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     This story is fiction, and should be treated as such.
     The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY,
and contains descriptions of explicit sex.  If you are not an
adult, or reading sex stories upset you, do not read any further.
     I am NOT the author.  I don't have the talent to write these
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     I can only be ... "TheEditor".





                        The Married Sister

                         By Eric Courtney



                             Chapter 1

     It was a lovely morning. But, then, it was always a lovely
morning in San Diego. A Mr. Branson, retired, henpecked, was out
tending his garden bright and early. His wife was pleased with his
sudden interest in gardening. Actually, old Branson didn't care a
hang about flowers or lawns, they were all weeds to him. What he
did care about and why he was out in the garden bright and early
every morning was for the pleasure and excitement of seeing their
neighbor, young Gail Hanover, walk out of her house and down to
the mailbox and then back up the path again.
     On what Branson called "good days" she would open the mail
then walk slowly back up the path to the house. The slower, the
better, for Branson's interests. This particular morning, he
positioned himself in a corner of the yard, crouching over a bed
of marigolds and pretending to dig while his eyes looked through
his bushy eyebrows and he waited.
     And Gail was well worth the waiting. Yesterday, she had come
down to the mailbox dressed in a lounging gown and old Branson had
gritted his teeth against his anger at being disappointed then
almost fell in a bed of tulips as, while she was opening the mail,
her gown fell open and he saw one leg up to the hip bone. It was
an indelible image he would savor late at night while lying next
to his snoring wife. She was wearing high heels under the gown and
her leg showed itself off beautifully with slim tapered ankles
curving out into well-rounded calves. Then--and every time Branson
thought of it, his mouth went dry--a thigh. Not just any thigh,
but full, voluptuous thighs that seemed to swoop out in pure white
firmness. And all she was wearing was a rose-red bikini panty!
     Branson had to close his eyes when he thought of how the
panties stretched tight across her hips, revealing the soft bulge
of one pelvic bone and the way the material caught tight and was
tense at the V of her crotch.
     It was only for a split second, but old Branson had seen it
and found himself shaking. "By God, if I were only twenty years
younger!" he had muttered.
     The postman had delivered the mail, turned the flag up and
Branson was in position. His only regret was the fact that he
couldn't get closer.
     Gail Hanover came out of the house. She had risen early,
determined to clean. It was such a bright and sunny day, she saw
no reason for wearing a lot of clothes. A pair of shorts and one
of Rod's old white shirts pulled and knotted around her slim waist
seemed enough. She came from the house barefoot and old Branson
crouched like some old satyr and peered through his white picket
fence.
     Gail came down the path tossing her hair. It was beautiful
jet-black hair and contrasted sharply with her pale blue eyes. The
tights were old and rose high on her hips, almost revealing her
hip bones. A pair of hip huggers she had cut off, they slung low,
revealing her navel which Branson saw with rippling flesh. The V
of the huggers fit tight over her crotch. Gail enjoyed the slight
pressure and excitement they afforded her and walked in a hip
undulating fashion to heighten the sensation.
     Old Branson fell to one knee as he craned forward, his now
sweating face no more than three inches from the fence as he saw
her bending to open the mailbox. My God! he thought, that young
chippie isn't wearing a bra!
     It was true. Her ample breasts seemed to shift under her
husband's shirt and the nipples made little reverse indentations
on the cotton, sticking out in a provocative way.
     Branson quickly swiped at his upper lip, removing
perspiration. Gail was a lovely thing to look at: slim, big
breasted, long legs, thick hair and a lovely face with a small
nose, almost snub-nosed, and a large, sensuous mouth. She looked
just like the girls he saw in Playboy magazine whenever he went
down to the drugstore to get prescriptions filled. She was better
than anything he had ever seen in a magazine. She was real! And
she was across the street, tearing open a letter and practically
naked.
     As he watched, she read a letter hastily, a smile coming over
her face. Then, in a spontaneous movement, she jumped up and down
with glee, her breasts shaking and quivering.
     To his disappointment, she turned to run to her house. Then,
his luck holding, she dropped a letter and bent over, her back to
him, and picked it up. For one moment of glorious agony, Branson
saw her hips and buttocks fan out and her shorts ride high up and
be caught in the deep crevice between her legs. She straightened
and walked on to the house, the two smooth, undulating cheeks of
her buttocks in plain sight bouncing up and down.
     If it had been any other day and any other letter, Gail might
have heard a moan from the yard across the way and looked to see
what was happening. But, not today. She held in her hand THE
letter. Everybody gets at least one letter in their life which
they can deem important. They can look back to that time and say,
"My life changed that day."
     So it was for Gail. She ran into the house excited, not
knowing what she was going to do or if there was anything she
should do.
     She stood in their living room and laughed softly. She read
the letter again, taking in every word. It was so very brief.
     DARLING, LEAVING THIS HELLHOLE IN ONE WEEK AND FLYING BACK
HOME TO YOU. LOVE, ROD.
     Airmailed and postmarked two days ago. A quick calculation
told her he might be home by next weekend. Gail felt good, better
than she had felt in weeks. If old Branson hadn't been so
interested in her body and his own frustrated thoughts, he would
have noticed that Gail wasn't a happy girl; that she was, in fact,
a deeply troubled human being. If horny old Branson had looked
closely, he would have seen the telltale signs of much drinking
the night before.
     Rod had been in Vietnam a year and she had lived alone,
having few friends and occasionally working for the Kelly Girls,
taking office jobs when they seemed suitable and the mood hit her.
Most of her friends were the wives of servicemen, like herself,
waiting for their men to come home.
     Then Lee, her younger brother came to visit her and stay.
Although a warm day, Gail shivered, thinking about him and his
visit. At home, when they were growing up, Lee, one year younger,
had always been a wild one, getting into all sorts of trouble. At
first, it had been dismissed as "coltish behavior", and "sowing
his wild oats." Later, it had gotten more serious: drinking
escapades and stories of wild parties. Lee ran with a crowd that
was considered disreputable and Gail had nothing to do with them.
One night Lee had come home drunk and surprised Gail as she lay in
bed reading a book. He had attacked her. The word "attack" was
never really mentioned and the whole thing was smoothed over as a
joke. Lee being so drunk he "didn't know where he was." At least
that is what Gail's mother had said. Her mother had a special
attachment to Lee that Gail used to wonder about. Near forty, her
mother was still a fine looking woman.
     When Rod came along, the whole world changed and it wasn't
long before they were married and moved to San Diego. And then
Gail's mother wrote to say that Lee was coming out to see her
right after school let out. Lee was attending an eastern college.
In his first year, he had been almost kicked out. Several students
had been arrested in an apartment off campus. Seems a sex party
had been going on and one girl claimed that she had been raped.
     And Lee had come to visit Gail.
     Despite his sardonic and unpredictable ways, Gail loved her
brother. His aggressiveness and his sharp tongue didn't bother
her; she thought, that with time, he would change. When he first
came, she had been struck by how different they were. She was to
learn, to her horror and shame, how very much alike they were in
at least one way.
     He had showed up one morning in front of her house, a
sleeping bag on his back, his hair too long and unkempt, his lips
twisted in that old grin. "Hiya. Man, you're something else."
     After she had fed him and he talked of their parents, she sat
down across the table from him and looked at him carefully. He had
grown, he was no longer just her little brother, he was a man. And
that same mischievous look was on his face. Only, now, there was
something more there. The impish quality had become hard, there
was a glitter and gleam to his eye that disturbed her. What was
it? It seemed to her they were shrewd eyes old beyond belief.
There was a cynical edge to his voice, a strange dry quality that
told you there was little that he hadn't done.
     Standing with Rod's scrawled hasty letter in her hand, Gail
shivered again. She slumped into a chair and stared off. What was
she going to do? How could she tell Rod? What would happen, how
would she feel when Rod was finally in front of her took her in
his arms? How would she respond? Would it be the same as before?
     Or, would she, in some unpredictable way, give herself away?
How would she act in the throes of passion?
     Her depression came back and she felt the need of a drink.
Just one, she told herself, then put her hand to her head and
closed her eyes. She had to face this thing, she had to think it
out. More than anything, she had to resolve it in her own mind.
     She had been always told and felt it was true that she was a
person of character. Setting her jaw, she carefully folded Rod's
letter and put it away in the desk with all of his letters that
she had kept. She could not resist sitting and rereading some of
them, tears brimming in her eyes. She loved Rod and he was the
only man ever to have her ... until Lee, her brother, came to
visit.
     She couldn't stand it any longer. She slammed the desk drawer
shut then swiveled to the kitchen where she poured a drink of
scotch into a glass and sat down at the kitchen table. I don't
care if it's morning and this is a stupid thing to do. I want to
think, she told herself.
     She swallowed the scotch and made a face, feeling it burn
down and hit her empty stomach. Hastily, she made some Instant
coffee and poured the rest of the scotch in the cup and sat down
to sip and think.
     One of the wonders of the human mind is its adaptability.
Gail had not once allowed herself to think of what happened with
Lee since he had gone. While it was happening and while he was
staying with her, she could think of nothing else. When he left,
something in her brain shut off. An instinct told her she needed
time to think, to recover. She became busy with hundreds of
chores. She visited girl friends and baby sat. She went alone to
movies and when she had seen them all, when there was nothing to
do or no one to see, when it was night and she was alone with only
the TV playing endlessly, she drank. She drank heavily and many
mornings awoke to find herself still on the couch, clothed, with
the television hissing a pale blue screen in the corner. Her head
would ache and her stomach was sour and she took long showers and
plenty of aspirin.
     And she dreaded becoming a secret drinker, a furtive
alcoholic.
     She would sit for hours, smoking, drinking, longing for Rod
and wanting so much to talk with him. Then, thinking of what
happened, she dreaded the idea of Rod coming back to her; she was
not the same person he had left.
     She sipped steadily on her coffee and inhaled the fumes of
the scotch and willed herself to think of what had happened and
try to understand it and the way that she felt.
     Lee, restless the first night, insisted they go out. He had
money and wanted to see the town. They had gone out for drinks and
dinner and Lee had grown funnier and more charming as the night
went on. Driving in the car, Gail had said, "Where to now?"
     "Nirvana, Babe."
     "Huh? "
     "A little action."
     "Gee, I don't know. I don't go out much now that Rod's away.
I've been out of it. How about a movie?"
     Lee slumped down in his seat and made a face. "How about a
taffy pull or a night class in wax casting? Come on, Babe, you can
do better than that."
     Gail smiled at her brother who looked so bored. "Okay, what
do you want to do?"
     "A nightclub. One of those topless-bottomless joints. A real
sleazy dive with lots of broads around and guys trying to make
time."
     Gail raised her eyebrows. "Somehow I don't think I'm the
person to ask about that. Besides, you're only nineteen. You
couldn't get in."
     Lee pointed a finger at her and made a popping sound with his
mouth. "I gotta phoney I.D."
     "Isn't that against the law?
     "Sure, if you're dumb enough to get caught. Look, who's going
to say my I.D. is phoney? I left my real one back at your place.
Where's a strip joint?"
     "I don't know if I should go to such a place?"
     "Ever seen one?"
     "No."
     "Then don't knock it if you don't know about it. Aren't you
at all curious?"
     Gail smiled despite herself. It was almost as if he could
read her thoughts. In fact, she was very curious in what really
went on in what she and Rod called "The topless pits." Since Rod
had been in Vietnam, she had abstained from sex, feeling a great
yearning and loneliness yet feeling that it was all worth it. When
her man came home, he would come to her bed and it all would be
just beautiful. Now, Lee had tickled her curiosity and she felt
this was a perfect time to satisfy it: she couldn't go with girl
friends because it would look funny, like they were trying to "get
picked up." She certainly couldn't go with another man and square
it with her conscience. But she could go with Lee. He was not just
another man, he was her brother. She could, when in a teasing
mood, tell Rod she had been in a topless bar and feel no guilt,
because Lee had been along.
     The delicious sense of doing something wrong, a child-like
fit of giggles came over her. "I know where a lot of those places
are."
     "Take me there, you improper bitch!" Lee said, clowning and
waving an arm.
     They were in a gay mood full of nonsense when they entered a
club, THE PUSSYCAT PARLOR. Gail found herself, once inside, in
pitch blackness. She blinked and held her hand out. Lee,
thoroughly accustomed to such dark, led her along through the
tables. There was a bright stage light at the far end of the dark
bar and Gail knew that would be where the "action" was. She didn't
look at it; half out of excitement and half out of her footing as
they weaved toward the light.
     They were seated at a ringside table by a girl in a lowcut
blouse showing plenty of cleavage. When Gail sat down she saw that
the girl was wearing black tights and panties that were cut so as
to ride high up on her hip. The girl smiled invitingly at Lee and
took their order. Music was blaring from a jukebox and Gail caught
a movement out of the corner of her eye. A girl, young,
attractive, with long hair and an Indian headband across her
forehead, mounted the stage. She was dressed in a simple miniskirt
and she smiled down at them, her body already beginning to sway
and move to the rock beat.
     Very simply, with a smile that was relaxed and a little lewd,
she pulled the dress up over her head and Gail gasped. The girl
was naked, save for her sandals and headband!
     Gail knew she had a good body, but this girl was really good.
She was tall, willowy, with a long waist and full firm hips. Her
long tapering thighs came down to dimpled knees and long calves
ending in incredibly thin ankles. Her breasts were high and huge
and jutting out, away from each other and ended in taut nipples
like two dark bullets. Her stomach was flat and her buttocks, seen
in the mirrors behind her were two full smooth cheeks with a deep
crevice dividing them.
     Gail's astonished eyes took her all in and finally centered,
hopelessly fascinated, by the V of soft curling pubic hair that
formed where her deep thighs met her torso. Her mound of Venus
jutted out ever so enticingly, only to serve notice as to the
hidden delights of the warm inviting vagina hidden up between her
thighs.
     Hands on her hips, the girl gyrated in time to the building
music, looking down at Lee and Gail and slowly licking her lips as
her hips rotated. As the music grew wilder, the girl began shaking
her shoulders, making her breasts quiver in a lascivious way and
her hands slid down to cup around her groin, to feel the air as if
she were caressing an invisible penis and to jut her hips out in a
lewd invitation. Gail's mouth fell open as she looked up at the
girl dancing and saw the swelling lips of her vagina beginning to
ever-so-slightly part as she danced on.
     My God, Gail thought, she's getting herself really aroused!
     She had never seen a woman do this before in private, let
alone in public. The music became more frantic, louder, and the
girl became more abandoned in her dancing, doing deep bends and
leaning over and wiggling her buttocks invitingly, her breasts
moving in a tantalizing way. It dawned on Gail that the girl was
actually dancing a sex act--the woman's half of the sex act--right
in front of everyone. The music grew wilder. and the girl's hair
lashed around as she threw her head back and spread her legs, a
look of ecstasy on her face as her hips undulated and she spread
her legs wider and Gail could clearly see the narrow glistening
slit of her naked cunt.
     Everyone could see. Gail's head was going around as she
watched, not even conscious that their drinks had been served and
that she was gulping at it. Her heart was pounding and every nerve
in her body, so long quiet, was now hammering at her being. The
natural thought came into her mind: what must it be like to do
that?
     And the answer, with a force and fury that amazed her, told
her it would be exciting. The girl in front of them, totally
naked, her eyes half closed, her mouth open and her lips wet, her
body writhing, moving sensuously to the wild music, was obviously
enjoying every minute of it.
     The music stopped and the girl forced herself to stop too.
She pulled her dress on, breathing hard, looking down at Lee with
a strange searching look on her face. Gail looked at him and saw
that lopsided little enigmatic grin on his face. Still looking at
him, the girl slipped off behind a partition.
     "Wow, she was all right. You like that? You sure know how to
pick the places, Babe," Lee said, flicking his fingers to order
another round of drinks.
     Gail put one hand to her face, shielding it from the rest of
the bar. "I've never seen anything like that before in my whole
life. I never dreamed! She didn't have anything on!"
     "That's right. Groovy. Nothing like getting down to the old
nitty-gritty."
     "Is that legal? I mean, supposing the police raid this
place?"
     Lee's expression of disgust came again. "Sister, I gotta say
this. You are square. Don't you know what's been happening? Where
have you been since you left home? The law can't do a thing. Their
hands are tied. It had something to do with the Supreme Court.
They can't touch an operation like this. It's art, baby!"
     They were served their drinks and Gail gulped again. She was
still astounded and excited. She felt the urge to squirm against
the hot throbbing and moistness she felt down between her legs.
The sheer brazen audacity of it all numbed her except for a
strangely rising sexual response that she couldn't control.
     And her younger brother, sitting across from her with that
inscrutable sardonic smile, watching her with those cold attentive
eyes. Lee, so wild and unpredictable, so young and so handsome.
Lee, toying with his drink and grinning. "Let's go home."
     Gail caught her breath and looked around. "We just got here."
     "I wanna go. I wanna talk to you."
     The tone of his voice had sent a warning bell ringing in her
mind. But the alcohol, the dancing girl, her own thwarted desire
over-rode the sound. He was after all, her brother. "Okay."
     In the car again, they drove saying little, Gail driving with
Lee staring moodily out the passenger side window. Back in the
apartment, Lee sprawled on the couch and looked up at his sister,
that ironic smile coming back. "What do you like?"
     Gail was genuinely puzzled. "What do I like?"
     "Yeah, what turns you on in bed? What kind of sex do you
like?"
     Gail was visibly jarred by the question and she had skipped a
beat before laughing and saying, with a wave of the hand, "Oh,
lots of things. Want a drink?"
     Lee got up. "No, I got something better." He went to the
closet and got out his sleeping bag. Not looking at her, he asked,
"Ever make it with more than one guy? Ever try a threesome?"
     Gail felt her body tingle. "What?"
     Lee appeared a bit weary. "ever ball two guys at the same
time?"
     Gail again visibly reacted as the image of Rod, herself, and
a faceless man whipped into her mind. It was so exciting and
depraved, she couldn't allow herself to think about it. "I ... I
don't think that's any of your business," she said, turning to the
bar Rod had built before leaving and pouring herself a drink.
     "Okay," Lee said, ambling back to the couch with some
cigarette papers in his hand and a little pouch dangling from one
finger.
     "What's that?" Gail asked, her voice full of suspicion.
     "Grass," Lee said casually.
     Gail set her drink down firmly on the bar. "No," she said in
a firm tight voice. All of a sudden, she was feeling a dislike for
her brother.
     Lee grinned at her as he measured out the green dried weeds.
"Come on. Mean to say you've never tried it?"
     "No." Gail stood in front of him. "Lee, I won't have that
kind of stuff in my house."
     "Huh?"
     "I mean it and I'm ashamed of you, doing a thing like that.
Shame on you."
     Lee looked at her for a minute before bursting out in
incredulous laughter. "You really mean it. You're not putting me
on? You really mean it, this is no put-on?"
     "Yes."
     "Well that sure puts a tail on the dog. You've never tried
this?"
     "No, and I don't want to."
     "Rod has."
     Again, his calmness, his laughing face, and his ability to
change pace threw her. "How do you know?"
     Again, Lee laughed. "Hell, he's in Vietnam."
     Gail's face clouded. It was true, there had been articles in
the papers about pot smoking among the troops. "You're only
guessing," she said defiantly.
     He shook his head. "I know Rod."
     "That's no reason for me to try it," she said, walking back
to her drink.
     "There's every reason in the world for you to try it."
     Again, Gail was puzzled by her brother. "What do you mean by
that?"
     Now, looking back, Gail could see that was the wrong question
to ask. Had she insisted he get rid of the stuff, the ensuing
argument might never have happened and the whole evening might
have been different.
     Lee had answered her question, had talked long about "grass"
and had played on her doubts and fears, gradually boxing her in
until Gail, feeling she was insane, feeling that she was doing
something sinful and depraved, agreed to take "just one puff". She
did it, holding her breath as long as she could, then exhaled. "I
don't feel a thing."
     Lee had smiled secretly. "Wait," was all he would say.
     Having taken one puff and felt nothing, it didn't seem so
terribly dangerous to take another. And a third. Fourth. She took
so many puffs, she lost track of how many drags she had. In fact,
she seemed to have lost track of time itself. There was so much
she suddenly couldn't account for. They were sitting on the floor
with drinks in front of them and music was playing on the radio
and had been playing for a long time. She was smoking a cigarette
and watching, with a glazed absorption, the thick gray smoke
curling up in the air. It seemed that she had been watching the
smoke all night.
     "I have."
     Lee's quiet voice made her jump. She tried to focus on him.
"What?" she asked, her voice thick and slurring.
     "I've balled two chicks at the same time."
     "What?" Gail said stupidly, feeling a wave of lewd curiosity
come over her.
     "Yeah," Lee went on, smiling. "Two girls. Met them in a
commune I visited and they liked that sort of thing."
     "Really? That's terrible," Gail said with a little giggle.
     "What are you laughing for if it's terrible?"
     "I don't know. I feel so ... funny."
     "Yeah." Leaning over, he began stroking the back of her arm.
Despite herself, she let him do it. It felt so good, sending a
tingling sensation all through her body.
     "What did you do?" She couldn't help asking the question as
she bit her lip in anticipation.
     Lee kept on stroking her arm, running his fingers up to her
shoulder. "I balled them. We fucked."
     The word "Fucked," hung in the air and Gail felt an
involuntary tingle down between her legs as she heard the word.
Her legs were crossed and she wondered hazily if he could see up
her dress to her panties.
     Looking down at her drink, she asked, "And ... what did ...
they, the girls, do?"
     "They took turns fucking me and then went down on each other
while I watched." His other hand began stroking one of her knees,
pushing her skirt back.
     Gail's heart was pounding and her mouth was dry. Her mind was
imagining what it must have been like and paying no attention to
what his hands were doing. Besides, it felt good, exciting her and
making the idea of her own brother in bed with two women all the
more exciting. It was wrong, it was evil, it was depraved, it was
carnal, yet it was exciting. She had looked at her brother full of
dazed, drugged wonder. He had actually done such a thing! It was
unbelievable. "You're making all this up."
     Thinking back, reliving every moment of the night with her
brother, Gail put her head in her hands and wanted to cry. If only
she had gotten up at that point, or at least forced his hands
away, it might have been different.
     Yet, now, she knew it would have been the same. Details might
have changed, but the end result would be the same. Lee had wanted
it to happen and, now, only now, could Gail, full of despair,
admit that she too had wanted it to happen.



                             Chapter 2

     She had no chance. She was drugged, she had no idea of how
much she had drunk. Lee was telling her lurid details about his
night in bed with the two girls, describing their bodies and what
they did to him in lewd detail, and his hands were all over her
body.
     Lee had said she was too tense. How had he put it?
     "You're uptight. Relax." Thinking of his exact words, she
went back to the night, determined to relive the whole thing. He
had suggested a massage and she had stretched out on the floor on
her stomach and felt his strong hands kneading the flesh around
her neck and shoulders. "Oh, that feels so good! she had sighed.
     And she let him go on. Her own younger brother had unzipped
her dress and his fingers gently massaged her bare flesh. She had
only murmured when he had unclasped her bra. She lay quiet,
sighing with pleasure as his hands caressed her back and she felt
an intense pleasure that somehow lulled her mind while pleasing
her body. This was the first time she had felt any physical
affection since Rod had left and it was so pleasant and everything
was happening so easily as Lee said, "I can't get at your arms and
shoulders with this dress in the way."
     And Gail had actually helped him get it off until she was
lying with the dress down around her waist, her whole back naked,
her breasts crushed under her in the bra. It was wrong what she
was doing, naughty, bad, but so very very good. And, after all,
she rationalized through the marijuana haze, it was her brother.
     The music, light and dreamy, was still playing on the radio
and Gail found herself listening in rapt pleasure as she felt his
hands working their way down her spinal cord, toward her buttocks.
Her excitement increased as she felt his fingers probing lower and
lower, pulling down her panties until his fingers were working
soothingly at the deep crevice between her buttocks. Just as she
felt she must say something to stop him, he returned to her
shoulders, gripping them as he leaned over and whispered, "That
feel good, Sis?"
     "Mmmmm," she had murmured and he began all over again. She
closed her eyes as she felt the fingers on her back. They were
strong and sure and she liked the feeling and a wild thought
filtered through her drug dimmed mind ... just once, one time in
my life, I'd like to be in an orgy with other naked people. Just
once!
     His hands were going lower this time, slowly going over her
back to tease themselves in the soft yielding crevice of her
buttocks. His hand was actually under her white nylon panties now
and just inches from her now unprotected anus that suddenly became
alive with feeling and she was aware of her vagina, pressed into
the rug underneath her. Her pussy lips were swelling against the
tightness of the crotch band of her panties and she could feel a
slowly rising moistness in her vagina. It was a warm slippery
feeling that excited and tormented her and she flexed her inner
thigh muscles to relieve the lewdly growing sensation.
     "You're tense, Sis. Relax and enjoy it." Her brother
whispered hotly behind her ear. He was bending over her, his body
close. She could feel the heat of his breath on the nape of her
neck, sending a prickly sensation down her spine to where his hand
was now massaging the smooth rounded cheeks of her buttocks under
her panties.
     "Do you think this is right?" she asked, surprised how low
and sexy her voice had become.
     "Does it feel good?" Her younger brother asked, ignoring her
question.
     "Oh, Lee, it feels great, but ... should we be doing this?"
     The boy laughed and shifted behind her, taking his hand away.
     "Okay, now just relax. Don't move, Sis," he said in a soft,
hypnotic voice. "Just let your mind drift and enjoy the feeling."
     It seemed forever before she felt his hands on her ankles,
massaging them and moving them around. He pulled off her shoes and
began massaging her feet as his voice continued in a low singsong
way, "Just relax, total relaxation. All muscles relaxed, just
relax and feel good, just relax nice and easy, relax." He went on
talking with a hypnotic tone as Gail felt his hands moving up her
legs, moving over her calves and on up to the knee and to her
thighs! Gail felt her vagina swell again as she felt him pushing
the hem of her dress up and massage her soft inner thighs in
strong young hands.
     With an ease that surprised her, he spread her legs gently
apart and the band of her panties tightened up between her thighs
and she felt one lip of her vagina slip free and the elastic
legband of her panties were tight on her clitoris and so aroused
and excited her she had to fight against the temptation to move
her buttocks beneath his teasing fingers.
     Her mouth was open, parted, and her eyes closed as she felt
his fingers lightly teasing the insides of her thighs. She still
had her stockings on but, in another few inches, he would be above
the stockings and touching her bare flesh. Could he see up under
her dress? Was he looking now and seeing where she was staining
her panties wet from so much excitement? Could she stand much more
of this teasing? What, she wondered, was she doing? She had never
felt like this before. What did Lee think he was going to do to
her, his own sister. Was it really possible?
     He spread her legs wider, forcing them apart with his strong
hands. Then, taking his hands away, she felt him slowly push her
skirt up around her waist. It caught under her and pulled the
crotch band of the soft nylon panties excruciatingly tighter
between her open thighs. Now the band slipped, bit, deeper into
her cunt slit and, as he bunched the dress around her waist, she
felt the band slide into the deep crevice between her buttocks.
     God, she thought, I'm so exposed and hot! I must look like
one of those awful girls to him!
     The thought seemed to explode in her mind and her buttocks in
sudden, abject surrender writhed, grinding down into the rug as
she let out a little moan of helpless delight and felt the panties
slipping back and forth over her now distended and throbbing
clitoris. Behind her, she heard the rustle of her brother's shirt
and from his movements, she knew he was taking his clothes off.
     Lee had looked down at his married sister with a lopsided,
triumphant little smile on his face. There she was, her dress
bunched up around her waist, her bra undone and her back naked,
her legs wide apart, her stockings, garter belt, and panties still
on, and she was undulating and grinding her buttocks around,
lifting them slightly and flexing her muscles. The panties bit
deep into the crevice of her buttocks, exposing the white, rounded
cheeks of her ass that quivered and hollowed as she writhed hotly
in her drug induced excitement.
     "That's it, do that more," he whispered as he crouched naked
over her.
     The prickly surface of the rug excited her all the more and
she moaned, "Oh, God, Lee. We shouldn't be doing this. No, not at
allllllll."
     "Doesn't it feel good?" he asked in a smutty whisper.
     "Ohhhhhhh," she said as she ground down on the rug with her
groin, thrilling to the feelings that were pulsing through her
body. It was wrong what she was doing, very wrong and the
'wrongness' of it excited her more than she had ever been before.
     Lee was lying next to her now and her body stiffened and
tensed as she felt his hard young cock pressing against her side.
Her own brother's cock pressing against her! And it felt so hard
and huge and evil! Before she could react or say anything, his
hand was once again on her buttocks. This time he was bold and
brazen, pushing their soft quivering roundness down hard into the
floor and imitating her lewd grinding movement. "Oh God, Lee,
don't, please don't," she whispered, pleading, her voice shaking
in helpless fear of what her sub-conscious mind knew was about to
happen.
     He paid no attention to her, only continuing his teasing
grinding motion until she felt her hips voluntarily responding.
She couldn't help herself any longer. All thoughts of her husband
and morality drifted from her mind and she moaned in helpless
surrender, her eyes still closed as she rolled limply over on her
back and lay with her legs spread invitingly apart and one arm
over her eyes. She heard herself hiss out the words and, as she
said them, she felt as though obscene magical flames, flames of
sweetness and heat and desire were licking hungrily at her cunt.
"You can do anything you want to me!"
     Lee grinned again in triumph and propped himself on one elbow
and looked down at his older sister. Damn, he thought, she is
built. Jesus, what a hot little body! Wonder if her husband fucks
her shitless when he's home?
     He stared at her trembling body, his grin loose and depraved.
Lying on her back, she was naked to the waist and her breasts were
full and beautiful, like two snow white ripe melons with little
shadows under each one. Her nipples were small and pointed and
hard, revealing her excitement. The breasts were so perfectly
round and formed and set off by her incredibly thin waist. Her rib
cage jutted out in a tantalizing way and his fingers itched to
hold her by the ribs and lick and bite her nipples. With a cold-
blooded lewdness, he took his time, drinking in all her beauty and
savoring it.
     Her eyes closed, her mind whirling in drugged surrender, Gail
was relishing her feelings of lewdness and brazenness. She had
never been so hot before in her life, had never felt so lascivious
and evil before. And ... with her own little brother! Languidly,
her body tingling with lewd delight, she shifted her hips, tilting
her pelvis up so that the crotchband of her panties pressed deeper
and rubbed harder into her now passion-drenched vaginal slit. An
insane idea was in her mind and the more she thought of it, the
more she liked it. She felt as if her open cunt were boiling in a
cauldron. She had to get satisfaction. Being lewd had only served
to flame her desires. A mad little smile played around her lips as
she still kept her arm over her eyes. "Treat me," she whispered,
thrilled by the lewdness of what she was going to say, "Treat me
like you did those girls. Just like you had picked me up tonight
in a bar."
     "You'd like that, huh?" Lee breathed in her ear.
     "Yes!"
     "Want me to do everything to you?"
     "Yes!"
     "Tell me you want me to fuck you, Sis."
     Gail took a deep breath and hissed out the words. "I want you
to fuck me!" The obscene words coming from her own lips thrilled
her and she felt his hand close over her cunt still covered by the
wetness of her panties and a spasm of pure lust swept through her.
     Lee was going to take his savage good time with her.
Something, an evil desire, swept through him. When he got through
with his newly married young sister, she would really know what
it's like to get the life fucked out of her. She was his now for
as long as he wanted to enjoy her.
     He looked at her flat stomach as smooth as silk and at her
panties barely covering her desire-flooded pussy. The band between
her legs was now a thin slit, revealing her soft, curling pubic
hair and one swollen lip of her vagina. By tilting his head ever
so slightly, he could see just a slit of her vaginal wall, red and
glistening with excitement. In a few minutes, he would have her
naked and spreading her cunt wide for his pleasure. He was going
to treat her like a whore, bring her down to her true level and
show her what she was really like. A twisted grin was on his face.
This, to him, was what it was all about, breaking down women's
egos until they begged to be fucked and groveled at his feet and
pleaded for more. Once aroused, women were all alike. And he loved
it.
     Roughly, saying, "Okay, I'm going to give it to you," he
pulled at her dress bunched around her waist and his sister flexed
her knees and lifted her hips free of the floor as he pulled the
dress off and threw it across the room. "Like a whore!" he said in
a hoarse voice, the words thrilling her. "Like a God damned
whore!"
     And she moaned with delight as he bent over her, his thumbs
under her white silky panties as he pulled them down. She jumped
with delight as she felt the electric shock of his wet tongue on
her stomach as he pulled her panties lower, revealing the soft
resilient triangle of her pubic hair.
     Lee pulled the panties over her rounded hips and down to her
ankles where she kicked them off. Then, her eyes smoky with
passion, she bent her knees again and slowly, lewdly, with her
younger brother breathlessly watching, she spread her legs wide.
     Lee looked with a lust making his face hard. Her cunt was now
naked and, with a thumb and forefinger, he slowly spread the
hair-lined lips of her pussy wide while she moaned and ground her
buttocks salaciously down into the rug, the softness of it just
tickling her exposed anus. Lee looked at her cunt spread wide, red
and moist, ready for him to do anything he wanted. Bending closer,
he flicked the tip of his tongue over her clitoris and Gail
reacted violently. "Aggggggghhhhhaaaaaa!"
     Her arm was flung away from her face and she looked to see
Lee's face poised expectantly between her thighs and she pushed
her hips up and saw his tongue flick out again and she felt the
soft hot wetness lick at her cunt and clitoris and she felt she
was going to explode with desire. He was on his knees, his back
and tight bare buttocks facing her. She touched his thighs and he
turned his hips so that she could see, with an audible gasp, his
erect penis.
     It was so big! Bigger than even her husband's and she had
thought that Rod's had been huge! Big and thick and swelling with
a lustful excitement, the foreskin pulling back to reveal the
smooth rubbery head. As she watched, half frightened yet aroused
by the maddening white-hot thrusts of his tongue into her willing
and begging cunt, Lee began squirming along the rug, that huge
cock moving closer and closer to her head and face and, with
another gasp, her mouth!
     With a deft movement, he swung one leg over her head and was
straddling her face upside down, still licking at her cunt. She
moaned aloud as he slowly sunk his tongue into her excitedly
throbbing pussy and wiggled it around. She closed her eyes and
rolled her head around as she felt the first deep stirrings of an
orgasm come rushing on. No one had ever done such a thing to her
before and she had never even dreamed of the searing exquisite
pleasure of such a thing.
     She opened her eyes to see his huge cock looming in front of
her face. She felt like she was in a cave, a cave made of human
flesh and nowhere for her to turn. And, as she watched, Lee
lowered his hips so that the head of his cock brushed rubberlike
against her lips.
     This was something she had never done with Rod even though he
had hinted at it. The thought of it had always repulsed her. Now,
with her own brother's tongue sliding in and out and all over her
cunt, teasing her, driving her on, pleasing her and building the
momentum for an orgasm, she didn't know how she felt. He was
treating her like one of those awful girls he had told her about
and she felt a lewd thrill. The tip of her tongue licked slowly
over the thick head of his cock and she smiled with the thrill and
knowledge of power over him as she saw his cock jerk tighter in
front of her face.
     As if answering her in kind, Lee looped his arms around her
thighs and pulled her legs wide apart and buried his face deeper
in her defenselessly spread cunt, his tongue darting in and out
and wiggling against the soft glistening walls of her vagina.
     Gail was galvanized, twisted, searing inside, into a lewd
response. She arched her back and tilted up her pelvis and felt,
with a little moan of joy, his finger probing for her anus. Her
head thrown back, her hands up before her face, she seized his
throbbing prick in her fingers and opened her mouth wide. With a
slow thrust of his hips, Lee shoved his cock into the warm
moisture of his married sister's mouth and Gail felt it hot and
hard on her lips. Her mouth was open wide, her lips fitting
tightly around the massive mushroom head, her tongue twirling and
tasting a drop of his cum on the very tip and liking it.
     With a malicious sweet slowness, Lee took his mouth from her
open convulsive cunt and began fucking up and down into her
tightly locked lips, enjoying the sensual feeling of having her
helpless under him. Whenever he thrust down, Gail's lipstick
rimmed lips would go white and roll in as she held tight and tried
not to choke. As he pulled out, her lips would balloon out as she
sucked with all her might and fought to keep his swelling prick in
her mouth.
     Lee pumped up and down with a slow lewdness, his hips moving
as he looked down at her cunt in front of his face, her thighs
held wide apart and watched her undulate and writhe in a silent
begging for him to lick her more. That crooked cruel grin split
his face savagely as he began to increase the tempo and strength
of his thrusts, thinking, for a wild moment, he would just cum in
her mouth and leave her own body hot and helpless. With a snarl,
he changed his mind. Gail had always been the "good one" in the
family and tonight he was going to show her just how "good" she
really was.
     He rolled off her with Gail scrambling, clutching for his
cock like a demented animal deprived of its dinner. He gave her a
straight arm and knocked her over on her back where he leaped on
top of her. The impact of his strong young body caused her eyes to
blink and lose focus as she felt the aching pain spread through
her rib cage and lungs as her breath left her body. He seized her
arms by the wrists and forced them back up over her head, making
her breasts thrust up tantalizingly.
     With his knees, he forced her legs apart and stuck his cock
down along the open slit of her cunt. Gail, with a dreamy smile,
eyes closed, squeezed her thighs closed around his lust-hardened
young cock and felt it big and hard and throbbing in the soft
flesh between her thighs and felt her wet cunt slipping over the
side of his shaft and she worked her pelvis, rubbing up and down
the rock hard shaft, teasing and exciting herself.
     She suddenly felt a pagan atavistic thrill: she was alive and
almost being fucked by her own brother; more than that, more than
the lusty lewd thrill of doing something wrong, committing
infidelity, she was doing something that all of society, from time
immemorial, had condemned. She was doing something that everyone
secretly wished and desired and feared! She grinned up at her
brother's face hovering over her with the guilty knowledge that
they were being carnal in the most sinful way. Incest! The very
thought of the word made her feel as if the floor reeled and
rolled under them and it seemed as if a roaring fire were in her
groin and she twisted and writhed her naked body licentiously
around under her brother. She was panting excitedly now as she
spread her legs as wide as they would go and undulated her hips
up, feeling her cunt slip and slide up and down the full length of
his virile young cock.
     But Lee wasn't ready to fuck her yet; he had more in store
for her. She was not yet animal enough to satisfy his sadistic
ego. When he was through with her, she would never forget this
night, she would never be the same. He grinned triumphantly. Few
men wanted to realize how lewd women really are and how easy it
was to get them into a state where they acted like, and became,
complete whores. The more you made them feel like depraved sluts,
the better they liked it. And it was all so ridiculously easy if
only one had the guts to do it.
     Slowly, he forced her wrists together so that he could hold
them with one hand. His other hand freed, he pried it under her
back, arching it even more, her large lovely breasts spilling
upward and now in front of her face. He let his tongue lick. and
tease around the distended nipples of her breasts while she
breathlessly watched. She tilted her head forward and he slid her
wrists underneath so that they made a knuckled pillow and her face
was tilted even closer, her chin rubbing against the soft
resilient flesh of her breasts.
     She watched in mesmerized lust, her eyes clouded and out of
focus as he sucked and bit a nipple just a few inches from her
face. She moaned, her mouth open as she felt streaks of searing
pleasure course through her body and explode in the depths of her
belly. Her orgasm seemed like a cauldron churning, bubbling,
soaring upward, filling her until she thought she would burst.
With his chin (she could feel the stubble of his beard scratching
her sensitive flesh) he tilted the nipple even closer to her
mouth. Incest! The word seemed to hiss through the air as her hips
undulated and her cunt convulsed and twitched against the shaft of
his rigid cock. It was not enough to fuck and suck her own
brother, it was not enough to act depraved, she must love her own
body, raise her pagan lust by exciting herself even more in front
of him. The insidious delight of further perverting herself seized
her in iron talons. She would do anything and everything he
demanded and she hoped he would demand that she do everything.
     Closing her eyes, an expression of utter lust coming over her
face, changing her into a wanton bitch ramming and groveling-for
more pleasure, her tongue slid slowly out of her open mouth and
slowly licked her own nipple.
     "That's it, Sis!" Lee gasped, "Suck it!"
     He pulled his hand free while Gail, her hips still pumping
enticingly, let her hands stay under her head while Lee cupped her
large breast in his free hand and gently pushed her wildly
distended nipple into her open mouth. Gail's wet lips closed over
her nipple in a babylike sucking motion while Lee tilted his head
and nibbled on her other nipple while watching her blissful
expression as she mewled and writhed under him. Shifting his hips,
he placed the head of his cock on the lips of her vagina and she
strained upward and outward, eager to have him fuck her.
     With a sudden savage thrust of his hips, he rammed the head
of his prick through the thin covering of soft curling pubic hair
and on into her cunt with a quick wet slurping sound, stretching
the warm wet walls tight and round and Gail opened her mouth and
let out a low moan of pure pleasure as she felt the walls of her
vagina being stretched to the point of pain, a pain that was oddly
pleasing and exciting.
     Then, just as suddenly, he was withdrawing, pulling out and
leaping to his feet, jerking her to her feet by one arm. Nothing
was said as he dragged her through the apartment, the only sound
being the two of them panting as they stumbled into the bedroom
and he spun her around and threw her sprawling on her husband's
and her bed where she lay on her back, her legs spread wide, the
slit of her cunt wide and glistening in the midst of the soft
sparse pubic hair between her thighs.
     Lee was kneeling on the floor, tearing at his backpack and
sleeping bag, drawing out lengths of rope he used when camping.
Crouching over the foot of the bed, his teeth bared as he breathed
hard, he looped the rope around one ankle and passed the rope
under the bed. Bringing it up on the other side, he lashed the end
around her other ankle then pulled the rope tight, dragging her
legs helplessly wide apart while his sister winced and moaned
under the pain of having her legs split so wide apart and tied
down. Looping the rope, he crawled up the bed and bound her wrists
to the upper posts so that she lay helpless, tied in a spread
eagle position while her younger brother kneeled between her legs,
his face twisted in passion.
     With a guttural snarl, he fell on her and plunged his virile
young cock deep into her wide-open cunt and Gail screamed as loud
as she could while Lee attacked her brutally, fucking her
helplessly bound body with all his might. Gail thought she was
going to pass out as he tore at her vagina, banging the blunt head
of his prick cruelly against her cervix. She thought she would go
mad from the pain and rendering until she felt her orgasm coming
again, mingling with the pain, becoming the pain, the pain
becoming a wild irresistible pleasure that mounted until she felt
the top of her head was going to burst off. "Fuck me!" she gasped,
"Fuck me, fuck it, fuck me, Leeeeeee!"
     Their naked flesh smacking together in a lewd sensuous sexual
dance, glistening with sweat, bucking, grappling, undulating and
slapping together with Gail moving as much as the cruel biting
ropes would allow, Lee gasped, "I'm not through with you yet, you
hot, married little bitch!"
     "Aaaaagggggghhhhhaaaaaaaaa!" The grinding moan seemed to come
from her very soul as her body twisted up in catatonic pleasure.
In a superhuman effort, she lifted the two of them off the bed,
only her head and heels touching as she was held tense, her inner
thigh muscles quivering crazily in the throes of her orgasm. She
came again and again, twitching, convulsive, her mouth open and
her eyes showing white as her body twitched and trembled from head
to foot. "Oh God, Leeeeee ... I ... I'mmmmm c ... c ...
cummmmning!"
     And her body collapsed under him, her bones turning to warm
butter as she felt his cock still ramming into her cunt that was
still spastically spurting, the tightly clenching little lips
seeming to grip the shaft of his prick in a hotly locked death
squeeze.
     With a snarl, Lee pulled free and crawled up her bound body,
straddling his knees on either side of her full rounded breasts
and seizing her head in his hands and pulling it up and forward.
His fingers were entwined in her hair and Gail's eyes went wide as
she realized what he was going to do, the wetly glistening head of
his cock looming in front of her face. "Lee!" she blurted, "No!
No, n ... oooooo! Cum in my cunt, darling ... cum in my cunt ...
!"
     But her voice was instantly cut off as he shoved his huge
cock in her mouth, choking her as she tasted the heat and wetness
of her own vaginal juice. The cock fucked in and out of her mouth
with a lubricated ease, growing in size with his excitement.
Despite her pain, Gail felt herself growing excited again as her
younger brother increased the rhythm of his strokes, his hips
pumping his cock in and out until he threw his head back and
bellowed as his prick swelled in her mouth, filling it completely.
Then ... she felt hot sperm spurt from his cock and hit the back
of her throat and she swallowed as he came again and again,
filling her mouth and ballooning her cheeks out as she swallowed
to keep from choking. She swallowed the warm slippery liquid again
and again as she felt his body slowly relaxing, listing to one
side, his hands becoming limp and falling from her head as he
moaned in wild, satiated delight.
     With a newborn lewdness twisting her hips, she sucked on his
deflating cock with all her might, determined, in a lubricious
way, to suck him completely dry. She could feel his loins
trembling in fine spasms as he fell from her, his cock slithering
from her lips, a thin rubbery strand spilling out to lie
glistening on her breast as he fell heavily to lie next to her.
     She lay trapped, naked and lewd in her marijuana inspired
lust, her hips pumping as she writhed against her bonds, wanting
to fuck more, wanting to fuck the night away. "Lee!" she gasped,
looking at him wildly, hungrily.
     Lee propped on one elbow and grinned at her. "Hot again, huh?
Want to get fucked some more?" "Lee!" she hissed between clenched
teeth as she heaved and twisted her buttocks.
     "Let me hear you say it, married sister!" he said
maliciously.
     Gail closed her eyes and her head thrashed back and forth to
blot out the thought of her husband, Rod. "Fuck me, fuck me more!"
she said, her voice hard and low.
     Lee got up and stared blearily around the room. "Must be
something here." He stumbled from the room into the bathroom while
Gail raised her head and wondered what he was doing, crashing
around in the bathroom.
     The answer was in front of her in a moment. He came from the
bathroom slowly, that same old sardonic smile playing on his lips.
He had something in his hand, concealed behind his body.
     He brought it slowly into view. It was a hairbrush! Her very
own hairbrush with a large thick handle. "This'll do," he said,
getting on the bed and kneeling between her wide-split legs,
"Until I decide to fuck you again."
     With a moan, Gail let her head fall back, her mouth open,
tensing her legs and flexing her knees as much as she could as she
rolled her buttocks under and thrust her cunt open for her brother
to do whatever he wished.



                             Chapter 3

     Sitting alone in her kitchen, her eyes despairing and vacant,
Gail drained her cup of coffee and liquor and put her face in her
hands and sobbed.
     The utter animalistic way she had behaved, the sheer joy with
which she had taken to depravity, the lust she felt searing
through her body, had been undeniable. She had loved every lewd
second of it. Had she stopped there, she might have had some
feeble excuse. She had been drunk and drugged. There was no doubt
in her mind that Lee had taken an inhuman and unholy advantage of
her. Nor was there any doubt in her mind that Lee, her brother,
was some kind of satanic monster, that he was close to madness,
that he would someday do something for which society would kill
him. There was no stopping the demonic impulses that drove him to
such reckless acts. Nor did he seem to feel any remorse or guilt
afterward.
     Just the opposite was true. His excesses only led him to
wilder fantasies. He seemed to have Gail hypnotized. She could not
resist him. And that was the real horror, for she realized, with a
growing revulsion and sense of doom, that he was her brother, her
own flesh and blood and she was like him! She loved the revolting
things he made her do, she gloried in them!
     They had fucked the night away until, with trembling fingers
weak from so many orgasms, he had untied her and she had collapsed
into a deep exhausted sleep.
     A jarring pain had pulled her back to consciousness. It was
morning and hard sunlight streaming in through the windows made
her eyeballs ache and Lee was on top of her again, his erect young
cock again pushing into her sperm-flooded cunt. She didn't believe
her body could ache so in every bone and her cunt felt raw and
sore. "Lee," she moaned, "Please, please, no, not now."
     But her feeble pleas were lost as he began to fuck her
brutally and she could feel her body greedily responding to it.
Above her, Lee held her close and whispered in her ear. "Ever been
fucked like that?"
     The evil pleasure of hearing him talk to her like that only
added to her growing excitement. "No!"
     "Rod ever that good?"
     She hesitated, her body stiffening as she thought of her
husband. Oh God, she loved him!
     "Rod got a cock like mine?" Lee persisted, fucking her
harder.
     She fought against answering. She would do anything he wanted
except deny Rod! She fought, her teeth clenched as she felt her
hips beginning to pump back and she wished to be tied down again
and have him do whatever he wanted. "Answer me!" he demanded
harshly, grinding his cock head deep up against her cervix.
     She winced with the pain and her lips parted. "N ... no!"
     "No what?" he grated.
     "No, not like you." She said it with a sigh, the lewd
admittance and betrayal exciting her all the more. God, she
thought, I'm going to cum again! He's going to fuck me to death!
     "Has he got a cock like mine?" Lee demanded, crushing her in
his arms as he forced his hand down the length of her back and his
fingers found the deep crack between her round buttocks and his
forefinger pressed against the tight puckered entrance of her
anus.
     "Ahhhhhh!" a sigh of pure pleasure and depravity came from
deep within her as she felt the finger press as his cock sawed in
and out of her again, passion-wet cunt.
     "Answer me!
     "No. No!" And something inside of her grew, an orgasm as she
hungrily kissed his open mouth and ran her tongue slipping around
his lips. "Nobody has got a cock like yours!" she gasped, wild
with desire.
     "Not even Rod?"
     "No, you're better!"
     "Better than Rod?"
     "Bigger and better and fuck me, fuck me, Lee!"
And he had, the two of them having another orgasm and falling into
exhausted sleep to wake when it was dark out.

                           *     *     *

     Sitting at the kitchen table, remembering it all and feeling
a mixture of hate and remembered excitement, her vaginal walls wet
with desire and her mind full of self loathing, blinded by tears,
Gail staggered to her feet and blindly felt for the bottle,
pouring and spilling the liquor on the counter top and finally, in
a desperate attempt to numb herself from the sickening thoughts
and remembered images, she drank from the bottle, tilting her head
back, some of the drink spilling and snaking down her cheek and
throat as she choked and pulled the bottle away and gasped for
breath.
     "Oh God!" she choked as she put the bottle down and covered
her mouth with her hand and slid along the counter top until she
came to the sink where she retched over an over again.
     She found her way to the bedroom where she fell on the unmade
bed. She lay there thinking how the whole house was a mess, how
she seemed to be going to the dogs, and she thought of killing
herself, committing suicide, rather than face the fact that she
was as depraved as her brother, Lee.
     Brother? She shook her head. He was more than a brother, he
was her lover. She loved the way he had treated her and knew if he
should come back, if he should be alone with her ever again, she
would find herself helpless before his insane and vile will, that
she would do anything he asked.
     There seemed no way out of it. The thought of facing Rod
again, of putting her arms around him and kissing him, of getting
into bed naked and making love with him after what she had done
and said, seemed impossible. She had betrayed Rod at Lee's command
and did so many times while he stayed with her.
     Lying on the bed, exhausted, Rod's letter crumpled in her
hand by the force of her misery, she tried to will herself to
think of all they did together, of all Lee had done to her.
     She had liked feeling abject and conquered in front of him,
rising that night and cooking his meal which he silently and
greedily ate, then, throwing his napkin down and getting to his
feet, she followed him back to the bedroom, clad in nothing but a
transparent negligee that he had demanded she wear, feeling sexy
and trembling with anticipation at what he would ask her to do. He
stood in front of the full length mirror that was attached to the
bathroom door and looked over his shoulder, grinning, his lips
thin and cruel. "Come here."
     She obediently stood in front of the mirror, looking at her
voluptuous body, her nipples pressing through the flimsy material,
seeing the soft triangle of pubic hair showing. She wasn't drugged
and hadn't anything to drink now. She was cold sober, rational,
and yet, she still felt her vaginal lips swelling and the walls of
her cunt pulsating with a wild wetness. His hard strong hands were
on her shoulders and he was forcing her down, down on her knees
and she kneeled in front of him, looking at her obedient body in
the mirror.
     Lee stood with his legs apart. He didn't have to say
anything; she knew, he was her brother. With trembling fingers,
she unzipped his fly and fumbled for his hardening cock and took
it from his pants, excited all over again by its size as it
swelled in her hand and she watched her fingers slowly pull the
skin back and saw her mouth slowly open and watched, helpless,
loving her humiliation and degradation, as he slowly pumped his
hips forward and his cock slid into her mouth and she saw her lips
grow thin and tight around the thick full shaft and felt the
delicious taste in her mouth.
     His hands entwined in her hair and his breathing was becoming
excited and his face distorted as they both watched, standing in
front of the mirror with Gail kneeling at his feet, her hands
guiding his cock into her mouth. "Fingerfuck yourself while I
watch!" he hissed.
     Again, she knew what he wanted and one hand slid down over
her breasts, down over her slim waist and pulled up the hem of her
negligee as she shifted on her knees, spreading them wide apart
and her fingers felt the pulsing wet slit of her cunt and she
teased and caressed her clitoris into a wild swelling that made
her pump her buttocks lewdly as she sucked on his cock and watched
herself doing this incredible wild thing in the mirror as he sawed
in and out of her widely ovaled mouth with an increasing depth and
tempo and she saw her hand moving rhythmically over her own cunt
and then, with a shivering thrill, plunging one finger into its
soft wetness up to the knuckle and fingering it back and forth in
time to his thrusts into her mouth.
     Then she forced in another finger as she felt her heat and
excitement mounting as she urged herself, and Lee, on to still
another orgasm.
     Then, as unpredictable and inexplicable as ever, Lee shoved
her away with a cruel grimace, stepping back and putting his prick
back into his pants and zipping them up. Gail, on the floor, naked
from the waist down, looked up at him full of fear and frustrated
desire.
     He sauntered to his sleeping bag again, grinning at her over
his shoulder. "Just wanted you in the right mood for some more
fun," he said, bending over the bag and unfolding it and looking.
He straightened up with a camera in his hand, checking it for
focus and film.
     Gail had tried to compose herself as she got up off the floor
and sat on the edge of the bed, brushing her hair from her eyes.
"What are you going to do?" she asked, knowing what he had in his
mind and hoping against hope he wouldn't say it.
     For an answer, Lee snapped in place a flash cube and aiming
the camera, tripped the shutter and the room exploded as if
lightning had gone off just as Gail folded her arms over her
breasts. "Lee! No!" she called, blinded by the flash.
     He let a low cruel chuckle come from his throat. "Come on,
now you're getting shy? Get on the bed!" he demanded, pointing.
     "Lee, don't make me do that," she pleaded, whining, finding
an odd twisted enjoyment in begging him. She felt her desire
building again yet she forced herself to fight it. "Please, Lee,
I'll do anything, else. I've done everything you've asked."
     "And you loved it," he said scornfully. "Look, Babe, get off
that high horse you've been on for years. Face it, you're just
like me."
     She couldn't answer him, just looked at him with an imploring
look, her hands and arms trying to hide her abundant charms.
     Lee only sneered back at her. "Get on the bed. Lie down. You
said you wanted me to treat you like those other chicks. Come on,
lie down," he said in a menacing voice.
     She felt her will dwindling. She had done everything else she
could imagine. Why not this? Why not pose like some common whore?
Why not debase herself like she had heard of girls doing? Why not
pose for pictures she had heard men got in Tijuana? Her voice was
weak and her mouth dry as she asked, "W ... what are you g ...
going to do w ... with them?"
     Lee wound the film and snorted. "What do you think? I'm going
to show them around to my friends. Sell them if they're any good."
     "Lee!" she implored, her face wild. "You couldn't! I'm your
sister. I'll do anything you say but please don't do this to me.
You could ruin me!"
     His face like a clenched fist, he leaned forward and asked,
"How?"
     "P ... people seeing me." With a helpless wave of the hand,
she stammered, "I ... like that! My God, if they got into the
wrong hands! Our parents! Rod! My God, do want to ruin me? Us?"
     Lee looked thoughtful. At the possibility of endangering
himself, he grew responsive. He drummed his nails on the side of
the camera. "Okay. Maybe you've got a point. But, in return for my
not taking any pictures, you've got to do exactly what I say."
     Gail heaved a sigh of relief and clasped her hands together.
"Anything, anything you want!"
     He swaggered in front of her then put the camera down.
"That's better. First, we're going to have a few drinks and then
blow some more grass," He chuckled and pinched the nipple on her
breast, "All to get you in the right frame of mind. Then, you'll
put on a dress with nothing on underneath and we'll go out."
     She tensed again. "Out? Where?"
     Lee looked down at her with raised eye-brows. "Where? Where
else? To a movie, naturally."
     "A movie?" she asked, again dumbfounded by his sudden change
of pace.
     "Yeah," he said, stretching languidly. "Coming into town I
saw a couple of skin flicks were playing at a drive-in. We can
take your car." He left the room, heading for the kitchen to pour
the drinks, calling back over his shoulder. "By the way, you got
any bread?"
     "Bread?" she asked, wondering why he wanted bread when he had
just eaten and just rejected several slices she had made for him.
"There's some toast on the table," she called, getting to her feet
and wondering what dress would please him. She had one miniskirt
she was saving to wear for Rod. Forlornly, she thought, that's all
dead now.
     A wild peal of laughter came from the kitchen. "Are you ever
square. I mean money, loot, folding bills."
     "Money? Yes, I have some. Why?"
     "Good," he called back above ice rattling. "Then you pay. The
movies will be my treat for being such a nice guy."
     They drove to the movie in silence, Gail driving with extra
caution after having had two drinks and smoked more of Lee's
marijuana. Again, her mind was befuddled and, instead of thinking
clearly, instead of trying to talk to Lee and make him see and
understand what he was doing to her, instead of talking ration and
reason, she found herself silent, staring ahead, thinking of what
it felt like to be naked under her simple miniskirt and how it
gave her an odd smutty feeling. And then, drug induced, her mind
reeled back over the obscene things she had done with her younger
brother and she found herself ravenously hungry for more.
     Lee, relaxed, slumped in his seat, pulled up her miniskirt
and smiled down at her bare thighs. They were long and rounded and
he liked seeing them spread wide apart. Gail's hand came slowly
down to pull the skirt, up around her waist, down. She did it with
a firm movement, "So near the toll booth. I have to pay."
     Lee looked up to see they were only one car away from the
booth on Gail's side. He laughed and playfully flipped the dress
back up. "Leave it up. Give the guy in the booth a cheap thrill."
     Nervous, looking down, Gail drove up to the booth and put her
purse in her lap and nervously pawed for her change purse.
     The attendant on duty, a young kid, looked down into the car
and caught his breath, wetting his lips. The young girl in the car
was wearing a low cut dress and he could see almost to her nipples
as she bent over her purse, her breasts full and milky white and
jiggling as she hunted and desperately ticked her teeth and
tongue. He leaned further out the window and saw her naked thigh
and, his eyes bugging, her naked hip and a full lovely curving
outline of her buttock.
     Finding the money, Gail thrust several bills at the
attendant, lying forward to do so, and allowing him to see one
ripe bullet-shaped nipple a dark red. He leaned far out the
window, repeating the license number silently several times. He
and his friends might find that worth looking into later on, when
he was off duty.
     Gail was intent on parking and, when she had shut off the
ignition and turned out the lights, she turned to Lee. "I feel
..." Her thought was left unfinished as she looked down and
discovered he had his cock out and it was erect. It stood in the
dark of the car thick and obscene and Gail felt a sluttish thrill
of the pleasure it had driven her to: flights of sheer sexual
ecstasy she never dreamed existed.
     Lee was rough and crude as he lunged at her and kissed her on
the mouth, forcing her head back and pinning her arms to her side
as his hand rammed between her legs and his fingers roughly probed
her vagina. "Lee!" she said, twisting her head to one side. "Not
here!"
     "Why not? Everybody does at a place like this. Nobody knows
we're brother and sister. That's all in your head." Brutally, he
forced her head and kissed her wantonly on the mouth, his
insistent fingers caressing her swelling vaginal lips.
     Gail let her body go limp and, with a lewd thrill running
through her body like warm molten plastic, she spread her legs
wide and slid forward on the seat, allowing one of his fingers to
slide into her moist cunt. Her hands groped for his cock.
     Lee pushed her away and grabbed her by the shoulders. "Get on
top of me," he said in a low tense voice.
     Gail looked around. "People will see," she whispered.
     "So what?" he growled. "Come on, damn you, I want it."
     "How about on the floor or in the back seat?"
     "No!" he demanded. "Come on, I want you to ride me."
     Brushing the hair out of her eyes, a hateful lubricious
thrill of captivity again surged in her body and she swung around,
facing her brother, putting her arms around his neck and
straddling his lap, a knee on the seat on either side of him. She
closed her eyes, feeling her vagina being spread wide by his
fingers. And then, with a shiver and a low moan, she felt him
rubbing the massive head of his cock up and down her wide-spread
slit. My God, she thought, I'm wet already.
     His free hand pulled her dress high up around her waist and
Gail was naked from the waist down, kneeling on the car seat, her
lovely full buttocks spread wide, a dimple in each cheek. ANYONE
CAN WALK BY THE WINDOWS AND SEE went wildly through her mind.
     And indeed, a couple in a nearby car looked and saw her,
moving to position herself, her arms around Lee's neck, her eyes
closed. They turned from the skin flick on the screen, which was
tedious at the moment, explaining why it was going to be exciting
later on. If people have the choice between seeing a movie and
watching the real thing, they'll take the real thing every time.
The couple crowded to one side of the car as they watched her bare
buttocks and thin waist maneuver themselves in place. Then they
saw her throw her head back and sigh as she slowly sank down on
her partner's lap.
     Inside the car, they gave out twin moans of pleasure as Gail
slowly lowered her loins, feeling the hard head of his cock
spreading her pussy lips open, making her cunt bulge out on the
sides as she felt his ramrod shaft rise inside of her, filling her
up. She jerked and sighed as he thrust his hips upward, shoving
more of his prick into her. She felt its passage smooth and
lubricated and loved the stretched painful feeling that she knew
would rise to a wild pleasure.
     She began to undulate up and down; slowly at first, savouring
every delicious minute of her movement. She felt free and wanton
and she slowly gyrated her hips in a slow teasing circular motion
ending with a sudden breathtaking thrust down in which she felt
his cock ram its full way home and Lee let his head fall back as
he moaned, "Do it, all the way, all the way, Babe!"
     She withdrew slowly, climbing in a squirming motion back up
the length of his prick, using her thigh muscles and groin to make
her cunt lips squeeze, slip, and contract all round his throbbing
cock.
     With his hands, he began pushing her skirt up. Gail couldn't
care; the ride, the undulating up-and-down motion was a sexual
roller-coaster she was on and she felt a lewd and overwhelming
orgasm building in her loins. "I'm going to cummmmm," she crooned.
     Her hips began moving like they were on stainless steel
springs as she looked down and, in the dark, could see the thick
glistening shaft of his cock disappearing between her legs,
stabbing into her cunt. Lee had pulled the dress up so that her
back was completely bare now and the couple in the next car began
caressing one another and necking as they watched her gyrations
grow more frenetic and abandoned.
     Lee was forcing her arms up now, her breasts hanging free and
ripe. They were swollen with desire as he put one nipple in his
mouth and sucked while Gail, eyes shut, moaned and tossed her head
from side to side. She was indifferent to anything around her. The
only thing that mattered was her brother's virile young cock
fucking in and out of her cunt and her orgasm which was on the
verge of exploding inside of her. With wild unseeing eyes, she
took in the car that pulled up next to them, full of teenage boys.
It was the booth attendant with his young friends.
     "They're loooooking," she whispered, "They're watching, and
I'm cummmmminnnnng!"
     Six teenagers with the attendant craned their heads and
watched, their young cocks growing hard in their pants as they saw
the woman naked, flinging off her dress over her head and saw her
with her head thrown back, her back arched, her hands around her
partner's head as she fucked and writhed up and down, faster and
faster, her heavy full breasts thrust out and upward, jiggling and
undulating in her frenzy and, through two panes of glass, they saw
and heard her cry of passion as she tensed and shook all over.
They watched, breathing hard, as they saw her collapse and saw the
man struggling brutally to get her off his lap. She disappeared
from sight, falling over on the driver's seat and, for a moment,
they couldn't see anything but the looming figure of the man.
     "Shit!" one of them said. Then as they watched, they saw one
of her legs thrown over the back seat then the other, placed by
the man, up on the dashboard and they saw the man fall on her with
a wild force. "Jesus, he's fucking her now!" one said.
     "Yeah, let's get out and see."
     "Look at him go!"
     "Yeah, maybe we can get some of that pussy too!"
     "Yeah! A gang-bang!"
     "I can't see too much."
     "Look at him fuck. He's going to fuck the life out of that
broad!"
     "I can't see too much. Let's get out."
     The words sprung them all into action. They got out full of
giggles and whispered warnings to be careful and quiet. They
crowded around the windows of the car, much to the annoyance of
the couple in the other car, and peeked in.
     They saw Gail naked and wanton, her head hanging off the
front seat, her huge, rounded breasts cupped in her hands as her
finger tips teased her distended nipples while her legs were
thrown wide apart and up high. Lee had her by the hips and was
sawing his thick long cock in and out of her with a savage
abandon. He saw the dark heads bobbing outside the car and grinned
like a wolf as he fucked his sister harder and harder.
     Gail, her body being battered into a corner, her breasts
lurching and jiggling with every heavy cruel thrust, got sight of
the bulging eyes looking down at her and wished--wildly, insanely
that they would all get in the car and fuck her into
unconsciousness.
     Then, Lee came with a wild roar, pumping his hot young sperm
deep up into her hotly clasping cunt, filling her up with a wild
desire that boomed into another orgasm for her, shaking her body
in a continual earthquake and making her feel weak and near
fainting from such searing pleasure.
     They lay limp, breathing hard until Lee roused himself and
pulled up into a sitting position. Instantly, the boys retreated
to their car. They sat, horny and frustrated, talking among
themselves, trying to work up enough courage for one of them to go
over and talk.
     Gail pulled herself up, full of fatigue and sudden shame.
Hastily, she, groped for her dress and pulled it on over her head,
staring straight ahead at the screen. With a moan, she closed her
eyes. On the screen two naked women were on a bed, a blonde and a
brunette and they were caressing one another with their eyes
closed. She had completely forgotten they had gone to skin flicks,
hadn't even looked at the screen once.
     She jerked erect, catching her breath as she heard a tapping
on the window on the passenger side, next to Lee. She looked to
see a boy crouching next to the car. To her amazement, Lee
casually rolled the window down and said, "What do you want?"
     The boy, the attendant, shoved his head in the window and
leered at Gail, his greedy young eyes mentally undressing her.
Then he grinned at Lee. "No offense, man, but, like, we saw you
and," with a smirk he nodded at Gail, "Her."
     "So?" Lee seemed so unconcerned.
     "Well, you know." The attendant looked at Gail again, his
smile slack and his lips wet. "Like, if it's all right, you know,
how about letting us have a little?"
     "What?" Lee laughed. "You and your friends?"
     The attendant looked a little sheepish. "Well, yeah. I mean,
it looked so good."
     Lee shifted to look at Gail for a long moment. His face was
in a cruel composure and he seemed mildly amused. Then he turned
to the attendant again. "You want to fuck her?"
     "Do I? Oh, man."
     "And your friends?"
     "Yeah. Why not?"
     Lee looked back at Gail and tapped his fingers on his lips.
"Why not?"
     "I got a friend in a camper a few rows back. We could use
that." The attendant was all action, grinning and hurrying away to
make plans.
     Gail looked at the carfull of leering kids on her left and,
without a word or hesitation, she started the car and backed out,
the tires screeching. She drove fast and recklessly out of the
lot, her brother lurching from side to side and yelling, "Hey,
take it easy. What the hell are you doing? Watch it, for Christ's
sake!"
     Gail went roaring out of the lot, down the road kicking up
dust and swerved onto the highway, barely missing an oncoming car
which swerved as its horn wailed in the night. She whipped down
the highway then swerved to the curb and slammed on the brakes so
hard Lee was thrown up against the windshield.
     She turned on him fiercely, her eyes shining in the dark.
"Now you get this straight! I'll do anything you want, anything
you say just so long as it is done with you. I'll act like a
whore, a dirty slut, do you hear me, if you want me to, but I will
not, I repeat, I WILL NOT DO THAT FOR ANYONE ELSE! Is that clear?"
     Before Lee could react or answer, she went on, her voice
rising, "And another thing. I'll do any filthy thing you want, but
ROD WILL NEVER KNOW! If he ever finds out, if you should ever even
so much as drop a hint, so help me God, I'LL KILL YOU! Is that
clear?"
     Dumbly he nodded then let out a low laugh. "Well, big sister
is finally liberated."
     Gail looked to check the traffic then snapped her head back
to him. "Don't talk to me!"
     They drove back to the apartment in utter silence, the two of
them staring ahead and not looking at each other as they entered
the apartment. Gail went directly to her room, slamming the door,
leaving it unlocked as a gesture of defiance. She stripped
quickly, took a long hot shower then toweled her body until it
felt good and clean and dressed in a cotton nightgown, she stood
by her bed and clicked out the light.
     And listened.
     No sound came from the living room except low music from the
radio. She saw light coming in under the door and got into bed
softly, closed her eyes and wished for sleep. Later, she was
making a conscious effort to will herself to sleep. Then she
prayed for sleep.
     Then she lay staring up at the ceiling. Gail was going
through those long night hours when there is no one to turn to.
Her anguish and shame tore at her soul for long hours with only
the clock ticking beside her, acting as a metronome to her agony.
     Far into the night, the low music played on in the living
room, punctuated only by Gail's sighs and mumbled commercials on
the radio. A restlessness enveloped her. She sat up and squinted
at the clock. It was two o'clock in the morning. She lay back,
resigned. If HE should come through the door, she could not stop
him. She was exhausted, red-eyed, yet she could imagine fucking
him one more time.
     The endless music and silence in the next room piqued her
curiosity. She slipped out of bed, tiptoed to the door and opened
it a crack. She could see Lee lying on his stomach on the couch,
sound asleep.
     It is part of Gail's character, part of the goodness in her
that made her suddenly relax and step into the room as she had for
so many years when they lived at home and she had stepped into his
room, clucked her tongue and proceeded to clean up after her wild
young brother. She clicked off the radio, went to a closet and got
down a blanket and tenderly draped it over him, pausing to see
that he had an angelic smile on his face.
     She couldn't help smiling, remembering him when he was the
angel of the family, when he was her wild laughing kid brother,
when she used to tease him and love him so. And now, her face
twisting, she realized the love was now a secret obscene thing; an
attraction that she loathed and loved, gloatingly, greedily, both
at once and at the same time. The more disgusted with herself she
became, the more excited was her mind and her body.
     Kneeling beside him, thinking of what they had done at the
drive-in and what Lee had wanted her to do with all those other
boys, Gail grimaced as she fought against the rising tide of her
lust. Twisting her hips, she could feel the slippery moistness in
her vagina and wildly she thought of undressing him, licking and
sucking his prick while he was asleep and of what could have
happened had she gone to the trailer, the camper? What would it
have been like, she wondered, her hand stealing under her cotton
nightgown and stroking the insides of her thighs as she looked
down at his face. Could I do that, she wondered. Could I go in
there, be naked with them? Cocks all around. Do whatever they
want? Could I? She straightened up and shook her head and turned
out the light.
     She stood for a minute, listening to his deep regular
breathing in the darkness, thinking: Could I? What would it be
like? Could I? Still, it wouldn't be so different. No. I can't
think like that!
     She fled the room almost as if chased by some ghostly
watchdog. She huddled in her bed, curling up and shivering. The
thought of those six boys excited her and she tried not to admit
it. She fell into a deep troubled sleep murmuring "No," and
"Never," over and over.



                             Chapter 4

     Seven more days until Rod came home. Then it was six. Then
five. And four. Three, two one. And she was wide awake, opening
the drapes in the bedroom to allow the first rays of morning
sunshine in and, today, Rod would finally be home.
     The time had passed so fast and Gail had tried to cut down on
her nightly drinking but found it impossible. To compensate, she
became maniacal about cleaning the house and having everything
neat and in its place. She made endless trips to the Laundromat
and spent hours scrubbing and polishing the floor. She sat,
drinking, planning the home coming meal in her mind with endless
changes. She polished what silver they had for three nights
running. And tried to decide what she would do.
     And, now, she stood in her nightgown, rubbing her eyes and
looking at the morning sun over the city. In the year since Rod
had seen her, she had changed. Her face was somehow older with the
beginnings of hard lines on her cheeks and an odd look in her
eyes. It seemed sad at times. Other times it seemed to smoke with
a repressed emotion. A kind of masochistic smile on her lips when
she looked that way.
     And Rod had changed. Driving to the airport, she didn't know
what to expect. Rather, she imagined they would see one another
and rush into each other's arms. Or, she would see him and rush at
him, that old feeling for him real when she was in his presence.
Somehow, it wasn't at all like that. She had stood in the airport
lobby, listening to the great whoosh of incoming planes and the
rising, screaming whine of the great jets taking off and absently
glanced around and saw him, Rod, standing looking at each other.
     They walked towards each other slowly, each intent on the
other, each knowing that the other had changed. They walked toward
each other like people who had dated once years before. Gail's
smile was warm and friendly. "Hi.".
     Rod stood looking down at her. His face was older, harder,
thinner. Also, he seemed taller. "Hi."
     "You've lost weight," she said.
     "So have you." And, for the first time, he smiled, crow's
feet appearing at the corners of his eyes.
     "Welcome home, Rod."
     "Good to be home, darling."
     "Are you all right?"
     "Of course I am," he scoffed. "How about yourself?
     "I'm fine now that you're here."
     "Same here." He stepped forward to take her in his arms.
     "Rod?" And her hand shot up, stopping him.
     "What?" he asked, squinting.
     Gail hesitated, opened her mouth, closed it and, as glimmers
of tears danced in her eyes, she said, "I love you."
     "And I love you, honey," he said as he took her in his arms
and kissed her.
     "Rod?"
     "Yes?" he murmured, fighting for her lips.
     "I need you!"
     Rod gave a satisfied little laugh and hugged her tight. "And
I need you too. Boy, did I miss you!"
     "I mean I really need you!" she sobbed.
     "Okay. I'll never go away again."
     "Promise?
     "Promise."
     They left the terminal arm-in-arm laughing. Rod drove home
with Gail snuggled close beside him, trying not to think of what
she had done in the car.
     Rod insisted on carrying her into the apartment and put her
down, taking off his tie and coat. "Wow. I don't believe it. Fix
me a drink after a nice long kiss."
     She had stepped into his arms and felt his kiss and sensed
his lack of ardor. Something, a little indefinable something told
her that all was not right. Fearful that she might, in some way,
some reserve, give away the all consuming lust she had had for her
brother, she rubbed her hips against him and brushed her thighs
back and forth.
     Now, it was he, who pulled away. Her first numbing fear was
that, in some way, he knew about her and his brother-in-law. If
Lee had told him! She stood frozen by fear, waiting for the
scalding word to come out of his mouth. Incest!
     Instead, he waved a hand and said, "I'm sorry, it's me. Look,
a lot has happened and it was a long flight and I'm dead on my
feet. How about that drink?"
     She exploded in relief. "Of course! How would you like it? On
the rocks with a little soda?" That was the way he used to like
his drink.
     Rod looked thoughtful. "Better make that neat."
     "Neat?" She looked at him questioningly.
     He nodded. "Neat."
     He looked so different to her standing in the middle of the
room with his hands on his hips. Thinner, yes, but changed around
the eyes and mouth. Even his attitude was different. She smiled
and spun from him, saying, "One neat scotch coming up." In the
kitchen, she poured herself a drink that was pretty generous. To
cover up, she poured more scotch in his glass.
     They sat on the couch together, holding hands, eagerly
telling each other any and all big news they had. Rod said he was
on leave for a month then only had to report back for processing
on his discharge.
     "Will you be going back to your old job? Have you written the
advertising agency?"
     Rod looked down at the floor, took a big drink, then let his
head flop back on the couch. "No, I haven't."
     "Are you going to call them?"
     Rod looked vague. "No, I'm not."
     "Why?" Gail bit her lip.
     "Well," he gave a little laugh, "I don't think I want to be
in advertising any more."
     They both took quick drinks and Gail took their glasses to
the kitchen and poured bigger drinks. Sitting next to him, she
looked at his face and knew he was troubled, that he had come to
some new understanding of himself. Having gone through the problem
with horrendous consequences, she was sympathetic. Could she, for
a few moments, forget her own deep problems?. "What do you want to
do, then?" she finally asked.
     He shrugged. "That's it. I don't know." He gave a little
laugh. "I don't have the slightest idea what I want to do."
     "Maybe you want to go back to school?" she asked hopefully.
     He made a face and took a deep drink. "Nuts. All those long
hairs running around and rioting and mouthing off about a lot of
causes they don't even understand." Rod was up on his feet and it
seemed like he was letting out some of what was bothering him so
Gail sat quiet as he talked on. "I'm too old for that crap.
Listen, to them, it's all a game. They're over here and bad
mouthing and thinking they've got the problems of the world licked
and they don't even know what it's all about."
     He was striding about the room, drinking, staring off,
shooting glances her way while he talked on. "There they are and
there I am. There I am in my little chopper, taking off, doing it
from the manual, doing just like in training only I'm not in
training, I'm in Vietnam and my chopper is loaded down with
wounded men. Men blown half apart by land mines and men with their
faces blown off by booby traps and kids bleeding, their life blood
spilling out of them."
     He paused for a moment, drained his glass then went on.
"Sometimes I was so loaded I had stretcher cases lashed to my
landing pontoons. Sometimes I had such a load of wounded, I
couldn't get too much altitude and I'd have to fly between the
hills and I'd look out at those guys and see them looking at me
with those eyes and sometimes those bastards up in the hills would
fire on us."
     He paused and Gail got up to take his glass. "Honey, I'm so
sorry."
     Rod raked a hand through his hair and scoffed. "I'm sorry.
Doing a job like that day in and day out can warp your
perspective."
     Gail shuddered. "I'll bet. You've seen too much suffering."
     Rod gave a harsh laugh as he followed her out to the kitchen
and stood watching as she mixed the drinks. "It's more than just
that. It's the whole God damn country. Corruption everywhere. In
the towns, it's all black market, whores, and dope."
     Gail looked at him. "Really?"
     "The whole place is miserable. There isn't one decent person
in that whole stinking country. Sometimes, I just wished I could
put it all down and walk away from it. Just say the hell with it."
     "What did you do to keep from going crazy?"
     Rod took his drink, took a big swig then tilted his glass in
a little ironic toast. "Well, booze, for one thing."
     Gail cocked her head. "For one thing?"
     Rod looked at her seriously. "Yes. Pot, for another. Don't
look so shocked or upset. Everybody over there smokes it. The
stuff grows wild all over the place. Everybody does it. And with
good cause. Keeps you from going nuts and busting the place up."
     "I ... didn't know," Gail said, wondering if she should tell
him she had smoked it, wondering if she should tell him anything
about Lee having been there. "You never wrote me about it."
     "It's something you don't write home about." With a shrug, he
grabbed the bottle and walked back into the living room, sprawling
on the couch and saying, "Let's have some music or television or
something."
     Gail followed him. Her mind was a mixture of emotions and
conflicting thoughts. She had hoped he would be calm and strong
and take charge of their life and be someone she could lean on;
someone she could love and trust and perhaps, someday, confide in
and tell all of what was burning in her soul and groin. She needed
to tell someone what she was going through and that someone had
been Rod. Now, here he was; restless, disillusioned, bitter,
drinking, unsure.
     The fact that he had confessed he had smoked pot in Vietnam
had a double effect: first, a relief in that he had done it too; a
way, in fact, of admitting she had done it with Lee and a way of
opening up the subject. Yet, at the same time, there was the
realization that, if he had smoked pot, he had felt the way she
had and he could have found it easy to find willing girls.
     "And what else did you do?" she asked, sitting next to him
and beginning to feel the blissful relief and relaxation from the
booze.
     Rod looked mystified. "What else did I do?"
     "To keep from going crazy."
     "Over there? Oh, the usual. Crap games, card games. I told
you about the boozing. Movies, when we could get them. And the
dope," he added, waving the bottle a little drunkenly.
     "And what else?"
     He looked at her owlishly. "What do you mean, what else?"
     Gail tried to look coy. "No women?"
     Rod gave a humorless laugh. "Naw."
     "Come on, you can tell me."
     "Say," he said, pausing to drink, "What kind of guy do you
think I am?"
     "Like every other husband far away from home and lonely, and
upset," Gail said with an expansive and tolerating wave of the
hand.
     "No, not me," Rod answered, looking down at his glass.
     "I hear those Vietnamese girls are pretty cute. I've seen
them on the news. Some of them are knockouts," she said, teasing,
moving closer and letting her hand stroke his thigh.
     "Yeah, some of them are, but those aren't the bar girls. You
can't get near those girls."
     "Yeah, but I bet you didn't have any difficulty getting near
those bar girls."
     "No," he said, shaking his head. "Oh, a couple of times we
fooled around. Couple of the guys used to make out, but I never
did more than buy them a couple of drinks."
     Gail threw her hand to her mouth and laughed. "I bet. Come
on, Rod, I love you. Are we going to have secrets from one an
other?" she asked, amazed at her own excitement and lack of guilt.
A wild thrill ran through her. She felt like Lee. It was a lewd 
thrill that made her lean forward, her lips wet and parted, her
eyes half closed, her breast brushing against his shoulder as she
whispered, "Come on, tell me about it."
     Rod burst away from her, getting to his feet. "All right," he
said, waving his glass. "So I did. Just once. That's all. I was
drunk and lonely and hadn't heard from you for a long while and I
met this girl and went and did it."
     "I wrote you every day," she said, a little defiantly. Even
though it appeased her conscience a little to know that he too had
been unfaithful, it hurt her pride and she felt a pang of jealousy
creep into her being.
     "The mail was held up lots of times and I'd get a whole lot
of letters at once," he alibied. "Anyway, that's no excuse. Honey,
forgive me. Try to understand. She meant nothing to me and I was
lonely and I didn't even enjoy it."
     Triumph, a lewd and wicked kind of triumph came over her.
With a lewd smile, she knew she had him. She got up off the couch,
put down her drink and walked to the bedroom door. Turning to him,
she began to languidly unbutton the front of her dress. "Was she
any good?" she asked in a low voice.
     Rod, still standing in the center of the room, watched her
with narrowing eyes. "No, just a girl."
     "A prostitute?" she asked, slipping one snowy shoulder free
and revealing she was wearing a black half-bra that barely caught
and contained a rounded and billowing breast.
     He drank from his glass, watching her with greedy eyes over
the rim. "Yeah, she was a prostitute." She slipped her other
shoulder free and stood with the dress falling past her tight slim
waist and catching on her beautifully rounded hips. "What did she
look like?" she murmured.
     He grinned sheepishly. "Oh, all right. Say, what are we
talking about her for?"
     Slowly, provocatively, she shifted her weight from hip to hip
and Rod felt his cock give a jerk as he saw the red of one nipple
working its way loose from her bra and the dress slipped lower on
her hips, revealing she was wearing a scarlet garter belt. "Was
she good looking?" she persisted.
     He was now looking at her body, at her inviting, bare midriff
that undulated as she moved her hips in time to the music. "I
already told you," he said, finding his mouth suddenly dry.
     With a slow, shimmying movement, the dress slithered to the
floor and she stood in stockings, high heels, black bikini
panties, red garter belt and a flimsy half bra that her heavy ripe
melon-breasts were bouncing out of. "Did she look as sexy as me?"
she asked, her voice low.
     Rod gulped at his drink, draining it and standing looking at
her loveliness. Her long tapering legs seemed to curve all the
more as she raised one and bent the knee across her body, seeming
to hide her private loveliness but only exposing one taut cheek of
her buttocks as the panties rode up into the deep crevice. With an
enticing look, she whispered, "Why don't we go in here and talk
about it?"
     Slowly, she turned, revealing the full impact of her pert
buttocks half naked and alluring, and walked into the darkness of
their bedroom. Without a word, Rod watched her go, watched the
rhythmic rise and fall of the naked cheeks of her buttocks.
Hastily, he poured himself another drink and gulped it down and
followed her into the bedroom.
     He found her on the bed, on her back. Her huge breasts had
flowed out of the bra, her nipples red and distended. Her breasts
seemed higher, jutting upward with the help of the bra and she lay
with one leg bent and across her body. Slowly, she straightened
the leg and spread both of them. He was standing at the foot of
the bed, looking at her body, his eyes zeroing in on her crotch
where he could plainly see the imprint of her vagina on the tight
black band and several tiny curling strands of her pubic hair
sticking out. And, as he watched, wiping the back of his hand
across his mouth, she let her hips undulate ever so little.
     With a cry, he was on the bed and crashing on top of her,
fully clothed, his mouth on hers and his hands running up and down
her body. He was shocked and surprised with the intensity and
abandon of her response. She ground her hips up against him and
her hands pawed at his clothing, trying to get it off him while
her open mouth kissed him and her hot tongue ran wild in his
mouth.
     They writhed together, as he felt her hip bones jutting up
and his hands ran wild over her body, rudely grabbing her breasts,
her buttocks, then, with a guttural cry, cupping his hand over her
cunt and feeling it hot and swollen and moist under the panties.
He rolled off her and was surprised how quickly she sprang to help
him out of his clothes. Stripped to his shorts, his cock bulging
beneath them, it was Gail who fought his hands away and forced him
to lie back while she pulled them down, his cock flopping into
sight and waving erect.
     She threw his shorts on the floor then propped herself above
him on her arms, smiling down at him. Tantalizingly, she let her
breasts skim over his chest, her nipples being prickled by his
chest hair. "Was she good to you?" she asked in a whisper.
     Passionate, drunk, he was bewildered.
     "Was who good to what?"
     "The girl, the prostitute," she said with a smutty smile.
"What did she do to you?" As an incentive to answer, she lowered
her body until her hot silky stomach was just touching his cock.
She rocked slowly back and forth and then up and down, applying
just enough pressure to tease him and roll the foreskin back. Rod
groaned. "Oh, wow, it's been so long. What difference does it make
what she did?"
     "None," she cooed. "But I want to hear what she did to you?"
she asked, putting her stockinged knee between his legs and
forcing them apart. Slowly, she let her weight come down on him,
her breasts bulging in front of his face.
     "The usual," he said, running his hands down her back and
snapping her bra loose and letting his hands go on down to where
they touched the top of her panties. Slowly, he tugged them
downward as she lifted her hips to allow him to do so.
     "And what's the usual?"
     "You know."
     "No, I don't. Tell me."
     "You know."
     "Tell me!"
     "They ... they did what most of the girls do."
     "What's that?" she asked with smokey eyes, feeling her
excitement mount. It was almost as good as being with Lee. She
would get him to tell her what the girl had done to him and she
would, in a kind of subjugation, do the same to him.
     "Well, they sort of make love to the guy."
     "How?"
     He closed his eyes. He was being driven mad by her writhing
body. Half drunk, having confessed to sex he thought: what the
hell. "They sort of put. Well, they used their mouths."
     "Ohhhhhhh." It was a low exclamation of understanding and
pleasure that came from his wife. Slowly, she began slipping down
the length of his body, her mouth licking, kissing, biting. She
paused to nibble at his chest, sending a crude feeling of lust
scorching through his groin. She made a wet trail across his
stomach, pausing to probe her tongue into his navel, then slip on
down to, with a jerk, and a moan, he felt the hot wet tip of her
tongue flick across the end of his cock. He raised his head with a
dazed expression and saw her over his cock, her mouth open, her
tongue out, her eyes closed and her face radiant with lust. While
he watched, he saw her wet her lips with her tongue and slowly
open her mouth wide and take his cock in her mouth where he felt a
rubbery wet softness. Slowly, her lips taut as a rubber band, she
began to bob her head up and down.
     His head fell back and he let out a moan as he felt her begin
to expertly suck as her mouth and tongue moved over his rockhard
shaft. It had been awhile since he had had a woman and his body
writhed convulsively and he fought against a lewd pumping of his
hips which he knew from experience would heighten the feeling yet
wasn't something he should do with his own wife.
     His wife!
     The thought hit him like a thunderbolt. Here she was, acting 
like a Vietnamese whore, asking him what they did and then doing
it! Somehow, it wasn't right. Yet, it felt so good and it was fun.
But, with Gail? Sweet, innocent young Gail?
     The thought that his pent-up passion was getting out of hand
and he would, like she was some common whore, shoot off in her
mouth, suddenly become appallingly real. Frantically, he tore out
her head, pulling her away with all his strength.
     Gail got her breath and brushed the hair out of her eyes,
whispering softly, "What's the matter, darling?"
     "Nothing. Just getting kind of excited, that's all," he said,
gasping.
     She squeezed his cock with her hand and said, "Isn't that the
whole idea?"
     "Yeah, but I might cum!"
     She tilted her head and looked down at him with a strange
lewd smile. "So?"
     "Well ... it's not right."
     She pursed her lips and smiled mockingly. "Not right? What
did you do with that girl? Didn't you cum in her mouth?"
     At her use of the word, "cum," he stiffened. She never used
to talk like that. She had changed. As he remembered, she was
always responsive, but shy and passive. Drunkly he tried to
remember if she had ever gone down on him before. But, his lust
couldn't be denied.
     "Well," she asked again, "Didn't you cum in their mouths?
Didn't you like that?"
     "Yeah," he admitted, "But that was different."
     "How? Did they do something that I don't do?
     "No! I didn't mean that. I mean it was different. That was
her job."
     "And this one," she said, squeezing his cock again, "Is my
job."
     She bent her head again and he felt her hot wet mouth close
over the mushrooming head of his cock and felt her warm slippery
tongue slide around with the tip licking over the entrance to his
prick, trying to tantalize the hot male juice out. He moaned with
delight but couldn't let his wife behave in this way. He reached
down and tried to lift her head with both his hands.
     Gail responded by locking her arms around his widespread
thighs and sucking with all her might, her head bobbing as fast as
she could.
     "Gail!" he gasped, "Stop it, stop it, God damn it!"
     They fought, with Rod pulling her hair until he was afraid it
would rip loose, then trying to wedge his hand down to push her
face away. His fingers felt the diamond hard erection and her lips
swooping down and touching his fingers. His shaft was wet and a
low lewd thrill ran through him as he felt her lips slip down and
suck on the tips of his fingers. One of her hands coming from
under his muscular thighs, seized his fingers and guided them and
encouraged them to grip the shaft of his cock and, with a lewd
moan, he grabbed it and pulled the foreskin further back, feeling
her lips and tongue exploring new contours of his prick. With a
greedy lust, he stroked the skin back and forth as he groaned and
moaned with pleasure while below, his wife increased the rhythm of
her sucking.
     With a shock, he felt her forefinger probing the tight
crevice of his buttocks, teasing in to find his tiny puckered
anus. Nothing but the most depraved Vietnamese women ever did
that! He had heard about it but never had anyone do it to him.
Now, at home, his wife's forefinger was flicking back and forth,
sending shivers up and down his spine as she sucked with a wild
abandon on his cock!
     He was going wild, nearing a monster orgasm. It was not right
to do a thing like that with your wife, he told himself and he
fought with a renewed effort, using all his strength, not caring
if he hurt her or not, only concerned with stopping what they were
doing. They tossed back and forth and he fought, trying to pull
out from under her and, as he did, he felt her finger pop into his
anus and he gave a yell. Despite himself, despite all his
struggling, he found his hips pumping in rhythm to her sucking and
he writhed and pumped and, with a desperate effort, rolled over so
that she was under him.
     The lewdness of their pose sent rockets exploding in his
skull. He was on top of her, his cock still in her mouth, her arms
still locked around his thighs. With a wild hoarse cry, he began
fucking her in the mouth as though it were another cunt. He
couldn't help it, it felt so good and the whole thing was better
than any Saturday night whore he had ever heard of. Her finger was
slipping deeper into his anus as he thrust in and out and he
fought with her again, turning over once more so that she was on
top of him. Then, with a wild cry and wild thrust, they twisted
and tumbled off the bed and fell to the floor where he landed on
top of her.
     She was sucking harder than ever, holding on to him with all
her strength and all reserve, all morals were gone and abandoned.
He was going to fuck the shit out of her. He pumped in and out of
her mouth with all his might while her finger sawed in and out of
his anus and her lips were like a vacuum stopper around his cock,
sucking hard.
     Now he was fucking into her roundly ovaled mouth viciously,
pumping in and out with all his might, lewdly banging her head
down on the floor as he suddenly threw back his head and yelled,
"Aggghhhhaaa!" and pumped white hot sperm deep down into her
hungrily! He felt her sucking still and looked down to see her
cheeks ballooning between her legs. He saw his cock swelling with
each explosion of cum and saw her swallowing hard and sucking for
still more and, as her finger gyrated in his anus, he felt he
would never have a sweeter orgasm ever and the sight of her greedy
sucking sent secondary spasms coursing through his body and he
came again and again, gradually collapsing and falling to one side
as she turned with him, still sucking his deflating cock. Soon, he
was flat on his back on the floor, relaxed, his eyes closed,
feeling her over him, sucking the last bit of cum from his soft
cock then licking it clean. Then she stopped and he felt like
falling asleep.
     He raised his head and saw her walking quickly from the room,
her buttocks twitching up and down. Jesus, he thought, and I
haven't even fucked her yet!
     She came back quickly with the bottle and two glasses. She
knelt beside him, her breasts naked and tempting as they quivered,
and poured two drinks. "How was that?" she asked, handing him a
drink.
     Rod drained his glass and handed it back, gasping for breath.
"That ... that was out of sight."
     Gail looked pleased and leaned over him, one nipple near his
mouth. "I'm glad. What else did they do?"
     "Who?" he asked, knowing full well what she was talking
about.
     Insinuatingly, she rubbed the nipple across his lips. "You
know. I'm hot. That was good. I'll do that to you again."
     Despite his fatigue, he felt a tremor of excitement grow in
his prick. "What else did they do to make you happy?" she asked,
persisting.
     He looked at her, doubtful. "Aren't you mad or jealous?"
     She drank and smiled down at him. From her eyes, he could
tell she was getting smashed. "No," she said, slurring the word.
"Oh, a little, but I understand. You were far far away from home."
     "Yeah," he said with a smirk, taking another drink from her.
What the hell, he thought, she's excited because I'm home. "Some
of them were pretty good," he said, drinking. He had just about
decided they both would get drunk and make some more love.
     "What did they do?" she asked with her eyes glazed from more
than booze.
     "Oh, the better whorehouses had shows," he said with a
bragging kind of nonchalance.
     "What kind of shows?"
     She seemed to be eager to know. It was almost as if talking
about such things meant as much as the actual thing. "Well, strip
shows and shows with girls making love and shows with girls making
love with animals."
     "Animals!" she squealed. "I don't believe you!"
     "Honest. I saw one girl with a dog and another girl with a
donkey. Honest. I talked to the girl with the dog and she said no
man could ever satisfy her again after she had a dog. Can you
imagine anything so depraved?"
     Gail squirmed closer, her hand playing with his prick.
Against all he wished, he found it growing harder under her gentle
ministrations. "What kind of a dog was it?"
     "Big German Police dog. Belonged to the Saigon police
department."
     "And what did it do to the girl?" she asked breathlessly.
     "It fucked the life out of her. In her ass," he added softly
as though an afterthought.
     Gail's heavy sigh and strange excited expression was the
first real sign to him that something was wrong. He fought with
his alcohol befogged mind. She was never this way before.
Something had happened. What could be the truth dawned on him in a
frightening way. Just as he had been busy with whores in Vietnam,
so she could be busy with men back at home!
     He started to prop himself up on his knees but his wife had
gotten up and was standing over him, pulling her scanty panties
off as he watched. She stood, clad in nothing but her high heels,
stockings, and garter belt. Swaying from drunkenness just a bit,
she stepped, placing a leg on either side of his head and Rod
threw his head back and looked up.
     The sight inflamed his lust again and he felt his cock
swelling painfully blood full and erect. She stood above him with
her hands on her hips, her legs apart and he looked up her long
legs and could see the glistening slit of her cunt buried in her
dark pubic hair and the tight deep crevice where her plump
buttocks met. Slowly, as he watched, her hips began to gyrate and
her legs spread apart. He saw her hands coming down and caressing
her pubic hair and he saw her forefinger slide its lubricated way
up and down the length of her cunt and she began to slowly spread
her legs, kneeling as she did so. Above was her slim stomach, now
heaving with desire. His mesmerized eye traveled on up, up to
where he saw her great breasts jutting out, almost obscuring her
face. Between her cleavage, he could see her chin tilted, her head
thrown back.
     His hands began caressing the insides of her calves and ran
on up to stroke the insides of her thighs and, as he watched, he
saw her fingers form on the lips of her vagina and slowly pull it
open and wide. The glistening red walls of her cunt were now
visible to him. As he watched, his cock now ramrod hard again, she
began to slowly gyrate. The sight was too much for him as he saw
her cunt twitch and gape, one of her fingers running in and coming
out wet and her buttocks moved in a rubbery way, expanding enough
for him to see a glimpse of her anus.
     He wanted to lick her cunt; something that he had never done.
Certainly not with the Saigon bar girls. No telling what kind of
diseases they had. Yet, he couldn't bring himself to do it, even
as she was bending lower, spreading her legs wider while her
fingers toyed with her throbbing little clitoris and slipped in
and out of her cunt.
     He pushed her away and got to his feet and she fell back, her
breasts jiggling obscenely. "Do you want me to suck you some
more?" she asked. Her reaction was strange, for he thought he saw
a lewd thrill run through her body, making her tremble. There was
an odd look in her eye, like she wished for him to make her suck
him again.
     Grabbing her by the wrist, he pulled her to her feet and spun
her on the bed where she sprawled and spread her legs. She lay
there, her arms thrown behind her head, her breasts heaving with
passion as she rolled her buttocks under and started her hips in a
long slow pumping as if some invisible cock was fucking in and out
of her.
     Rod watched, aroused, as she squeezed her moist cunt together
between her soft thighs and trembled with lust and desire. She
writhed and undulated before him, her hands coming down to cup her
breasts. He crawled on the bed, panting, kneeling between her legs
and lying on top of her, his cock held away from her cunt. He felt
her long legs wrapping around his body, pulling him in while her
buttocks squirmed under him, yearning for his prick. A wild
excitement, spurred on by his drinking and her wantonness, made
him say, what the hell, might as well go all the way. His mouth by
her ear, he whispered. "There was this girl who showed me
something once."
     "What!" she whispered back, her voice excited and breathy.
     "Tell me, I'll do it!"
     He pulled away from her and said, "Roll over on your
stomach." Instantly, she obeyed, lying flat with her head averted
from him. If he could have seen her face, he would have found it
glazed with a masochistic kind of lust. Instead, Rod found himself
gazing at her smooth firm buttocks. They were perfect and their
sensuous symmetry made him stare down at them, fondle them, feel
their warmth and soft rubbery firmness while Gail moaned
pleasantly. Lewdness had them both caught in its iron grip now as
Rod thought of steamy drunken nights in Saigon whorehouses where
anything could be bought for a price and Gail closed her eyes and
dreamed of Lee and their night in the drive-in. Could she have
gone back to that camper and been gangfucked by all those teenage
boys? What was it Lee had said? Something about being liberated?
Yes, she thought, her mind confused and boiling with lust, when I
give in, I'm free!
     "Spread your legs!" Rod whispered hoarsely, feeling his cock
grow erect and hard against his flat stomach. He watched as she
obeyed, spreading her legs as far as possible while he crawled
between them and looked down. Her buttocks were spread wide and
the deep crevice between them widened until he could see the dark
spot where her anus was. Below that, surrounded by sparsely
curling pubic hair was her cunt, the lips spread wide so he could
see the inflamed cherry-red walls all wet and inviting. She was
crushing her clitoris down on the bed sheets and grinding away in
a slow lewd movement.
     "Get up on your knees!" he commanded, his voice little more
than a white breath of air. He watched as her buttocks rose in the
air as she struggled to her knees, her legs still spread apart.
Muscles and cords stood out as she rose obscenely on her knees,
her ass held high with each cheek spread taut. Her defenseless
puckered little anus was in full view. Never had Rod seen anyone
more naked or vulnerable as he saw her cunt with its vaginal lips
swollen and spread. God, he thought, she looks just like a whore!
His mouth dry, he said, "Reach back and spread your cunt with your
hands."
     He almost spat the word, "cunt," and he could see a visible
reaction from Gail. A shudder ran through her body and she
reached, stretching her arms, around her tight young buttocks and
felt with her fingertips for the lips of her vagina and slowly
spread her cunt open wide.
     With a roar, Rod lunged between her legs, got to his knees
and seized her hips with his hands, digging his fingers deep into
her flesh and rammed his cock home as she moaned. He drove it as
deep as it would go into her, feeling her cunt resist for an
exquisite lubricated moment then plunging on in the full length of
his shaft, feeling it surrounded by the feeling of warm, living
honey.
     He fucked her with abandon, slamming it into her, feeling his
balls slap back and forth obscenely and seeing her with her head
still on the bed, her face turned away from him, seeing her head
jerk and recoil under the impact of his thrusts. Below her, her
breasts just touched the sheets and they quivered and jiggled as
he fucked her, her nipples becoming distended and an excitement
running through her body.
     Gail met each of his brutal thrusts by pushing back, eager to
get every inch of his cock in her. His fingernails were digging
deeper into her loins with each thrust and their pain was part of
her humiliation and her humiliation was her excitement and
pleasure. She felt an orgasm building in her and she longed for
further depravity, for her brother to come back and to dominate
her and force her to do obscene things.
     And as she thought of Lee and what might have happened had
she gone to that camper with those boys, her orgasm surged and
welled up. "Oh God, darling, I'm cumming!" she panted.
     Rod threw his head back in wild abandon, gritting his teeth
as he fucked as hard as he could and felt another orgasm coming on
him.
     "In the ass!" Gail suddenly screamed, her voice harsh.
     "What?"
     "In the ass, fuck me in the ass if you want to!" she hissed,
the words tearing across her vocal chords. "In the ass, fuck me in
the ass like the dog!"
     The thought drove Rod mad but he was beyond control, beyond
stopping. Gail herself was driven wild by her confession of the
lewd desire. A white light seemed to explode deep in her mind.
     "I ... I'm cummmmmmmming!" Her body tensed as she thrust
upward. "I ... I want ... want ... Aggggggghhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaah!"
The sound seemed to come from the pit of her stomach as she came
again and again, her cunt caught in tiny electric spasms.
     Rod came in her cunt, shooting a thin jet of scalding hot
sperm so fast and hard he didn't realize it until he felt his cock
thickening against the next burst. He came, taking a deep lungful
of air and moaning as his body went limp under the massive
pleasure of pumping hot juice into his wife's hungrily dilating
cunt.
     They collapsed, Rod bearing down all his dead weight on his
wife until he rolled off. Gail was almost instantly asleep,
murmuring something like "Bee," and crawling exhausted under the
covers. Rod followed her, laying on his back, wearily reaching for
and turning out the light. He lay still, catching his breath,
feeling sleepy making everything fuzzy and incoherent.
     His body flinched him awake and his mind was full of a
yammering thought: she has been fucking someone else. She was
never like this before.
     He lay thinking, not sure he wanted a wife who acted like a
whore; not sure he liked his wife begging him to commit sodomy
even though it was exciting at the time. It was not normal. He
frowned up at the dark ceiling and thought a long time before
going to sleep.



                             Chapter 5

     The weeks that followed were spent in sightseeing in and
around San Diego. Gail found herself constantly trying to break
through Rod's increasing bitterness and depression. His confusion
seemed to deepen and he refused, curtly, to talk of their future.
"Plenty of time for that when I get my discharge," he would say,
leaning his elbows against a railing and. gazing at the gorillas
which sat in their pit, picking at fleas or lost in a stupid
reverie.
     Gail, standing beside him, touched his shoulder lightly. "How
long are we going to stand here looking at those apes?"
     "I dunno."
     "There are a lot of other animals to look at besides those
hairy things."
     "I like looking at them," he said with implacable finality,
never wavering his gaze. They're kind of locked up the way
everyone else is."
     A look of concern crossed her face. "Why do you say that?
We're locked up? We're free. This is America. They're on one side
of the bars, we're on the other."
     Rod gave a secret bitter smile. "I know. Maybe we're all
locked up."
     Gail grew silent. She waited patiently while Rod moped,
watching the great apes listlessly play with a car tire until he
stretched and walked away. It was the same when she introduced him
to her friends, proudly exhibiting her husband home from the wars.
Rod was polite and remote, usually sitting silent behind a drink.
     He seemed to regard the war with a sorrow and scorn and
seldom talked about it unless they were alone and he was drinking.
Then, he would go off on harangues. "I had a buddy over there.
Bill Peterson. Nice guy from Minnesota. We were going to go
fishing up in his neck of the woods when we got back. Lakes freeze
over and you pitch a tent to keep out of the wind and cut a hole
in the ice. Drink brandy to keep warm. Bill was more than a buddy,
he was a friend. I don't know why, we just got along. Talked a lot
and he was pretty cool about everything. He didn't dig longhairs,
neither do I. He didn't especially like listening to politicians,
neither do I. He wanted to work for himself His old man was a
druggist. He didn't want to do that when he got out. We had a
half-assed idea that we'd do something besides fishing together
when we got back."
     Rod would look down at his drink a long time before saying
anything. Gail had learned to sit quiet during these silences. He
drank and went on. "We had our own apartment in Saigon that we
shared. One day, we came back from some real rough runs. Three
days straight. We were beat but we had to check out our choppers.
Just a matter of professional pride. Like I said, we were both
beat and seen enough guys blown apart so I suggested we flip and
see who stayed behind and checked out both choppers. Bill agreed
and I lost." A sad cynical smile crossed his face. "I won. I
stayed at the base while Bill drove back to Saigon. Said he'd have
a pitcher of martinis waiting. Bill put the key in the lock,
opened the door and got his head blown off. Booby trapped while we
were away. None of the little bastards who worked for us had any
idea who did it."
     Yet it was more than just the readjustments of a returning
soldier, more than learning to live with peace after a year of
constant war. He was sullen and their evenings were spent in
silent drinking while they sat in the living room, never looking
at each other, having the television as a constant excuse. To the
other servicemen they knew, husbands of friends of Gail, Rod was
bored with their war stories and often rude.
     They saw less and less of friends, their life becoming
insular, their nights spent in drinking, their days spent in quiet
desperation. Rod seemed to avoid looking at her or talking to her
as much as possible. During the day, he made excuses to get away
from her. The car had to be taken in for servicing, he had to make
trips to the base on vague business.
     At night, they drank and. Rod avoided their having sex again.
Each night they went to bed and she was refused, Gail's anxiety
mounted. Since that first night, he had cut off all conversation
about sex. Gail cringed inwardly, feeling she had given herself
away. Yet she couldn't help it. With a sickening feeling in her
stomach, she had to admit to herself that she only lived for
lewdness, that she would gladly, fervently, perform any and all
obscenities that Rod would ask her to do. With a shudder that made
her wrap her arms around herself against a nonexistent cold wind,
she thought she might be capable of performing any sex act that
might be asked of her by anyone.
     She knew she must be sick, she knew her desires and drives
were not normal. Her body ached and throbbed for her brother Lee
while her mind was revolted at her desires and lust.
     They rose late every day, hung over, with Rod irritable and
noncommunicative. He was sure, after the first night, that Gail
had taken a lover or lovers while he was away. The thought, added
to his already existing feelings about the war, only deepened his
rage. Nobody at home seemed to have any idea of what the war was
all about and the thought of his own wife fucking her hot little
ass off, acting like a common slut while he was over there trying
to do something about all that endless misery, was too much. It
seemed to him that nobody cared, that everybody had their heads in
the sand and were busy enjoying themselves, that the peace
demonstrators weren't so much interested in ending the war as they
were in tooting their own horn and cause.
     Over all of this, hanging heavy on his ego, was the feeling
that his wife was not what he thought she was. Certainly not the
girl he had left behind. What they had done in bed together was
something he had done with whores, common prostitutes that he had
paid. She had outdone the biggest whores in Barracuda Mary's, a
Saigon whorehouse devoted exclusively to oral sex. Was that any
kind of a woman to be married to? Was that any way to build a
future? No, she had been whoring around and he was going to bide
his time, find the guy and then he was going to have his revenge.
     Each day they arose late, Rod taking a hot shower against his
ramming headache, downing several Excedrin and a glass of foaming
Bromo Seltzer then dressing and strolling out to the mailbox while
Gail showered.
     Each day he went out, he caught sight of an old man in the
yard across the street. Every morning, the old man pretended to be
working but was always watching. Every morning, he seemed
disappointed when Rod came down the drive. Can he be the one, Rod
asked himself. Naw, too old. A good fuck would kill an old geeser
like him.
     One particular morning he came back into the house with an
open letter in his hand. Gail was in the kitchen, washing dishes
from the night before and preparing a breakfast of black coffee
and orange juice. "Hey," he called, "we got a letter from your
brother, Lee. He says he's coming out to visit us for awhile."
     There was the crash--an explosion--and tinkle of glass from
the kitchen. Rod ran to see Gail staring at him with a white face,
shattered glass at her feet.
     "What happened?"
     "Nothing. Slipped. My hands were soapy and it slipped. Let me
see the letter."
     "Look out, you're in your bare feet, you'll cut yourself," he
said, alarmed by her pale appearance, the odd look in her eye and
the way she walked through the glass, impervious to pain or
danger.
     "Let me see!"
     "Gail, you're bleeding!"
     "Let me see the letter!" she said in a strange wailing tone.
     "Here, take it. Sit down."
     He guided her to a chair, alarmed by the way she was
behaving. She paid utterly no attention to her cut feet and her
bleeding. He sat her down in a chair while her eyes raced madly
through the letter.
     She sat reading it over and over while Rod ran to get the
first aid kit and treated her cuts, pulling shards of glass from
her feet. Her cuts sterilized and bandaged, he swept then vacuumed
the floor then paused, caught his breath and looked at his wife.
She was still as pale as a plaster wall, the letter, read many
times over, in her lap, her face vacant of any emotion as she
stared off, her eyes sad and resigned.
     "Gail, I've got to get you to a doctor," he said, concern in
his voice.
     "He can't stay here," she said in a small voice.
     "Who? Lee? The hell with that now. Get dressed, I'm taking
you to a doctor."
     She looked up at him as if she hadn't heard. Her eyes seemed
larger and darker than he had ever seen them before. And there was
an odd unhealthy look to them. "I don't want him to stay here."
     "Lee? Why not? He can sleep on the couch. Gail, what the hell
is the matter with you? Are you all right?"
     She tried to smile and moved to get up, wincing as she put
weight on one foot. "Ouch. Oh, that hurts."
     "I know." All of his resentment was forgotten. The sight of
blood, the thought and sight of someone in pain brought back
feelings he had tried to bury and forget since coming back from
Vietnam. No matter what he felt, he had been trained to help
people when they were hurt. "Let me carry you to the bedroom where
we can get you dressed. I've got to get you to the hospital."
     "I'll be all right."
     "You'll be all right when a qualified doctor can look at
those cuts and get all the glass out. What got into you?" he asked
as he picked her up in his strong arms and carried her to the
bedroom where he put her on the bed and busied himself with
gathering clothing for her.
     Gail lay back on the bed and closed her eyes, the letter
crumbled in her hand. Once before she had lain on the bed, a
letter in her hand: Rod's. With a mighty effort, she tried to stir
herself. "I don't know," she lied. "I felt so funny when I woke
up. I felt worse when I was in the kitchen and that glass just
slipped. I'm sorry."
     "Forget it and get into these slacks and stuff." He smiled
down at her. "You sure were weird about that letter. Walked right
through the glass like it was nothing."
     "I ... I thought something was wrong with Lee. I just had a
... funny feeling, that's all," she lied. She removed her robe,
wearing only a bra and panties underneath. She paused and lay
back, looking up at her husband with half closed eyes. "Rod?" she
asked longingly.
     "What?"
     "Make love to me."
     "What? Now? The way you are?"
     "Please. Now."
     "Gail, don't be crazy. You have a temperature?" He put his
hand to her forehead and she seized it and licked the palm of his
hand with her tongue. "Gail!"
     "Please," she implored, her voice breaking. "It's so
important. I need you. Make love to me, make violent love to me.
Rod! I need you! Please make love to me! Fuck me like you really
mean it."
     Rod recoiled at the words. He looked down at his wife. Her
face was so tortured, so serious. And there was that strange look
in her eye. What was it? Had Rod known, or had he even suspected
the lust and agony Gail was feeling at that moment, he would have
been able to do something: a gesture, an act, a word. But, he had
no idea. He busied himself with dressing her, treating her as a
child, preferring to think her rantings came from the fact that
she was hurt. He carried her to the car and whisked her off to the
hospital, to the emergency ward where a doctor cleaned and treated
her cuts, gave her an injection and prescribed some pills to relax
and calm her and pronounced her cuts as not being serious at all.
     They stopped at the drug store and Gail sat in the car while
Rod ran in to have the prescription filled. She sat parked in the
shopping center and watched the people around her. They seemed so
normal with such normal activities. Mothers and fathers with their
children, teen-agers walking arm in arm, older people window
shopping. All this, she thought, and Lee is coming. The letter
didn't say when, just that he was on his way. The letter was
postmarked two days ago. He could be arriving at any time. What
was she going to do?
     Rod broke her reverie as he got into the car, slamming the
door and looking at her. "How're you feeling?"
     She tried out a wan smile. "Better."
     "You sure acted funny. All I said was I got a letter from Lee
and you acted funny."
     "I know." She took a deep breath and lied. "It's just that I
never hear from him and he should be in school now. He was here
awhile ago. Didn't I tell you?"
     "No, I didn't know that. How was he?"
     "Wild. Lot of things disturbing him. I worry about him and
when you got that letter I had the crazy feeling something was
very wrong. Silly. I'm so sorry."
     For what seemed the first time in a long while, Rod smiled at
her warmly. "Forget it. Let's get home and give you this
medicine."
     Rod was very attentive all evening long. He placed her on the
couch and placed pillows behind her back and turned on the
television and made and fetched her drinks. He even managed a
simple dinner that he served her on the couch. Gail was grateful
for his attention even though she kept protesting she was all
right and could manage for herself. The prescription, a
tranquilizer, worked well and Gail found herself being lulled into
an artificial serenity by the combination of pills and scotch. She
liked the lazy drowsy feeling they supplied her and drifted off to
sleep, thinking of how nice it would be to take tranquilizers and
make love. She curled on the couch, looking at Rod with a
sleepy-eyed look, smiling, murmuring, "Why don't we go to bed?"
     Rod nodded, watching the TV. "In a little while." His plan
was to wait for her to fall asleep, cover her, turn everything off
and go to bed alone, using the excuse that she needed sleep. He
didn't have too long to wait and he sat smoking and drinking,
pretending he was watching. television but really thinking about
his wife. It was something more than just an affair. But what? Her
behavior when he said he had a letter from Lee was odd. Weird, in
fact. But why? He found Lee's letter and read it over. It was
simple and short. Lee had been a visitor when he was in Vietnam.
What had happened? Gail called him wild and disturbed. What had
happened and why did she wait until now to tell him Lee had
visited? It wasn't like her to forget a thing like that. She had
always been so fond of Lee.
     "Fond." Sitting in the chair, tapping the letter thoughtfully
against his chin, he said the word softly. He had heard of "stuff
like that" in Vietnam. There was even the Okie kid, a real hayseed
farm boy who said he had fucked his cousin and various farm
animals. Rod had always put him down as a bragging crackpot.
     He shook his head and got to his feet. Nothing like that
could happen here. He felt a little ashamed of himself for
thinking such thoughts about his wife and brother-in-law. Hell, he
thought, last time I saw him, he was just a kid.
     He went to bed troubled, thinking. There was something very
wrong with Gail and something wrong with their marriage. He
couldn't accept a wife who made love the way they had the last
time. He had to talk to her. They both had to sit down and soberly
talk over things. Maybe a visit to a minister or doctor would
help. Something had to be done.
     Something was done. It was done at three O'clock that
morning. Rod found himself stirring from a deep sleep by the
persistent ringing of the front door bell. He got out of bed
warily, drudging about on reflex, used to being called at all
hours to fly his chopper on a mission. "All right, all right," he
mumbled, stumbling to the living room and stopping sleepy eyed
when he saw Gail still sound asleep on the couch. The doorbell
stabbed through the early morning silence and jolted him awake. He
blinked and walked to the door, wrapping his robe around him.
     "Who's there?"
     "Me," a voice answered in a stage whisper. "That you, Rod?
It's me, Lee."
     Rod threw the door open and stood with a quizzical grin on
his face. "Lee! What the hell are you doing?"
     Lee came in. "Didn't you get my letter? I got a ride clear to
Denver and got a plane down. How are you, you old son-of-a-gun?"
     Rod shook hands, taking in Lee's appearance sleepily. He had
grown, becoming strong and rangy. Slimmer and not as tall as Rod,
but growing. And that crooked grin of his was familiar. To him,
Lee always looked as if he had just come from pulling off some
insane prank and was pleased with himself.
     Rod let him in, watching him haul in his gear and noticed his
appearance was getting a little "farout." He grunted to himself,
hoping he wasn't one of the peaceniks. "What are you doing here?
What about school?"
     Lee shrugged and gave him a fine enigmatic smile. "I got
kicked out."
     "How come?"
     Lee stood on one hip, looking at the floor and lazily
scratching the back of his neck. "Well, I could tell you a lot of
stories but the truth is I got caught balling the wife of the head
of the history department in a broom closet and all hell broke
loose and when it was all over it was suggested that maybe I
should pursue my education elsewhere."
     Rod laughed. "No? Really? Caught in a broom closet!"
     Lee looked rueful. "Ever try to put your pants on while
you're running down a hall stark naked with an irate husband
swinging at you and his wife screaming bloody murder up and down
the hall?"
     They laughed together and Rod held a shushing finger to his
lips, pointing to the sleeping form of Gail on the couch. Briefly,
he explained what had happened and they carried Lee's suitcase and
sleeping bag into the bedroom. Rod got drinks and closed the
bedroom door. He was delighted to see Lee and, as they sat and
drank and joked, it reminded him of good times in Saigon, nights
when they stayed up and drank. He liked Lee, liked his honesty
and, as they talked, he found he could tell him things about the
war that he had kept locked up inside of him. Lee was a good
listener and said, "Yeah, I've been thinking about upping. Hell,
I'm bored. I'd like to see a little of that life over there. I
mean, that's where the action is. It's all that basic bullshit,
all that spit and polish you go through, that stops me."
     "Yeah, it's a drag. Sometimes I think of re-upping. Most of
the time, I don't know what the hell I want."
     They sat, relaxed, drinking. "Yeah, I know the feeling. Hey,
how was the poontang over there. Fill me in, man."
     They talked on, their voices low and confidential, drinking,
laughing together over sexual adventures. Lee listened closely,
his eyes glinting like some predatory bird sizing up a potential
meal.
     Finally, he leaned forward, nudging Rod's knees. "Listen,
last time I was here, I got to know a chick. Her name is Kim
Clarke. Wild? Out of sight. A real far out broad for real."
     "What's she like?" Rod asked, feeling the scotch and a
certain man-to-man smuttiness.
     "She's a topless, bottomless, double-clutching,
breech-loading, high-stepping, gear-shifting, air-cooled,
free-wheeling wild dancer. Didn't Gail tell you about it?"
     Rod shook his head and tried to keep calm. "No, she never
mentioned it." Perhaps he was going to find out some of what was
bothering her.
     Lee shrugged and nodded understandingly. "I took her to one
of those topless-bottomless places. She had never been. The chick
there, Kim, turned me on and so I met her."
     "Ah," Rod said, holding up a finger. "That's what's bothering
her. She told me you were kind of wild when you were here."
     "Wild?" Lee looked like he was posing for a picture as the
innocent angel. "Wild? Me?" Then his lips spread in that crooked
insinuating smile and Rod slapped him on the knee.
     "Probably the whole thing upset her. I mean, the place and
you, her brother, making out with a dancer. You know how she is."
     "Yeah," Lee grinned. "Only it didn't upset her and I didn't
make out with Kim until later. I told Gail I was going back to
school and went back down and shacked up with Kim for two long
grueling days. I tell you, she is out of sight. No bull, just a
straight come-on and hop right into bed."
     "No kidding?"
     "An inexhaustible fucking machine."
     "No kidding?"
     "Wake up in the middle of the night with her going down on
me. Listen, I'm going to see her for sure this trip. Like to meet
her?"
     Flattered, Rod laughed and said, "Why not? Always wanted to
meet a fucking machine."
     "Great!" Lee said enthusiastically. "Tell you what. Tomorrow
night we'll all go down to the club and you can catch her act."
     "She really strip? All the way?"
     "All the way and believe me, what you'll see is nothing
compared to what she does in a bedroom."
     "Too much, huh?" Rod asked, his mouth a little open, his cock
beginning to jerk and swell in his pajamas.
     "Listen, I'll tell you a little of what she does. Ever heard
of using whipped cream? Puts it all over your cock then eats it
off."
     "Really?"
     Lee grinned sardonically. "And that's just for openers. Like
she says: If you cum on that, it don't count."
     The two laughed together, Rod amazed by Lee's outlook and
excited by the prospect of meeting such a girl as Kim. Lee went on
regaling him with her lewd and bizarre conduct. He described her
body in detail and topped it all with, "And guess what? She's only
just turned seventeen. Honest! She's so built, she looks older.
Phony I.D. allows her to work in a nightclub. We'll all go down to
see her tomorrow night. What say?"
     Rod was only too eager to agree when he remembered Gail. "No
good. Doctor says she's got to stay off her feet for a few days."
     Lee looked concerned and nodded. "Tell you what. Why don't I
bring her up here after her show? Man, that would be a gas. Gail
will get tired and go to bed and I'm sure I can talk Kim into a
private show."
     Rod's cock gave a leap. "It would be wild," he said, dubious
that such a thing should ever happen.
     Lee reached and punched him on the shoulder. "Like old times
in Vietnam, I bet. Tell me about over there. Ever smoke any of
that Vietnam grass?"
     And there the discussion took a new turn with Lee admitting
and producing some grass and Rod tiptoeing to the door to check on
Gail before lighting up and smoking and relaxing into a rambling
euphoria where he talked of the war and, eventually, his buddy.
They ended the talk with both silent and drugged. Lee stirred
himself, unrolled his sleeping bag and fell asleep on the floor.
Rod crawled into bed thinking of all the kids who had been wounded
and killed. Thinking of the body of his roommate when he was asked
to identify it.
     When you can go like that, he thought, quick and without
warning, when you can go for no good reason at all, what the hell
difference does anything make? Live it up.
     He rolled over on his face and fell asleep, determined he
would somehow have the dancer, Kim, over to their house that
night.



                             Chapter 6

     Gail woke early, looking around, locating herself and sitting
up. She felt sleepy still, but rested. She put some weight on her
feet and found she could hobble to the bedroom. The shock of
seeing Lee on the floor and the empty glasses and bottle made her
catch her breath. She retreated from the room hastily, shutting
the door and retreating to the couch. She sat, trying to think of
what to do. With an impulse, she thought of leaving the apartment,
going away until he had left. Yet, where could she go? All her
clothes were in the bedroom.
     She sat, resigned, that strange sad look coming into her eyes
again. With a deep sigh, she got to her feet and made her way to
the kitchen where she started preparing breakfast. Both of her men
would be hungry.
     It was Lee who awoke first, rubbing his face then listening.
Noises coming from the kitchen, small early morning cup-and-saucer
noises. He got up noiselessly, put on his pants and crept to the
kitchen. Gail was standing with her back to the door when he
entered. He hadn't made a sound yet he saw her back stiffen. She
felt him behind her. She turned slowly, looking at him with large
grave eyes.
     He took her in quickly. She had changed physically. Something
different in her face. Maybe it was self-pity. Whatever it was, it
was a sign to Lee. She still wasn't broken. She was still full of
pretense, she was still a "good girl." She still wasn't what he
called, "Liberated." She still felt guilt and felt there was a
"normal" way to behave in bed.
     It was with a thin lipped grin that, he crossed the room in
his bare feet, thinking: I'll take care of her.
     He took her in his arms and kissed her on the mouth, running
his tongue in and out as one hand closed over her buttocks. "Hiya,
Babe," he whispered, pulling his mouth away. "I'm back."
     Gail was fighting him with all her strength, glancing over
his shoulder toward the bedroom. "Lee!" she hissed, hitting his
bare chest with her fists. "Rod is in there! Stop it!"
     For an answer, Lee thrust his hips forward and rubbed his
groin against hers. Under his pants, he was as naked as she was
under her housecoat. "Been a long time, Babe. I want to fuck that
little million volt pussy of yours again."
     "Stop that talk! You're insane!" she whispered fiercely,
fighting to pull away but feeling her strength and resolution
ebbing fast. She fought against a animal desire to throw open her
housecoat and let him fuck her right on the kitchen floor with her
husband, Rod, joining in. Let him watch her brother fucking her,
let the two of them do anything they wanted to her! "Oh, Lee," she
moaned, trying feebly to pull away. "Why did you have to come
back? " she wailed, her voice rising slightly.
     Lee let go of her, looked over his shoulder and walked to the
table and slid on a chair. "How about some black coffee?" he asked
in a cheery voice.
     His luck or intuition held. Rod was up and coming out,
yawning and stretching. "Well, he's here. Hey, what are you doing
on your feet?" he asked, taking Gail in his arms and kissing her.
     A lewd thrill ran through her. She felt her cunt moist and
itching with desire between her thighs as she looked at Lee
grinning at her with that wild look on his face. No matter what
else she felt, it was exciting, being caressed by two different
men one right after the other.
     "Well, there he is. Does he look all right? Only thing wrong
with him is a broom closet."
     "What?" Gail asked and the two men laughed.
     She was led back to the couch and, while they both made
breakfast and kidded back and forth in the kitchen, she tried hard
to compose herself and make light banter back. She learned that
Lee had left school by Popular request and her mind imagined what
had happened in the closet and she insanely wished that it had
been her, that they had thrown the door open and caught them
fucking and they had gone on, right in front of them.
     She jerked herself back to reality with the silent warning
that such thoughts were bad and the dreaded admittance that she
thought of them--sex fantasies--increasingly. She sat on the couch
and watched her brother and husband with increasing disbelief.
They got along so well together and Lee was so charming and full
of locker room camaraderie with Rod. At times, she sat stunned by
the secrets she held when she watched Lee's seemingly innocent yet
brazen behavior. His audacity was unbelievable! They sat in the
living room, and the late afternoon sun slanted long into the
room. Rod had mixed a batch of martinis while Lee was playing a
Rolling Stones album on the stereo he had rushed out to purchase,
Rod driving him to the nearest record store, and was now
enthusiastically trying to get Gail and Rod to like the music.
     Rod was tolerant and unimpressed. They sat sipping their
drinks until Lee suddenly, again, unpredictably, leaping to his
feet and snapping the stereo off. He looked down at Rod with a
smile twitching his lips. Then he turned and stared seriously at
Gail on the couch. He turned back to Rod, his face set and
serious. "I've got something to tell you. Something I wanted to
tell you last night."
     His manner, his tone of voice made Rod sit up. "Well, what?"
     Again Lee swung around to face Gail on the couch. It seemed
her face was drained of all color and the knuckles of her hand
tightened, growing white, around the glass she held. She didn't
breathe or blink. She couldn't. She was frozen with fear.
     Lee looked back at Rod. "Gail and I have a secret," he said,
his voice low and each word loud and clear.
     Rod stiffened, not sure of what he was going to hear; not
sure that he wanted to hear it. "Okay," he said gravely, "Let's
hear it."
     Lee looked hard at Rod then Gail for a moment and Gail felt
as if she were on the verge of screaming, a scream she wouldn't be
able to stop.
     "Well, when I was here before, when you were away, we ... no,
it was me. I made Gail do something."
     Rod licked his lips and nodded. It was coming, the whole
sordid mess, he thought. His eyes flicked at Gail who was sitting
like a marble statue, her eyes riveted on her brother. "What," Rod
asked in a low voice, "Did you make Gail do?"
     Lee held a palm out, "Well, actually I talked her into it.
Listen, it's all my fault and I take the blame. It was my idea and
..."
     "Get to it!" Rod said, his face hard.
     "Well," Lee suddenly looked like a charming boy, abashed at
what he had done. "I talked her into smoking some grass."
     The three of them seemed caught in a frozen tableau for an
eternity of seconds before Rod took on a look of amusement and
threw back his head and laughed and Gail seemed to grow smaller
and sag back in relief on the couch, a silly dazed smile on her
lips while Lee kicked his toe into the carpet, winked at Gail then
turned a lamb-like face to Rod. "Like I said, it's all my fault."
     "That's it!" Rod said, pointing at his wife who tried to
laugh back. "That's what's been bugging you! Even after I told you
I had smoked it!" He was up, grinning, going to his wife and
kissing her on the mouth. "You were worried! How did you feel,
like some dope fiend?" he asked.
     Gail hugged him, thankful her brother hadn't just come out
and told all the truth. She wasn't completely sure that he
wouldn't just for the hell of it, come right out and say it.
     Her relief was entirely artificial yet she seized the
opportunity to feel closer to her husband. He had her in his arms
and she was looking over his shoulder at her brother standing
slouched in the middle of the room, grinning at her, immensely
pleased with himself.
     Rod seemed elated that his doubts were so easily assuaged; he
drank and laughed and got up, slapping Lee on the shoulder. "You
son-of-a-gun! I might have known!" He was suddenly full of
questions and plans. He discovered that Lee could get some. With a
broad wink that Gail couldn't see, he asked Lee. "How long will it
take?"
     "Well, it depends. I could make a phone call."
     It was agreed and Lee went into the bedroom to make the call.
Gail motioned to Rod to come close to her so that Lee wouldn't
hear. "Rod, I don't want to take any."
     "Ah, come on, it's all right."
     "I mean it. I don't like what ... I just don't like it."
     Rod was too elated to really listen. He drained his glass and
poured himself a generous amount of straight scotch. He raised his
glass in a mock toast. "Don't be a prude. Listen, I tell you it's
all right. Little grass won't hurt a thing."
     Gail stared up at her husband filled with a dread of what was
coming. He was standing in front of her, drinking, gulping. She
knew his pattern. If he kept on like this, he would soon be drunk.
A premonition, a sudden flashing sense of what was going to
happen: a presage of doom. Rod drunk, smoking marijuana and Lee
urging him on, biding his time like some smiling predatory animal.
Lee sitting in the background until Rod is too drunk and too
drugged and passes out. Then?
     "Rod, please don't drink too much," she said in a soft,
plaintive voice.
     "'Sallright. Look, honey, we used to drink night 'nd day over
there," he said with an extravagant wave of his arm. "Fly one of
them choppers smashed, can do anything."
     Lee came into the room, grinning shyly at Gail then looking
self-conscious in front of Rod. "Look, remember that girl Kim I
told you about last night? Well, she's got some and she's got the
night off. How about if I ask her over?"
     "Sure! Why not? 'Sallright, honey? Sure it is! What the
hell!"
     Lee left, grinning at Gail, borrowing the car keys to go pick
Kim up. Gail was left sitting on the couch, her face a mask.
Calmly, she said, "Rod, you're mixing scotch with martinis. Do you
think that's a good idea?"
     Rod, sitting across the room slumped in a chair, made a face.
"Ah, come on," he said, his lips twisting, "You're not going to be
a nagging wife are you?"
     She looked down at the empty drink in her hands. "No," she
answered in a small voice.
     "Better not," he muttered, staring into his glass. "I didn't
come home to listen to somebody bitch me 'cause I felt like having
a drink or two." His voice and manner were sullen and he stared
down at his drink before suddenly gulping it down and getting
unsteadily to his feet and heading for the kitchen to pour himself
another drink.
     An anger blazed in Gail. If her own husband didn't care, why
should she? She held her drink aloft. "If there are any more
martinis, I'd like another."
     "Thatta girl," he said, grinning at her and taking her glass.
"Gonna be an interesting night."
     "And how," she answered with a bitter sarcasm in her voice
that Rod ignored, thanks to his numbing drinks.
     She got Rod to help her to the bedroom where she checked her
a appearance and brushed her hair then got into bed. She was
working on her third martini when the doorbell rang.
     With the bedroom door open, she could see a portion of the
living room. Gail's heart stopped when she saw who Lee's girl
friend was: it was the dancer they had seen together what seemed
so very long ago! Lee was more diabolical than she had thought.
     The girl stood in the middle of the room, wearing an Indian
headband and a fringed buckskin miniskirt. Her bare thighs and
legs were tanned. She was tall, well-shaped with dark almond eyes
that flashed suggestively as she looked around the apartment and
into the bedroom where she saw Gail sitting erect in bed. A slow
lascivious smile spread over her thick shapely lips, as she
shifted her weight, thrusting out one hip and putting a hand on
it. She lowered her head, her smile all-knowing. "Hi," she said in
a throaty voice, "I'm Kim."
     Gail closed her eyes and nodded. Women have a way of
understanding each other far better than men do. A look, a word, a
gesture, an intonation, can say so much. Men tend to make little
of such scenes, putting it down as jealousy, as petty vain
rivalry. Women know better: Kim had just told Gail that she knew
all about her and Gail had accepted and silently pleaded for
mercy.
     They all came pouring into the bedroom with introductions and
explanations all around about Gail's accident. They sat on chairs
with Kim sitting on the edge of the bed with a newly poured drink
in her hand, smiling down at Gail. "Your brother didn't do you
justice."
     "Oh?" Gail looked at Lee who was busy stuffing a long pipe
with a thick gummy substance.
     "You're much more beautiful than he said," Kim said in a cool
way.
     Gail tried to wince out a smile. "Thank you."
     "Damn right," Rod said, looking at Kim. "Hey!" he said
loudly, "What is that, Lee?" he asked, turning to watch Lee.
     "Something better. Hash. Seems Kim had some and wanted to
donate it."
     Rod turned and grinned at Kim again, his eyes taking in her
smooth bare thighs and her heavy pointed breasts under her dress.
Damn, he thought, I don't think she's wearing a bra.
     Gail knew she wasn't. Having her sitting there, shifting her
weight, she could gee her breasts move freely under the buckskin.
She had seen Kim naked and knew how high-riding her breasts
naturally were.
     "Say, are you really Indian?" Rod asked, obviously fascinated
by her exotic beauty and excited by what Lee had told him about
her. He crossed his legs and sipped at his drink, feeling his cock
growing thick between his thighs. "I mean, do you have Indian
blood somewhere in the family?"
     Kim gave him a dazzling seductive smile. "Yes, my mother was
a full-blooded Cherokee, my father was a red headed Irish
policeman in Coffeyville, Kansas. I'm what they call a half-
breed."
     Rod laughed and patted her on the shoulder. "What a
combination. Couldn't be better."
     "For what?" Kim asked in a low seductive voice, flirting with
him over the edge of her drink.
     Rod's face colored and he drank from his glass before
answering, "Oh, anything, I guess."
     Lee interrupted with the pipe. He lit it expertly and quickly
handed it to Rod who puffed and rose to sit on the bed next to
Kim. He exhaled and handed the pipe to Kim. "Pass the peace pipe,
huh?"
     Again, Kim smiled at him with an inviting look. "Depends on
what you mean by 'peace,'" she said, accenting the word.
     Lee and Rod laughed as Kim took the pipe into her mouth
slowly, closing her lips over the stem with a loving, "Mnnnn."
     They passed the pipe around, crowding closer on the bed. Gail
looked to see their smiling faces watching her as she puffed on
the pipe. The hashish was having an effect and she felt like she
was on a celestial elevator, zooming up so fast she felt as if she
had left her body and reason far down below. This, she thought, is
what they must mean by getting 'high.'
     The room was suddenly very quiet and thick with a pungent
sweet smoke and everything seemed to be moving in ultra slow
motion. It seemed to Gail she had accepted, puffed on and passed
the hashish pipe hundreds of times, that they would never smoke it
all. She stared absently at the faces around her. Rod had taken on
a glazed look and might be some child watching a movie or TV. He
didn't seem conscious of anyone around him until he started,
rubbed his face and said, "Wow!" in a soft voice and look at Kim
with his eye slitting and growing hungry.
     Lee seemed bemused, his fist propping up his chin as he
watched Rod and Kim, ignoring Gail. Kim straightened her
shoulders, thrusting her breasts forward toward Rod so that her
nipples pressed against the soft tawny buckskin. Her dark Indian
eyes slid slowly to Gail and wandered over her body, taking in all
she could see.
     Lee slapped his hands on his knees and said, "Let's have a
little music and some more to drink."
     Rod tore his eyes from Kim and said, "Hey, that's a great
idea." He got to his feet and went into the living room after
collecting all the glasses. Kim, with a lazy smile, said, "Let me
help you."
     Gail was left looking at Lee who was staring off into space,
that wolf-like smile on his face again. "Lee, don't, please don't.
In God's name, don't."
     He turned innocent eyes to her. "Don't what?" he asked then
chuckled to himself and got to his feet and walked to the door,
his hand on the knob. Looking over his shoulder, he gave a cruel
wink. "You gotta rest. I'll tell Rod. And," he whispered, closing
the door, "I'll be back."
     The door closed slowly and firmly and Gail leaned back on the
pillows and closed her eyes. There seemed nothing she could do to
stop what was happening. Nothing, in her drugged state, she wanted
to do. With an anguished thought, she realized that there really
was nothing she wanted to do. She drained her glass and wished for
sleep.
     Kim followed Rod to the kitchen, her hips swaying back and
forth. She stood watching him mixing the drinks, her hands on her
hips, her pelvis thrust out. Rod gave her a flirting glance. What
the hell, he thought, no harm done and it's not like I'm an old
man yet. "Lee says you're a dancer."
     Kim, smiling, her chin tucked in so that she looked at him
seductively, said, "That's right. Come watch me some time."
     "I'd like to," he said, handing her a drink. "Do you like
it?"
     "Dancing? Or do you really mean do I like dancing in front of
men naked? The answer to both questions is, yes." Again she smiled
seductively at him over the rim of her glass, showing her fine
white teeth.
     Rod looked at her, finding it impossible to believe she was
so young. Her face was unlined and looked young but her body was
so fully and wildly developed. From the living room came music
from the stereo. Lee had selected some quite cool jazz And Kim
began to swing her hips in a slow brazen manner. "I just hear
music and I gotta move."
     Rod leaned drunkenly against the kitchen table and watched
her begin to dance, her feet staying in place, only her body
moving, undulating, her hips suddenly twitching out in time to the
music. Her arms above her head, she danced into the living room
with Rod lurching after her. He saw her fall into Lee's arms and
kiss him passionately on the mouth while her hips ground into his
crotch and Rod could see her firm young buttocks tense and bunch
under her miniskirt. "Hey," he said, waving his glass, "Let's have
a party."
     Lee tore himself free to gasp, "Man, it looks like we are!"
     "No!" Rod said, falling into a chair and spilling some of his
drink. "I mean a real party with entertainment." He leered at Kim
who had turned to look at him. She danced slowly and sensuously
toward him, halting right in front of him, her arms slowly raising
to cup her breasts and thrust them at his face while her hips did
a slow wicked bump and grind.
     "Look, don't get this chick started. I'm warning you, Rod,"
Lee said. Then, "Hey, where's my drink?"
     "'Sin the kitchen," Rod said, slurring his words and never
taking his eyes off Kim's wiggling body. "'nd take your ole sweet
time gettin' it."
     Lee gave him a comradely wink and said, "Think I'll take a
drink in to Gail and keep my little sister company for awhile."
     He disappeared into the kitchen while Kim continued dancing,
whirling around the room, her eyes half closed. Lee came back into
the room with two drinks in his hands and a child-like foolish
grin on his face. "I'm so stoned I don't know what I'm doing. You
okay?" he asked Rod.
     Rod nodded absently, still watching Kim dance. Lee noted with
satisfaction that his eyes were glazed and he was having trouble
focusing them. Kim would keep him busy. He turned the door knob to
the bedroom with his fingers and shoved the door open with his
elbow. This, he told himself, was going to be some night. Kim
working on Rod while he taught his prissy married sister a lesson.
And Kim knowing all about it!
     Rod tore his eyes from Kim long enough to see Lee kicking the
door shut with his heel. Kim stopped dancing and picked up her
glass, sipping from it as she walked toward him. "Hey, Kim," he
said, "Don't stop. You're pretty good."
     Kim gave a laugh. "I'd better or I'll start getting rough and
raunchy." She drank and raised her glass as a toast. "The only way
I know how to dance."
     Rod drained his glass and said, "I'll drink to that. I mean,
I'd really like to see you dance." He struggled up out of his
chair to get still another drink. Kim pushed him back in his seat
and said, "Let me do that. " He sat back, dazed, watching her firm
young buttocks switch back and forth as she sauntered into the
kitchen. While she was gone, he tried to clear his head, rubbing
his eyes. Gotta think clear, he told himself.
     He looked up to see Kim standing in front of him with two
fresh drinks in her hand, smiling down at him. Jesus, he thought,
how long has she been standing there? He took the drink with a
vague. smile. His brain seemed fogged and he couldn't think
straight. All he could think about was Kim's body and her whipped
cream trick. But his wife was in the next room with his brother-
in-law! He had better be careful, he thought.
     Kim suddenly bent over him and kissed him on the mouth, the
tip of her hot wet tongue whipping into his mouth and sending
shudders down into his groin that caused his cock to leap in lewd
excitement. "You're nice," she whispered in his ear.
     His free hand touched her hip and he felt her naked flesh
under the sensuous deerskin. "You're okay," he whispered.
     Her face was close to his, her eyes large, dark, and burning,
as she whispered, "Want me to dance for you?"
     His mind raced, drunken, drugged and ramming, horny, wild,
mad! Why not, he thought, exulting drunkenly, after all, it was
Lee who brought her! "Yeah," he breathed, "Go ahead!"
     He sat, his cock throbbing, caught in his pants, swelling
painfully and he tried to rearrange his legs, crossing them, so it
wouldn't show.
     Kim put her glass down and stepped back from him, moving
slowly, her eyes closed, a smile on her face, her hips swaying as
she lifted her arms and pulled the miniskirt up over her head. Rod
sat, his face impacted, his breath shallow as he watched the limp
buckskin being pulled up her tanned thighs. Up, up, higher and
higher until her face was covered and she was naked from the waist
down. He looked at her broad swaying hips and her long thighs with
his eyes drawn to her sparse young wedge of curling pubic hair.
She turned, standing on tiptoe and pulled the dress free over her
head and flung it on the floor.
     She stood with her back to him, naked gave for sandals and
her Indian headband. Lewdly, moving in pulsating time to the
music, she leaned forward and thrust her naked round buttocks at
him and Rod gazed open mouthed as he saw her tight vagina trapped
between her strong thighs with its vaginal lips firm and covered
with dark downy pubic hair. In time to the music, she turned, her
arms widespread, her legs apart, her knees bent. Slowly, as he
watched, she began moving her hips and cunt as if she had the tip
of a cock right in front of her thighs and was trying to rub
against it. She threw back her head, her eyes closed, her mouth
open and her pelvis rolled forward and she let out a little
delighted moan and her body shuddered as if an invisible cock had
been shoved in her and she began an imaginary fucking right in
front of Rod who dropped his drink on the rug and ignored it as he
lurched to his feet, breathing heavily.
     Kim was on him like a cat, lewd, twining, her, arms tight
around him, her open mouth locked to his as his tongue darted in
and out while one of her long tanned dancer's legs slipped around
behind him and pulled his groin close to hers. He felt his ramrod
cock against her naked belly and he fought to get away from her,
catch his breath. "No! " he breathed. "My wife and him," he said,
pointing.
     Kim's face was intense. "So what? Now or never for me and
you. Come on, what have you got to lose?"
     "Everything!"
     "Coward!" she said, almost spitting the words.
     A wild idea entered his mind. Lee had done it in a closet!
Why not top him? Gail couldn't walk and he could, would, had to,
think of something. More than anything, he wanted to fuck this
wild half-breed amoral bitch! He lurched to the closet and opened
it. It was big enough with only a suitcase on the floor. Kim was
right behind him, pushing him into the closet. He turned to find
her hot naked body right against his. Her hands guided his up
until he touched her breasts and he felt them soft and heavy in
his hands and his fingers pinched her nipples and he felt them
grow hard and pointed as he watched her tongue slowly lick her
lips. He felt her hand unzipping his pants. and he closed his eyes
and kissed her as he felt her groping fingers pulling his hard
cock out. Her hands closed over it, squeezing it and pulling back
the foreskin and slowly and surely stroking back and forth as her
tongue darted in and out of his mouth in time to the strokes.
     He felt dizzy with passion and a violent urge welled up in
him. He wanted to fuck the teasing little bitch with all his
might, fuck her until she begged for mercy. His whole body was
tense as he felt her knees bending, their mouths wetly parting as
she slid down to her knees, her hands holding onto his hard cock.
Drunkenly, he put his arms out for support, finding the walls and
standing balanced while looking down, he could see the top of her
head and those big rounded breasts below. She was on her knees and
straightening her back again, thrusting her breasts upward and
outward and placing his prick, its foreskin rolled all the way
back to reveal its red mushroom head, between her breasts, wedging
it into the deep cleavage then using her hands to cup her breasts
close together so that his cock was surrounded and held in place
by the hot soft flesh of her breasts with only the thick rampant
head visible.
     She bent her head to look down at it and, with an electric
thrill searing through him, he felt her wet hot tongue flick
across it, teasing the glans on the very end. He saw her look up
and smile and smack her lips, greedily tasting the drop of cum she
had urged from him. Her head swooped again and he felt the flat of
her tongue lick all over his prick and he thrust his hips forward
just as her incredibly soft and wet lips closed over the head and
she sucked while her tongue twirled downward and his head fell
back limply as he moaned aloud.
     The whole shaft of his prick felt encased in warm soft moving
flesh while the head felt her hot mouth sucking on it with the
tongue tormenting it into a swelling that hurt him. He wanted her,
he wanted to fuck her silly. He'd show her what a real fuck was
like. Roughly, he pushed her away, the back of her head bumping
against the closet door, knocking it open, allowing her to sprawl
out on the living room floor, her breasts quivering like jello,
her long nude body flowing out, her legs spread wide so that he
looked down and saw the glistening red slit of her cunt.
     With a hoarse cry, he fell from the closet, landing on top of
her. His cock pushed, felt her vaginal lubricated lips rubbing
against the thick head of his cock. Thrusting with his hips, he
felt her cunt spreading in a slow lewd way. Then, pushing, he felt
it sink home, into the hot depths of her cunt. Her long legs
wrapped around his buttocks and pulled him in while her hips
writhed up so that he felt his cock sink in as deep as it could
go.
     They exploded in a frenzy of movement. Rod, jaw clenched,
fucked her with all his might, with a wild insane abandon. Kim
held him tight, her hips moving as fast as she could while she
moaned and her head thrashed back and forth. He was fucking her so
hard her hips and buttocks came clear of the floor and then were
sent crashing, thumping down again as he used all his strength to
ram his prick home in her. In front of him he could see her open
mouth with her eyes rolling in her head as she thrashed around,
writhing under him. He was fucking her across the floor, digging
in with his knees on the rug and slamming down on her so that she
saw stars. They were fucking their way into the middle of the room
so that there was no place to hide or no possible explanation to
make if Lee should open the door. And Rod didn't care. His mouth
twisted open as be felt the mighty hurricane rush of an orgasm
sweep through him and funnel out his prick and explode wetly
inside of the girl and he bit her hard on the shoulder to keep
from shouting.
     His face twisting in a wild drunken, drugged exultation, he
rolled off her and flopped on his back, gasping for breath. Kim
was on top of him immediately, kissing him. He pushed her off and
got to his hands and knees and crawled for the kitchen, Kim after
him. She was excited, lewd, and wanted to be satisfied. She pawed
at him on the kitchen floor as he fought to catch his breath.
"Come on " she gasped.
     "No." He shook his head, exhausted, looking down at his cock.
It was still hard and white hot sperm, his own cum, was still on
it. "Too dangerous," he gasped, shaking his head. "That was crazy.
They must have heard."
     "No, no, they didn't!" Kim said in a low voice. "Don't worry,
it's all right. Come on, I'm horny and hot!"
     Rod held her by the shoulders. "They must have heard."
     "No, no!" Kim insisted, her eyes glinting as she crawled on
top of him, thrusting one of her breasts in his face. "It doesn't
matter!"
     Her words froze him. How could she know it didn't matter
unless--unless she knew something! He grabbed her by the
shoulders, full of a sudden rage. Kim recoiled and found herself
helpless in his iron grip. "What do you mean?"
     "Nothing. I meant I want to cum too!"
     "What do you mean, it doesn't matter?" he asked, his voice
hard.
     "I meant it doesn't matter if they catch us," she said in a
lame voice, her face telling him she was lying.
     His drugged and drunken state was like storm clouds dark,
thick, and heavy in his mind and her words were like a parting of
the clouds and a flash of lucid lightening in his brain. "What's
going on here? I mean, what's really going on here?"
     He suspected a monstrous evil sick trick was being played on
him. With a madman's strength, he whirled Kim around and clapped a
hand over her mouth. He grated into her ear, "You be quiet or
you'll be sorry!" With a controlled fury, he forced her to her
feet and dragged her, naked, his prick still hanging out of his
pants, back into the living room and toward the bedroom door.
     When they got near the door Kim's leg lashed out, trying to
kick it. Rod hadn't expected that and his drunken and drugged
nerves reacted too late. He pulled her away as the door flew open
and bounced away from the wall.
     The scene that greeted them turned both of them to marble.
Rod couldn't move or speak or even think. Slowly, unconsciously,
he let go of Kim. He stood, looking into his own bedroom, at his
own bed, at his wife and her brother on the bed, naked.
     Lee was lying on his back, his legs spread wide and Gail, his
wife, was on top of him, her legs to either side of his waist, on
her knees. And, as he watched in stupid amazement, he saw her
naked buttocks exposed to his view, her anus puckered and tight
and below, below, her soft, hair fringed cunt was wet and split
wide. It was stretched as far as it could go and as he watched her
hips move obscenely up and down her brother's huge thick prick, as
he watched the glistening prick disappear into her cunt, folding
the tight vaginal lips in, then saw her lift her body, saw the
flaming red walls of her cunt rolling out, seeming to cling to the
shaft of the slippery cock with all their might, he knew; he knew
that what was happening was worse than any expectations. He was
being cuckolded by his brother-in-law, that he was witnessing
incest!
     His mind exploded as they fucked on, oblivious of him, Lee's
hands massaging Gail's breasts in a lewd and exciting rhythm. With
a roar, he hit Kim with the back of his hand, sending her flying.
He rushed into the room and grabbed his wife by the shoulders and
sent her crashing off the bed. Lee was leaping up just in time to
catch a fist square in the face. He fell backward and off the bed,
his mind reeling. Rod was on top of him, punching and slapping him
as he sobbed and screamed out his rage and hate. With a snarl, he
whirled and slapped his wife's head back and forth until it was a
blur.
     He leaped to his feet, his fists ready. Brother and sister
cowered on the floor, looking up at him. Blood trickled from the
corner of Lee's mouth. "Scum!" he spat at them, "Rotten perverted
scum! So that was it! Well, I'm through, you hear?" With an insane
strength, he picked Lee up. Lee held his hands up. With a cold
calculation, he knocked him down again then whirled on his wife,
seizing her by her hair and lifting her to her feet. "And you, you
perverted bitch!" he growled.
     "I couldn't help it! I tried to tell you!" she wailed.
     With a look of contempt twisting his face, he shoved her from
him. "I'll be back tomorrow to get my things and deal with you!"
He stood in the middle of the room, putting his penis back into
his pants and shaking with rage. "When I come back, I don't want
to see your sick face!" he said, turning to Lee who was on the
floor, wiping his mouth. "Where are the car keys?"
     Lee felt his jaw and motioned to the night table by the bed.
Rod scooped them up and stalked from the room. In the living room,
Kim was on the couch, her dress held in front of her body. He
glared at her with tight lips. They all had been in on it and he
would make them pay, he would make them wish they had never tried
to make a fool of him. He stepped out of the tiny apartment and
slammed the door shut with all his might, the sound booming and
echoing down the hall.



                             Chapter 7

     Gail lay naked on the floor, listening to the sound of the
door slamming a doomsday note in her brain. It seemed as if the
sound went on and on, growing louder. The whole building, the
block, the city, the whole world would know of her incestuous
behavior.
     When Lee had come into her room bearing drinks, she knew what
was going to happen. He had undressed in front of her until he
stood naked with his huge cock held in one hand, a drink in the
other. Even before he spoke, she began taking off her clothes with
trembling fingers, a lewd feeling growing in her loins. "Don't
worry, Kim is going to keep him occupied," Lee said with a jerk of
his head toward the door. She was helpless as she lay naked, her
legs spread obediently apart, as he loomed over her.
     Now, she was discovered and an odd relief mingled with her
agony. At least it was all out in the open now. Whatever Rod
decided to do, she deserved it. She put her head in her hands and
sobbed.
     Lee was up on his feet, his fists clenched, glaring out of
the bedroom, "That chintzy coward! See him run! Lucky for him I
got some self control. I'd like him to come back here so I can
punch him one in the mouth!"
     Kim appeared in the doorway, her face calm, composed, and
disgusted. She leaned against the doorjamb, holding her dress in
front of her and regarded Lee with a cool unblinking gaze. "Okay,
you big thrill, you can cut it out, nobody's listening."
     Lee looked over her shoulder at the empty living room. "Oh,
how I wish he would come back so I could work him over!"
     Kim had seen and heard scenes like this before. In her world
anything went, and that meant people with hurt feelings. She
glanced at Gail huddled on the floor then looked back at Lee.
"Some wheel you are."
     "Huh? " He looked at her with wild eyes.
     "Big time, you said. Told me it would be really far out.
Yeah, you balling your sister and a real good time for me. Told me
I'd plead for it to stop. Look what it really is, a real tear
jerker!"
     "Oh yeah?" he growled, looking around at his sister. That mad
governing drive that possessed him, that wild reckless compulsion
that had forced countless situations and gotten him into all kinds
of trouble, that black and evil spirit that engulfed his soul and
would eventually lead to his doom raged up in him. No one, least
of all a woman, was going to put him down. No matter what the
cost, he would emerge triumphant. "Oh yeah?" he repeated in a
challenging voice. "Okay," he said, shoving his face in Kim's
bored way. "You wanted action, you're going to get it! Let's see
just what kind of a swinger you are!"
     He leaped across the room and picked Gail up by her wrists.
"Shut up! Just shut up and listen to me!" he hissed at her. "Do as
I say!"
     Gail was shocked by his words and looked at him with her
swollen eyes wide. He pushed her back on the bed where she fell
and closed her eyes, moaning, her legs slightly apart. The silence
in the room made her open her eyes and Kim was standing at the
foot of the bed, her lewd almond eyes taking in her nude body.
"Mmmmmmmm," Kim murmured, letting her dress fall noiselessly to
the floor. She looked at Lee standing by the side of the bed with
a wicked sidelong look.
     Lee wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "Go on," he
said, looking down at Gail. "Babe, you're going to be hanged for a
horsethief, might as well steal the horse."
     Gail put her hands over her eyes. This, after all that had
happened, was too much. "No!"
     "Yes!" he hissed. "God damn you," he raged in a low tight
voice. "I want to see you, I want to see you hot and begging for
more! I want to see you making love with Kim!"
     Gail pulled her hands away from her eyes, horrified. He
couldn't do this to her! Not now! Not ever! He couldn't ask this
of her, he couldn't ask her to make lesbian love while he watched,
he couldn't, wouldn't, mustn't, ask this depraved act of her.
"No!" she whispered, her voice small and trembling. She pulled her
legs together and covered up her vagina with both hands. Lee was
on her in a moment, wedging his hands between her thighs and
forcing them apart with his masculine strength.
     "Please, no!" Gail begged, her voice wavering as she saw Kim
standing with her legs spread slightly apart, her fingers
caressing her cunt as she smiled down at Gail's protective hands.
"Relax," she whispered, "I can do things to you no man ever can
and you'll like them."
     Gail looked at her with pleading eyes as she crawled up on
the bed between her legs. Lee relaxed his agonizing grip on her
thighs and began prying her hands away, talking all the time in
that demanding insistent way of his. "I want you to make love
while I watch, I want to see you get hot and wild and I want to
see you cum with your hot little pussy wrapped around another
woman's tongue!"
     The lewd insane thought hammered at Gail's mind as she felt
her hands dragged away from her cunt and pinned to the bed above
her head. She tried to squeeze her thighs shut but only succeeded
in locking them around Kim's waist. "N ... no!" she breathed as
she felt Kim's soft forefinger glide up and down the slit of her
cunt. Despite herself, she felt herself responding as the finger
lightly played over her clitoris and ran lovingly up and down the
lips of her vagina. The teasing aroused her and, as she was
opening her mouth to make one last feeble protest, Lee kissed her,
running his tongue deep into her sucking mouth.
     "Mmmmmm," Kim used the fingers of her other hand to
delicately spread Gail's cunt, looking down as she continued
stroking with her forefinger. "She's getting excited."
     Lee took his mouth away and clamped it on the nipple of one
of her breasts as Kim began sawing a finger in and out of her cunt
and Gail closed her eyes and let her body go as she inwardly
gloated at the helplessness and depravity of her position. This
would be the most lewd orgasm of all! Her hips began gyrating as
Kim let out a pleased little smile as she twirled her finger in
her own passion-moistened cunt while her thumb rubbed Gail's
clitoris and Gail found herself spreading her legs and rolling her
buttocks under, completely exposing the whole of her open cunt to
the other girl.
     With a wicked and pleased expression, Kim wiggled down on the
bed until her shoulders were wedged between Gail's thighs and her
head bent over Gail's open hot cunt Lee took his mouth from her
breast and reaching, propped a pillow under Gail's head. "I want
you to watch her eating your pussy," he whispered.
     Gail looked, excited by her own undulations as she rotated
her cunt in front of Kim. Kim cupped her hands under Gail's
buttocks and tilted her hips so that her cunt thrust up. And, as
Gail and Lee watched, the tip of her red tongue flicked out and
licked her clitoris. A shudder of pure depraved pleasure wracked
Gail's body and she moaned, "Oh, God!"
     Lee watched as his sister relaxed, her naked body held by Kim
and himself in a lewd pose, her legs split obscenely and her hips
rotating and undulating obscenely as a look of wicked pleasure
twisted her features and she narrowed her eyes to slits and peered
down between her jutting breasts and undulating stomach and saw
Kim flick her tongue back and forth over her clitoris, exciting
her even more. Then, as she gasped and moaned, she saw Kim's head
dip a little and she felt the tip of her tongue slide wetly into
her cunt.
     Her younger brother, beside her, watching with her, shifted
his weight and cupped one of her huge breasts in his hand and
nibbled with his teeth then sucked a nipple. His free hand groped
for her hand, found it, grasped it and guided it to her other
breast. Gail, her eyes closed, cupped the breast willingly as her
hips moved up and down and she felt the girl's tongue licking into
her cunt. Nothing mattered any longer but the pleasure that
depravity could bring her. Lee, with his tongue licking her
nipple, crammed a pillow behind her neck, propping her head up
against her chest so that she could see Kim's naked body and her
bobbing head wedged between her legs. With a moan, she lifted her
knees and spread her heels as wide as they could go and felt Kim's
hot wiggling tongue sink deeper into her lust-maddened cunt. Out
of the corner of her eye, she could see Lee licking and sucking at
her breast, sending spasms of pure heated pleasure down into her
groin where it blended with her lewd, ever growing passion. She
closed her eyes in bliss: she would do whatever he wished, she
would even make love to Kim if he wanted her to. Absently, moaning
with a lubricious delight, she stroked the nipple of her other
breast, then, knowing why her brother had guided her hand there,
she craned her head and tilted the nipple so that she could suck
on it, twirl her tongue around it while she closed her eyes and
felt tongues caressing and exciting her everywhere.
     With a snarl, Lee shattered the even growing rhythm of
sucking and licking and Gail's increasingly abandoned gyrations by
pulling away and saying, "I got an idea, I want to see this!"
     Kim reluctantly pulled herself free, looking up at Lee with
dark burning eyes. Gail was writhing on the bed, her hands running
up and down her body, over her breasts and down over her stomach
and hips and sliding over her cunt while her breath came in sharp
little hisses.
     "Lay down on your back with your head at the foot of the
bed," he ordered Kim. She responded with a grin, rolling over on
her back with her large tanned breasts rolling. She bent her knees
and spread her legs so that Gail, lying beside her, her head at
Kim's feet, looked between her thighs, at her cunt with its
swollen vaginal lips and the glistening slit showing, her
excitement.
     Lee was off the bed and stalking down to the foot of it,
grinning down at Kim who grinned back up and saw his huge thick
cock held in his hand. "Get up," he said to Gail. "Get up on your
knees."
     Gail obeyed, rising to her knees with her breasts bunching
together temptingly, her hips swaying. Every nerve in her body was
screaming for more of the pleasure she had felt and she looked at
her brother with that funny helpless look in her eye. "Kneel over
her," he commanded in a low voice. "Kneel over her face with your
face right over her cunt."
     The crude direct obscene command made Goosebumps appear on
her flesh and she knelt, her knees on either side of Kim's head,
felt her fingers tingle up and down the insides of her thighs, and
bent forward, putting her weight on her elbows and looking at
Kim's hips and her widespread legs and the gently throbbing lips
of her begging young cunt.
     Her buttocks facing Lee, she moaned long and low when she
felt his strong hard hands seize them and order her to spread her
legs wide. Then, whimpering, her buttocks twitching and rearing,
she felt him spread the lips of her cunt with his thumbs and felt
the great thick head of his cock press into the warm wet walls of
it. She cried out her lewd delight as she felt her hips being
forced apart, felt her cunt stretching painfully as his
blood-inflated cock head sunk home with a wet obscene sluicing
sound and she knew that Kim was going to see that great cock
sawing in and out of her cunt. She was going to watch him fuck her
into ecstasy and insensibility.
     Her body responded, her hips thrusting backward as Lee thrust
in. She wanted to ride the pain of his huge cock, ride it past the
stretching and past the blunt savage head banging relentlessly on
her cervix and on to the point where she would feel pleasure so
intense and thick she would wail with delight and beg for more.
Then, a jolt, like high voltage, ran through her body and she
stiffened: Kim's tongue was licking her clitoris from below while
her brother fucked her from behind!
     Her mind went wild and they all began moving in an ever
increasing lewd tempo and, closing her eyes, she bent her head and
let her tongue lick over the girl's hotly distended cunt. Kim
responded by letting her hips move up and down and they were soon
undulating together, sweating, in an obscene tempo with Lee
gloating over the whole thing, cold-bloodedly pulling his long
prick out of his sister's cunt against her moaning protests and
bending his knees and guiding his cock into the Indian girl's
waiting mouth. A few lubricious strokes and he pulled out and sunk
it back into Gail's waiting cunt.
     Then, a sound, a bump, by the door.
     It was Rod. He was back. In the apartment, framed menacingly
in the doorway, staring at the lewd intertwined bodies on and over
the bed.
     Rod had left the apartment in a fury, running to his car and
roaring off. He had driven with a suicidal abandon, screeching
around corners until his rational mind took control and he found
himself on a freeway and slowed down and allowed himself time to
think. What was he going to do? His mind ran amok among several
possibilities: tell the police, tell their parents, go back and
beat them to within an inch of their lives, never go back, divorce
her and, in some way, get even.
     More than anything, he wanted to get even. A wild overriding
fury possessed him and he realized that he had been shocked cold
sober and, while he made his plans, he needed a drink. He pulled
off the freeway and found a roadside bar. He sat in the cocktail
lounge by himself gulping a double scotch and downing it at once
and reordering. He sat over the second scotch, staring off. More
than anything, he wanted to get even. The insane audacity of the
two of them! Right in his own house while he was in the next room!
What could he do to get even with a stunt like that? A cold cruel
grin spread across his face. He tossed his scotch off, ordered
another and drank it while paying the bill.
     Back in the car, heading back toward town, he felt his head
clear and his body calm. He would show them, he would fix them.
Above all, he would fix her, his adulterous young wife.
     As he parked the car in front of the apartment, his one worry
was that they might have gone. Across the street, he could see the
dirty old man looking out of his front window. He grinned coldly.
If that old guy only knew ...
     He tiptoed to his door and listened, holding his breath. No
sound. He crouched and squinting one eye, peered through the
keyhole. The apartment was silent but the lights were on. In some
insane way, he knew they were still inside, that they were all in
the bedroom. He let himself in slowly, turning the key in the lock
with diabolical slowness, inching the door open silently and just
as slowly and quietly closing it and turning the lock shut. No one
was going to run out. He tiptoed slowly across the living room,
planting each foot carefully and slowly leaning his weight onto it
before taking another step.
     He held his breath as he neared the door. He heard low
muffled sounds and a moan of passion from his wife. The bedroom
door was half open and, slipping between the couch and end table,
his back against the wall, he looked into the full-length mirror
bolted onto the door and saw Gail sprawled lewd and naked on the
bed, on her back with her legs split wide. The Indian girl, naked,
her beautiful buttocks facing him, was crouching between Gail's
legs and licking her cunt. Rage tore at his throat while lust
ripped at his groin, swelling his cock as he watched his wife and
Kim in a lewd lesbian embrace while Lee, naked, on the bed, was
sucking one of Gail's breasts and, as he watched, his breathing
growing excited, he saw her cup and bunch her free breast and suck
on the nipple herself! Her lewdness was unbelievable. He watched,
bending over the table to get a better view of the obscene tableau
going on in the mirror. His mouth was open and sweat was forming
on his upper lip as he watched his wife writhe, twist and undulate
in a lewd passion he, himself, had never experienced with her.
     Suddenly Lee was pulling away and saying something and Rod
straightened and flattened against the wall, holding his breath,
fearful his reflection had been seen in the mirror. He listened,
his heart pounding, as he heard Lee giving orders and the sound of
bodies shifting on the bed. He waited what seemed an interminable
time before leaning out and over the end table again. They had
shifted around and he couldn't see all of them so he had to lean
further, balancing precariously on one hand. He saw Lee and Gail's
buttocks crouched over the other girl's face. He saw the
expression on his wife's face as her brother shoved his big cock
in her cunt and he watched, his heart pounding and his cock rock
hard in his pants as Lee began enjoying himself, using both of the
girls in an obscene way while his wife was so depraved and
excited, he saw her lick Kim's cunt while her buttocks twitched
and rolled with wild, uninhibited pleasure.
     Now, now he'd show them. He twisted and with his free hand,
tried to readjust his throbbing prick in his pants and lost his
balance and fell with a thump. Instantly, all sound stopped in the
bedroom. Rod leaped off the end table with a snarl and, moving
faster than he thought he could, was standing snarling in the
doorway as Lee turned his head to see what made the sound.
     For what seemed an eternity of seconds, no one moved or said
a word. Lee withdrew his prick from his sister and pointed a
finger. "Now wait a minute," he said in a shaky voice, "I ... wait
a minute ... I can ..."
     "Shut up!" The words hissed through the air and, for once in
his life, Lee knew he had better remain silent. Rod came slowly
into the room, looking at the three of them, menacing, no man to
be fooled with, but possessed of an insane coolness and presence
of mind. With a jerk of his thumb, he said, "Over there!" to Lee
and Lee obeyed, backing away from the bed.
     Gail rolled off of Kim and the two women turned their heads
to stare at him with frightened eyes. Another jerk of his thumb
told Kim to scamper off the bed and join Lee while Rod stood
looking down at his wife with cold glittering eyes, a cruel smile
playing on his lips. "You like to fuck, huh?" he asked in a low
quiet voice, "you like having fun, huh?" he went on as he slowly
undressed while Gail cowered and Kim and Lee held their breath.
"You like acting like a whore, is that it? You like feeling like a
slut, huh? Turns you on, is that it?" he asked as he flung his
underwear to the floor and stood over his wife, stark naked, his
cock swollen and blood red, "Well, I'm going to show you what it
really feels like. On your stomach!" he commanded, the words
crackling through the air.
     Gail, although fearful of her life, obeyed without a word.
She rolled over on the bed, exposing her beautiful, well rounded
buttocks. "Spread your knees and get up on them!" Again, there was
a relentless throb to his voice that told her to obey. She got to
her knees, her head still down on the mattress and spread her legs
so that she was posed obscenely, her cunt wet and split wide.
     Rod crawled on the bed without even looking at Kim or Lee and
spread the cheeks of his young kneeling wife's buttocks and let
his thumb rub roughly across her tiny puckered anus. "This," he
said with a twisted grin, his voice rough and hoarse, "is what I'm
after. The only virgin hole she's got left!"
     Gail gave a sharp cry of pain as he brutally thrust his
forefinger into her anus up to the first knuckle joint. She felt
it pop lewdly in and held it defensively fast by the rubbery ring
of her anus as he wormed it slowly around inside, his fingertip
exploring the soft inner walls and teasing at the sensitive flesh.
     Then, with a suddenness, his finger was pulled out and her
whole body trembled with fear. She knew without a doubt what he
was going to do and yet a lewd thrill of humiliation ran through
her: She felt she deserved it. This would be the final depravity,
the ultimate humiliation: to be sodomized by her outraged husband
while her brother and the Indian girl watched.
     She whimpered as she felt the head of his cock pushing at the
entrance of her anus, sending hot wires of pain shooting
electrically through her loins. She lay with her eyes shut tight.
It was going to be agony, but she couldn't stop him. Wildly,
obscenely, she didn't want to stop him!
     She began crying from the pain and pleaded in an incoherent
trembling voice, only unintelligible sounds of fear coming from
her throat as she felt the iron hard cock pushing into her back
there as he leaned his weight forward and felt her anal mouth
expanding until she felt sure it would split. "Agggghhhhhhhhha!"
she cried as she felt the huge hammering head pop through the tiny
puckered entrance. The pain was so great that even Rod grimaced as
he felt her virginal anal walls snap tight and choking, around his
cock. Biting his lips, he pushed further, feeling it sinking
deeper and deeper in, the smooth rubbery tightness beginning to be
a new lewd thrill.
     Gail felt she would pass out from the pain and she screamed
and saw stars dancing in front of her eyes. But her enraged
husband only pushed harder, sinking in another cruel lust-hardened
inch with the flesh locking tight around his cock as he wormed
further and further up into her tightly constricting anal walls.
Slowly, diabolically, he pulled out with her anal flesh clinging
obscenely to the cock as though it were glued there. Savagely,
then he began thrusting in and out, fucking into and ravaging her
rectum insanely as she screamed and cried futilely for mercy.
     Lee and the Indian girl were huddled by the wall, watching
Rod ruthlessly sodomize his wife. They grew excited and caressed
one another. Lee, feeling his old manic aggressiveness coming
back, put his hands on the girl's shoulders and forced her to her
knees where she took his cock in her hands and sucked hungrily on
the tip while they watched the scene on the bed.
     Rod found himself full of a sadistic sexual power as he began
fucking his wife's back passage brutally, his own excitement
growing as he felt her body reacting and her whimpering words
spill out between screams. He used all his weight, and strength to
drive his cock home and, as she screamed, he began sawing in and
out in a wild, abandoned rhythm, determined to shoot his cum deep
up into her anus and fill her adulterous, incestuous little belly
to the bursting point.
     Lee, his hips moving lewdly, his cock gliding in and out of
Kim, the other girl's mouth, watched his sister being savagely
fucked and felt his own brutal excitement growing. And, as he
watched, he saw Gail's body slowly begin to roll and writhe like a
bitch in heat, saw her firm, rounded young breasts jiggle
obscenely on the mattress below her. The expression on her face
was changing from intense pain to intense pleasure. The sounds
torn from her throat were turning to moans and mewings of
pleasure. "She's liking it!" he said in a whisper of disbelief.
     Gail was loving it! She was beyond the pain now and loving
her humiliation! "F ... f ... fuck me harder, d-darling!" she
breathed ecstatically.
     "Rod!" Lee called, "turn her over and we'll both give her
cock!" his brother-in-law called.
     In his savage lewd mood, Rod found he was capable of doing
anything. Lee's suggestion seemed like a way for him to show his
further contempt. Holding Gail tightly by her slim waist, his cock
buried in her anus, he rolled her over on top of him until she lay
sprawled, her breasts and legs spreading.
     Her brother and the other girl hurried to the bed and looked
at her loveliness as she lay with her legs spread wide, the hilt
of her husband's cock buried deep up in her wide-stretched asshole
and her cunt wet, wide, and waiting. Instantly, her brother was on
top of her and shoving his virile young cock deep in her open,
receptive cunt while she moaned and tried to move in time between
them. She could feel the two hardened male cocks inside of her,
moving independently of each other, separated only by a thin wall
of excited flesh between rectum and vagina.
     The Indian girl was on the bed, lying next to the trio. "Me
next!" she breathed as she caressed their bodies and kissed their
mouths. Each of them pawed and caressed her nakedly twisting body
with their free hands as they began moving in rhythm to one
another, building toward the wildest of orgasms ever.
     "Do it to me," the tightly sandwiched Gail cried through lust
contorted lips, "fuck me ... fuck me harder ... I want to cum ...
Please, oh, God, I want to cum ..."
     The dually fucking cocks, husband and brother, plunged into
her again and again, grinding and twisting their hips lewdly as
they fucked crazily in and out of her wide-stretched cunt and
rectum. The two men could both feel their balls begin to swell and
ache as the beautiful, naked young body of their wife and sister
began suddenly to writhe even more violently between their
sweating bodies.
     Gail whimpered again and again as the two cocks plunged deep
up into her screaming belly, her husband's stretching the virginal
end of her rectum that gripped the sperm-swollen head like warm,
buttery honey. Forgotten was the humiliation of being taken like a
slut by her own brother and husband at the same time, or the
obscene, pleading words still pouring half coherently out of her
open mouth. All that mattered now was the wild, raging fire
swirling out of control in her body flaming higher and higher by
the two cocks fucking crazily into the dual passageways up between
her widespread legs.
     Gail jerked her thighs back to open her cunt more to her
younger brother as she felt his cock buried deep in her womb begin
spurting hot and wet into her belly. At the same time, she ground
her buttocks down tight onto the impaling cock of her husband as
it, too, suddenly erupted deep up into her bowels. She squirmed
tightly against both their groins, holding both the hotly spurting
cocks deep in her body as her vagina and rectum both convulsed
crazily sucking the last of her husband and brother's hot thick
cream deep into bowels and belly. And then ... she, too, screamed
... as her own orgasm lashed like wildfire through her nakedly
dancing body, the violence of her cumming bouncing her helplessly
between them. She writhed and twisted, clutching her younger
brother tight in her arms and dropping her legs out to the side
locked her feet tightly under the knees of her husband as she
fucked out her passion like a wild, animal bitch in heat.
     And then it was over. With a soft mewling sound her body went
limp between them, her head rolling slowly to the side as a louder
groan escaped her lips as the now half-hard cocks slipped wetly
out of her sperm-flooded anus and vagina.
     There was silence for awhile, broken only by the heavy
recuperative breathing coming from them all. And then, Gail felt
her legs being spread wide again and the softness of feminine hair
tickling her inner thighs as a slowly licking female tongue worked
hungrily at the sperm-covered lips of her open pussy. "Oh, God,"
she moaned inwardly, "Is this what the camper and those teen-age
boys would have been like?"



                             Chapter 8

     The scene is upper New York state. A small sleepy town of
quiet respectability. Outside of town, there is a small junior
college. The time is autumn--Indian summer--and the trees have
burst in a riot of color. Russets, reds, flaming oranges, and sun-
bright yellows decorate the campus as leaves fall and whirl in the
wind. There is the nipping hint of a cold winter to come in the
air. Buzz Bierbeck, the football coach waits on the commons for
his friend, Hank Morrison, history teacher, to join him. They will
wend their way off campus to a local bar where they will have a
drink and conversation before going home to their wives.
     Buzz sees Hank approaching, walking in his slouching way with
his ever-present pipe dangling from his teeth. He looks beyond
Hank, past his shoulder, as he sees Gail Hanover, Mrs. Rod
Hanover, come out of the administration building and walk to the
parking lot. Buzz ran his fingers through his crewcut and nodded
in her direction as Hank sauntered up. "Damn, don't know what it
is, but I'd sure like to make it with that bitch." Hank turned to
appreciate Gail with sleepy eyes. As they watched, one of the
students called, "Mrs. Hanover!" and ran to catch up with her.
     "That?" Hank asked as they watched Gail and the boy talking
together. "Better forget about that. She's a real straight arrow.
The word is out: she won't stand for any pass."
     "Look at that figure," Buzz enthused. "Damn, why does she
dress like an old maid?"
     "Like I said, she's pretty square and very much in love with
a husband in Vietnam."
     "Yeah. Too bad. There's just something about her, some kind
of look on her face."
     Hank laughed and slapped his friend on the back. "Forget it.
Listen, of all the broads in this town, that is the least likely.
No hank-panky for Mrs. Gail Hanover, believe me."
     Gail's conversation with the young boy couldn't be heard. All
the two instructors could see were their lips moving and their
mouths smiling. An agreement was made and they said goodbye and
Gail went smiling to her car.
     It might be hard to recognize her from the girl in San Diego
of a few months before. She wore her hair in a tight severe bun.
Horn rimmed glasses perched on her nose. She wore little or no
makeup and her dresses were long and she generally wore tweed
suits that helped to hide her voluptuous form. At the school,
working in administration, she was known as cool and efficient,
all business. The boys at the school seemed to like her and she
seemed interested in their problems and could be seen talking with
them on breaks and at lunchtime.
     Tonight, she was driving home with a smile on her face. She
rented a little house near the campus. She liked it because it was
warm, friendly, and excluded from neighbors.
     At home, she read the day's mail. A curt letter from Rod in
Vietnam, saying the war was dragging on. A letter from Lee and Kim
out in California, saying they were going to visit her next
summer. She put the letters away and began preparing for the
evening. Daylight saving made the dark come early and she smiled
at the prospect.
     Nightfall found her standing by the window, looking out, a
drink and cigarette in her hand. It was a different girl from the
one seen earlier on the campus. Her hair was let down to fall in
wild billows. Makeup accentuated the sensuous features of her
face. She was wearing high heels and black open-net stockings held
in place by a garter belt. A silk kimono slipped from one shoulder
as she jiggled the ice in her drink and sipped as she looked down
at the snowy mounds of her breasts naked under the kimono. The
lights were low, music was playing on the tape recorder and soon,
soon, the young boys would be coming. Coming from the college,
ostensibly on their way into town to see a movie. She closed her
eyes and smiled. Young boys with strong slim naked bodies and
erect cocks, young boys so cruel and demanding in their youth,
young boys who would fuck her like a street whore and make her do
obscene things. Young men who seemed inexhaustible and insatiable.
She grinned, drained her drink and brushed her hair from her eyes
as she walked to the bar to pour another stiff drink.
     She needed to be fortified for the coming evening. It
promised to be a long one. How many were there coming, she
wondered. Six. Six young horny men alone with her. With a throaty
hard laugh, she said aloud, "Looks like I made it to that camper
after all."



                              The End


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