled threats to her about boyfriends. She and Jim had been up to some very heavy necking and she had let him know that if his timing were right she wouldn't put up much resistance if he wanted to go all the way. This was fuel to Jim's ever-increasing ardor and he fully planned to put the make on Rena the first chance he got.
Jim was not a precocious boy, but he had passed puberty and liked Rena a hell of a lot. A lanky blonde boy, he was a great deal like Val, except that he was in the upper ten percent of his class. Shy and studious, he was not attractive to most girls, but Rena had seen something of his loneliness, perhaps, and was drawn to him. Jim lived with his widowed father and it was a boring existence. Rena was the closest he had ever gotten to a girl and he was like a puppy around her. She could snap her fingers and he would do her bidding, Rena enjoyed this part of their relationship too, partly because she felt so dominated by Val. He was a few months older than Rena so she enjoyed her apparent superiority over him.
While she felt sorry for Jim, he reminded her of her own innocence of a few months before and she would have sworn that he was a virgin. In this she was correct, although Jim didn't make a point of broadcasting it. Still, he had said enough so that she knew what his sexual status was. So it was that they had come together and found needs within each other so that they were both comfortable with one another and curious as to how and when "it" would happen. Jim had become like a young dog hanging around a bitch in heat. He wanted Rena and he was fairly certain that she wanted him. He was doing his best to see that he kept her warmed up enough in the front seat of his car so that she would remember him when he dropped her off at her home.
There was something peculiar about Rena that he had not noticed, however. She didn't let him bring her right to her door since that first: day. Until lately. He didn't know the reason for this, because she didn't give him any. He supposed it was because she didn't want to get a bad reputation with the neighbors or something. Anyway, the last couple of days she had let him drive her home, although she had not let him kiss her or touch her within a few blocks of the house.
But today, not only had she allowed him to drive her home, but she had invited him in. He was walking on air as they went inside. Rena, though, had known that Val would study at the school library for at least two hours and she had felt safe. She didn't know exactly what she was going to do with Jim, but she at least wanted to show him more than he had noticed in the short trips after school in his car. She wanted him to know that she was a lot more passionate than he probably thought she was. Without Val around to put a damper on her endeavors, she felt sure that she could give Jim a hint, at least, about what she expected from him.
"Want a Coke or something?" she asked Jim when they got to the living room.
"Hey, sounds wild," he said, sitting on the couch. He didn't really want one, but he didn't want to seem too anxious to neck again with Rena.
She brought Cokes from the refrigerator and sat down next to Jim. They each took a sip and then Jim leaned back.
"Your pad's outta sight," he said, conversationally. "Just you and your brother and mom live here?"
"Uh huh."
There was a long pause while Rena looked at Jim. He cleared his throat and tapped his fingers on the back of the couch. Finally, Rena could stand the awkwardness no longer. She knew she didn't have all the time in the world. "Are you going to kiss me, Jim?" she asked bluntly.
"Well, gee, yeah," he said, moving toward her, his face a beet crimson.
The minute their lips made contact, Rena scooted closer to him. She wanted him to get his hands on her as quickly as possible. She made sure that one of her breasts touched him on his chest. Her kiss was wet and passionate with her tongue performing pirouettes and arabesques inside his mouth. She could almost feel Jim get hot as her tongue worked against his, jabbing, undercurling and overlapping with urgent abandon.
Jim's pulse leaped a dozen beats at the aggressiveness of Rena's attack. He hadn't expected that she would plunge right in but he was determined to take advantage of it. His hands began to knead her shoulders as he kissed her, returning tongue feint for tongue feint. He pulled her into him, feeling the softness of her breast against his ribs. Her mouth seemed to be steaming. Her body was so pliable he felt that he could do anything he wanted with Rena. The bulge in his pants grew as his maleness became apparent.
Rena allowed herself to go limp in Jim's arms. She wanted him to think that he could do anything with her that he wanted. She was hot with desire for him and hoped that he would hurry. If not, she decided, she would help him through all of the preliminary decisions. For the moment, however, she let him have his head, let herself be pliable in his eager hands. She was hot and she hoped that she could communicate to him just how hot she was.
Jim sensed that Rena wanted more than a sexy French kiss this time. She seemed to be putty in his hands. He sent a tentative hand down from her shoulder to her breast. He touched it and she didn't draw away. He grew bolder and touched more of it and still she was compliant. He took the breast in his palm and began to knead it gently. She moaned in his arms and he took it for an affirmative sign.
Their petting got heavier and heavier. Jim's hand was grinding into Rena's breast and their kiss had so much suction in it that they could hardly breathe fresh air except through their nostrils. But Rena wished Jim would throw her back on the couch and fuck her. She wanted him to overwhelm her so that she could be the passive one, not the aggressor. But knowing Jim, she was afraid that he didn't have that much courage. But she knew how to give it to him. Her hand found its way down to his crotch. He nearly jumped a foot when she touched his hard cock that was bulging like a hungry python underneath his pants. She grabbed what she could of it and gave it a sure steady squeeze.
Jim's heart jumped up into his throat. Rena really wanted it! He almost fainted from this bold touch of hers. If she only knew how exquisite that touch was; how it made him feel! He wanted her so badly now he could feel it all through his body. But he didn't know what he was supposed to do next. He tried to kiss her harder but that was impossible. They had already exhausted all of the possibilities of oral kissing. He felt her turn resilient in his embrace and he pushed her so that they both fell; she backward, he on top of her. She had to release her hold on his joint and their position was awkward.
"Oh, Jim," she moaned, because their kiss, too, had been broken.
"Rena," he breathed.
But he sat back up and she, bewildered, sat up, too. He had had his chance, why didn't he go further, press his advantage ? She was slightly annoyed, somewhat disgusted with his lack of balls. She straightened her hair as though it had been an accident that they had fallen over together. Shit! What now ? They looked at each other.
"I-I guess we got carried away," Jim said.
"I guess so," she agreed. Damn him! What did she have to do? Rape him?
"I-I'm sorry," he said.
"Why? You didn't do anything." She meant that.
"I guess I'm getting a little hot," he said. "Me, too. Don't you want to."
"Get hot?"
"Well, that. And, well, you know?"
He struggled with a soft lump in his throat. It was hard to breathe. He was sure he knew what she meant, but he wasn't sure. Damn, it was getting so complicated. He hadn't expected this. Her hand had touched his cock, though. That was real. That was a sign that she was receptive. He kissed her again, to keep from talking, to find time to think. She eagerly received his tongue and wetly returned his kiss, her mouth wide open. Her hand groped for his crotch again. This time there was no doubt in his mind. She wanted him to go all the way!
Her hand found his bent knob again and squeezed it hard. She could feel it grow at her touch. She fumbled for the buttons on his jeans. They were so tight she couldn't get one free easily. She rubbed his cock which was bent almost double in the confinement of his pants. She pulled hard on one of the buttons and it came free. Quickly, urgently, she undid two more buttons, then her fingers forced their way inside, encountering the cloth of his shorts. Pulling the shorts, she managed to get inside them and find the warm hard flesh of Jim's cock.
She straightened it out and pulled it partially free of his shorts and jeans. It emerged at an angle, but she was able to clasp it in her hand. Finally, she breathed to herself. She wanted to look at it, but Jim was kissing her so hard it would look slutty for her to break it off and gaze down at him. So she pulled on his cock and stretched it out as much as she could. Her loins ached with her own need. She wanted his cock to delve between her legs and assuage the itching that made her vagina contract and expand with an unfulfilled desire.
Jim's hand went to her breast again, pressing it in a circular motion. Was that all he knew how to do ? She took his hand away and brought it down to her lap. Now, dammit, maybe he would get the idea that she had something between her legs too. She pulled on his cock with a wrench that brought a curse to his lips.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Jim. Did I hurt you?" She gasped for air once the kiss was broken.
"Uh, no, just gave me a-a funny feeling is all."
"Do you like this?" she asked. "Uh huh."
She jacked his cock up and down a few times. His hand lay in her lap, more near her tummy than her pussy. She wished he would get it up under her miniskirt. That was where she ached so much, where she needed his touch! She took his hand again and put it down on her thigh. He squeezed the flesh there and she thought, finally, he was going to get the idea. She jacked him fast a couple more times. "Put your hand on me," she whispered urgently. He awkwardly moved it toward her nest slightly. "Higher," she said, hating herself for having to be so commanding. But the big jerk was doing nothing important
Jim moved his hand up her leg to her panties. His cock jumped with the new surge of blood that coursed its length. He felt the softness of the material and, fumbling badly, he brought his fingers to her mound. She was damp where her love fluids had leaked through, damp and steaming.
Rena gave her vagina a shove into Jim's hand. His touch was maddening. She wanted him to put his finger inside her, but she wasn't sure he was getting the message. But no, he had moved his hand and was now trying to get inside. She spread her legs so that he would have as little hindrance as possible. Jim ran his hand down along the lining and got it just inside the tight-fitting underwear. The feel of her flesh was like the burning of a firebrand on his hand. The kinky pubic hairs were a new experience for him. She scooted sideways so that he would get his hand where it counted. She still maintained her tight grip on his now fully erected prick. She squeezed it spasmodically to keep his interest high, but she was mainly concerned about his hand. She wished he would just rip off her panties and throw a fuck to her without any of this preliminary bullshit. She was so hot she could hardly stand it.
Jim represented a new freedom to her. He was an extension of experience. There was no lessening of her feelings for her brother, but she wanted more. She wanted to be loved by someone else. Perhaps it was proof that she needed, proof of normalcy, proof that she was desirable to different boys, not just her brother. She hoped Jim would take her and give her what she needed. She was glad that she had picked someone like him but wished he were at least slightly more aggressive. She had no doubt of his masculinity nor of his desire for her-it was just his damned fumbling that drove her up the wall. She knew that Val wouldnt' have acted this way. He would have gone on in and made her right there, panties or not. Rena wished she didn't have them on. She knew a lot of girls at school didn't wear panties and now she was beginning to see why. It made things a hell of a lot easier when you didn't have much time and when you wanted to get fucked real badly. But it was too late for that now. She had them on and she would know better next time. Damn Jim, why didn't he hurry!
She leaned back a little so that her skirt came up higher. Now Jim could see her thighs, bare and inviting, and the mound underneath her panties where his hand was trying to do something strange and new to his experience. Her new position helped Jim a little. He was now able to pull her panties out a little farther at the crotch so that his hand had more room to move. He could feel the twin folds of her cunt. Some of the moisture was still seeping out and it added to his excitement. He managed to part her lips with his middle finger but had to scoot around closer to her for leverage. She held on to his cock, rubbing it up and down slowly.
"Why don't you take my panties off?" she said.
He gulped and looked at her. He took his hand out of her panties as though it was on fire. She had to release her hold on his member while he shifted position again. She stuck out her legs and he ineptly pulled her panties down a little distance.
"All the way off," she said.
"Okay." He managed to get them off and then didn't know what to do with them. He finally stuffed them between the cushions on the couch. Her pussy stared at him. She spread her legs wider to show him what she wanted. He had never seen a vagina close up before, only in magazines and once or twice his mother's at a distance. Now he gazed at Rena's almost reverently. His hard continued to stay up and when he hesitated, Rena grabbed it again and pulled him closer to her. When he still didn't take any initiative, she took his hand again and put it on top of her love mound.
"Now do it," she said.
He knew what she meant, somehow. He parted her lips with his finger and managed to insert it a little ways. The suction of her cunt surprised him. He finger-fucked her in and out, but to Rena's annoyance he wasn't touching her clitoris.
"Deeper," she said. "Come on, you won't hurt me."
"This is new to me," he blurted. "Me, too," she lied. "But you've got me so hot, Jim."
Her words reassured him and he poked his finger inside her a little further, finally finding the clit, although he didn't know what he was doing. Rena, happy at last, jerked his rod up and down. Jim shuddered.
"Do you want to fuck me?" she asked.
Jim hesitated. "I-I'm scared, I guess," he said.
"Well, we don't have too much time," she said.
"I guess that's why I'm scared. I'm afraid somebody will come in."
Rena was silent. This had put a damper on her feelings too. They had been heavy at it for too long a time.
"Well, if you're not, at least keep doing what you're doing."
He finger-fucked her, deeper this time, with longer strokes. Rena got excited again because his finger was touching her love button, bringing her all the electric sensations that she dug. She began jacking Jim off, her hand tighter on his cock, moving up and down its length faster and faster. In a few moments, Jim gave a little cry and stopped his fingerfucking. He shuddered and his milky sperm came shooting out of his cock. It spouted out straight up into the air and fell all over Rena's cunt, her miniskirt, blouse and chin. She was disappointed. She had been about to come herself when he had reached orgasm. Now he had made a mess of things. She got up and tried to stop his spurting. She had never seen so much come before. It was all over everything.
Jim wore an expression of complete subjugation on his face. A wistful smile played on his lips. His jaw hung slack and his eyes were wide and unbelieving. "Man," was all he could say.
Rena was halfway disgusted with him. She rummaged around for her panties and began wiping up the spots where his sperm had flecked the couch. "I've got to clean this up," she said. She went into the bathroom and threw her panties in the clothes hamper. Then she ran cold water over a washcloth and brought it into the living room. Jim had put his penis back in his jeans and was buttoning up. Rena gave him a look of disgust and began wiping away the traces of their masturbation session. Her clothes were spotted with it, too.
"I-I'm sorry it got all over," Jim said.
"Well, never mind. It couldn't be helped. I hope you're happy." This last she said with a sarcastic inflection.
"I-I guess so. I, well, that never happened to me before."
"Maybe next time you'll do something different, huh?"
"Yeah. Gee Rena, I feel so small."
She finished wiping up and went back to the bathroom, throwing the cloth in the hamper. Then she went to her room and changed her clothes quickly and came back into the living room. Jim was still standing there like a fool. She felt sorry for him.
"There, now," she said. "Everything's back to normal."
"Yeah. Maybe I better go home," he said.
She wanted him to go, but not before she gave him a reminder that she still wanted more than he had given her. She went to him and put her arms around him. She raised up on her tiptoes and kissed him. He kissed her back.
"Later," she said. Her hand went to his crotch and felt for his prick. It was soft, but she found the lump and gave it a squeeze. "Think of me," she whispered.
"I will," he said.
It was then that they heard the door open. Rena's blood froze. She whirled, jerking her hand away from Jim's crotch and saw Val standing there, his eyes blazing. Jim coughed and stood there like a post. His face was strawberry with Rena's lipstick swatches all over it.
"What the hell..." Val said.
"Hi, Val," Rena said, her throat constricted with a nameless fear.
"Get the hell out of here," Val said to Jim. "That your brother."
"Yes, that's Val, Jim."
"Hey, man, Rena invited me here," he told Val.
"I don't give a fuck if the president invited you. Get your ass out of here!" Val threw his books down on the chair by the door and came at Jim with his fists clenched.
"Why, you little punk," Jim said, angry now.
"Who're you callin' a punk?" asked Val, wading into Jim with his fists flying. The force of his rush caught Jim off guard and he fell back under the onslaught. Val gave him no chance to recover. He was on him like a tiger, fists smashing into flesh and bone. Rena began yelling at them to stop but neither boy heard her.
Vainly, Jim tried to ward off Val but he was ineffectual in the face of the smaller and younger boy's fury. He half stood and Val waded in again, his fists connecting with Jim's face. The older boy's nose began to bleed, sputtering out the crimson liquid until the lower part of his face was drenched.
"Stop it,Val!" Rena screamed and this time she was heard.
Val stopped, his fists still clenched white in anger. "Get out of here, you sonofabitch!" he shouted at Jim.
Jim got his handkerchief out of his pocket and began dabbing at the blood dripping from his nose. He hurt all over and he wanted no more of Rena's brother.
"I-I'm going," he said.
"Val, you're a-a bastard!" Rena said, and ran from the room.
Jim stumbled across the floor and out the door, groggy.
Val followed him and slammed the door behind him. He was shaking now that his fury was spent. Why had he let himself lose control like that ? He knew it was because that guy had called him a punk. And because he knew Rena and he had been fooling around. For how long? Not long enough, he was sure. But he didn't like it. He didn't like it a damned bit. He stormed into Rena's room and found her on the side of the bed, trembling with her own anger.
"Why, Val, why? Can't you leave me alone?"
"I don't like you messing with that sonofabitch. I warned you before. I don't like him. He's a no-good bastard."
"He isn't," she wailed. "He's nice and you ruined it. Dammit, you ruined it!" She began sobbing, then, and Val was overcome with compassion.
He went to her. "Look, I'm sorry, Rena. I just lost control when he called me a punk, that's all. Don't cry."
She looked up at him then. She knew she was hopelessly ensnarled by Val's jealousy. She was sorry that he had spoiled it. She knew Jim would hate her now. She collapsed on the bed, burying her face in her hands, weeping.
Val lay beside her and put his arm around her.
"Please, Rena. I said I was sorry. Don't cry anymore. I-I'll apologize to that guy if you want me to."
Rena was touched by his words, but she knew it was too late. In her heart she knew what was done couldn't be undone. She was weak and couldn't fight her brother anymore.
Later, she felt even sorrier for herself. Val had made her swear that she loved him and no one else. He had also made her affirm it by doing something she had never done before. The bad part of it was that she had enjoyed it, part of it, anyway. Val was so cruel. But he was strong too. He had made her suck him off and he had come in her mouth. That, he told her, would prove to him that she didn't give a damn about that other guy. So she had done it and knew, more than ever, that as long as Val was that way, she could never have a life of her own. She wondered how long it would last. That night, she wept alone.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Summer came and school was over for Rena and Val. The undercurrent of unseen tension in the Norris home had not increased, nor had it diminished appreciably. Certain changes were manifest, however, and these were most noticeable in Rena and her mother. Rena kept her thoughts to herself, but her disposition had become irritable more often than not. There was no one to whom she could turn and she was careful not to let Val know how disappointed she now was in their relationship. Yet she was afraid of him and too much dominated by him to refuse his sexual demands. He never seemed to mind, though, if she spent the night with Linda or one of her other girl friends and, although she was mildly curious about this, she never questioned it. She was too glad to escape from his overpowering presence. She was careful at first, not to do anything but spend the night with her friends, but gradually she came to see these nocturnal sojourns as a way to break free of Val's jealous scrutiny. She saw other boys and when she told them that her mother wouldn't allow boys over because she worked, they accepted her explanation. She hadn't formed any serious attachments, because she was still afraid. The summer, for her, meant something more important, however.
Rena had been invited to stay at the beach for most of the summer with Linda and her parents. She had had no trouble getting permission from her mother. Val had given her a lot of dirty looks and some argument, but finally had said he didn't care. He just warned her that he would expect everything to be the same when she returned in August. Relieved, Rena had packed her things, bought a new bathing suit and beach togs and prepared to go off with Linda for a summer away from the tensions of home.
Laura had no such luck. It was she who had been changed the most. She was feeling the nameless pressures of her home life and yet did not attribute it to Val and his possessiveness as much as she should have. The Burt Nevins incident was unmentioned, but its aftermath of distrust was still between them. Val was not as demanding of her as he had been at first and she had no idea that this was due to Rena more than anything. She didn't associate the fact that she and her son almost never had relations except when Rena was gone, primarily because this was the way she wanted it and the only time when she felt safe having sex with her son.
She often thought about what she had done and regretted it. She knew that she had seduced him in moments of extreme weakness. She also realized, finally, that she had awakened something in Val that was terrifying. He wasn't just a kid anymore. He was the man of the house and knew it. He stood firm in his position and this gave Laura a feeling of claustrophobia. This feeling was most often noticeable after work when she knew she had to come home to Val. She hadn't analyzed it in any psychological way because she didn't know of these things. She just knew that sometimes she would feel her throat constrict and would have to have a drink before she could go home. She would have trouble breathing and this would only disappear when she'd had a few drinks to relax her. She drank more frequently now than she ever had in her life. She didn't get drunk, but she drank every day. It was an insidious form of poisoning and would lead to alcoholism in a few years. But Laura was unaware of this, too. She still thought of her drinking as something casual, almost necessary. It relaxed her and she didn't have to face things inside herself that were best left alone.
Burt Nevins had been fired for drinking at the bindery so this helped clear her mind somewhat. She didn't know where he had gone and didn't care. It was a lessening of tension for her. She still liked Hank Belitsky and they had talked a few times. She found out that he was a widower and still in shock over his wife's death. She knew he didn't date other women and that he was a bowler and liked beer on weekends.
Summer meant something different to Laura. It meant a chance to straighten out things with Val, she hoped. With Rena going away to the beach, she saw it as a chance to come to a definite understanding about both of their futures. She just prayed that she would have the courage to lay it on the line, to try, as a mother, to direct Val's interests toward girls of his own age. He was a man in experience, if not in age, and yet she knew he had no girl friends. Indeed, this worried her a great deal yet she hadn't dared bring it up before. Once, when she had casually mentioned it, he had flown into a rage and said that he didn't want anyone except her and that had been that.
But this had given Laura that same claustrophobic feeling that she had after work. She had looked, briefly, inside his soul and what she had seen terrified her. She had never mentioned it again. But this summer, she must mention it. She must talk to Val very seriously about the implications of their continued sex together. Lord knows he made her happy and she had no other outlet, but therein lay the heart of the problem. She was sure that if she were allowed to date other men that she could fill that emptiness left by Red's desertion and the one to come when Val crept out from under her tormented wing. Yes, she was looking forward to Rena's leaving and thanked her lucky stars that Linda had given her this golden opportunity.
School got out on Wednesday and Rena was to leave for the beach the following Wednesday. On the Monday after school got out, Laura received the final papers on her divorce from Red's attorney. She had been expecting them, but they were a blow to her nonetheless. When she got home from work the thick letter had been waiting for her. Nervously, she opened it up and saw the final dissolution of her marriage to John Norris, her "Jack" and her "Red," written out in cold legal language. She was no longer married. She was a divorcee, one of those animals that all men talked about and knew about.
She felt like a castaway. It was Red who had gotten the divorce. She would probably never have had gumption enough to go through with something like that on her own. Seeing the papers, and the charges, she felt dirty and cheated. It was all so unfair. He had accused her of incompatibility. No mention of desertion. No mention of anything except community property and child support. Well, that was one thing she could be happy about. The extra money would help. Red hadn't sent a dime in all this time and she wondered if he would now, when a court had ordered it. She doubted it, but if not, she promised herself, she would see to it that the court was notified. She could do this much now that he had slapped her face for the last time.
The impact of the divorce took some time to sink in, but the effect on Laura was of mixed emotions and a deep feeling of depression. It hit her with full force on the day that Rena was to leave for the beach with Linda. Laura had said her good-byes to her daughter that morning and knew she wouldn't be seeing her the rest of the summer. She had made her promise to write and she had a phone number, but it wasn't the same. That day she was told they had a big shipment to prepare so she would have to work overtime. She called Val at 4 and told him she wouldn't be home until after 10 that evening. This was on her break and Rena hadn't arrived home from her last-minute shopping when she called. This, along with a terrible hangover, further depressed her, but she knew that more than ever now, she needed her job.
Val took his mother's message and grunted with satisfaction. That meant that he could have Rena one more time before she left for the summer. He and Rena both knew about the divorce and had seen their mother get plastered the night before. It was upsetting to all of them and Val was still peeved because his mother had been hung over that morning. He had come into her room after Rena had gone, but instead of love he had found his mother to be irritable and sick. Now, he knew, he would have Rena alone for at least part of the afternoon. Linda was picking her up around 6 that evening.
Val had second thoughts about his sister going away for the summer. He could envision her at the beach with Linda, both of them parading around in their brief bathing suits. He was sure they'd get whistled at, and if he knew girls and boys, they would have plenty of dates. The more he thought about it, the more insecure he became. He knew he would have no control over her once she was gone. Thinking about the possible things she would be doing, especially with other boys, he became very upset and somewhat angry.
By the time Rena came home, about a half hour after his mother had called, Val had decided what he was going to do so that Rena would at least remember her last day at home. Since he had been disappointed that morning by his mother, his appetite for sex was doubly whetted. By the time Rena came in, her arms loaded with packages from shopping, Val was eager to take his sister to bed. As soon as Linda's car drove away from dropping Rena off, Val let her know his intentions.
"Hurry up, Rena," he said. "I want you before you go."
"Now? Oh, Val, come on. Don't be like that. I've got tons of things to do before I leave tonight."
"That's why I said hurry. I want to give you something to remember me by."
"Aw, shit," said Rena.
Actually, she had purposely taken this time to do last-minute shopping because she didn't want to be alone with Val. She figured their mother would be home by 6 because it was her last afternoon at home, so she felt safe.
"We have time," Val insisted when she had deposited her bundles on her bed.
"Mom's coming home," she said. "Probably early today."
"Unh unh," Val smiled cruelly. "She won't be home till late. She just called." He was gloating to himself.
"Oh, Val, can't we skip it for now? Jeez."
"Don't be a bitch," he said. "I wanted it to be nice. Come on, let me get you hot."
Rena sighed and threw up her arms. She could see that it would do no good to argue with Val or to reason with him. As usual, he was going to get his own way. Sex was the last thing on her mind and she could have kicked herself for coming home this early. Now she was trapped and Val wanted her. She knew there wasn't a thing she could do about it. Except to make it short and sweet.
"Okay, Val, if you really have to be a prick, let's get it over with."
"Now Rena, that's no way. Be sweet. There's plenty of time and anyway, I thought you'd like it. It's going to be a long hot summer."
"Bullshit," said Rena. It wasn't going to be long enough, she thought.
Val started taking her bundles and packages off the bed and stacking them against her dresser. Rena clenched her fists and wanted to cry, she was so angry at him. Instead, she began taking off her shoes and stockings. Val watched her with a lascivious gleam in his eyes. He began taking his own clothes off, never losing sight of that marvelous box of hers encased in nylon. Rena was half aware of his scrutiny and deliberately teased him by taking her time. She knew that boys liked to look up girls' dresses at school and that's one reason why she liked the miniskirt. It was a fairly safe and tame way of teasing a boy and usually it gave her a thrill when she caught a guy looking at her thighs. But she was still upset at Val's wanting to have sex when she had so many other things on her mind. So she teased him for a different reason.
Val was stripped before she was. She was deliberately taking her own sweet time, even though she wanted to get it over with as quickly as possible. She didn't know that this was making Val even hornier than he had been before. If she had, she would've hurried her disrobing. She finished with her shoes and socks, then lazily unbuttoned her blouse. She shook it off and folded it as Val watched her. She could see his cock harden and begin to rise.
"Take your time," he said. "I'm enjoying it."
"I will," she pouted. She wriggled out of her miniskirt, folded it, and set it on the dresser. She wore no slip, so she had on only her panties and bra. She took the bra off next, turning her back to Val as she put it with her other clothes. But Val could see her young breasts in the mirror as she turned. Her slender waist flared out at her hips and her buttocks seemed to rise high. The panties were so tight that the crack that separated her cheeks was well defined. He wanted her very badly then.
Finally, Rena turned around and removed her panties. Val turned her bedspread and covers down and when she made no move to come to the bed, he walked over to her. He took her naked body in his arms and drew it close to him. His leaking cock left tracks on her belly. He tried to kiss her, but she moved her head. She was going to make it as hard for him as she could.
Instead of becoming angry with her, though, Val only became more excited. He kissed her on the cheek, then took one of her breasts in his hand, kneading it while he kissed her neck. His mouth went up and down her neck, then behind her ear. He felt her body shudder and knew that he had found an exotic area that she liked. He took his hand from her breast and moved it down to her nest. He rubbed her mons veneris up and down, and squeezed her labia with some tenderness. He continued kissing her behind her ear.
She wriggled all over and he put his finger in her cunt. It was dry at the entrance, but the deeper he went the wetter it got. He kissed her ear until she turned to him, mouth open. He put his mouth on hers and stuck his tongue inside as he began to finger-fuck her. He could feel her melt against him, her knees weakening. He bent her head back and his kissing became more fierce. His finger brought her clit to life and her outer lips began to moisten.
"Damn you, Val," she breathed when they broke for a moment.
"You want me to stop ? " he leered.
"No, damn you. Stop, and I'll kick you in the balls."
They both laughed and he twanged her clit with his finger. She shuddered against him then, as a tiny orgasm sent electronic waves through her body. "Fuck me, Val," she moaned at last.
He tumbled her on to the bed, his finger sliding out of her cunt. They both crawled onto it. In a second she had her hand around his cock and was jerking it up and down. Her body writhed from side to side. She had become instantly hot, it seemed to Val. She herself was surprised at how hot Val had gotten her when she hadn't intended to be that way. Her intention was just to lie on the bed and let him fuck her while she pretended she was a post. That would teach him. But his finger up inside her had touched off those fires in her and she now wanted him to put that hot cock of his in her more than anything.
"Careful," he told her when her hand took off up and down his prick in a flurry of speed. "You'll lose it all."
She jerked her hand away as though it touched a hot stove. Oh, no, she didn't want that. She didn't want him to lose his seed now. Not now. She spread her legs and opened her pussy lips with her fingers to show him that she wanted him to enter her. Pleased at this, Val mounted her and hit her with his shaft the first time. The sight of that flaming hole had made him burn to fuck her. It seemed to him that he wanted in that hole more than he ever had before. The way she held it open for him brought a wave of excitement to his flesh.
He sank his shaft deep in her and Rena exploded inside again. She had such a strong orgasm that she bit her lip and a spot of blood appeared where her tooth had broken the skin. Val could taste the saltiness when he kissed her. He felt her body quake as his cock filled her from lips to womb tip. It was warm and wet inside and he knew he would not have this good fucking for a long time-the whole summer. He fucked her slow for several moments then gathered momentum as he hurried to his own crushing orgasm. "I-I want you to remember this," he panted, jamming his cock all the way up into her.
Rena's hands raked up and down his back as she pulled him into her. She had her legs up high, bent double.
"I will, Val, I will," she moaned, gushing with orgasm. When she said that, he lost all control. He gave a few furious pumps and his seed burst from its vessel like shot.
"Damn," she said. "Thank you, Val. I-I loved it."
He kissed her and tumbled out, his organ limp once again. "Me, too," he said.
She patted his dying member and smiled weakly at him. Their bodies were soaked with sweat from their lovemaking. He patted her mound and got up, glad that it had turned out the way it had. He looked down on her, wanting to remember how she looked for as long as he could after she left. He sighed deeply and picked up his clothes. It was such a good fuck he was sorry to see her go.
Less than an hour later, Linda was outside, honking her horn. Val helped her carry out her things, then stood on the curb and waved good bye to her. He had a lump in his throat when he went back inside. He was lonely even before the car was out of sight. It was a long time to wait before his mother got home. A long time.
When Laura came home that night she was tipsy. It was almost midnight and Val had been pacing the floor like a caged animal. He was furious. He had even thought of calling all the bars and taverns, but he knew that he would be at it all night after seeing how many there were in the phone book.
Val heard her fumbling at the front door lock. She couldn't get it open. He ran to the door and opened it to see his mother standing there, with her keys in her hand, weaving like a punch-drunk fighter. His stomach turned sick. He reached out and pulled her into the house.
Her head shot up to see what had happened and she saw her son for the first time.
"Oh, hello, Val, thanks for opening the door." Her speech was slurred; her tongue thick.
"Mom, you're bombed," he said disgustedly.
"Thought you'd be asleep," she said, lurching across the room. She threw her purse on the couch and began removing her coat. Val had to help her take it off.
"No, I was waiting for you," he said. "All evening."
"Well, I'm sorry," she said, not meaning it in her alcoholic haze.
Val's anger was fast turning to pity. He could see that his mother was almost helpless. She had no muscular coordination; her eyes wouldn't focus.
"Okay, I'll help you to bed," he said.
"Why, that would be wonderful," she slurred.
Val helped steady her as they walked into her bedroom, flicking off the living room lights as he went. He sat her on the edge of the bed. She was wearing a one-piece dress that hugged her figure. She wore jeans and sweat shirt at work, but had a locker where she always changed from work to dress clothes. She tried to kick off her high heels, but she managed only one. Val stifled a laugh. Usually he didn't like her to drink, but he had the satisfaction of knowing they were home alone this night and it wasn't the same. He thought she looked cute and he knew she always seemed to enjoy love-making more if she'd had a couple of drinks. Lately she had been this way. Tonight, he thought, she'd had more than a couple and he didn't want to think about where she had been, which men she'd been talking to at the bar.
He knelt down and took off her other shoe.
She leaned back on her arms and managed to get him into focus. She smiled, her mouth slightly askew. Her hair was slightly disarrayed and gave her a much younger appearance.
"You're so very sweet, Val," she said, her voice a whiskey husk.
"Relax, and I'll get you ready for bed," he told her, giving her a conspiratorial wink.
"Swell," she said
He peeled off her stockings. Her legs were pretty and sexy. When he unfastened the tops of her hose from her panty girdle his hand went to her panties where he felt her plush mound. She winked at him. He was glad she wasn't wearing pantyhose which she sometimes did. They weren't nearly as exciting to him.
After he had taken off her stockings, he ran his hand up her leg again, between her thighs to her panties. He began to play with her pussy-lips underneath her panties. His mother giggled like a schoolgirl. Val's cock erected into a lumpy bulge in his trousers. Her dress was up around her thighs. She leaned back then, and fell on the bed, giving him a good view between her legs. He pulled her panties down and tossed them aside. His mother didn't stir.
He went to the bed lamp and turned it on, then turned off the overhead light. The room became close in the soft indirect light. Val went back to his mother's thighs and ran his hands up and down her legs. He wanted to fuck her like that, with her dress still on, her legs slightly spread. He explored her pussy with his fingers, opening the lips, putting his finger in, bringing the honey to life inside her.
He took off his clothes. His mother seemed to be asleep or almost. She still didn't stir. He gloated in the privacy they had together. His cock, freed, stood like a sentinel on his body, jutting upward like a war lance. His mother's hips were on the edge of the bed, her legs dangling down, relaxed. He walked up to her pussy and began rubbing his cock up and down her cleft.
Laura partially came to when he inserted his prick into her. He slid it in easily and she roused slightly. But she did not move from her position. He pumped her a few times, then, feeling a need for more affection, he withdrew. He pushed and pulled his mother farther up on the bed. He struggled with her to get her dress off. After a few puffing moments, he slipped it over her head. Then he undid her brassiere and flung it over the side of the bed. He kissed her back to life, then mounted her.
She was aware of him inside her. But he was not just Val. Her mind swam with images of other men. Red, Burt, Hank ... the ones she had flirted with that night at the two bars she had been to before coming home. But she knew it was her son making love to her. She knew, but she didn't want it to be him anymore. She felt so helpless. A strange feeling of disembodiment came over her. She felt that her body was far away and that many men were taking their pleasure upon it. She tried to open her eyes, but they wouldn't budge. She wanted to cry out. She could feel the pleasure suffusing her body, but it was far away.
Val's breath was hot on her face. His intermittent kisses smothered her. She could feel her body move lethargically, disconnected from her brain. It was so unreal. She reached out to touch her son but the contact was not reassuring. She moaned as her body began to respond to his copulation. She felt her thighs and hips move of their own accord. It was good. It felt good. It felt wonderful. It felt strange. It was as though she were two people. One was half awake enjoying sex, the other was off in the clouds, almost asleep.
She remembered opening her eyes for one moment as her head cleared. She had just had an orgasm. She could feel Val's hot sperm spurting inside her, hear him grunting. He held her tight then climbed off her, somewhere far, far from where she thought they were. It was like a dream, yet she knew it was real.
She awoke later and saw that Val was asleep beside her. Panic gripped her. Where was Rena ? Then she remembered. Rena was gone, gone for the summer. She relaxed for a moment, but then tensed again. She shook her head as if to clear her mind. She was still groggy from the drinks. All of them on an empty stomach. Suddenly she was frightened. She was frightened of the drinking and the loneliness. She was frightened of the house and its silence. Frightened of the night and its steady breathing. A feeling of claustrophobia enveloped her and she turned on the night lamp. No good. It was too harsh. She turned it back off and was afraid again. Afraid of what? Of everything. But especially, she was afraid of Val, her son.
CHAPTER TWELVE
The big crisis didn't come to the three Nor-rises until two years had gone by. Although their lives had changed, the change was almost imperceptible to them. But tensions had built up and certain resentments had been harbored within each of them. Rena had just been biding her time until she turned eighteen. Her future plans had centered on a man or two older than she, a Randolph Brooks, whom she had met the previous summer when she began working in an office after graduation. Randy was solid and knew where he was going. He was in real estate and Rena had been a clerk, gotten to know him, dated him secretly. She hadn't even told her mother about Randy because she didn't want Val to spoil it.
Laura had become, for all purposes, a defeated woman. She had settled into a groove at the bindery that seemed to portend she'd be doing that work for the rest of her life. Her one bright spot had been Hank Belitsky, whom she had gotten to know through the company's bowling league. She had joined, gotten the red team shirt, bought a ball, bag, and shoes and it was Hank who had given her her first lessons. But she had never invited him to her home, always making some excuse. It was a wonder that Hank didn't think she was crazy, but the truth was that he thought she was just a fine woman who didn't bring single men home with her. He liked her because she learned to drink beer, enjoyed the same kind of simple food that he did, and was a good worker, as he was. Their friendship deepened but didn't seem to be going anywhere.
Val was seventeen, just graduating from high school. Rena had been working at the real estate office for almost a year. Val was almost totally a loner, with both women in the house working. He also felt restricted from the fact that he was the only one not working. But he looked forward to changing that once he finished high school. His mother wanted him to go to college, but he told her he wanted to work. He hinted that he'd like to learn the bindery business but she told him it was hard work with no future to speak of. Then he told Rena he'd like to work in real estate, learn the business, but she said he'd have to go to school for that. So Val felt left out of things and to make up for this he became a regular tyrant at home.
The crisis came on a weekend, just after Val graduated from high school. His mother and Rena had had to work on Saturday and the next day they had all planned to go to a movie together. Laura came home early that afternoon, since she wanted to be fresh on Sunday. Val had been looking halfheartedly for a job and arrived somewhat later. He and his mother waited for Rena. She had thought they might all go out to dinner that evening, and so she and Val had dressed up. They waited for Rena and when she wasn't home by 6, her mother called the real estate office. There was no answer.
"I wonder what's keeping her?" Laura said to Val.
"Who knows? She probably went shopping. We should have called her this afternoon." He started to bite his fingernails.
His mother poured herself a beer. She asked Val if he wanted one and at first he refused. At 7, he had one with her. By 8, his mother was worried. She was beside herself with anguish and indecision.
"I don't know what to do," she said. "Could something have happened? Maybe she was in an accident." Rena had a small car of her own by then.
"Maybe we should call the real estate owner. At home. Maybe ... no, she left the office. I don't know. I'm worried too," he admitted.
At 8:30 the phone rang. Laura jerked as though she had been shot. She ran to the phone. Val hunched forward on the chair where he had been sitting as though on a cactus.
"Hello?" Laura said into the phone.
Val looked at her.
"What? No. Where?"
"Dammit, who is it?" asked Val. His mother motioned for him to be quiet.
"I don't understand ... why couldn't you have ... I see ... Well, yes. I'm disappointed ... Did you have to? ... When? Who? What's his name? We were worried. You should have ... no, I don't care ... if you're happy, I guess I am. Tomorrow? Yes ... bye ... wait a minute, Rena..." She looked into the phone. It was dead.
"Was that Rena?" Val asked, watching his mother. Tears began to flow down her cheeks. "What happened to Rena?" he insisted, a hard ball beginning to form in his stomach.
His mother looked at him. "She got married," she said simply.
"She what?" Val's face was contorted in rage.
"She got married. In Las Vegas. A few minutes ago. She left this morning. She didn't even say anything to us."
"The goddamn bitch," Val spat.
"It was very thoughtless of her. Why? Why?"
His mother seemed stunned. She wiped the tears on her face, but fresh ones came running down from her swollen eyes.
Val was silent. He knew. She was afraid, that little bitch. She was afraid to say anything because she knew goddamned well he would have beaten the living shit out of her!. But he couldn't tell this to his mother, so he just sat there, steaming, his anger rising like a storm cloud in his brain.
Just wait, he thought. Just wait'll I see that fucking Rena again. I'll make her wish she never set eyes on this sonofabitch! I'll teach her to hurt us!
In Val's mind, Rena had betrayed him. There was no thought to her own happiness or her wishes, only his own. He included his mother as a victim of Rena's behavior, too. At the same time he was nagged with the thought that if Rena could do such a thing, completely behind his back, then his mother was certainly capable of similar behavior. The thought left him cold.
"Well, I just hope she's happy," his mother sobbed.
"I don't," he snarled.
She looked at him, then, surprised at this latest impression of his anger. "Val, that's no way to talk. It's over. There's no changing what's happened. I'm sure Rena had her own reasons for marrying this man. He's probably very nice. I wish her only the best and so should you."
"Yeah, well." He knew his mother was right about some of it. But he wasn't going to forget his sister's sneaky act that quickly. "When is she coming back?" he asked his mother.
"In a week, I think. Yes, a week, she said."
Laura began drying her eyes. "We'll send them something when they get settled," she said.
"Yeah, sure," Val said. A week. She'd have to come home to get her things, wouldn't she? Well, he'd see about her wedding present. If not then ... well, he didn't know what. But, one way or the other, Rena was going to pay for what she'd done to him, to his mother, to all of them. The goddamned little sneak!
Rena put down the phone, her hands trembling. She had done it! She had made the call. But now her hands were sweating. Her mother had been shocked. But what about Val? She hadn't dared talk to him. She had made her mind up before calling that if Val answered she would just hang up. She could almost picture him now, clenching his fists, wanting to smash something. Oh, she knew him. He would be so uptight because she didn't tell him about wanting to get married. Well, there wasn't anything he could do about it now. She was Mrs. Randolph Brooks and Val was a thing of the past. Everybody had to grow up, didn't they? Well, now she was out of Val's little scene. She was married and would have a home of her own. She would be polite to Val, of course, and once he'd cooled down, she'd be glad to be friends with him again.
She almost laughed out loud as she thought about Val's getting the news of her marriage. He was there with Mom, she knew. And he couldn't say a thing about why he was angry to anyone. He'd just have to swallow it. She felt sorry for her mother, of course, but it couldn't be helped. Val might have made an ugly scene if he'd known about her engagement beforehand. She would explain to her mother later that it was just a spur of the moment thing and she hadn't meant to hurt her. In a way, it was. When Randy popped the question, she hadn't wanted to wait. He wanted to ask her mother, but she said she'd rather just go to Vegas and do the thing. Now it was done. She was so happy with him. The hell with Val. That was all in the past. She wasn't going to give him another thought. She would have been surprised if anyone had pointed out to her just how much Randy resembled Val. Randolph Brooks looked enough like Val Norris to be his brother.
Laura was too emotionally upset to go out that evening. She called up a chicken delivery place and ordered dinner for Val and herself. She promised that they would still go to the movie the next day, but that she just couldn't face going out that evening. She listlessly went to change her clothes.
Val sat in the living room waiting for the delivery boy. He couldn't help thinking about Rena. He could picture her with her new husband. Making love to him and laughing at him, Val. It brought his anger back again. He wanted to beat Rena up. But there was no Rena there to beat up. Still, he would have wasted her if she had been in the same room with him.
The delivery boy came and Val paid him. He set the table in the kitchen for them and went to get his mother.
"I-I don't want any, Val," she said. "I'm going to bed. You go ahead and eat."
"What?"
"Please," she said.
Val was furious. Now his mother was rejecting him. He couldn't take that. His anger flared like a volcano. "Come on, Mom, at least eat with me," he pleaded.
"No, I said. I'm not hungry. Leave me alone," she said curtly, unaware that Val needed to vent his wrath on someone, someone close at hand.
"No, I won't," he fumed. "Do what I say!"
"No!" He advanced on her, his face chalk white with barely controlled rage.
"Val, you'd better mind me," she said. She was just too tired to take anything off Val this night.
His lips clamped together, Val walked over to his mother who was just taking off her robe. She was wearing an old pair of pajamas. He slapped her in the face as hard as he could. Laura gasped and brought her hand up to her face. Her mouth open, stung by the hard blow, she glared at Val. Then she slapped at him. Her fingertips rattled across his cheekbone.
All the pent-up fury in Val was instantly released. He doubled up his fist and smashed her in the shoulder, sending her careening across the bedroom. Then he began slapping her face and screaming at her at the top of his voice. The anger that he'd had for Rena was now fully directed at his mother. He didn't realize what he was doing. His mother choked and gasped, stunned by his blows. Tears streamed down her face. She couldn't defend herself against his raging onslaught. Finally, she fell to her knees, her sobs loud and keening.
Then Val saw what he had done. His anger dissipated at once. He fell to his knees beside his mother, his heart caught in a visegrip of misery. He was suddenly terribly ashamed of himself. He began to cry himself. He took her head in his hands and pulled it to his own.
"Mom, I'm sorry ... so sorry," he sobbed. "I didn't mean to."
His mother's weeping became worse. Her sobs were deep and anguished. They tore through her with body-wrenching force. Val's helplessness only added to his deepening shame.
"I'm sorry, Mom. I don't know what happened. Please, please, don't cry." He began kissing her and gradually her sobs diminished. Then she began kissing him, seeing how concerned he was. They went into each other's arms and sat there on the floor for a long time, sobbing quietly together. "Can you ever forgive me?" he asked finally.
"I know you didn't mean it, Val," she said. She stroked his head. They rose, then, together, and sat on the bed. Their kissing went from small pecks on the cheeks and mouth to a passionate embrace. They kissed on the mouth with a renewed fervor until their tongues met and began a mutual probing. From rage and pain and anguish to love was only a short distance. Soon Val's hands were kneading his mother's breasts, roaming over her body, exciting her to a lover's passion.
Again, as always, Laura was helpless before the tender ministrations of her son. Each touch of his fed fuel into the smoldering flames of her passion. Every time he kissed her, her limbs turned to jelly, her contrary intentions blew away the puffs of smoke before the wind. She had learned to accept Val's cruelty, to enjoy it even. Although he was seldom physically cruel to her, the threat of it was always there. A stronger woman than Laura would not have stood for this behavior in a son, under any circumstances, but Val's mother was no match for him. She took Val's verbal and physical abuse because she thought that she probably deserved it. This is why he had so much power over her, why she was, after two years, so incredibly dependent on him.
Now Laura was once more under Val's domination. Two years ago she would have been able, perhaps, to combat his physical attack on her. But not now. Now she wanted only his forgiveness and his love. Even though she knew he was unreasonable, she wanted his love. She blamed herself for becoming upset that Rena had married without letting her mother know about it beforehand. So it was that she surrendered herself to Val's stinging kisses, his hot and searching hands, his terribly demanding physical presence.
Val was so gentle with her now. He undressed her as he would an invalid. His tenderness and solicitation moved her deeply. His kisses raked her cheeks with a soft fire. When he, too, was fully naked against her, she opened herself to him like some morning honeysuckle waiting for the urgent visits of bees and hummingbirds.
Hunger took over between them. Their mutual loneliness, mutual need, drew them together and fused them inexorably. They knew each other so well by now that they complemented each other in their lovemaking. Val slid onto her even as she reached for his swollen shaft. She found it, took it in her grip and guided it to her honey vessel. His cock throbbed in her hand as she placed it against her lips where the moisture had already seeped through. Val positioned himself over his mother and felt the top of her slit where she had placed his eager shaft. He slid it down the groove and it slipped easily into her vaginal opening.
"Ooooh, Val," his mother sighed as he entered her. He felt the contractions in her body. Her cunt seemed to pull him in and clasp and unclasp his cock like some feeding sea anemone. His own organ felt the pull of hers and began throbbing with a similar tide. His blood seemed to be drawn by the rhythm of her vagina so that his organ pulsed with that same constriction-loosening beat.
Val held his mother's head in his hands and kissed her tenderly as his manhood stroked her swollen and flaming vagina. Despite herself, Laura began to weep softly and, as her tears came, Val drank them with his kisses.
His mother melted under him like wax. His body impressed itself under her as they melted together, flame and candle. He stroked her with his cock and she swelled to him like a sea. All of her senses seemed heightened to the point of instant explosion. She was the vessel, and he the filler, full of flame and stark unctions, oiling her, flaming her, making her ebb and flow as though she were the tide and he the strong full moon.
Laura wondered why it was so much better this time. Was it because of the violence that had preceded it? The quarreling and now the making up? It could be. She just knew that her whole body seemed perfectly attuned to her son's. Every stroke of him seemed to make her tender membrane quiver with a lavalike flame. He was a full man, she knew, more of a man than his father ever was, more sure of himself, infinitely more exciting.
But she knew it wasn't fair to compare them. Or was it? Wasn't Val part of his father? The best part. Every stroke of him made her grateful that she had opened herself to the experience of her son. Yet there was fear, too. Not with him, like this. But away from him. Alone with her thoughts at the bindery, she feared ... what? Not so much her son, for himself, but something else. Consequences. What might happen. The nameless, the unknown. But his temper was something, too. But that was his father's. And now, as she lay beneath her son, letting him fuck her as she had never been fucked before, she knew that this was part of his fire, part of the fuel that made his passion overpowering ... and wonderful.
"It's so good, Val," she whispered to him, and her words seemed to trigger the orgasm.
Val felt her body shudder and a wave of exultation came over him. This was the way he liked it. This was the power he enjoyed. It seemed to him that he had the biggest cock in the world and to know that it was filling his mother's cunt, making her quake with orgasm, was the most marvelous feeling he'd ever had. He ground into her, wanting to tear her cunt with the savagery of his attack. He slammed his hips down, hearing the slap! He shoved his cock in harder and his mother cried out with the sudden pain, the unexpected ecstasy. That was good, he thought. That was how to do it.
The gentleness he'd brought to her at the beginning seemed to disappear as his lust mounted. Now he just wanted to drive her over the brink again and again. Make her come. Make her come like a machine gun. Wham, wham wham! Give it to her. Pour the meat into her like a battering ram. Tear in and out of her tunnel like lightning. Drive on in to the womb. Make her jump from the ramming.
Laura's head began to toss from side to side as her son drove his cock into her with a fury-she had never known before. Every stroke was a searing poker thrust, jabbing in and out of tender folds of flesh, jamming high up in her, higher than he'd ever gone before. Each stroke triggered her clit and she gushed like a smashed fire hydrant. She moaned and squirmed under him, wanting him to break her open with his driving lust. She pushed up against him, giving him deeper depths to plumb.
"Goddamn," Val exclaimed, unable to express how he felt.
"Ooooh," she moaned. "Give it to me, Val. Give it to me good."
"I will," he said. "I am." He seemed possessed. He didn't let up. Some unknown energy welled up in him so that he was capable of pounding into her without tiring. The harder he jammed, the more she liked it. He kept his mind only on the exertion, not wanting to spend himself before he had made her scream with the force and ecstasy of her orgasms. He moved his cock in and out like a stitching electric sewing machine, in and out, with blinding speed. He went in straight; he went in crooked. He left no spot inside her untouched. His mouth hung open, his eyes glazed mindlessly as he watched his mother's head moving from side to side.
She bucked and buckled under him. She cried out and bit her lips until the blood came. The veins in her neck stood out like blue cords under the skin. Her cunt gushed and clutched him, retreated before his assaults, and folded over again when his passage took another course. "I've never been fucked like this," she moaned. "Never!" Her hands and nails raked Val's back.
He could stand it no longer. He hunched down closer to her and drove his cock into her on the final sprint to his own pleasure spurting.
"Oh, keep fucking me, darling," she groaned. "Keep on fucking me."
"I am," he said. "I am."
She could feel him tighten up before he exploded. She held him tight and jammed her cunt up on his shaft as deep as she could. She didn't want it to go soft. She didn't want to lose that huge swollen cock that had been tearing her to shreds, bumping her, exploding her. But it was coming. She could feel it. She could almost feel his juices start from his sac and skyrocket up the long tube.
"I-I'm coming," he said. Tears sprang into her eyes. Val shuddered as he spurted deep inside her. He collapsed on her naked body and let the fountain discharge its milky fluid. His mother held him tightly as once more he became a little boy, robbed of his power, bereft of his force.
"It was so good," he moaned.
"I know, Val," she said, stroking the back of his head as he lay spent on top of her, their sweat mingling.
"I'm so sorry I was mean to you," he said, his voice muffled at her shoulder, next to her hair.
"Don't think anything about it," she soothed. "Just love me. Let's just love each other."
"I do love you," he said. "I love you, too, Val."
The ugliness of those moments that had preceded their impassioned lovemaking seemed to disappear into the heady musk rising from their bodies. Laura stroked her son's back very gently and, as he tumbled out of her, she felt her body return to normal, the fires quenched. His seed inside her was comforting, a reminder that he had given himself to her only moments before. It was a good feeling she had just then and she wished it could be that way all the time.
Val rolled off his mother's body and lay beside her, his breath coming steadier now that his exertion was over. He wasn't angry anymore. He felt that he had redeemed himself, somehow. It was like being born all over again. The wetness, the tiredness, the musk, all of these things gave him a strange feeling of peacefulness. He was glad to be here like this with his mother, close and warm, safe.
She patted his stomach and let her hand fall gently on his limp organ. She could feel sleepiness overtaking her and she tried to hold her eyes open. Val kissed her on the cheek and she whispered a good night to him.
"Good night," he answered, snuggling closer to her. He thought it would be over, then, but it wasn't. Despite himself, thoughts of his sister came back to him. The rage, though gone, was still there, dormant and far away, but still there. He tried to push it back into the cubbyhole where it lay like some pulsing beast. He tried not to form the thoughts that came swarming up from the cave where his rage stirred once again.
Rena, he told himself. I'll get even with you. You'll be sorry, you bitch. After that, he found it easier to drift off to sleep, sated finally, the thought of revenge almost as good as revenge itself.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Val stood it as long as he could. He tried to keep from contacting Rena, but the pressure of his desires got to be too much for him. His mother was absent more and more, dating her friend, Hank Belitsky. So Val felt the urgent unreasoning gnaw of frustration once again. And Rena and Randy were back from Vegas, working and living together in an apartment. The thought of his sister and Randy together made Val furious. His mind worked overtime, conjuring up pictures of the two of them, Randy and Rena, alone in the boudoir, making it. Revenge on his sister occupied much of Val's range of thought, but he had grown cunning since the elopement.
He purposely forced himself to bide his time. Then when he did call Rena, he was casual and light. "Hi, sis," he said over the phone. "How you doing?"
"Why, just fine, Val, just fine," said Rena, somewhat taken aback by her brother's sweetness.
"Good. I knew you'd make it. I'm proud of you and Randy." He almost choked on his rival's name, but his voice was smooth.
"Why, thank you, Val." Rena was overwhelmed.
"Hey, I'd like to see-you guys. Bring you a belated wedding present."
"I don't know, Val."
"Aw, come on, Rena. We've started all over again, you know. No hard feelings ? "
Rena melted under his calculated sweetness. "Sure. You're right. A lot of water's gone under the bridge."
"It sure has," he agreed. "How 'bout me coming over with the present ? Mom won't be home tonight and I'm all alone here." He waited while his sister drew in a deep breath.
She wondered if he had known Randy had to work the late shift that night. New policy. Of course he couldn't have known. He probably thought Randy was home, which was true.
"Okay. I guess. Uh, Randy'll be home later, about 9.30. It's only 6 now. Why don't you come over around 8:30?"
"Okay," he said, his heart jumping. Randy not being there was even better. "I may be a little earlier, though. It's boring here."
"Yeah, I know what you mean," she sighed. "Okay. Anytime." She was sorry she said it before it was even out of her mouth. But she knew her brother was making a peace overture and she had to give him the benefit of her doubts. "Sure, come on, Val. I'll be glad to see you again. It's been a long time."
"Yeah, it sure has. Dig you later," he said, and hung up, his hands trembling.
Val got busy getting ready to go over to his sister's apartment. He took a shower and put on his best clothes. He used after-shave lotion on his face, combed his hair carefully and was satisfied, finally, with the way he looked in the mirror. He then took out a full bottle of whiskey he had stashed under his bed and wrapped it as a present. It had taken some doing to get the bottle, but he had finally managed to have an older friend make the purchase.
He had the car since his mother now rode to work with Hank Belitsky every day. He drove over to his sister's apartment, slowly, so as not to be too early. It was almost 7:30 when he got there, saw the Mr. and Mrs. R. Brooks on the mailbox, and the apartment number. He climbed the stairs and found it with no trouble. He knocked on the door and it opened.
"Why, Val, you're here," his sister exclaimed. "Come on in. How do you like it?" She waved to the apartment.
"It-It's very nice. Outta sight," he grinned. He was impressed and his grin relaxed Rena.
"What've you got there?" she asked coyly.
"Oh-a present. like I said. You have to open it now, though."
"Shouldn't we wait for Randy?" she asked, apprehensive.
"No. Open it now. There'll be some left for him." He smiled a warm smile.
Rena thought her brother looked very handsome. Changed. She liked the change, she told herself. She opened the package. When Rena saw the bottle of expensive bourbon she was surprised. "How did you manage..." she started to say.
"I've had it a long time. Wanted to bring it by. I'd like to toast your marriage. Your future."
Rena was touched. "Why, that's so sweet of you, Val. My, you've really grown up, haven't you?"
"I hope so," he said.
Eagerly, Rena brought out ice cubes and glasses.
"You want Coke or soda?" she asked.
"Coke's okay," he said, glad to see that his sister was not displeased with his gift.
She brought the drinks and they sat in the living room, he on the couch, she on the chair.
He raised his glass in a toast. "Here's to Mr. and Mrs. Brooks, Apartment twenty-four!" he said.
Rena laughed, delighted by his thoughtfulness.
"I'll drink to that," she said.
Val managed to keep the conversation on a light level and to allay all of Rena's fears as they drank and talked. He jumped up to make the next set of drinks and saw to it that Rena's Coke was liberally laced with bourbon. Before long, Rena, who was chattering endlessly on about her marriage, her husband, her plans and her life, became quite drunk. Her guard not only dropped, it slipped completely away.
During this time, Val had sat back, watching for his chance. Three drinks later, he knew his sister was in no condition to put up much of a fight. His eyes gleamed with desire as he listened to her prattle about Randy. His jealousy of her husband prickled at his mind as Rena bragged on and on. Finally, Val could stand it no longer. "Does he fuck as good as me?" he said.
Rena blinked, not certain she had heard right. "What?" she said, her mind reeling, her tongue thick as slab bacon.
"Is your husband as good a piece of ass as I am?"
"Don't talk that way, Val."
"Do you miss me?" he grinned.
"Not in that way," she snorted.
"Is his cock any bigger than mine?"
Rena put her drink down and sat upright. Her lips were thin with hatred. "That's enough of that. You'd better leave, Val. Now."
"Aw, come on, Sis, don't give me that. I was just wondering."
" You haven't changed at all," she glared.
"Maybe you haven't either," he said, and wras on her before she knew what was happening. Val overpowered Rena, crushing her against the chair with his weight. His penis was rock hard in his trousers. Rena struggled, the all too familiar scene happening again, despite all that she could do. She begged her brother to release her, but his lust was too consuming. He jerked Rena out of the chair and threw her to the floor. Quickly, he threw up her miniskirt and tugged at her panties. Rena screamed and kicked to no avail. Val was too strong. He was driven by revenge and lust to such an extent that she had no chance. He slapped her and she moaned, certain now that what she had feared most was about to happen.
"No, Val, please," she pleaded. "Don't do this. Don't spoil everything again. Please."
"Shut up," he husked. He unzipped his trousers and fumbled his cock out of its confinement. A last rip of her panties exposed her love mound nestled in the thatch between her legs. Val hurled himself on his sister, forcing her legs apart with his own. Rena, crushed by his weight and depressed by what was happening, went limp, hoping only that the nightmare would end soon and that her brother would leave.
His cock found her cleft and forced its swollen way inside the tight pink hole. As Rena relaxed, he knew he had won. A smile of satisfaction spread over his face. He pushed and his rigid organ slid up the juicy tunnel, finding the warmth it sought, probing deep. He liked the way his sister had struggled. It made the rape all the more pleasant. A thrill had crept into his veins and was still there, even though she no longer offered him any resistance.
Despite herself, Rena felt her own emotions and juices responding to Val's penis strokes inside her cunt. She tried to fight off the feelings but every time his cock touched her ever-swelling clit, she gushed and flamed. Soon she was rocking her hips back and forth to take more of him inside her, exulting in the fire that danced along the edges of her nerves.
"That's better, Rena," Val said. "Like it?"
She looked at him leering over her. She smacked her hips upward for answer and Val smirked. He kissed her then, and she found herself responding with her tongue. His cock seemed a magic key once more. Even though she hated herself for feeling the way she did, Rena delighted in the forbidden feelings that pervaded her consciousness. Every stroke brought her pleasure. His slick cock sliding in and out of her fluid-filled cunt sent waves of gratifying sensation flowing over her whole body. The sound of cloth rustling against cloth gave her a wicked pleasure, added to her excitement.
Val pressed on, his mind still exploding with the animal thoughts of rape. He felt the power in full bloom. He had raped his sister and brought her pleasure. He could feel her body shuddering with orgasm as he plunged his prick inside that hot cunt of hers. He could feel every ooze of her juices as his cock sucked in and out of that marvelous dark tunnel of hers. The feel of her clothes and the smell of her made him giddy. He looked down every now and then to her bare patch of flesh where his cock slid in and out like a scimitar. He felt a strange new power flood through him, unlike anything he had ever felt before.
Rena fucked him harder and harder, meeting his descending cock with an up-thrust of her hips. Val increased his rhythm and soon they were mindlessly pounding each other with their twin fleshes, until both of them were taken over by the rushing explosion of a gigantic orgasm. Rena screamed and shuddered as her loins gushed and burned. Val sobbed deep in his throat as he felt his milk tear loose and roar up the tube, shoot into his sister's flaring hot womb. He trembled against her for a long moment, spurting out his last. Then he was off her, zipping up his pants, looking down at his sister sprawled like some defiled virgin on the living room floor. She got up, straightened herself, and looked at Val, a cold hatred chalking her features. Val hadn't expected quite that reaction after it was over.
Rena's lips were thin, hard, glassy with a tight rage. "I pity you, Val, if my husband finds you here like this."
Val's veins froze. He looked around fearfully. What time was it? It would be bad if Randy walked in right then.
Rena knew she had won. "I just wish he'd walk in right at this minute, Val." She looked at her brother with contempt. "He'd kill you!"
"Rena..." he started to say
"Get out of here, you loathsome piece of filth," she said. "Get out!"
His mouth closed on unsaid words. Rena's face was livid with a controlled rage. Quickly he wheeled and staggered out the door, broken and defeated even in the success of his long-awaited revenge. Rena had won, after all, he told himself. Rena had won. He knew he could never see her again. He ran to the car, ran as fast as he could, afraid that Randy might see him. He hated Randy. He hated them both. Especially Rena. Rena had won.
Rena, her brother gone, locked the apartment door and broke into tears. It was over, she knew, and it seemed as if a great weight had been lifted from her shoulders. Quickly, she dried her tears and changed clothes, straightened up the apartment. She took the bottle down to the garbage and threw what was left of it away. This final act seemed fitting to her. By the time she faced Randy, she would be new and fresh. She was glad now, that her brother had come over. It had settled a lot of unsettled things. Settled them once and for all.
Val's luck continued to hold bad. Hank Belitsky married his mother a week later in Las Vegas. When the couple returned, Val knew that his time at home was up. Hank was no prize intellect, but he had an animal cunning and an instinct. Val was suddenly an intruder in the Belitsky household. He knew it. His mother knew it. And Hank Belitsky knew it.
"Val," his mother said, after she had unpacked and Hank had left to buy a bottle at the store, "you're going to have to go on your own now."
He fought back the tears. "I-I know," he said. "Does he-does he know? Anything?"
"No, but, he will if you stay here. Do you see?" She tried to be tender with him.
"Yes, I do," he said. "I'll leave tomorrow."
"I'll give you money and you can find a job, an apartment. We'll help all we can."
"Thanks, Mom," he blubbered, no longer able to hold back the tears.
"Hey, what's this?" Hank asked when he blustered back from the store. Laura told him that her son had decided to go out on his own. A flash hit Hank's eyes. "Best thing could ever happen to him," he said. "You need any help, boy, you call on old Hank, eh?"
"Yeah, Hank, sure," Val said, filled with a sudden loathing for the man who was taking his place. Val was afraid of Belitsky and the older man, sensing this, swaggered his authority. Val knew he couldn't stay even if both of them begged him. Again, he had lost. That night he cried himself to sleep because he could hear the grunts of Hank and the moans of his mother as they made love in the room where he had known his mother all these months. It wasn't fair, he told himself, it just wasn't fair.
Wounds heal and scars fade after a time.
Val Norris never saw Rena again. He saw his mother only once, when she and Hank came to his wedding about a year after Val left home. Val married a girl two years older than himself. Her name, oddly enough, was Laurie. He called her Laura sometimes when they were making love. Laurie was a beautiful girl. Val loved her passionately. His mother, Laura Belitsky, had her doubts that the marriage would last. Val wasn't worried. It took his mother a long time to figure out what it was about Laurie that bothered her.
It was only after Val had moved away and sent his mother snapshots of the two of them in their new home that she discovered what had struck her subconscious at the wedding. It wasn't her name, although the similarity was enough to give her pause. It was Laurie herself. She was the spitting image of Rena. She
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Archive Note: It is at this point that this pocketbook abruptly ended, clearly unfinished. There were no pages torn out of the pocketbook, so one must assume there was a publishing error in this pocketbook.
