In this age of increasing permissiveness, we witness rampant adultery, premarital intercourse and homosexuality as accepted practices, all of which are vaguely classed under the popular heading, "Swinging". As the mass media grinds out more and more tales of "the new morality", it seems that we in western society are now tending to dissociate ourselves from the traditional standards of morality and decency. And yet, if one takes the time to consider the problem rationally, there are still dark areas in the public conscience that have not been-perhaps will never be-given popular acceptance. This "forbidden fruit" consists primarily of the forces which endanger the family, the nuclear unit of our civilization, possibly our own high-powered age's only link with the gender past.
In this shocking new novel, authoress Jennifer Palmer deals squarely with one of the most frightening spectres that can threaten a home-the passionate love of a teenaged girl for her illegitimate brother. Set in a plush California suburb, this story boldly relates the plight of April Westingway, a beautiful stable-owner, who must come to grips with the knowledge that her daughter, Brooke, has unknowingly fallen in love with April's son by a man who is not her husband. The lovely woman's life is further complicated by the attentions of one of her husband's friends, a sadistic millionaire who would stoop to any ruse to possess April. Day by day, the moral fiber of this outwardly-normal family is eaten away by circumstance and the uncontrollable passion of the two teenagers for each other. It is a shaken and lust-ridden household to which April's husband, Lee, returns after a lengthy absence. His efforts to bring his family together once again provide one of the most startling climaxes in literary history.
We, the Publishers, are honored to be able to present "Mother Loves Brother" to our readership. It is a masterwork of family drama and intrigue and we are sure that all who read it will feel a genuine sense of wonder at the powerful family love and warmth portrayed in these pages. And as for those philosophical naysayers who might claim that the family has died as a modern institution, we humbly suggest that they read this book and learn that there is no limit to the potential of a family's love for each other.
-The Publishers
CHAPTER ONE
April Westingway stood watching the sleek thoroughbred horses breezing through their workouts under the early morning lukewarm sun. Oh God, she thought inwardly, how beautiful Del Mar Racetrack is at this time of year! The many different kinds of flowers in the infield were in full bloom and seemed like a grandiose blaze of colors melting into each other. One lone seagull circled slowly over the track on light wings, wheeling steadily lower and capturing the gorgeous thirty-four year old blonde's attention for a fleeting moment.
If only she had someone with whom to share all this, the adventure and excitement of racing fine horses. As she watched the splendid, high-strung animals galloping around the damp turf of the oval raceway, she tried to ignore the intense stares of the men who were standing alongside her at the rail. One fat, crude-looking man, Pepi Erban, her trainer, was gawking at her with all the coarse greed that he displayed when looking over a horse he planned to buy for her. Since her husband had left her, she had no one to protect her from the bold eyes of men who seemed naturally to lust after her voluptuously formed body; she had no one to "beat them off, as he used to day. And now, as she stood there by herself, hearing the hooves of the horses thudding down the backstretch like muffled pistons, she felt the leering gazes of the men around her burning through her clothing in an attempt to mentally fondle the exciting shape of her lithe young body beneath.
"How are you this morning, April?" Pepi asked pointedly, raking his heavy-lidded eyes over her as he added: "You sure look good to me ... You always do."
"Good morning, Pepi," she replied, arching her back slightly as the disturbing crudeness of his voice reached her ears. He was such a pig and he debased everything he touched, or even thought of and yet she knew she needed him to keep her stable of horses in top form. "How is Wry June working this morning?"
"She's coming right along, baby. She'll eat up the track when she runs that fourth race," he assured her as he moved closer, placing one of his beefy hands on her shoulder and running his thick fingers down the full length of her arm. Oh why, why had she ever allowed her husband, to leave her? ... Why had she failed to be enough woman for him? Lee could be here beside her right now and this beast, Pepi, would not dare to run his filthy paws all over her.
She felt goose bumps rise up on her skin and pulled away from Pepi's lewd crawling touch, trying harder to concentrate on the running horses as she did so. The well-bred animals were so strong, so clean and powerful and it was always a thrilling physical experience for her when she watched them stretching out their long legs as they tore down the track. But her hired trainer's unwanted presence beside her, his foul breath and the overwhelming aroma of his sweaty body, made her wish with all her heart that she was back at Willow run, her elegantly sprawling ranch-home only a few minutes' drive from the racetrack.
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"Oh, hurry! I can't wait now!" Emma cried out imploringly as Jackie, the Westingway's sixteen year-old house guest, slid his middle finger in and out of her hair-framed cuntal opening, causing the impassioned twenty-three year old maid to gasp and twist on the bed like a pretty wildcat. She writhed under the handsome boy's daring manipulations, heaving her naked loins upward in an attempt to engulf the full length of the lewdly probing finger. By God, it was a good way to start the day, the lush-bodied young servant grinned secretly, thinking how lucky she was to be with the virginal youngster this way, helping him lose his cherry when she was supposed to be working downstairs in the kitchen. She ground her moist, warm pubic mound against him harder as she became more and more excited by her own wantonness, moaning softly as the dark-haired teen-ager's head bent downward to fasten his mouth softly over one of her rounded white breasts, his tongue flicking out wetly to lick at the cherry-like bud of her desire-hardened nipple. She had to have him right away, wanted to feel his tender young penis inside her and she began to grope down between their nakedly straining bodies in search of his thickly rigid cock. It jerked violently when her soft fingertips touched it lightly, her sharp nails tracing around the throbbing blood-filled head with teasing gentleness.
Jackie wormed his middle finger in deeper between the swollen wet lips of her pussy, reaming it in and out of her pulsing cunt in an ever-widening circular motion until she was on the verge of screaming out with shameless desire for this good-looking boy.
"Oh yes, yes, do it to me! Do it theeerrre!" she wailed with a pleading sound in her voice, unaware of anything in the world but the delightful aching sensation in her lust-inflamed cunt. The sexy, full-bodied young maid had no idea that they were being watched by her employer's lovely seventeen-year old daughter, Brooke Westingway, who stood with an expression of shock on her finely-chiseled face as she peered in at them from just outside the bedroom doorway.
A few moments before, Brooke had slid open the large glass door of her own bedroom and stepped out on the balcony to look at the ocean. As she had stood there feeling the mild morning breeze slip under the folds of her beach robe and caress her naked flesh underneath, she had suddenly heard a cry coming from the bedroom adjoining her own. She had quickly gone inside and out into the hallway, where she had spied the partially open door next to her room.
"Oh ... oooohh ... It feels so goooodddd!" she heard a woman's voice moan ecstatically. Then she recognized the two people tightly entwined on the bed-Jackie and the maid, Emma! As innocent and inexperienced as she was, even Brooke could tell what the two naked people were doing in there and the mere recognition of the lewd act made the ravishing young redhead recoil and turn slightly in order to run away from the jolting spectacle. Only pure awe and fascination made her continue to stand there, her green eyes wide with shock as she drank in the sight of the brown-haired boy's lithe form heaving back and forth eagerly between the maid's wide-stretched legs, their perspiration-coated bodies working together in the abandoned but steady rhythm of sexual intercourse. He was grinding his lean body down on Emma, moving fast and twisting and she was thrusting her smooth white hips up hard against him.
Brooke stared as if hypnotized while the sex-crazed pair increased the pace of their obscene lunges against each other's wildly aroused bodies, gasping quietly as she saw Jackie's right hand clamp down firmly around Emma's heavily upthrust breast, squeezing its softness like dough as he stroked his long thin penis in and out of the maid's pliant cream-white belly.
"Oh Jesus, put it in farther," Emma groaned thickly. "Fuck your sweet young cock all the way up inside my cunt ... I need it, baby, I need it!"
Brooke could see Emma's pleasure-contorted face and the glistening pink edges of her cuntal lips clamping hotly around the rigid girth of the sixteen-year old boy's hard pounding cock. The passion-dazed maid's vaginal opening sucked and pulled on the length of thickly pulsating flesh like a hungry mouth and slippery wet secretions seeped out to drench Jackie's swaying, sperm-bloated balls.
"Damn, this feels great!" Jackie wheezed breathlessly. "Your cunt's just like hot silk ... I can feel the head of my cock all the way up inside of you ... Ooooh."
At first, Brooke felt nothing but revulsion and utter horror at seeing her secret boyfriend's scandalous behavior with the older woman, the maid! How could he do such a thing? She wondered unbelievingly. Little by little, though, her feelings toward what she was watching began to change. The nausea in the pit of her stomach was gradually replaced by a slight fluttery sensation and she could not help but keep her eyes fastened intently on the strangely stimulating sight of Jackie's throbbing hard penis pulling almost all the way out of Emma's glistening hot pussy, then plunging forward again to disappear up inside the other woman's nakedly quivering belly. Brooke felt a tiny tingling warmth spreading slowly throughout her lower body, causing her almost ripe pink nipples to stiffen and chafe against the gauzy material of her robe. Oh, God, she moaned silently, WHY IS JACKIE DOING THIS?
But even as she asked herself this unanswerable question, she heard the handsome dark-haired boy's breath quicken and found herself taking a silent step forward to gain a better view of the jiggling bed from the doorway. The pretty seventeen-year old redhead's long suntanned legs were trembling and her own breath was coming in short pants now as she focused her eyes more intensely on the exciting sight of her private boyfriend's semen-smeared cock gliding effortlessly in and out of the wanton maid's flesh-engorged vagina. Brooke could hear the wet thudding sound of his cum-laden testicles as they collided against Emma's hairless little ring of anal flesh, making the lust-driven maid groan louder and strain upwards to meet the boy's every solid lunge.
Brooke gasped aloud as she saw Emma's wide-splayed thighs jerk back and wider apart until her plump knees were touching the bed on each side of her pinned shoulders. The glassy-eyed maid's hands suddenly shot up and around her adolescent lover's neck as her mouth opened as if to scream.
"Fuck me, fuck me harder, faster! Fuck my cunt, baby, because I'm ... I'm getting ready ... to cuuummmm!" Emma commanded in a high piercing whine. Her entire lower torso twitched crazily and her face contorted as if in painful agony as her back arched up completely off the bed to engulf the full glistening length of Jackie's hotly expanding cock.
Brooke was dimly aware of her own hand drifting slowly downward toward the moistly curling hair of her pubic mound. When it reached there, she did not realize at first that her fingertips were sliding wetly up and down, just barely grazing her outer cuntal lips and she was also unaware that her rounded young hips were now rocking gently back and forth, back and forth. Unthinking, she slipped one finger tenderly in between the warm wet folds of flesh and touched the inner softness of her never-before-used pussy. She found herself wondering with more than just idle curiosity what it must feel like to have an erect male penis inside her ... But after a moment, she suddenly understood what she was doing and quickly withdrew her hand from her soft silky loins and free of the slightly parted robe. My God, she thought with shame, what on earth is happening to me? She was almost as bad as Jackie, allowing herself to become actually excited by gazing at such an obscene exhibition as the one taking place on the bed before her very eyes.
Still, she could not prevent herself from renewing her gaze at the naked couple flailing their sweat-soaked bodies together on the bed. Jackie was plunging his long blood-engorged cock into the deepest recesses of the voluptuous young maid's vaginal passage, tunneling farther and farther up into her soft white belly like a wild rubbery pole of pulsing flesh. The beautiful redheaded teen-ager finally had to admit to herself that she was becoming thoroughly involved in what she was watching-in fact, she almost wanted to be where Emma was, enjoying Jackie's clean young manhood in the same way that the older woman was now.
"Oh God, hurt me, hurt me with your cock, you beautiful young bastard! Fuck hard up into my pussy until it tears apart," Emma groaned, her head tossing wildly from side to side on the rumpled bedspread as he rammed into her more ruthlessly than before. Brooke had never imagined, let alone seen such a degrading but exciting scene in her whole life. And yet she was also swamped with strong feelings of guilt because her body was responding to the stimulation of what she was seeing. After a long moment of struggle with herself, the copper-haired girl gathered up all her strength and managed to turn and sway dazedly back to her own bedroom, closing the door tightly behind her.
She fell limply on the bed when she reached it, her long, voluptuously sculpted legs falling open under her loosened robe to reveal her soft inner thighs and a glimpse of the tender sprinkling of blonde pubic hair. She lay there quietly for what seemed an eternity, stunned by what she had witnessed but no longer listening to the moaning sounds coming from the next room.
Eventually, though, her thoughts about what she had seen Jackie and Emma doing together turned again from ones of revolting shock to tremulous excitement. Her hand automatically slithered down her tingling body and over her slightly quivering belly to rest for a moment on the silken triangle of pubic hair surrounding her pulsing vaginal slit. She could feel the warm moistness oozing out from between her gradually swelling pussy lips and making her fingers sticky with her own secretions. My God, she wondered, could it be that she really was this bad? Could it be that, even as young and innocent as she was, she needed sexual gratification as much as the brazen maid, Emma?
A slight frown ruffled her brow and her large green eyes reflected her inner amazement as she answered her own question. Yes, she murmured inwardly, she did want the same kind of shameful erotic fulfillment that the older girl in the next bedroom was getting at that very moment. She knew that there was no turning back now, now that she was physically awakened and her gaze burned madly up at the ceiling as she spread her cream-white thighs wider apart and deliberately touched the pulsating wet opening of her pussy with her fingertips. The red-haired teenager drew her legs back slowly toward her chest and gently placed one finger on the sensitive pink tip of her throbbing clitoris, tenderly massaging it as with two fingers of her other hand, she parted the moist slippery cuntal lips to fully expose the tiny pink sex bud. After a few moments of touching herself there, her whole body began to tremble and she increased the pressure of her manipulations until undeniably hot desire scorched her wildly throbbing vagina.
With a shuddering groan, she carefully slipped her middle finger down from the erect tip of her clitoris, to the tight little hole of her cunt. She lingered there for a moment, struggling against going any further in this shameful act, but it was impossible to stop now and she felt her finger penetrate into the pleasurable warmth of her vaginal entrance. At first, she inserted the finger inside just past the first knuckle, but it was not enough and little lines of frustration appeared on her forehead. Holding her breath, she pushed harder and felt a delicious thrill course through her as the invading finger slipped smoothly inside her all the way up to the palm of her hand. She could feel it slide in painlessly along the slick soft walls of her steaming pussy and sensed in that instant that her rose-colored nipples were quivering to even greater hardness.
The young girl stroked in and out of herself, the tempo of her finger-fucking growing faster and faster until soon she was thrusting into her inflamed wet cunt greedily, trying to match the rhythm of Jackie's long virile cock as she remembered seeing it ramming in and out of Emma in the next bedroom But her sweet young pussy needed more-one finger was not enough. Then, she inserted another finger along with the first, wincing slightly from the brief flash of pain that came from this unaccustomed stretching of her virginal vagina. She gasped at the force of her own thrusts into the hair-fringed slit between her beautifully shaped thighs. Her tortured body was bent back almost double and the nakedly glistening plane of her loins was presented up into the air as the demons of unfulfillment taunted her on, driving her lust-fogged mind into oblivion except for one unrelenting thought ... she wanted her secret boyfriend Jackie's long hard penis inside her instead of her fingers.
CHAPTER TWO
"I don't need you," April Westingway said fierily to Pepi, her horse trainer, snapping her fingers contemptuously in front of his corpulent face. "I could fire you like that and if you don't keep your filthy hands off me, that's exactly what I'll do!"
They were just driving out of the stable area at Del Mar toward the ocean front and a Howard Johnson's restaurant about a mile away.
"Come on, honey, you don't mean that," the fat man scoffed in reply. "Hell, I'm all you've got."
"You're nothing of the kind," April huffed, raising her blonde-framed face upward and poking out her chin haughtily in the manner she often used to show that she was aristocratic and not someone to be trifled with by common people. "I do need a trainer, Pepi, but I certainly don't need someone like you putting your grimy hands on me. I'm warning you ... "
"Listen, baby, you should take it when you can get it," Pepi grinned, straightening up his seat as he reached over and casually placed his fleshy hand on the warm nylon-covered softness of her leg just above the knee. "Someday you might not be able to get it so easily."
"I'm not an animal like you," the beautiful tawny-haired woman snapped, "and I don't think my sex life is any of your business. Just try to remember that."
"I remember a time when your sex life was more than just my business," the trainer sneered maliciously. "I can remember the nice time we had about sixteen years ago ... about nine months before our son, Jackie, was born ... "
"Oh, please, Pepi, you know we agreed never to mention that," April blurted with a mixture . of shock and pitiful pleading in her voice. "I made a mistake with you, that's all and I've been paying for it ever since ... ever since Lee left me."
"Yeah, he never did go for your story about how it was his kid, did he?" Pepi smirked cruelly, already knowing the answer to his question but fully enjoying this powerful hold he had over her as long as-the truth about Jackie's real father was kept a secret. He knew that April would rather die than have her daughter and especially her now absent husband, find out the true story behind how he, Pepi, had gotten her pregnant in a motel room one night, a long time ago, after a wild party at the Santa Anita Racetrack when one of the Westingway horses had won a big race and earned a $50,000 purse. There had been buckets of champagne and she had gotten drunk, sure, but the beautiful Mrs. Westingway had not been too plastered to disappear with her fat trainer for a good satisfying fuck while her husband slept off a drunk in one of the private lounges reserved for horse-owners up in the clubhouse. Afterwards, she would have nothing to do with him until he had tried to fuck her again behind her husband's back. Pepi recalled how angry she had been and how she had haughtily reminded him that no one would ever believe that she would make love with someone as ugly and undesirable as he was even then-and especially not when she was happily married.
He remembered how, later, she had come to visit him at the stables to inform him that she was going to have a baby and that she doubted her husband, Lee, would believe it was his child because they had not been having sex together, except for a few times, during the. previous few months. In fact, she had said that she and her husband had not been having much fun in bed since Brooke, their daughter, had been born the year before. Pepi had seen immediately what an ideal position he was in and had promised to keep silent about everything just as long as she cooperated with him. She flatly refused to have anything more to do with him sexually but agreed to give him an extra thousand dollars a month, on top of his regular salary, if he would only keep their secret and allow her to raise Jackie as her husband's son. But Lee Westingway never really accepted the boy as his own and had persisted in referring to Jackie as "the house guest" who came to stay. It was well known that he had disowned the child and treated him contemptuously until, out of concern for Jackie and in a last desperate attempt to save her marriage with Lee, April had also begun to call her own son a "house guest" just to appease Lee. Later, she had even agreed with him to farm out the boy with Pepi and his ex-wife, Dixie, for long periods of time until Jackie was almost fifteen.
Pepi thought back to those times, how she had willingly given him support money for Jackie, in addition to a regular salary and blackmail money, but the trainer had grown tired of the extra responsibility and had demanded outrageous amounts of cash to look after the kid for shorter and shorter periods of time. Meanwhile, the boy had grown up without knowing the true identity of his parents, believing the mysterious story that he had been left behind by them to be cared for mainly by the Westingway's. Sure, April sometimes raised hell and threatened to fire her blackmailing trainer, but he knew that she would never do anything serious enough to risk losing the boy altogether and having everyone know the whole true story. It was too bad about her husband finally leaving her about eighteen months ago, the overweight Pepi chuckled to himself, but he had heard gossip around the stable area that Mr. Westingway had not been getting much sex at home for a long time and had been seen out doing the town with other women. It was probably that she had been so guilty about fucking another man and lying to her husband , that she had become frigid and afraid to have anything to do with sex. Hell, Pepi swore-wordlessly, he might be fat but he had an uncanny instinct when it came to understanding how women think. The only thing he could not figure out to his own satisfaction was why Lee Westingway had chosen his own trainer's wife, Dixie, to run away with ... Dixie was not bad looking of course and she was a damned fine lay, Pepi mused, but he and everyone else had been flabbergasted when a man of Westingway's importance and wealth had set up house on a seemingly permanent basis with her on the East Coast.
"Pepi, what's running through that evil little mind of yours?" April asked after the long silence between them, her voice shaky and betraying the fear of discovery that she had never learned to live with and probably never would.
"Oh, nothing much," Pepi replied laconically. "I was just thinking back to that night we had together and how nice it would be to have a repeat session after all these years."
"Well, forget it," the statuesque beauty hissed. "Even if Jackie doesn't know I'm his real mother, he's been staying with Brooke and me quite happily for almost two years now. Besides, you're being paid more than enough to keep your fat mouth shut and if you ever try anything serious with me, I'll scream rape at the top of my lungs!"
Afraid and yet trembling with rage, she steered the powerful Buick sedan out onto the freeway and mashed her foot down on the accelerator. The huge car lurched forward and swerved out into the fast lane as she sped toward the restaurant where there would be other people and she would not have to be alone with the beast sitting beside her. Yes, she admitted, she had made a tragic mistake with Pepi, one that had radically changed her attitude toward sex and eventually toward her own husband ... After that dimly-remembered love-making with Pepi, she had become terrified of sex and had been physically and mentally incapable of convincing Lee that she wanted him to touch her intimately. On top of his strong doubt that Jackie was actually his own son, he had believed that she had been unfaithful to him and that had further threatened his sense of masculinity along with her frigid reactions to his love-making. Just before Jackie's fifteenth birthday, he had packed his bags and for some strange reason, gone off with Dixie Erban, a woman with little education, no breeding and who was known to have a violent temper. It had been terribly complicated and difficult to live a lie successfully all these years, long lonely years during which she had yearned desperately to have Lee back with her and yet she could not risk losing the son she loved, either.
"Jesus, baby, watch it! Slow down!" she heard Pepi caution anxiously. She glanced quickly down at the speedometer and was alarmed to see that the heavy Buick was racing along at almost 100 m.p.h.
"Now don't tell me that you're afraid, Pepi, not a man like you who earns his living from speed," the curvaceous blonde said sarcastically after she had slowed down to the legal speed limit and was again in contact with present reality.
"I race horses, baby, not cars," Pepi muttered irritably as he relaxed and began to rub his huge protruding stomach. "After all, it would be a damned shame if you wrecked us and I missed another free lunch on you."
CHAPTER THREE
Back in the upstairs bedroom of the Westingway house, young Jackie was preparing himself for another mind-reeling round of fucking with the saucy maid, Emma. Christ, he thought happily, the next time he shot off his load in her, it would be his brains shooting out the end of his cock. He knew he should stop now but it seemed impossible, for the twenty-three year old servant girl's hotly clenching pussy felt better than anything he had ever felt before. He leaned down over the spread-eagled woman and flicked out his moist tongue to lick wetly along her soft white belly, then upward between her heavily rounded breasts, each teasing wisp of his warm tongue causing Emma's naked loins to jerk upward. As he licked and sucked on her full, pink-tipped mounds of flesh, she moaned over and over in tantalizing frustration, grinding the hairy wet plane of her cunt ever higher off the mattress in a frantic attempt to find and devour the virile youth's long pleasure-giving penis.
"Oh Jackie, oh shit, put it in me again. Please fuck me more, more," the voluptuous young woman whimpered in a barely intelligible voice. Just the sound of her begging that way made Jackie's cock spring to its full hard length again and he felt his throbbing shaft of cock-flesh nudging against the satin-like smoothness of her nakedly wide-spread thighs. He edged forward a little to gain a better position up between her trembling legs until the rock-hard cock-tip came into electrifying contact with the already cum-soaked hairs surrounding her vaginal slit. "Hurry, baby, hurry! Shove it up inside me before I go crazy!"
He reached down between their writhing young bodies to grasp himself with one hand and rub the blood-filled head of his cock teasingly back and forth over her quivering red clitoris. Then, without warning, he lowered himself slightly and pushed forward hard, planting the entire length of his lust-rampant penis up in her juicy wet cunt all the way to the hilt. She locked her heels wantonly around his lean muscular back and moaned with relief as he began to saw slowly in and out of the thrilling wet softness of her cuntal passage. She squirmed and writhed like a bitch in heat as he skewered the hot cock in and out, gradually thrusting faster and with greater force as she spurred him on obscenely, kicking her heels hard against his sweat-glistening back. The sixteen-year old boy's hands moved up automatically to clasp under and around her flattened shoulders for better leverage as he rammed furiously up into her churning belly until she thought the blunt unyielding tip of his cock would pound her tender cervix to shreds. But, oh God, she wanted it, all of it, as far up inside her hungry pussy as it could possibly go. And she was getting every glorious throbbing inch of it, too, all the way up to his heavy aching balls. Oh yes, she thought deliriously, this was even better than the first time and she was already nearing the brink of another soul-shattering orgasm.
"Aaaaah, yeesssss, I'm cummmmmming," she gasped breathlessly, her entire naked body jerking and arching up insanely as wave after wave of blinding electrical climax washed over every atom of her being.
Suddenly, Jackie tensed also, smashing his youthful tingling loins in brutal collision against hers, his fresh load of hot sticky cum spurting far up into the cavern of her wildly contracting vagina, mixing lewdly with her own cum-juices and spilling out again to completely saturate their tightly locked loins as well as the bedspread upon which they lay panting.
"Jesus Christ, that was ... so ... good," the handsome teenager finally managed to say between painful gaspings for air as he attempted to fill his lungs again. Then, no longer able to support himself on his elbows, he collapsed heavily forward over her passion-spent body. When a few moments had passed, he weakly lifted himself up enough to roll off her, his rapidly-deflating penis slipping out of her with a tiny pop as he fell exhausted at her side.
In the adjoining bedroom, pretty Brooke Westingway was also approaching the peak of her self-achieved orgasm. She raised her arm to muffle her cries of passionate ecstasy with the back of her hand while with the other hand she continued to arduously finger-fuck herself, plunging two fingers madly up into her burning wet cunt. She knew that something spectacular was about to happen and her shapely sun-bronzed legs stiffened out straight in preparation for whatever it was.
Then it happened.
"Aaaaagggghh, mmmmmffff," the tortured, lust-driven girl cried out in muted ecstasy as her first real orgasm overwhelmed her completely and caused her voluptuous young body to pitch out of control on the swaying bed. She hardly understood what was happening and her head whirled in depraved sensuality as the hot, wet walls of her vagina clasped and unclasped desperately, milking at her impaling fingers like a sucking, starving mouth.
After the last quivers of her magnificent cumming had faded away to just a pleasant warm glow in her stomach, she thought in a flash of panic that perhaps her cries of passion had been overheard by Jackie and Emma in the next room. Brooke quickly straightened up to sit light-headedly on the edge of the bed, her senses still reeling as, after a moment, she rose unsteadily and fastened her robe tightly around her waist. She then walked out on her balcony and peered cautiously around the comer of the wall into Jackie's bedroom. The flush-faced redhead could see that he was still on the bed with the sluttish maid, only they were lying there quietly now, as if they were both asleep after their lewd coupling had drained them of every last ounce of their energy.
Well, Brooke decided, she was thankful that she had not been heard by them ... but she was also crippled now by a withering sense of guilt that she always felt every time her thoughts touched even, lightly on sex, or when her prematurely ripe young body was at all aroused by anything. She had probably learned to fear and feel guilty about sex from her mother, April.
Brooke could remember the many times that she had seen her mother turn to stone when her father, Lee, had tried to kiss or caress her in an innocently loving manner. Why? she wondered, her large green eyes lost in thought as she re-entered her room and headed toward her private bathroom. Once inside, she shut the door behind her and turned to stare curiously at herself in the huge mirror over the sink. She saw that tears were streaming freely down her cheeks and she knew why immediately-she was crying out of shame and remorse.
"But I'm only human," she said aloud, as though she were addressing another person rather than her own reflection in the mirror. She let out a little laugh then, realizing in that instant that she was being silly, allowing herself to get all worked up over a session of masturbating that no one else would ever know about. Besides, even though Jackie was her secret love and he had unknowingly betrayed her by making love to Emma, Brooke had to admit to herself that what she had seen them doing together had certainly made her hot enough to play with herself. And there was something else that was important, she reminded herself with a burst of pride as she shrugged the beach robe sensually down off her narrow shoulders and stood there completely naked and inviting to the eye. She was far prettier and had a much sexier body than the older maid.
Brooke's own eyes admired the reflection of the full rounded spheres of her pink-nippled breasts, how her tiny wisp of waist flared out to the ivory white smoothness of her hips where the pants of her bikini bathing suit had protected her from the glaring sun on the beach. She gazed almost smugly at the utter perfection of her nubile young body, her eyes traveling from her finely featured face all the way down to the silky auburn patch of pubic hair surrounding her still slightly moist cuntal slit and smiled to herself at the thought of how wildly excited Jackie would be if he ever saw her completely naked this way. He would never again give a second thought to Emma if he knew that possibly he could kiss and touch the beautiful female body that Brooke now saw reflected in the mirror.
No, Brooke nodded with a wink at her own image, until he had tasted the sweetness of her glistening red lips and held her softly yielding young body tightly against his own, he would never know how much she really did love him and wanted him to treat her like the desirable woman she already was at the age of seventeen. God, she chided herself with playful sternness, she had better stop teasing herself with such thoughts or soon she would be back on her bed doing the same thing that she had already decided was wrong.
CHAPTER FOUR
The day and night had passed like a nightmare. Brooke had slept nearly around the clock, tossing and turning often in her sleep and once during the night she had dreamt that she and Jackie were sunbathing together on the beach. Suddenly, he had risen from the sand and said that he had to keep an appointment with another girl. It had been awful, even as a dream and Brooke had wakened herself with a scream.
Now, as the late morning sun baked in through her glass balcony door, she began to stretch and move back and forth kittenishly on the sheets as she gazed out at the gulls and listened to their squawking sounds as they drifted airily in the cloudless blue sky. She thought hazily of yesterday, of seeing Jackie and Emma together and then of what she had done by herself and surprisingly enough, she did not feel as guilty this morning as she had expected she would. Actually, she felt much more alive and optimistic than guilty. At least now she knew that she was healthy sexually and that only her compulsive sense of shame, when she responded to erotic stimulation as she had yesterday, stood in the way of her enjoyment of purely physical pleasure.
With that resolved in her mind, she sprang out of bed and quickly ducked out of her frothy blue shorty nightgown, pulling it up over her head with a hissing, clinging sound and then tossing it onto the foot of the bed. A moment later, she was in the shower, lathering her ripe young flesh with fragrant soap, then stepping up to stand directly under the spray to rinse off and feel the tiny needles of warm water playing lightly down on her sensitive skin. She rubbed the slippery bar of soap briskly over her wet brownish-red pubic hair and felt a shiver of electric pleasure race up her spine from the tantalizing sensation of contact there. It was such a wonderfully thrilling feeling, one that sent forbidden tremors of luxurious sensuality surging through her nerves like life itself and yet she was unable to fight down the fear of losing control again. It was almost as though someone were watching her to make sure that her instincts were not allowed to run free and she turned in the stall to peer out through the frosted glass shower door.
But no one was there. Still not satisfied, she turned off the water and stepped out of the shower stall just in time to catch sight of the bathroom door closing behind someone. With her heart beating in her throat, she flung open the door to her bedroom and saw Jackie standing sheepishly a few feet away.
"Jackie!" she gasped out in surprise, wrapping her arms around herself to cover her nakedness. "What on earth are you doing in here?"
"Nothing ... I wasn't doing anything," the lithe-limbed young teenager assured her guiltily as he avoided her eyes. "Christ, I only came up here to ask if you wanted scrambled eggs for breakfast."
"Oh ... I didn't know," the beautiful redhead mumbled as she reached out for a towel to cover herself. "I-I just didn't expect anyone to come barging into my bathroom while I was ... taking a shower."
"Please, please forgive me, honey," the good-looking boy began in a slightly sarcastic tone of voice, "because I didn't want to scare you ... I just wanted to watch you having a good time ... taking your shower."
"I thought you came up to ask how I wanted my eggs," Brooke countered, a frown of confusion on her pretty face. She was petrified with fear that he really had seen her doing more than just taking an innocent morning shower. Well, she thought, he had no right to come into the privacy of her bathroom and spy on her, so she would just bluff it out. "Yes, I'll have my eggs scrambled, Jackie and now if you'll please go, I'll dress and be down in a few minutes."
* * *
It was late, after ten o'clock, when April sauntered into the kitchen for breakfast. Usually she was up before dawn and out at the track to watch her horses going through their workouts.
"Hi, Mom," Brooke called from the little porch just off the kitchen. "I thought you'd already be out at the track."
"No, not today, dear," April announced with a little laugh. "It seems to me that I've earned a day off for a change."
"Hey, that's great!" Jackie half-shouted as he flashed a boyish smile at the older woman. "Now you can take off for the beach with Brooke and me to have a swim."
"Well, I don't know about that," the stunningly beautiful blonde woman said with a poutish chuckle. "Aren't you forgetting that I'm more than twice your age and would probably have a hard time keeping up with you two youngsters?"
Jackie turned away from his task at the stove, an expression of mock surprise on his handsome face as he chided, "Come on now, surely you're not that old."
As April shrugged helplessly and took a sip from the hot cup of coffee that the boy had handed her, Jackie's gaze lingered boldly on the woman he had known for some time now was his real mother. Christ, he thought, even if she was his mother and a lot older than he, there was no denying the fact that she was a sexy, good-looking dish. In the past few months, he had begun to look at female bodies with increased interest and he had to admit that April was damned well worth all the attention he had been paying her lately. He remembered how thoroughly astounded he had been that night, now about two years ago, when he had been staying with Pepi and Dixie. The fat trainer had been drinking heavily all day and in the midst of an argument with his wife, he had blurted out the truth about how he was his actual father and April was his mother. Pepi had made the astonished boy promise never to repeat what he had discovered that night. Although Jackie still did not fully understand the whole story behind his parentage, he at least knew that he was not merely an orphan ... "the house guest" who stayed at the Westingway's ... and he felt a lot more secure because of the fact. Now, since no one but Pepi knew that Jackie was aware of the truth, the sixteen-year old brown-haired boy could take advantage of his strange position as a so-called house guest and enjoy living with two gorgeous women, his mother and half-sister.
Sure, he thought, maybe it was a little odd to think of his own mother and sister with such unashamed desire, but hell, his life had been odd anyway.
A few moments later, Jackie served them breakfast on the sun porch, grinning broadly to himself as he noticed how Brooke's lovely green eyes followed his every movement with noticeable admiration. Shit, she was only a year older than he was and yet her lush curvaceous young body was already twice as exciting as that of the maid, Emma, whom he had fucked silly just yesterday. God, it was hard to decide which one of the two females, April or Brooke, he wanted to fuck the most. They both made his virile young cock hard every time he was around them nowadays and sometimes he was almost positive that they would see it bulging out like a stiff pole under his trouser crotch. As for Brooke, just the memory of seeing her proud high breasts and the silky patch of reddish-brown pubic hair around her little cunt this morning, when he had sneaked in to watch her in the shower, made his long fleshy penis jerk to life in his trousers now.
When he rose from the table to fetch more coffee from the kitchen for them, he saw that April's cool blue eyes were pinned to the spot where his throbbing hard penis jutted out in his pants. As he quickly averted his eyes from hers, he noticed that Brooke was also devouring the sight of his protruding male rigidity and it suddenly made him even hotter to think of the two desirable women staring at him that way. His jerking young cock pulsed to even greater hardness and it was all he could do in that moment to keep from stroking himself right in front of their very eyes.
Yes, he assured himself inwardly, he would enjoy his role as a house guest just as long as he possibly could.
* * *
The sun was almost unbearably hot at the beach and there were hundreds of people wading or actually swimming out beyond the roaring breakers in an attempt to cool off in the water. April had decided to stay home at Willow Run, saying that she had stacks of paperwork to catch up on, so Brooke and Jackie were alone together on the enormous beach towel they had spread out to lie on. The day was a scorcher but the sky was a clear bright blue and the tiny dots of huge freighter ships could be seen far out at sea with the naked eye.
"I saw you yesterday," Brooke said suddenly, interrupting the long silence between them.
"You saw what?" the dark-haired boy asked quickly, grabbing out at her rounded bikini-covered buttocks in a playful manner. "What did you see?"
"I saw you in bed, silly," Brooke giggled as she turned her backside away from him and started to rise to one knee. Jackie snaked out one hand and caught her closest wrist, though, pulling hard until she tumbled forward against his warm sun-bronzed body and he began to tickle her furiously along the soft sensitive flesh covering her ribs. "No, stop it," she wailed between fits of laughter, squirming her voluptuous, scantily clad body in a futile effort to escape his tormenting fingers.
"What did you see; Tell me," Jackie insisted, still tickling her to make her talk but slowly becoming aware of her nearness and the softness of her golden smooth skin. His senses sparked immediately to life as he felt her long shiny red hair brush gently across his bare chest. Then, without warning, she took advantage of his slightly relaxed hold on her wrist and twisted away, bounding to her feet to dash off a few yards from the beach towel and stand there with her moist red tongue sticking out at him.
"Wouldn't you like to know," she taunted, little realizing what a deliciously sexy picture she made standing there in the sun with her skimpy bathing suit slightly akimbo from the tussle they had had a moment before.
"Aw, hell, you didn't see a damned thing," Jackie growled with feigned harshness as he leered hotly at the tiny half-circle of pink nipple that had been exposed when her bikini top was pulled to one side. Jesus, he thought, she was not even aware of what she was showing him!
Later, after she had made him promise solemnly not to tickle her any more, Brooke returned to lie down beside him on the huge towel, modestly straightening her bathing suit as she settled into a comfortable position. Her thoughts were also focused on sex as they lay there silently soaking up the rays of the sweltering sun. She had to admit to herself that just the brief contact with Jackie's bare flesh during their playful struggle had left a tingling warm feeling in the pit of her stomach. God, her ripe young body ached to be touched by him! A thrill flitted over her nerve-ends as she remembered the lewd but wildly stimulating picture of his long hard penis plunging in and out of that-terrible!-other woman, the maid. Brooke's mind was a prisoner of that memory now and she knew it was useless to try to erase it from her consciousness.
She clamped her soft inner thighs tightly together and pushed down firmly with her quivering hair-covered pubic mound against the sand beneath the towel. The tiny bud of her clitoris was throbbing to erection between the pink, slightly moist folds of pussy flesh that encased it. It was driving her crazy to be so close to him, only a few inches separating their brown, sun-warm bodies and yet she was too frightened to move closer and press against him the way she desperately wanted to.
"Come on, what do you mean you saw me in bed?" Jackie asked unexpectedly, as though he had been reading the content of his beautiful half-sister's thoughts.
"I saw you with Emma when you were ... doing what you were doing together ... the day before yesterday," Brooke finally said in a stumbling voice, immediately sorry that she had been bold enough to mention the incident.
Jackie wore an expression of discomfort on his manly young face as he looked away and buried his head deep in his folded arms. "So, you really saw us, eh? ... Well, so what?"
"Is she ... do you love her?" Brooke asked seriously, ignoring his defiant attitude toward the subject. She was almost afraid of what he might say next ... perhaps that, yes, he was in love with the maid, Emma, but he only laughed good-naturedly and reached over to touch her soft velvety thigh lightly with his fingertips.
"Hell, Brooke, you don't know anything," he chortled with a grin lifting his lips. "In fact, if you ask me, I think you're pretty stupid."
"I'm not as stupid as you think, Jackie," Brooke said quietly. "For one thing, I don't think that you do love her ... Do you?" The dark-haired teenager did not answer but merely looked over at Brooke and smiled warmly, wordlessly assuring the beautiful redhead that he definitely was not in love with Emma. The attractive pair of adolescents said nothing then and lay with their shoulders touching gently as the bright sun beat down on them, their ears filled only with the sounds of the surf flashing to shore and the soft whisper of their own breathing.
* * *
It was several hours later when Brooke returned alone to Willow Run to find her mother reading in the large living room. The enticingly-shaped blonde was propped up on her elbows amid a mountain of brightly-colored pillows in front of the huge empty fireplace. Brooke could see that her mother was wearing nothing but a sheer open-necked nightgown which hardly served to cover her full-rounded breasts. The older woman was such a vision of magnificent beauty that her seventeen-year old daughter was always a little intimidated by her and even now approached April with meek quietness.
"Mother?"
"What? Oh, it's you, Brooke. Where's Jackie?"
"He said something about having to help Pepi over at the track," Brooke explained matter-of-factly, her thoughts still centered on her mother's lush sexy body. It seemed a tragedy that a ravishing, fully mature woman like her mother should allow her ripe desirable curves to go to waste this way. After all, probably every man who saw her was driven half mad with desire to possess her completely. Maybe even Jackie wanted to ... but then the thought of Jackie reminded Brooke of what she had resolved to tell her mother. It was something that she had thought deeply about on the walk home from the beach and now she decided that she had better spill it out before she lost the courage she had worked up.
"Mother, I want to tell you something," Brooke began, feeling her confidence already beginning to ebb away. "I ... I think I'm falling ... for Jackie, Mother. And I think he's interested in me, too."
Brooke saw her mother's face go suddenly pale, its unblemished smoothness marred in that instant by tight lines of worry and concern.
"What's wrong, Mother? You look so ... strange," Brooke frowned, her own nerves jolted by April's unexpectedly strong reaction to the confession of a moment before.
"Nothing is wrong, dear," April lied, straightening the front of her nightgown as she rose to her feet and walked slowly out on the sun deck adjoining the living room. "Brooke, darling, I'm afraid it's impossible for you to have Jackie as a boyfriend ... now or ever."
"But Mother, of course I can ... I mean, if he wants me," the confused young redhead objected. A flurry of reasons for her mother's mysterious statement flooded Brooke's mind as she stepped hurriedly outside to stand beside the older woman on the sun deck. God, maybe her mother was interested in Jackie for herself! The pretty teenager considered with a flash of alarm and fear. As this possibility began to form more solidly in her mind, she heard April speak: "I don't know exactly how to tell you this, Brooke," April started in a gentle voice, "but it's something I should have had the courage to explain to you a long time ago. You see, Jackie is ... your brother."
At first, the sweet-faced teen-ager's expression failed to register the full extent of her shock, but gradually her exquisite features collapsed and horror began to shine in her eyes and show in the O-shaped posture of her lips. "Jackie is my....
"Yes, dear, Jackie is your brother ... Well, actually, he's your half-brother," April divulged in a still-gentle voice as she turned automatically to place her arms in a gesture of consolation around her shapely young daughter's shoulders. "If you want to hear me out, I think I can explain everything."
The crestfallen redhead could only nod her head up and down, mechanically as though in a trance and slump limply against April's thinly-clad warmth as the older woman began to unveil the complicated chain of events that had led up to her shocking revelation about Jackie. April missed nothing. She related all the unflattering details about her relationship with Lee, Brooke's father and how getting pregnant with Jackie had been a foolishly careless mistake. She even went so far as to reveal that she had been paying Pepi blackmail money all these years just to keep the fat trainer's mouth shut about that same awful mistake, committed so long ago in a moment of weakness.
Brooke's bedazed mind absorbed the story slowly, trying to fit this new information together with the bits and pieces of mystery concerning Jackie that she had wondered about for years and yet it was still hard for her to think of the handsome boy as her brother-even her half-brother. Even harder to accept was the fact that her mother, the beautiful well-bred lady, would stoop to having an obscene sexual affair with that fat trainer Pepi behind her father's back. It was unbelievable! God, she cringed, what if Jackie had actually tried to do more than peek at her in the shower? She probably would have let her own brother make love to her! ... But Jackie did not seem like her brother, at all and that was something that seemed to be more important to her than the truth.
"Does Jackie know about this?" Brooke asked her mother after a long awkward silence between them. It was as though the excitingly-shaped teenager had been studying the chances of side-stepping this touchy subject altogether, perhaps in order to continue her own private romance with the handsome boy whom she loved and yet now knew was forbidden to her.
"No, dear, he doesn't know."
"Good," Brooke mumbled after a moment of private thought. Thankfully, her mother had ignored the comment and stood there motionless beside her, using the unending sounds of the sea beating against the coast as a shield to hide behind.
CHAPTER FIVE
Coils of cigarette smoke filled the dimly-lighted cocktail lounge as April smiled and leaned down on her elbows atop the polished end of the piano. She was worried about Brooke and hoped that Karl, an attractive man she had met last year at the Keenland yearling sales, would not mind her quietness now. He was a good, strong man and he had comforted her unselfishly after learning that Lee had left her.
It was the next day after her confrontation with Brooke about Jackie and the striking blonde was using the opportunity of being with her friend, Karl, to have a couple of drinks and relax. The bar pianist ran through several of his own favorite numbers and was just finishing up a set when Karl edged closer to April and asked: "What would you like to hear, darling?" As he spoke, he leaned forward suddenly and kissed her lingeringly on the neck, his warm lips grazing her tender white flesh with a thrilling rush of pleasant but dangerous sensation.
"Please, Karl, don't do that," the smartly-dressed blonde objected in a soft voice as she pulled away from her companion. "Remember, you promised me."
"Yes, yes, I know," Karl said abruptly, his voice tinged with hurt and irritation. "God knows, I never hear anything else from you but objections."
"I'm sorry, but you know perfectly well that that's how things have to be between us," April reminded, self-consciously smoothing back her silky honey-colored hair with one hand as she spoke.
"You're a gorgeous woman, April," Kari said, the tone of his voice becoming less harsh as he went on, "and I think you ought to give up on Lee ... Start living for yourself."
"Oh, it's not just Lee. It's everything." April was close to tears now and had to bite down hard on her lower lip to keep from breaking down. "I'm so stupid, Karl, that I don't know how you can be so good to me." The fiftyish, slightly grey-haired man smiled warmly and reached over to touch her shoulder gently, kneading her supple flesh with his strong fingertips through the worsted material of her suit jacket. He was a tall, powerful-looking man with enormous hands and there was something that suggested incredible strength in his manner and almost arrogant posture. Most women would find Karl very attractive, April thought as she studied him for a moment out of the comer of her eye. In fact, she was deeply impressed by him herself; it was as though his mere presence was a threat to her safety as a wealthy and properly behaved lady; and yet she was drawn almost magically to that very element of threat in his personality. She liked bold men but she was also afraid of them. She was reminded of a ruthless Nazi officer wearing an impeccably pressed uniform and high polished black boots when she studied the man carefully.
"Dammit, where are those drinks we ordered?" the imposing man grumbled as he craned his neck to search around the dim, smoke-filled cocktail lounge for their waiter. A few minutes later, he caught the busy young man's attention and angrily reminded him that he and April had been waiting for an unusually long time for their scotches. Not that she needed any more to drink, the voluptuous blonde beauty thought to herself. She was already feeling the four-or was it five now?-scotches that they had drunk since they had come there. And even though she had chastised Karl a few minutes before, for being too intimate with her, she now found herself a little sorry that she had discouraged him so coldly. She was not certain whether it was guilt or the effects of the alcohol that made her want to show more warmth toward him now. In any case, she felt strangely restless and began to squirm down against the edge of the leather stool she sat on, her slender ankles locking tightly around the legs to gain better leverage as she made tiny grinding motions that brought her panty-clad vagina into firmer contact with the thick leather seat.
"I'll tell you what," Karl suggested in a low suave voice, "let's finish this drink and then take a cruise around town in my Mercedes. What do you say?"
"Ummm, maybe that would be nice," April nodded, swaying slightly on the stool and allowing her handsome friend to steady her with the support of his arm around her shoulders. She did not offer any resistance this time and leaned limply against him, pressing the yielding softness of her closest breast against his side. Any other time she would be fighting this sort of thing, she realized vaguely, but now she actually welcomed his support and the comforting warmth of his male body against her.
Not long afterwards, Karl and April were tearing along through the rolling fog that shrouded long stretches of the coast highway, the cream-colored Mercedes purring like a cat as it swept around curves and flattened out again on the straightaway's. April was dizzy with all she had had to drink as well as with the excitement of racing along at top speed through the patches of wet misty fog. In a bleary surge of friendly warmth, she suddenly decided that she liked Karl very much ... She liked his strength and the unswerving authority that seemed to surround him in every situation, no matter where he was. He was almost like Lee that way, a real man who was not only unafraid of the world but whose presence alone seemed powerful enough to take command and rule over everything around him.
April sat in the deep leather bucket-seat with her legs crossed, staring out unseeingly through the windshield at the blurred countryside flashing by them. Karl shifted a little in his seat and reached down between them to flip open the top of a wood-paneled compartment just behind the gear box. Keeping his eyes glued steadily to the highway, he briskly withdrew a small silver flask and handed it to April.
"Here, baby, pour us a nice shot of that good Scotch," he said as he returned his attention to driving and punched down the accelerator hard with the toe of his shoe. "There's a cup in the jockey box."
Without even thinking, the thirty-four year old flaxen-haired woman reached forward obediently and took out the cup to fill it almost to the brim as the sleek Mercedes-Benz snarled up the coast route. After she had taken a healthy slug of the fiery liquid, she handed the cup to Karl and watched admiringly as he drained off the still nearly full container in two huge gulps. God, this was absolutely crazy, she mused blearily, tearing along this way in a drunken daze through the coastal fog.
"Where are we going?" April asked when her burning throat had cooled and the Scotch was working its way warmly down into her stomach, renewing the pleasant glow of security that she had been feeling more and more strongly during the last half hour.
"Well, I thought we'd stop by my beach house for awhile," the handsome grey-haired man replied casually. "We can have another drink and rest up a bit before we decide where to have a nice cozy dinner later on this evening."
"Oh, Karl, I don't know," April balked, hoping that the sudden feeling of uncertainty she had was not detectable in her tone of voice. "It's getting late and besides, my place is much closer to town when we make up our minds where we want to go for dinner. If you'll slow down a little, Brooke and Jackie will probably be asleep by the time we get there ... so we can be alone while we enjoy that drink together."
"Dammit, April, if I didn't know better, I'd think you were handing me a line," Karl laughed good-naturedly as he cramped the wheel tightly to turn off on a road that led through a range of inland mountains back toward Del Mar. "I'll tell you what. I'll believe you if you show your honest intentions by giving me a little kiss-right now." Without waiting for her reply, he braked the expensive car and pulled over to come to a crunching stop on the gravel shoulder of the lonely road. At first, she could think of nothing to say and just sat there trying to look poised and in control of her faculties. She felt his hot breath filtering through her soft blonde hair to tickle the sensitive area around her ear and was surprised when her supple body seemed to defy her will and melt yieldingly against his. Yes, she thought defensively, it was definitely the alcohol that was making her respond so freely to what she was certain were less than honorable intentions on his part. It was fairly obvious that he wanted only to use her beautiful, love-starved body for his own selfish satisfaction. For some reason, though, the idea of his touching her seemed less repugnant to her now and she even began to experience strange little fluttery sensations in her stomach at the shameful thought of it.
"Well, I guess we'd better get started, then ... unless you'd rather stay parked here awhile," Karl said huskily, the suggestive quality in his voice a clear indication that he felt encouraged by her squirming against him a moment ago. Jesus, just the barest possibility of being able to fuck this gorgeous blonde made his thick cock jerk to semi-hardness in his trousers. If he thought he could get away with it, he would like nothing better than to ram it to her in the back seat right here and now, until she begged for mercy.
"No, Karl, we'd better start home before it gets any later," April said hastily. Sighing out loud, the dignified-looking man put the Mercedes in gear and pulled out on the narrow road that led back to town. They drove along in silence, each one thinking to himself of what had happened, or at least had almost happened, back there where they had parked.
Almost an hour later, Karl brought the car to a quiet halt in the driveway at Willow Run. Against her better judgment, she allowed him to talk her into having another quick drink of Scotch before they went into the house. Her head was reeling in giddy intoxication as they made their way up the front steps together, the older man's arm draped familiarly around her slim waist as they entered the darkened living room. Just inside the door, he stopped abruptly and spun the shapely blonde around to face him, his brawny arms snaking out to encircle her waist and draw her tightly against him as he bent down his head to grind his mouth hard against her succulent red lips. At first, she struggled out of surprise and fear but his male strength was too great for her and she knew it was useless to resist. His hot tongue darted into the warm moistness of her mouth like a scalding fleshy lance and swiped at her tongue, licking and exploring it for awhile and then sucking on it with his lips until finally she pulled backwards and managed to free herself from his imprisoning arms. But something else had happened to her senses in that moment, something in that brief erotic contact that was more than fear and revulsion. It was as though her reason had been stolen away and she had been blinded to everything else around her but the nerve-jolting surges of pleasure she had felt from the hot probings of his tongue in her mouth.
"I-I think I'd better go upstairs and see if the children are asleep," April said falteringly, thankful that her dazed mind was capable of coming up with an excuse to get her out of this dangerous situation ... at least temporarily.
"Aw hell, baby, you know damned well that they're asleep," Karl rasped impatiently. "There wasn't a light on anywhere in the house when we came up. And besides, it's about time they learned to let you enjoy yourself. I mean, you are a mature woman, aren't you? You've got a right to have a little fun of your own, don't you? So come on, relax."
"Well, maybe you're right," she said uncertainly, "but I've at least got to freshen up a little before we go out anywhere for dinner." She knew that her voice clearly betrayed her anxiety at being alone with him this way and now she could no longer trust even herself. She desperately needed time to think things over, to decide for herself what it really was that she had felt during his embrace.
"Oh, all right. Go ahead and get ready," he said with a little snarl of reluctance as he reached down to switch on a nearby table lamp. "But you'd better not go upstairs, you know, or you might wake up Brooke and Jackie."
"I'll try not to be very long," she assured him, ignoring his sarcasm as she strode quickly across the spacious living room toward a downstairs bathroom at the back of the house. He grumbled under his breath as he watched her beautifully curved, voluptuous form disappear through the door. God, he wanted to fuck her, he thought to himself, but he knew now that it was not going to be as easy as he had hoped. He would need a little help. He disliked the idea of having to resort to anything but his own masculine charm to turn on a woman, but April Westingway was no ordinary woman and her temptingly rounded body was more than enough to make him forget his ego for the moment.
Reaching inside his coat pocket, he withdrew a small clear cellophane packet of something that appeared to be powder and stared at it curiously as he held it up to the light. It was a "special" mixture that he had bought from one of the grooms at the track. The stuff would turn even the coldest, most uncooperative bitch into a raving nympho, the groom had promised him and it was supposed to be imported from Africa. As potent and expensive as it was, the old groom had said that the colorless powder was practically tasteless and could be given to an unsuspecting woman without fear of detection. Well, Karl smiled, he would see just how effective this aphrodisiac was ... If it worked on April, it would be worth every penny and he would not even mind too much if she succumbed to its effects instead of just his own devious attempts to seduce her.
The distinguished-looking, grey-haired man walked hurriedly over to the bar and took out glasses and a nearly-full bottle of sweet vermouth. After pouring both glasses half-full of the rich amber-colored liquid, he shook out about a third of the contents of the cellophane packet into one glass. He stirred in the powder with one finger and seeing it dissolve completely, shrugged his shoulders and tapped in some more. Hesitating a moment, a wry smile crossed his face and he moved the packet over to the other glass, shaking out the remainder of the "special" mixture into the vermouth it contained. Hell, why not? he chuckled devilishly. After all, lie would not want April to go crazy just because he could not supply her with all the hard cock she needed.
"Oh, you've fixed drinks," April observed as she entered the room, a slight frown of disapproval clouding her freshly made-up face. "Are you sure we'll have time, Karl? I'm awfully hungry and we've already had more than enough to drink ... for me, anyway."
"Darling, please, indulge me just this once," he urged, barely able to conceal his surprise at her unexpected early return. "I've only fixed us two harmless little drinks, just vermouth and I promise you that we'll leave for dinner just as soon as we finish them ... if you want to."
"Okay, Karl, you win," the stunning blonde laughed uncomfortably, a faint trace of worry in her expression. She lifted her glass then and sipped slowly at the sweet, strangely murky liquid as she moved around Karl to take a seat casually on the arm of the massive couch alongside the bar. She was almost amazed when the tall good-looking man began to chat idly about her horses, about Brooke and Jackie, about everything but what she had expected since his bold sexual overtures earlier. As she had brushed her long blonde hair and applied fresh makeup in the back bathroom, her mind had raced frantically in an attempt to think up new convincing excuses to ward off the advances that she was certain he would make when she returned to the living room. But now that he seemed perfectly content to just sit there beside her and make innocent small talk, she could feel herself mentally unwind. She was even glad that he had fixed them another drink, for the sweet red vermouth seemed to soothe her and she did not feel the same nervous tension she had felt before. For that matter, she had to admit that there was an element of disappointment in her reaction to his unexpected calmness toward her now. She could not deny that she had felt powerful surges of unwanted sexual arousal when they had parked in the Mercedes and just awhile ago, when he had kissed her so hotly in this very room. The thought that she might be kidding herself about her own sexual needs slowly occurred to her and she began to wonder if she was the same person that she had been a few moments ago. Maybe she was someone else now. It frightened her to think that she might be, that some formerly hidden part of herself was emerging to take control of her senses.
Suddenly the room began to grow hot. It was as though the heat was beginning to stimulate her against her will and she began to squirm slightly down against the edge of the couch, feeling the rounded edge of the cushion push the hem of her skirt and the narrow crotchband of her panties up into the moistening crevice between her smooth white buttocks.
"How do you feel now, baby? Still hungry?" Karl asked as he glanced down at the slight squirming movement of her sinuous lower torso, a slow knowing grin lighting his handsome face.
"I-I don't know. I feel strange," April admitted after a long moment. "Maybe ... maybe we should go now."
"Do you really want to go now?" the older man asked, baiting the beautiful aroused blonde and openly licking his lips in anticipation as he slipped down on the couch beside her. She barely noticed his movement at first and continued to work the comer of the cushion between the moistened lips of her burning cunt. She could feel the wetness spreading between her satin-soft thighs and she spread them slightly apart to gain greater contact with the cushion. The roughness brushed soothingly against the tiny, rising bud of her clitoris through the sheer covering of her panties. Then, suddenly remembering his presence, she looked guiltily out of the comer of her eye at Karl and saw that he was gazing down directly at the barely discernible movements of her lushly curving hips. God, she realized with horror, he was actually staring at her! He was watching her intensely with an almost obscene leer on his face and yet she felt somehow powerless to stop the shameful writhing undulations of her lower body. It was as though her body had magically separated from her mind, as if it had a will of its own and something was also warping her sense of time and even where she was at the moment.
She took another long drink of the sweet vermouth to steady her alerted nerves but it did not seem to help. Surely it was only that she had had too much to drink, she decided dimly, leaning back on the couch to relax but careful not to lose contact with the edge of the cushion pressing into the wet crevice between her drug-fevered thighs.
Oddly enough, she did not feel any great alarm when she found Karl's arm waiting behind her. Without thinking, she even settled back against it and jumped only slightly when his huge hand came to rest heavily on the covered mound of her breast. Actually, it seemed fairly harmless and felt pleasurably comforting. Even though she knew it was wrong, she found herself snuggling closer as the excitement of forbidden naughtiness rippled through her. But she would definitely not allow him to go any farther, she firmly resolved, despite the fact that a thrilling tingling sensation was growing stronger and stronger all around her gently contracting vagina. She knew that she should leap up from the couch at that very minute, before it was too late and her own excitement ran away with her, but she was mysteriously unable to move.
"Well, what about it? Do you still want to go?" Karl asked hoarsely, the same suggestive leer on his face. The potent aphrodisiac was taking its toll on her ability to resist him, of that he was certain and it was having an equally strong effect on him. Christ, if he did not fuck the gorgeous bitch pretty soon, he would cum right in his pants. His huge thick cock was jerking like a tree in an earthquake and threatened to burst out into the open at any second.
"Maybe we should wait awhile ... I feel sort of funny," she answered shakily, shuddering as his hand squeezed her heaving breast more tightly and she heard his breathing becoming heavier. She was afraid to look at him now-she was hypnotized into immobility as new waves of warm pleasure flooded through her throbbing wet loins, making her mind reel with dizziness.
"Here, finish off your drink," he said, gesturing toward her almost empty glass. "It'll make you feel better."
Nodding her head slowly up and down, like someone in a trance, she unthinkingly obeyed and drained off the last remnants of her spiked vermouth. It flowed smoothly down her throat and immediately intensified the deliciously erotic sensations radiating out from between her quivering parted thighs. She squirmed downward harder, the cushion edge forcing the nylon band of her panties deeper into the split of her sticky wet crotch. The soft smoothness of the material further excited the pink sensitive lips of her vagina. She felt tiny throbs pulsing ever stronger in the erect tip of her clitoris and had to bite down tightly on her lower lip to stifle the little moan of passion that was rising from her throat. She could not bring herself to resist as Karl's hand slipped slowly down inside the front of her dress and moved beneath her brassiere to cup the softness of her large, firm breast. She jerked automatically as he trapped the light brown nipple solidly between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it gently back and forth. She knew she was on dangerous ground but promised herself again that this was as far as she would let him go with her-even though it felt fantastically good as the nipple stiffened and swelled under his massaging hand and pinching fingers. She pressed harder into the seat, feeling the cushion beneath her rocking buttocks moving deeper into her slightly parted cuntal lips. Her panties were completely soaked now and she squeezed her trembling thighs tighter together in a vain attempt to quell the maddening sensations that were mounting ever higher there.
"I know what you're feeling, baby," Karl growled as he gave her full heavy breast an extra hard squeeze. "You're hot as hell, aren't you? Well, I can't think of a better time to fuck than right now."
"Karl!"
"Karl, hell!" the handsome grey-haired man retorted as he reached over and placed the warm palm of his hand firmly on her stockinged knee. "I know damned well that your hot little cunt is just aching to have my hard cock up in it as far as it can go."
"Karl, please don't use that kind of language with me," April said quickly, her voice making a meek attempt to sound indignant. But he merely chuckled insultingly and grasped the snowy white mound of her breast even harder, thrilling and frightening her at the same time. She reached up then and tried with all her might to pull his hand away, but it was useless and her own hand fell back limply onto her lap. Her struggling had left her lower body unprotected and he had used the opportunity to slide his other hand quickly from her knee and up higher under her skirt, where now it clutched hotly at the silky smoothness of her inner thigh. April held her breath for what seemed an eternity, fighting with what little strength she had left to control the overwhelming flush of excitement racing through her. Her breath was coming in tight gasps and the burning sensation deep in her belly grew even more unbearably delicious as she felt his fingers climb higher along the inside of her milk-white leg until they reached the naked warm flesh above the top of her stocking.
My God, what was happening to her! Her nerves were shattered and her mind whirled crazily. She knew she should demand that he stop this debasing familiarity, right now. Even if she was separated from her husband Lee, she owed him faithfulness and she had already gone beyond the limits of reason by allowing Karl to squeeze and fondle her aroused body this way. And yet, perhaps she did owe herself a bit of pleasure-as long as it went no further than this. She could always stop him if he tried to do anything more than he was doing now.
It was at that moment that she allowed her eyes to stray innocently down to the older man's lap. What she saw made her gasp and sent an electric chill darting wildly up her spine. God, she groaned inwardly, his penis was as hard as a rock and throbbed visibly as it tented up the front of his trousers, a seminal stain spreading out in a widening circle at the tip where it strained outward against the material. The lewd sight shocked and stimulated her more, simultaneously and she could feel the seeping wetness between her own trembling thighs increasing with every passing second. Her heart was pounding like a drum and she was certain he could feel it beneath her heavy swollen breast in his hand. She could sense that he was becoming restless and she knew that he could feel her occasionally grinding her shapely buttocks into the couch. Embarrassed, she tried to make it appear that she was merely shifting positions but his words a few minutes ago, about his knowing how excited she was, kept ringing in her muddled mind, making it seem useless to try to conceal what was obviously sexual arousal on her part.
Karl's invading hands were making her whole body throb in guilty pleasure, kneading her large straining breast until the palpitating nipple grew so hard it seemed it would burst. His other hand slipped further up the soft fullness of her thigh and now his fingers were actually touching the flimsy nylon of her panties where they covered her lust-drenched vagina. The blonde beauty froze momentarily at the unexpected contact of his fingertips crawling insect-like over the sensitive, barely protected flesh. He was attempting to worm them inside the sheer garment and was just on the verge of success when suddenly she called upon the last dregs of her will power to react, mumbling in weak protest as she forced his hand out from under her skirt with both of hers. Avoiding his eyes, she pushed her dress back down to cover herself, a slight pang of regret coming over her at the loss of his thrilling touch so close to her tingling wet genitals. But this-was wrong, very wrong, she repeated over and over to herself, struggling to keep the memory of Lee alive in her mind. Even though he had deserted her, he was still her husband and she still loved him enough to remain loyal to him. God knows, she had suffered terribly for her one mistake with Pepi. But now, for some unexplainable reason, a change was taking place in her ripe female body. If only she did not feel so sexually aroused and frustrated, almost too weakened by her own lust to deny this man beside her anything he wanted. Something she could not understand had taken command of her senses this evening, something so overpowering that she was almost helpless ... something that was capable of lowering her natural defenses to the point of real danger.
April felt Karl's free hand come to rest on the lap of her skirt and she placed one of hers over it, trying to hold it there in safety and still enjoy the light pressure of its weight. But he moved it by force to knead the pliant softness of her flat belly under the thin material of her dress. Teasing at the sparse sprinkling of pubic hair at the base of her abdomen, his fingers rotated relentlessly against the mound of her excited pussy. She ground down harder against the cushion, hoping that he would think she was trying to escape his exciting manipulations and not suspect that secretly she was pressing the cushion edge up into her moist vaginal slit. The flood of female secretion was wetting her dress now and she could feel the warm moistness on the smooth cheeks of her buttocks as she pressed down to feed the pleasure building there. As the grey-haired man's fingers worked steadily at her inflamed pubic region, her resistance lessened again and sheer passion rationalized away her fear and the awareness of danger. Oh God, it felt wickedly good, too good to lose ... not yet, anyway.
Then, she felt the pressure of his hand and fingers lift from her burning swollen mound, causing her to moan out a little involuntary sound of loss.
"Hey, baby, what do you think of this big thing," Karl suddenly rasped, interrupting her thoughts and the deep involvement she had been experiencing in her own pleasure. She swiveled her head around to gaze at him, drawing in her breath sharply at the awesome sight she beheld. His rigidly erect cock was jutting lewdly up into the air from the opened fly of his trousers, his left hand grasping the thick base of it as he looked at her with a leering grin of pride twisting his otherwise handsome face. She could hardly believe her eyes. Jesus, she thought in fascination and dread, it was a monster, a long thick tower of flesh that would tear apart any woman who tried to take such a huge thing inside her. But she could not take her eyes from it and continued to stare down at the massive penis like someone who had been hypnotized. No, this was not happening to her, she tried to convince herself, but there it was right before her very eyes, its broad purplish head glistening with the semen that oozed out of the hole at the end and ran slowly down its pulsing vein-ribbed length.
"Come on, touch it," he said tauntingly, knowing how fully impressed she was by its tremendous size. But she could only shake her head back and forth to show him that she could not bring herself to touch it. Realizing that she was dumbfounded, he released his throbbing erect penis and reached over with his hand again to massage her pubic mound under the wetness of her dress and panties. She grabbed his wrist again but it did not stop him. It was still able to move about freely, teasing her quivering vagina and belly mercilessly through the thin fabric of her clothes. There was nothing she could do but close her eyes tightly and resign herself to the maddening sensations of pleasure coursing through her entire body. It was almost as though he was touching her nakedness down there but still, still there was a dim hope in her dazed brain that he would go no further.
Suddenly she gasped out in surprise. Karl removed his hand from her lap and moved it gradually up under her writhing buttocks and the couch cushion. His hand searched like an animal in the crevice between her smoothly rounded buttocks and she squirmed as his middle finger began a gentle stroking motion, pushing the folds of her skirt and panty-crotch up between the drenched lips of her steaming hot pussy. A gush of shame washed through her at the sudden currents of indecent pleasure overcoming her desire to stop him. Karl's hand under her rounded bottom became bolder as he sensed her unspoken surrender to its probings. He hooked his fingers up to slide her skirt higher along the backs of her quaking thighs so that he could touch the moist softness underneath. The beautiful blonde could feel the light tickling sensation of the material slipping from between her thighs and the couch. No, no, she must stop him, she thought, but her whole being was raging with undeniable desire now and she could only sit there and submit to his outrages.
April could feel the skirt being lifted even higher and she arched upwards inadvertently as his fingernail scratched the tender flesh of her thigh. He merely used her lifting movement to his own advantage and jerked the dress up all the way above her hips. Suddenly her columnar white thighs were bare and his hand covered all of the wet band of her nylon panties. Almost in the same movement, his middle finger slipped under the elastic leg-band and wormed between the hair-lined lips of her vagina. She let out a little cry as the older man inserted his middle finger into the moist warmth of her cuntal passage.
"No, Karl, please," she whimpered pitifully. Her whole voluptuously writhing torso stiffened until gradually her tightly impaled vagina became accustomed to the intruding finger probing at the velvety softness of its tender walls. She could feel her own wetness seeping out on the palm of the hand beneath her as Karl pushed farther up inside her. Then she winced in pain as she felt another finger worm up into her alongside the first one, both of them beginning to move in tiny circles, expanding her tight little hole with each rotation. April was almost completely out of her mind now and she doubted that she could stand this torturous teasing of her fiery genitals a moment longer. Soon, though, the pain began to subside and was replaced by an even greater torrent of wonderful feeling. It was too glorious to describe and her heart was beating like a runaway express in almost anxious anticipation of what might come next.
His other hand was still locked firmly over her nakedly heaving breast under her dress and she found herself actually straining forward against it, pressing the pinkish hardness of her erect nipple into his sweaty palm. Suddenly, she felt the pleasurable intrusion of his fingers lessen as he withdrew them from her throbbing wet vagina. In the next instant, he also pulled his right hand out of the front of her rumpled dress and moved away from her a little, his fingertips lingering a moment on her neck to play a light tracing game at the top of her spine, causing tiny shivers of delight to run over her back like invisible satin feet. Then he was standing at his full height in front of the couch, towering over her like some sort of giant sovereign with the strange power to make her lush female body respond as he wished.
"All right, April, stand up. I want to feel you against me," he commanded huskily, taking her arm to help her to her feet, then savagely crushing her to him to plant an endless, fevered kiss that flattened and bruised her soft red lips. He was growing more impatient now, she knew, and his long massive cock throbbed like a thick wild nerve against her stomach. Her entire being was shaking violently with passion, her wide-open eyes showing a mixture of feeling-humiliation and fear and above all, pleasure. She felt her arms sinuously encircle his warm, well-muscled back, feeling his strength through his clothes, endorsing their passionate embrace with a sudden burst of strength from her own body.
After several long moments of crushing contact, Karl disengaged himself from her and stepped back, first shrugging out of his coat and stripping off his white shirt and tie, his fingers then working frantically at the fly of his shorts. He slid his shorts and trousers together down over his knees to his ankles, leaning over then in what seemed one continuous movement to yank the clothing over his shiny black shoes. As he stood there in front of her, naked except for his shoes and socks, she lowered her blue eyes instinctively to take in the sight of the grey-haired man's long thick penis standing far out in the air, quivering like a wild animal that had been released from its cage. She uttered a muffled cry of surprise as she realized the hard fleshy cock was even larger than she had thought. Her heart skipped a few beats as she stared in awe at the menacing pole with its huge blood-filled head, the bloated testicles hanging between his legs as large as a child's clenched fists. Lifting her gaze slightly, she saw his hand move slowly from his side to take the enormous hardened rod of flesh between his fingers and begin to stroke the heavy uncircumcised foreskin back and forth, forcing more gleaming droplets of semen out of the hole at the tip. He could see the fascination and fear registering on her beautiful face and he smiled cruelly at the teasing torment he was subjecting her to, making her drugged senses scream for him and terrifying her at the same time.
April could do nothing but gape in disbelief as he massaged his own thickly pulsing cock in front of her. It felt as though his movements were dancing in her head and her own excited body began an involuntary swaying in time to that of his hand. Time and place had suddenly become more distorted than ever, something indefinable and it almost seemed as if she was already mystically linked with his naked male body. Without even realizing how it had happened, Karl was standing behind her now and she could feel the length of his naked body pressed warmly against her back. His arms extended around her and he was squeezing and cupping her firm full breasts that caused her to squirm her moon-shaped buttocks back hard against his solid hairy loins. The last weak thought she had of running faded into oblivion as she felt a hand leave her aching breasts and gently pull the zipper of her dress from her neck down to the cleavage of her buttocks. Then she felt a little tremor of panic as his hand slipped into the opening from behind and clamped around the spherical softness of her trembling ass-cheeks. Oh my God, my God, she moaned again and again to herself, she actually wanted him! She wanted him to do what he was doing and more!
Every one of her muscles was as taut as a bow string as she responded against her will to the maddening manipulations of his hands on her smooth bare flesh. She jerked slightly as his other hand left her rounded breast and moved around behind to slip inside her dress, trailing a slow teasing path down the unresisting softness of her belly to insert itself in the thin elastic waistband of her panties. He teased thrillingly at the silky blonde pubic hair rising from the "vee" of her trembling loins, playing there for a moment and then curling down into the moist ready slit between her legs. April jumped forward a little as the hand curled further under her saturated pubic area, easily parting the swollen cuntal lips to slither a finger inside the tight elastic opening and send wild electric shocks racing through her. The huge rigidity of his cock was now pressed deep in the sweat-moistened crevice of her buttocks, jerking and throbbing there like an animal with a mind of its own. She writhed back against it, licentiously imprisoned between it and the now deeply inserted finger that brought her hot cunt to a quivering new pitch of excitement.
The beautiful blonde felt herself being guided toward the large wide couch beside them, Karl's strong hands tightly gripping the outward curves of her hips as he forced her down to it on her hands and knees. Her beautiful buttocks wavered in the air behind her and she shuddered from head to foot as she sensed his fingers lifting the skirt of her dress up above her milk-white flanks, bunching the material around her tiny waist and drawing her thin nylon panties quickly down over the rounded moons of her buttocks and off over her black pumps. A sudden draft of cool air wafted over her nakedly exposed buttocks and her lovely face flushed crimson red with shame. She could vaguely imagine what a sight she was presenting up to him, her entire lower body naked and waving involuntarily back at him in lewd invitation to any degrading attack he decided to make on her. But there was no time for regret now. The couch sagged as he dropped to his knees behind her and lowered his handsome head down between her moist inviting loins, flicking out his long tongue to lick hotly down the entire length of her passionately throbbing crevice. Then, like the gentle touch of a lizard, she felt him dart out the pointed tip of his tongue into the tightly puckered flesh of her anus, sending a surprising jolt of ecstatic pleasure through her that nearly caused her to lose balance.
"Ooooh," April moaned as he continued to lick and tantalize her naked wet pussy, teasing at her until she rocked back against him, hating herself as she rotated her helplessly exposed loins in small circles around and around. God, what a bitch she was, she chided herself, but there was nothing in the world to compare with what she felt at that exact moment. It was something entirely new and unknown, something wicked! It wholly consumed her brain and she could not bring herself to think or even care about the fact that she was actually responding like a shameless slut to this humiliating depravity.
Karl swiped his hot red tongue up along the pulsing wet slit one last time and then lifted his head to lick slowly along the creamy white smoothness of her back, following the tiny bony ridges of her spine until his progress was halted by the skirt bunched up around her narrow waist. Frustrated, he raised himself to grasp the bothersome dress with both hands, leaning far forward as he stripped it up over her head and shoulders. April pulled the dress the rest of the way off, lifting her hands one at a time so she would not lose her balance as she willingly freed herself of the encumbrance and tossed it on the carpet below. The snaps of her brassiere came next and she heard him mutter faintly as the skimpy, large-cupped undergarment slipped off her and was disposed of as the dress had been. Her magnificently full breasts burst out like heavy white mounds, swaying slightly under her trim torso in all their flawless majesty. She felt one of his hands reach forward to seize the fullness of her left breast, clamping his fingers around it harshly as he used the succulent mound for leverage to pull his own body up closer to her.
She was completely naked now, kneeling there on all fours like a rutting animal, her gleaming long blonde hair spilling down around her slim shoulders onto the couch. She suddenly quivered in renewed fear as she felt the hugeness of the tightly swollen head of his cock press forward into the split between her wide-spread buttocks. She cringed forward to draw away from the rubbery bluntness of it pressing into her from behind, but Karl merely moved forward again, tightening his savage grip on her enticingly rounded hips.
"Okay, baby, reach back and put it in you," he ordered in a breathless gasping voice.
"Oh please, no, don't make me do this," she begged pathetically. She felt his fingers dig even more cruelly into her soft white flesh, trapping her naked lower body as though it were held secure in a human vise. Suddenly the full reality of what she was doing blazed anew in her lust-fogged mind. She was allowing herself to be taken on all fours, as if she were nothing more than a bitch in heat and she did not even know how or when it had really started. Yes, it was true, she admitted, true that her senses were absolutely haywire with desire and true that she was being unfaithful to Lee, her husband. But after all, he had left her, had deserted his own daughter and the son he had always rejected and was living with another woman at this very minute. What was the sense in being loyal to a man who was only her husband in name?
"Goddammit, I said put my cock in your cunt," Karl growled, digging his nails into her tender flesh. April groaned as she felt the sensitive skin of her backside being torn at so brutally. Despite his thoughtless treatment of her, she still could not bring herself to submit. If only he would not use such filthy language, she thought, then maybe she could permit herself to obey his commands.
A loud whack resounded in the room as the distinguished-appearing older man delivered a sharp blow on her milk-white buttocks with the flat of his hand.
"Oooowwhh," April whimpered in pained surprise. She was unable to bear any more. In desperation, she reached back between her pried-open legs and closed her slender fingers around as much of the thickly bulging shaft of flesh as she could. My God, it was huge! It was even larger than she had thought and just that realization made her eyes fly open wide in sudden abject panic.
Karl slapped the blonde's tender white buttocks again, harder this time, bringing a pained cry from her slightly parted lips. Fearfully, she guided the massive scarlet cock-head up against the tightly clenching entrance of her pussy, biting down hard on her lower lip to hold back the sobs of fear caught in her throat. Slowly, it began to prod and work against the set-open cuntal lips, parting them and forcing its way inside the tight restricting ring of flesh. An agonizing stretching sensation flowed through her, as though the delicate pink flesh of her vagina were being torn apart. Then she felt her moist trembling loins being swept wider open and his long thick penis slithered up into her hot throbbing passage. The heavy weight of his hairy solid loins crashed forward hard against her yielding white ass, pushing her further up on the couch.
"Aaaaaggggh!" she groaned through clenched teeth. Her tight cuntal passage was blazing with pain. The monstrous hard cock buried in it felt like a great drill tunneling deep up into her softly cringing belly. She struggled and writhed her imprisoned lower body in vain to escape the brutal impalement, but it was useless. Karl had skewered her all the way in up to the hilt and she was a hopeless captive now. April's plush red lips opened and closed in torment and sensation. Her tender cuntal walls were unaccustomed to the size of the long fleshy shaft penetrating her and it felt as though it reached all the way up to her full white breasts. Behind her, Karl crouched motionless for a moment, soaking the entire length of his gigantic penis in the moist, ravaged channel. She also remained still, hoping that not moving would alleviate the pain. She could feel every tiny ridge of flesh on his abnormally large shaft and cried out when he suddenly flexed it inside her, her brain a seething mass of white-hot fire and incoherency. Reflexively, she tensed her inner thigh muscles tightly together in an attempt to ease the abusive invasion, but the throb and contraction of her clenching pussy walls served only to taunt the probing rod of rock-hard flesh all the more. The grey-haired man pulled her back closer against him, sinking himself into her another inch. She could feel the blunt hard head nudging against her cervix, sending out unwanted currents of electric warmth to her womb and ail through the frayed nerve-endings of her body.
Again he flexed the broad, blood-filled head of his impaling cock, this time withdrawing it halfway from her hot wet vagina, causing her to let out a choked sob as her cock-stretched vaginal walls tightened defensively around him. Gradually he eased it forward again, then out, lengthening his stroke this time. She heard him gasping and panting behind her as he began to rock rhythmically and gently in and out of the velvet soft confines of her bruised pussy. Little by little, the pain eased and she too began to feel a strange masochistic pleasure rippling through her. The flaxen-haired beauty began to undulate her naked buttocks obscenely in tiny circles, keeping time with the rhythm of the long thick cock fucking into her from behind. God, she realized, she was actually beginning to enjoy it. The torturous pain was ebbing away more and more, releasing her into a heady feeling of ecstasy.
"How does it feel, baby?" Karl grunted.
"Ooooh," she moaned back at him, "it's so goood."
Kneeling over her crouching ripe body, he gritted his teeth and fucked in and out of her with longer, harder strokes that seemed to receive their momentum from the very tips of his toes. A feeling of fantastic power filled him as he held her soft flaring hips down in total subjection to his thickly throbbing cock skewering relentlessly up into her. He could feel the pliant fleshy ridges deep inside her naked belly rippling before the merciless onslaught of his hard driving penis. He knew that she was his now, his slave and he stretched the pale quivering moons of her buttocks wide with his fingers, watching the pink wet folds of her cunt clinging tightly around his rampant hard shaft. He levered forward suddenly on the tips of his toes to plunge up into her flat soft stomach as far as he could possibly go, sinking the last fraction of an inch through the fleshy resistance deep inside her, the sensitive blood-engorged cock-head ramming her so hard that it brought a soft explosive sound from her lips as if the breath had been knocked from her.
Karl's twisted, lustful expression gave way to a small smile as he realized that she had never been fucked this deeply before in her life. It was good that he had decided to use the special passion-producing powder or maybe she would not be able to lose herself so completely in the screwing he was giving her. Well, he grinned, he certainly would see to it that she was not in the least way disappointed. He routed the turgid, jerking head of his buried cock deep around inside, enlarging the virginal end of her hotly clasping pussy and feeling its squeezing clasp gripping his rigidity like warm elastic.
"UUuuuuhhh," he wheezed as her soft enveloping tightness brought a tingling flash of pleasure shooting through his heavy sperm-laden balls. April's eyes batted open and shut in a lost daze of passion and she spread her smooth shapely thighs wider apart as she lowered her rounded buttocks, forcing Karl behind her to alter his position and follow her to a shallower level. She could feel with obscene delight the graze of his curling pubic hair against her sensitive white ass-cheeks when he lunged forward. She dropped from her elbows even lower then, to the flatness of the couch so that her magnificent firm breasts were squashed tightly against it and billowed out enticingly on each side of her slender chest. She began to slowly rotate her upper torso on the cushion, the abrasiveness of the material arousing her pink nipples to an even greater hardness as she felt the thickly tunneling cock behind her embed its full throbbing length inside her. The rubbery distended head grazed against the flat surface of her cervix, probing deeper than anyone had been before.
April had forgotten the humiliation of bending like a slave while a friend fucked her from behind, venting his male lust in her lust-drenched pussy. Also forgotten was the thought of her unfaithfulness to her absent husband. Nothing at all mattered now but the obscene pleasure she felt at this exact second, a tide of sensation that forced everything else out of her being. She wanted to be fucked like this. She wanted the older man to fill her hot little belly with every bit of huge stiff cock he had.
Her whole beautifully rounded body writhed and pitched as Karl continued to fuck hard and deep into her tight moist cunt. With his every solid forward lunge now, he jarred her very soul, forcing it out of her and her blonde mane of hair swayed shimmeringly from side to side. His tensed lunging body was now a ball of sheer uncontrollable passion that had unleashed itself completely against the squirming, excitingly soft flesh mingling with his own. The very fact that she was fucking back on him like a wanton bitch goaded him on to heights of lustful savagery unknown even to him.
"How do you like it, baby? ... Do you like ... my long cock ... fucking ... up your pussy?" he taunted obscenely, spitting out the words between gulpings for air as he rammed several extra hard strokes between her wide-splayed legs. He wanted to reduce her completely to his will, in mind as well as body, so she knew her master. He wanted to sadistically revenge himself for all the sexual frustration he had felt every time he had been around her in the past.
"I ... oh yes," she hissed, ashamed of admitting it aloud and yet afraid of offending him lest she lose the blissful feeling of having his huge fleshy penis filling her insides.
"Yes what?" he demanded contemptuously, giving her another extra hard stroke. "Say it!"
"Oooohhh, yessss, I luuuuvwe it ... your long cock ... fucking my ... cunt ... Ooooohhh," she finally gasped, lifting up her smooth white buttocks to receive the full delicious reward of his thrusts again. She was filled with humiliation but was not too ashamed to refuse him. Her drugged mind reveled in her wickedness and she screwed her voluptuously soft white buttocks up tight against his hard pelvis until she could feel the tantalizing heaviness of his sperm-bloated balls pressed hard into the wet crevice below her vagina.
Karl slaved behind her, moving gradually into longer and smoother strokes that brought his blood-inflated penis almost all the way out of her wetly clasping pussy on the backstroke and then thrusting forward into her again with a force that pushed in her swollen hair-fringed pussy lips. He grinned at the thought of her further humiliation and moved one hand off her waving hip to slide his fingers down over the tight smooth skin of her ass. He found her small puckered anus unprotected and it was soft and warm.
He could feel the tight-ringed hole working with the laboring movement of her softly straining body and suddenly he pushed into it with a quick jab that made the tender rubbery flesh yield before his attack.
"Noooo," she groaned, the sound tumbling from her mouth in painful protest, her lips parted as if at the end of a long breath. He thrust his middle finger in harder, taking a savage pleasure in hearing her sounds of subjugation. She groaned again, louder this time, from the agonizing outrage against her defenselessly trapped ass-hole.
But he would give her no mercy. He worked his finger around and around inside, cruelly stretching the rubbery softness as he ground into her. Then, he slipped in a second finger with the first and felt the warm resistance give way as he pushed further into the depths of the soft warmth. Moment by moment, the deep guttural noises coming from her chest changed and became whimpers and finally turned to moans of pure pleasure as her anus slowly grew accustomed to this debasing, unnatural invasion. Karl's contorted face broke into a smile of triumph as he felt her begin to slowly screw her helplessly skewered rectum back on his fingers as he probed them methodically around the warm rubbery depths. She was doubly impaled between his hard throbbing cock in her wide-stretched vagina and his fingers shoved tightly up into her tender young ass-hole.
"Oh, oh, fuck, fuck," she chanted in front of him, her lovely face contorted in an unrecognizable mask of wildly abandoned lust. He grunted and groaned and quickened his strokes, grinding hard so that his long swollen cock bored far up into the hidden, untouched recesses of her womb. Her large breasts heaved and quivered as they swayed under her bucking body, the erect brown nipples dancing like frantic eyes on the ends.
Suddenly she tightened and shivered in front of him.
Karl felt her hot moist cunt loosening around him and warm gushes of sticky wet liquid flowing out on his thick pistoning penis. He thrust faster, desperately digging deep into her, wanting her to remember this tremendous orgasm for the rest of her life. She jerked up high toward him several times, the spread lips of her cunt sucking and working at his tone-hard cock as she tried to milk him dry. Her breath was coming in short gulping gasps and he thrust deeper again, feeling his own hot load building up for an earth-rocking release. His rigid length flexed and unflexed, expanding and contracting inside her relentlessly brutalized vagina. Then, unable to restrain himself a second longer, he erupted. His hot thick liquid shot up deep into the far comers of her womb, filling her almost to bursting, mixing lewdly with the wetness of her own fantastic cumming. Her brain whirled in mindless sensuality as the scalding powerful squirts kept coming, filling her to overflowing with its white stickiness. The moist slippery walls of her plundered cunt clasped and unclasped, milking at the jerking cock insanely, until at last he collapsed forward onto her arched back like a lifeless hulk.
April collapsed limply under him, her legs like rubber as they kicked out and fell on the couch. Her heart was beating crazily in her chest. The shiny-haired blonde was spent and satiated as never before and the sudden wave of shame and humiliation returned to her again as she remembered where she was and who was sprawled on top of her with his thick cock still driven deep inside her softly throbbing vagina. Tears began to race down her cheeks as she pictured the obscene sight they must make with her long legs spread wide and Karl lying up between them, sticky white cum pooling on the couch cushion beneath their exhausted bodies.
Well, April thought bitterly as she lay there panting, she had been fucked, fucked half to death and still she did not really understand why she had allowed it to happen. Certainly she had enjoyed it but she doubted now that she could face herself or the children without feeling lamed by guilt.
"Jesus, you're great, baby," Karl said between breaths as he rolled off her and onto the couch, his now deflated cock popping out of her battered vagina and leaving a thin white trail of sticky cum like a bridge between them. Oh God, she groaned secretly, it was enough to have been so weak and to have allowed herself to surrender to this man whose cum lay hot and white deep in her belly, but to listen to him talk about it this way was absolutely unbearable.
"Karl, if you don't mind, I think you'd better go home now. It's awfully late," she said coldly. Suddenly she wanted nothing more in the world than to be left alone with her misery and humiliation. The very picture in her mind of them laying together this way, after having indulged themselves in an obscene bout of animalistic sex, nauseated her.
"What's the matter, baby, did old Karl tire you out?" he laughed, a ring of unmistakable pride in his voice.
"Yes, you did," April replied simply, meaning exactly what she had said. For the wealthy grey-haired man had utterly exhausted her, mentally as well as physically and she was relieved when she felt him lift his burden of weight from her naked sprawled body. Within a few minutes, Karl was completely dressed again and stood there looking none the worse for wear. Another wave of sickening shame flooded through her as she realized that she was still undressed and just lying there with her long legs spread apart, her blonde pubic thatch still damp and shiny with the lewd cum malting it.
"Well, baby, I'll be seeing you soon," Karl said in a surprisingly gentle voice. Then, sincerely, he added, "I mean it, you know. You were really fantastic, April. I can't remember when I've been with a woman who enjoyed fucking as much as you seem to."
"Thank you, Karl." the thirty-four year old blonde said flatly, without emotion, as she swung herself up into a sitting position. "Good night."
"Sure, sweetheart, I'll be going now. I'll see you at the track," Karl waved jauntily as he turned on his heel and strode off toward the front door. A moment later, April was left alone with the stern accusing silence of the room and the realization that she had again committed a crime against decency and her husband, the man she loved and wanted home. First, there had been Pepi, her trainer and now this evening there was Karl. God, what kind of whore was she! Her whole world had exploded in her face again within a matter of the last few hours and the full meaning of its awful impact was beginning to penetrate her tortured mind. She began to wish she were dead, that somehow she could just disappear into thin air and not have to face the shattering fact that she was some kind of slut possessed by a demon. The sight of her clothes lying there on the floor in a scattered, haphazard pile was proof enough that something wicked sometimes came over her.
Finally, she moved her still naked body experimentally and rose unsteadily from the couch to pick up her clothing. Every one of her limbs ached and she could see that there were red welts where Karl's fingers had dug so harshly into the soft white skin of her tender breasts.
Well, she sighed, there was at least one thing she could be thankful for. She had cleared up what might have become a ticklish situation by telling her daughter, Brooke, that Jackie was her brother and not eligible as a boyfriend or potential lover. It was a relief to know that she had warned Brooke against becoming attracted to him. Now, her two precious children would never wander innocently into an embarrassing situation the way she had this evening. That was one disaster that she had taken precautions to prevent, she consoled herself as she started toward her bedroom upstairs. She had decided not even to bother with dressing and her wrinkled clothes hung in a wad from her right hand, like pitiful symbols of her state of mind just now.
CHAPTER SIX
Even though she had seen it with her own eyes, it was still hard to believe, Brooke Westingway thought as she sat alone in the darkness of her bedroom. But her brain was a lot clearer now and the unexpected sight of her own mother kneeling down in front of Karl was less alarming and much more acceptable to her. After all, the redheaded teenager rationalized, she would be one of the first ones to admit what it shame it was that her beautiful mother had been denying herself and letting her desirably ripe body go to waste. It had seemed that way, anyway and Brooke realized how hypocritical it would be to blame her mother for actually doing what she had been dreaming of for herself lately. Perhaps she had been shocked at first because Karl seemed like such a different kind of person from anyone she imagined April being drawn toward ... especially for sex. The sweet-faced girl had come to regard Karl like a sort of distant uncle, a kind and generous man with money whom she associated with racetracks and thoroughbred horses. The thought that he was also a man, with strong male sex drives, had never really occurred to her before this evening.
She remembered how she had been sitting by herself like this in the darkness, a couple of hours ago now, restless and unable to sleep as, for the thousandth time since her mother had told her, she mulled over the fact that Jackie was her real brother. At last, she had been unable to just sit there thinking about it any longer and had slipped a light coat on over her thin summer nightgown in preparation for a walk on the beach. A few minutes later, when she had stepped outside through the kitchen door, the yellow summer moon had taken her breath away with its splendor and she had stood there a minute to fill her lungs with the balmy warm night air.
Not long afterwards, she had reached her special favorite spot on the beach and had sat down on the cool sand to watch the frothy staggered lines of surf roll in to shore. She had felt herself drift away and become lost in the rhythms of the sea as it slithered in and played out in bubbles only a few yards from her feet, then hissed back to regather itself. For some reason, the sensuous succession of waves had forced her to picture again how Jackie had stroked his hard young penis in between Emma's wide spread thighs the other day. The memory had caused the shapely young redhead to squirm uncomfortably as she sat there, her perfectly rounded little buttocks beginning to grind down rhythmically in time with the cadence of the waves. It had almost frightened her how the lunar tide had seemed to pull so powerfully at her recently awakened young loins. The night air had searched in through her coat and tugged teasingly at the flimsy nightgown she wore, drawing the soft material lightly over her pink bud-like nipples and causing them to stiffen to erection. The sensation alone had been enough to make her think again of Jackie and she had remained there, lost in forbidden erotic reverie, for an undetermined length of time.
Finally, the breeze had grown chill and she had risen to begin the trudge home through the heavy sand with a strangely sad and melancholy feeling in her heart. Later, approaching the house, she had spotted Karl's long, sleek low-slung Mercedes parked in the driveway, the yellow light of the moon shining on its glossy cream-colored hood and fenders. She had seen that a lamp was on in the living room and had decided to re-enter the house silently through the same way that she had left. It had not been anything but respect for their privacy and that she had wanted to be alone just then that had prompted her to want to slip in unnoticed.
She had been tiptoeing along the corridor between the living room and the stairway leading to the upper part of the house when a strangling moan had reached her ears, alarming her. Stealthily, she had crept up to the lighted doorway and peeked carefully into the front room.
She had almost fainted at first when she saw her mother and Karl together on the huge couch. She had stood there watching them make love for what seemed an eternity, her green eyes wide with wonder and fascination as she observed April kneeling and writhing like a crazed animal while the handsome grey-haired man thrust himself wildly back and forth between her rounded wide-spread thighs. Brooke had been able to clearly see the thick, hard length of the older man's penis ramming deep up into her mother's trim belly. When her initial shock had worn off, the pretty seventeen-year old girl had become thoroughly mesmerized by the sight of the naked couple's complete sexual abandonment. She had been reminded of Jackie and Emma again, the only other people she had ever seen making love and she had not been able to tear her eyes away from the spectacle of Karl's huge glistening penis plunging into April's hungry wet vagina like a battering ram, pushing the moist unresisting folds of flesh in rippling waves before its cruel searching head. It had been like something out of a dream and yet the shapely young redhead had begun to feel very real tingles of excitement in her own yearning loins. A glassy, faraway look had come to her eyes and she had been ashamed of the slightly wet warm sensation that she felt deep in the pit of her stomach as she gazed out of the darkness into the softly illuminated room.
Brooke had been able to see the look of insane passion on her mother's beautiful face and how the cords of muscle in her neck had tightened suddenly in an unmistakable sign that something great was about to happen within her. Then it had happened. April had groaned out an obscene torrent of ecstatic sounds, followed not long afterwards by similar but deeper sounds from Karl. The long thick length of his cock had suddenly jerked and grown even larger as he had emptied his hot sperm far up inside April's twisting, voluptuous body.
Brooke had stayed there only a moment or two longer and then, fearing detection, had turned and crept soundlessly up to her moonlit bedroom. She had crawled into bed, her breath coming in short excited gasps as she allowed the scene she had just witnessed to flash through her mind. After a while, she had heard her mother creep quietly up the stairs and along the hallway to her own bedroom.
Now, with the big house completely dark and silent again, Brooke tried to relax as she thought over the unusual events of the last few days. But her adolescent blood had been stirred up and she found it practically impossible to lie there without twisting and turning nervously on her bed. The pictures in her mind of April and Karl making wild love together gradually dissolved into half formed visions of another scene, one similar to what she had imagined it must be like to feel a solid male body in the throes of passion. Only this time the characters in her dream were different. It was not her mother or the maid, Emma, whom she saw enjoying the transport of sexual intercourse with a man. It was herself and the man was not really a man but a boy; it was Jackie, her half-brother, whom she envisioned lunging against her helpless young body. She was fully aware of the wickedness of such a dream but she could not help herself from wondering how it would feel to have his virile young penis planted between her smooth suntanned thighs. She lay spread-eagled on top of the covers, her hand drifting unconsciously down over the silky softness of her belly to the downy patch of auburn-colored pubic hair surrounding her tight pulsing cunt. Cripe, she thought, what if she had the courage to just jump up right now and go next door to Jackie's bedroom? What if he was lying awake at that very moment, thinking of her in the same way as he stroked his long hard cock with his hand? Her brain whirled in tormenting sensuality as she considered the possibilities of ever being fucked by the good-looking boy. A disturbing throbbing sensation began to spread through her aroused genitals and she was tempted for a moment to play with herself the way she had after seeing him with Emma.
But no, she decided, it was silly to work herself up for nothing. She remembered how frustrated she had been after that torturous session of masturbation and did not want to repeat it now. Instead, she forced herself to think of other, less exciting things and slowly drifted off into a deep peaceful unconsciousness.
Several rooms away, April grew listless and finally fell asleep too, her muddled mind no longer able to cope with the confusing barrage of questions that had been attacking it ever since Karl's departure. If only Lee were beside her now, where he belonged, her slumber would have been even deeper and not just an escape.
Late the following morning, Jackie rolled over lazily in bed and blinked his eyes experimentally. The sun had already risen to almost its full height and was flooding in through the window to glitter blindingly in the full-length mirror next to the door. Outside, the birds were singing in full chorus, their songs full of busyness and brash gaiety. The handsome sixteen-year old boy gradually focused his dark eyes on the hands of the rhythmically ticking clock on the night stand next to the bed.
It was after eleven o'clock!
God no, he groaned in disbelief as he threw back the sheet and jumped immediately out of bed. He and Brooke had agreed yesterday that they would get up early and go to the track together. Their plan had been to watch several of the Westingway two-year olds go through their paces on the training track. Now Brooke would skin him alive! She was probably already out there, fuming as she watched the stream-lined young thoroughbreds fly around the oval stretch of turf during their workouts. She had been acting strangely toward him lately anyway-and this would certainly not help matters.
His mind buzzed with possible excuses to give her as he bustled about the sunlit bedroom, trying to organize his thoughts as he brushed his fashionably long hair and then searched through drawers and closets for something suitable to wear. He hoped that perhaps he could offset the importance of his lateness by wearing something she would like. But it turned out to be one of those exasperating times when everything he owned seemed to be either dirty or somehow inappropriate. He decided to take a quick shower to give him time to think.
In the bathroom, as he luxuriated in the mind-calming coolness of the shower, he thought over his relationship with Brooke. It seemed strange to him that she should be his sister-even his half-sister-and he wondered just how it would affect her if she ever found out the whole truth about his being her brother. Actually, that she had no idea of the truth was an advantage to him, for he could get away with treating her just like almost any other sexy-looking young girl. He thought of the many seemingly innocent physical contacts he had had with her and knew instinctively that, as brother and sister, those same contacts would have taken on a different and uncomfortable character. Nor could he forget the exciting memory of her total nakedness in the shower the other day. She was beautiful without any clothes on and he had wanted to do more than just look at her.
A moment later, Jackie was out in the bedroom again, standing on a shaggy rug in front of the mirror as he puffed and toweled dry his smooth-muscled young body. He was still thinking of the irony of his relationship to Brooke and it seemed to amuse him. Then, suddenly, the grin on his sun-bronzed face straightened to a look of seriousness as he remembered how late he was. Maybe she had forgotten ... but no, that was not likely.
He hurriedly wrapped a towel around his mid-section and on impulse, went out into the hallway and stepped next door to Brooke's bedroom. So what if he was almost naked, he shrugged, remembering that April was no doubt already at Del Mar and Emma, the maid, hardly mattered anyway. When he opened the door and peeked cautiously inside a moment later, what he saw nearly took his breath away.
His half-sister, Brooke, was still asleep in bed, lying completely naked on top of the sheets with the sunshine streaming in bright shafts across her smooth suntanned limbs. Christ, she was even sexier than he had thought, the dark-haired boy marveled as he shut the door quietly behind him. Her firm young breasts were voluptuously full and the tiny pink nipples on the ends seemed softly relaxed in the warmth of the late morning sun. Lowering his eyes, he drank in the intoxicating sight of the honey-colored pubic hair surrounding the tight virginal slit of her cuntal opening. He felt a strong temptation to walk over to the bed and run his hands lightly over her soft golden flesh but he could see that she was waking up. For some reason, he remained glued to the spot where he stood and did not try to slip out of the room before she discovered him there. It might be sort of fun to see what she would do when she saw him gawking at her, he thought and besides, now he could put the blame on her for sleeping so late.
"Good morning, Brooke," the attractive boy greeted her in a casual tone of voice.
"Jackie!" she blurted as she opened her eyes fully and saw his lithe form lurking by the door.
"Yeah, it's Jackie. I thought you wanted to go to the track with me this morning," he said with mock severity, his gaze still pinned unswervingly on her choice girlish nakedness. "I was all ready to go, but you were still asleep and I was afraid to get you up."
"Oh, that's right," the pretty redhead gulped, her hand flying up to cover her open mouth. "I'm so sorry, Jackie. I guess I just forgot to set the alarm."
"Well, don't worry about it," he said magnanimously. "Hell, it's worth missing the workouts just to see you without your clothes on for a change."
Brooke gasped and grabbed up the sheet to cover herself as it dawned on her that she was lying there stark naked in front of him. After she had hidden her high proud breasts and the lower part of her body from his intense gaze, she realized with a slight flush of embarrassment that he was wearing only a damp towel around his slim muscular hips. Her bright green eyes locked on the area between his legs where she could see a large, slightly throbbing bulge protruding outward under the white bath towel. It fascinated and excited her and she thought back to the night before when she had pictured him holding its hardened length in his clenched hand. Then she remembered the unsettling sight of her mother kneeling down on all fours while Karl had made love to her from behind. Well, she mused, if she wanted her brother to do something like that to her, now would certainly be the perfect time. Not that she would ever have the courage to go through with something like that, but it was exciting to consider, all the same.
"If you'll get out of here long enough for me to get dressed, maybe we can hurry and at least have lunch at the track," Brooke suggested brightly. She was terribly nervous and felt as if she would explode if he continued to stand there gaping at her much longer. The handsome dark-haired teenager was not even looking at her face but down lower, as though his smoky coffee-colored eyes could burn right through the thin sheet and devour her soft naked flesh again. How long had he been getting his eyeful before she woke up? She wondered as she waited anxiously for his reply.
"Aw, the hell with it," he said with a curt wave of his hand. "Why don't we just shoot the bull for a while and have lunch here later?"
"What about Emma, Jackie? Are you sure she wouldn't think I was in the way?" Brooke asked sarcastically, a kittenish glint in her narrowed eyes.
"Nah, she thinks you're okay," he said calmly, taking her attempted thrust right in stride. "She says you're too young and inexperienced to know much, but she seems to think you'll be all right as soon as you grow up a little."
"Oh ... I guess she means I'll be all right in her eyes if I start going to bed with boys, the way she does," Brooke slashed back, her blood suddenly boiling with anger and resentment at what he had said. The curvaceous young redhead was so utterly infuriated by the thought of the maid looking upon her as nothing more than an ignorant child that she did not even notice when Jackie slid down slowly on the bed beside her. His hand came to rest only inches from where her closest thigh lay naked under the skimpy protection of the sheet.
"Jesus Christ, Brooke, don't tell me you haven't even been screwed yet," he said in astonishment after a moment of calculated silence. He was fully aware of how sensitive she was to anything that even hinted of her not being adult and sophisticated, the perfect young model of April.
"I don't really think that it's any of your business," Brooke retorted huffily. Then there was silence, except for the sound of their breathing, as she stared up indignantly at the ceiling. When no sound came from him, she realized that he must be studying her as she lay there. It was strange but she could almost feel the hot trails of desire and admiration his eyes left behind them as they roved over her reclining, lightly covered form. Why should he bother looking at her that way? she asked herself. After all, she was merely a "young and inexperienced" girl and it was certainly no secret to her now that he could make love to Emma any time he wanted to.
"You know, you're pretty," Jackie said suddenly. The words came as such a surprise to hear that at first she thought someone else had entered the room. She lifted her head to check the possibility and saw with relief that the compliment had come from Jackie. But it was a Jackie she did not recognize, a Jackie with tenderness that she had mysteriously felt in him but had not seen or heard until this instant. The very softness and sincerity in his voice sheared away her angry indignation like so much wool from a sheep. She felt giddy and her thoughts were confused now more than ever.
"Come on, don't hand me that," she said defensively, afraid that any second now he would change the meaning of his remark into something else.
"Okay, don't believe me," he said quietly, a hurt look in his eyes, "but I think you're a pretty chick ... and you're sexy as hell, too."
"Gosh, thanks a lot," she found herself saying without thinking about it, then slowly realizing that this was the first time they had ever been voluntarily gentle with each other. Usually, they were either just "buddies" or were teasing each other mercilessly. She felt the bed give a little as he shifted his weight closer to her, his dark eyes still trained directly on her thinly-clad adolescent body. She cringed away from his nearness out of habit but she was not as uncomfortable now as she probably would have been at any other time. Somehow, the closeness of his almost naked body was comforting as well as sexually thrilling and she did not flinch so much as a fraction of an inch when his hand came to rest lightly on the brown bare skin of her shoulder. He smiled warmly at her as his hand moved slowly down from her slim shoulder and came to rest on her upper arm under the sheet, his knuckles pressed against the warm outward swell of her closest breast.
Then he took her completely off balance by leaning forward unexpectedly to place a soft tender kiss on her moist lips. Brooke felt her ripe nubile body begin to shiver as she unthinkingly kissed him back, not wondering or really caring at the moment whether he was kissing her out of real desire or merely friendly affection. Had she been interested just then, she would not have had to wait very long to find out, for he increased the exciting pressure of his lips on hers and flicked out his hot tongue into the sensuous wetness of her mouth. At the same time, both of his hands drifted down under the sheet and cupped the smooth round fullness of her breasts, his thumbs teasing gently back and forth over the sudden hardness of her pink tingling nipples. She could hear him breathing heavily over her and wanted to open her eyes and look in his face to see if it reflected the same gentility with which his hands moved. But she was afraid that it would all suddenly end and he would erupt without warning into his usual sarcasm. She lay there without resistance as she felt him move one hand and carefully draw the protective sheet down off her responsive young body, leaving her completely naked again and available for his hungry eyes to feast on.
"Aaaaahh," she murmured as he ran his hands in a long slow caress down the full length of her beautiful helpless body. Her smoothly rounded breasts trembled and hardened more as his fingers made naked contact with the tips of her tiny erect nipples and she moaned again, not from shock but from some new alien wave of pleasure that began to tingle maddeningly in every nerve of her being. She was completely vulnerable now but felt no immediate fear. She had come to trust him in the last few minutes and sensed that he would not take advantage of her intentionally. In fact, the thought ran hazily through her mind that he would probably stop if she pleaded with him. But she had no intention of doing that now ... or should she stop him? The sudden realization that he was her brother, that what they were doing was actually incest, blazed painfully through her adolescent sex-blurred brain.
"Jackie, no, we mustn't do this. You're my-"
"Don't say it. Don't say anything," he admonished, cutting her short. He knew exactly what she had started to say and had instantly made up his mind not to let anything so trivial stand in the way of their having a good time in bed together. He sensed too that there had been a barely perceptible change in his pretty half-sister. It was almost as though she had understood his implied warning against spoiling their fun and now she was moaning again as she pressed up against him. Her body strained and worked in unison with his hands as they coursed over her. Growing bolder, the handsome youth reached beneath her to rub the silky warmth of her buttocks in small circles, gently pressing apart the two full white moons and pressing with the tip of one finger against the tiny puckered hole of her anus. He thought of pushing into her but he did not want to do anything that would raise her guard and maybe ruin the relaxed mood she was in at this moment. He cupped the full firm cheeks of her buttocks again and then slid his fingers cautiously over them and into the narrow damp crease caused by the pressure of her soft suntanned thighs clamping so tightly together.
Jackie expected them to clench even more tightly shut as he pressured gently down between them with his hand but was surprised when they fell limply open without any kind of resistance at all. He pushed his hand up between their full satin-like softness until the tips of his fingers came into sudden wet contact with the soft down of the thin auburn pubic hair growing tantalizingly up between her long legs. He tried to press one finger up between the soft moist folds of her vagina but she jerked reflexively away, not from fear or revulsion, but from the unexpected contact that sent a shiver of warm rippling sensation running up the nerves of her naked back. He heard her groan as he shifted her slightly on the bed, placing her beautiful nude body exactly in the center of the mattress so that she was flat on her back and the whole of her inviting front was presented up to him in an exciting picture of hollows and secret indentations.
She was almost as he remembered her that morning when he had spied on her in the shower. Yes, she was just as she was then, only better; she was firm and young and her voluptuous body shook as though filled with rising desire. He lay beside her, running his hands reverently over her soft white breasts, her flat smooth belly, her rounded thighs, up and down over her unprotected young nakedness with shaking hands that brought forth small animal mewls of pleasure from between her tightly closed teeth. His passion was increased as he watched the contrast of his sun-browned hands moving over the stark white places on her tender young body imprinted by the top and bottom of her bikini bathing suit. He watched her open her eyes and look up at him for a moment, the hazel-greenness of the irises shadowed by the dim smoky veil of building passion that was beginning to race through her every nerve.
Brooke, somewhere back in the distant past since his hands had first reached for her tempting body, had drifted into a strange unknown world of deep, softly sensuous pleasure. She had lain beneath his hands at first in fear, her mind spinning with questions about the wickedness of being together this way, but now all conscious thought of why she was submitting or who her aroused flaming body was writhing beneath was lost and no longer important. It no longer mattered as she felt the tiny licking flames running all around her, between the softness of her inner thighs, on the tips of her now throbbing and pebble-hard nipples and down again to the burning core of her moist vagina where it seethed in white hot heat like the interior of an oven.
"Oh Jackie," she whispered softly, her eyes closed again as she floated on a raging tide of ecstasy. "Oh Jackie, I love you, I love you."
He planted his fine, sensitive mouth over hers and immediately felt the hard rigid pressure of her pink tongue spearing up into his mouth in her uncontrolled quest for a warmer, wetter contact with her handsome sixteen-year old brother. His hands continued to rummage over her and he ran them between her trembling thighs, which did not jerk away this time but which opened voluntarily to admit him to the savory warmth of her young female loins. He could feel the wet center of her lower torso flexing perceptibly in a passionate answer to his maddening touch on her naked skin. She was sighing and moaning continuously up into his lips, her probing tongue pushing up into his and circling deep around inside as though searching desperately for another entrance to his mouth. Her passion incited his own. Disbelief buzzed through his brain as he realized that this was actually happening, that his gorgeous half-sister was responding to his caresses as though they were normal, unrelated lovers. She seemed to have been waiting all these years for him to come into her bedroom this morning and take control of her beautiful body and all of her senses. Christ, she was twisting beneath him as if she were his slave and he were some kind of sultan with special rights and sexual powers ... powers that she could not possibly resist.
Suddenly, he could stand it no longer and he moved over, slithering on top of her softly yielding body like another covering of human flesh. He could feel her quivering helplessly out of control under him and he reached down his sides with both hands to draw her roundly unresisting thighs up and back until the length of her throbbing wet vaginal slit was presented up to him in welcome sacrifice. He held her shapely golden legs there for a long tortured moment and started to reach down between them to guide his hard aching cock up into her, but at the very last instant he hesitated.
No, not yet, he restrained himself, pulling free the white bath towel that had been covering his mid-section. Brooke had to surrender totally before he dared to do anything that might break the lustful spell she was under now. He waited for a moment, holding his breath and then whispered, "Reach down and put it in for me."
He sighed with relief as he felt her small hand burrowing down between them without hesitation, her soft fingers closing tightly around his rigidly jerking flesh. She paused for a moment and he held his breath again in fear that she would suddenly regain her senses and turn away from him. After what seemed an endless minute, he breathed out again as he felt her thumb and forefinger tighten around the head of his long pulsating penis and slowly but firmly push it up. He shuddered and his lips bared back over his teeth as the thick heavy foreskin peeled back up and she gently pressed the moist sensitive tip of his cock into the fleshy, wet folds of her gently contracting vagina. He could feel the silky reddish-brown pubic hair grazing lightly against it as it hovered poised for entry between the tightly swollen pussy lips. The hot, soft warmth was excruciating and it was all he could do to hold himself back from lunging forward to bury the whole heavy throbbing length of his cock into her helplessly quivering belly with one mighty thrust.
But he waited because she needed time and because he knew now that he had completely conquered his pretty, naked half-sister. At this moment, she was altogether at the mercy of his will. Even so, he wanted her to fully realize it. The good looking teenager wanted to avoid any ugly repercussions later. She had to remember that she had submitted willingly, that she had let him fuck her because she had desired it more than pride itself. His lonely young life had taught him to be cunning and to avoid anything that might impair his security from day to day and in the future.
Brooke lay moaning and making little whimpering sounds that escaped from between her gnashing teeth like quick puffs of steam from a locomotive laboring up a steep mountain grade. Her body ached with passion and she was vaguely aware of Jackie's form hovering over her. Her lust-drenched thighs and loins were spread wide apart and pressuring against a delicious, jerking hardness that she remembered placing it there herself, so long ago. She hungered deep in her virginal womb and could not understand why he waited, torturing her more cruelly than if he had whipped her defenseless body.
Jackie raised up on his hands into a pushup position above the slowly undulating body of the seventeen year old redheaded girl. His face was twisted in male lust as he glanced down and saw that her wet red lips were pursed open in a moist rounded oval shaped by the rapture she felt. He peered down between their naked bodies and could see his giant throbbing erection pressed firmly into the gleaming wet folds of her parted pink pussy. The curly satiny softness of her pubic hair surrounded the long rod of flesh in a lust-inciting mixture of red against brown that caused his stiff rock-hard cock to throb all the more wildly against her.
"Mmmmmm," she moaned unconsciously as she felt the rigid pressure increase. He fought for all he was worth against the all-consuming desire to ram forward at that very moment and impale her like a ravished sacrifice at the stake. But there was too much of her that he had not tasted yet ... and he might never have another chance like this one. The dark haired youth glanced down at her large full breasts swaying out gently over her ribs and quivering slightly with each pitiful gasp that rose from her throat.
God, her naked breasts excited him! He had to have them right now!
He pulled abruptly out of her and moved forward over her billowing snow-white mounds and straddled her with one leg on either side of her ribs, placing his long hard cock in the narrow cleft between her breasts so that her warm heaving flesh enclosed it on both sides. Her eyes opened momentarily but flickered shut again quickly as though she were afraid to see what was really happening. Jackie's hands trembled crazily as he reached down and crushed the smooth pliant mounds between his strong fingers, making tiny ridges of whiteness stand up and overflow between his knuckles. He kneaded and stretched at them, watching them press against his hands like separate straining beings, yearning and yearning for more. He pushed them firmly together so that they met across her prostrate body and formed a silk-like yielding tunnel in which his cock was sensuously trapped. Gritting his teeth, he pressed them hard until the hardened tingling nipples met at the top and then he began a gentle rocking motion, thrusting his entire throbbing length into the flaccid warm channel formed by the firm, white rounded breasts. As he pushed, the blood-filled head of his virile adolescent cock appeared at the far end of the fleshy tunnel and brushed softly against her chin, leaving a tiny spot of moist seminal fluid there where it touched.
Jackie continued the rhythmic rocking motion between her hotly quivering breasts for several minutes, sensing his stroking cock growing and swelling until he was afraid it would suddenly erupt into a great gushing fountain of cum before he was ready. He paused for a while, contenting himself with pinching teasingly at her erect nipples and then rubbing them obscenely over the semen-smeared tip of his impatiently jerking penis. At the same time, he looked down and saw that her eyes were open now, gazing sightlessly up at the ceiling. A glazed smoky veil of desire obscured her dilated pupils.
Brooke's curving suntanned form writhed insanely on the bed beneath him, her bronzed columnar thighs limply kicking out and then drawing up again as though searching for some merciful end to this agonizing frustration. She was completely out of control and Jackie knew that nothing he did now could shock her, that she would accept any degradation he would force upon her to douse the sexual fire raging out of control in her succulent young genitals.
Hell, he wanted to shove his hard throbbing cock into her mouth! His passion-glazed eyes focused on her full red sensuous lips still muttering incoherent sounds up into the air. They were wet and shiny from her pointed tongue swirling around them as she lay suffering beneath him in unfulfilled need. He moved up a little so that his bent knees were planted on either side of her neck and his thick blue-veined cock jutted out directly over her face, giving her rolling eyes a perfect view of the pulsating sperm-filled ridge running beneath it. The boy's heavy testicles lay softly against her smeared chin.
He sat there motionless for a moment, feeling the firm ripe mounds of her breasts squashed down underneath his taut buttocks. Then he placed both of his hands down tenderly behind her head and lifted it up off the bed, bending her neck up toward him so that her face and exciting lips were poised directly in front of the palpitating, gleaming head of his cock. He pushed forward slightly, his muscular buttocks rolling on the fluffy yielding cushion of her breasts as he pushed the semen-oozing tip of his penis between her barely parted lips. He groaned as he felt the soft lipsticked surfaces brush gently against the sensitive skin of the glans.
Brooke's sensually parted lips closed at the first contact and he held his breath as he waited there for the expected cry of indignant protest.
But nothing came from her. Her passive silence was like an endorsement. As though to demonstrate this, her mouth fell limply open and she strained her head forward of her own volition. Her movement caught him by surprise, since he had thought her incapable of moving at all now and he watched with almost sadistic rapture as the tightly rounded ovals of her reddish pink lips closed over the tightly stretched skin of his hard pulsing cock. He had never in his wildest dreams thought that he would ever see the day when he could look down and see his own long penis skewering into the pretty face of his own sister.
And she was really enjoying it!
She had started to moan and mumble around the thickness of the fleshy rod she was sucking. She used her tongue, slowly at first and he could feel it swiping wetly around him, causing his hard cock to jerk inside the moist warmth of her mouth. Her lips were soft and smooth and clasped tightly to him in a close elastic ring. He could feel them moving deliciously down over his virile young length and taking as much of him as she could into her mouth, surrounding him with the moist hot warmth of her saliva and the tender inner flesh of her tongue. He placed his hands on either side of her hollowing cheeks and pressed inward, ramming himself farther into her than before.
"Mmmmmppphh," Brooke mumbled, choking as she tried to wrench her head away from the thrusting rigidity. Then, relaxing once more, she began to suck him again with a lewd nibbling pressure and her tongue licked and curled around him as though she had done this a hundred times before. All the deep burning hunger in her tight little vagina seemed to be concentrated now in one single sensation in her mouth. Jackie groaned above her flailing head and kept his hands pressed in against her cheeks. He knew she would make him cum and he wanted to make her swallow it so that she knew later that he had bent her completely to his will, that he had dominated her as she would never be dominated again. He thrust his fiery loins into the rounded open hole formed by her stretched lips and rolled his buttocks around on her soft white breasts as though he wanted to crush them down into her chest. Wide-eyed, he watched from above as his glistening wet flesh disappeared deeply between her roundly clasping lips. He could feel all of himself, every inch and nerve of his young throbbing cock, pulsating and jumping in the moist saliva-filled warmth of her mouth. His laboring loins were growing hot and he was sweating between his legs, but still she sucked, kissing and licking it on the out-stroke, then burying her pretty face in his hairy loins until he knew that his supreme moment was not far away. The pressure building up in his heavy swaying balls was almost unbearable and his stroking penis seemed to inflate and grow to a size beyond anything it had ever achieved before. It would not be long now.
Suddenly there was a spastic jerk inside him and nothing in the world could have stopped the white liquid gush that was rushing up in torrents from his aching balls and out the tip of his wildly leaping cock. Brooke groaned beneath him as the first thin spurts of the creamy white liquid flooded into the back of her throat, filling the warm moist cavity, then bloating and stretching her cheeks until they nearly burst.
The beautiful redhead's mouth worked gluttonously, swallowing and sputtering to keep from choking on the sticky wet sperm as he continued to empty his heavily emptying balls into the depths of her very being. Jackie's tingling body quivered above her as he felt the last dregs of his hot load being drained from his rapidly deflating penis. He was utterly exhausted for the moment and had to brace himself with his hands tangled in her copper-colored hair to keep from falling to one side on the bed. He began to move away from her but to his surprise she would not let his deflated cock escape from her lips. She kept on sucking gently, undulating her smooth soft hips behind him down into the bed and rubbing her legs hungrily together as he watched with disbelief the thin tiny trails of sticky white cum running down from the comers of her bruised mouth to her chin below. He had never experienced anything like this and it seemed as though he had been milked of every last ounce of strength he had ever had in his life.
But she was determined to revive him. After a short while, his limp cock began to thicken again in the soft, slippery warmth of her mouth. She licked and nibbled at it gently, seeming to take delight in her strange power to bring him to life again. Finally, when he had grown to his full size for the second time that morning, his doubt that he could ever make love again began to fade. She continued to lick and nip at him for a moment longer, swiping her slippery red tongue around and around it until she was certain that it was restored to its full length and power. Then she let her head fall back heavily on the bed. The throbbing, rejuvenated penis slipped wetly from her lips, a thin sticky trail of semen still linking it to her mouth. Her large eyes fluttered open and she looked up at him with a pleading, desire-ridden look on her exquisite face.
"Please, Jackie, fuck me now," she begged in a desperate whisper.
Jackie did not hesitate and lifted his buttocks from her tightly squashed breasts to move down the length of her naked body. He came to rest directly between her already open thighs and reached down between them to guide himself into her. He could feel the wet, pink lips of her open cunt throbbing in eager anticipation as with his fingers he aimed the flared head of his newly stiffened penis straight into her. He paused for a moment to part the sparse auburn pubic hair, now drenched with her own secretions and then rammed it all the way up to her cervix with one smooth hard stroke.
"Aaaaagggh," she screamed from the brutal penetration of her never-before-fucked cunt. But her pain was only momentary and the greedy moist walls of her vaginal passage clasped around his fleshy hardness so firmly it almost drove him crazy. He thrust slowly into her virginal wet cunt, feeling her insides flower open to receive him deep up in her womb. She was groaning and murmuring unintelligibly now as he began to fuck viciously into her, baring his teeth with every forward lunge. Her arms reached up to twine around his neck, pulling his smooth muscular back downward until his chest mashed into the white softness of her upthrust breasts.
"Oooooh, yesss, fuck meeee," she muttered in a strange unfamiliar voice. Jackie plunged his hotly throbbing cock harder and harder, deeper and deeper into the soft wet cavern of her pussy, feeling the whole of her lower body spreading open before his onslaught. Her entire passion-driven body jerked and twisted and she moaned incessantly, her lips twisted in pure animal lust. Her ripe mouth moved ceaselessly and her nostrils flared in untamed desire that had taken hold of her being as though she were writhing in the throes of a violent seizure. Her forehead was coated with a light sheen of glistening sweat that had poured from her skin below her crown of disheveled red hair.
There was nothing that could stop her wild race for fulfillment now and the handsome lusty teenager fucked deep up into his half-sister's tightly throbbing vagina to bring her to completion as soon as possible. She wailed up into the summery air of the room as he slipped his strong, anxious hands under the wildly lurching cheeks of her buttocks and cupped them firmly, lifting them up off the mattress to gain better access to her open and hungry loins. With that advantage, he squirmed down into her with all his strength and could feel the soft, tortured flesh of her cunt clasping and unclasping like a heartbeat all around his hotly driving penis. He fucked into the beautiful young girl from the very roots of his soul and slammed the last fraction of an inch of his full lust-hardened length into her like thunder.
Her nostrils flared wider as she moaned ecstatically, the cries resounding through the bedroom like something wounded. He arched his neck so that he could watch his sister's pretty face. It was something he did not want to miss, this sudden and humiliating surrender of her haughty pride to her own brother! ... She was no longer "too young and inexperienced" to enjoy the erotic pleasures and dizzying heights of sex, not anymore, Jackie thought vaguely.
Now, now she was writhing and twisting beneath him like a young female demon. Her arms, which had been wrapped tightly around his neck as her nails clawed deeply into his back, dropped down now and clutched hard around his slim, thrusting buttocks as he drove down between her moist, open loins. Lewd wet smacking noises resounded through the room with each savage, pile-driving lunge he made into her and blended in tempo with the crazy irregular rhythm of her heartbeat. Brooke gave out high-pitched girlish grunts as she slaved under the exciting attack on her defenseless young body. He lowered his hands from the cream-white, hollowing globes of her buttocks down to her excitedly straining thighs, moving between them to the soft lust-soaked pubic hair surrounding her ravaged cuntal opening. He could feel the clinging lips of pussy flesh which held and throbbed around his pistoning cock like a tight rubbery mouth, rubbing his fingers in the moisture that overflowed wetly down between the wide-split crevice of her perfectly rounded ass. Her writhing teenage body was slick from the perspiration produced by her wild untamed gyrations and her head flailed uncontrollably back and forth on the damp sheet beneath them. He could see that her mouth was wide open in abandonment, as though she had become something crazed and inhuman and she churned and twisted faster.
"Oh God, oh shit, fuck my cunt!" she gasped as though near death. Brooke was approaching her tremendous orgasm now and swung her round sun-bronzed thighs up higher to wind them voluptuously around his back.
"Fuck, baby, fuck your cunt up on me, Jackie rasped.
"Ooooh, Jackie, I'm cumming! I'm cummmming!" she suddenly groaned in a high ecstatic voice, locking her trim ankles high up behind his smooth-muscled back. At the same time, her arms snaked out to clamp tightly around his neck as she smashed her open, now pale lips up on his. He could still taste the pungent flavor of his own sperm that he had spurted down into her slender throat not long ago. Her excited body bowed almost in half and she held tightly to him, not moving now but jerking and shuddering around him in a pulsating rhythm that served to spew her orgasmic fluid out around his hard, still jack-hammering cock, soaking his sperm-bloated balls as they smacked wetly against her tiny anus nestling below.
Holy Christ, he was getting ready to cum again too. He had been sucked dry a short while ago but the sheer wantonness of Brooke's intense orgasm had started a slow agonizing pressure deep within his lewdly dancing balls again and he gripped the cheeks of her still gyrating buttocks and squeezed them with a crushing strength. He felt her cringe slightly as electric currents of blissfully intense pleasure made him shiver from head to foot, his young brain spinning as though he were drunk.
"Aaaaaahhh, me tooooo," he drawled breathlessly and increased the speed of his thrusts so that his pelvis banged hard and wet against the soft pink lips of her pussy and drove his blood-thickened cock far, far up into the furthest depths of her crazily writhing stomach. He felt himself cumming and cumming and darting his hands down behind her knees, shoved her soft yielding thighs high up over her shoulders. He gasped into the moistness of her mouth and felt his lust-heated balls give up the very last of their boiling white contents. His explosive climax seemed to go on forever, gush after gush, until finally he fell heavily forward on her naked passion-soaked body, gasping for air.
They lay motionless then, still locked in their lewd incestuous embrace, until at last he rolled off her fully satiated young body. When he had filled his burning lungs with great gulps of cool refreshing air, he wondered to himself if he should say something but there was nothing really appropriate that he could think of. After all, what sort of silly little speech was there to give just after he had fucked his own sister within an inch of her life? Then, for the lack of something better to do, he reached out to draw the wrinkled sheet over their naked bodies.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Jesus Christ, look at her go now! Come on, Thelma Jane, you can do it," Lee Westingway shouted excitedly, his voice drowning in the general uproar of the throng surrounding him. A tall, ruggedly handsome man with light brown hair, he looked to be about forty and was the sort of person who stood out immediately from everyone else, even in a noisy, milling crowd such as the one packing the Del Mar Clubhouse to full capacity that afternoon.
It was almost two weeks after April's unexpected episode with Karl at Willow Run and Lee and April were on their feet shouting out encouragement to her four-year old mare, Thelma Jane, who was beginning to make a promising show of speed in the sixth race, an $8000 claiming race for three-year olds and up. The thoroughbreds were driving hard in the middle of the backstretch and Thelma Jane had just moved up from seventh to fourth position and seemed to be getting stronger. The loose cluster of horses was still too far away to make out clearly and to the naked eye, was only an indistinct blur of churning legs and bright stable silks flashing in the distance.
"By God, I think she can do it," April's husband half-shouted into her ear.
"Pepi said she was ready," she nodded gleefully.
The announcer of the race called out the positions again as the flying pack of horses came out of the backstretch and leaned into the turn for home. Thelma Jane was now third and holding her own, her tiny jockey giving her a little more head so that she could stretch out and pace herself for the great final effort. As the horses came out of the turn for home, the massive crush of people in the stands began to grow tense and press forward, straining to see out onto the track over the shifting sea of bodies. As the purebred animals drew closer, the low excited murmur of the crowd grew steadily in volume, finally becoming an outright bedlam of screams and hoarse shouts, building and building as the field bore down toward the finish-line and the thudding of their hooves grew louder.
Thelma Jane was now second by a neck and closing fast on the outside. April felt a sudden burst of pride as she watched the sleek sorrel mare call upon her last reserves of energy and break out valiantly in front of the others by a half length as she came down to the wire. A deafening roar, mixed with groans, exploded as the three front "money" horses thundered across the finish-line, their big round eyes bulging as white froth flew from their mouths where they strained at the bits.
"I'll be a son-of-a-bitch, she did it," Lee announced loudly, flinging out his right arm around his beautiful blonde wife's shoulders and drawing her in close to his broad chest, his hazel eyes sparkling.
"Whoopee!" April yelled joyously, melting without the least resistance inside the snug circle of his protective embrace. Her blue eyes twinkled brightly, mirroring the bouncing gaiety she felt and her stunningly elegant face was tremulous with wild excitement.
"Excuse me for saying so," Lee put in sardonically, "but it looks like I decided to come home at just the right time. With the purse, the winnings from our bets ought to total out to a fairly impressive sum."
"But darling, aren't you forgetting something?" the voluptuous blonde teased back. "We haven't been to see our lawyer yet, so Thelma Jane is still legally mine ... Remember?"
Lee reflected a moment without speaking, his intelligent facial features masking his real feelings about what she had just said in devilish jest. April was immediately sorry that she had dared to tease him, especially about money, because she had no idea what his financial status was at the moment and she knew he was particularly sensitive about such things. But what could it possibly matter now, now that he was home with her again. As they made their way, hand in hand, through the expensively dressed multitude of people, her mind flashed back happily to the day before yesterday. She had been sitting up late, reading alone in the living room at Willow Run, when suddenly there had been a knock at the front door. She had nearly fainted on the spot when she had opened the door and seen her husband standing there, a sheepish grin on his face as he had asked if he could come in and talk with her for a while. At first, it had been awkward and their conversation had come to several full stops as the result of touching upon forbidden subjects. But after a few drinks together, they had relaxed a little and laughed at some of the silly things they had said to each other out of anger just before their separation.
Lee had explained to her that he had never loved Dixie, had only taken up with her because she had been handy at the time and that he had come to loathe and pity her the longer they stayed together. Then he had said something that April still remembered as one of the happiest moments of her life. Her handsome masculine husband had confessed how desperately he had missed her during the eighteen long, dragging months of separation. He told her how he had fought against the powerful impulse to chuck his new and unsatisfactory life aside and to just come home with his tail dragging behind him ... But he was just as proud as she was, perhaps more so and had tried to fortify his lonely existence with books and sometimes, by attending wild underground parties that he had promised to tell her about sometime. Nothing had worked, though and finally he had spilled out the truth to Dixie, his mistress then, whose reaction had been violently ugly and just one more proof of their incompatibility.
Tears had welled up in April's wide blue eyes and he had quickly jumped up from his seat to put his arms around her, comforting her with soothing words and then asking for her forgiveness in a dignified but shaky voice. It had been a truly glorious night, she remembered, for they had decided to put all the unpleasantness behind them and to try to make a new start in their marriage. Lee had shown great concern about Brooke's welfare and had even gone so far as to mention his desire to become friends with Jackie.
"Well, this ought to buy groceries for awhile," Lee grinned at her as he came away from the para-mutual window where he had just cashed in a whole fistful of winning tickets for a thick wad of bills. "Let's go on down to the paddock and find the kids ... Hell, we're supposed to be down in the winner's circle anyway."
They met Brooke and Jackie in the winner's circle, exchanged cheerful greetings and went through the brief formalities of accepting their laurels without a hitch. Other horse owners and several of the trainers congratulated them mechanically, eyeing Thelma Jane's flawless lines covetously as the excited mare snorted and stamped nervously in the freshly raked paddock, her huge brown eyes trying to take in everything at once.
"Hey, I don't think she even knows she won the race," Brooke chuckled softly as she patted the high strung thoroughbred's lathered neck. "Where's Pepi? Doesn't he even care when one of our horses wins a race?"
"Don't worry about Pepi right now," April broke in with a mock frown of reproval. "For your information, dear, he's getting another one of our horses ready for the last race today-another winner, I hope."
"Well, one victory should be enough for us today. Let's go home now," Lee suggested matter-of-factly. "I don't know about the rest of you, but I'm so hungry I could eat my way through a whole side of beef."
"That won't be necessary, dad," Brooke smiled prettily, "because we're going to be civilized this evening and have plain old lamb curry for dinner. Jackie and I bought everything this morning, just in case we might have something to celebrate for a change."
"Brooke, shame on you! That your father's home again is reason enough for a celebration," April beamed as she put her arm around Lee's waist and hugged him tightly as they walked toward the parking lot.
"You're damned right," Lee laughed heartily. As happy and full of good cheer as he was, he could not take his eyes off Brooke. He had not seen his lovely young daughter for well over a year and now he could hardly believe how much she had changed during his absence. She had blossomed into a beautiful, sexy young woman and he was finding it difficult to keep from staring openly at her curvaceous adolescent figure. He was perceptive enough to notice that Jackie was also fully conscious of Brooke's ripe alluring body. Maybe the good looking young bastard was taking advantage of a good thing. Hell, he certainly could not blame the boy if he was getting a little of the stunning redheaded teenager's female charms on the side. Yes, Lee thought as they walked along, he had changed a lot during the year-and-a-half since he had left April to live with Pepi's bitchy wife, Dixie. He had learned a lot. Many of the things he would never have thought of doing before were now almost second nature to him and it amused him to think of how shocked his wife would be if she ever found out how much he had changed. It had taken a quick-tempered slut like Dixie to show him how truly naive he had always been about sex. Now, though, he could almost objectively appreciate the stimulating contours of a well-shaped female body without guilt even though it might be his own daughter's body.
Yes, he thought, he would have to have a heart-to-heart talk with April about sex.
"How's the old Cadillac running these days, Daddy?" Brooke asked as the group approached the formidably long and stately black limousine where he had left it parked in the area reserved for owners and trainers.
"Oh, about the same as always, honey," he replied casually. "It's like me, you know. It looks big and impersonal, but really it's friendly and dependable ... and it always performs well when the chips are down."
"Wow, I always said my father was modest," Brooke quipped.
"Sometimes it's more important to be truthful than modest," Lee said philosophically. "Isn't that right, Jackie?"
"If you say so, sir," the dark haired boy answered with a clear tone of exaggerated respect in his voice.
"God, what a crazy family," April smiled tersely as they all piled into the enormous black Cadillac. Everything had seemed to be going so well ... so far anyway ... and she did not want the new peaceful equilibrium of her family to suddenly fall apart because of the same old problem-the strained relationship between her husband and her illegitimate son, Jackie. Attempting to change the subject and lighten everyone's mood at the same time, she sighed with a feigned weariness and added, "You know, if I were Thelma Jane, I'd be ashamed to belong to us."
"Aren't you forgetting something?" Lee asked sarcastically as he switched on the ignition and started the powerful engine. "Remember, Thelma Jane belongs to you now. She's all yours ... just like ... well, it's not important."
In the back seat, Jackie tightened his secret grip on his half-sister's hand as the black car zoomed out of the parking lot and out onto the eight lane freeway.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Brooke and Jackie had finished dinner and were huddled closely together in a far comer of the living room, talking animatedly about that day's events at the racetrack. They seemed to be comfortably intimate and content together. Lee and April were seated on the giant opulent couch across the room, sipping coffee and little nips of cognac during occasional breaks in their relaxed conversation. The beautiful blonde was ecstatically happy-she felt like a wife again and she was deliriously optimistic about the future. To her, it seemed that finally there was a good chance they could be a real family. Soon after they had arrived home from Del Mar, Lee had even apologized for being almost rude to Jackie during the drive back to Willow Run. A few minutes later, he had gone off to find the boy and the two of them had disappeared for over an hour in the upstairs study, finally emerging with broad grins on their faces. Lee had explained that he and Jackie had come to a man-to-man understanding but he had not bothered to say just what that understanding was all about.
"Oh, by the way, April, did I tell you I saw Karl last week?" Lee asked suddenly. "We met each other by accident at a funny little Italian restaurant in New York City. After we finished our meal, we downed a few drinks at the bar and had a nice long talk."
"Oh ... No, dear, you hadn't said anything about it," April replied in a tight tremulous voice, her heart beating crazily in her throat at the mention of Karl's name. "What did he have to say? Anything of importance?"
"We talked about you, mostly," Lee said quietly, his eyes intensely searching her face as he spoke.
"And just what did Karl say about me?" she asked nervously, her voice quaking with fear of what her husband's answer might be. She felt her new-found sense of security beginning to crumble all around her as the seconds passed by with agonizing slowness.
"Well, he thinks that you're beautiful, sexy and intelligent, in just about that order and he'd like to marry you someday," Lee said evenly, his eyes straying slowly from her lovely face to wander secretly over the ripe lush curves of her voluptuous body. "Beyond that, we really didn't talk about anything of terrific importance."
"So, that's all there was to it, then," April said with the barest trace of a question in her quivering voice. Oh God, it was too good to be true, she sighed with inward relief, for she knew that Karl was inclined to be a bit of a braggart and had doubted that he would pass up a prime opportunity to boastfully inform her husband, Lee, that he had thoroughly fucked his wife on this very couch that they were sitting on now. God knows, it had been an awful mistake, another serious chink in her moral armor and she had been paying heavily for it ... in the currency of guilt ... ever since that strangely trance-like night two weeks ago. It had seemed like just another repetition of that nightmarish afternoon, over sixteen years ago, with her trainer, Pepi.
"Hey, wait a minute," Lee interrupted after a long moment of silence. "Now that I think of it, he did say something else. He told me that he fucked you a couple of weeks ago."
"He-he what!" she sputtered.
"He said he fucked you, April. That's all," Lee repeated with cool calmness. "He did say you were a good lay, however and he couldn't seem to understand why anyone with your talents couldn't make it in bed with me."
"K-Karl told you that ... and you don't think it's very important?" she blurted, unable to believe that she had heard him correctly. "God, Lee, what did you say to him?"
"What could I say?"
"I mean, didn't you call him a liar?"
"Why should I call him a liar? He fucked you, didn't he?"
"Well ... "
"Well...?"
"Yes, but it was an accident, I swear it and I've been suffering for it ever since," April sobbed, certain now that Lee would jump up from the couch and leave her all alone again-just as he had before when he had suspected her of being unfaithful to him.
"Why suffer?" he questioned in what seemed to her an unusually calm tone. "What's wrong with a harmless fuck?"
"You don't care...? It doesn't matter at all to you?" she flustered, a spark of irritation slowly fanning itself to full-fl-edged anger in her mind.
"Sure it matters, April, but not in the selfish way you seem to think it should," he said with a level-headed coolness, his eyes still fixed intently on the sensuous-looking curves and swells of her body rather than on her face. "I've admitted that living with Dixie was certainly no picnic, but at least I learned a few things. I learned how absolutely senseless it is to be jealous of what someone else ... even your husband or wife ... does with his or her body. If you felt like making it with Karl, that was your business. Hell, we weren't even together at the time and besides, you had no way of knowing if you would ever see me again or not."
April sat there feeling a strange mixture of emotions. For one thing, she was definitely relieved that he was not angry and jealous about her erotic interlude with Karl. But, at the same time, she was also slightly disappointed in the fact that he was taking it so well. As far as she was concerned, she had committed plain and simple adultery and she could not even bear to think back on the occasion without cringing. Actually, she knew that what he was saying made perfect sense but that did not seem to excuse the cold fact that she had allowed another man to make passionate love to her.
"Come on, forget about it now," Lee said, patting her shoulder warmly and then slipping his arm around her. "I probably should never have brought up the subject, but I didn't want you to be afraid or feel that you had to hide the truth from me. I wanted you to know the most important thing is that I love you-even if you do fuck other men behind my back."
The wry devilish grin on his ruggedly handsome face melted her automatically and she found herself snuggling closer to him as she placed her head on the comforting warmth of his shoulder. Responding to her display of tenderness, he drew her even more tightly against him, the fingers of his right hand brushing lightly over the material of the dress that covered the full outward swell of her firm breast. April shuddered slightly from the pleasant contact and suddenly remembered the wonderfully satisfying session of love-making they had had together in bed last night. Even though she still did not know why it had happened, she had to admit to herself that her experience with Karl had seemed to ignite some previously hidden inferno of desire in her that she had not known existed.
She smiled as Lee ran his eyes appreciatively over the full length of her voluptuously ripe body. She could feel a slight throb within her as he undressed her with his searching eyes. She took another long drink of cognac and felt a warm glow as it flowed smoothly down her throat, stimulating her nerves almost as much as the pressure of her husband's male body against her ripely yielding softness. It was almost too good to be true, she thought, afraid that the deep sense of pleasure she felt would suddenly vanish into thin air. It was strange what alcohol could do to a person and she remembered with embarrassment the lewd, obscene spectacle she must have made of herself the night she had lost control with Karl and turned into a shameless, frenzied animal. But now that Lee was home, it seemed impossible to her that anything like that could ever happen again.
Suddenly she felt Lee's strong arms pulling her to him and his lips came moistly down on hers, his tongue probing wetly into her mouth. She sucked on it gently, letting herself melt into the hollows and curves of his muscular body. She could feel herself begin to tremble from the excitement of his kiss and her thoughts about Karl slowly faded away. Lee held the kiss for a long time and she could suddenly feel a slight jerk where his hard male loins pressed into the pliant softness of her stomach. He was getting hard and she sensed a sudden tensing in her own heavy breasts where the tingling nipples smashed hard against his chest.
"Jesus, let's fuck," he whispered hotly into her ear.
Lee had never used such language before but now the word strangely excited her. She reached down between their bodies and boldly stroked his rigid penis, an irresistible feeling of wickedness overpowering her as never before. The electric tingling sensation in her full breasts ran down to her clenching thighs and vibrated there magically for a moment.
"I mean it, dammit," he said thickly. "Take off your dress before I rape you."
"You idiot, I can't do it here ... Jackie and Brooke are in the same room with us, or have you forgotten," she said in a whisper.
"Oh hell, April, forget about them," Lee grumbled.
"But how can I?" she asked breathlessly, glancing quickly over at the two attractive teenagers who were sitting at the other end of the room.
"Believe me, it's easy," Lee huskily assured her. "During my little chat with Jackie this afternoon, I discovered that the kids are a damned sight more experienced and understanding about some things than you might think."
* * *
"Go ahead, just have a look at them," Jackie urged quietly, edging a little closer to Brooke. "I told you that your old man's a swinger. Christ, we actually talked about things like that this afternoon."
"Really? Are you sure you're not just saying that?" Brooke interrogated as she peeked over at her mother and father out of the comer of her eye. She sat dazed for a moment, her delicate jaw hanging open as she watched Lee's hand slip down the front of April's low-cut dress, cupping her mother's firmly rounded breast in his hand. She could not remember ever having seen her father behave this way in front of other people. And yet, for that matter, she had never seen April exhibit her feelings so openly, at least not sexually.
There was no denying that the sight of her parents brazenly caressing each other was an exciting thing to watch and she did not object when Jackie's warm hand reached out to hold her own quivering breast. She closed her eyes tightly shut as he moved closer and pressed his eager lips demandingly on hers. The lush-bodied young redhead strained against her brother without even thinking, feeling her inhibitions peel away and become unimportant.
* * *
"I'm not kidding, April. Take off your dress," Lee ordered her with harsh urgency. The aroused blonde disliked his imperious manner but knew that he was easily offended and did not want to spoil their new start by resisting him. Her hands trembled as she reached up behind her and slid the zipper silently down from her neck to the white swelling moons of her buttocks. She lifted the dress over her head and dropped it softly back against the couch. Then she reached behind her again and unsnapped the brassiere, gasping a little as the cool rush of air touched the pink tips of her breasts and caused the rounded circles of her nipples to leap to erection. She dropped the now useless garment to the floor beside the couch. Her near nakedness sent forbidden chills of excitement over her flesh, thrilling her as she had never been thrilled before. The thought that she was undressing in front of her husband and children added to the increasing sense of arousal she felt.
She could hear her husband next to her struggling out of his clothing and she smiled at his obvious impatience to get at her. Then, she felt his hands anxiously reaching for her and making contact with the cool nakedness of her shoulder.
"Darling, are you sure this is all right? I'm afraid," she breathed softly. Lee's hands increased their searching boldness on her naked flesh in answer to her question. Then, he hooked his fingers in the narrow elastic waist-band of her panties and stripped them down over the rounded fullness of her hips and thighs as she instinctively lifted her white smooth buttocks to aid him. Her husband's hands renewed their demanding quest and ran over her naked limbs. She sat still, her arms at her sides, as she trembled from the sensuous pleasure running through her. He leaned forward and dropped his head to her firm set milk-white breast, cupping it in his hand as he sucked the throbbing light brown nipple deep into his hungry mouth.
"Please, please, darling, don't do it here ... in front of the children," she begged. She knew it was impossible to refuse anything he asked of her now and a small ball of fear began to grow in her churning stomach. God knows, she wanted to please him more than anything else in the world but she was also filled with terror that Brooke and Jackie might think awful things about her now.
She yielded when Lee pushed her gently down onto the couch. She had never felt anything like the first sensation of it touching her back. It was almost like velvet and was deliciously warm and sensuous. She wriggled her bare back against the cushion like a cat as her husband snuggled down beside her. He made no attempt to conceal his movements and she was certain that Brooke and Jackie could clearly see what was going on between their parents. She waited quietly for a moment as Lee pressed his naked body close to hers and then groaned softly from the beautiful sensation it caused. After a moment, his wet moist lips began a gentle nibbling along the silky flesh of her shoulder, sending goose bumps racing over her skin. She quivered uncontrollably from the sudden unexpected sensation and dropped her hand down between their anxiously yearning bodies again to grasp his huge throbbing cock with her fingers. He groaned aloud as she pushed against it and peeled the heavy foreskin back over the rubber blood-filled head.
April laughed inwardly at herself through the waves of desire building deep in her heaving stomach. Suddenly it seemed almost funny that this should be happening here in the living room, right out in the open and in front of the children and on the same couch where Karl had taken her from behind that night two weeks ago. It was the last disciplined thought she had, for Lee's hot mouth fastened tightly on one of her stiffened nipples and began an exciting sucking pressure on it. At the same time, his hands coursed thrillingly over the soft smoothness of her thighs and belly. His mouth played for a long teasing moment at her naked breasts, moving from one to the other, his tongue trailing wetly down the narrow valley of flesh between them. God, he was driving her insane and her unabated lust rose to new giddy heights.
His wet lips moved down over her now shivering stomach, his thickly throbbing cock slipping loose from her hand as he moved slightly away. He ground his hot tongue for a moment into the hidden recess of her navel, bringing small mewls and gasps of pleasure from her sensually open mouth. He eased his face down lower, sending maddening sensations of indecent pleasure trailing after his gently nipping teeth. She felt her tender thighs being pressed firmly open and she made no effort to resist as he knelt down between them.
April sucked in her breath with a gasp as she felt his fingers spreading the tingling hair-covered lips of her vagina and the coolness of the air touching her there. Then his tongue snaked out, the tip of it teasing moistly against the tiny bud of her clitoris and causing it to throb into greater hardness. He moved his fingers to spread the tight opening of her pulsating cunt wider apart, suddenly darting down his tongue from her clitoris and thrusting it deep into the moist pink flesh of her hotly trembling cunt-hole. She jerked from the sudden wet touch and reached down unconsciously to tangle her fingers in his light brown hair and pull his face up hard against her eagerly flowering loins.
His tongue circled around maddeningly up inside her, the pointed tip flicking gently lizard-like against the seeping wet walls of her pussy. A long throaty groan escaped her lips from deep in her throat and she began to chant out a lewd rhythmic song of passion.
"Oooooh," she moaned, the sound rising and falling with the labors of her ecstasy. Her long legs splayed out wide and she jackknifed her knees up hard against her swaying white breasts to open her overheated pussy as much as she could to him. He pulled the upturned crevice wide apart with both of his hands, stretching it cruelly as he heard her begging for more. He dropped his head lower to worm his tongue into the tight puckered hole of her anus, thrusting the tip almost halfway inside.
"Oh God, Leeee!"
An abnormal masochistic wildness had taken complete control of her body as she lay beneath the tortuously teasing thrusts of his expert tongue. Nothing mattered now but the thrilling agony of the brain-blurring sensation rippling over every inch of her naked white flesh. The blonde beauty twisted and writhed beneath her husband's lewdly impaling tongue and began to grunt out all the obscene words that filled her tortured brain.
Lee worked like a demon over his lust-impassioned wife, thinking vaguely of what Karl had said about her being such a hot-blooded bitch. He flicked his tongue faster and felt her writhing body working beneath his, her soft thighs opening and closing spasmodically around the sides of his head. He could feel their smooth warm silkiness pressing tightly against his ears every time she jerked hard from an especially deep thrust of his tongue in her steaming wet cunt. Then her flat little belly began to rise and fall more quickly, her head pitching out of control from side to side on the couch cushion, her long blonde hair lashing out from her beautiful face like shimmering gold.
April's quivering legs pressed tighter against the sides of his head, matching the rhythm of his thrusting tongue in her throbbing wet cunt. Lee could feel the smooth tendons beneath the satiny skin of her inner thighs and buttocks begin to work tensely, straining to drive the moist fragrant plane of her pussy up tighter against his mouth. Her swelling pointed breasts shivered and heaved with her desire and she reached down to twine her slim fingers in his light brown hair, pulling his face desperately up into her hot tingling crevice.
He knew she was on the brink of an orgasm ... not quite, but teetering on the fine edge. Well, she would get it, a climax she would never forget, Lee thought gleefully as his tongue burrowed deep up into the quivering hot sheath of her vagina. April was going to cum tonight until she begged for mercy, he gloated secretly, but not yet ... not until things became a lot more interesting!
His eyes wide open, Lee peered up through the quivering mounds of her breasts to watch the straining contortions of his wife's beautiful face. Her glazed blue eyes clenched shut, her full red lips baring back over the whiteness of her teeth as her softly voluptuous body began to tremble with the force of her approaching orgasm. Then, suddenly, he wrenched his head out of the grip of her clenching fingers, lifting his face from her tight steaming pussy.
"Oh my God, wait Lee!" April almost shrieked as she thrust her writhing pelvis urgently up at him. "Don't stop, Lee! I'm almost there, darling! Please...." At the other end of the room, Jackie tightened his grip on Brooke's shoulder and moved his free hand forward to lightly cup the fullness of her closest naked breast. The gorgeous young redhead was alive with erotic excitement racing wildly through her belly and lust-drenched loins. The lewd sight of her mother and father fucking together on the couch was driving her insane with passion and she had made no effort to resist her handsome half-brother when he had taken off her sweater and brassiere. Actually, she welcomed the probing touch of his hand up under her skirt and trapped it there by squeezing her soft white thighs tightly together. She moved toward him, the air brushing coolly against her nakedness and he traced his hands from her rounded satiny thighs up over the smoothness of her flat little tummy, upward to cup the undersides of her firm thrusting breasts.
"Take off your skirt and panties," Jackie hissed suddenly. "I want you completely naked like your mother." Obeying, Brooke lifted her tight little half-moons of her buttocks and pushed her unfastened skirt and the flimsy sheerness of her panties down over her gently flaring hips until the garments were in a heap around her trim ankles. Out of the comer of one eye, she caught sight of Jackie's long, thick rod of naked cock-flesh spearing up into the air before him. His trousers were lying in a rumpled pile on the floor next to her clothes and he was gazing at her hungrily with one eye while out of the other he watched the obscene display of lust between Lee and April. He gasped lightly as his pretty sister reached forward and wrapped her long fingers around his violently hard cock, stroking it up and down in a spine-tingling milking motion. It drove him out of his mind to see her graceful fingers touching the purple vein that pulsed heavily along the underside of his hard throbbing penis. He could see that she was enjoying it, too, because her turgid pink nipples seemed to vibrate on the tips of her ripe young breasts and there were tiny glistening droplets of moisture seeping out from between her pink, hair-fringed cuntal lips.
Back on the couch, Lee lifted his face from between April's wide-spread thighs and rolled over on his back beside her.
"Okay, baby, it's your turn now," he whispered. April was surprised at her own boldness as she leaned down to do what he wanted. Before, the thought of taking a man inside her mouth had been repulsive to her but now just the idea of it excited her.
She started slowly, first running her warm tongue down the hollows of his muscular neck and chest, nipping gently at his small male nipples. Then she moved down lower to lick hotly at his navel, running her tongue teasingly around inside it until she felt his stomach begin to heave beneath her. She dropped one hand down lower and grasped his hardened cock tightly between her fingers, drawing back the foreskin in a lewd milking motion that brought passionate moans from his lips. To be more comfortable, she crawled over him and pushed his hairy legs apart, kneeling on all fours between his tight-flexed thighs.
She continued the gentle skinning back and forth of his jerking hard penis as she dropped her lovely face down to within inches of his trembling male loins. Her lush red lips were only the barest distance from the broadly throbbing cock-head and she opened her mouth to breathe softly against it, allowing her hot breath to flow over the sensitive tip with a teasing slowness.
"Go on, baby, suck it, suck it now," she heard him groan above her. His lewd words excited her and her pink tongue flicked out, the tip coming into warm contact with the semen-smeared head of his cock. She circled it around the smooth rubbery flesh as he groaned and twisted above from the tormenting sensation she was subjecting him to. The tip of her slowly searching tongue found the tiny opening at the tip and darted wetly into it. It was already moist from the tiny droplets of seminal fluid oozing out from his ever-increasing excitement. The sharp pungent taste and odor of him caused her mouth to salivate and her fine nostrils to flare slightly. Then, she dropped one hand to cup his soft hairy balls, grazing her fingernails gently over the smooth flaccid flesh. She placed her other hand at the thick base of his stiffly erect penis where it soared up from the curly brown pubic hair that covered the area of his loins. She pinched the thickness between her thumb and forefinger and pulled down hard, skinning back the foreskin until the large blood-filled head stood out naked against the softness of her mouth.
She began to plant moist warm kisses around it, beginning at the tip and working down the full length of it to the base and then wetly back up again.
Lee could not stand a second more of this torment. With a deep gurgle in his throat, he reached down with his hands and tangled them in her blonde hair, thrusting up his quaking loins with the strength of a bull.
April resisted a moment, doubts about Brooke and Jackie running wildly through her mind, but it was too late now. Lee rammed the thick blood-engorged cock-head up inside, crushing through her soft moist lips, between the whiteness of her teeth and on into the wet saliva of her mouth. She could feel the pulsing head rub along the full length of her tongue. She closed her blue eyes to keep from choking as it filled her mouth and almost ran down into her throat.
"Ooooh, April, your mouth's like velvet," Lee murmured passionately as he began a slow rhythmic fucking motion up into her face ... She tightened her lips and sucked harder, feeling at the same time the excitement in her mounting higher and higher.
She sucked like a demon, swishing her tongue with fury around and around the hotly throbbing cock-head drubbing in and out of her roundly ovaled lips, her head bobbing up and down like a cork on the stormy seas of his lust. The masochistic joy of being used, used like a common street whore, permeated her entire consciousness and she mumbled unintelligible sounds of passion around the thick thrusting cock in her mouth.
"Holy Christ, they're really going at it," Jackie said hoarsely at the other end of the spacious living room. "Come on, Brooke, let's go over and take a closer look."
"Well, if you think it's okay," Brooke agreed uncertainly, anxious but not wanting to miss the opportunity of seeing up close the scene that excited her so much from a distance. God, she thought, her father's giant cock looked so delicious that she almost wished she were in her mother's place.
"It's okay," Jackie said. "Shit, they're so hot that they don't even know we're still in the room."
The two naked teenagers crept quietly across the thick carpet, holding hands and knelt down on the floor next to the couch to watch the middle-aged couple feast wantonly on each other's sex-driven bodies. Brooke began to writhe and grind her soft supple buttocks down hard against the pile of the carpet as she drank in the sight of her beautiful blonde mother sucking her father's huge jerking cock like a madwoman. She did not notice the covert exchange of glances between Lee and Jackie and missed the sly wink that her father gave the boy beside her. The only thing on her whirling mind at the moment was a slight feeling of jealousy. Leaning forward to get a better look at the tantalizing sight, her pretty face came within inches of the tall man's gyrating loins.
She was so engrossed that at first she did not notice her father's hand reaching out to cup one of her lush young breasts. Lee shifted his position slightly, careful not to lose the warm thrilling contact with his wife's hungrily sucking mouth, as he caressed the lust-peaked mound of his daughter's firm white breast. The gentle touch of his hand over her palpitating breast was nearly choking Brooke with a suddenly increased desire that she could not understand ... Not that she really cared now-it was enough just to feel the impelling, carnal pleasure racing through every alerted nerve in her body.
Jackie's dark eyes were glazed with fevered lust as he watched his beautiful mother sucking Lee's long rock-hard cock. The sight of her long blonde hair falling like rain over the older man's churning loins made his brain spin. Christ, he had to do something right away or he would go completely berserk! At just that instant, he focused his glassy eyes on the upthrust white moons of his mother's lewdly swaying buttocks. Yes, he thought to himself, he would do what he had thought of in his wildest, most secret dreams ... He had nothing to lose that he could think of, not now anyway.
The brown-haired youth rose from his position beside Brooke and settled himself on the couch just behind April's waving white buttocks. He waited there a moment, watching his kneeling mother's helpless face being fucked obscenely by Lee's long skewering penis as she groaned in submission between the older man's legs. Jackie's brain reeled in lust. Now, he had to do it now!
Jackie reached out tentatively and ran his trembling hands softly over the lovely round moons of his mother's cream-white buttocks. Then, grasping himself, he probed cautiously at her with his heavy, lust-swollen cock, searching for the hot moistness of her warm pussy with the blunt purple tip of his long fleshy length. He felt her soft buttocks clasp at his hardness as he guided it with his hand down the smooth white crevice past her tiny rubbery anus to the open, hair-lined mouth of her waiting cunt. He felt the head brush over the softness of her golden pubic hair before it came to rest between the pulsating lips of her lust-heated vagina. He rotated it there, mixing his own warm male pre-cum with hers and then he moved upwards and shoved hard.
"Aaaaaagggghhh," April shrieked pitifully, lifting her head from Lee's throbbing loins as she thrashed wildly, trying to dislodge the impaling cock that had suddenly filled her fear-tightened ass-hole unmercifully.
"Daddy, Daddy, is Jackie hurting her?" Brooke asked her father, her sweet voice timorous with wonder and awe.
"No, honey, don't worry," he reassured her. "Come closer, baby and you'll see that it's all right."
April gasped loudly again as Jackie began to inch his way up into the hot, rubbery tightness of her virginal rectum. The dark-haired boy ignored his kneeling mother's agonized screams of pain as he continued to worm himself in deeper, feeling the tight elasticity expanding ever so slightly to accept the unnatural invasion of his lust-stiffened cock.
April tossed her blonde head wildly from side to side, unable to comprehend what was happening to her. Her dazed mind could not accept the reality of the moment and she was certain that she was going to blank out soon from the unbearable pain that was vibrating through every tortured fibre of her loins. She bucked back at the huge fleshy shaft tearing up into her tightly clenching rectum, but as she tried to throw off the strange agonizing invasion, her handsome son rammed up hard behind her and embedded his thick, rock-hard cock all the way up to the hilt in the sensitive, resisting depths of her ass-hole. She fought in wild desperation for a full minute longer against the brutally throbbing penis sunk deep in her vainly protesting rectum and then with a final groan of helpless surrender, she collapsed limply down on the cushions of the couch.
In her gasping distress, she did not even notice that Lee had disappeared from where he had been below her.
Jackie could not believe his own eyes. Christ, his long hard cock was shoved all the way up in his own mother's tight rubbery ass-hole! It was almost too much for his lust-ridden mind to fathom at the moment with the delicious warm feeling of her soft inner flesh surrounding his hard buried length. Her white rounded buttocks were moving like a live animal thrashing about to escape but her violent jerks only helped to drive his young virile penis deeper and deeper inside her.
"Ooooh, noooo, pleeeeeease!" April grunted in pain, continuing her helpless thrashing about in front of him. She could feel the harsh pressure of her son's lithe young body pressing down on her with a pulverizing strength, pushing her down into the cushions, punishing her excitingly smooth-curving ass as it waved back at him. She no longer felt human as the impaling length of pulsating flesh ripped far up into her nakedly brutalized rectum, pushing against the very bottom of her belly inside. She felt as though she had been split by a sharp knife and her insides were torn and ripped as they had never been before. The pain was almost unbearable and the fact that her own sixteen-year old son was causing it only made the humiliating, obscene torture a million times worse!
His mother's screams and pitiful pleading baffled Jackie at first and he knelt behind her without moving for a moment. April still felt painfully stretched and ripped but his motionlessness gave her cruelly split anus time to gradually adjust to the unnatural penetration. Then, miraculously, the excruciating pain in her cock-spread anus eased a little. A slight sensation of pleasure flickered and began to catch fire deep in the pit of her skewered stomach. Jackie suddenly groaned as he felt the loosened muscles of her anal opening tighten around his long thick cock buried between the soft cheeks of her wide-spread buttocks. His tightly-enclosed fleshy rod throbbed and he could hardly believe his senses when her plush white moons began a slow, methodical series of rotations in front of him. He flexed himself deep up inside her in an answering signal. Shit, she was beginning to like it and he gasped as he felt her throb and tighten around him like a warm fitting glove. Yes, yes, she did like it! He had conquered her and suddenly gasping and moaning in his new-found ecstasy, he jerked her almost weightless body up to its knees without losing the connection and began to saw rhythmically and deep far up into the satin-smooth confines of her forever stretched rectum. He watched with soaring joy as the pinkish tight skin of her puckered little ass hole drew back with his lustfully skewering cock, clasping to it like a sucking mouth.
"Oh please, Daddy, please do it now!" Brooke gasped pleadingly from the carpeted floor beside the couch. Lee Westingway could hardly believe his ears. His beautiful naked daughter was actually begging for it, begging him to fuck her tight little cunt with his hard gigantic cock. Jackie had told him during then-talk in the upstairs study that the pretty redheaded teenager was a hot bitch and he had been skeptical. Lee had always suspected that his sexy daughter was just another cold-blooded replica of her frigid mother but now it appeared that his wife and daughter were anything but that. Jesus, they were behaving like full-fl-edged nymphos and he was certainly going to take advantage of it!
Yes, he decided, he had been missing a lot while he was away. But not now. His heavy throbbing cock was resting hard against Brooke's open, trembling thighs and he pressed it forward into the moist, hair-framed slit of her pussy. It was too much for him-he could not wait a second longer! He started to move cautiously but she anticipated him and quickly wedged her hand down between them, encircling his massive thickness with her slender fingers, causing them both to gasp hotly into each other's faces. He groaned above her in amazement as he felt her move it teasingly up and down between her wide-splayed legs with a seemingly animal instinct, parting the soft silky hair of her sensitive little pussy with the throbbing blood-filled head.
"Christ!" Jackie choked as he gaped down at the flowering pink opening of his sister's passion-moistened cunt and his step-father's great fleshy shaft prodding at the tiny wet hole.
April felt her breath being whipped away by the efforts of her impassioned son as he plunged his excited young cock far up into her wet expanded rectum from behind. She hardly knew what possessed her and could not fight off the ever-mounting animalistic wildness searing her nerves as she watched Lee preparing to fuck his own daughter and felt her young son's fiery hard cock scorching her stretched, velvety ass-hole with his lunging strokes. She was on her knees before Jackie with her round buttocks raised invitingly high and open for him to plunder at will.
Brooke whimpered aloud in a mixture of passionate desire and trembling anxiety as she felt the tender lips surrounding her moist cuntal passage being pushed open. The elastic-rimmed tightness resisted for a moment and her breath caught in her throat. Then Lee pushed slowly and gently into her, pressuring against the warm fleshy tightness, until she could no longer hold back her sudden cry of pain.
"Ooooh, Daddy, ooooohhh, it hurts, it hurts!"
"Don't worry, my darling, it'll be fine in a moment," Lee hissed, his big hands gripping his daughter's full firm buttocks, cupping them and holding them up to his surging loins as he continued to press as gently but firmly as possible with his hard aching penis up into the almost virginal hole of her pussy. Then, abruptly, the tight elastic ring of flesh popped open and his huge, blood-filled cock-head slipped wetly up inside her with a rush that left Brooke gasping for breath. Her moist red-stained mouth opened wide as the heavily-veined cock raced up into her nakedly throbbing cunt. She cried beneath him as she felt the warm smooth sheath of flesh slip over his long jerking length of rock-hard penis. Automatically, she flexed her inner thigh muscles tightly together in an attempt to ease the probing explorations of the massive invading shaft.
On the couch, April knelt before her son, Jackie and kept up the exciting undulations of her upthrust buttocks, waving the full white cheeks back at him lasciviously like a red flag in front of a bull. Slowly, the portion of whore there is in every woman broke forth in a wave of intense masochistic excitement. There was still a tiny bit of pain but it was wonderfully pleasurable and she found herself thrusting and squirming back shamelessly to meet the obscene lunges he made into her. Behind her, the excited adolescent groaned each time he surged up into his mother and she too was moaning and twisting and waving the exquisite whiteness of her naked buttocks back at him in lewd encouragement to fuck into her harder and harder, deeper and deeper. Her beautiful face was turned to one side on the couch cushion and he could see her teeth bared back in ecstatic delight. Her long blonde hair flowed out over the edge of the couch and whirled in the air as he thrust into her with extra hard force, wanting to hear her plead for mercy now. His dark eyes bulged wider as he gaped down at the brown ring of anal flesh drawing back with his every backstroke and then swallowing in again as he thrust forward into her with the savage in-and-out rhythm he had started.
On the floor, Lee lowered his wet lips and gently kissed his daughter's full proud breasts, sucking one pink nipple at a time into his warm mouth to lovingly tongue and nibble at them. Her naked body was writhing under him and she groaned incessantly up into the air. Low hums of ecstatic bliss rose in torrents from her chest, her beautiful face working with passion as she felt her father's thick wet cock sawing up into the depths of her belly. Suddenly, her hungry sucking cunt screwed itself up tighter against his male, hair-covered pelvis and he had to clench his teeth tightly shut in an effort to hold back his cumming.
Lee and Jackie fucked on and on. The two Westingway women felt the hard fleshy shafts pummeling into them throb harder up into the soft wet interiors of their naked bellies and they crooned together in a shameless harmony of erotic rapture as they drove their openly hungering loins backwards and forwards to gain every bit of animal pleasure that they possibly could.
"Yes, yes, Jackie, my darling, fuck my ass like that," April crooned through her tightly clenched lips as the handsome boy drove into her lust-drenched rectum as deeply as he could, flexing and searching with his thick cock-tip.
April could feel her virile son's hugeness growing inside her cock-expanded rectum and she knew what was coming. She knew he was going to shoot his hot, lewd sperm deep inside her helpless body. Her own climax was at the verge of erupting into a tidal wave of electric sensation and the rubbery walls of her ass hole held him vice-like.
"Yes, yes, keep fucking it, darling! I'm cumming, I'm cummmiiingg noowwww!" the blonde beauty shrieked out loud as her trapped body tensed and spilled its orgasmic earthquake of sensation. Behind her, there was a muffled gurgle and she felt Jackie's long throbbing cock burst like a dam as he shot his hot sticky cum up into her contracting belly, its liquid warmth overflowing around his still jerking penis and forcing its way out of the tight nether ring of her anus. Now, now she was complete. She had allowed her basic instincts to rule over her reason and she suddenly knew that everything would be all right now. If she was a whore now, then fine. At least she was a real woman again and more important, she was no longer a stranger to her own flesh and blood, her son.
Lee had heard his pretty blonde wife's ecstatic moans of orgasm and knew that his own climax was not far away. His daughter's writhing young body was like fire beneath him, her head tossing crazily from side to side on the thick carpet, her ripe mouth open wide in abandonment and anticipation of the supreme moment approaching its crest in her voluptuous young body. Her small hands came down to clutch at Lee's tensing buttocks as he thrust into her resoundingly, his sweat-soaked flesh smacking hard against hers.
Then it happened.
The ravishing teen-aged redhead's sex-fogged mind blanked out completely as she twisted and jerked out her tingling orgasm. Her naked body was like something possessed, an inhuman thing as she spread her long legs wide apart and then pulled them back up involuntarily against her frantically writhing shoulders. She swung her golden thighs up and clasped Lee's waist in a scissors-grip with her shapely calves, winding herself wantonly around his still humping body as she spiraled her quivering wet cunt hotly down on the older man's convulsing, wildly expanding cock.
"Oh, Daddy ... it's happening! Fuck me hard! Oh God, fuck my cunt, Daddy darling! Ooooooooh, fuck me, I'm cummmmmminnnng!" Brooke whimpered breathlessly as he thrust into her, his savagely throbbing penis searing up through her tightly constricting passage. Her slender suntanned arms twined tightly around his neck, dragging his face down to her soft nibbling lips as her entire body arched up convulsively from the carpeted floor. Her satin-smooth buttocks and thighs began to quiver insanely against his hammering loins, the soft wet walls of her pussy rippling gently around his still hard-driving cock as her hot orgasmic juices began to flow out around his implanted thickness and down onto the softness of his heavy swaying testicles.
Her impassioned words were like a devil's fork, shooting sharp electrical shocks through his heated loins and he screwed up into her soft belly like a human pile-driver, crashing against her young, tender cervix with his straining piston of male flesh. Lee could feel his tingling length begin to swell almost painfully inside his own daughter's steaming passage and his breath rasped from his open lips as his hands clasped at her smooth upturned buttocks, mindlessly kneading and squeezing the yielding satiny flesh. He felt the boiling pressure of his climax building in his loins as he ground down into her writhing warmth, gasping and moaning as he felt the white hot sperm begin to rush up through his wildly-expanding hardness buried deep in Brooke's flowering vagina. Suddenly, with a long sobbing groan that echoed throughout the living room, he exploded into her, shooting his hot sticky charge up into the receptive channel in a seemingly endless series of spurts.
For a long time, there was no sound in the house but the muffled explosions of the breakers crashing on the beach below and the ragged breathing of the exhausted family that lay sprawled obscenely on the floor and the couch of the luxuriously furnished living room. Long moments later, they finally began to stir, experimentally moving their trembling naked limbs and bodies from the postures of satiation to draw closer together. Brooke and Lee gained their feet to climb shakily onto the long, overstuffed couch with April and Jackie and four pairs of shinning eyes seemed to share a wonderful new secret.
Finally, it was April who spoke first as she brushed a strand of honey-colored hair from her lips. "My God, I suppose that was all wrong," she said aloud in a voice still weak from the passion that had shaken her magnificently formed body only a few moments before. A little cloud of tension seemed to settle on them with her words but then suddenly she laughed gently and shot a knowing glance at her husband who was sitting beside her. "But who's to say? Anyway, I know for sure that my babies are grown up now and maybe, finally, I am too...." Lee chuckled at her words and said, "As a matter-of-fact, Jackie and I were saying that we'd both noticed that you've been in pretty good shape for some time now. It just seemed a damned shame to keep you to myself, especially when Jackie was willing to share his lovely sister with me."
For a split second, April's startled blue eyes met Brooke's slightly guilty gaze, then both women shrugged and grinned. Brooke felt an infinite sense of relief that she could finally talk to her mother about her love for Jackie and April ... April felt as though the burden of fear she had carried with her for sixteen years had finally been swept away. She felt no regret to see it go.
"Hey, just wait a minute now!" Brooke suddenly erupted, jumping up from the couch to stand in front of them all, her hands on her hips as she glared at the two men in mock indignation. "Does that mean you two planned this whole thing without telling us about it? Is that what you two were talking about up in the" study today?"
"Oh hell, sit down, girl," Lee grumbled, his deep tone barely covering the laughter that was bubbling up in his throat. "My son and I were merely having a man-to-man talk about how we were going to handle the two nymphomaniacs we have living with us. Personally, I think we handled them pretty well!"
"I'd say so," Jackie agreed with a grin at the older man. "They seem to be pretty worn out."
"Oh, I don't know about that," April said archly as Brooke dissolved into giggles at the far end of the couch. "A nympho never makes up her mind this quickly ... Why don't we have a drink and try it again?"
EPILOGUE The hot west wind slowed and became a balmy breeze that lightly lifted the golden and auburn hair of the two Westingway women as they stood side by side on the dark sundeck outside the living room. Their delicate, fine-boned faces, so similar in their beauty, were lifted proudly up at the two men who were standing nearby against the railing. In the distance, the sea tossed its silvery waves ashore, drawing them back again with the force of a huge cosmic engine.
Jackie and Lee were still slightly damp but wholly refreshed by the playful family shower they had taken together after the exciting session in the living room. After the two women had stepped out of the spacious shower stall and dried themselves, they had decided to douse Jackie and Lee with glasses of cold water they had drawn from the sink. Shocked by the icy drenching they had received, the father and son had dashed out, shivering and naked, to chase the two female pranksters into the living room. There, there had been a noisy and exhausting pillow fight that left all of them breathless and begging for mercy.
They were silent now, each of them lost in his or her private thoughts, until finally Brooke broke the silence.
"Everything is so beautiful ... the sea and the stars are so mysterious," Brooke sighed. "But I'm so happy now, I don't think there's anything out there I want." Lee stepped back from the railing and turned to kiss his beautiful daughter tenderly on her soft red lips. "Take it from me, sweetheart, there's nothing out there that's any better than right here, where you are."
"Yes, I guess you're right," April chimed in with a warm smile. "As a matter-of-fact, there's nothing better anywhere than people who love each other."
They lingered there on the sundeck, their faces bathed in the soft light of the stars, for a long time. They talked about how they might all stay at Willow Run next summer, close to the ocean and each other. A single lone gull cried out in the dark silence of the night, seeming to punctuate their thoughts.
