When Merle pulled up to the curb, Mona reached for the door before he had turned the engine off. Someone, had left her porch light on and the glow through the evergreens by the walk seemed to make her all the more eager to end the date.
"Hey, you're going to invite me in, aren't you?" Merle said, taking her wrist.
"Merle darling, it's been a wonderful night." She leaned over to kiss him on the mouth. His lips were hungry, eager. She let him nibble on her neck for a few moments and then pushed herself away. They looked at each other intently in the dim light.
"Baby
"I'd love to. You know I would." Her voice trembled. When Merle wanted her, she always got like that. It was at such times when she sensed what a man really was. A powerful, carnal animal with a great hard thing that pew from between his legs. This image always excited her tremendously.
"If you'd love to, well, why don't we..."
"Merle. I told you why we couldn't tonight."
"Your brother. I know." He let out a breath and leaned back in the seat. The clock on the dash ticked. Merle leaned towards her again. "Look Mona, the kid is twenty-one, isn't he? He knows a woman with your looks and intelligence is going to have a life of her own. You're not expected to be a saint."
"I'd feel funny about just bringing you in to my bed. Sheri has accepted you, she understands how it is. But I haven't seen Robby for years."
Merle slapped the steering wheel. "For Christ's sake, Mona, he's not your ex-husband or your son or anything. He's just your brother. Do you think he'd really care if you went to bed with me tonight?"
Mona pursed her lips. "Maybe it's not him. Maybe it's me; I'm just too discreet. I guess that's the only word to use."
"Discreet, or ashamed to be dating me."
"I didn't say that." Mona felt herself growing brittle.
"Maybe you're ashamed because we go to bed and make it. You're shamed to enjoy yourself."
"Mona, you're putting words in my mouth..." He smiled at her then. Mona felt the tension break.
"Honey, that's not the only thing I'd like to put in your mouth."
"Ohh Merle, honey. . . let's not fight." She hugged him. Yet the excitement was gone now. She wanted to end the date and get inside. Merle felt her tugging back towards the door.
"Mona, you're thirty-six years old. You have the right to take what you want from life. Brother or no brother..."
"Robby is so young. .. he might not understand."
"Twenty-one isn't that young. He's getting his share, don't you worry."
"You make it mound so..."
"Sexy," Merle growled and laughed. He worked a hand under her blouse. Mona looked wistfully at the porch light. She wanted to be up by it unlocking the door. Why? Was she really worried about what her younger brother might think of her? A cloud of confusing thoughts nomad to veil her mind. Merle was loosening her bra now. His fingers gingerly pinched the large brown nipple and, as it filled with blood, Mona sucked a sharp breath.
"Nooo!" She caught his wrist hard. Merle slumped back in his seat. She could tell he was mad. "Merle. .. I..." She saw the bulging swell at the crotch of his pants. There would be only one way to get rid of him without hurting his feelings further. She found his fly and unzipped it quickly.
"Mona, baby...!"
"Do you have something I can use? Something gooey?" Merle's disappointment was obvious when he understood what she meant. He'd been trying to talk her into giving him head for two months. Mona couldn't bring herself to do it. She had a knot in her thinking when it came to that. The thought made her gag. A man's cock! In her mouth! Not that she thought a man's cock was ugly or nasty. But there were some things a woman just didn't put in her mouth. Mona couldn't understand why pictures of couples doing that very thing turned her on something awful. It was a contradiction she chose to ignore and she chose to ignore it now.
"Mona, I sure would did it if you'd..."
"No." She reached for the door handle again. "Do you have anything gooey or not?" She was irritated with him now. She wanted to get it over with and get inside. Robby might have noticed the car pulling up. He was probably wondering what they were doing out here.
"There's some hand lotion in the glove compartment," Merle said. "You left it last time, remember?"
Mona remembered. They'd come out of Merle's restaurant after dinner and drinks and he'd wanted to play. Mona didn't like carrying on in public, not even in the deep, dark back seat of Merle's Cadillac. So she'd agreed to give him a hand job.
She got the lotion out and squeezed a huge glop of it into her palm. She didn't care whether she got it on his clothes or not. To hell with him. All he wanted to do was jet his come all over the place. Her fascination with his maleness had quickly ebbed. Instead of her usual fascination for that hard, thick cock, she felt disgust. Merle had opened the front of his pants completely to give her room and to could see it.
As her fingers smoothed the white cream down over the hot and tumid head of Merle's cock, Mona felt her disgust weaken like smoke in the wind, it dissolved. Now she concentrated on the shape of his prick. The way the head bulged out like a mushroom. The way her palm and fingers slid easily over the veined, bumpy surface. The swollen tube along the bottom swelled as she began to jack him. And the lotion made a crackling, slick sound. Rhythmic. Sexy. Mona's panty crotch went suddenly damp. She closed her eyes and fought to control her breathing.
"That's it,... Jesus. . . ohh wow!"
"Slow?" she asked, knowing he liked it slow, but wanting to hear him speak. His words of passion were so... so hungry sounding. She thought of the old movie where the man turned into a wolf. Merle sounded a little like a wolf now. His face was twisted in the agonized pleasure she'd seen so often. When his cock was inside her, he looked the same way. She thought of the feel of that long, hard thing penetrating her deeply and then being pulled slowly out. Her closed hand worked steadily as the lotion dribbled down her wrist, into Merle's pubic hair. His tight curls were as dark as the hair on his head. Merle. It meant blackbird, she thought. They made a nice couple, since her own hair was very dark too. Merle twisted his hips, flicking upwards from the car seat as the subtle, sliding friction began to get to him. Mona lightened her touch and went slower. She felt the power of holding a man's passion in the palm of her hand. The power excited her. She squirmed her hips on the seat and felt the damp lips of her pussy part slightly as the nylon slipped up.
"Mona ... Ohhh... you got me, baby, you got me!"
In the dim light from the dash, Mona saw the head of Merle's cock. It looked dark, angry. The tiny slit at the top throbbed open slightly and she stopped her up-and-down movement to study him. Very gently she squeezed with her nails. She milked him, pressing with the finger closest to his balls, then pressing in each of her other fingers in order until she squeezed just under that flared crown. The nail of her index finger went into the spongy flesh. Merle's cry was choked off as he twisted violently in the seat.
That we when Mona saw a tiny droplet of milky fluid appear. The droplet was like a fortune teller's crystal. Inside it a swirl of thicker cream swirled. Merle's prick pounded against her squeezed fingers. And then a white string leaped into the air.
"Do it .. . god damn Mona . . . do it!" Mona massaged her lotion-drenched finger along the convulsing meat. More hot jizz flooded out, some jetting, some just frothing out in glops that leaked down her wrist to join the hand cream.
"Uhnnnnn . . ."
"Feel good, honey?"
"Mona.. . babydoll . . ohhh fuck . ." The hot sap was really flooding out now. Mona worked him gently, steadily, watching the way his cock jerked with a power all its own. Merle's balls hung loose and heavy in their sac. She thought of the billions of babies they would make. The danger of one of those tiny sperm getting loose in her pussy, swimming up into her womb made more juice soak the nylon crotch of her panties. But then she thought of Robby inside the house wondering where she was, what she was doing. She wiped her hand on the tail of Merle's shirt and reached for the door handle.
"I really have to go, darling," she said, patting his knee. He looked really messed up. His big cock was still hard. It leaned to one side a little, one last dribble of cum making a line down the shaft. His cockhair sparkled with shiny droplets.
"Mona..." But she was out of the car, hurrying up the walk. She got her key in finally and closed the door behind her. After a few moments she heard Merle start up and pull away. Then she flicked off the porch light and walked quietly to the front room. The room was empty. She felt let down, almost disappointed. Then the pecking of a typewriter came to her.
Robby would be in his room working on his studies, of course. She'd been silly to think he had time to hang around waiting for her to come home. Mona went upstairs to her daughter's room. Sheri had fallen asleep with the bed light on. Half her covers were kicked off the bed, the other half were tangled around one willowy leg. They grew up fast enough as it was, she thought, watching her daughter's face change as she dreamed. The dream made Sheri moan under her breath. She was on her belly, legs spread. When Mona saw Sheri pump her pert bottom up and down she didn't think anything about it. But the young girl didn't stop doing it. Her ass began to move rhythmically, began to grind down harder as she pressed her pajama-covered mound against the mattress.
Mona turned and quickly left the room. It was natural, after all. Everybody had dreams. Even sex dreams. The change happened, that was all there was to it. Yet she felt uneasy after having watched something so instinctive, so basic as her daughter's hunger of the night.
She hurried to her own room and stripped her clothes and got into the shower. She felt slightly soiled after having given Merle that hand job. When she'd showered and dried and slipped into a silky nightgown, she still felt too tense to go to bed. She found herself padding down the hall again, heading for her brother's room. The typewriter was still now but a light still came from under the door. She paused there, thinking of how nice it was that Robby had come to stay for a while. He'd been going to school upstate, studying geology. Then a favorite teacher had moved down to Harrisburg to teach and Robby had transferred, too. The geology department was much better here, Mona remembered him saying. It was she who had suggested that he take the empty room. He was fixing up the place in his spare time to pay Mona back for her hospitality. Though she hadn't asked for any recompense, she was glad Bobby was so handy with tools. Without a man around, the place had gotten a little shabby at the edges.
Mona put her hand on the doorknob, then took it back again. Sometimes it was hard to forget that they'd been brother and sister in another life, another house. Now it wouldn't be proper to burst right in without knocking first. She knocked.
"Want some coffee?" she called.
"Mona? That you? Come on in."
Mona breezed into the room. She couldn't understand the lightness she felt, the tingle as her gown moved across her breasts. Robby was leaning back in his chair. He put down his book and pushed fingers through his thick, curly hair. His hair was brown, lighter in shade than hers. But he had her straight, graceful nose and full lips. Kissin' lips is what Robby had called hers. A flashing image of his lips on hers flicked through her thoughts. After an instant of shock, Mona regained her composure. Where had that little piece of erotica come from anyhow?
"Something wrong, sis?"
"Oh no. . . nothing. I just thought if you wanted coffee I..."
"Actually I'd rather have a beer. Coffee keeps me awake." He put the cover on his typewriter and stood up.
They went down the stain together, Robby slightly behind. Mona had the strangest feeling that he was trying to see through her gown. On the last step, he brushed against her. His arm pushed against the large softness of her breast. Mona pretended to ignore it, but her thoughts were troubling. It had been an accident, hadn't it? She felt odd. Maybe because she hadn't seen Robby during those first years of college. And he had changed so much since the days when she was eighteen and babysitting him. He'd been five then. Mona had been his regular sitter right up until his tenth birthday.
"Hey Mona, you okay?"
"Of course I'm okay. Let's have that beer."
Mona poured for both of them and thrown the empty bottles into the trash. She rarely drank anything alcoholic before going to bed but the occasion seemed to warrant it. She enjoyed her brother's company. They'd been friends while growing up. Not just because they shared the same parents either. They'd liked each other, gone to bat for each other in a pinch.
They drank the beer.
"You got any girlfriends?" Mona asked, feeling silly the minute the words were out of her mouth.
"Not at the moment," Robby smiled back.
"Seems like I don't have the time or the money. He smiled at her. Mona thought he looked suddenly younger. Like a kid again. Robby drank some beer. The kitchen seemed to be charged with some kind of excitement. Mona kept telling herself to relax. It was only her brother sitting there. And she was thirty-six . . . too old to let just one beer make her giddy.
"I don't think I really wanted this," she said, putting own her bottle. "Guess I'll go up to bed."
Mona was halfway through the darkened living room when Robby caught her from behind. His hands went around her waist, but it was a brotherly hug, nothing more.
"I just wanted to thank you for letting me move in for while," he said, kissing her cheek. "My studies can a lot to me right now. What I mean is.. .I'm gonna pay you back some"
"Rob you know I don't want anything! It's nice to have you here." Mona could hardly get her breath. She let her hands touch her brother's waist. He was slender, so strong. Her skin burned with an unexplained thrill. She hugged him close to her, felt her large breasts giving softly as their bodies pressed together. The lips of her pussy were feverish, damp. What was happening? What was going on.
"Ohhhh. ." She separated from him. "I've got to go to bed ... I'm bushed." For a moment their eyes met but it was too dark for her to see Robby's expression. Mona hurried through the house and up the stairs. She closed her bedroom door behind her and leaned against it, panting.
"My brother. My very own brother... !" She let a hand fall to her side and lifted up her gown. As she dragged a finger across the puffy, warm lips between her thighs the tingle burst through her like a field of ripe flowers. She closed her eyes and moaned softly. And before she realized, she was crying quietly as her finger searched her slippery crevice.
"What's happening to me? What in god's name is happening?" But she couldn't get Robby's face out of her thoughts. She tried to think of Merle. She tried to imagine his cock sliding in and out of her body. But her brother's body seemed to take over her mind. His hairless chest, tan from summer play, his flat tummy. Soft but firm. His fingers knew how nice it was to touch.
"Noooo! It's wrong!" She fell on her back on her bed. Both hands clawed her cunt lips open. The velvety petals inside smacked as she dug at them. Then her clit was throbbing hungrily against her touch as she bucked her back and dug her heels into the bed and grunted like a wild mare.
As she came, the full fury of her imaginings spilled through her. Robby was on his knees between her legs. His young and slender cock was glossy with her juices as he penetrated her soft insides again and again and again.
"It's just a screwy daydream," she gasped, flinging her head as if she might dislodge the intruding reverie. But the thought was too ravenously wonderful to get rid of now that she was convulsing with pleasure. She grabbed a pillow and hugged it against her belly as she plunged her ass in vicious circles.
"Robby...! Ohhhh Robby, ohhhh do it to me hard!"
And then she imagined Robby's cock jetting white cream into her belly. It didn't make a bit of sense. She hadn't seen Robby's prick since he was eight years old,
Chapter Two
It was Friday afternoon and Sheri was thanking god that the week was over. She couldn't stand school so far this year. Her social studios teacher was a bore. The history class ground along like a centipede in reverse with no place to go. And the boys didn't interest her much this year as they had the year before. They seemed such.
children.
Sheri undressed and hung her clothes over the back of a chair. She reached for her jeans, then paused. After sitting around in classes all day, she felt she needed a little lift. A change of habit, a charge. Her eyes brightened and she smirked at herself in the full-length mirror on her closet door.
"Why not?" Her reflection arced. She skinned her yellow panties down and off. The feel of her well-worn jeans sliding up over her thighs and bare bottom made her suck in a quick breath.
"Wow! That's nice!" And nobody knew but her. She giggled, buttoned up the fly and searched in her drawer for a top. She settled for a silk cowboy shirt. Red with pearl buttons. She whirled before the mirror, bare feet tickling from the rug.
"If only I could wear clothes like this to school!" She wiggled her toes into a squeaky pair of Mexican hauarches and picked up a hair brush. The silk shirt rubbed her tiny pink nipples as she pulled the bristles through her hair. After a few strokes, it tumbled blondely over the fronts of her shoulders.
"Christ, am I ever a living doll," she said, puckering. Then she giggled, caressed her ass with both hands and rummaged in her desk for the corn-cob pipe she kept hidden there. She kept the grass in an old medicine bottle that she poked into the big stuffed tiger on her bed. After filling the bowl with green flakes, she wedged her stash back into the tear in the brightly grinning toy and found a match.
Like always, Sheri's first toke made her cunt tingle like wildfire. The second lungful of smoke brought dampness to the sparse blonde curls that edged each lip. She pulled more smoke from the pipe, holding it inside her for as long as possible. She let out her sixth toke with a burst of giggles and fell backwards on the bed. She stared at the ceiling for a long time, the pipe gone cold in her hand.
"Wow. Ohhhh wow." She was stoned. Good and stoned. She got up and put the pipe back in its corner in her drawer. Then she examined her eyes in the big mirror.
"Sheri Hawkins, you're blasted, gone, ripped." More giggles bubbled up from her throat. A silky feeling rushed over her skin. She felt very, very sexy. She was very, very sexy. Sheri giggled like crazy and rubbed her body up against the mirror. The hot points of her breasts thrilled from the cold glass. She touched her cowboy shirt, liking the way it hugged her slender form. If only her tits stood out more! She wobbled back to the center of the room. Then she opened the door and went out.
Sheri went to the front room and turned on the television, turned it off again. She felt at loose ends. But she was enjoying the humming pleasure that coursed through her body, she was enjoying the high. Languorously, she walked upstairs again. At Robby's door she heard the familiar peck peck of his typewriter.
Robby was nice, she thought, leaning there in the hallway. It was funny having an uncle that young. Well, not too young. He was twenty, almost twenty-one. Maybe it was weirder that Mona was his sister. Sheri did some quick math in her head. She had been born when Mona was just about Robby's age. And her father... Why wouldn't Mona ever let her see a picture of her father? Mona swore she didn't have any. She hadn't even consented to letting Sheri know his first name. Something Hawkins. It seemed a drag not to know anything about your old man. But since her mother's hair was so dark, Sheri figured that her father had been blond. Like she was.
She had her ear against Robby's door now, listening to the typewriter. What a weird thing to be doing on a Friday afternoon. Typing on a damned old typewriter. She giggled again and a flood of laughing caught her. She tried to smother it but it was like stopping the wind. The typewriter stopped pecking. Sheri stepped back from the door just as it opened.
"I thought I heard something," Robby said, looking at her over the tops of his glasses. He pulled them off and wiped each lens carefully on his shirt tail.
"I'm sorry. I was just walking by and got the giggles, I guess." She tried to look around him into the room. She wanted company.
"Come on in if you want," Robby said, walking back to the typewriter. Sheri circled the room, looking touching. There was a chess board with carved figures all set in place. The king and queen were almost six inches tall. She picked one up and studied it.
"I thought maybe you forgot that it's Friday," she said, not looking at him.
"Got a lot to do yet." He finished wiping his glasses and put them on. She carried the chess piece with her and circled the room again, dower this time. The grass was doing all kinds of silly things to her head. She felt wonderful. And though she didn't know for sure, she thought Robby was watching her move. She let her hips sway more than she had to. They weren't very wide yet and that made them seem curvier. How naughty, she thought, scolding herself for teasing her very own uncle. The naughtiness thrilled her. What was the harm in a little good natured teasing?
"I can play chess," she said, looking at him suddenly. His eyes had been on her ass and she felt the immediate surge of heat. Her ears burned, her cunt dampened more. She felt... felt like she wanted to make out a little. Not with Robby, of course, since he was family, but... She studied him. He looked uncomfortable. Was there anything wrong with kissing between an uncle and a niece? Probably.
"I don't really have time to play chess right now."
"What about tonight?"
"Uhhh.. . sure. Okay." Robby shrugged. Sheri tried her best smile at him. Robby, blushed. He sure didn't act like an uncle. But he sure was good-looking. She went up until her breasts were maybe half an inch from his t-shirt, and looked up into his face. God was she ever wiped out and god did it feel good!
"You sure are tall," she said. Robby took off his glasses again. He looked like he was trying to hold his breath. Then his fingers touched the tops of her shoulders and he gripped her arm slowly. Sheri stopped grinning. Her throat was dry. The tips of her breasts touched Rob, for a split second and he let her go and turned away.
"You'd better go ahead. I've got to get back to work."
Sheri almost ran to her room. She slammed the door behind her and stripped off her clothes. The jar of cold cream was a little dusty but she got the lid open somehow and scooped with three fingers. She lay on her back on the bed and spread the lovely, gooey stuff thoroughly between the swollen lips of her pussy. It smacked around her knuckles as she worked it in.
"Ohhhhh...Ohhhh Uncle Rob...Ohhhh god...I want you to...fuck me!" It was true. Her little game had gotten serious all of a sudden. The touch of his hands on her had set off sparks and storms she hadn't guessed about before. Up and down she smoothed the cold cream. It wasn't so thick now as the heat of her body rose. She dug her finger gingerly over the stretched membrane that protected her depths. She'd often wondered what it was like to get fucked and now just touching that place made her babble with anticipation. She had to get fucked! Suddenly she knew she wanted that more than anything else in her life. She was getting older every day . . . to think what she was missing! Annie Faber had told her that fucking was about the nicest thing in the world. Annie had been going to bed with Billy Baker since she was twelve. Billy used a basic to keep from getting them in a fuck. And listening to the way Annie described things had always made Sheri hotter than a firecracker. She'd wondered when it might happen to her. And now there was Robby. Even if he was her uncle. She loved him! She wanted him. Sheri closed her eyes and felt the sweet sorrow of a dozen true confession stories she'd read. He had to love her too! He had to!
"Nhhuuuuuhhh!" she sighed, working her clit until it felt tumid and hot to her touch. Her slender body bucked on the bed as she plunged against the tickling, gouging rubbing. Her soles burned! Her breasts stood up straight on her chest as the throbbing pleasure erupted through her unset
"Ohhhh Robby.. make love to me darling," she gasped. "Make me yours!"
It was after nine o'clock when she tapped on Robby's door again. She had on exactly what she'd worn that afternoon while visiting him, except for one important difference. Three droplets of musk perfume she'd found on Mona's dresser. Two drops had been used up on her ears. Sheri had placed the third with a giggle and a hot rush of excitement. Holding her soft cunt lips apart, she'd placed it on the very tip of her clit. The pink nubbin swelled as the musk trickled down and Sheri had quickly sealed the magic inside her by pressing her labia together and holding them that way while she chanted a little spell. Then she'd jammed her corn-cob pipe into a pocket and tip-toed to Robby's room.
"Sure, you can come in," he said, opening the door wide and leaving it that way. Sheri almost closed it herself but didn't. She sat on the edge of the bed, hands on her knees. She ached for Robby to kiss her. To do what he'd almost done that afternoon. But he was setting up the chessboard instead, moving chain around.
"Chess isn't very exciting," she said, "unless there's something at stake."
"There's always something at stake. You win or lose."
"I mean something... something tangible." She smiled. She found it that afternoon in the dictionary and practiced until she was sure it would come out right. Robby finished putting the pieces in place. Sheri set her corn-cob pipe on the table and grinned.
"I didn't think you did any grass," Bobby admitted. He took a deep breath and put the pipe in his mouth. In a second it was going and he passed it over. They smoked slowly, holding the stuff inside. Sheri was ready and felt her high coming on quick.
"Better shut the door," she said. "In case mom's in early and smells it."
"Yeah." Robby's eyes looked dreamy. She hadn't told him that it was really strong grass. Colombian supposedly. She turned the lock on the door and went back to stand behind Robby. It was the only place she could get up the nerve to ask what she wanted to ask.
"Robby, would you kiss me?"
For a long moment he didn't say anything. Then he put down the pipe and stood up. He nabbed his hands on the fronts of his thighs before he turned around.
"Sheri.. . I don't know about this. What I mean is. . ."
"Would you?" She blinked her blue eyes and looked up pleadingly. Her small hands flashed out to hold Bobby's waist. She hadn't planned it like this at all. She'd been going to do it in a more sophisticated way. But the fifth toke of grass had made her forget all that. The lips of her pussy felt like they were connected to a live wire.
Slowly, Rob pulled her into his arms. The kiss was soft, shy. She moaned and closed her eyes and wallowed her mouth up against him. When the tip of his tongue flicked her lips, she opened them wide and dug her nails into his back. Robby pushed her back.
"Hey. . . let's slow down here before I lose my head."
"I want you to lose your head."
"Sheri, let me inform you of a few facts in case you've forgotten." Robby swallowed. "I'm a house guest."
"Robby. . . Ohhh do it again! Please do it again!" She let her palms slide down over his bottom. It was terribly daring, but she knew she had to catch his interest now. Before it was too late.
"Sheri...god...you smell so...so..." He kissed her again. Their lips squirmed together. Spit leaked from the corner of her mouth and Sheri panted through her flared nostrils. It was fantastic. She couldn't keep her hips still. Gently she ground her pelvis against Robby. The hardness in his pants was easy to feel, She wondered if she dared touch it.
Annie Faber touched cocks when she felt like it. She'd told Sheri how hot and hard they were! Surely it would be alright, especially since Robby had his pants on still.
"I think you'd better get the hell out of here," he gasped as her fingers closed on the long lump that pushed out the front of his jeans.
"I want to hug," Sheri whined, "on the bed." "Damnit Sheri.."
"Please Robby. Just for a little while."
With a shuddering groan, Robby pushed her back on the bed and half covered her with his own body. They sighed and kissed and squirmed and rubbed against each other until Sheri felt her pants slip up between her cuntlips. She couldn't believe the delicious pleasure that seemed to flood through every nerve of her body. When Robby rolled over her and began to pump his hips, she felt the swell of his prick rub up and down her mound. She tilted her ass so that more of her inner lining would come into contact with the drenched crotch of her blue jeans.
"Ohhhh," she gasped as Robby kissed her neck, then yanked open the first three snaps of her skirt and kissed there too. The next snap came loose by itself and her right breast poked nakedly against Robby's cheek. He seemed surprised and for a moment Sheri was afraid he was going to get up from her. But with a moan of desperation, he sucked the plump swell between his lips. Sheri came unglued.
Her back arched sharply up from the bed as the unbelievable friction of a sucking tongue stroked her nipple. It was so sensitive! So tender!
"Ohhh Bobby ... Ohhh god ... Ohhh shit!" She clung to the back of his head with both hands, pulling him down harder against the throbbing plumpness. Spit leaked down the side of her body as Robby devoured the white flesh and pink nipple. Sheri thought she might faint from pleasure. Nobody had ever touched that part of her body in that way. It was like she'd grown up and had a baby and the baby was turning her inside out!
"Sheri ... Ohhh god, you're so pretty," Robby moaned, his body shaking against hers. He didn't sound the same. There was a huskiness to his voice, an urgency. It was a little scary and very exciting. Sheri felt her jeans pop open from the wildness of their movements. She pumped her trim ass to slide out of her clothes. There was a powerful urge to have skin against skin. Sheri couldn't resist.
"Robby let me help you!" She pulled his fly open and started peeling his jeans down over his ass. Robby jerked back.
"God, we can't do this. Sheri . . . Sheri, stop!" "We don't have to do anything. . . bad," she panted against his ear. "I just want to feel you... touching me." And she did so want that. She could hardly wait to know what it was like to have male nakedness so close. She hooked her thumb over the elastic of his shorts and yanked them down with his jeans. Robby shook his had but lot her. She could tell that he was every bit as excited as she was. He panted and trembled like a lost dog. When his shorts wore inched down low enough, Robby's cock bobbed up and slapped his belly. Sheri couldn't help but reach down between their bodies and touch the hot thing.
"Ohhhh Robby. .. Ohhh you're big!" And his largeness did surprise her. Though she didn't really have anything to go by when it came to measurement, Sheri thought she'd read enough sex manuals to know the average size of the erect male penis. Robby's seemed inches larger.
"Sheri ... God..." He fell down upon her again, thrusting his dry cock against her belly. The softness of her flesh gave and Sheri writhed crazily, her heart pounding, her breath bursting in gasps from her lungs.
With her toes she caught at Robby's jeans and forced them down his legs while he pumped his meat against her body. He let her slide them off over his feet and then they were both naked.. from the waist down, anyway.
"Kiss my other tit! Oh please kiss it, Robby!" She jerked her shirt the rest of the way open and thrust her chest upwards towards his lips. One nipple quivered an inch from him. She watched him look at the way it jutted from the soft pink circle. He closed his eyes in resignation. Then his mouth opened wide and he sucked the swell noisily between his teeth.
"Woooooooo," she cooed as his tongue dug and flicked the dainty nubbin. She tossed under him like a snake. Her ankles hooked over the backs of his legs, then unhooked again. She couldn't keep still. And the hard push of his cock against her abdomen was thrilling. It was so close to the way it would be when they fucked.
Sheri laughed inside. She was already thinking of that, thinking of fucking Robby! She wanted to right now. The knowledge that it was wrong, that they were kin, only made her want him more. But what about basics? The fact that she might get pregnant.
Another hot thrill made her cry out. Even that made it better! She almost wanted to take the chance. To open herself completely to Robby, to give and give and give until she could take his cum deep inside her body.
"Do you want me?" she whispered, kissing his earlobe, the side of his cheek.
"God yes!"
"Take me!"
"Sheri . . . you're crazy as hell." Robby started to push himself up from her. Sheri grabbed frantically, pulled his mouth back down to touch her breast.
"Nobody would know!" she babbled. "Just us!" "Sheri . . . damn it. I'm your uncle, for christ sake.
"Put your cock inside my body," Sheri breathed, feeling giddy with excitement. "Ohhhh. I want you to! I'm dying for you to'"
He looked at her seriously. "How have you kept from getting pregnant up to now?" Sheri almost got mad. But she quieted the momentary rage inside her.
"For your information, I haven't had to be careful. I haven't done it with anybody before."
"Ohh Jesus!" Robby kissed her, kissed her neck. "I'm sorry if it sounded like I thought.. .I didn't . ..I mean. . ."
"Oh, be quiet and kiss we!"
Robby kissed her. Their lips brushed, parted, brushed again. Their tongues lashed softly, wetly together. They teased each other lightly like that until at last Sheri could stand it no longer. She thrust her open mouth against his so hard that his tooth cut her lips. She sucked her blood along with Robby's spit, pumping her slim body up and down against his loins. After a while Robby looked into her eyes.
"Sheri.. .I'm not crazy enough to mess things up by making love to you."
Sheri pouted. But again she fought the impulse to get testy. She had to be cool, or try to anyhow.
"Just hold me then," she gasped, running her fingers down his back. Gently, inch by inch, she worked her hand between their bodies again. She wanted to feel the shape of that organ. She wanted to see what it was all about. Robby rolled onto his side, still kissing the side of her neck and her shoulder.
"You don't mind if I look at you?" she asked. Robby shook his head that he didn't. Sheri scooted down on the bed and propped herself on an elbow. In her hand, the white hard cock throbbed. It was slender and smooth until it got up to the head. Then the whole thing flared out like a dark mushroom. She poked a fingernail into the crown and Robby jerked slightly. It was spongy, but firm. Sheri couldn't help but think what it would be like sliding in and out of her cunt. And yet she had no idea what anything would feel like inside her. Her slick, hot tube was as much a mystery to her as exactly what went on when a boy got his rocks.
The books explained all that. But in words and style that didn't seem to translate into images she might understand. Sheri caressed the shaft gently and watched the crown bulge. Then she held the loose skin a little tighter and jacked up and down a few times. The results were surprisingly dramatic. Not only did Robby moan and pump his hips, but the head of his cock grew in size until Sheri could almost hide a finger behind the flared part. That hot, dark, fleshy barb looked like it was made to penetrate a girl's body and then lodge there. A shivery thrill made her tremble. Sheri knew why it was made to lodge, to stick inside a girl. So it would stay until the hot jizz filled her womb. Babies. Lots of babies. She closed her eyes and moved Robby's cockskin rhythmically.
"Sheri...baby...don't...don't do that anymore...!"
"Why Robby?" He looked in agony, Sheri thought. He was writhing on his back on the bed as she worked his cock with a steady movement of her duped fingers. She felt very, very hot. She tingled all over and the nipples on her chest seemed to be giving off an electrical charge. She brushed her free hand across them and moaned with pleasure. A sudden urge to kiss him, kiss Robby, made her low her head. She put her lips against his muscular belly and left them there until she had the nerve to push her tongue into his navel. Poor Robby had his eyes closed now, his flats clenched by his side.
"It's so big, so hot!" she whispered, almost to herself. Something, some hidden urge made her move her mouth down to Robby's cockhead. She'd heard terrible things whispered about girls who touched the genitals of a male. They grew mustaches. Or something worse. But this was love. And Sheri couldn't seem to stop herself.
Lightly, as if she were kissing a rose petal, Sheri placed her wet lips on the head of Bobby's prick. A burning jab of pleasure shot through her. For an instant she was dizzy with the daring knowledge of what she'd done. It wasn't anything more than a kiss, she told herself. Not a head job, like Annie Faber had talked about some women doing. But Sheri couldn't take her lips away from the velvet-smooth swell. She could feel it throbbing against her tongue as she pushed it out between her lips. Her tongue flicked very slowly across the feverish surface. Spit dribbled from the corners of her mouth. An odd feeling came over her.
"Oh Robby," she babbled, lips rubbing his cock as she spoke. Then she parted them slightly and forgot to think about what she was doing. The swollen tip eased into her mouth like it was born to fit there.
"Mmmmm," she cooed, sucking the curve of her tongue along the underside. She could feel the little lobes there, could feel the constant supply of hot blood that seemed to be packed tight into that mushroom knob at the end of Robby's shaft. But a bright flash of realization made her stiffen.. She jerked her mouth away with a wet pop.
"I don't know what got into me...I...I... Ohhh Robby...!" Instead of leaving him alone, she was kissing it again. Her lips pursed along the underside of his length until she'd kissed wet places all the way down to his balls. Then she kissed that wrinkly, dark sac, too. Robby seemed to be going slightly insane.
"You don't think I'm awful?"
"Sheri.. .God no! Ohhh baby...god ..."
"Can I do it again? Kiss you some more?"
Sheri licked her lips and placed them very gingerly around the swollen head again. Then she slid them down, down, down. When the head of his cock brushed the roof of her mouth she stopped and breathed slowly through her nose. Then her tongue began to work as if by itself. It stroked that bulging tube that ran along the underside of Robby's prick. It tickled the tube sharply, then fanned it, then troughed to its shape and sucked hard. The spit popped in her flared nostrils. Sheri thought she was getting drunk on love. She couldn't ever believe she might do something so...so carnal. But instead of ugly, like the pictures in the manuals had been, Robby's cock was beautiful.
Carefully she tangled her fingers in the soft sac that held his balls. She found one slick egg and squeezed it a little, letting it slide around in the slickness. She lifted her head until only the tip of his cock was inside her mouth. Her tongue danced wildly over the taut, fevered surface. It had grown even larger since she'd had it inside her mouth. She brought her teeth bumping against the ridge, then bit down slightly. Robby flopped and jerked like someone was branding him on the ass with a hot poker.
Sheri couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to have that thing up against her. Not just her belly either, but her mast sensitive parts! Right against them. Robby didn't have to break any of his rules. He could just let them touch, couldn't he?
"Robby, I'm burning up!" She let his cock go and wriggled atop his body. Before he could protest or turn, she had her coltish legs on either side and was rocking her hips downwards as she held his cock up with one hand. She was so hot that she drooled on his chest as the head pressed between her steamy outer lips. They parted with a wet sound and Sheri bit her tongue hard.
"Nhhhuuhhh. . . Ohhhh shit. . . you're so hard and hot and wonderful!" She plunged her slit up and down against the cock she held. She knew she was clutching it a little too tightly behind that mushroom head, but couldn't help herself. The velvet slick rub of it against her petals and folds brought moans of pleasure from her throat.
And the sound the touch of their bodies made! A slick, sucky sound that made Sheri toss her blonde head around excitedly. Her slim back was arched sharply, breasts jutting up. She was on her knees, spraddled over the twitching, grunting male. Her senses were flooded with the sight and smell and touch of him. It was better than any magazine description she'd ever read. It was paradise.
She pound her clit down hard against the bulging head of Robby's cock. Then, pumping her pussy into a different position, she felt the stretch of her hymen. Again the consuming desire to be penetrated swamped her. All it would take was a sharp lunge from Robby. That's how it had happened in the stories she'd read. Of course they never said much after that. Just hints about the ecstasy experienced by the characters involved. She wanted that ecstasy! She wanted it now.
"Do it to me, Robby!" she whimpered, licking his face with wild abandon. "Do it to me with your prick!" She leaned back hard against his stiffness, felt her hymen tingle with the beginnings of pain.
"Damn it.. Sheri. . . stop it .. . now!"
"Shit... Ohhh fuck," she whined, falling down against his chest. She rubbed her sharp little nipples back and forth against his skin, kissing him wherever her lips happened to be.
"Sheri .. . we can't," Robby pleaded. "I'm so close now that...that...Ohhh god...stop moving, Sheri...shit..you've got to stop...moving."
"Robby. . . fuck me! I'm begging you!" And she really meant it. She'd never wanted anything so bad in her life. All the taboos, the dangers, the warning meant nothing to her now. Her body demanded it! She wanted to be penetrated! She wanted to feel that hot hard spear of flesh rape up into her twitching pussy! She clawed at Robby's shoulders and bit a red place on his neck.
But Robby grabbed her roughly and threw her over on her back.
"Sheri you don't understand. Sure I want to...but.." He grabbed his cock and began to work it up and down rapidly.
Sheri caught at his wrists.
"What's wrong? Does it hurt?"
"I'm gonna come, damnit."
Sheri pushed him with all her strength. Robby rolled back onto his back again and before he could ward her off, she'd thrust her slender body between his thighs. His cock was pressing against her navel when the first jet of cum spattered out. She felt its heat, felt its slick dribble as she writhed against the fountaining cock, tried to work her pussy higher.
"You're crazy!" Robby grabbed her waist, fought to keep her from doing it. But she had her slit almost right now. She could feel her outer lips part as she slid them up the shaft.
"Ohhh . . . almost . . there . . . push... Ohhhhh Robby .. . fuck meeeee!" But she could only plunge her hot petals against the lump that jutted up against Robby's belly. He wouldn't let her put the tip between her mound. He wouldn't let her try and break her cherry with the crown.
Hot cum sprayed into the seepy crevice of her pussy, dripped out again. Her clit was pressing against the little lobes on the underside of Robby's cocktip. Sheri pumped viciously to make the friction build. She growled as the seconds jerked by. She counted ten of them and then she gave a cry and her body shuddered. A stab of pure ecstasy went through her body. She couldn't get air, couldn't scream, couldn't even move. She just twitched. There, on Robby's hot flesh, she twitched, rubbing the goodness of their most sensitive parts together.
"Sheri," he gasped, hugging her close to him, kissing her face. "Ohhhh baby, I can't believe this!"
"Bobby, Ohhh! I wish it was inside me." Hot streams of cum smacked between their bellies. Sheri writhed in the mess, loving it. She could smell the sharp pungency now. It was like nothing she'd over smelled before. Better than the best perfumes she decided, even if it was a little weird.
Her cumming was a steady, lusty itch that reached pinnacles of pleasure she never knew existed. She babbled words without meaning, licked and bit and kissed the man beneath her. Then Robby rolled over and gently pumped his cock against her clit. She spread her thighs so wide that the muscles trembled. She wrapped her legs up high on his back. Once she couldn't resist the urge to feel that thing against her cherry and jerked her body into a position that made Bobby's cockhead brushed her hymen. But ho quickly jerked it back, leaving a clinging string of cum there.
"You don't have a lick of sense," he laughed. "You horny little nymph?
"Oh Bobby, do you like - a little?"
"Yeah. But just a little." They laughed and kissed and Sheri hugged him so hard that he had to grunt.
"It's wonderful. You live right in the same house. Right in the next room from mine!"
Their tickly lust was dying away now and Robby caught her head in his hands and made her look at him.
"Damn it Sheri, we can't just go on doing this whenever we want. Don't you feel the least bit guilty because of how we're related?"
"Nope," she said, shaking her head emphatically.
"Well, I do. I'm your mother's brother. Sure, I'm quite a bit younger than she is but that doesn't make us any less related."
Sheri was still moving her hips. The slurpy slide of her open pussy against the firm cockhead was lovely, even now that her climax was behind her. The slick juice that had burst from her uncle's body had made such a mess between them! Even that was exciting. How wonderful that all that stuff spurted out when a man fucked! Robby got up and walked across the room. She watched him dab his belly with a towel. While he busied himself at that, Sheri dug a finger up along her slit and looked at the curiously creamy juice that had been created somewhere in Robby's male body. She sniffed it and was almost tempted to taste it. Close to her nose, the smell was very strong, though. She didn't have the nerve to put her tongue on the heavy-looking droplet that clung to her fingertip.
"You'd better get back to your room before your mother comes home."
Sheri felt a little hurt. She got up and dressed slowly. Robby avoided her eyes, even when she tried to make herself obvious to him. At last she turned at the door and took a big breath.
"Aren't you even going to say goodnight?"
Robby smiled. "Okay, goodnight." He walked over to touch her hand.
"I was thinking. . ."
"Sheri!" he warned.
"I was thinking maybe after mama comes home and goes to bed that we could sleep together for a little while." She blinked eagerly at him, smiling.
He bent forward to kiss her upturned nose. She longed to reach out for the wilted snake that was now his cock but controlled her passion. She didn't want to turn Robby off. And he sure seemed to be hung up about something.
"Not now, not tonight," he whispered, holding her slender young body against him.
Sheri went slowly to her room. She sat on the bed for a long time thinking about Robby. She relived every second of what had happened, trying to etch in her mind exactly what had excited him most. He sure liked her titties. And he'd liked it, too, when she'd put his cock in her mouth.
A thrill pulsed through her clit. What would it be like to actually have that cum spurt out into her mouth? She hugged her shoulders, excited by the naughty idea. It had been nice sucking on Robby. His cock was so smooth and silky to her tongue. And he liked it so much. That was as exciting as getting hot herself. The fun of bringing pleasure to someone else.
She undressed lazily and lay on her back on the bed. Her pussy was still swollen from rubbing against Robby's prick. She fingered the lips open and began to play in the juices that still leaked out. Some of his sap had dried on her belly and thighs and some was still moist in the folds of her crevice too. She got her fingertips good and wet and held them to her nose. Yes, she could smell a little of it mingled with her own sex butter. Following an impulse, she smeared it across her cheek, across her lips. Then delicately she touched the tip of her tongue to some. But there wasn't enough to really taste.
"Oh Robby, why are you such a stick-in-the-mud?" she said aloud. But then she felt a darkness shadow her happy-go-lucky thought. What if she had managed to get Robby to actually fuck her? What if some of his cum had gotten into just the right place and started a baby growing in her belly? Sweat broke out on her forehead and Sheri got up and hurried to the bathroom.
With a soapy rag, she washed away whatever cum still clung to her tender petals. It was weird how scared she was all of a sudden. While in Robby's arms she couldn't have cared less about getting in trouble. But now she was back in the familiar setting of her room and that seemed to remind her of who she was, what she was.
But she still wanted Robby. She wanted to feel him forcing his way into her pussy! And she was sure she could tempt him to do just that. Now she had to take care of the practical side of the matter. How to keep from making a baby. Annie Faber might be able to help. And she had to have someone to tell her secrets to.
She got into her nighty and pulled the sheets up to her chin. Annie was going to flip when she told her what had happened in Robby's room. She was just going to flip!
Chapter Three
For a week, Mona tried to stay out of her brother's way. That night in the kitchen had greatly disturbed her and she didn't want to invite more irresponsible daydreams or night dreams into her life. She consoled herself by thinking of the short, intense episode as somehow natural. It was natural for brothers and sisters to have passing thoughts about sex with each other. The trouble with her thoughts, though, was that they didn't want to pass.
Robby only left the house for his classes and spent the rest of his time either in his room studying or watching the late movie before going up to bed. Mona went to a show with Merle but the evening had ended with an argument. She felt edgy and antagonistic when she was with him. When he dropped her in front of the house and she was safe inside, she felt relief more than anything But there was a sadness too. Merle had been very nice to her. And now she was falling out of love with him.
It was Thursday evening. That meant school the next day for Sheri. But instead of finding her daughter working on her studies or getting ready for bed, she discovered her lolling on the bed in Robby's room. Robby was typing something, flying to work around the endless chatter coming from Sheri.
"What are you doing back so early." She cracked. "You and Merle have a fight?" It was that straw that pushed mom's anger over the edge.
"You go to your room. Robby has work to do and he can't get it done with you blathering in his ear half the night." Mona met Sheri's uppity stare. "I mean it, Sheri!"
"Oh shit, I'm not even allowed to speak to my uncle when I feel like it!" Sheri stomped around the mom. Robby bent over his typewriter like he wasn't hearing anything.
"Sheri, I don't want to hear this. Do as I say!" "I'm going to go to Annie Faber's," Sheri snapped finally. "I'll be back later .."
"It's too late to go out . .. it's a school night."
Mona grabbed at her daughter but Sheri pulled away and trotted down the hall. Mona felt embarrassed rage. She looked at Robby as he turned.
"What can I do with her? She's gotten to that age ... you know."
Mona sat on Robby's bed. "You talk like you're ancient. Or have you forgotten you're only twenty yourself."
Robby grinned. "Guess I forgot." He turned to peck another sentence or two, then stopped to correct a mistake. Mona watched his shoulders move under his t-shirt. She felt the old affection for him. The other, naughtier passions she kept locked away.
"Why don't I go fix you a snack and bring it up?" she said. "I bet you're hungry."
"That'd be great, Mona. I could dig it."
It didn't take her but a second to change into her nightgown. Then Mona hurried downstairs and put together a ham sandwich with plenty of mustard-just the way Robby liked it. She opened a beer too and got everything on a tray and carded it up to his room.
He took a couple of bites of the sandwich and washed it down with beer. She felt comfortable again watching him. She could almost remember the times when they'd been kids. Running and hiding in the big hour the parents had. She let the thoughts play through her mind until one she didn't like threatened to invade. Where did they come from? The nakedness.. .she hadn't thought they'd played together naked so much. Her and Robby. She shook the images away and stood up.
"Well. I hope you enjoy your sandwich. I guess Id better get to bed."
"Mona, wait . ." Robby caught her as she put her hand on the knob. His fingers brushed her waist. There was so little between them she could feel his warm hand on her flesh. She turned. She felt faint. Robby was looking at her so strangely.
"Mona. There's something on my mind..."
"What is it, darling?" Mona remembered how She'd called him darling as a child. But only at certain time.. More images flicked through her head. Robby's cock. In her hand. When had that happened? Or was she just dreaming everything?
"Mona. I. . I. ." Robby stopped and took her hand. "I've been remembering things. How we used to... play."
"I'm sleepy, Robby. I'd better get in bed. "She started to open the door but Robby forced her gently away. Forced her back against the wall. He was getting very close. She tried to keep her jutting nipples from touching his chest. They were so big her breasts. She'd always been embarrassed as a young girl because of their size. Robby's hand touched her belly. Mona closed her eyes. She had to get hold of herself. She was thirty-six years old with a daughter. Robby was twenty. Robby was her brother. Her flesh and blood. What was he doing with his hand?
"You're so lovely," he breathed, trembling. "I've thought of you like it used to be..."
Mona's mind raced. How had it been?
"Robby, don't you think I'd better leave?"
"No." Robby pressed his body up against her. The nightgown seemed almost nonexistent now. Why in hell had she put it on? What had she had in mind? Was she leading her own brother on? God no! She wanted out of here! She wanted ...
"Mona. Ohhh god, Mona!" His mouth dipped close and their lips brushed. Mona wanted to turn away but she was petrified with shame, fear, confusion. It felt so good! His lips! When he tilted her head slightly, she let him. Her mouth opened. His tongue flicked between her teeth. Darling Robby. Lovely, lovely Robby.
"No!" She put her hands on his shoulders and tried to force him back. "Robby, get away! What are you..."
"You're everything I've always wanted in a woman," he gasped. His hands traced the outlines of her body. Her slim waist, her full, soft hips. Then be kissed her gently on the full, white tops of her breasts. Mona's knees wobbled. She let out a breath and leaned heavily against her brother. "Ohhh Robby, this is awful. . ."
"It's wonderful." He licked her plump orbs carefully, like a cat might do. She felt a burning tickle between her legs. Robby was inching a hand under her nightgown. She put a weak hand down to stop him, but he forced past her resistance. Now his fingers brushed the skimpy crotch of her panties. They were damp already and his touch seemed to open her springs completely. Mona sighed as she felt her sex butter flood out to drench the sheer nylon. Robby kissed her neck, ground his body against her as he dug gingerly against her silken-covered pubes.
"I remember when you first started growing hair," he said. "I was just two or three, but I remember."
"Robby ... stop this.. . stop!" Mona's body shuddered. Robby was working his finger under the edge of her panty crotch now. She clutched frantically at him but he ignored her. She felt one plump lip being pushed to the side. Then her back arched and she banged her head back against the wall.
"Nhhhoooo!"
"Oh Mona...Mona... I"
"Robby...don't do this...Ohhh, I'm begging you!" But suddenly she felt his finger penetrate. Her insides curled around his knuckles. Her hole tightened down on him, convulsing in the instinctive movements of fucking. She heard the smacking, sucking sounds as he moved his finger around inside her. Her hand fell away weakly. Then she clutched his shoulders and let him kiss her again, moaning through her nose.
It was when Robby tried to edge her over to his bed that she broke away. She tripped at the door but managed to stagger out into the hallway. Robby came close behind. He caught her waist halfway to her room, spun her around.
"Robby, do you have any idea what you're doing?" She felt she had a little control back. She was angry at her brother, much as she loved him. "This is awful!"
"Mona. .. I've got to have you! Like we almost did when I was younger .."
"Stop talking about the past. I don't remember half of what went on."
"Half was enough..."
She broke away from him again. This time she made it to her bedroom and had the door half shut when her brother jammed his foot in.
"Go to bed," she gasped, near tears. Robby forced the door open with his shoulder and slammed it behind him. It was dark in the bedroom. The only light came from the partly open bathroom door. Mona watched him strip off his t-shirt and fling it on the floor. She swallowed hard and stepped backwards until the backs of her knees struck the bed. Robby was stepping out of his jeans now. When he peeled down his shorts, Mona tried to look any. But she couldn't keep her eyes on his cock. It was long and slender. More slender than Merle's fat prick. And Bobby's organ had a youthful beautify to it. It looked clean and graceful and so stiff!
"Bobby. I want you to turn around and get the hell out of my bedroom. Now!" But her voice broke at the last. She hadn't sounded as tough as she'd hoped. Robby caught her around the waist and dumped her onto the bed. She struggled like a hellcat.
"Mona . . . damn you .. . you want it as bad as I do!"
"No . . . Nooooooo"
They wrestled, Robby struggling to get his legs between hers. Mona lifted a knee once and almost connected, but Robby caught the blow with his hand and held her down while he ripped the top of her gown open. Both of her large breasts bounced free and Bobby buried his mouth between them. Then he kissed his way to a nipple and began to suck voraciously. Mona tried not to feel what was happening to her. But that was impossible. The rub of her brother's strong, wiry body against her soft female flesh was unbelievably exciting. Still, she had vowed in her mind that this wouldn't happen. This. .. perversion.
"Don't . . . don't . . Ohhhhhhh Nhhuuuhh!"
Her gown was pushed up to join the tattered shoulder straps. Now there was just a tangle of silk sound her waist and her panties. Robby grabbed the crotch band and tore her panties away with a laugh.
"Oh god in heaven!" Mona bawled, fighting hard again. Robby wedged his hips between her thighs and worked his rigid cock closer to her cunt. She could feel the slick juice drenching her dark, thick curls. Robby pinned her wrists against the mattress and managed to ease his cocktip between her plump outer lips.
Mona bucked like a mule. But Robby had the advantage of strength. And he had another power too. He was the male, the penetrator. She saw all this in a flash. He wanted to mate with her. The fact that she was his flesh and blood, his sister, didn't matter at all. His cock was hard. It WAS an inch away from paradise. Her paradise. She tried to bite him, failed. He mouthed her breast until the hot fires licked up and down her body. She couldn't sustain the struggle much longer. Her muscles gave, her body went a little limper.
"Mona. . . Yesssss!" Robby bound her mouth. She tried to muster her waning strength enough to sink her teeth into his lip. But at that instant, Robby lunged forward and his back humped up as he drove his cock into her pussy.
"Uhhhhnnnnnn!" Mona felt it go. She felt every inch. She felt the flared, swollen head, so hot and smooth. She felt her insides spasm around the invading meat. She could hardly breathe. Then Robby moved again and rubbed against her mound. She went limp completely, her head flopping on the pillow as Robby began to fuck her slowly and deeply.
"This is the one thing we never did," he whispered, letting her wrists go now, circling his arm around her waist. Mona couldn't speak. That long hard shape inside her was so fantastic! It delved deep, deeper. She clenched the big muscles in her thighs and tried to squeeze it. Robby grunted as her velvety lining caromed and sucked against his barbed head. He gave her a sloppy kiss on the neck.
"Oh Robby...what are you doing to me?"
"Fucking you. I'm gonna fuck you all night!"
"Ohhhh god...we can't go on! We can't let this happen!"
In answer, Robby slid his palms down under the cheeks of her ass. Holding her up like that, he jabbed his cock so deep that the opening to her womb tingled deep, deep inside her. Mona tried to say something else but the words turned to babbling. She found herself clutching her brother's back, digging her nails into him. Her legs kicked involuntarily as the tensions broke inside her. She felt her flesh melting against the strong embrace of her young brother. She started being herself in the consuming pleasure that he brought with every moment of his cock in her pussy. She had his neck and chest and caught his head so that she could devour his chin and lips. Robby kissed her back with feverish urgency. His cock felt like it was growing inside her.
She spread her thighs wider and bent her knees sharply, pawing her feet in the air. She felt a thousand rivers of excitement rushing through her. They met at an ocean and she screamed as the torrents of ecstasy made her body buck and jerk. The cum lasted five pounding seconds but Mona could feel another one close behind.
"I can't believe this," she cried, biting her brother's shoulder. But her second convulsion exploded then and she choked and twisted in the aching throes of more pleasure than she'd ever experienced.
"Mona... Ohhh god, I love you, Mona."
Robby's forbidden words brought yet another trickle of excitement to her loins. But now the cum was gentler, easy to ride. She kissed his mouth sloppily, riding the trembly glow that his sliding cock gave to her again and again and again.
She felt Robby's back stiffen, felt his breathing constrict. She petted the back of his neck and cooed to him, barely able to make words. He fucked her furiously now. She knew he was about to cum. He hurried, punting with the fire that hung just out of reach.
"Robby ... darling.. . cum! Ohhhh, cum inside me!" And she found herself wanting it. Wanting her brother's sap to fountain against her womb.
"Mona . . . god . .. Ohhhh fuck ... fuck!"
"Yeah... do it .. Ohhhh, do it now!"
Robby's back arched and for a second he was paralyzed as the first explosion ripped through his young body. Mona clung to him wildly, pumping he full hips up and down as she felt the hot jizz froth front the tip of his cock.
They searched for each other's mouth and kissed, moaned, fucked. Mona felt a gentle tickle, almost came again. Then they were limp. Motionless except for their tortured breathing. Mona didn't know how long it was until Robby rolled off and nuzzled against her side. She lay there exhausted. The slick cream leaked from her hole but she didn't care. She let it dribble, let Robby's hot cock rest against the side of her leg. Then she felt the guilt building. The shameful truth of what had just taken place. It grew in her like a sick, soft thing.
"Robby. Would you please get your clothes and get out of here?" She fought to hold back her sobs. Robby tried to put an arm around her again but she pushed him away roughly. "No."
In the half light he dressed and went to the door.
"Mona . . .?"
"Get out, Robby. Get out."
When the door closed behind him, Mona buried her face in her pillow and bawled like a baby.
Chapter Four
Sheri had made sure Annie Faber had brought along her purse. The big one that looked almost like a picnic basket. You could hide, a small tv set in that thing. It was just past nine when they turned the corner of Main and Elm.
"I'm scared," Annie said. Holdgren's Drugstore glowed brightly from across the street. Sheri looked both ways and then realized that she'd seen crooks doing that in the movies for years. She laughed at her amateurish technique.
"If there was another way to get some rubbers, I'd do it," she whispered to Annie. "Do you have the nerve to just buy some?"
"Nope." Annie shook her head.
"Look, I'll take the purse. You go ask Mr. Holdgren for something..."
Annie frowned. "What'll I ask for?"
"Anything." Sheri bit her bottom lip. "No, better ask for something that'll take him to the other end of the store. Then I can make my move."
"You sound like a hood," Annie laughed. "But I'm still nervous."
"Come on. It'll be easy as pie." Sheri dragged her friend across the street. Annie was a gangling, tangle-haired tomboy. Tonight she had on a worn out pair of bib overalls and cowboy boots. She looked like a cross between a hippy and a farmer. But she had crazy ideas about almost everything and that was why Sheri patted Annie to give her courage. Then she drifted down towards the paperback rack, Annie's purse hung on her arm.
Annie was saying something to Mr. Holdgren now. He nodded and headed to the front. Sheri felt the excitement, the pinch of her emotions as the showdown neared. She knew exactly where the prophylactics wore kept, she'd been sure to case things earlier in the week. But there was a whole section of them. She tried to come to a decision, tiled to read the labels. Prelubricated. Preshaped tip. Thinnest latex. Skin in natural oil. At last she glanced to see that Mr. Holdgren was being taken care of and then scooped a dozen boxes into Annie's purse. Heart pounding, Sheri glided back to the paperbacks, chose one without reading the title and waited at the cash register until the manager came over.
"Looks interesting," Mr. Holdgren said and winked. "Kinda wish I was single again myself." Only then did Sheri look at the title she'd chosen. Swinging Singles: A Guide For The Working Girl. Sheri blushed and gathered up her change. She found Annie and they got the hell out of the drugstore.
"Well, did you get them?"
"A whole purseful," Sheri giggled and they hurried to Annie's house to divide up the loot.
When Sheri got back home it was past ten. She had half expected to get a good hot lecture from her mother, but was surprised to find Mona in bed, door closed. She went to her own room and placed the little boxes neatly in a row. Then she opened one and got out a foil package. She'd ended up with over fifty rubbers! More than enough to entertain her for a while, she thought. She felt kind of silly, having all that protection on hand. She was still a virgin, after all. But maybe this was what was keeping Robby from wanting to mess around with her. She couldn't blame him. How many uncles could take the chance of putting a baby in the belly of a niece? Sheri unrolled the rubber and held it up to the light.
"Wow! Really thin!" She put two fingers up inside the tube and stretched the tip with a fingernail. It didn't stretch far before she'd poked a big hole right in it! She stuffed the mined prophylactic back into its foil package and tossed it in the trash.
"I don't want that one inside me." She bounced over to her dresser and rummaged in a drawer. Something not too obvious, but nice. Robby was probably still up, working on his studies. She chose a pair of baggy, silk pajama bottoms. But then there was the problem of what to wear on top. The other half of the pj's weren't really revealing enough. Sheri frowned and rummaged some more. She came up with a skimpy little piece of silk she'd forgotten about. It was really a bra made completely from pale green nylon. But it was so much nothing, so lacy, so ridiculously not there that she knew it would go with the baggy bottoms perfectly.
"Oh yeah!" she breathed, turning before the mirror. Her breasts were framed perfectly by the tiny bra. It had the effect of lifting them slightly, of making them appear a tiny bit fuller. And her hard little nipples pushed out the silky material in a terribly sexy way.
Sheri traced the lines of her body. Touched her slim waist with her fingertips and patted her pert, firm ass. She hadn't acquired many curves thus far in her lift, but this outfit helped a lot. With her blonde hair falling every which way, she was almost seductive.
Using Mona's perfume, she went through the ritual of the three drops. Except tonight she decided to add two extras. One on each nipple of her breasts, holding the silky bra-top away until the heady stuff had dried. The other drops of magic had been placed on her ears and cunt. She was ready.
"Robby? You still up?" Sheri leaned against his closed door, panting slightly. Then she heard a splash from the end of the hall. The bathroom. Robby was taking a bath. Sheri shrugged and approached the door.
"Robby? Can I come in?"
"Hell no. I'm in the tub."
"Oh come on." She thought a second. "I gotta brush my teeth."
"Jesus."
Sheri heard the shower curtain being pulled.
"It'll only be for a little bit."
"Okay, hurry up and get it over with."
The shower curtain hid Robby from her sight when she came in. Sheri made the kind of noise expected of her. She ran the faucet, brushed her teeth. Brushed them again.
"Robby?"
"Yeah."
"I'll scrub your back if you want."
"I don't want."
"Okay. Just thought I'd ask."
Silence. Sheri flipped the water from her toothbrush and put it away. Then she sat on the closed commode and pecked around the shower curtain. Robby was soaping one hairy leg. She waited until he'd put the soap back in the dish and picked it up.
"Hey I told you..."
"Doesn't that feel good?" She rubbed the soap between his shoulder blades, dipped it into the water and rubbed some more. Robby let her. She tried to keep her breathing under control, but touching him, being that close to him really turned her on. He still hadn't seen what she was wearing.
"Okay, thanks." Robby slid down in the tub until the water was up around his neck. She caught a glimpse of his cock before it sank beneath the sudsy water. It looked pretty big to her. And kinda red.
"I'm getting out now," Robby said, throwing back the curtain, grabbing a towel to wrap around his middle. Sheri stepped back and watched him top onto the mat. He looked sinewy and nice. The water glistened on every muscle, every bump. "You going to bed?" she asked.
"I was going to have a beer..." For the first time Robby looked at her. He stopped breathing, started again. ..... have a beer. Yeah. That was what I had in mind."
"I'll go get you one," Sheri bubbled, jumping up. She was aware of Robby's eyes on her as she moved between him and the door. She ran downstairs, got the cold beer and set a new record back to Robby's bedroom. He was standing by the bed, still drying.
Sheri closed the door behind her and put the beer on his desk. She made certain that her movements were just right. Sometimes the baggy pajama bottoms clung between her thighs, between the firm cheeks of her ass. Sometimes they billowed, hiding what was below her waist. Robby just kept drying himself and watching her. The aroma of Mona's perfume was coming off her body in waves. Sheri licked her lips. Her heart thudded as she drifted close to Robby. That's when she pressed the foil packet into his palm.
"Got you a little present."
"What?" He looked at the words on the packet. "God damn."
"You were afraid of.. ." She shrugged and let the blush come, "... of, you know." Robby grabbed both her arms, whirled her around and marched her towards the door.
"You get the hell back to your bedroom, you hear?"
"Robby! Bobby, what's wrong?" The towel had fallen from his hips. Sheri knew she had to get him interested.. . and fast. She twisted from his grasp and faced him. At the same time her trembling fingers clutched for what she wanted. She found exactly that. It was hard and damp from his bath. She circled her hands around him and rubbed gently. Her lashes fluttered as she lifted her chin, lifted her lipsticked mouth up towards him.
"Oh Robby. . . I'm just trying to please you." She watched his eyes close and open again. His breathing was fast and deep. As he hesitated there by the door, she pushed her parted lips against one of his taut, male nipples. Gently she nursed the odd little bump. Boys were so flat. Her tongue swathed him wetly until a trickle of her spit eased down his belly. Then she took her mouth away and aw the pink smear she'd left. Robby had closed his eyes again. A good sign. Sheri felt like giggling. She felt victorious, though he still hadn't made a move towards the bed. The anticipation that perhaps this would be the night filled her. Between her thighs, that tiny lump of flesh that was her cherry seemed to beg for destruction.
"Robby?"
"Yes."
"Fuck me. Please, fuck me."
Robby pulled her slowly against him. Her tits rubbed across his nakedness. She let go his cock and dug her nails into the meat of his ass instead. She whimpered and kissed his fresh smelling skin. His cock was like a hot piece of iron pushing into the softness of her belly.
Robby flicked off the overhead light. Sheri stood shivering, excited past reason. She looked at him, waiting for his move. He stepped towards her and took both her hands, interlacing his fingers through them. Then he forced her down, down to her knees before him. His slender cock bobbed before her face. Sheri was panting like a dog.
She knew what he wanted. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth slightly. Robby held the shaft of his cock with one hand, the back of her head with the other. Gently he eased her forward. Pink lipstick smeared across the feverish head. Then the thing slipped between her teeth, over her tongue, bumped against her throat. Sheri gagged, got control. Instinctively she began to suck the hot hard cock. It was so quiet in the room! Her sucking, dripping spit crackled loudly.
"Yeah . . Yeah Sheri. . . Like that, baby!"
She drove the point of her tongue between the two lobes at the bottom of his tip. His cock seemed to be especially sensitive there. She licked and sucked and nursed him, breathing noisily through her nostrils. His cock lengthened and pulsed as she bathed it in hot spit.
"You want me to fuck you? To break your cherry?"
"Oh y-y-yesssss!" Sheri lapped at the saliva dripping down her chin.
"Remember, you're a virgin." He sunk his fingers in her blonde hair, forced her head back so she was looking up at him. "It'll hurt. It might hurt a lot."
A shudder of yearning passion went through her body. "Ohhh do it to me, Uncle Robby! Please do it to me! I'll do anything if you fuck me!"
He growled with the passion she'd fired in him. Sheri felt joyful. It had worked! She was sexy. Desirable. Wanted.
Robby pulled her to her foot and led her to the bed. He slipped her baggy pj's down and draped them on a chair. Then he undid her filmy little bra and eased the silk cups away from her breasts. Sheri felt feverish, giddy. She knew the musky scent of Mona's perfume was wafting up to Robby. The head of his cock dangled a few inches away from her belly button. And below she could see the blonde wisps of her cunthair. Did she have enough for. Robby's taste? She giggled nervously at the thought of Robby tasting her. Then wondered if perhaps he might try.
Robby kissed her neck, her mouth. She whimpered and pressed herself weakly into his embrace. He lay her on her back on the edge of the bed and held a foot in his hand. After kissing each toe, he pushed her knees back until they almost touched her tits.
Sheri felt embarrassed at the way this position exposed her cent so completely. It was really stretched open! Robby could see every fold, every soft, dripping petal. What did it look like to him? She hoped he didn't think it was ugly.
"Lovely," he whispered. "I can't believe you're so beautiful."
"Ohhhh Robby, what are you doing to me?"
"Sheri. It's all pink inside! And you're dripping juice all over the place." Robby lowered his head down. Sheri closed her eyes with the excitement of anticipation. Was he really going to kiss her there? Yes! She felt his lips brush the glistening membranes and then he nuzzled his chin into the soft, mushy heat.
A throaty, growling sound rattled from deep in her throat. She could feel Robby's tongue lashing out into the fevered hollows. She couldn't keep still. She began to grind her bottom around in a slow circle, exposing more of her hidden places to his hungry mouth.
"Ohhhh. . . you it eating me up!"
"Sheri, you taste like heaven. I want to get you good and hot and juicy. So you'll really want it when I break you!"
"I really want it now," she gasped, hardly able to focus her eyes.
"I mean I want you half out of your mind!"
"Ohhh Robby, your tongue... it's so tickly!" Robby had his hands tucked into the soft places behind each of her knees. He held her legs back like that, forcing them apart to expose even more of her dainty, unblemished pussy. Gasping, Sheri rubbed her palms over her turgid-breasts. The pink nipples were rigid and extremely sensitive. Sheri whimpered as Robby's tongue licked slowly down her slit. The pink folds opened to his mouth and he sucked them with soft, sexy movements. She could tell he was caressing her cherry now, pressing in against it a little. Then he gouged his tonguetip upwards until it grazed over the feverish knot of her clit.
"Oooooooooowwhheeeee!" she sang, shoulders flopping. She found his head with her hands and dug her nails into the nape of his neck. Robby lapped her like a dog now, or like a kid eating ice cream. Her sparse, blonde curls were drenched with his spit.
"You sure you want me to do this?" he asked, looking up across her belly.
"God yes!"
"You don't want to be a virgin anymore?"
"I never did."
"It's something you can't take back. Once my cock breaks that little cherry, you're fucked. Fucked for good."
"Ohhhh do it, Robby! I want to be fucked!" She growled the word, loving the way it felt in her mouth. "Fuck...fuck...fuck!" It was a wonderful word. Why did people come down on it so much? Why did they use it in the wrong way?
Robby us licking the backs of her thighs now, lapping her bottom, even getting close to her knotted, dry asshole. Instinctively, Sheri tightened it and Robby laughed.
"Even that part of you is beautiful. I wouldn't mind sticking my cock in there, too,"
"Noooo!" she shrieked, clapping a hand over her rectum. Robby kissed her knuckles, then took the hand and pushed his tongue between each finger. She let him suck her pinky between his teeth. Then he was eating on her cunt again, trying to stretch her hymen.
"I can't wait," she moaned.
"Oh yes, you can wait." Robby kissed her heaving belly, kissed upwards until he was lapping wetly at the bottoms of her tits. When he nibbled at the nipple, Sheri wrapped her thighs tight around his head and squeezed. His shoulders were shoving the backs of her knees, stretching her legs far back. It felt weird but very sexy. It seemed primitive too. The first woman who ever fucked on her back probably had her legs stretched just like Robby had stretched hers.
Robby took the rubber from its package and rolled the thin membrane down over his cock. Sheri watched the ultra-thin latex cling to his flesh. She could easily see through it. She could see the veins and bumps on Robby's cock. The dark head throbbed, stretching the sheath each time a surge of blood filled it more.
"Wet it," Robby breathed, pulling himself up over her body, his cock dangling close to her mouth. Sheri obeyed, steadying the blood-heavy thing in her fingers as she sucked noisily at the head. She let it glide over her tongue to the back of her mouth. She suppressed her urge to gag and Robby seemed to sense she couldn't take it deeper. He left it in that position while she thoroughly swathed the rubbery surface with her spit. She was about half out of her mind with passion.
The thought that that thing she tongued was going to be forced up into her body made- her tremble. She was actually going to fuck! After all those dreams, oil those hot hopes! Now it was the real thing!
"Robby... Ohhh god do I want it!" She watched the strings of spit dangling from the sheathed tip. She watched as Robby eased his body into position, holding his shaft steady. Then the touch of the spongy head against her outer lips. They were already stretched wide and the head glided down her slit, down to that magic spot that glistened with her juice. But instead of going ahead with it, Robby just rubbed her with his cock.
Sheri humped her bottom hungrily, tossing her head, clawing the bedspread, moaning.
"Nhhuuuhhh. . . Mmmmmm . . Ohhhh fuck me!"
But just when she thought he was about to lunge forward, Robby would dip his swollen prickhead up her slit until he'd found her clit. Then he would tickle and tease the raw place until Sheri thought she might scream.
Her long blonde hair was tangled across her face.
She fluttered her eyes and slobbered down her chin, urging Robby all the while with her hands. Their bodies were so tantalizingly close! The rub of his skin, the heat from his mouth! It was so lovely to have a. man this close!
But why wouldn't Robby go ahead and take her? Surely he wanted her body as badly as she wanted his.
"Robby... you want me, don't you?" "God yes!"
"Ohhh, do it then, . . do it right now!" "You really want me to fuck you?"
"Uh huh! Bad! Want it bad!"
He kissed her open mouth and she felt him sliding his cock down again. Sliding it down along her slippery deft until it bumped into that mysterious hollow. Robby petted the hair from her eyes and kissed her nose.
"Yes... yesss!" She licked his tongue and suckled hungrily at his bottom lip. Then Robby pulled the corner of the bedspread up and made Sheri take the twisted corner between her teeth.
"Don't argue. Just bite on this..." Sheri tried to ask why, but couldn't talk with the spread in her mouth. She could hardly catch her breath enough to speak anyway. Her trim bottom was plunging up and down against the firm pressure of Robby's cock. Her heart pounded. Her breath whistled sharply through her nostrils. And her eyes raged with desire. She clung to his strong body, pulling him to her, begging with her movements for him to do what had to be done.
"Uncle Robby," she moaned, excited by the thought of incest. She hadn't really thought about it much until this moment. But the fact was that he was her mother's brother was suddenly wiping her out. It was terribly naughty. She caressed his face.
"Call me your niece," she begged.
"Jesus."
"No...do it. It's fun!"
"Sheri" he said, "my sweet little niece."
"Ohhhhhhhh!"
And then Robby's hips began to move forward. Slowly, but without mercy, he forced his cocktip down into her hollow. The muscles around her hole convulsed in panic. She felt an ache build and then something started to sting bad. She shoved the twisted bedcovers between her teeth again and bit hard.
"Ohhhh... Ohhhh god, it hurts!" She tossed her body around wildly, trying to bring her legs down. But Robby held them up, stretching her posy wide. Keeping her vulnerable to his spear.
A sharp ripple of pain went through her. For a second she saw colors on her closed lids and a wave of nausea made her stomach buck. She clamped her teeth hard on the twisted bed covers. Robby pulled back slightly and she felt the ragged edge of her tear. But it was only torn a little. Robby lunged powerfully, suddenly.
Sheri screamed. Then she was mumbling, groaning, her mouth covered with Robby's hand.
"You'll get your mother in here, damn it."
"Ohhhh god . . Ohhh fuck. . . it hurt so bad."
Robby eased his shaft through the tear in her body. "Still hurt?"
"Kind of. . ." But the pain wasn't too bad now. She could feel her insides being touched for the first time. She could feel Robby's cock sliding in the slick butter that coated her tube. He pumped with gentle motions of his body, letting himself meld with her. A new sensation swept through Sheri's slender body. An itchy goodness. A warm full feeling that defied description.
"Ohhhh Uncle Robby... Ohhh, I can feel your cock going in!"
"Sheri, baby. . ." He kissed her mouth and she kissed back with every ounce of passion she had. The pain was fading. She could ignore the sting at the torn edges of her cherry. And the ache that spread deep inside her was a wonderful ache. The ache of being stretched into a woman at last.
"Does it feel good to you?"
"Mmmmm..." Robby groaned.
"Tell me.. . please tell me how it feels!"
"You're hot inside," Robby managed to say, "and tight. I can feel the way you're put together. The way your hole is slanted in your belly, the way it moves when you tighten your muscles. . ."
Sheri tightened her cunt and watched the expression on Robby's face. He pulled back a little, letting more of her juices swim between their parts. Then he fucked in again and a shudder of excitement made Sheri lose her breath.
"God!" She kissed Robby's shoulder, then bit it. "I can't believe how it feels. Something so big inside me ... so hard. I wasn't sure I had a place for a man. From the outside it looked like God had forgotten to give me a pussy."
Robby laughed. "He gave you one, Sheri. Jesus, did he ever!"
"Do you like me a lot?" she whimpered, looking into his eyes.
Robby slid his hands down to her bottom. "I'm fucking you, aren't I? I'm fucking my own niece."
"Ohhhh.. . move like that," she gasped, feeling his cock go deeper. She put her hands down between their bellies, Robby moving to let her. Then she touched the slender, hard shape of his cock and felt that he was only inside her four Indies. There was more to slip inside her heat. She traced her way back to his balls, cupped them gently. Robby made a mound she'd never heard before. The orbs felt heavy. She dipped a finger in the juices that spilled from her crevice and smeared them back along his rubber-sheathed shaft. But when she held her hand before her eye she saw the blood.
"How bad am I hurt?" she whimpered to Robby.
"You'll live." He kissed her neck and pumped his cock deeper. The slick noises of her cunt getting fucked made Sheri forget the blood. She was conscious of Robby's position, of how his knees were on the floor. Her bottom hung off the edge of the low bed as he fucked her. Juice and blood dribbled down her bare ass. She could hear the drip drip, making a puddle on the rug. And still Robby was penetrating deeper, deeper.
"What if I'm not big enough?" she gasped. "Then I'll stop,"
"Will it hurt? If you come to the end of me?"
"No . . . I'll be careful."
"Oh Uncle Rob... I love you!" She clung to his neck, kissing and babbling. He kissed her back, kissed her breasts, tongued her face with spit. Then he held her small waist still and lunged.
Organs moved around inside her making room for the invading meat. She was sure now that he was all the way in. How much more was a girl expected to take? She felt frantically where their bodies joined. An inch left. Another inch and Robby would be as deep as he could go. Sheri bucked her back and urged him forward with her fingers. She was trying hard to be brave.
"I didn't really think I'd get this far," he whispered against her ear.
"Ohhh whisper more to me," Sheri gasped, "it tickles so nice . ."
"What'll I say?"
"Talk dirty," Sheri told him. She didn't know why those particular words had popped out. But she did so want to hear her uncle's voice. Wanted to hear something smutty.
"I'm fucking you" he said, laughing a little at first. Then she could tell he was getting excited by the game. "You sweet little cunt. I'm fucking your pussy good. It's tight and hot and I love it! You're a sex-crazed, Sheri, did you know that?"
"I know it! I know it!"
"You love to fuck!"
"Ohhhhhh yesss!"
"And I'm going to fuck you till you're cross-eyed, you wild little bitch!"
"Ohhhh . . . Mmmmmmmmmm . ."
Sheri began to work her ass up and down against the steady penetration of Robby's cock. She found that it made it slide deeper when she did that. She grunted with the tickly passion that spread through her pelvic area. The whole bottom part of her body seemed to be alive with electric pleasure. And every movement set off new thrills. She dug her nails into the firmness of Robby's ass cheeks.
She was excitingly aware of their kinship. She kissed his neck and rolled her ass in wild circles.
"Uncle ... my sweet Uncle Robby."
"My sexy little niece," Rob breathed and kissed her mouth so hard that she lost her breath. He wasn't fooling around anymore. He was fucking her hard. His lunge, made it feel like a spear was being driven upwards into her flesh. Her belly quaked with the force of his fucking. Her pussy flooded with juice. And her clit was being rubbed roughly by the hilt of his body. Instantly, Sheri knew that he was all the way in her! She sensed the position of their bodies, the full feel of cock in her belly.
"I did it, Uncle Rob.. . Ohhhh I'm fucking you!"
"Sheri.. Jesus!" He held her willowy body and fucked her like a madman. She felt weak in comparison. He bit and stabbed and roughed her small tits with his teeth. She was transformed to another place, another existence. She felt like the weak female of history being raped and ravaged by the conquering male. She rose above her human form for a moment. She was the female of all nature, the soft and surrendering half. And her uncle was the raging bull!
Sheri was dizzy with feverish excitement: She bucked her body, hugged Robby against her belly. She dug at his ass with her heels, urging him to go faster, harder, rougher.
A dazzling glow of pleasure built at her loins. At first it was a soft feeling. Something vaguely pleasurable. . . then very pleasurable. Until at last it was a raging, consuming storm of thrills that threatened to make her lose consciousness.
"Oh... God... fuck. . . hhhooooooooo!" Her toes fanned wide apart and her fingers became claws as the thundering excitement devastated her senses. She felt like she was falling in a void, but she didn't mind the fall. It was a wonderful fall. Her body bucked and squirmed as the fingers of pure ecstasy gouged at every pore.
"Ohhhh Uncle Robby . . . Ohhhhhh shhhhhit!"
She came, biting Robby's shoulder. And he was biting her, too. Sucking on her, kissing on her. His hard, slender prick speared wonderfully into her heated insides. The slurpy fucking sounds thrilled her. The clasping convulsions of her cunt around his prick sent shivers through her back. And Sheri could feel the suction of her body, the pull of her female parts as if they wanted to devour that cock completely.
"Sheri...Sheri...!" Robby jerked and she felt his cock swell at the base. The swelling moved up the shaft until the head was flared huge inside the safety of the rubber. She was sure he was coming. She could almost feel the tip of the sheath bulge with trapped seed. He rammed her with carnal fury. She spread her thighs wide and gave him all that he was capable of taking. He took until they were both covered with sweat, both panting furiously.
And as the lovely tickle ebbed away, Sheri sobbed with happiness against his body. She wrapped her thighs around him and crossed her ankles and squeezed. She kissed his face and shoulders and held his hard man's ass.
"God, Shit... Jesus Christ, I just can't believe it!"
"It was good! Sooo good!" Sheri was sure she would never be unhappy again.
Thirty minutes later, she felt like crying.
"Uncle Rob?"
"What?"
"You sure are acting funny." Sheri was stretched on his bed, still naked. She had a towel wadded between her thighs and as Robby moved across the room, she sat up and examined it. There were a few flecks of blood, one big spot and the rest was just her own juices.
"Still bleeding?"
Sheri shook her head. "It didn't amount to much, I guess. It only stings a little bit." She met his eyes but he looked, away. "What's wrong, Robby? Did I do something dumb?"
"No, Sheri. It's just that. . it's just this situation." He put on his glasses. Sheri thought a naked man looked funny with glasses. As if he'd read her mind, Robby rook them off again. "It's impossible really. I can't go making love to you any time."
"But it was wonderful . ."
"Sure I won't deny that." He crossed his arms on his chest. "But in this house. Under your mother's nose. And Mona is my sister."
"It is kinda tangled up, isn't it?"
"Sure as shit is."
Sheri smothered a sob. She wiped her eyes on the back of her hand and wiggled into her baggy, sexy pajama bottoms. Then she pushed the silky straps of her little bra up under her tits. Bobby came over and fastened it in back. She turned suddenly.
"Let me spend the night with you!" she begged, hugging him.
"You've got to be kidding. You've got to go to school tomorrow. So Mona goes to wake you up and finds you here." He slapped his head. "Oh wow!"
"I'll sneak back to my room before the sun's up. Promise!" She hugged him some more. "We don't have to fuck or anything. I'll keep my pj's on. I won't crowd you, I won't snore, I won't..."
Robby laughed and hugged her to him. "I guess so. For a little while. But damn it Sheri, you've got to realize we're on dangerous ground."
Though she'd won her little victory, Sheri still felt that Robby was acting strange. He was treating her with reserve now. As if he was afraid of touching the wrong button and setting her going again. She snuggled and tickled him under the covers but he didn't respond. He didn't even have a hard-on.
But she didn't care about sex. She wanted to feel what it was like to really sleep with a man. To feel his stirrings in the night. To feel his strength and warmth. They nuzzled in the darkness, Robby putting an arm around her body to comfort her.
Sometime in the early morning, Sheri awakened. Robby was sleeping soundly. So soundly that her hot kisses didn't seem to have any affect on him at all. She fed at his lips for a while, amused at his completely oblivious state. Then she searched his body with her fingers, surprised to find that he had a terrific erection.
A surge of excitement thrilled her. She found herself panting, wishing she could have him fucking her again. That was when the idea hit her. Robby was on his back, his rigid cock laying up along his belly. Sheri moved ever so slowly in the bed as she worked her pj bottoms down and off.
Gently, holding her breath and staying still when she thought she might be disturbing him, Sheri straddled his body and held his cock up at the right angle to meet her pussy. Of course Robby had stripped the rubber off and thrown it away. But she wasn't going to fuck till they both came. She just wanted to have him inside her.
Gingerly she pushed her peeled cunt back against the hot barbed head and wiggled to let her juices cover it. Then she forced her body backwards until the slender stiffness was entering her. It glided inside easily as she concentrated on keeping her muscles in the relaxed state. When Robby snuffled and flopped his head on the pillow, she froze, loving the fullness that was stretching her again.
It took her a good five minutes to embed his cock in the depths of her pussy. Then she cased herself down on him and put her face against his chest. Robby went on snoring. It felt soooo good. Surely there couldn't be any harm in it. Bobby had talked like they couldn't ever fuck again. Sheri knew that after having cock inside her, she'd want it there again and again. Like now.
The easy way it fit into her hole. Sure, she was pretty tight, but so slick! Sheri wiggled some to make sun she had all of him. Then she put her face against his chest, closed her eyes and enjoyed. She didn't have to move. Just having her cunt filled was enough.
She should have known better. As the early morning light began to come up into the room she felt her passions burning like wildfire. She had started to wiggle and squirm ever so slightly atop Robby's body. He moaned, opened his eyes.
"Christ! What are you doing Sheri?"
"I couldn't help it," she whimpered, kissing his face.
"I don't even have a rubber on.."
"How does it feel?" she breathed, working her bottom faster. "How does it feel, skin to skin?"
"Way too good to keep doing it," Robby grunted, hugging her body down against him. She felt excited all over again. She wanted to fuck him this lime, make it good. And she could feel his cock lengthening now that he was awake. It was getting thick and hot as more blood rushed to take we of his aroused appetite.
"Get off," he gasped, grabbing her hips suddenly.
"Why darling? Ohhh it does feel good, doesn't it? I think I like it without the rubber best."
"Oh you're so hard! You're really deep too. . . feel this?" She squirmed furiously atop his body. The walls of her slick, velvet tube swathed his cocktip hotly. Robby began to breathe raggedly. He clutched at her dancing white ass.
"Off, get off or I'm gonna fill you full of cum!"
It was all the warning Sheri needed. She popped her pussy free from the lovely prick that had delved so deep into her body. Almost the instant she turned to look at the engorged cock, it sprayed white strings of jizz up over Robby's belly and chest.
"Wow!" Sheri gasped, "it sure is powerful." She grabbed the buttery shaft and pointed it straight up. Thick curds frothed out and slipped down over her knuckles. Sheri's heart thudded from the experience of seeing it actually happen. How could Robby not like her? She wanted to make him happy and make herself happy too. It seemed such an easy thing with them both living in the same house.
"Sheri.. . Ohhhh. . . god damn!"
"Am I doing it right?" she said, moving her hand up and down. Her palm glided easily over the slickened surface of his shaft. The movements made a soft, sucking noise that reminded her of fucking. She watched the lovely organ pulse powerfully as the last few droplets of seed plopped onto Robby's stomach and dribbled down to the bed. Sheri heard her alarm clock going off in the next room.
"I gotta run. I don't want mama to know where I've been all night." She giggled, wiped her cummy hands on her pajama bottoms and wadded them into a ball. She looked around the room for her bra.
"I can't find my top, Robby. Would you look for it and hide it or something? Mona's gonna be knocking on my door in a little bit..." She hurried through the door and down the hall to her room. No sooner had she slipped inside than she heard her mother climbing the stairs.
"I'm up mama," she called, stuffing her soiled pajamas under her pillow. Sheri went to the mirror to look at herself. Her cheeks were rosy and healthy looking. Her breasts jutted out from her chest as if at last they'd been properly adored.
"I think I'm in love," she said, rubbing her flat belly. "With my own uncle."
Chapter Five
Before the next week was over Mona had had it with Merle. They'd fought over nothing really, but each of them had gone for the other's throat without hesitation. Mona knew that a lot of it had to do with her brother. She had been half out of her mind since that night he'd forced his affections on her. She'd grown edgy and morose. She stayed well out of his way and when a conversation seemed inevitable, she was civil and just that.
Robby seemed hurt. But she couldn't risk anything like that happening again. Her body still tingled from their contact. She could feel his fingers on her, his mouth. It got harder and harder for her to fall asleep at night. And of course Merle was forced to put up with her foul moods. Until he wouldn't any more.
So when she answered the door on Wednesday and saw her ex-husband standing there with a bouquet of flowers and a smile, she broke into tears.
"Roger, how could you? I told you I never wanted to see you again. Ever!" She was nearly screaming at him. But Roger smiled on.
"You're looking good, Mona. Can I come in for a little while?"
She took the flowers and jammed them angrily in a vase, not even bothering to put any water in. When she came back to the front room, Roger was looking at a picture of Sheri.
"I hardly remember her at all," he said, shaking his head.
"What do you want?" she said, afraid to sit down. Roger was as handsome as ever and probably twice as clever. He'd always been able to talk circles around her before.
"I've done all right for myself." he said quickly. "That Lincoln out there on the curb is only a little bit of it. I wanted to share some of my good luck with you and Sheri. I'm not asking for anything more. I know how you feel and don't blame you. But let me give you some money. I intend to make up for all those alimony payments I didn't make."
"You bastard!" Mona gritted her teeth. "If I'd had my way you'd still be in jail."
"But the judge couldn't find me, could he," Roger laughed. He pulled out a checkbook and a gold pen.
"I don't want anything from you." But Mona was looking greedily at the checkbook. As usual she was months behind on all the bills. And she'd already refinanced the station wagon twice.
"You don't have to like me to take this," he drawled. He always affected his Oklahoma accent when he was confident. She watched him finish scribbling. He tore off the check and put it in the middle of the coffee table. Mona wanted to tear it up and fling it in his face. But she didn't. She was thinking of those red letter bills from the gas company. Winter was coming too and Sheri needed some new clothes.
"I want to see Sheri," Roger said finally, "I want to see my daughter."
"Like hell!"
"Aw come on Mona. You shouldn't mind that." "I don't want her knowing who you are. Do you hear me? You can see her once. That's all. I'll introduce you as...as a friend of my ex-husband."
"Nice twist," he smiled. "Won't she recognize me?"
"She's never seen a photograph. I threw them all away." Mona glared at him. Roger whistled softly.
"Okay. Glad to know where I stand." He got up. "Roger come back later." Mona watched the white car turn the corner of the block before she went to the table to pick up the check. It was made out in her name for twenty-five hundred dollars. She sat down heavily on the sofa and began to cry. She had to have a drink. She got a fresh bottle of scotch from the cabinet and broke the seal. She made a good stiff one and dropped in some ice. After a few minutes, the warm rush had enveloped her body. She felt silly now for having cried. She looked at the check again. It was the answer to a lot of problems. A whole lot. She finished her drink and made another. She knew she should go back to work, but the booze was making her giddy and carefree. She could call and tell her boss she had a headache. What the hell. She took another drink of scotch and made the call.
As she sat back down and looked at the big check again, her mind began to turn. She could get even more money from Roger. She could use Sheri to do it. She could make Roger pay for seeing his daughter. And he'd still have to promise to keep his true identity a secret. She laughed out loud over the plot she was hatching. She felt a little evil for having thought something like that. But it was an evil world sometimes. The front door slammed Robby came in from his morning classes. He put his books down in a chair and looked at her. "Having a party?"
"Sure. Have a drink with me." Mona felt full of good cheer. She folded the check and put in into the drawer. Robby sat down gingerly as if he was afraid he might jar her out of her happy mood. Amused, Mona fixed Robby a scotch on the rocks and watched him sniff it.
"I really don't drink much hard stuff," he started.
"Oh go on and try it." She finished her drink in a gulp and went for the bottle, almost knocking it over. Robby steadied it, then poured a little in her glass.
"Don't you think you've had enough?"
"Nope," Mona hiccuped. Robby looked at her curiously. Then he went to the front door. She watched him close and lock it. He pulled the curtains on the front window.
"What's my dear brother doing?" she slurred, getting up and plopping heavily down again. She felt wonderful. She felt like laughing.
"Mona. . . about the other night"
"You better not think about that," she giggled. "Naughty, naughty." Robby sat down beside her and put an arm around her shoulder. She felt him petting her with a hand, hugging her, whispering to her. What was he whispering? She was too drunk to get the words straight.
"Mona . . . I have to talk to you."
She felt tears well in her eyes. She knew what he was going to do. He was going to try and get her into bed again. Like the other night. She grabbed her glass of scotch and Robby made her put it down.
"Why don't you leave me alone?" she sobbed, "you.. . pervert!"
"You're drunk." His hand had slipped down to her belly. He was trying to caress the heavy curve of her breast. She tried to make him stop. Sharp thrills made her feel breathless. "You don't remember," he went on, "when we were kids. You don't remember what we used to do..."
"What are you talking about?" She grabbed his wrist but the other hand went to work on her then, slipping under her dress. Her own brother! She fought against the pleasure that tingled over the surface of her thighs. But Robby's warm fingers were so gentle. He smoothed his way upwards until she knew he was only a touch away from her taut panty crotch. She couldn't feel him touch her yet, but the anticipation almost made sparks leap out from her cunt.
"You used to lick me," Robby said. Surely she hadn't heard right. He couldn't be talking like that. Old memories swirled in her head. An image of that very thing flashed into her consciousness for a moment, then disappeared.
"Noooooo!" Slip twisted in his arms.
"I don't want to hear it!"
Robby's mouth wet her earlobe. His hand pressed upwards between her thighs and a devastating wave of pleasure made Mona shudder. He moved his hand again. She felt a finger gouge under the lacy edge of her panties. She felt the silk being pried away from her feverish mound. It made a sticky sound. Her head flopped weakly against the sofa. Robby's tongue fucked at the corners of her mouth.
"Noooo . . . don't Robby! Leave me. . ."
"I want you bad, Mona! I want to do the things I wasn't ever able to do before. When I was a kid."
"Robby. . . God in heaven!"
"You're so hot inside . . . so deep and soft!"
"Jesus... Robbeeeeee!" She felt his finger sliding down her slit, easing up into her body. She tried to squirm away from him, but her slightest movements only increased the tension that was building inside her. The finger penetrated as far as her brother could reach. It was his middle finger, she realized. The long finger.
"Don't you remember when you used to give me enemas?" he whispered. It would get me excited and then you'd..."
"Shut up! You shut up!" The finger worked in circles inside her. Her butter was really flowing now, wetting her panties, wetting her brother's hand. His mouth closed down on hers and he sucked her tongue hungrily between his teeth. She tried to push him back but she was weak as a kitten. He was unbuttoning her blouse with his free hand. She felt him peeling a bra cup off of one big tit. She was trembling suddenly a she watched the large softness bounce free. Robby's mouth opened.
"Nooooo." But it was too late. His teeth nibbled at the white breast. His tongue flicked furiously over her dark nipple. It was a big nipple. Something a baby could really get his teeth into. And Robby was her baby. She remembered the game more now, the games she'd played with him. She'd made him suck her adolescent breasts when he'd been just a young boy. She'd pretended he was her baby. But the breasts sucking had always made her hotter than a pistol. It had led to other things.
"Robby... I'm dizzy . . . I'm losing my mind . . ."
"Ohhhhhhh Mona . . . Mona . . . " His mouth sucked noisily. She looked weakly down to see the nipple slip from his lips for a moment. It looked all shiny and tumid and hot. Robby's tongue lashed out and pulled the nubbin back between his teeth. Mona arched her back and drove the upper part of her body against his sucking. It felt lovely.
But Robby's other hand was doing bad things. Bad, bad things. Her panties were being slipped down over her ass. She writhed her body but it only made it that much easier for Robby to them down. He got her foot out of one leg hole. He was pushing her down on the sofa. She heard the clink of his belt buckle coming loose.
"Robby..God...no! You can't do this.
Right here in the front room! You can't do this!" "Mona.. . Ohhh, I want to put my cock in you so bad!"
"Robby!" She screamed, beating her fists against his chest. But he forced her legs apart and wiggled down between them. She felt the weight of him, the strength of him. He had her wedged against the sofa cushions, pinning her wrists. He kissed her neck in a way that made her tremble all over. Then something hard was being pressed against the inside of her thigh. It was so hot! It was the head of her brother's cock!
"Ghaaaaaa...!"
"Hold still, Mona.. . damn it... I'm going to put it in you, I don't care what..."
"Uhhnnn ... Mmmnnnoooo. . .Uhhh!"
She felt the hot, bulging knob press against her mound now. Her juices wet it. She sucked in huge lungfuls of air and panted them out as she twisted and struggled under Robby's weight. He pulled her hair, forcing her head back. Then he was licking her neck again, biting, sucking, doing horrible things. Her other breast was free from her halter too. He began to eat at it with loud sucking sounds. She tried to kick the backs of his legs with her heels. His cocktip was pressing between her outer lips now. She writhed furiously.
"Robbeeee... I"
"It's too late, Mona. I need you. I have to have you!" He forced a hand between the plump halves of her ass. The sudden and unexpected pressure against her asshole made her freeze for a moment. And that was when her brother lunged powerfully. She opened her mouth to scream but only a babbling grunt came out.
His tender cock had penetrated her to the hilt! She felt him give one more jab to make sure. She felt the pressure against the opening of her womb.
"What did you do to me? Robbeeee...Ohhh, it's horrible!"
"You liked it the other night."
"Ohhhhhh . . ."
He began to fuck her with slow, gentle movements. Mona bit her lip against the subtle friction that she felt between her pussy lips. In and out, in and out. That damned male cock. She was always getting stabbed with cocks. Cocks that had no memory.
"I love you Mona, I love your pussy."
"Don't say that ... don't . . Uhhhh." She had begun to move her body, too. She couldn't help it. She humped her back down into the sofa cushions and rubbed her pussy back and forth against the steady, slow stab of her brother's prick. It set off shock waves of ecstasy. She shuddered in his arms. Her hands had been pushing at the fronts of his shoulders. Now they slipped slowly around his back and she found herself hugging his body against hers. Robby had bared his chest and the touch of his warmth against her naked tits was lovely. Her skirt had been tangled around her waist, her blows pushed back and her bra jerked down around her belly.
"Ohhh god," Robby gasped, kissing her shoulders, the nipples of her breasts, the soft cleavage. She hugged his head against her. She'd lost all control now. Her mature, full hips thrust and plunged under her brother's fucking. She let him ride her softness, stab deep into her softness. She threw her thighs wider and took him down into her. It felt heavenly! She didn't care anymore. The booze blurred everything except the pleasure that rushed through ever nerve of her body.
"Yesss!" she groaned, letting her own fingers stray down her brother's back. She spread them out around his muscled asscheeks, squeezing, fondling. She dug her nails in, urging him deeper. His cocktip was stretching the beginning of her womb. She lurched furiously to make it press harder.
"Fuck me.. . Ohhh god damn I don't care anymore! Ohhh Robby. . . fuck me!"
"Yeah Mona. . . Ohhh it's good, isn't It?" He bit her neck, then found her open mouth and kissed it in-a gasping, sloppy way.
Robby still had his pants on but she didn't care. She punted greedily, petting and mauling the lovely hard cheeks of his ass. She worked a hand between his thighs and found his balls. Almost immediately Robby stiffened. A shiver ran through him.
"I don't . . .Mona . . . it's. . . it's."
"So slippery inside their sac," she babbled, fondling the two eggs with eager curiosity. She hadn't really had much experience with men. But now she remembered more vividly the games she and her brother had played as kids.
"Mona...I can't hold back with you doing that!"
"Ohhh...fuck me faster, Robby! Do it hard. She felt the tension build between his legs. She felt the jerking, pulsing up inside his body and traced it with her fingertips as it throbbed through the little tube along the underside of his prick.
"Mona.. . Jesus Christ!" Robby lurched. He drove his cock in and out of her with vicious hunger. Mona felt the tickle around her clit grow. It grew into an amber ball of light that put pleasure in all directions. She worked his balls, tangling her fingers in the soft, wrinkled sac.
Robby's back stiffened and he drove very deep into her body and held himself there. Then he drew his cock almost out of her body. Mona dipped a finger inside her, caressed the juice drenched barb of his prick. A flood of cream boiled out and Robby thrust himself deep again. He fucked in a panic. The sucking noise of their parts sliding together was an exotic song to Mona. She groaned loudly as she felt a tickle break from the enter of her being. The tickle became an insatiable itch of pleasure. And then-she came with a sob, clutching, biting, kicking.
"Ohhh come... come inside me . . . come all over me!" And her words excited her to more violent movements. Even though her climax was till burning wonderful rays of pleasure into her body, Mona jerked her clasping pussy away from her brother's prick and grabbed it with her juice-covered fingers. She writhed her body down so that her big breasts flopped on each side of the slender shaft. Then she pumped it between them, licked at it with her tongue and jacked it with both hands. Another fountain of hot seed leaped upwards and she managed to get most of it into her mouth.
"Mona. . for Christ sake ... god, god!" Robby pumped his hips wildly, the heat of her cunt gone from around him. But she was going to take it good. She popped her pursed lips down over the taut-skinned barb, before she even had time to think. Her tongue suckled powerfully against the underside, nursing strings of jizz into her throat.
Robby felt what was happening and forced his body into the right position. His cock bumped her teeth, gouged the roof of her mouth as it exploded with hot cum.
Mona had the shaft firmly in her grasp now. She clutched it like a lollipop and lapped at the dark purple knob that kept pouring out its potent froth.
"Mona . . . got . . . to . . . fuck... you... some.. . more," Robby gasped. He jerked himself free from her hands and pushed her legs up high. Then he forced her knees against her breasts and flopped the slimy head of his cock into her crevice. She was so covered with her slick juices, so smeared with her brother's cum, that he went in easily to the hilt.
The sudden feeling of being filled again made her buck her ass. Another itch built quickly in the depths of her body. Her delicate petals were nicked around the spearing cockshaft as it searched in her heat.
"Ghhhhuuuuuuuu!" She came with a raging convulsion of pleasure She'd never, ever been fucked so good! She scissored her legs around her brother and wished she could take all of him up into her. She closed her eyes tight, panting, babbling love words. The sorrows and tension of the past few weeks had gone. And as they left her she felt a huge drowsiness, a complete relaxation. Though Robby was still fucking her with slow, gentle stabs, she slipped away. Her consciousness threaded out to nothing and she slept.
Chapter Six
"I musta woke Mom up," Sheri said, putting the phone back on the hook. She opened the glass doors and stepped from the booth. The man who called himself Roger stood leaning against the fender of his car. He smiled at her, ground his cigarette out with a twist of his foot..
"Well?" he asked cheerfully.
"Yeah, she said you were a friend of my dad's right." Sheri tossed her school books into the seat of the Lincoln and studied the man again. He had on faded denims and a cowboy shirt. His hair was blond and curly. It was a strange feeling, looking at him. She'd always imagined her father's hair as being blond, too. She wished she knew her father's name. But Mona had always kept that secret well. "Mona says I can go with you if I want. Are you really going to buy me a new dress?"
"Sure. Your old man was a good friend of mine. Real good friend." Roger looked at his hands, then at Sheri. "I promised him that if I ever got way, I'd show you a good time."
"Where is my father?" she asked, narrowing her eyes.
"I had to promise your mother I wouldn't talk about any of that."
Sheri sighed. "Yeah. She hates him. She won't tell me anything about him at all."
"Well, come on. Let's go get that dress." Roger opened the door for her.
Sheri ended up with three dresses, a new pair of hip huggers and a top. Roger had driven to the most expensive boutique in town. She was sure he'd dropped over three hundred dollars. When they were back inside his Lincoln she threw her arms round his neck and kissed him.
"I wish I could thank my daddy, too," she breathed.
"Maybe you have, honey, maybe you have."
Roger drove her to a fancy restaurant and they went inside. Even though he wore jeans, the waiter smelled money. He took them to a dark, corner table. Sheri let Roger order her a mixed drink. In a classy place like this, nobody checked I.D.'s.
She kept finding herself staring at the good-looking man. He looked about the same age as Mona. He was awful sexy. And so darned nice. Alter a sip or two of alcohol she let down her reserve completely and slipped her little hand in his big one. She wanted to show him that she appreciated his attention. And too, she was curious about whether or not she could interest an older man. Getting Uncle Robby to like her had been one step. But Roger was obviously experienced, mature. Did he think of her as a child? Or had he considered her as a female? She was trying so hard to act sophisticated.
"I'm not hungry," she said when the waiter came to take their order. "I'm too excited."
"I'll just fuel us up some more then," Roger said, ordering two more drinks. She snuggled against his side. The alcohol was giving her courage. She leaned her head against his shoulder. She had his hand in both of hers and though she didn't plan on it, his palm somehow ended up against her thigh. The short dress she had on had slipped up enough so that she could feel his touch on her bare skin. It set off wonderful tickles between the lips of her pussy said you were something special,"
"Your dad said you were something special," Roger drawled.
"But he hasn't seen me since I was a baby."
"Well, you must've been a special baby then." He tried to take his hand away from her thigh, but Sheri pulled it back again. He gave her a funny look, took a swallow of his drink.
"I don't mind if you touch me," she said, proud of her experience with Robby.
"I don't think your daddy would approve," Roger said. He had a funny look on his face.
"Oh. Yeah." Roger managed to slip his hand from her clutching fingers. She felt disappointed. He didn't think she had anything going for her when it came to being a woman. She bit her lip, determined to make him notice her femininity.
"Let's go for a ride!"
"I think I oughta be getting you home to your mother."
"I don't want to go home, I want to go for a ride." She pressed her slender body against Roger. Though it was pretty daring, she slipped a hand against his belly and hugged.
"You're a little high, I think."
I'm used to being high." She giggled, wishing she could tell him about the grass she smoked. But Roger was probably too old-fashioned to understand. She let her hand fall against his thigh. "Take me for a ride."
They drove out into the country. It was still hours from sunset and the shadows sped across the long hood of the Lincoln. Sheri cuddled against Roger's warm side. He hooked an arm around her for a little while but took it back again so he could turn off onto a dirt road which led to a lake she knew about.
As soon as he'd stopped the car he got out. Sheri had hoped he might kiss her first. She'd sure given him plenty of opportunities. He lit a cigarette and sat on one fender. Sheri kicked off her shoes and bounced around on the grassy beach.
"Let's go swimming," she laughed.
"You go ahead."
"You gotta go too. Come on..." She started unbuttoning his shirt. Roger threw his cigarette down and peeled off his jeans. Sheri draped her dress on a bush by the water's edge. It made her blush to do it, but she skinned her panties too and tossed them on a branch too. Roger looked like he was blushing.
"Come on in," she giggled, splashing her feet, "the water's fine."
"Okay, okay."
Roger waded in until his shorts were damp. Sheri laughed at him again but when she saw the shape of his cock showing through the soaked cotton, she swallowed hard and felt a giddy rush of excitement cover her body.
They dog-paddled around, only their heads sticking out of the water. Sheri was more curious than ever about this stranger with the fancy car and gobs of money. She paddled up against him and threw her around his neck.
"Thanks a lot Roger. For everything. Then she kissed him on the mouth. At first he tried to pull away, but she clung all the harder. She let him know that she could kiss. Finally he let her tongue between his teeth. She felt him weaken, felt his arms slide up her naked body. Then she was pulled hard against him. The rigid spear of his cock bobbed up against her mound. She moaned and kissed him deeply.
"Sheri . . . damn."
"Ohhh Roger, that felt good." She floated there in his arms. Her nipples were rigid from the cold water. As she bobbed in the waves, the pink nubbins raked his hairy chest. She'd never seen so much hair. It felt sexy against her skin.
"We'd better get the hell out of here."
"Not yet," Sheri cooed. She had sneaked a hand down to where his underwear still clung. She knew the liquor had given her the courage to dig under the elastic band of his shorts. As her small fingers circled the huge shape, Roger grunted low in his throat.
"Ohhhhh" she breathed, "ohhhh gosh, I'm excited." She squeezed the warm cock. It was lot bigger than she'd expected. It was thicker than Uncle Robby's slender organ. And it was longer too! The head seemed to be covered by a protective skin. Roger had never been circumcised. She'd never seen an uncircumcised prick. Her curiosity fired her excitement all the more.
"You should take your underwear off," she said. "They're wet anyhow."
"I'm about to take you home, young lady. Unless you shape up pretty quick."
"I'm not that dumb," she giggled. "I know you like it. A man likes it when he's hard like you are." She pumped the loose skin up and down his cockshaft. The head bulged inside the taut covering that clung to its sensitive surface.
"Sheri ... damn you!"
"It's fun fooling around in the water, isn't it?" She kissed his neck, brushed her small, hard tits against his chest. "I've never done anything in the water before."
"And you ain't now. Come on!" Roger started walking his way toward the shore. She let him drag her along, but never let go his cock for a second. Roger found bottom and stumbled ashore. "Let go, damn it." Sheri let go. She pouted at him, then twirled a wet hank of her blonde hair and brushed it back and forth on her neck.
"Aren't I pretty? Don't you think I'm... "
"It doesn't have anything to do with that." Roger in his shorts floating in the lake and grabbed his jeans with an exasperated sound. Sheri felt cheated. If she didn't make her move quick, the whole evening would be a mess.
She ran at Roger hard, hit him in the stomach with her shoulder. They went down in a heap. Giggling, she wriggled hot way onto his chest and kissed his mouth hard. She wondered what her willowy, young body must feel like to him. Surely it must be feeling good. Roger's cock was hard as a chunk of steel. And ho was having trouble breathing right.
"Ohhhh Roger, you've been so nice to me. I wanted to be nice back." She licked his lips, then opened her mouth wide and kissed him again. Below she could feel that hard, hot cock pushing in the plumpness of her tummy. She wiggled and squirmed and thrust her slim hips up and down as if she were fucking already. Roger gasped, then he caught her bottom in both his hands.
"Sheri. . ."
"Oh, doesn't it feel good?" She licked him like a cat. Her blonde hair hung down on either side of his face. The long grass tickled every time she moved.
Roger tried to get up. He rolled Sheri off of him and got to his hands and knees. But she tasted blood now. She knew he was weakening. She knew she could have him if she just tried hard enough. That powerful looking cock swung heavily under his belly. Sheri squirmed half under him and got a good hold on it. Its size made her tremble. With careful fingers she forced the skin back until the purple head glistened nakedly.
"SOOO big," she gasped, "so darn big."
"Sheri. This can't be . ."
She kissed his belly, looked tremblingly at his cocktip. "But I'm no dummy. I know how to please a man." Before she could lose her courage, she pushed her lips around the exposed barb of Roger's cock. It was a terribly daring thing to do, but she felt that if she could excite that sensitive crown, she would have him. He would fall in love with her then. An older man. . . and she'd have him wound around her little finger. She had images of herself riding around town in his big, white car. Her lips sucked noisily at the flared ridge of his cock. Roger groaned like he was losing consciousness. Her tongue lashed the cockhead. Then she pulled her lips free and lay on her back beside him.
"Roger. .. Ohh Roger, do it to me now! Fuck me!" She worked her trim ass in slow circles, thighs spread to invite him between them. He looked at her for a moment, his breathing labored. Then he gave a moan and foil between her slender, pubescent legs.
"oh... god forgive me!"
"Yes!" Sheri sighed, the breath pressed from her chest by the heavy man. He kissed her hungrily, kissed her even bettor than she'd been kissing him. She found herself caught in a storm of love, His hands were everywhere, touching. His fingers kneading her inexperienced flesh. His lips sucked powerfully at her breast. The nipple burned wonderfully as he nibbled and licked it.
"Tongue so rough. ." she moaned, pumping her trim hips furiously. The tip of his big cock was pressing against her mound. He was teasing her like that, just giving her a taste of it. She humped her body, rocked her hips. But still that engorged head hung out of reach.
"You're just a kid . . . my kid," Roger moaned. Sheri was too excited to concentrate on his exact words but it sounded like Roger was getting things all mixed up. She reached her thin arms around his neck.
"I'm not a virgin, Roger," she whispered hotly. "Don't be afraid of hurting me."
"Ohh damnit, Sheri..."
His cock was nestled into the tight hollow what her asshole began. She lurched her hips upwards, pressing her soft circle around the bulging tip. That was when Roger lost what little control he had left. He grabbed her see-sawing bottom and jabbed forward.
"Wow." He we lots bigger than Robby and the stretched feeling hurt slightly as he penetrated her. But it turned quickly to a lovely ache. Again she was being fucked and being fucked was about the best feeling in the world. "Nuuhhnnn... Ohhhhh, it's nice! Isn't it Roger? Isn't it?"
"Yeah...baby...!" He was nibbling her shoulders, rubbing her small breasts with his hands. Then he seemed to hold her everywhere so he could force more of his huge prick into her stretched but slippery pussy! Thank god a girl was really nice and slick, Sheri thought. She knew it was the only way someone so small could handle such a big cock like Roger had.
Roger moved again and she felt his hot shaft sliding deep. It rubbed the outer petals as it plunged in and out. The friction was light and tickly. She felt the tension building already. Her clit stood out from the sappy juicy membranes like a tiny cock that wanted to join the fun. She tilted her hips in a way that let the sensitive nubbin rub against Roger's body.
"It feels so big.. .way inside.. that part that's all swollen up . . ."
Sheri was in ecstasy. The warmth of the older man's caresses, the way he held her so lovingly. She had the eerie feeling of being a baby in her daddy's arms. But of course she wouldn't remember that far back. Her dad had left home when she was too young to know what was going on. . She hugged Roger against her breasts, pretending. Was it wrong to make believe your father was fucking you? Probably. Sheri had learned early on that just about everything a person daydreamed was wrong. But she'd always had a mind of her own. She made up her own rules. And she rarely felt the guilt that made most people miserable.
"Daddy," she breathed, not wanting Roger to hear. She was doing it for herself. And sure enough, the taboo words set off more explosions between her trembling thighs. She fucked her hips wildly and breathed the words again. "Ohhhh Daddy..."
"What? What did you say?"
"Nothin. Just that I'm glad you wanted me like this? She offered her mouth to him. Roger took it, plunging his tongue between her teeth. Sheri sucked at it ravenously and the older man trembled with excitement. She was sure he'd never seen a girl so young that knew how to do things like that. She was proud of herself for learning so fast.
Roger managed to slide the last inch of his cock into her body. She felt all pushed around inside...all full of hot meat. She tilted her hips and felt his tip poke against the inside of her abdomen. Sheri was as surprised as Roger. She hadn't thought that she would be able to take every last inch of that huge shaft. But she had! And she still didn't feel anything pushing against the end of her tube.
"Sooo deep," she gasped, tossing her hair as he kind her. "You're really, really deep . . . I can't believe how, deep it is."
He pushed her thick hair back from an ear and started to lick and nibble the sensitive flesh. Sheri shuddered as his tongue poked into the tiny hole. His spit crackled and made her hug her arms around the small of his back. She was starting to pant like a dog.
"Yesssss! Ohhhh yesss!"
"Can you feel me way inside?" Roger whispered.
"Oh god yes!" She moved her trim ass, to tighten the slick folds inside her body. Roger closed his eyes and held his breath. She knew he could feel what her slippery surfaces were doing to that swollen knob at the tip of his cock. She moved again, concentrating on the exact angle that would do it right. Her concentration seemed to be working. Roger's mouth went slack and he sucked a quick breath as her muscles constricted around the base of his cock and then tightened all the way up into her body. At last she was squeezing that delicate barb again, rubbing her velvety slickness against it as she plunged her hips up and down.
She felt confident of her ability to please a man. A real grown-up man. And she wasn't the least bit shy about the realities of the situation. When she sensed that Roger's breathing was becoming more labored, she kissed him then whispered against his ear.
"If you're gonna come, why don't you let me put on a rubber for you. I got one." He looked at her with amazement.
"God, I can't believe you...."
"Hurry, I think I can feel it about to go off."
And she could. She could feel the swollen head pulling with each beat of Roger's heart. It was close to spurting hot cream deep into her body.
It was the one thing she knew she had to be careful about. Something like that could end a girl's fun pretty quick.
Roger cased his cock from her hole. As it came free of the tightened muscles around the opening of her pussy, Sheri trembled with the itchy goodness of it all. She was close to coming herself. She limped to the bush where she'd thrown her dress. But when she'd dug the foil packet from the pocket and turned, Roger was hopping on one leg, trying to get the other one in his jeans.
"Roger. .." She ran to him.
"We can't do this, Sheri. I'll tell you why ... He groaned. "Don't do that . . . baby, please don't touch me."
Sheri wasn't about to give up now. She had his juice-drenched dick in her hands. She worked the foreskin down over his tip and back again. She was on her knees before him and kissed the fronts of his thighs. Roger's fingers loosened on his pants. They slipped down to his ankle.
"No, Sheri. I can't let this happen. I can't let it go on. Don't you see? Don't you know the truth?" Sheri didn't care about anything but the hunger that gnawed inside her. It was a fever, an insatiable hunger. The more she fucked, the more she wanted to fuck. And here before her was a lovely, hard prick. She couldn't let it go to waste. In her furious desire to keep Roger's interest, she began to lick the underside of his shaft. She ran her tongue daringly under the loose foreskin. As its soft-rough surface sanded the swollen lobes under his tip, Roger's knees shook. He liked it! She could hold him that way for sure!
"It's so pretty," she whimpered, "your cock ... I love your cock." And then Sheri let her lips slip wetly around the streamlined shape. She let Roger's cock enter her mouth with agonizing slowness. He had stopped breathing now. He'd forgotten about getting his jeans on, too. She worked her tongue very slowly across the feverish head. She made circles, then troughed it so she could plunge ft way back. When she really stretched she could almost reach his balls. More cock inched into her mouth. She told herself that she wouldn't gag. If it would please Roger, she had to keep from choking. More cock slid between her teeth. It was more than she'd ever had in her mouth now. And she was taking it.
"Sheri. . . don't. .. god in heaven, don't!"
"Mmmmmnmm," she cooed, digging the point of her tongue into the hot spot between his cock's lobes. Roger's body jerked. Again his knees wobbled and he thrust his fingers in her blonde hair. She breathed noisily through her flared nostrils. She hooked her hands around the backs of her thighs so she could slide back and forth on the steaming chunk of meat that site was feasting on. Little by little she'd forced it into her throat and now she found she could swallow with the thing jammed back there. She could swallow without gagging. And everytime she swallowed, her throat closed down around the slick head.
"Shereeeee! Damn!"
She went on smacking and sucking, the saliva dripping from her chin. Roger lurched once as if he was trying to jerk his prick away from her hungry mouth. But she had a firm grip of his thighs and she was dragged along with him, her tongue never losing a beat.
Roger leaned heavily against the fender of his Lincoln. Sheri felt really strange. Like she'd become something wild, some crazed animal who'd latched onto this man to suck his juices. And she knew of course that in a few seconds it would happen.
But she clung fast to Roger's body, her head bobbing, her lips hot and wet around the shiny shaft. She'd long ago licked off all her own juices. But her mouth welled with spit. It dripped into the grass between Roger's feet. Her chin was shiny with it and so were her breasts.
"Stop . . . Sheri . . . god damn it!"
"Mm mmmmnnnnooo," she moaned through her nose. The tip of his cock was very, very taut now. And it had swollen suddenly much larger. She caressed it lovingly with her tongue, teasing his approaching come until it hung there like a bomb.
"Uhhhhh," Roger groaned, his fingers tightening in her blonde hair. very slowly, Sheri sucked his bursting glans with the flat of her tongue. And it happened. She went dizzy as a frothing flood of cream rolled out of the tiny slit. The next surge Was jetted powerfully against the roof of her mouth. She took him quickly to the back of her throat, suppressed her urge to gag and then began to swallow.
Roger let out a cry of excitement and sank to his knees in the long grass. Sheri went with him, careful to keep her lips tightly clamped at the base of his cock. The sound of her gulping down his stringy sap excited her too. She dug a finger into her slit and began to rub her clit furiously. The stuff was really coming fast now. She couldn't possibly wolf it all down in time. A whitish dribble poured from one nostril.
"Sheri.. . you . .. you . .. didn't stop, god damn!"
He was on his back now, legs spread wide. She hunkered over him, devouring every droplet she could swallow, letting the rest spurt from the corners of her mouth. He pumped his hips and dug his heels at the ground. She sat between his knees, bent over to nurse and suck the wondrous cock that was spouting hot curds of jizz in to her throat. Sheri was proud. She'd done it! She'd sucked a grown man dry. She'd given somebody good head, is Annie said. She was a real woman now.
"Get dressed," Roger said. He sounded mad as hell. Sheri opened her eyes. She'd been drowsing in the grass, almost asleep. As soon as she'd milked Roger dry, she'd cuddled down next to him and tickled her clit until a small but nice orgasm had trembled through her young body. She had been hoping that when he rested a little, he'd want to put on the rubber and really take care of her. She thought she deserved a little attention after what she'd done for him. But now this anger. She scrambled up, confused and hurt.
"What's wrong, Roger?" She took his hand but the older man shook it off.
"I said to get dressed, damn it. I'm taking you home."
Roger hardly spoke to her on the way home. She pouted by the window. She felt close to team. She'd been so confident, so happy that she knew the ropes. And now she was more confused than ever. What reason did he have for being angry? She'd licked his cock, drunk his seed. She wondered if she'd made some awful mistake. She wondered if she'd overlooked a secret she was as yet ignorant of.
"Roger?"
"Just sit there, will you? Don't say a word. I don't feel so hot."
"I'm sorry. I thought..."
Roger touched her hand briefly, then went back to driving. They were silent the rest of the way home.
Chapter Seven
Mona felt wonderfully better when she stepped out of the shower. She'd been courageous enough to face thing instead of shoving them into the back of her mind. She even found herself laughing a little at the way her brother had managed to seduce her.
She couldn't accept it as right. But she could at least smile. And it had done something healthy to her mind. It had jarred her out of a year-long depression. She felt, like she was in contact with the world again. She was aware of her body and her body's needs.
What was bettor, she was thinking of Roger in a completely different way. She could understand now why he had left her in the first place. She'd been a tense, fearful person. She'd demanded too much of him. She'd wanted security for security's sake, forgetting that there was much pleasure, to be had from life. Roger had been too easy going for all that. And he'd left.
"If only I could get those years back again," she said to herself, slipping a short dress over her hips. She picked a silky blouse to go with it and brushed her hair.
She was thinking of Roger again. He looked so good after all these years. He looked sexier than he had as a young man. And after all, he had remembered them. He had come back to try and make things right. She glanced at the check on her dresser. Just then the doorbell rang.
"Coming," she called, hurrying downstairs. She threw back the door and smiled at her ex-husband. He looked at her in a strange way.
"That's the first time I've seen you smile since.."
"Roger. Come in, won't you?" She looked behind him. "Where's Sheri?"
"She wanted off at a friend's house. I figured it would be okay with you."
Mona led him into the living room. "I'm glad she's not hers. I have something to say...just for your ears.
She bent close so that he could see the tops of her breasts. She'd chosen just the blouse to do it. Had her ex-husband forgotten how he had once worshipped her large, high-riding tits? She could see quickly that he had not.
"I guess I should start with a long explation. I should go into all the mistakes I made and how long it took me to grow up." They sat down and she took his hand. "But I think I'll just leave that for later."
Roger looked at her with obvious passion. "Mona . . ."
"I've been a damned fool, Roger."
"I wasn't any prize back then." His eyes flicked down to the hem of her skirt. She crossed her legs slowly.
"What are you thinking of right now?" she asked, squeezing his fingers in hers. "Why darling you're blushing."
"I was thinking..." he swallowed hard, "of eating your pussy." Mona closed her eyes and sucked in a slow breath.
"Oh god. My panties just got awful wet."
Roger pulled her against him. They kissed slowly, like old friends rediscovering each other. His hand worked gently under her sheer skirt. When his finger caressed the hot silk of her panty crotch, Mona began to unbuckle his jeans. "Just like old times," she cooed.
"Those tits. I can't believe they still look as good as ever."
"I guess I've been preserving them for you without even knowing."
She had his big cock out now, jacking the skin up and down. She'd always loved his cock. She had played with his foreskin many times, teasing him in a hundred different ways because he hadn't been circumcised. She loved the way it looked, sliding back to expose the ultra-sensitive head. She slid it back now and trembled to see the slick, purple knob all swollen and hot.
"I don't think I can wait five more seconds," he said, pushing a finger past her panties, shoving it deep into her pussy. She moaned and let a tit flop out of her blouse for him to suck.
They helped each other upstairs. She tickled him and he half carried her to the bed. Hurriedly they stripped off every stitch and then stood hugging in the middle of the room.
"How'd you keep from getting a beer belly?" she asked, smiling.
"It's there. I'm just sucking it in for you."
"Oh Roger. Roger, I..." His kiss smothered her words. He thrust his stiff cock against her belly as they kissed and felt each other wildly. Then he was moving her to the bed. He parted her full thighs open and scooted between them on his chest.
"Roger... god ... it's been so long!" She twined her fingers in his blond hair as he began to lick the outer surface of her mound. The dark curls parted wetly and then he was digging his tongue into the slippery crevice. She humped her back and pushed herself up for him to eat on. His mouth made a sucking sound as it entered between the outer lips. She felt her clit being sucked up from its juices.
"Nhhhhhaaaaaaa!"
"You taste like you always tasted."
"Ohhhh Roger!"
She stretched her legs so wide that her hip popped. Roger nibbled the inside of her dainty cunt. He swathed the glistening surface with his spit and plunged his tongue up into her hole. She bucked and threw her ass around on the bed as the excitement began to get to her.
"You're all woman," he growled, pushing his body up over hers. His hands kneaded her ass cheeks as he pushed the head of his cock between her feverish petals. Then she moved like she'd done a long time ago. It was their signal that she wanted him. Roger moved too, bringing his hips forward slowly. Inch by inch Mona could feel his thick meat filling her, filling her to the very end of her tube. When his body had settled against her mound, she kissed him hungrily.
"There still that old excitement isn't there?" she sighed.
"Yeah. Sure is."
They fucked for an hour. Mona came three times and wanted to try for four but she just couldn't suck Roger up for one last go. She understood completely. He'd spurted so much own that there was a wet place the size of a saucer between her legs and her thighs were smeared with drying curds. A man could only go so far and she'd taken him to the end of his particular road.
"Well," she sighed, fondling his wilted cock lovingly. "Now that we've seen how much fun we've missed these past years..."
"Could we make a go of it again Mona?" He touched her face. "Do you really think so?"
"Let's take the chance." She kissed the soft skin of his prick and lay back. Maybe someday she'd even have the nerve to tell Roger about Robby. But now what mattered most was having her ex-husband with her again. Living in the same house. Loving her whenever she needed it. And after all the luke-warm affairs she'd had with other men, she knew she needed it bad.
Chapter Eight
"I don't believe a word you say," Annie Faber whispered. But she kept staring at Sheri. Sheri smiled and nodded slowly. "It's true? A guy with a Lincoln Continental? In his thirties?"
"He was probably closer to forty. He's some friend of my dad's. I think he felt kind of guilty for doing it. But he really liked it."
"You really gave him head?" Annie bit her lip. "I can't hardly believe .."
"Smell my breath," Sheri said, leaning close.
"Wow! Yeah, you sure did."
"But after that he got all weird about what had happened and drove me home. So I'm still sitting on mine." She sighed and pulled a hand between her legs. "And it feels like a hair trigger."
"Well, if I was a boy," Annie giggled, winking. "Yeah, we tried all that a year ago, remember?" "It was kind of fun, but nothin's better than a cock slipping up your cunt." Annie stretched her long legs. She had on a slip but no panties and Sheri could see her brown cunt hair. If she hadn't known the truth, she might think her best friend was a virgin. There was certainly nothing on the outside which might indicate differently. But Annie was no virgin.
"Maybe I can go find Robby at the University library. He's either there, at class or at home. He's really a bookworm."
"I don't think I could do it with my very own uncle," Annie said, looking at a ragged fingernail. "That's incest."
"Yeah," Sheri said, licking her lips. "It's exciting. I didn't realize exactly why it was so taboo until I starting doing it with Robby. I really don't think that it bothers him that I'm his niece.
Annie jumped up. "Hey, I just remembered how good my electric toothbrush feels when I'm horny. You want to try it?"
Sheri got up, straightened her dress. "No. Think I'll just see if I can find Robby. I know if I can just get my hands on him, hell give in. He really likes my body. He's always sucking and kissing on it and telling me how pretty I am."
"Well, good luck. Ill call ya up later."
Yeah, bye." Sheri went down the walk and turned towards the university. Chances of finding her uncle were pretty slim really, but she was in bad shape. And just rubbing herself wasn't going to get the job done.
She hurried through the campus, watching couples with their arms entwined. She had to pause at the library steps. Her coat had rubbed as she walked in and in its swollen state that friction had gotten her half crazy with lust. She went into the old, cool building and entered the stacks. She knew where Robby's study cubicle was. He rented a desk on the third level way back by the anthropology section.
Before she got to the third level, Sheri ducked into on dark aisle and stripped her panties off. She held them clenched in her fist and hurried on. A few undergraduate boys took a long look at her willowy body and long legs as she swept past. Sheri smiled. If only they knew she wasn't wearing anything at all under that short dress.
Robby's cubicle was empty, but some of his books were stacked there and one lay open. He was looking for something down some dark aisle. Sheri started searching, breathless with want now that she was so close to finding her uncle.
She saw him at the far end of an aisle flipping through a book, his glasses perched on the tip of his nose. She crept up behind him and hugged him around the waist.
"Who . . .? What the hell ..?" he grabbed her wrist and turned. "Sheri! Christ, what are you doing here?"
"Lookin' for you," she grinned. She pushed her hands under his shirt and rubbed his belly. Then she stuffed her wadded panties down the front of his jeans. He reddened when he saw what she'd done.
"Damn... I think you're a little crazy."
"Crazy about you," she whispered, looking pouty for him. He pulled her panties from where she'd jammed them. Sheri watched him fold them carefully and slip them into his pocket.
"I've got a lot of work to do yet," he said. "I can't really..."
"It's so nice and gloomy back here," she said, looking around. It seemed like they were the only ones in the building. She walked a few steps to the end of the stack and leaned against the wall. Looking directly into his eyes, Sheri lifted the hem of her dress. When the edge came even with her mound, Robby swallowed hard and shook his head.
"Sheri, if your mother knew how you carry on..."
"You're not going to tell her, are you?"
"No. But.. ." He stopped, his eyes glued to the curls that peeked from under her dress. Sheri rolled her ass and let her eyes flutter closed. She heard him coming over to her but didn't look at him, didn't move.
"Sheri... Oh Sheri baby," he gasped, sliding a hand up the inside of her thigh. She moaned as her juices spilled out over his knuckles. She let her head flop forward on his chest.
"I felt like hell the other night. It's bad enough me being your uncle.
Plunging a hand down the front of his pants. She hooked her fingers under his cock and pulled it up straight in his underwear. Robby groaned and worked his finger up into her hole. More hot butter flooded out. Sheri felt some of it dripping down her leg.
"Ohhhhh Robby. I'm so horny! Fuck me darling, please fuck me!"
He lifted her up so that her feet was on the lowest shelf of a rack. It made her body just about the right height. He unbuckled his jeans and unzipped the fly hurriedly. She helped free his slender, hot cock from his shorts and held the tip against her partly open mound. It was swollen open, seeping juice down over the sensitive skin of her uncle's prick. Sheri could smell her own pungent musk, the odor of a female in heat.
"Ohhh wow, do I want it. Do I ever want it!" She tilted her slim hips to make the angle right. Robby was breathing hard now. She took his glasses off, folded them and put them in his shirt pocket. Then she tilted her face and kissed his mouth. It was a sloppy kiss with plenty of tongue.
Robby moaned with passion and got his hands up under her skirt good. She loved him to touch her trim ass like that. He smoothed each white cheek as he pressed upwards.
Sheri moved her feet a little wider on the shelf she balanced on. Then she knew the angle was exactly right. She knew because the swollen head of her uncle's cock was forcing past the tight circle of muscles where her hymen had once been.
"Nhhuuuhh...Ohhh god, that feels wonderful."
"If anybody comes down this aisle," Robby said, looking around, "I'll just pretend to be kissing you." It was a good idea. Even with Robby's hands on her ass, his cock in her cunt, the dress draped over their carnal act. And she could hold his jeans up, even with them hanging open in front.
Robby moved up into her. Sheri gasped as she felt his shaft slide past her hot petals. Her juices had done their work well. They drenched his dry prick slickly and as it penetrated her, Sheri felt her body open before him. Then he held himself as deep as he could go. She kissed his neck and babbled softly a she rocked her hips back and forth. She rubbed her sensitive clit against the base of his prick in hungry abandon. Robby nibbled her earlobe, caressed her bottom and even let his fingers slip into the plump crevice. She jerked with happy excitement as he gingerly touched her asshole.
"Ghhaaaa...Ohhhh, I could almost come right now."
"Why don't you?" Robby seemed nervous. He kept looking around like he thought somebody was coming. Sheri could tell he was afraid to really fuck hard. If somebody happened to look, he was probably afraid they'd know what was going on. Sheri sighed, plunged her ass in tight circles, hoping to excite him to action.
"Ohhh," she groaned, "Ohhhhh wow, ohhhh shit!"
"You're making too much noise."
"I can't help it! Your cock feels so wonderful inside me..."
"Shhhhhh."
"Oh Robby...fuck me a little...move it in and out!"
"Damn It, Sheri!"
She clung to him, unable to stop jerking and squirming over the stiff skewer of flesh that made her stand on her toes on the shelf. She was stuck full and it felt good. She grabbed Robby's face with both hands and started kissing him passionately. She shoved her pink tongue in and out of his mouth, moaning all the while. Robby was beginning to get excited. He grabbed her ass harder and began to move a little. The stiff rub of his shaft against her dripping parts was lovely. Sheri kissed him all the more feverishly. Her spit dripped down his chin, down his neck. She was bathing him with her hot tongue as she writhed on that steamy barb that had been thrust up into her belly.
"Yessss! Ohhhh god damn!"
"Sheri. . ."
"Ohhh I can feel it coming . .. Huuuhhhhh Mmmmmmmnnnn!"
The sound of her uncle's cock spearing in and out of her cunt was lovely. She could hear the soft suck of her petals around the stiff thing when he pulled back. And when he rammed again, there was a different sound. A squishy, sliding sound as her young pussy was filled. Holding it inside her deeply, Robby returned her furious kisses. He had her around her small waist, holding her down oh him as she wiggled with breathless passion.
"Thank god I found you," she breathed, nibbling his lip.
"You'd better pull off." Robby's muscles began to tense up, "Damn it Sheri, you'd better slow down!"
"Ohh, I've waited so long! I can't stop now. I'm gonna come, Robby! Let me come darling... please let me come!"
"But I'm gonna come too. We can't make a baby. "Sheri.. .Jesus!"
At that instant Sheri remembered something Annie had been talking about that very day. Something about how a girl could cool it for a man if she knew the right place to touch. Sheri had never tried it. But Annie had given her pretty good instructions. It had to do with that powerful gland up between a man's legs, just behind his ballsac. A girl could get to it by shoving a finger up a man's ass. Or she could exert pressure from the outside. Annie hinted that the asshole method was the best. Sheri wasn't sure she wanted to do that. Even if Robby let her, it would be a little rough on him without any Vaseline handy.
But he was breathing faster all the time. She knew that he would jerk away just before he spurted. And if he did that it would spoil her lovely climax. It dangled there before hen It would take only a little more friction, a little more nabbing. A few more seconds having that wonderfully slender prick up inside her softness.
"Wait for me, Robby," she gasped. "Don't come yet" She touched the place Annie had told her about. There was a lump up inside him. Just behind his balls like Annie had said. She pinched the flesh out with a thumb and finger. Yes, the lump was hard and it was pulsing. She squeezed more and the pulsing stayed about the same. She squeezed oven tighter and the throbbing died away a little. But Robby was making funny sounds in his throat.
"Jeeeeeesus chriiiiiist!"
Robby's fingers fluttered over her ass like he wasn't sure exactly what to do. But his cock was still very hard. Sheri didn't waste any time. She thrust her hips forward and back with frenzied jerks. Her clit was engorged with blood. It raked the sickened skin of her uncle's prick. She let her weight down on the ramrod inside her, keeping her fingers pinches on his prostate all the while.
Sheri knew that a fantastic pressure was building inside her uncle's body. His coming was being held off by the mere pressure of her fingers. But his cock tip had gotten huge inside her. She could feel how it was swelling, pounding. And it jerked with a steady, potent rhythm. If by accident her squeezing grasp slipped ... And it was a dangerous time of the month for her, too!
But it wouldn't be long now. She could feel her thundering pleasure. The tickling lust poured through every nerve of her body. Her breasts glowed. Her nipples burned. Her cunt felt as if it was being shot at by some magic ray gun. Pleasure flowed through her in blinding spasms. Her head flopped on her uncle's shoulder as she bucked her young body in delirious excitement.
As she came, she cried out. Robby covered her mouth with his hand but she moaned loudly through his fingers, biting them, licking them. Her ass wouldn't stop now. It was like she was having a seizure. Somehow she managed to keep her uncle's gland pinched tightly. But even that wouldn't work forever. She could tell by the rigid hardness of his cock that his come would explode in a few more seconds.
"Don't come in me," she breathed, fucking her pussy down hard against him. The last tremor of excitement made her twitch and drool against her uncle's cock. Then he was pushing her body up off of him. She felt his prick slip from her pussy. And a he pushed her aside, her grasp of the magic gland between his lets slipped at last.
Robby starred back a foot or two, his cock jutting upwards at a sharp angle. The first jet of cam leaped high in the air. The second spattered white flecks over Sheri's dress. Robby's face looked like someone was whipping him with barbed wire.
"God.. .Ohhhh shit!"
"Ohh Robby, let me help!" Sheri grabbed his slender shaft and began to jack him.
"Ahhhh.. . Yeah!" he grunted, relaxing against her shoulder, she milked the hot sap from his body. A puddle began to form on the floor between them and the strings plopped down. At last no more came out. Sheri wiped her hands on her dress and watched Robby force his blood thickened cock back into his underwear.
He kissed her goodbye and patted her bore bottom, mumbling something about seeing her later. Sheri felt good. She took a last look at her uncle wiping his glasses and opening a book again.
As she went up the stain to the main floor, she felt wonderfully wicked. What a naughty thing she'd done. And right in the middle of a stuffy old library.
An attendant at the desk eyed her with obvious lust as she passed through the turnstile. She smiled at him and slinked down the hall and out of the building. She felt the relief that only good sex could bring her. But before she went home, she began to tense up again. Could she want more already? Yes, she did! It was unbelievable, but she could almost feel another cock forcing its way into her body. She wanted to spread her legs and get fucked again. Right that moment! It was kinda scary.
"What's happening to me?" she said aloud as she turned up the walk to her house. "Am I sick or something?"
Sheri stopped just inside the front door. Roger! What was he doing standing there with Mona. He had his arm around her. They were smiling at her. She frowned, tilted her blonde head.
"Roger? Mona?" Mona came forward and hugged Sheri to her.
"Sheri, I have some wonderful news. It all happened so quickly, I'm not sure it's real. But . . well. . ."
"What is it, mother?"
"I guess I'd better start by telling you who Roger really is." She bit her lip, then went on. "I made him promise he wouldn't tell you himself.
But I've been a fool. Sheri darling, Roger is your father. Your real father."
Mona looked at Sheri. Sheri felt her knees give. She stared at the tall, blue-jeaned man with hair the same color as her own. He shook his head and frowned, signaling her not to blab what had happened.
"God," she mumbled, "my dad?"
"Yes," Mona gushed, "and we're going to try living together again. We're going to remarry." Mona held Sheri back from her and smiled. "You'll have a father. Won't that be wonderful?"
"Yeah. Sure." Sheri felt like someone had struck her between the eyes. Out of Mona's sight, Roger was still motioning her to keep still. She gave him a brief nod. She was too much in shock to start pouring out the succulent details of their little romp in the woods. Now she could understand why Roger had acted so strangely. She blushed remembering the blatant way she'd thrown herself at him. He'd resisted, but she'd finally broken him down. She'd used her coltish body, her youth, her sexuality. She'd made the temptation too good for him to resist. Even though he washer very own father! She slumped against her mother. The guilt was there. Fucking her dad was pretty heavy. When it came to good old-fashioned sin, it sure beat hell out of making it with uncle Rob. But as soon as the first shock had passed through her consciousness, Sheri was surprised and a little upset to find her emotions about her father still very much intact. He was a beautiful man. Mature, good-looking. Suddenly she was getting excited. She was thinking about the size of his cock?
"I better go upstairs," she blurted. "I'm very happy for both of you."
"She'll be okay," she heard her mother say.
Sheri closed her bedroom door and sat on the bed.
"Damn it," she hissed, "he's mine! He's my daddy! Mona can't have him. She just can't."
Chapter Nine
That evening after supper Mona was feeling better than she had in years. She and Roger sat in the front room talking about ol times and about some of the things that had happened to them since they'd separated.
Mona closed the door quietly behind her. The room was dark except for a sliver of light under the bathroom door. She could see a shape in her bed. The shape moved. She tried to think of something appropriate to say but nothing seemed quite right. So instead of talking, she moved to the foot of the bed where Robby could see her. Then slowly, she undressed.
If it hadn't been for the wine, she would've been shy to say anything. As it happened, she was somewhat amused by how everything had turned out. Still, there was something in the back of her mind that told her she was heading into unexplored territory. How was she supposed to behave? How was she supposed to divide herself between two men?
Robby broke the silence. "Mona?" "Yes, Robby?"
"I'm kinda scared." "Me too. But I'm excited too." She was naked now and she got in bed with Robby and began to kiss his chest and touch his hard, slender cock with both hands. He lay on his back, legs spread slightly, letting her do what she wanted. She smiled at him. "It's like everything we used to do as kids had finally come to this. . ."
"This reminds me of old times," he said. "You were always the one who started the ball rolling."
"Like this?" Mona breathed, kissing his belly and then letting her wet tongue drag down the length of his hard cock. Robby moaned and worked his hips.
"God. . .Yeah!"
Mona heard Roger coming down the hall. But instead of getting embarrassed or letting her emotions become too mixed, she went on with what she was doing. She straddled her younger brother and held his cock up at the right angle to hr pussy. She could feel the heat of the head touching her outer lips.
Roger stepped into the room. She heard him stripping off his clothes. He was watching her, she knew it. And while he watched, she guided Robby's cock into her dark, slippery hollow. Her petals closed around the shaft as the bulging knob slid into her with a soft, sucky sound. Without a word, Roger had climbed onto the bed. He was touching Mona's back and thighs. She felt his lips on the nape of her neck. Hot thrills burned up and down her belly. Her big breasts felt swollen at the nipples. She pressed their softness down against her brother's chest as Roger kept kissing and touching her.
The next thing she knew Roger was straddling her breasts, his big balls dragging over the nipples. She sighed, knowing what he meant to do. He was going to push his cock in her mouth again, even though it had lost its hardness. The sloppy sound for her pussy being eaten started taking its effect on her mood.
She pushed her hands between Robby's legs and fondled his balls. Both his cock was still only half hard. Again she sucked it between her teeth and drove her tongue back and forth along its underside. The meat grew firmer, warmer. The head expanded as trapped blood filled it out.
"Ohhh my god! I've never felt anything like this in my life! Oh Jesus Christ. . it's wonderful! It's fantastic. Oh Roger. . .Ohhh Robby! Ohhh fuck, fuck!"
The two men moved their bodies, pressing her tightly between their muscled heat. She was being speared with steady, rhythmic thrusts. Speared through both holes.
"Ghaaaa!" she moaned as Roger moved the three of them so she was over Robby again.
Fucking wildly now, Robby got his face down to one of her tits. As he sucked the rigid nipple between his teeth and began to tongue it. Mona parted her legs and held them out stiffly, her toes pointed. Roger rammed all the way into her guts. She could feel his abdomen warm against her ass cheeks as he lunged to get the last inch into her. And Robby was fucking to the hilt. The butter seeped from her pussy as they wiggled and jerked on the bed.
Mona had never climaxed so quickly in her life. It hit her like a leather whip. She threw her head up and screamed, every muscle shuddering with the jolting thrills. Her asshole tightened down around the base of Roger's big cock and he grunted with pleasure as he delved into the feverish secrets of her guts.
She bucked as the spasms became intense. The itchy heaven between her thighs exploded as the steady friction of Roger's prick in her ass made it get better and better and better.
Mona realized that a cock was a wonderful thing for a woman to have in her mouth. And Roger's tongue was lovely inside her pussy too! Could-they all three go on living in the same house without jealousy? She remembered her daughter Sheri for a brief moment.
"Ohhh suck me harder, darling," she whimpered. Then Robby pushed his slender cock into her mouth again and she couldn't talk. She was in a kind of daze when the two men positioned themselves on their knees before her.
"Both of you?" she gasped, looking at the two pricks. One long and slender, the other long, too, but thicker, heavier. She began to suck one and then the other, sliding her mouth back and forth, trying to satisfy the lusts of both her lovers. After a while, she found that the best technique was to jack both cocks as she sucked. That way when she was giving her attention to one, the other didn't feel left out.
Listening closely to their gasps and groans, she timed her sucking and jacking until she had both of them trembling on the edge of ecstasy. Then she pulled them together so that the head of each cock was touching. Somehow she got her mouth part way around the throbbing, taut cock tips as the sap frothed from both.
"Ohhh yesss!" she sighed, lapping the cummy blend up as fast as it spurted out. Both Robby and Roger had their hands in her hair, moving her, urging her to drain them dry.
By now she had come to love the taste of male sap. And she wasn't happy until she'd cleaned up every last speck of white, licked her lips like a happy cat and curled between their bodies again.
Chapter Ten
That was how Sheri found them. She knew Mona thought she'd gone to spend the night with Annie Faber. But Sheri hadn't been able to stay away. She was mad, of course, about the sudden union between Roger and Mona. After she'd gotten over the shock of finding out he was her father, Sheri only wanted him that much more. Somehow she thought that their kinship gave her even mare right than Mona had. It was all pretty kinky thinking, she knew. But she couldn't disregard the impulse inside her. She'd been hoping to find Roger by himself. She'd wanted to talk to him. But when she discovered them-all three of them- cuddled in Mona's bed, Sheri went red with rage.
At first she only wanted revenge. Mona had Robby and Roger both. What a glutton. What a wonderful person to have as a mother. She didn't have a single moral left. But Sheri had to forget that line of thought. She was no one to talk about morals. She'd gladly fucked her uncle and seduced her father. Even though she hadn't known that Roger was kin to her, she felt responsible. Especially since she still wanted to make it with him.
But now she was on her way, where? Away from that dumb house and those dumb people. She was mad at every one of them. Mad at herself. Mad. She tried crying a little but quickly decided that her mood didn't call for tears. And the further away she got from the scene she'd accidentally stumbled upon, the more she mellowed. Until at last she found herself growing excited thinking about the things Roger and Robby must have done to Mona before she peeked into the room.
"Lucky Mona," she said to herself. For the first time she became conscious of where her angry walk had taken her. She was on the University campus. Since Robby was obviously attending to other matters, she couldn't guess why she'd wandered here. Until she remembered the look she'd gotten from the young man at the check-out desk at the library.
Her cunt tingled with anticipation. She hurried down the walk, sandals slapping in the darkness.
"We're going to close in fifteen minutes," the man said. It was the same guy all right. He had shoulder-length hair, light brown in color. And that twinkle in his eyes told her he remembered.
"I'll hurry," she said, pushing through the turnstile. There was hardly anyone around. She could almost hear her heart pounding as she clapped down the steps to the deepest, darkest level. She passed an older man with books under his arms as he headed for the exit. When she was sure she was alone, she slipped the fat joint from her jeans and lit it. She'd rolled it up at Annie's house and tucked it in her pants for later. She figured that later had finally come. She felt like getting crazy. She wanted to get all that tangled mess out of her Skull. Whenever she was confused, Sheri took a toke. Grass had a way of stirring the whole mess up like an omelet. So when she came down thing weren't so ass backwards. It was weird how it worked, but it always did.
After the third toke, she knew she would be able to make out somehow. With Roger around, Mona would certainly be easier to live with. And Robby ... Who could say about Robby? She smiled and dipped a finger down under the front of her jeans. The sudden voice frightened her.
"Closing time," the guy with long hair said. Sheri jerked her hand out of her jeans.
"Ohhhhh . . ."
"I don't know who in hell you are," he said, "but you're sure something else."
"I couldn't find what I was looking for." She smiled a silly smile. The roach had gone out in her fingers. They guy looked at the twisted joint and shook his head. But he was still grinning.
"You come down here to smoke grass. And you're not a student at the University. They look young nowadays, but not..." He let his eyes trip over her boyish, leggy figure. Sheri was stoned. She pushed her chin out defiantly.
"So what are you going to do about it?" "I could call the campus police." He bored into her with his brown eyes. She trembled, but wasn't really all that scared. She knew he wasn't about to call any cops.
"You won't do that."
"Nope. Come on." He took her hand.
"Where to?"
"To my place. I want to question you."
Sheri stretched her naked body on the bed. The lights were low. A rock record thumped along from a small speaker suspended from the ceiling. The long-haired guy named Jesse hung his jeans over the back of a chair and knelt beside her.
He touched her long blonde hair, let it fall against her breasts.
"Yeah. They call it carnal knowledge. That's why I came to college." He eyed her hungrily. Sheri watched him take a rubber from its package and roll it down over the head of his cock. It was a lovely cock. The rubber was peach-colored. Sheri had never seen anything like it.
"You don't have an older brother who's gonna come looking for me, do you?" Jesse asked,
"Nope, no brother." Sheri put her hands on his shoulders. Jesse kissed her mouth softly, lowered his body down between her quivering thighs. As his cock touched the tender insides of her crevice, she hugged him. "Let's pretend that you're my brother," she whispered.
"I knew you had a kink somewhere." he said. Sheri giggled.
"It's a little one." She tilted her bottom up. "Ohhhhh, you're so hard and you smell good too. I've always wanted a brother that smelled good."
Jesse drove his cock hard into her pussy. Sheri let her eyes flutter closed as her bottom thrust furiously against the slick low flat filled her.
"Can you feel my pussy?" she gasped, raking her nails across his back.
"God yes! You're really tight and nice." He smiled and kissed her. "I always wanted a nice, tight sister."
"Wow Jesse... Ohhhh wow!" Sheri clutched her new man and plunged her ass in circles as she felt the excitement build where his wonderful prick fucked and fucked and fucked.
