Today's middle class Americans maintain a stable outlook which in reality masks the turmoil existing behind drawn blinds.
There is alcoholism, promiscuous sex, for the adult and teenager alike, and, for some, the breakup of marital relationships as a result of mate-swapping. The children observe their parents' so-called "mature" lifestyles. The mark is made and the effect lasts a lifetime.
This is the story of a family without parents, a story in which family relationships-those of two daughters and two sons-follow an unusual course of development in the absence of two adults figures. What happens to these children is a startling revelation of how events can alter personalities, how fate plays with all.
HER BROTHERS WERE BEST-a novel with a lesson for those unaware of what is really happening behind the closed doors of America.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Jean Henderson heard her younger sister come in the front door. As usual a male voice accompanied Hetty's giggly exclamations. Jean turned the page of her textbook and tried to concentrate on her reading. But Hetty's young voice carried through the big house. She heard footsteps descending the steps to the playroom. After a few more moments she heard the bong of the pinball machine as it was punched into action.
Jean closed her book and walked slowly across her room. Always the same pattern, almost the identical time. Every day, or every other day anyway. It wasn't that Hetty was doing anything wrong when she brought a boy home. It was the fact that she brought home so many different ones. And Jean felt especially responsible for her sister's morals. Their parents had died in a tragic automobile accident. Luckily, a comfortable estate had been left, enough to take care of the four children.
At twenty-eight, Jean sometimes felt like a fusty old mother to her two brothers and Hetty. Rick and Mark were twins. Not identical, but born within hours of each other. Ricky was blond, slight of build, tall. Mark resembled his brother somewhat but was more athletic. And Mark was darker too. His personality seemed to match his brooding brown eyes. He had dark brown hair that hung long over his collar. Though almost as tall as Ricky, he looked shorter because of his broad shoulders and thick build.
Rick was witty and fast with words. He had a look of condescension on his face much of the time. But Jean knew that he didn't mean to look down on people. It was just his way. He was amused by life, whereas his brother Mark was sometimes confused by it.
Jean found herself thinking about Rick at the most disturbing times. She had long since given up her schoolgirl crush on her younger brother. After all, he was ten years younger. It had been her early baby-sitting jobs that had intrigued her. She remembered changing diapers on the boys The fascination with their male bodies. Especially Rick's slender, uncircumcised cock. She even remembered the day she found small, blond curls sprouting on Rick's balls. Still it was hard to close her mind completely to his sexiness, especially since she spent so much time with her studies and dated only rarely. She was around the house so much that she couldn't help but run into Rick often.
But it was Hetty that gave her the most worry, Hetty was sprouting too. Jean wasn't sure of what direction the little fifteen-year-old might take next. Hetty was as short and compact as Jean was leggy and slender. Where Jean had long brown hair that was perfectly straight, Hetty's blond curls were a mass of confusion. She had a cute, round face with freckles scattered here and there. At fifteen she was already a master of eye make-up. And she wore clothes that showed off her attributes to the best advantage, Hetty's attributes were rather large tits. And she had a plump, curvy ass that bounced when she walked. Her waist was slender, unlike many girls who had short, full bodies. She was, Jean thought, a lovely little doll. And yet she seemed so young. There wasn't a single pubic hair on Hetty's body. Oh, Jean had seen a little blond down once when Hetty was drying after a bath. But it wasn't anything at all like her own brown thatch. Of course Hetty was a virgin. Jean was sure of that. Her young sister had had a slight urinary infection some months before and the doctor had talked to Jean after the examination. He told her that he could clear up the trouble easily but commented on Hetty's rather small and late-maturing organs.
Hetty certainly didn't act like she was immature in any way. And that was what bothered Jean most. These boys her little sis kept bringing home, they weren't any older than Hetty of course, but kids could get into all sorts of trouble when left to their own discretion.
Jean sat down and opened her book again. But she couldn't study. The pinball machine had stopped bonging and her imagination was running crazy. She could see Hetty doing terrible carnal things down there on the big leather sofa. Of course she was imagining things. Wasn't she?
To take her mind off her young sister, Jean got out her book on hypnotism. She'd been interested in it for a couple of years now and in fact had gotten pretty good at actually putting people into a trance. It wasn't anything to fool around with. She'd taken instruction from one of the best, a two-month course that covered every angle of the discipline. And now she felt competent enough to perform parlor tricks for the amusement of her friends at State College. But she was getting even more interested in using hypnotism as a tool to help people. She was getting good enough to help people break bad habits or to learn a foreign language. It was exciting to be able to broaden the mind of a fellow human being. It gave her a certain sense of power and satisfaction when things turned out like she planned.
There, the pinball machine was starting up again. Jean felt somewhat better. But she went on reading in the book on hypnotism. She was studying the part where the subject was put in a very deep trance and yet his body could function normally in every other way. Suddenly, Jean was thinking of sex. She was embarrassed to let her thoughts wander like that, but the excitement of her body tempted her to stray farther. She imagined herself controlling some male. She made him strip and lay on her bed. She had complete control of him. She commander! him to have an erection. And then Jean whimpered out loud as she imagined herself straddling the rigid, pounding cock and skewering herself onto it while the subject was completely unaware.
"Ohhh god," she breathed, slamming the book shut. Her panties were damp from the juices that had seeped from her cunt. She was breathing fast. Her pulse raced. And when she looked at herself in the mirror, her face was flushed.
To make matters worse, the pinball machine had gone quiet again. What was Hetty up to down there in the basement? Nothing, probably. And still ...
Jean realized that she had not had a date in months. Working on a thesis wasn't too good for a girl's social life. But she really didn't have time for emotional involvements. She sat on her bed and kicked off her shoes. She was still breathing fast and her thoughts strayed again to how nice it would be to have a man. No one who would intrude on her ordered, careful life. But someone to have at night.
"Oh my! I must stop thinking of these things," she gasped. But try as she might, her hands would not obey. She lifted the hem of her skirt and gazed down at the nylon crotch of her underwear plastered to her soaked cunthair. Then she edged a finger under the elastic of one leg and began to gingerly rub her swollen mound.
Slowly, Jean let herself fall back on the bed. Her feet were still on the floor and she fanned her toes in the thick carpet as she continued to caress herself. She had not done anything like this in months. Her trembling finger was already working between the outer plumpness of her mound. She was rubbing the slick, feverish membrane close to her clit. She felt the pink nubbin become engorged with blood. It jutted out from the juicy mess as she teased a fingernail near it.
"Nuuuhhh," she moaned, spreading her legs. Her lips had curled back from her teeth and she tossed her head back and forth on the mattress. Now she was using three fingers. Her middle one slid into her pussy. She eased it all the way in to her last knuckle. Then she let out a breath and shuddered violently.
"Wrong ... wrong ... but I can't help it!"
Now she was moving her slender hips. She fucked with them, plunging against the in and out movement of her finger and the teasing friction of her thumb against her clit. Her heels drummed the floor. The bed squeaked rhythmically as she rubbed her self to a steamy froth. Visions of naked men flashed through her mind. She imagined them crushing her down into the bed, their turgid, hot cocks plunging like her finger plunged. Their mouths were wet and warm and hungry. And then she imagined only one man. He was muscular and broad in the shoulders. He was dark-haired and dark-eyed. He held her so closely as they heaved with the rising passion of their fuck. And then Jean knew that the man in her imagination was her brother Mark. She tried to blank him out, but he was there, stronger than ever.
"Nooo ... not Mark!" She plunged her bottom up and down viciously as she fingerfucked with ever increasing fury. Yes, it was Mark, taking her, filling her. She grabbed a pillow, thrust it between her thighs and clamped hard.
"Mark ... god ... uhnnn!"
Ashamed of the ravishing spasms, but shivering with the hunger that had engulfed her, Jean let the pleasure flood through her in breathtaking waves. Her nipples felt supersensitive as they rubbed against her blouse. And all the while Mark's cock plunged into her body again and again and again ...
* * *
Terry Caruthers watched the last ball fall between the flippers and turned to Hetty. She was sitting on the arm of the leather couch, waiting for him. She liked him okay, but felt infinitely superior. She lowered her shadowed lids slowly like she'd seen a starlet do in a recent movie. Then she ran the point of her pink tongue back and forth over her upper lip. She did it three times. She did it very deliberately.
"Seems like I should get to see your tits," Terry said. "Five bucks is a lot."
Hetty sighed. "Five bucks isn't shit, Terry. Five bucks doesn't even buy me a cheap top." She stretched and her breasts rose. She liked the feeling of them hanging heavy on her chest. Hetty was always getting excited by the way her nipples rubbed everything she wore. She stretched again and let her arm brush over the full, high swells as she brought it down. Hetty was staring at the shapes under her T-shirt.
"Well, what do I get for five bucks?"
"Like we agreed. I'll bring you off with my hand." She struggled and yawned. "That's all."
"Can't I even peek at one tit?"
Hetty was already shaking her head. "Unh-uh."
"What if I give you another dollar?"
Hetty considered this for exactly three seconds.
"Two."
"Two bucks! Jesus, Hetty, I-"
"Two bucks and you can kiss me on my tit." She got up as if bored, strayed to the pinball machine. Her father had bought it before he and her mother had been killed. But she tried not to think of it in those terms. She pretended it was a prize she'd won for being chosen Miss Teenage America. This little game she played with herself always amused her. Because most of those chicks that got Miss Teenage America were pretty dull-looking. She imagined herself as the first one with guts. Terry Caruthers was unwadding bills from his jeans. He spread them on the coffee table with trembling hands. Seven dollars. She knew that just about broke him for the week. And Hetty couldn't help but feel a little tingle of excitement to know how desired she was.
"Okay. There it is." He looked up at her with doggy eyes. Hetty swayed across the room to the sofa. Her sister was upstairs, but she could always tell when anyone was on their way to the playroom. A certain board in the old house gave a creak when anyone used the stairs descending from the bedroom. It was foolproof. It gave her a sense of privacy in the playroom. She sat down beside Terry. He was breathing hard and his pants were all poked up like a tent.
"You got a handkerchief?" she asked.
"Huh? No. No, I don't."
"Well, we can't have it all over the place." She rummaged in a drawer and came up with a single Kleenex. She put it on Terry's knee so she could grab it when she needed it. Then she began to undo his fly. Terry held his breath for a while, then made a funny sound in his throat.
"Aren't you going to use any oil or ... you know ... uhhh ... " He blushed.
"Oil costs a dollar extra."
"Look," he said, panting through the words, "couldn't I pay you the dollar next week at school?" Hetty looked at him through narrowed lids.
"You promise? Next week?"
"Yeah!" he breathed, looking down at her hand. She was massaging the outer skin on his cockshaft. It felt warm to her. Hetty liked the feel of it. She watched the tip of the boy's prick swell and darken as she played with him. She was used to the way a guy looked, but then they were all a little different, too.
"Wait here," she ordered, getting up. She danced upstairs, swung open the refrigerator. She dug three fingers into the cube of butter and replaced the lid. Then she danced back to the playroom and sat next to Terry again.
"Just slip it off of one arm," she told him as he lifted her T-shirt. "For two dollars you only get one tit." She wiggled her arm out of one sleeve and then smeared the cool butter down over Terry's pulsing cock. The stuff melted quickly and she rubbed it into his flesh thoroughly. Already he looked about ready to pop all over the place. She made a smooth circle of her fingers and started jacking him, letting her soft skin slide up over the crown of his cock and then down again. The butter made a little sucking sound when she jacked.
Terry's eyes looked glazed. He leaned forward, his fingers barely touching her left breast. He looked almost afraid to fondle it. Then he pushed his lips against the nipple and began to suck gently. This was the first time Hetty had agreed to let a guy kiss her there while she jacked him off. The sensation was unexpected and a little unsettling.
"Mmmm ... not too hard, damn it!"
"God, Hetty, you're so nice and soft and warm!"
Hetty had stopped jacking Terry's prick and was squeezing it hard just behind the flared tip. He gave a grunt of agonized pleasure and she looked down. The swollen end was throbbing and pulsing like it might explode any moment. She eased the pressure and began to fondle the glossy, dark head with her thumb.
"Ghhhuuuh," the boy moaned, licking her nipple hungrily. Again the strange friction made jolts of pleasure rush through her body. The soft circle of darker flesh that surrounded her nipple had grown feverish. She'd never experienced anything quite so intense. The other tit was tingling, too, as if it were being caressed as well.
But this sudden excitement kept making her mind wander. Hetty couldn't concentrate on getting Terry to spurt and then getting rid of him. She didn't like to take too long. It was really a drag to be interrupted when the guy was about to cream his balls off. She bit her bottom lip and tried to keep her hand moving steadily.
Terry clutched her body and pulled her breast harder against his open mouth. She felt her nipple being sucked deeply between his teeth. The tingles that rode through her cunt were unbelievably intense. She had never dreamed that just getting her titty kissed would excite her like that.
"Hurry up and come, damn it," she groaned, panting. She jacked her hand so fast that the butter spattered noisily. Tiny golden droplets glistened on her wrist as she hurried to finish him. And then she felt his legs stiffen, felt his belly go hard.
"Hetty ... goddamn!"
Something deep inside his body began to throb. Hetty slowed down her hand then. She knew from experience that a guy liked the last of it real slow and sexy like. It made it last that way, though the whole thing never lasted more than a few seconds. She was always surprised at how quickly they spurted.
"Is it good?" she sighed, squeezing the head every time she brought her fingers up around it. Terry's face was twisted with intense pleasure. He couldn't even pay any attention to her tit any more. The little nipple was sticking out pretty good now, Terry's spit shining in the light from the basement window. But Terry was really flipping out! He'd slumped backwards on the leather sofa and was sucking in huge gasps of air. The head of his cock looked like the head of a large mushroom. Hetty's fingers were stopped up the swollen ridge when she brought them up hard. But she just made the circle a little bigger and eased it up over that spongy barb of flesh. It was really hot! She grabbed the Kleenex and held it ready in her other hand. Her wide, blue eyes were fixed on the tiny slit at the tip of Terry's cock.
Usually a guy creamed a little dribble first before he really started to shoot it all over hell. But this time it took her by complete surprise. Terry had been holding his breath as she jacked him very slowly. The cockshaft in her hand was rigid as steel and pulsing like a bomb. But nothing had come from the tip yet. She'd watched the little orifice open slightly as if it wanted to spurt something but couldn't. Terry growled and plunged his hips. She kept her tight hold on his cock, teasing him really good now. Hetty knew that if she made it good like that, slow like that, Terry would come back for more.
Then the hot streak of jizz leaped three feet into the air.
"Ohhh god!" she gasped as it fell across her naked breast and hung from the edge of her T-shirt. She clamped the tissue over the swollen cocktip just as the next jolt of cream boiled out. It made the Kleenex soggy almost immediately. She kept her other hand jacking him slowly, tantalizingly. Terry made animal sounds and ground his hips around in circles. The hot sap was pouring down her knuckles now, down her wrist. The Kleenex hung in sticky lumps.
"Ohhh, Hetty ... shit!"
"You got so damned much," she mumbled, looking around as if to find something else to staunch the throbbing fountains of cream that kept oozing out of the boy's cock. If she didn't do something quick, she'd never get rid of the smell and the mess. She tore her T-shirt off over her head and wrapped it around the head of Terry's cock.
The material darkened as he jetted more seed. Then he let his head fall limp on the sofa cushion and exhaled in a whimpering breath.
"God, Hetty! Oh goddamn it, that was so good!"
She wiped the whitish curds from between her fingers with her T-shirt and then dabbed up the mess on her tit. She went to the laundry room to rummage for something to put on. She found a washed, but wrinkled blouse and slipped her arms in. When she'd buttoned it up, she tossed her damp T-shirt into the dirty clothes basket and went back to see how Terry was doing.
"Remember the dollar you promised," she reminded him.
"Yeah. Yeah, I remember. I'll have it next week." He managed to sit up. A little cream was still leaking from his cock, but he jammed it back in his pants and zipped them up. He turned a warm, puppy dog look on Hetty. She picked up the money from the table.
"Jesus, Hetty, you're something else."
She shrugged and folded the bills and pushed them into her pocket. Then she got up and strolled casually to the pinball machine.
"Want to play a game," she teased, "for money?"
"Nope, you whipped me last time, remember? I ended up paying double." Terry got up and walked to the stairs. "I guess I'd better get home. I'm gonna have to rake the yard or wash my dad's car or something. I don't even have lunch money for next week." Hetty pumped a ball into position and let it fly. She caught it twice with the flippers and kept it in play until she'd racked up fifty thousand and a bonus bell. Terry waved at her when she glanced up.
"See you later, I guess."
"Hey wait," she said, coming over to him. She dug a dollar out of her pocket and pushed it at him. "You didn't tell me you wouldn't have lunch money next week."
"Hey, Hetty, thanks!"
"Remember, you still owe me!"
"Yeah, sure." Terry leaned over suddenly and kissed her cheek. Then he dashed up the stairs and out of the house. Hetty went back to the pinball machine and finished her game. She was thinking of how nice it had felt to have Terry's mouth kissing and sucking at her nipple. Just like a little baby, she thought. No wonder women liked to nurse their own kids. She was about to play another game of pinball, but her body was tingling more than usual. It was Terry's mouth, she knew, that'd done it. Maybe she should have just let him suck on her tit. What the hell, she'd enjoyed it too. But now she couldn't get her mind off it. She found herself wanting very much to touch herself.
She cleaned up the soggy Kleenex and the spots of cum that had gotten onto the leather sofa. Then she hurried upstairs to her room. She closed the door and locked it. Her heart was pounding with anticipation. She first stashed the money in the shoe box on her dresser. Then she got out her electric toothbrush, the one Jean had given her last Christmas.
Hetty never used the damned thing to brush her teeth. But she had found that it made a terrific vibrator. Since she didn't have the nerve to walk into a drugstore and buy one of those things, the toothbrush served the purpose just fine. She smeared some hand lotion over its surface and then lifted the elastic of her panties out from her belly. She slid the thing down under her mound so that it pressed open her plump lips. Then she plugged the cord in and flipped the switch.
With all her clothes perfectly in place, she lay down on the bed as the shivering vibrations began to throb through her pussy. Even the cord was out of sight. Though there was no danger of her being disturbed with the door locked, Hetty liked to pretend she was just napping with her clothes on and let the ecstatic sensations build without her so much as moving a muscle or taking off any clothes.
"Ohhhmmm," she groaned as the toothbrush vibrated between the hot lips of her pussy. She tried to keep perfectly still. She could feel her breathing change. And her pulse quickened. Her little cunt was starting to seep juice and the nylon band of her panties became moist and clingy. She let her mind wander. She wished she had more hair on her cunt. Like Jean. She'd watched Jean getting out of a shower the other night and marveled at the lush, triangular thatch of pussy hair.
Then she thought of her brothers. She had walked past their room one night and overhead them talking about girls. Their, words had thrilled her and she'd hung around straining to hear everything they said. They talked about tight pussies and about girls with long tongues. But she could tell that neither of them had had much experience. Especially Mark.
Now the toothbrush was bringing her to an electrifying level of pleasure. She couldn't help but squirm down against the buzzing thing a little, shoving it even harder against her clit. Then Hetty did something that surprised her.
She shoved a thumb in her mouth and began to suck it ravenously. She edged it with her teeth and ran her tongue along the knuckle. And she realized then that she was pretending, in a way, that her thumb was a cock! What had given her that idea? She didn't know. She'd heard of course about men getting sucked by women. But the act was spoken of almost as if it were pure fantasy. She didn't know a single girl who would actually admit she had or would let a man's hard prick enter her mouth. And yet there she was, sucking and pretending like crazy.
"Nhhuuuh ... Ohhhmmmygod ... ohhhh Jesus ... ohhh shit!" she mumbled around her thumb, licking harder than ever now. She jolted off into spasms of pure pleasure as the electric toothbrush buzzed wildly against her tight little cunt. She wondered briefly what it would feel like to shove that thing right through her cherry and up into her hole. She wouldn't ever do that, of course. But it was fun imagining.
"Ghhhuuuh ... " she moaned, plunging her plump bottom up and down against the electric toothbrush. She came with her short, plump toes fanned wide, her thighs clamped together. And she was still sucking on her thumb when the throes passed and she had to jerk the cord from the socket before the lovely torture drove her insane. As she began to compose herself, Hetty thought about cocks-big ones and little ones and in-between ones.
She even found herself wondering how big Mark's prick was. Was it bigger than Ricky's? Did Rick have blond hair around his cock? Did he jack off? And what about girls? Did her brothers ever have an opportunity to screw a girl? Or were they both virgins, like she was? Hetty fell asleep like that, legs spread, toes pointed. The cord from the electric toothbrush stretching from under her hip huggers to where the plug dangled from the warm, moist fingers of her hand.
CHAPTER TWO
Jean had just taken a bath and was pulling on a fresh pair of panties when she heard Rick call from outside her door.
"Just a minute," she said, throwing her bathrobe around her shoulders. She tied it in front and opened her door. Rick stood there smiling at her in a funny kind of way. He took a breath, looked around as if he wished he hadn't called out in the first place.
"Could I talk to you for a little bit?" he asked.
"Sure Rick, come on in." She shut the door behind him and started toweling her hair dry. "I just got a bath." She smiled. "Sometimes I forget that I'm kind of the mama around here for all you guys. I really don't feel that old but ... "
Rick sat down and pulled a cigarette from his shirt pocket. Jean thought he looked so young. And the cigarette dangling from his lips made him look even younger. She could never tell him that to his face of course.
"Mind if I light up?"
"Go right ahead. They're your lungs."
"Okay, okay. I guess I deserve that." He smiled and held a match to his smoke. "I wanted to ask your opinion about ... well, about a girl."
Jean sat down and continued to dry her hair. Her brother fidgeted for awhile and then looked at her directly. He was a really good-looking kid. About nineteen now, wasn't it? Yes, she was sure. Twenty in July. He pushed blond hair from in front of his eyes and looked down at his feet. They were bare and his gaze made Jean look at them too. She experienced an unexpected tremor of excitement which she quickly pushed to the back of her mind.
"It's about this girl I've been dating," Rick said, "I just think I'm getting somewhere and then she turns everything upside down." He shrugged. "I get the feeling I don't know a damned thing about women."
"Go ahead," Jean said, keeping her voice matter of fact. It wasn't easy.
"Okay. I took her to the drive-in last week. She acted like she didn't mind kissing at all. In fact she kept kissing me when I'd get interested in the film. So I started ... " Rick blushed slightly. Jean didn't let him see her smile. "I started, you know, putting my hand around. She even let me go as far as touching her breasts pretty good." Rick stopped and swallowed. Jean could tell me he was having a hard time getting it all out.
"Look, I'm not shocked by any of this so just go ahead and tell me all the details." In her heart she could hardly wait for her brother to tell all. She hadn't been dating all that much. It was almost like experiencing the real thing.
"Well, I got my fingers under her panties," her blurted. "She was squirming around and really digging it. So I went a little further ... I ... " He dragged hard on his cigarette and looked at his feet again. "I pushed a finger up inside her and then two as deep as I could reach. She let me get her panties down and her dress up. And I was about to jerk my panties down when she just gave a funny little shiver and sat up straight and that was it."
"What do you mean, that was it?"
"She cut me off. I got blue balls something awful." He blushed again. "You know what blue balls are, don't you Jeany?"
"Yeah, I know." She patted her hair with the towel, watching him. "This little shiver you said she had. What kind of a shiver?"
He shrugged. "A shiver. She kind of trembled all over and made a funny sound."
"What were you doing when she shivered like that?"
"I was rubbing a little bump inside her." He looked at his hands. "It was just this little bump inside her slit that she seemed to like me to rub. So I rubbed it." He shrugged and waved his cigarette around as if lost for words.
"Boys!"
"Huh?"
"You don't even know what you had your finger on, do you?"
"Nope."
"That happened to be her clit. Her clitoris." Now it was Jean's turn to be a little embarrassed. "It's something like the head of your ... you know. Your cock!"
"Oh!" Rick shook his head. "Jesus, do I feel dumb."
"Next time she starts breathing hard and making funny sounds, you'd better slow down if you want to keep playing." Jean felt as if she were betraying her own sex. "And if you want to have relations with her, use something so she won't get pregnant."
"Oh yeah, I always carry a rubber." He brought out his wallet and dug something from a small pocket. Jean took the dirty, aging doughnut of latex and shook her head. Then she tossed it into her waste basket.
"Hey," Rick protested.
"Go buy a fresh one," she scolded, "and make sure it's the kind you can keep in the foil packet until just before you use it." Rick hung his head a little, nodded.
"Thanks, Sis. For the advice."
"A girl doesn't want something as tattered and filthy as that thing pushed inside her body. That's a special place on her body. Even if you don't think so yourself."
"Oh, I think so," Rick grinned. She slapped at him, missed and then they both had a good laugh. Jean walked to the door with him. He smiled, put his arms around her to draw her close. For an instant her head swam. She felt her pussy respond as if someone had pushed an electric wire up inside her.
"You're all right, Jeany. Thanks a bunch." Rick kissed her on the tip of her nose and let her go. She reeled backwards, knees shaking. He frowned. "Hey, you okay?"
"Guess I stood up too quick or something. Yeah, I'm okay." As soon as the door had closed behind her brother, Jean threw her bathrobe off and dug at her seeping pussy.
"Oh, Ricky," she gasped, ashamed of her reaction to his brotherly hug, but unable to control her emotions. She could almost feel him still holding her. He was so innocent it seemed and that boyish charm had always been something she was drawn to in Ricky. But she couldn't quite cope with the furious lust she felt now! It was all wrong, all so wicked. Her very own brother! And she was trying to imagine how it would be to have him for her very own.
"Ohhhh," she gasped as her finger sank between her outer lips. Her juices dripped out as if she'd punched a hole in a chunk of ripe fruit. She wiggled the finger back and forth in her cunt. The blood pounded through her brain as she became more and more excited.
"I've got to stop," she said at last and jerked her hand from her panties. She sat there on the bed shaking for a long time. She couldn't just let herself go like that anymore. After a few moments her trembling had stopped. She dressed then and went downstairs.
After a snack and a little television, Jean was on her way upstairs again to do a little reading when she passed Mark's door and saw him brooding. He was sitting on the bed with a towel around his waist. His hair was damp from a shower.
"Something on your mind?" she asked, leaning in the door. Mark looked up sullenly. His dark hair, dark eyes gave the impression of a heavy in a gangster movie. He was starting to get hair on his 'chest too. She was about to let it go when Mark shrugged and gave her a funny look. She had the feeling he wanted to talk.
"I just got through straightening Ricky out," she laughed, sitting on the bed beside her brother, "now what's eating you?"
"I don't know," Mark said in a low voice. "That's the trouble. I just feel ... I feel shitty!"
"You have the blues and don't have a reason, is that it?"
"Yeah. Guess I wasn't meant to be happy."
"What a bunch of shit," she said, poking him roughly. He smiled a little but went to brooding again before Jean could think of anything to break his bitter mood. Then the idea struck her. "You ever been hypnotized?" she asked. Mark looked at her like she was crazy.
"No. And I don't think you could do it to me either," he added.
"What if I could and you woke up in a good mood?"
"You kidding me? Can you really change a person's outlook?"
"It's worth a try, isn't it?" She tilted her head. Mark studied her a moment, then laughed and shook his head.
"It wouldn't work. I don't think I could be hypnotized."
"Bet you five bucks."
Mark thought a second. "Okay. It's a bet."
She made him lay back on the bed. Jean had used the little necklace she wore many times and she undid it now and polished the small, silver ball on her sweater. Mark waited patiently as she began to move it slowly before his eyes. The secret was to make the subject concentrate completely, to clear his mind of all extraneous thoughts.
She spoke slowly and softly as she held the silver ball near his eyes. She watched his breathing and eye reactions as she talked him towards the suspended state she wanted. And sure enough, Mark went as easy as a ball rolling off a roof. He closed his eyes when she told him to. He moved his hand when she gave the order.
"Now you're going to think pleasant things. You're going to forget all your troubles if you have any," she said. What started Jean thinking of sex was to seeing the towel around Mark's waist lift slightly. Her brother had a hard-on. Or at least he was getting one. She felt the excitement herself, tried to resist the impulse to experiment further. She couldn't resist. She felt like fooling around with Mark's mind some. Especially since she had worked herself into a frenzy only an hour before and never finished herself off. Was it possible to sexually excite a subject while he was in a hypnotic state? She'd never thought about it.
"You're thinking about ... about a girl. Any girl will do." Jean licked her lips and tried to calm her breathing. "This girl is long and slender and dark-haired." She scolded herself for giving that description, but her feeling of frustration had seeped through and she'd described herself pretty closely. "You are very excited," she whispered. "Very, very excited."
The towel over Mark's cock was thrust up like it had a tent pole under it. Taking care not to disturb him Jean lifted it to the side. Her brother's cock was thick and the tip throbbed with trapped blood. She looked at it breathlessly for several moments before continuing.
"This girl is willing," she told her brother. He looked like he was asleep, yet not asleep. His features were like those of someone who was resting, but aware. He was really on another plane of consciousness; he was living the dream she was feeding him.
"This girl wants to make love to you," she gasped, feeling her panties flood with slick sex juice. She wiggled her hips back and forth to smear the lubrication around. Her brother's prick had grown even larger. It throbbed with a steady beat, rising and then falling down against his muscled belly again. Her mind raced madly. She was staring at that beautiful male prick like Mark had stared at the little silver ball she'd put him under with. All sorts of terribly wicked ideas occurred to her.
"I could do it and he wouldn't even know!" she breathed to herself. She put a hand out and caressed the lovely, rigid meat. It swelled against her palm as she jacked the skin very slowly.
"You are in the power of this girl," she told Mark. "You will do what she tells you to do. You will not question. You will not awaken."
Jean leaned close to check on her brother's reactions. Was he in as deep a state of hypnosis as she thought? Yes, she was positive she had him in her power. She was sure of it. Jean stood up beside the bed. For a full minute she looked down upon her young brother's naked body. Then she began to unbutton her blouse.
"What am I doing?" she asked herself. But her fingers kept working the buttons open and at last she slipped the thin blouse back over her shoulders. She undid her skirt next and let it drop to her ankles. "Oh, God, I can't let myself do this!" she gasped. But her thumbs were already looped over the elastic of her panties and she squirmed them down over her long thighs.
Mark breathed deeply and steadily, his face a peaceful mask. His cock was rigid. It bobbed gently up and down whenever his heart beat. Jean caught a glimpse of her nakedness in the mirror across the room and felt immediate shame. What kind of woman was she anyway? She'd felt lust for her brother Rick and then taken advantage of poor Mark's willing mind so she could feed that same lust. She had actually taken off her clothes, taken off everything. As if she actually intended to fuck her brother. Mortified, she grabbed her panties and jerked them on. But no sooner did she get the crotch piece snug against her dripping pussy than another hot wave of lust made her shudder. She approached her brother's muscled body and took his cock in both hands. Then she kissed it softly. The heat of his delicate flesh warmed her wet lips. She kissed the slender, hard shape again and again. She was panting now, panting unashamed. She quickly straddled Mark's body. The bed heaved but he showed no signs of surfacing from his trance.
"Ohhh Mark," she gasped, kissing his face. Then she closed her eyes and pretended that the warm, male body under her was Ricky instead. Slender, blond, Rick. She was careful not to put her full weight on him. She didn't want to jar him too much though usually there was no danger of awakening a well-hypnotized subject unless a sharp pain was administered suddenly. She could feel Mark's hard cock rubbing against the wet nylon crotch piece of her panties. She pushed a hand down her belly, under her cunt-mound to stretch the band of sheer material to one side.
"Can I let myself do this?" she asked herself. But already she was wiggling back against the so spongy-firm cocktip. It went between the swollen outer lips easily. She squirmed her slim ass in a slow circle and the inner petals smacked open with a sexy, wet sound. Mark's cocktip parted them and she felt the rigid thing slipping into the heated circle of her hole.
"God help me," she moaned, knowing full well what she was doing. She was fucking her brother! Without his permission or knowledge. There has to be laws against something so wicked! But with that pulsing, hot meat stretching up into her insides, Jean could only grunt with pleasure and work her hips up and down. More of Mark's cock slipped past her stretched and dripping blossom. She felt it pulsing inside her now. She was on her knees over him, skewering her body with steady movements. But Mark's face was still serene.
"This g-g-girl wants you to love her now," she gasped. "You will hold her in your arms and make love. But you will not come!" She swallowed and licked her lips as Mark's arms slowly encircled her back. "You will not come. Do you hear me? Nod if you hear me." Mark nodded. He was kissing her neck. It was a strange kiss, like he was a robot programmed to do what she'd ordered. But the kiss excited her.
"Ohhh ... ohhh, God, this is sooo good," she gasped, feeling herself loved now, feeling her slim body hugged in Mark's embrace. Her small breasts were flattened against his chest. Her belly rubbed his. And she squirmed the last inch of his cock up into her body. Now her clit was in contact with his prick. She moved with gentle fucks to excite the hot nubbin. Mark made small animal sounds. His eyes were still closed.
"You will not come!" Jean repeated as her hips worked convulsively to inflame her senses more. She knew she had to keep her brother from spurting inside her. She wasn't on the pill. If a single drop of jizz got inside her she'd be in trouble. But she wondered too if her hypnotic command would hold him. The only other men she'd fucked, and there hadn't been many, were quick comers. They'd told her that she fucked too hard for them to hold it. But Jean couldn't help herself. When she got this excited, every muscle in her body had to move. She was a ball of fire as the consuming pleasure took her higher and higher.
"Nuuuh ... ohhmmmm ... sooo good." She kissed her brother's face and lips. He didn't react much but at least his arms were still circling her back. She liked that. She straightened her knees and got them inside his parted thighs. Now she could really hump him. She clasped her legs tightly together and worked her slim ass up and down furiously. The friction caused by her clasping pussy as it slid around Mark's rigid prick was wiping her out!
"Don't come," she gasped. "Don't come inside!"
Jean felt herself getting close now. The insatiable tickle had built into a maddening, itch of intense pleasure. An itch she couldn't seem to scratch enough. She lunged down hard against the thick thing that penetrated her body. She tried to keep from biting Mark's shoulder for fear of bringing him out of his trance. But she kissed and licked him until his chest was shiny with her spit. And all the while her trim hips danced over his jutting, blood-dark cock.
When she wiggled herself down as far as she could, there was a feeling deep inside her that she couldn't believe! It was like Mark's cocktip was stretched against the knotted opening to her womb ... like his cock was trying to enter her there too! She breathed raggedly as she ground her pubes hard against his body. She was speared as deeply as Mark's cock would reach. And her clit pounded feverishly with every jerk of her hips.
"Ohhh ... ghhhaaa ... I'm gonna ... no ... not you Mark! You can't come. Do you understand? You can't come!" She closed her eyes, nestled her mouth into the hollow of her brother's neck as she felt the thrilling tendrils of ecstasy engulf her body. She was too excited to care now though another part of her did care. She didn't want to end up with her brother's child inside her belly. But the fucking was so good! The stiff jab of Mark's cock when she plunged down on it! The heat of his body, the hardness of his chest against her small tits.
She came with a shrill little cry that she stifled before it gave her away. The blood throbbed through her temples as she grunted with pleasure and pumped her ass furiously. The cock inside her had gotten even bigger. She could feel the glans scraping her soft cunt whenever she brought her pussy up and shoved it down hard again. But Mark's face was still peaceful. She gasped, her ass frolicking with the frenzied need to rub out that devastating ecstasy. Rub it out or perish. No one could stand pleasure that intense for very long, she thought, no one could. But it never lasted very long. Moments passed, her body relaxed and she was limp on the muscled form of her brother. His hands had tightened like vises on her back though. She realized that he had to be in an advanced state of excitement. Yet as far as she could tell, he had obeyed her hypnotic command. He hadn't shot off his seed into her cunt.
Gingerly, she dragged her dripping pussy up off of his meat. The head of Mark's cock looked about to explode. It was angry-looking, a dark purple that swelled and shrank, swelled and shrank as she watched his chest pound. Now Jean realized that she'd started something she would have to finish.
"I can't leave him like this," she whispered to herself. "He'd wake up with the worst case of blue balls in the world. And then he'd know." Her eye caught the little brass gong on her brother's dresser. She'd given it to him herself the Christmas before. She fetched the gong down and put it on the bed table. Then she took her panties and draped them on her brother's belly so that the flooding cream would puddle there.
"When I ring the gong, you may come. But you will not awaken." She gave the polished brass disk a flick of her finger and began to rub the underside of Mark's cock with her fingers. Her own juices were still on his flesh so her hand slipped up and down his prick easily. At first nothing happened. Jean thought that perhaps it was impossible for a hypnotized subject to actually experience-something so intense as a climax. But then Mark's body lurched. It was a rhythmic movement that began in his thighs and moved up his body in waves until even his shoulders bucked forward. His breathing was ragged and his mouth fell open. She kept rubbing the underside of his cock, but now her juices were drying on his skin. She spit on him and massaged the saliva into his flesh with squeezing, massaging movements.
Another spasm made his body jerk. Jean reached over with her free hand and flicked the little gong again.
"Come ... come, but do not awaken!" She counted to five and then saw the thick droplet of cream appear at the tip of Mark's prick. It grew until it was too heavy to cling there any longer. It plopped onto her panties, dangled by a string for a moment. The next convulsion made Mark's stomach muscles bulge. And a frothing flood of jizz leaped out of his cockhead. She held her panties up to catch the spurts as they began to pulse with an even rhythm. She counted six of them and then her brother's body seemed to relax some. Her panties were heavy with the slick stuff. She mopped up the messy places where his spurts had missed and then went to the bathroom to get a cold washcloth.
Mark seemed to be sleeping peacefully as she held the wet washrag to his feverish cock. She couldn't leave him all swollen up like that. He'd know for sure something weird had happened. Jean felt uneasy. He might know anyway. Could a boy tell if he'd come recently? Maybe she could let him sleep it off. Sure, that would do it.
She saw that his prick had lost its heavy, hot look and pulled the towel back over his nakedness. Then she set his small alarm clock to go off an hour from then.
"You will wake up feeling refreshed when you hear the alarm. You will not worry, you will feel wonderful. You won't remember anything that happened to you while you were in my power." Jean smiled down in Mark's peaceful face. Then she got on her skirt and blouse, wadded her panties in her fist and hurried to her own room.
CHAPTER THREE
"Damn it, Hetty," Rick said, "I told you I didn't want you wearing my leather shirt. It's too big for you anyway."
"I roll the sleeves up. It looks neat," Hetty said. She tried to read the last sentence of her history lesson again but it didn't make a bit of sense. She turned to look at her brother. "By the way, I'd appreciate it if you would please knock before barging into my room."
"Look at his shirt," Rick said, glaring at her. "It'll cost twenty bucks to get this suede cleaned."
"Now brother, dear, you oughta know I don't have twenty dollars." Hetty stood up, smiling at him. She'd been doing her homework in her nighty. It was the filmy pink one with a plunging neckline and ruffles at the tops of her breasts. There was a little drawstring just under her tits and then long flowing folds that reached to the tops of her toes. Hetty liked the gown. It made her look taller. And though she never wore it for anyone to see, she could look in her own private mirror and pretend, couldn't she?
"Sister, dear," Rick said, mockingly, "I happen to know you have a lot more than twenty dollars." He went to her dresser and lifted the lid of her cigar box. Then he reached in and let a handful of fives and ones fall back into the container.
"You keep your paws outta that!" she yelped, leaping over to close the lid again.
"Now you're gonna tell me* you don't remember all this cash. Or is it your lunch money for the rest of the school year?"
"It's none of your damned business," she snapped, taking the box over to shove it in a drawer.
"Look little sis, all I want is the money it's going to cost me to fix this shirt. You borrowed it without asking. So I figure you owe me twenty. I shouldn't have to ask you for it."
"Twenty bucks would break me," she said, sulking. When she turned, she saw that her brother's eyes had been on her ass. The way her gown tied tight around her high waist really showed off her curves. She smiled knowingly at him.
"Like hell," Rick said. "You have at least thirty in there."
"I'm saving so I can buy a leather shirt for myself," she said, jutting her hip out. "Or do you want me to go on borrowing yours?"
"This is starting to bore me," he said. "But I'm snot going to leave until I get my twenty bucks." Hetty walked slowly across the room. Then she sat on the bed. Again she caught her brother really giving her a look. She took a deep breath and her breasts rose high on her chest. The tops of them were snow white and lightly freckled. Rick stared. She crossed her legs and patted the bed beside her.
"Can't we talk about it?"
To her surprise, Ricky came across and sat down. She'd been intending to charm him a little, to pull her sulky act and maybe promise she'd pay him five dollars a week for a month or something like that. She'd talked him out of things before. He was a softy really. But when he sat down there beside her and she saw the tight lump in the crotch of his jeans, her mind spun with impossibly naughty ideas. It wasn't the first time she'd thought about sex and her brother. That was probably a pretty common thing with siblings. But if she could work the same game with Rick as she worked with a lot of guys at the junior high ...
"Do you have to have that old twenty dollars right now?" she cooed, putting her soft hand over his arm. She squeezed him there and fluttered her lashes. Rick took a deep breath and held it for awhile before he spoke.
"What do you mean by that?"
"I mean there are other ways to ... to make it up to you." She pouted. "I'm sorry I borrowed it without asking Ricky. Really I am."
"An apology is sure nice, but it won't clean my suede shirt."
"Well then how about ... " She put her hand on his thigh and moved it up until she could feel the throbbing head of his cock with her thumb. Sure, he was her brother, but she didn't want to part with twenty bucks to clean some damned suede shirt.
"You got to be crazy as hell," Rick said. Hetty felt torn. She was fully aware of the situation, and of the shaky ground she now treaded. Incest, they called it. But no, that was when a brother and a sister actually made it like married people did. This wasn't anything like that, was it? She tried to push the thoughts away. She let her fingernail gouge against the lump under the stretched denim of Rick's jeans. He tried to get up but slumped back into the chair.
"I guess I'll close the door," she said. It seemed like Rick was trying to say something, trying to protest. But nothing came out. She closed and locked her bedroom door and returned to kneel between his parted thighs. Then she leaned forward and kissed the swollen lump. Of course she would never have the nerve to do that lips to cockskin. Rick stared at her like he'd lost his sanity and was certain she'd lost hers, too.
"Hetty, I don't know for sure ... but I think this is wrong."
She blushed as she got the first button of his Levi's undone. She didn't want to look into his eyes. She was afraid of what she might see. Sure, maybe it was wrong. But she didn't have to deal with that now. She wanted to get her brother to forget about that twenty bucks. And this seemed like the best way.
"Hetty? Are you listening to me?"
"What?" She had his fly open now and was digging with her small hand to get at his cock. She'd done it lots of times to other guys. But she was trembling a little now. She clamped her jaw and told herself to be a little cooler. Rick was just another male. If she could just keep thinking of him like that. Just another guy.
Rick got up. "Hetty, damn it!" She pulled him towards a chair.
"Sit down." He sat down. "Ohhh, you're really hard." She curled her fingers around the heavy meat. Rick struggled but she dug it out of his shorts before he could pull away. It was longer than she'd thought it was and bigger around. The foreskin was bulging out from the swollen state of his glans. Only a tiny circle of purple showed at the tip where the white skin had been pulled back by her fingers. She worked the loose flesh around that sensitive knob. It felt real slick inside its protective hood. The spongy firmness of it excited her like crazy. She'd never messed around with anybody who hadn't been circumcised before. She hadn't messed around with her brother either and that was making her tremble like a leaf in the wind. She licked her lips as she stood there beside him, playing with the lovely, hot thing in her fingers.
"Sit down, why don't you?"
"Sit down?" Rick said, his words heavy. "Yeah. Sit down. Sure, I'll sit down." He fell into the chair by the bed. Hetty was trying to act cool. Like she did when she brought boys down to the basement for fun and games. But for some reason she couldn't stop her heart from pounding. This was different. It was her very own brother. A brother she happened to love very much. And his cock, it was different somehow-all that skin that covered the tip. It was slicker under there, hotter! She swallowed nervously as she massaged the fleshy foreskin up and down the shaft.
Rick breathed raggedly, his fingers clutching the chair arms. He stared at her like she was some kind of apparition. Hetty was on her knees between his parted legs. She watched the head of his cock swell bigger every time she brought her clasped fingers up sharply. But she wanted to see that thing too. She wanted to see what an uncircumcised male really looked like with his foreskin pulled back.
"Does this feel good?" she breathed, easing the white flesh back an inch.
"Hetty ... why don't you give me my twenty bucks and let me get the hell out of here?"
"I'll give you something better than twenty bucks," she said. What did she mean by that? What was she promising? Hetty's heart thudded. She looked at the beautifully shaped head of her brother's cock. She eased the foreskin up over the flared crown until it was stretched behind it. The dark blue knob glistened with slackness. She'd never thought of a prick being beautiful, but that was exactly what she was thinking now. She was panting like a dog in heat.
"Turn off that lamp, Ricky," she whispered. Rick did what she said. Now the only light came from the open bathroom door. It was enough for her to see him clearly but gave a more romantic tinge to everything. Rick put his hands lightly on her shoulders.
"Hetty ... I don't know what to say. This is ... "
" ... wonderful," she finished for him. "I never get this turned on usually. But I am now." She wet her lips and leaned forward. The kiss was impulsive. She did it before she had a chance to think. There was a light muskiness to her brother's cock. And the slick head throbbed hugely when she put her pursed lips against it. She looked up to see what kind of reaction Rick was having. He was staring at her with pent-up excitement. "Damn ... damn!"
"Feel good?"
"Shit, yes!"
Hetty let the foreskin cover the exposed head again and then worked it back like before. This time she flattened her tongue and lapped at the angry-looking glans. She lapped again, her spit dripping down the shaft to make glistening droplets in Rick's cockhair. The taste was pleasant. A clean, body taste that seemed to mingle with her saliva. She was licking the exposed barb of flesh rhythmically now. She swathed it with her spit, let her smooth warm lips drag across the tiny slitted opening. Then she made her bottom lip pout outwards and rubbed it back and forth against the two tumid lobes at the underside of the tip. Rick grasped the chair arms like he was going to tear them off.
"You okay?" she asked, blinking her darkened lashes up at him. He pushed trembling fingers through her hair and nodded weakly.
"I never felt anything like that ... in my life."
"It doesn't hurt you?"
"Christ, no!" Ricky closed his eyes, then opened them slowly. "Hetty ... do it again ... please!"
"Ohhhh, yes!" She lowered her mouth around the smooth, dark surface of her brother's cocktip. He stiffened for a moment as she pushed her mouth down around him. Then he lay back in the chair. His fingers relaxed on the arms. Hetty watched his chest rise and fall as she began to suck very gingerly on the throbbing knob she'd taken between her teeth. She could hardly believe that she actually had a male prick inside her mouth. A good two inches of male prick! But it was her brother's cock. Somehow that made it better. He was her own flesh and blood. It was almost like having a part of her own body there. Like her thumb. No, Rick's cock wasn't anything like her thumb. It ... it was ... Rick's voice interrupted her thoughts.
"God, Hetty ... the way your tongue feels ... ohhh, shit!" Hetty took her mouth away.
"Am I hurting you?"
Rick clutched her head and pulled her back down again. "Don't stop ... jesus, don't stop!"
"Mmmmm," she cooed as the spongy barb slid over her tongue. He moved his hips a little and pushed his shaft into the roof of her mouth. She lapped hungrily at the tender underside of the feverish thing. She danced her tongue against those two lumps and then gouged up and down against the hard shaft.
For the first time in her life, Hetty wondered what a man's cum really tasted like. She'd had opportunities to try it. But it had never occurred to her to dip her finger in the stickly, slippery droplets after jacking a guy off. That's all it would've taken, just a quick little dip and a touch to her lips. But until that moment, Hetty hadn't really cared. And did she even want to taste Ricky's potent cream now? She wasn't really sure, she was just curious.
Hetty made her pink tongue into a deep trough and slid it back and forth against the bottom of the rigid shaft that filled her mouth. Her brother clenched his jaw and squirmed his ass around in the chair. Then she bobbed her head up and down as fast as she could, feeling the friction she was making, hearing the slick, popping noise of that barb stabbing deep into her mouth.
Saliva dripped from the corners of her lips. Her chin was shiny from the spit that overflowed. Rick gasped for breath. His eyes were rolled back in his head. His fingers were grasping the chair arms again, tearing at them, jerking at them.
"Hetty ... Hetty ... Jesus fucking christ!"
"Mmmmm," she cooed, never ceasing the flurry of her tongue for a moment.
"Hetty ... I'm getting close. God, Hetty, you're gonna pop me ... ohhh, shit ... you're gonna pop me good!"
"Mmmmm ... " She slowed the fluttering of her tongue until she was just dragging it across the spit-drenched surface. Rick stopped squirming and held his breath. He began to tremble as she kept her tongue just barely moving. The head of his cock was swelling with each beat of his heart. She felt like she couldn't hold much more prick in her mouth. But she kept teasing the delicate hollows, smoothing the turgid bumps.
Hetty wasn't quite sure why she pulled her mouth away. Something ... some signal had been given. Some little movement from Ricky perhaps. But she knew that his steamy jizz was on its way. And though she'd almost been curious enough to try a taste, she'd chickened out at the last second.
"Damn," Rick bellowed, grabbing at her. His crazy attack scared her. She jumped back, afraid he might make her do what she didn't have the nerve to do. She got to her feet as he staggered up from the chair, his cock thumping up against his belly. She tripped on her heel and fell backwards onto the bed. Her long gown tangled between her thighs. Rick fell at her, caught her shoulders and pinned her as he wiggled his slim body down against her soft, compact shape. She had clamped her thighs tight, but Rick didn't care. His cock pressed into the thin nylon of her gown. She could feel his heat, his hardness. It was as if she were wearing nothing at all. Yet that gown kept him from doing something awful to her.
"Rick ... God ... what are you trying to do!"
"Hetty, baby, I can't help it. Jesus ... I'm comin ... comin!"
She felt a sudden spurt of something hot. It was jetting right through her sheer gown, smearing against her thigh and the hairless pink swells of her cunt lips. She wriggled furiously, fearful of what that potent cum might do if it were to saturate her cunt.
"Noooo. Ohhhh, God, this is awful!" she gasped, beating her small fists against her brother's back. He growled excitedly and kissed her neck and face. All the while his hips pumped and plunged. She felt more of his thick cream splatting between her thighs, shooting up over her heaving belly. Her gown was getting sticky with it. The pink nylon clung to her flesh in a dozen places.
Ricky kissed the tops of her breasts. He couldn't get her gown pulled down far enough so he started sucking on one of her nipples right through the flimsy nylon. She sighed as the lush feeling overcame her for a second. His teeth nibbled the sensitive little nubbin, pulling at it, sucking at it. She grabbed his head roughly and tried to force him back. But he just sucked much of her big tit into his mouth and continued to slide his prick up and down the valley formed by her closed thighs. With each splat of cum that dampened her outer lips, Hetty shuddered with anxiety. It was scary how close she'd come to being fucked! And by her own brother!
"Ghhhaaa ... ohhh stop this now, Ricky! You've got to stop!"
"Hetty ... Jesus ... ohhh fuck!" He slowed his movements. The hard spurts weren't hitting her anymore. She felt his body relaxing, going limp now. He let his head lay beside hers as he panted. She could feel his cock, still very hard, resting with the swollen tip directly against her little cunt. She tried to roll him over, or to squirm to the side. Rick was like a dead body. And that cock of his was still oozing sap.
"Get up, damnit! Do you want me to get knocked up?"
"You can't get knocked up that easy," he breathed, rolling to one side. Hetty sat up in bed and pulled her gown away from her belly and thighs. The nylon was thoroughly drenched with cum where it had been pressed against her pussy. She unstuck the pink material and jerked it up to expose her smooth, plump lips. They were glossy with her brother's cum! And she even saw a tiny fleck of white caught in her blond down.
"Ohhh, God, you're awful Rick! Look!" She looked around in a panic to find something to clean herself up with. Rick shrugged at her excitement, pulled a clean handkerchief from his pocket. She dabbed at the pungent semen, trying to be careful not to push any of it any deeper into her slick folds.
"You're worrying for nothing. A guy really has to get it deep to do any good."
"That's a lie. I heard that a girl got pregnant in a bathtub once."
"That's just a dumb rumor."
"Well, it could be true," she pouted, mopping up a slick sheen of jizz that had been smeared up her tummy.
"What about those guys that beat their meat in the swimming pool. You're gonna make me believe that every chick in the pool gets knocked up instantly, huh?"
"No, silly. But ... well ... a girl has to be careful. There's a lot of ways things can get in her hole."
Rick laughed. Then he stopped and looked at Hetty seriously. He took her hand and squeezed it.
"Why didn't you ... you know, finish me with your mouth?"
She blushed furiously. "I couldn't. I ... just couldn't." Her eyes met his. She felt warm and giddy all over. Her cunt was tingling like it did when she excited herself for a long time and then had to stop for some reason or other. She had had an impulse to push her brother's hand down between her legs. But she was still upset from having cum all over her cunt.
"Well," she breathed after a moment of looking into her brother's eyes. "I guess we're all even, right?"
"Yeah," he said slowly. "Even." He kept looking into her brother's eyes. "I guess we're all even, right?"
"Yeah," he said slowly. "Even." He kept looking at her. Hetty realized that he was staring at her navel, her rounded, firm belly. And he was looking at the little pink lips of her mound ... She jerked down her nighty. She was trembling. She was burning up with want. But she wished her brother would leave her alone now. She felt very disturbed. She was so mixed up she didn't know what day of the week it was any more.
She got up without a word and went down the hall to the bathroom. She ran a cool tub and stripped off her soiled gown and jumped in. But the water didn't help much. She couldn't keep from thinking about the strange but wondrous sensation of her brother's cock inside her mouth. And the way it had felt to have him on top of her pumping his cock so close to her slit. She shivered all over.
She hooked up the shampoo hose and directed a warm stream into the open crevice of her pussy. She had to slide back in the cub and stretch her knees apart to make it hit just right. It didn't take but a few minutes of this to bring her to a shuddering climax. But she got out of the tub feeling as horny as when she got in. Somehow that damned hose just didn't get the job done. Not after having a real cock in her mouth. Not after feeling her brother's slender body squirming her down against the bed.
CHAPTER FOUR
Jean put Mark's plate before him and went to the refrigerator to get out the orange juice. She hadn't looked her brother in the eyes since he'd come into the kitchen. She started whistling nonchalantly. But her mind was overflowing with images of the night before. She could see Mark stretched naked on the bed, his cock pounding with blood. She could see the peaceful look on his face, Mark, the perfect subject for hypnotism. It had worked so easily, it scared her. She poured him a glass of juice and tried to smile with complete innocence. That wasn't the easiest thing in the world to do. Not when she was remembering how her young brother's cock had felt when she'd lowered her body onto him!
"Sleep well?"
Mark forked scrambled egg into his mouth. "Yeah. It was pretty weird. I had some dreams." He chewed a piece of toast thoughtfully. "What did you do to me anyhow?"
Jean turned quickly away. "Oh nothing much really. Just a little suggestion while you were resting."
"I fell asleep, I guess, I remember the little silver ball ... " He looked at the necklace. "Then, nothing."
"You don't remember anything at all?" she asked, trying to sound relaxed. Her hand shook as she tried to butter her own toast.
"Nope. Except the alarm went off and I woke up and felt really good." He gave her a toothy smile. "So I guess I better say thanks. Thanks a lot, Sis."
"Glad to help, Mark." She patted his hand. She wanted to let her touch linger on him but didn't dare. Her thighs burned. Her breasts felt tingly and hot. She took another bite of eggs but they were tasteless lumps in her mouth. She was staring at her brother's broad shoulders when he glanced her way.
"What you staring at me for?" he asked, smiling.
"Nothing. Really, nothing." But Jean had been thinking about how easy it had been to put Mark under her spell. And she could imagine Rick, her beloved Rick, in the same condition. It was perverse. It was wicked to let her mind wander to such forbidden subjects. But she was excited all over again. Mark's cock sliding inside her had just been an appetizer. Jean became a little angry with herself. How could she think of Mark and Ricky like that? But she went on thinking.
"Where's Rick?" she said finally. "He should be getting to work pretty soon and he's not even down for breakfast."
"His boss gave him the day off. I guess he's sacked in."
Rick worked at the big hardware store downtown. He was saving up money to go to college. Jean had promised to help him if she could, but it was going to be a pretty tough grind and Rick would have to have a job to keep his education going.
Jean finished her breakfast in silence. When Mark had finished and left for school, she went back upstairs. She stopped at Rick's closed door and leaned close. She was shaking again. The things that ran through her mind were embarrassingly erotic. She had ideas of seducing her handsome brother, of hypnotizing him like she'd done Mark and pouncing on him like a hungry lioness. She could see his cock ... well, almost. She hadn't really had a good look at it in years. Boys became more private as they matured and Rick had kept his nakedness to himself. But she remembered that he was uncircumcised. And if she was a good guesser, she thought he was pretty big.
Jean put her hand on the doorknob. Her heart pounded. Should she peek in and see if he was up yet? She could think up some excuse, couldn't she? But finally, she went to her own room and dressed for her first class.
She was on her way downstairs with her briefcase swinging when Rick stuck his head out of his door.
"Hey Sis, would it be okay if I brought a date home tonight for dinner?"
"Oh? Well, I guess so. If you really want to."
"She's that girl I was telling you about," he grinned. "I was hoping I could have the use of the playroom too."
"You know that Mark likes to watch that cop show ... "
"Oh, this will be later than that." He grinned again. "Don't worry. I won't get her in trouble or anything so rank as that."
Jean was upset. "It's your house, too," she said with irritation. "Bring her over anytime you want." She slammed out of the house and threw her briefcase into the front seat of her Volkswagen. "Shit," she said, cranking the engine over and then revving it hard. She tried to think of something pleasant as she drove to the campus. But every time she thought of Rick, she could see him feeling up this ... this strange woman. Girl.
"Shit, shit, shit!" she said, winding the small engine too fast. When she'd pulled into the parking lot at school, she had a short cry, wiped her eyes and walked hurriedly to class.
* * *
That night, supper went better than she'd thought. She tried hard not to be snotty to the date Rick had brought home. Jean could tell he was trying hard to impress the girl. She was a pleasant enough female. A year younger than Ricky, she worked as a waitress in a restaurant downtown. She was red-headed with a flawless complexion. She had the white, almost pale skin that most redheads inherited. And she turned her green eyes on Rick from time to time. Rick fell for that little ploy without resistance. But Jean kept her nose out of the whole thing. When Rick took Rita's hand and led her downstairs to the playroom, Jean busied herself cleaning up the supper dishes.
At ten, Mark came upstairs and walked through the front room. Jean put down her book and looked up at him.
"Those two made it pretty clear that three's a crowd," he said. Jean watched him go on upstairs. She tried to read some more, but her thoughts were down there with Rick and that redhead. What was he trying to do now? she wondered. She couldn't help but remember the questions he'd asked her a few days before. About this girl's clit. About her sexuality. Jean tried to read some more but finally slammed her book shut and paced the room. She could hear soft music in the room below. Rick had turned off the television and put on a record. Would he really try to fuck this redhead? It infuriated her that he'd dare attempt something so carnal in their very own home. Then she scolded herself for being so hypocritical. At least she couldn't resist the temptation to peek. She kicked off her shoes and tiptoed down the basement steps.
Jean saw that her brother had darkened things quite a bit in the big playroom. The only lamp going had been draped with a towel or something. She paused at the landing, trying to hear something which might give her a clue. Then she heard heavy breathing. The soft wet sound of a kiss. Rita spoke.
"Ohhhh Ricky, we shouldn't be doing this. Not down here. I ... I ... ohhhh, God!"
"Let me take it off."
"Nooo!"
"Aw, come on, you won't really be undressed or anything."
"Noooo, Ricky. Ohhh, God, stop kissing me like that!"
Jean heard only the rustle of clothing then. She peeked around the corner of the doorway. She could see their shapes now that her eyes had grown used to the gloom. And she could see too that Ricky had gotten his way. Through the opening of Rita's blouse, he extracted a tiny, strapless bra. There would be no reason for a girl to wear such a thing unless she meant for someone to get it off of her easily. Ricky dropped the thing and started kissing the snow white flesh of the girl's chest. She groaned and pretended to push him away. But Jean sat his hungry lips surround a dark nipple and suck it noisily between his teeth. The redhead arched her back and shuddered like she'd been hit with a club.
"I want you, Rita," Rick moaned, his hand pushing up under her short skirt.
"Nooo ... don't do that!" she gasped, grabbing his wrist. But Rick was able to push his fingers up to the inside of her thigh. Jean could see the crotch piece of the redhead's panties. Rick was trying to get a finger under it. The girl struggled briefly, panting with obvious excitement. Then Rick's finger disappeared under the flimsy, pink nylon and a look of utter ecstasy came over the girl's features. Jean tried to steady herself against the wall. She could hear the slippery slide of Rick's middle finger in between the dripping cuntlips of his date. She was close enough to see the darkening patches where the sex butter drenched the girl's panties. She thrust a bare leg out straight. Her sandal fell off. Jean wished she was that girl. Jean wanted to be there on that couch with Ricky's fingers digging at her pussy.
She almost turned and ascended the stairs. But something stopped her. She had to look one more time. When she did, she saw that her brother was pulling his pants down, jerking his cock from the tangle of his underwear.
"Nooo, Ricky we just can't!"
"You said last time that you'd be ready."
"Not there." She hugged his neck, but her hand had grasped his cock around the head and was squeezing it. "Just rub me some more."
"I'm about to lose my mind I want you so bad," Rick gasped, kissing Rita's face, her neck. Then he was fondling her tits again, holding one up to his lips to suck. The redhead smiled with pleasure and closed her eyes. But she kept her fingers tightly clasped around the dangerous-looking barb of flesh. Jean nodded. The little bitch knew what it was all about. She wasn't half as innocent as she pretended. Jean wanted to slap the girl's face and tell her to leave.
"Honey ... do it softer. Ohhh, yesss ... like that!"
Rick watched Rita's face as he fingerfucked her. The girl's breasts rose and fell against his cheek. Her eyes were shut and her hips worked feverishly against the teasing friction of Ricky's fingers.
"Darling ... Ricky?" Rita breathed. Jean could just barely hear the words. "Would you ... I mean could you ... with your mouth ... please, Ricky? Please?"
"God ... I don't know ... "
"I'm clean as I can be, Ricky," the girl gasped into his ear. "And Ronny Thompson does it to Cathy Willowby all the time."
Jean was angry again. Her emotions were a storm of jealousies. This red-headed bitch was getting on her nerves. But that was only because she wished she could get her own pussy eaten-by her brother Rick! So she had no right to feel this anger. But she felt it anyway.
"Please," Rita sighed, urging Rick's shoulders down, opening her thighs slightly to tempt him. Rick acted like he'd never seen a girl's cunt before. Of course Rita's panties were still on, but he had stretched the crotch band so far to one side that even Jean could see the tender, dripping membranes She could see the girl's clit, too and the delicate petals of flesh that surrounded it.
"Ohhhh, do it!" Rita cried, "I think I'll die if you don't!"
Rick pulled the girl's panties down over her white ass. Jean saw the flimsy things catch on a chair arm as her brother flung them. Then Rita humped her back, pushing her loins upwards from the sofa. One leg was draped over the back, the other on the floor. Her cunt was stretched open for Rick's mouth. And after a little hedging, he started kissing the inside of the redhead's thigh. He kissed his way closer to the tangle of red cunthair. Then he kissed the slippery insides of Rita's throbbing pussy. The girl dug her nails into his scalp and began to plunge her ass slowly up and down. She held Rick's open mouth against her hot wound as she fucked her hips a little faster. Her face had the expression of one who'd been drugged.
Jean was shocked by the young girl's frenzied lust. She'd obviously experienced this sort of thing before. The sly little redhead knew exactly how to keep the friction going. She had poor Rick in a bear clutch as she ground her dripping pussy against his chin and teeth and tongue. Rick's technique wasn't really so hot, Jean noticed. He was helpless in the furious storm of raw sensuality that the redhead was experiencing. Rita didn't care a bit about Ricky's pleasure. She was using his mouth like she might use a vibrator. Jean wished she could show her brother how two people could reach mutual satisfaction. She wanted to claw that redhead away from her brother. She wanted to run Rita from the house and pounce on Rick herself!
"Nhuuuh ... ohhh, God, you're killing me!" Rita groaned, pumping her pussy like a wild animal. The smack and slurp of her petals as they squished against Rick's face made Jean breathe raggedly. She was tempted to push a finger up into her own pussy. It would be easy. No one even knew she was standing there. But she couldn't let herself enjoy what was happening to Rick. Not when Rita had insinuated herself into their home like that. Rita bucked furiously on the sofa.
"Lick it ... lick it faster!"
Jean watched Rick's tongue flash out. It was a dancing point against the redhead's clit. The little nubbin was extended out from the soft, surrounding tissue now. It looked like a miniature prick. And as her brother suckled at the little lump, Jean bumped her forehead against the wall.
"Damn her," she hissed. "Damn, damn, damn her."
Jean didn't want to watch it any more. But as if a huge magnet held her to the spot, she stayed, listening to the terribly sensual sounds of a female pussy being slowly devoured. She thought of her own body being treated like that and the thrills jolted up and down her thighs. She licked her lips, tried to find the courage to leave the youngsters to their secret joys. But the squeak of the sofa cushions made her look into the room again.
Rita had worked her body into a position so she could get her legs wrapped around Ricky's head. Her thighs rested on his broad shoulders as she fucked her cunt against his face with vicious excitement. She had him in a tight scissor lock, ankles crossed so she could squeeze. The hot juice from her body leaked down her ass cheeks. Jean saw the wet lines on her brother's neck too. And still the redhead plunged and twisted and groaned. It looked like she was trying to wrench Ricky's head clear off his body.
"Yessss!" Rita snarled. "Shit ... yessss!" From a shy little girl, she'd become a wild and wanton beast.
Jean staggered upstairs, panting, rubbing at her firm, high breasts. Even through her blouse it felt good to touch them. She had to touch them. And she wanted to touch more of herself. She wished Rick was touching her like he was touching Rita.
She made some coffee and took it to her room to sulk. She didn't have the heart to study. Even a murder mystery she'd been enjoying seemed terribly boring after what she'd observed in the playroom downstairs. Jean turned off her light and undressed. She knew that she would have to do something about the terribly excited state she found herself in. Ricky had just left to take his date home. She wondered what had finally happened down there on that big, old sofa. Had the little redhead given Rick some pussy after all? Or had she gotten what she wanted and then feigned a headache. Jean was pretty sure that Ricky would be shut out again tonight. The redhead was a tease. She liked to get her rocks off but keep the guy dangling.
Lying naked on her bed, Jean began to fondle her breasts. She began touching down her body as if someone else might be doing it to her. Her concentration was broken when Hetty's light snapped off and Rick opened the front door and closed it behind him. Jean heard her blond brother climbing the stairs. But instead of going to his own room, he crept up to Hetty's.
Jean tip-toed to her partly open door. She saw Rick open Hetty's bedroom door and slip into the darkness. The door closed again. She could hardly believe her eyes! Her own little sis? Was she actually doing something with her brother? Jean scolded herself for jumping to conclusions. She didn't know anything for sure, but she meant to find out.
She crept naked across the hall and opened Hetty's door only wide enough to hear. It was so dark in the hallway that no one inside would be able to tell she was listening. And she heard clearly what Ricky was asking.
"Hetty ... you awake?"
"Yeah, what do you want?"
"I want you to do what you did the other night."
"Not with my mouth," Hetty protested.
"I got a rubber," Rick said, "would you go all the way if I put it on?"
"You mean suck you off with a rubber, on?"
"Yeah!" Rick's voice was trembling with excitement.
"Fifteen dollars," Hetty whispered.
"Okay ... hurry up. My balls are blue. That bitch Rita ... "
Jean didn't hear the rest of it. There was the rustling of sheets and springs as she heard her brother sit on Hetty's bed. Jean was shivering with the most furious hunger she'd ever experienced. She went to her room, threw a bathrobe around her shoulders and tip-toed to Mark's door.
CHAPTER FIVE
Jean found Mark agreeable to another little experiment. She hid the obvious excitement in her voice as well as she could when he put his science fiction novel aside and sat cheerfully on the edge of his bed. He was wearing only a pair of jockey shorts and Jean could see the shape of his soft cock inside. As she began to swing the sphere on her necklace before his face, she smiled at the thought of seeing his prick grow before her very eyes.
"When the ball stops moving you will be completely relaxed ... "
This time her young brother slipped into a state of hypnosis like a duck takes to water. Jean found this happened with especially willing subjects. People who trusted the manipulator. And who could trust her as well as her brother? He didn't have to know that she needed to borrow his body. He didn't have to know that he fulfilled the unyielding lust she felt for Ricky. He didn't have to know anything. She told herself that she wasn't really doing anything wrong. And anyway, if she was it would just have to wait. Her pussy itched with feverish need to be filled.
"You are to do whatever I say now," she whispered. Mark had his eyes shut. She put her necklace back on and quickly untied her robe. She threw it away from her body and hooked her fingers in the elastic of Mark's shorts.
"Ohhh, God forgive me," she gasped, exposing his cock. She held it gingerly in her trembling fingers and began to kiss the surface, the underside where the little tube stretched. She fondled Mark's balls and began to jack the skin as she gasped with anticipation. Mark's cock stayed soft.
"Ohhh, I forgot." She pushed the hair from her eyes. "You are excited by the woman who is kissing your cock," she said, making her voice even and commanding. "You want to make love to this woman. You will let her excite you sexually and then you will roll her over and fuck her!"
Moaning, she opened her mouth wide and sucked his small, soft prick between her lips. As she wet it with her hot saliva, it began to swell. Her brother's chest heaved as he struggled to get more air. She watched his belly move up and down rhythmically and tiny drops of sweat appeared on his upper lip. She ran her tongue hungrily against the underside of his cocktip, The soft prick had now become swollen with blood. It straightened inside her mouth and the head began to poke down her throat.
"Ghhuuu ... " she gasped, excited from the change that was taking place. Her fingers searched the insides of her brother's thighs. She knew that her own pussy was dripping juice. She squatted over Mark's knee and wiggled her pussy down against the hard bone. Even that friction brought shuddering spasms to her body. She was so hot that it wouldn't take her very long to come.
"You want this woman now," she commanded her brother. "You want her badly. You want to fuck her. Fuck her!"
Mark grabbed her wrist powerfully. She was surprised by his sudden movement, by the silence, Only a gruff noise deep in his throat betrayed his excitement. But his cock gave him away, too. It was rigid now, the head a dark blue. It jutted up from his groin, thick and heavy.
"The woman is struggling," she said, fighting him to make it more realistic. "But you will take her anyway." Jean wasn't sure why she'd added that little embellishment at the last moment. But when Mark threw her roughly onto her back and forced his hips between her legs, she was glad she had. He jabbed at her mound with his cock. The second time, the head pushed her feverish lips apart and she felt the juices gush out to cover his dry flesh. Now when he moved again, his prick made a sucking sound as it slid into the hollow of her cleft. The circle of muscles were forced back as Mark lunged with his hips. She felt her cunt opening to the force of his stiff cock. She shivered and struggled against the attack. It was almost like the real thing. Especially since her brother was acting like a stranger.
"Ohhh ... uhhnnn," she moaned as her brother's muscular ass pumped. The slide of his rigid prick into the hot velvet lining of her body was unbelievably exciting. She couldn't keep her ass from prancing and jerking under him. She was on the bottom now, she was the one being crushed down. She could hardly breath from the jolts of pure pleasure that wracked her.
"Yessss ... harder ... " you will fuck her harder and harder ... you're raping her against her will. She is helpless to fight you!"
Mark's lips crushed against hers. His tongue flicked into her mouth. She moaned through flared nostrils as his hips crashed down against her, ground her cruelly into the mattress. It was maddening, this pleasure. It was the best thing she'd ever experienced. As her first climax blasted down over her senses, Jean knew immediately that she would have another. It was something she'd only heard about before. A woman was lucky to get one orgasm out of a fuck ... Now she was hurrying to another exquisite climax.
"Kiss me ... bite me ... hurt me a little!"
Mark hurt her. His teeth cut into her shoulder. He grunted like a hungry wolf and his ass plunged with a fury she'd never in her life experienced. She was surprised by her brother's unleashed energy. Of course she had commanded him to do this. But she knew that people could only draw on past experience in a trance state. Unless they had a very vivid imagination.
"God ... God ... ohhh, faster, faster, fuck me faster!"
And somehow, her young brother fucked her even faster than before. The bed rocked with the fury of their lust. She bit him too, but not too hard. Like before, she was afraid of breaking the spell.
The air burst from her in shuddering gasps. Her long legs wrapped behind her brother's back and she dug her heels against his muscled ass, spurring him on to even greater effort. She'd never been fucked like this in her life. And she needed it. After watching Rita and Rick she had to experience something to sate her appetite for the erotic. But why couldn't she fuck Rick, or at least pretend to fuck him?
"Ohhh Rick ... yesss ... baby ... ghooood ... ghhaaaaa!" She came with jerking convulsions of her whole body. She clawed at her young brother's back. She called him by his own name and babbled Rick's name too. She was out of her mind with the pleasure that jolted through her with such fury. But as she unwound, she realized that Mark was still fucking her with vicious lunges. His cock stabbed instead of fucked. She was penetrated again and again and her pussy had tightened down on the rigid prick.
"Don't ... come ... you won't come inside her," she gasped, trying to get her hands against his chest. She was so weak now, so helpless. And Mark showed no signs of letting up. They were wrestling near the edge of the bed now. She got a hand against his shoulder and tried to pry him off of her. It was like pitting her strength against a grizzly. That was when her elbow struck the small, brass gong on the bedside table. The delicate thing fell to the floor with a crash. But Mark had heard it. She knew he had.
His mouth opened over hers and his tongue flicked deep. She tried to push it back out with her own tongue but he had her in a clutch. She could hardly get her breath. And all the while his unrelenting hips plunged and fucked and speared. He growled deep in his throat and she felt his thighs go hard. She knew he was going to spurt inside her! But she couldn't squirm her pussy away from him. His weight, his hug of her body was impossible to escape.
"Ahhh ... !" Mark gasped, holding his prick as deep as it would go. He made another sound but it was strangled off by the sharp pleasure of his cum jetting deep into Jean's body. She sagged as she sensed what was happening to her. For a second it was like the end of the world. Then she opened her eyes and stared at him, startled.
"Damn you, you're doing it on purpose ... you're awake!"
"Oh, God, Jean, I can't help it." He kept pumping his ass up and down. Jean felt a flurry of mixed emotions. She was at once excited because her brother was really fucking her with all his heart and soul. Then she experienced acute embarrassment because he'd made such a complete fool of her. She got a hand down between their bodies and felt the place where Mark's cock was speared into her cunt. It was still pulsing where the tube reached up to the barbed head. She could feel him slide out of her and push deep again. She could feel the thick surge of his cream being forced up that tiny tube and into her cunt. Already those damned little tadpoles were wiggling towards her womb. Maybe one was inside already, searching for her egg. She moaned, tried to count the days since her last period. It wasn't absolutely the most dangerous time of the month, but it was close.
"Get off ... damn you Mark!"
"Look," her brother said, "it was you who wanted this. All that hypnotizing crap ... "
"Ohhh, God. Ohhh goddamn!" She put her hands over her face as Mark slipped his rigid prick out of her pussy. Hot cum splatted on her thigh as he teetered there on his knees. Then he touched her head, petted it gently.
"It was wonderful, Jean. I don't know what to say. I wanted to and when you kept pulling that trance stuff I couldn't resist. I mean, for christ sake, I'm just a normal red-blooded American boy." He hugged her shoulders.
"What if you knocked me up, you dummy!"
"There was no way I could stop. And when you knocked that little gong off, well even though I wasn't hypnotized or anything, I remember what you'd said last time and that suggestion pushed me over the line. I guess it was the only excuse I needed."
"I better get out of here," Jean said, avoiding his eyes. She found the situation extremely uncomfortable. Mark grabbed her wrist as she started to put on her bathrobe.
"How come you said Ricky's name," he asked.
"Let me go!" She jerked free and threw her bathrobe over her shoulders and fled. She was crying before she got to her room. When she'd closed and locked her door, she tore her necklace off and threw the small silver ball against the wall as hard as she could. Then she sat on the edge of the bed and watched her young brother's jizz leak out of her pussy onto the inside of her robe. Again she counted days. She dabbed at the inflamed tissues of her cunt and tried to keep from crying any more. She had to think. Was there something she might do to keep from getting pregnant?
After a moment, she pulled herself together and hurried downstairs for some vinegar. She made up a weak solution and douched thoroughly. But she knew that that wouldn't stop anything if Mark's cum was already inside her womb.
She, would just have to live with it for a few weeks and hope for the best. And she would have to live in that house with Mark too. Knowing that he knew. Knowing that he was too young to handle such powerful stuff as that act of sex she herself had consummated. Could he sit on the secret without spilling the details to some stranger?
Jean blushed and felt half sick all over again. Nothing was right. She'd wanted Rick, fucked Mark and been discovered in the process. And Rick was paying, actually paying for pleasure from Hetty! The whole family had gone to hell.
Jean put on her nightgown and thought of going to Hetty's room to talk to the youngster. But she knew that she was only looking for a scapegoat, How could she blame her little sis for immoral acts when she'd done them herself? And she knew she couldn't blame Mark either. How could a boy of his age resist a free fuck. She laughed out loud at the thought.
"That's just what I am to Mark," she whimpered, "a free fuck!" Jean got in bed and turned off the light. She knew it was going to be a long night, but she'd earned it. Every miserable hour of it. She wished she knew how to drink. Then she could become an alcoholic and forget everything. But booze gave her a headache.
CHAPTER SIX
Hetty finished counting the bills in her stash, smiled, and put the cigar box back on her dresser. She had close to seventy dollars now. Since Rick had gotten to like what she did to him, she was really making money fast. And it wasn't all that bad. The rubber tasted kind of funny at first. And the shape of Rick's slender prick in her mouth had made her dizzy the first time. Just knowing what it was! Just knowing that it was a cock and that it would spurt cum and all that. Of course the cum just went into that little reservoir at the tip of the rubber. She could always feel that happening with her tongue. And she had to admit that it affected her emotions. To know the exact instant Ricky was getting his rocks! To feel every powerful jet of cream. It was an easy way to make fifteen bucks.
Since this new trick of hers had worked so well on Ricky, Hetty started getting ideas. Maybe she could increase her price a little to some of the guys who had only gotten hand-jobs before. They wouldn't be able to afford fifteen, she knew. But ten wouldn't be bad.
Friday afternoon she made a date with Buddy Sanderson. He was the best jock in the ninth grade. Everybody knew he'd be a letterman as soon as he got into high school. Buddy was big for his age and stronger than most of the male teachers. He knew what Hetty did. Terry Caruthers had told him. She'd made Terry promise a hundred times that he would never tell anybody unless she said it was okay. She made this deal with all the guys she took him to the playroom to play with. But Terry had told her that Buddy kept asking about her and if she was fun on a date and all that. So she gave him permission to tell Buddy she'd go out with him Saturday morning if he wanted.
Buddy lived with his Uncle in an old boarding house on Elkin street. When she knocked, Buddy came to the door in a pair of cut-off jeans. He was bare chested and the sight of all those muscles made her feel tingly. He had big hands, big feet ... he was big everywhere. That lump in the crotch of his denim shorts wasn't just for show, Hetty was sure of that. Buddy told her that his Uncle was gone. There were a few boarders hanging around, an old man and a young guy who worked in a filling station in town.
"How's Denise?" Hetty asked. Denise was Buddy's girl. Everybody in school knew they fucked. But obviously Denise didn't do everything. It made Hetty tremble to know that Buddy wanted that something extra from her.
"Denise is just fine," Buddy said. He got a beer from the refrigerator and popped the top like he'd popped a million of them. Hetty knew he was a kind of wild guy. And his Uncle sure didn't try to keep a damper on him. Buddy swigged from the beer and held it out to Hetty.
"No thanks."
"You want to go upstairs?" he asked, smiling from one side of his mouth.
"Why not?"
She went first up the creaky, narrow stairs. Near the top, Buddy put his hand on her ass. She jerked a little from the surprise but went on.
"You got a nice one," he murmured.
"You know that I don't go to bed with a guy," she said, keeping her voice cool. It wasn't easy with Buddy. She was a little afraid of him, a little more excited than she usually was.
"That's what Terry told me." He showed her into his room and shut the door. "But I don't care about that." He pulled her close to him and kissed her hair. It felt lovely to be held by his powerful arms. She could feel the hardness at his crotch as he rubbed it against her belly. She felt so small beside his looming height.
Buddy started unbuttoning her jeans.
"I'll just leave them on if you don't mind." She smiled pleasantly up at him.
"Okay." He walked over to his bed and she saw him undoing his fly. The cut-off jeans fell to his ankles. Buddy Sanderson wasn't wearing anything underneath. The big muscles of his ass moved as he stepped out of the shorts. He turned without showing embarrassment and stretched out on the mattress. Hetty walked over to him as nonchalantly as possible. But she was trembling. His cock was absolutely huge! It looked at least eight inches long and the thickness of the bulging tip took her breath. How could anything like that fit into a girl's body? She knew it wouldn't fit into hers, even if she hadn't been a virgin. She pictured Denise under the hulking weight of Buddy Sanderson. She tried to imagine that stiff, monster cock penetrating the girl's pussy. She sucked a quick breath and put her hands in her pockets so they wouldn't shake so. Denise had a narrow little ass, narrower than Hetty's curvy bottom.
But Hetty knew she was a little different than most girls. Something Jean had said to her once. About how she was built between the thighs. Her cunt hadn't grown quite like it was supposed to. The doctor had said that. Something about her being real small down there. Though she didn't like to admit it, Hetty knew that that was probably the reason she shied away from thoughts of fucking. Well, she did think about it sometimes, but never considered it for herself. That stuff the doctor told Jean had been scary to learn. And when she looked at a cock like Buddy had, she couldn't help but be uncomfortable.
"Well, here I am," Buddy said, showing embarrassment for the first time. Hetty sat on the mattress beside him.
"You're really big," she said, her voice low. She reached out a hand and caressed the slightly damp surface of his prick.
"You're going to do what Terry said you did, right?" Buddy's ears were red. Hetty felt better to know that he wasn't quite so cool as he pretended.
"What do you mean?" She couldn't help tease him some.
"You know. Terry said you gave head."
"If you have a rubber," she said smoothly, "I don't want cum in my mouth."
"I don't have one," Buddy said. "Why don't you do it anyway and then finish me with your hand."
"Unh-uh," Hetty shook her head. "Don't you have a rubber?" She remembered how crazy a guy got right when he was about to pop his cream. Rick always grabbed hold of her head then and it was impossible to pull her mouth away from him. Of course she didn't mind to finish him with her mouth if the rubber caught his jizz.
"Shit, how much do I pay you?"
"Ten dollars." Hetty blushed. She felt like Buddy was looking at her in a funky way. Like she was cheap or something to charge for head. To hell with him. She got up like she was about to leave.
"Hey wait, how about a baggie?"
She shrugged. "That's okay with me."
Buddy got back into his cut-offs after a struggle with his cock. He went downstairs and came back in a few minutes with the baggie. He stripped quickly and got on the bed again.
"You want to put it on?" he asked. Hetty slipped the thin plastic bag over his big cock and twisted it around the bottom. Then she took a big breath and looked at Buddy. His brown hair was a mass of tangled curls. He was taking slow, big breaths and letting them out just as slow. But she knew he was excited. She wet her lips and bent over him.
"Why don't you get on the bed," he asked. Hetty shrugged, kicked off her sandals and climbed up between his legs. He watched her, arms behind his head. She wet her lips again and lowered them over the bulging cockhead. It felt as big as it looked. And it was hot too. She tongued the little lobes that bulged against the plastic bag. It wasn't half as good for him this way she knew. But what did she care? She'd get the ten dollars after all.
"Ohhh wow ... yeah baby, yeah!" He squirmed his hips as she pushed more of her mouth down over him. She wanted to make it good. She licked harder than she usually did, knowing that he would have to feel it through the baggie. He grunted and pumped his ass and she touched both his balls, cradling them in her fingers like he seemed to want her to do.
"Nuuhhh," he gasped, closing his eyes. Hetty saw that he wasn't acting so cool any more. He squirmed all over the place and dug at the sheets with his fingers. She dug the point of her tongue rapidly across the sensitive hollows just behind the flared ridge of his cock. It swelled with hot blood. She sanded it as hard as she could, knowing he couldn't feel much through the baggie.
But something was happening to her. The weight and thickness of Buddy's cock resting on her tongue was making her hot. She'd been excited while doing it to Ricky too, but every time the sensation in her pussy became more exhilarating. The movement of her tongue and jaw, the sucking sound as she pulled at the tumid cockmeat seemed to set off little explosions all over her body. Her breasts felt tender. The nipples had already pushed out the thin T-shirt she had on. And her panty crotch wasn't just damp, it was soaked.
Buddy grabbed the sides of her head, pushing his fingers deep into her blonde curls. She let him, not afraid any more that she might get cum in her mouth.
"Harder," he grunted, "bite me goddamn it!"
"Mmmm," she cooed, letting her even teeth edge across the top of his glans. The muscular boy stiffened and tried to pump his prick deeper into her. throat. She wrapped her fingers around the shaft halfway down and let him pump. That way it would only go in so far before her hand bumped her mouth.
"Jesus, Hetty ... you're good! You're really good!" He twisted as if in pain. Hetty kept using her teeth but in a careful way. If a guy was as sensitive at the tip of his cock as she was around her clit, she had to be gentle. But the excitement was really getting to her.
"Nhhhuuh," she breathed, her cheeks pulled inwards by the suction she applied to Buddy's throbbing prick.
"Bite me ... bite me harder!" he cried, plunging his hips around wild. She massaged his balls as she bit the engorged cocktip. She really let her sharp teeth sink into the spongy plumpness. It thrilled her so much that she gnawed hungrily at the crown again, not waiting to see if Buddy could take it. But he seemed to be enjoying himself immensely. Enjoying himself so much in fact that he bent his legs behind where she knelt between his thighs. She felt his heels touch the soles of her feet.
"Yeah ... fuck ... ohhh, shit, Hetty, this is something else! I wish Denise knew how to do it! Ghaaaa!"
Hetty was glad he was feeling it. But she was even more excited by what it felt like to her to chew on that rubbery, swollen tip. Her teeth skittered across it again and again as she bit down as hard as she dared. Poor Buddy was going bananas! The bed crashed around underneath him as he twisted and moaned. He really liked all that chewing. And Hetty was wild about it! She almost wished she could eat him all up and swallow him down.
Buddy held her firmly by the head. She didn't care. It was fun. He was really getting off on it. She knew he'd want to do it again sometime. And that meant ten bucks to her. Her panties were sticking to her mound now. Since she was hairless down there, the nylon crept up between her slit and rubbed against her clit every time she made the slightest movement. It was rubbing her now. Back and forth the slickened silk massaged her clitoris. It rose from the squishy cushion of her cunt. She could smell the musky scent of her young body. She'd never imagined that just sucking a guy off would get to her like that.
"Ohhh ... ohhh yeah! Here it comes ... jesus fucking ... shit!"
Again Hetty gnawed at Buddy's throbbing meat, But it felt different now. Something ... something was changed. Her tongue flicked out and she realized with a gasp that the thin plastic of the baggie had torn down the seam. She tried to push the opening closed again, but Buddy held her with both hands and fucked deeper into her mouth. She felt his bulging cocktip thrust the rest of the way through the baggie. She'd bit it too much, she'd torn it and now the first four inches of Buddy's were jutting through the ripped plastic. As if he sensed exactly what had happened, Buddy moaned with pleasure and rammed deep into her throat.
Hetty gagged violently, her throat muscles closing around the invader, Buddy made a sound like some animal and shuddered. When he pulled back a little, the choking convulsions made Hetty's throat work. And as she swallowed furiously, her tongue jumped back and forth along the tender underside of the boy's shaft.
"Mmnnnnhhhaaa," she moaned, struggling furiously. Buddy was ready for this though. He grabbed her roughly and spun around on the bed. She fell under him, his knees spread around her chest. With one strong hand he held her twisted hair, forced her head up under his belly. Hetty wasn't able to get her mouth off his cock. With his other hand he held himself up. His ass worked with carnal fury. The spit flooded down her chin as his prick slid into her throat and was yanked back again. In and out, over and over, he fucked her and grunted with pleasure as the seed grew hot in his balls.
Hetty was in a panic. She was under him now and he had her good. She couldn't get away. Buddy's knees were jammed up under her armpits. She had to keep sucking him. And that velvet smooth knob was stretched taut now. She could feel it pulse and grow larger. Her nostrils flared with fear. And then a hot jet of cum frothed onto her tongue and Buddy trembled like a baby. But his muscles never relaxed for a moment. He used both hands again to hold her head down over his prick. He was half sitting on her legs, pulling her body forward. She had to bend down under his unyielding strength. The torn baggie was wadded against the base of his cock. It wasn't even in her mouth any more. Whenever she stopped sucking him, he rammed himself deep into her throat. To keep that from happening, she flicked her tongue across his tip as the pungent cream fountained. She gagged on the slick stuff but it went down her throat in stringy glops. Once she choked and a stream of jizz leaked from one nostril. She coughed violently and the stuff spattered against Buddy's stomach. She could see the translucent droplets hanging in his belly hair as he continued to root in her throat with his prick.
"Ghhaa ... ohhhh," she gasped, the saliva and cum leaking from the corner of her mouth. Buddy's body lurched and quivered as his balls unloaded again and again. She thought it would never stop. Her small hands clutched at his-flesh, and she knew she was hurting him. But Buddy didn't even feel that. Hetty knew that all he felt was her frantic tongue lashing across his cocktip. And he felt it too when he speared the back of her throat and made her twist with choking convulsions.
He let her go suddenly and she slumped down on the bed, eyes rolling with horror. She was too weak to do anything but just lay there. She felt the cum dripping out onto the bed and just let it. Then, after she caught her breath, she licked her lips slowly. It wasn't the taste that bothered her. It was the animal way Buddy had attacked her.
"Hey, you okay?" he asked, lifting her up by the shoulders. She tried to focus on his face. She could feel the cool slickness of the jizz hanging from her chin. She wiped it off with a swipe of her hand and swallowed weakly.
"Why did you do that?" she managed.
"Because it felt so good," he laughed. He shook her gently. Hetty's head bobbed. Then he kissed her on the mouth. She was too weak to fight him. She felt the slippery slide of his cum between their lips. Buddy's tongue flicked against hers and then he held her at arm's length.
"I feel weird," she sighed. She could taste Buddy's semen on the roof of her mouth. She tried to get up from the bed but had to sit down again. "I hope I don't get sick or anything."
"That stuff is harmless," Buddy said, pulling up his cut-offs. "Unless it gets into the wrong hole." Hetty didn't think he was much of a comedian.
"I've got to go," she said, working her mouth. She couldn't get used to the flat, sour taste. Buddy got out his wallet.
"How about five now and five when I get it next week?"
"Buddy Sanderson, if I don't walk out of this house with ten dollars, I intend to go straight to Denise and tell her what you did to me!"
"What I did to you?" He laughed* Hetty looked at him angrily. His smile wilted then and he dug another five out of his pants. "Okay, okay. Shit."
"I should get more. I mean after that baggie broke and ... " She shuddered and licked her lips again. Her belly felt heavy though she knew it was probably her imagination. She was halfway out the door of his room when he grabbed her and pulled her around. Her big breasts flattened against his chest. He made her look up at him.
"Listen, Hetty, I really dug that. I'm sorry I got a little wild, okay? I mean it gets good for a guy and he can't control himself. You can dig that, can't you?"
"I guess." She tried to pull away, but Buddy held her against him. His hands spread out over her full, firm ass.
"Listen baby, I'd like more than I got today. Why don't we make another date. I'd like to get in your pants and show you why Denise loves me so much."
"No!" Hetty blurted. She calmed her voice then and took a breath. "I mean, I just don't want to, Buddy. I ... I ... "
"You're hard to figure out, you know that?" His fingers moved against her bottom. "You're hot right now. You want to fuck me right now."
"No I don't!" She jerked herself free from his embrace.
"What's wrong with you," he snapped. "You a lezzy or something?"
"God, no!" She darted down the hall and jumped stairs two at a time. Buddy descended close behind.
"Hetty, wait!"
But she ran out the front door and down the walk. She still had the ten dollars clenched in her fingers for all to see. But she didn't care about that. She only wanted to get away from awful Buddy Sanderson. She hated him! No, she didn't really hate him, but she'd never let him put that monster cock in her body!
Hetty worried the whole next day. But she wasn't worried about Denise finding out that she and Buddy had been fooling around together. What bothered her were Buddy's parting words. The hint that maybe something was wrong with her because she didn't want to fuck.
Now she was beginning to wonder if maybe he was right. Of course she had this physical problem. But was there something wrong with her head too? With all the sex games she'd played with different guys, she hadn't dwelt on the possibility of making love with another person. She just did things to men. And she had to admit that it scared her to think of some guy doing things to her! Like the way Buddy had forced her to keep sucking his cock even after the baggie broke.
She became so troubled that on Sunday afternoon, she went up to her room, locked the door and stripped. Then she got a hand mirror from her bathroom and got on the bed to see what she could see.
With a little oil on her finger, she probed between the plump lips of her hairless pussy. She did look pretty immature. Jean had such a nice triangle of lush hair. And once or twice Hetty had seen a little shine of juice where her big sister's cunt had stretched open when she reached to get a towel.
But her own cunt looked so different. She touched the little petals that surrounded her clit and reached down to form a little frame of softness near her hymen. She could see where her cherry covered that secret opening and it did look like it might stand up to a jab pretty good. Curious, Hetty pointed her forefinger and pushed in at the slippery spot. She didn't feel any pain right away so she pushed harder. Her finger stretched the membrane some but it showed no signs of giving much.
"Damn, I wonder how big I am inside?" She looked in the medicine cabinet for something to push into her body. The best thing at hand seemed an old Vick's inhaler. She wet the end of it with her tongue and shoved it hard against her cherry. Again, the flesh stretched and she was able to get the inhaler to go in almost an inch. It was exciting her, too. Just the feel of something hard shoving against the tender spot made her breath hard. But she didn't have the nerve to really give herself a good jab. She put the inhaler away and sat on her bed in a state of dejection. She felt she wasn't really a woman. She had the tits and the ass and the curves. She liked to play with boys, too, so surely she wasn't perverted. But she had misgivings about getting fucked. No red-blooded American girl could go through life like that, could she? At least not nowadays.
She put on a skimpy T-shirt and paraded in front of her mirror. God, she was a wipe out ... at least that was her own opinion. She could see why the guys at school all looked at her in the hall. Her ass was a delight, a plump and curvaceous swell no matter which side she turned to the mirror. Each firm cheek cut away sharply from her small waist. And in front, her belly curved sharply under to her mound with the same suddenness. From her tiny waist, she came out again like an hour glass. Her tits pushed the T-shirt out proudly, each nipple competing for prominence. Her shoulders were delicate and not very wide. If her tits had been any larger they would have looked too big for her. As it was they were just right.
But between the lips of her pussy, down there where no one could see, was her problem. And how could she ever really be a woman unless a man could get his cock into her young, hot body? Though she'd often told herself that she wasn't interested in fucking, Hetty was certain now that she had to face this dilemma. She did want to have a guy. Just one guy for her very own. She didn't want to run around all the time doing things with her hands even if it did mean a lot of extra spending money. Even if she didn't change her lifestyle that dramatically to begin with, she had to begin somewhere. And she was getting older every day. She'd be sixteen in eight months!
CHAPTER SEVEN
Later that night when everybody had gone to bed, Hetty sneaked out of her room and down the hall. She trusted Ricky more than anyone else in the family. Maybe it was because they'd butted heads once or twice and found each other pretty tough, pretty resilient. She hadn't been able to stop thinking about how it had felt to have his hard cock pushing against her, pushing her nightgown up between the lips of her pussy. And though the hot spurt of his jizz had scared her, it had excited her too. She wanted to tell Rick what was on her mind. She wanted his opinion on her condition. He was the oldest male in the family. Surely he'd fucked a girl before at one time or other. Wouldn't he know about that kind of thing? Couldn't he tell her what she might do about her own problem?
In the back of her mind she, of course, thought of her brother helping her in a more personal way. But she cleverly kept that from surfacing right at the moment. Instead she tapped on Rick's door and then pushed it open.
He was sitting on his bed in his shorts reading a Playboy, He had an erection, too, but Hetty pretended not to notice. When he put the magazine down, she saw that he hadn't exactly been reading. He'd been studying the centerfold. His eyes swept over her body. Hetty was wearing a pair of bikini panties and a shorty nightgown that didn't quite cover her navel.
"Hi!" she said cheerfully.
"Hi yourself." He watched her as she moved to the chair by the bed. "I was just thinking about you. But I'm broke and I knew you wouldn't do anything for me with my credit rating what it is lately."
"You shouldn't give up before you even ask," she said, a lilt in her voice. She blinked her long lashes at him. Rick swallowed and rubbed his hands together.
"I thought maybe you'd still be pissed after that last little mess-up."
"Oh, I'm over that." She crossed her legs. "But what I carne down here for is to ask you a few things."
"Shoot. I'm ready and willing to answer all questions." He grinned and rubbed a hand through his hair. "Even if I don't know the answers."
"It's about when a guy ... " She blushed a little. "You know, when a guy feels special about a girl and he takes her to bed."
"Yeah. So?"
"Well ... " Hetty looked at her hands. They were so small and soft, like a child's. Maybe she was a child. A child with big tits. "I think something's wrong with me. Jean talked about it once. About the way I'm built."
"You look fine to me," her brother said. She could still see he had a hard-on. She remembered how he looked down there and wished she could see him again all stripped.
"It's not on the outside, it's inside!" She cleared her throat. "I don't think I was born with a ... a hole." For a long time Ricky just looked at her. Then he rearranged his cock in his shorts and stood up. Hetty could see it jutting upwards against his belly. The elastic squeezed the tip tightly. She could just see the darkened head.
"Why do you think you're different than any other chick?"
"Because I pushed around down there," she said blushing, "and it's awful sealed up or something. I don't know. It worries me. I never used to think about it. I didn't care about fucking ... but now ... "
"You think about fucking?" Rick laughed. But her serious look made him shut it off quick. "Sorry. I just can't help thinking about last time we ... you know, fooled around."
"Sure, I want to grow up. I want to be a woman. And if you're a woman ... "
"You fuck!" Rick giggled again but stopped and came over to her. "You remember that last time didn't meet his eyes, was thinking how nice it would be to ... go all the way with you." He pulled her onto her feet and hugged her against him. A thrill ran through Hetty's body. Her breasts glowed as they touched her brother's warmth. The silky nighty was almost like having on nothing.
"I guess it's pretty wrong to do it with your brother," she said, her voice trembling.
"That's what our folks would say," Rick mumbled. "If we had any folks." She looked up at him then. She felt so strange. The bulge of his slender cock was so warm pressing into the plumpness of her tummy. Rick's hands slid down the sharp inward curve of her back and then out over the plush swell of her ass cheeks. She gave a trembly sigh and burrowed her face against him.
"Could I look at you?" he asked, petting her frizzy blonde hair. She nodded without looking up. It was funny but she felt a little shy. Even though she'd done what she'd done to her brother that last time. This was different. They were talking about something much more intimate than just giving a jolt of pleasure.
"Don't hurt me, Rick," she breathed as he pushed her down on the bed. He kissed her soft belly and worked her skimpy panties down over her thighs. She started panting as she felt her cunt-mound stripped naked. Rick left the sheer things dangling from her ankle. Then he gently pushed her legs apart.
"Bend your knees," he said, "pull them back against your body." Hetty did as she was told. It felt strange to know that her little pussy was peeled open and stretched wide. Ricky turned the lamp on his desk so that she was fully illuminated down there. Then he scooted close and she felt his first touch.
"Ohhhhh, that's my clit!"
"I know it, dummy." He worked his finger gingerly down her slit until he was touching that tight spot where she thought her hole would be. She felt him punch inward against her cherry. But nothing happened. It just stretched a little and that was it.
"God, you're beautiful."
"I didn't think a girl was beautiful between her legs," Hetty laughed nervously. "It looks pretty weird, doesn't it?"
"Believe me, it's beautiful." He worked his finger around that special spot, pushing her, poking there. The subtle friction was starting to get to Hetty.
"Wow ... that feels good. But you can see what I mean, Rick. I just don't have a hole."
"Well, you're a virgin, silly." He pushed in against her hymen again. She felt a slight pain this time. "Relax," her brother ordered, "I'm not going to hurt you."
"You're hurting me now!" She was holding her shins, keeping her thighs pressed against her body. She felt so vulnerable, so helpless. She started to put her legs down.
"No Hetty, if you want me to help you ... "
"Maybe I don't want any help, maybe ... "
"Come on, you said you were tired of being a virgin."
"Did I say that?"
"In so many words." There was a raw urgency to her brother's voice. He looked at her with obvious lust in his eyes. "What if I told you I could help you out?"
"I ... I don't know ... "
Rick went to a drawer and pawed through it. He came out with some long, leather straps about an inch wide. Hetty's eyes bugged when she saw him coming at her with them.
"Calm down," he ordered. "I promise I'll stop if it hurts you too much."
"What are you going to do with those?"
"You'll see." He wrapped them under her body and then around each of her bent legs. He tied her right leg firmly and then her left. He worked slowly, methodically. Each tight strap that wrapped around her made a shiver of excitement shoot through her tummy. Hetty couldn't understand why. When he was through, she was bound helpless. Her knees were bent, heels pressing against the underside of her ass cheeks. Her thighs were tight against her body like she'd held herself before. Only this time, when she tried to lower her legs or straighten them it was no go. Rick took another strap and bound her wrists.
"Nooo ... ohhh Ricky, I'm scared stiff."
"Calm down! This is to keep you from fighting me while I operate ... "
"Operate!" She bucked furiously but the straps binding her knees back creaked and held. Rick had her wrists together. He wrapped the leather around them until there was no chance of her slipping one out. Then he pulled them over her head and tied the loose end to the bedpost.
"Noooo," she whimpered, jerking around. He watched her for a second and seemed satisfied that she was really helpless to fight him. She saw a look of lustful excitement in his eyes. "Ricky, I've changed my mind. I'm happy just the way I am ... really."
"Forget it. You're not going to leave here a virgin, baby." He was breathing raggedly. She wondered what she must look like to him. Her plump, curvy body all bound with leather straps. She could feel them sinking into her quivering flesh where Rick had made them so tight. And with her legs all cocked back like- that, her dripping pussy had to be glistening like a soft, pink jewel. Rick kept staring at it while he slid his shorts down.
Hetty stared at his cock in the same way. For a moment she was transfixed at the streamlined beauty of it. She remembered from before how slender it was. But now it seemed especially sexy. There was a slight curve to the shaft. It bent upwards slightly to the graceful curves of the tip. The head was dark and bulged from the foreskin when Rick looked at her steamy loins. He was so tall and blond and slender. He got onto the bed on his hands and knees. Then he began to kiss her asscheeks, the undersides of her thighs as he worked closer to the burning lips of her pussy.
"Ohhhh ... ohhh, God, nooo!"
At first Rick just edged his teeth around one plump lip of her mound and began to chew. He chewed gently, methodically. Like he was softening her up so he could bite a chunk of the feverish cuntflesh off and swallow it. Hetty writhed, jerked her arms against the thongs which held her hands stretched above her head. Her bottom squirmed and danced under the teasing, erotic sensations of her brother's biting. She'd never felt anything like it in her life.
"Stop ... ohhhh stop!" It wasn't the wonderful thrills that made her want him to stop. But it was the fear of what he was preparing her for. She knew that he meant to fuck her. He was going to break her open and let her bleed while he plunged his rigid prick in and out of her cunt.
"Calm down, Hetty," he whispered, beginning to work on the other lip now. She gasped as the pleasure spread through her legs and upwards along her tummy. Suddenly she felt his tongue flick out. It danced for a moment at her clit. Hetty wasn't breathing. Her muscles were tense and she felt her entire body begin to quiver. She had to let out a lungful of air. The tongue flashed and teased against the fleshy nubbin that was so sensitive to the touch.
Without her even thinking about it, Hetty felt her hips begin to work. They moved up and down on the mattress. Her back arched as she rubbed her dainty petals against the strong tongue strokes of her excited brother. She was getting too hot to worry much. All she could do was deal with the carnal hunger that seemed to throb through her senses. She wanted more of that lovely friction. She wanted more of that tongue against her seething cunt! But then she remembered he wanted more.
"Ohhh ... ohhhh christ!"
"Baby, Hetty, you smell so good ... I wish I'd done this to you before."
What had happened to her shy brother? She remembered how he'd felt so guilty the first time she offered to get his rocks off for him. But now he acted like he didn't give a shit about all that old-fashioned stuff. The tables had been turned. Now Hetty felt freaky. Because she knew this was the real thing. Her brother was going to fuck her!
"Help ... ohhh somebody help me!" she whimpered. Rick clawed at her soft ass.
"You silly little cunt," he laughed. "I'm gonna eat you out and then I'm gonna shove you full of cock!" He sounded like a madman! He sounded like he meant every word.
"Uhnnnn ... ohhnnnnooo!"
When Hetty pulled against the leather straps which bound her so tightly, it only added to the electric tensions in her body. Shivers of excitement made her moan. The leather dug into her soft, white skin. There was no way she could close her pussy against the furious attack of her brother's mouth. Then she felt the point of his tongue pushing in very hard against her cherry. She threw her ass around in wild circles but the leather kept her from sliding away from him.
"God ... Hetty ... I could eat you all day! Christ, you taste like something from heaven."
"Noooo ... no Ricky. Don't keep doing it! Ohhhh, it's wrong! I can just see what you want to do to me!"
Ricky held her bottom with both hands as he tried to force through the membrane which kept her virgin. The pain wasn't much, but Hetty knew close she was to getting torn open and that made her panicky. She could see all the games she'd played with guys and realized too that though she'd pretended to be somewhat sophisticated, she didn't know shit.
"You're gonna be hard to pop," he said, rolling her over onto her side. Hetty was helpless to resist. He had her tied so good! He got her over so that her knees and skins and feet rested on the mattress. Her thighs were still bound tight against her body, hands stretched above her head. Then she felt Rick slide his hand down the crack of her ass and under her cunt-mound. His fingers petted open the dripping petals. The touch of him in there where it was so moist and tender made Hetty give a long, shuddery sigh. She couldn't help but be affected, even if she were scared!
"Don't do anything to hurt me, Ricky!" she moaned, humping her back, then arching it. But the leather restricted her movements. Rick continued to work his fingers and palm against her peeled pussy. He was drenched with her own slick juices now. He got her clit to standing straight out from the juicy softness. Then she felt his middle finger probing for the spot on her body which was like no other. She knew what he meant to do!
"Ricky, do you realize what this means?" She twisted and squirmed, the leather stinging as it cut into her soft body. "You can't do this! You can't!"
"I can't help it Hetty ... the way you look all tied up and the way you smell and move. You're so damned wet. It's like your body wants me to do this."
"But I don't ... I mean ... ohhhh don't rub me there ... don't push in too hard there!"
"It feels like it might break," Rick said, rubbing the finger back and forth over the tender cherry spot. His other hand smoothed her back, massaged her neck. Then he touched one of her breasts.
"Nhhhuuuh ... nhhhhaaaa," she babbled, jerking furiously now. But there was no escape. Rick could do anything he wanted and he seemed to be intent on that very thing.
"Hetty ... it'll only hurt for a second or two ... just think what you could do if you had a ... "
"Nooo ... ohhh, God, it's starting to hurt. You're pushing too hard."
"Hetty ... you're just freaking out." His finger pressed up and in. The membrane stretched an inch up into her heated flesh. She quivered, held her breath.
"Ghhahaaaa!"
"Shhhh, it'll only take a second."
"If you do, I'll scream ... if you break me with your finger I'll scream until somebody comes. I swear it Rick, I swear it!"
The bed bounced with their struggling. Ricky slid a hand up and covered her mouth tightly. Then she felt his arm tense, felt his fingers curl as he readied himself for the final act of her desecration.
"Nnnmmmnnnhhhaaa," she moaned through his fingers. Ricky's muscles became rock-hard and then he plunged his middle finger hard against her hymen. The pain strangled her as she felt the penetration. Her virgin pussy closed tightly around her brother's knuckles, squeezing so hard that he gasped from surprise.
"Jesus, you could hold a pencil with that tight little cunt of yours!"
"Hurtssss ... ohhh it hurts!"
"Hetty ... baby!" Rick kissed her shoulders, kissed her neck and face. He had his middle finger speared into her as far as it would reach.
"I'm bleeding! I can feel it!"
"Yes, you're bleeding, but not that much."
"You're lying! I'm bleeding to death!"
She could feel the hot trickle against her thigh. She looked down under her belly and saw a spot on the bedspread. It was dark red and growing bigger by the second. She felt weak, broken.
"Ohhh, what have you done, Ricky?"
"It's better that I did it. I care about you." He kissed her back. "The way you were carrying on, some crazy dude could have grabbed you and stuck you without a rubber ... "
"Nhhuh. It feels so funny to have your finger inside me. I can really feel my muscles squeezing it."
"You're so tight, it'll be hard to get my in."
"God, you're not going to fuck me, too! Not after this!"
"Let me try, Hetty. I'm crazy to feel you all around me. Christ you're tight! I can't believe how tight you are!"
"The doctor ... Jean ... he told Jean ... the doctor ... I can't fuck ... something's really wrong with me, Rick." She knew she was babbling but couldn't seem to bring her emotions under control. And all the time Ricky was gently working his finger in and out of her hole. It seemed like he had a hard time when she was really clamped down on him. And then Hetty realized that she could actually control the movements of her pussy. When she closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip and really concentrated, she could make her pussy tighten and tighten and keep on tightening until her brother gasped with surprise at the velvety tube that was squeezing the blood from his finger.
"Hetty ... I've got to get inside you," Rick breathed, easing his finger out of her body.
"Ohhhh, I feel like I'm losing my mind! Ohhh, God!"
Now she could tell what her brother was doing. He was getting his fingers smeared with her flooding juices and wiping them on the dry shaft of his cock. She could hear the slick sound as he worked the skin down over his cocktip and back again, spreading the sex butter around to lubricate the final penetration.
But it scared her shitless to even think of Ricky's prick fitting inside her. It had felt really tight just having his middle finger in there. And though her brother's prick was nice and slender, it was lots bigger than his finger!
"You'll kill me," she said, voice numb. "I won't have a chance!"
"Hetty, Hetty," he gasped, rubbing his cock up into her slit now. She could hear her juices smacking around the rigid thing, drenching it completely now. The whole underside of her body was a glossy mess of slickness.
"Hold still honey," he grunted, slipping his belly against her back. She moaned and cried and tried to jerk around but she was bound so thoroughly. "God, I can't believe how good this is going to be. I'm about to come right now!"
"Ohhh ... you'll make a baby!"
"Bullshit. I'll put on a rubber before I shoot!"
"Ohhhh ... it isn't even going to fit inside me! Ohhh, Ricky please don't try. I'm not normal down there!"
But her brother had mounted her and his cocktip was being pushed up and down her slit as he hunted for the pinched hollow where her cherry had been torn in two. She bucked furiously when she felt the feverish head find the place. Ricky humped forward gently but her muscles held tight. She remembered a time when she'd been very young and her mother had tried to give her an enema. Even with Vaseline she wasn't able to shove that plastic nozzle into her rectum. And Hetty felt that her pussy was even more powerful than the pinched, dry hole between her plump cheeks.
"Relax, damnit. Hetty, it's going to feel good once I'm inside!"
"It'll hurt me once you're inside! It'll kill me, don't you understand?"
Hetty felt the velvety crown of her brother's cock forcing into the circle of muscles. They were holding him out for the first few seconds. But he kept pushing ... jabbing ... thrusting. Until her tenseness didn't help anymore. Her cunt was being ravaged and she could feel the pain of tortured muscles as they were strained past the breaking point.
The feel of her brother's belly heaving against her plump bottom was unbelievably erotic. She didn't want to be excited, but there were two forces inside her. Forces working against each other. Sometimes when she moved to get away from her brother's cock, the very attempt to escape set off new tremors of pleasure where that spongy but hard cocktip tried to spear her pussy! "Ohhhh, I'll never be able to walk again," she moaned, babbling insanely from the thought of her brother's prick sticking out of her body like a broken broom handle.
"Be still. Just a second longer, Hetty, just a second and you'll understand what I'm talking about. It's going to feel good for you, honey. Just take it easy for another second. Uhhnnn!"
"Ohhh, noooo! It's making me get bigger down there! It's slipping inside! Ohhh, christ ... ohhhh, shit, I can feel my cunt being ripped apart!"
"It's not being ripped apart you dummy!" Rick jabbed up and in with his hips. Hetty could feel the sudden slide of meat as it penetrated her cunt. She jerked her hands so hard that one of them came loose. Rick hadn't managed to tie it as good as the other. She thrust it down under her body, back between her thighs. Her trembling fingers found the throbbing cockshaft and felt along it. Then she traced the swollen, bleeding flesh where her brother's prick entered her pussy. She could tell it was tight for him ... very tight. And she tried to make it tighter. She gritted her teeth and bore down with all her might on the invading prick. Maybe that would make Ricky leave her alone.
"Hetty ... goddamn ... don't ... don't for christ sake!"
"Stop fucking me!" she gasped. She had him good now, had him clasped in the powerful jaws of her pussy. Hetty held him firmly and tossed her ass wildly. The look of sudden agony on her brother's face made her stop.
"You almost squeezed the head of my cock off, at least that's what it felt like."
Hetty reached her free hand underneath her body, in between her tied legs. At the same time Ricky was gingerly touching his balls and the base of his cock.
Their fingertips touched. Rick entwined his fingers in hers and nibbled at the nape of her neck. A wave of pleasure swept over her.
But she was still scared. The flush of excitement was wonderful. And Rick was trying to make her enjoy it. She knew though about how babies were made. And this seemed like a pretty good way to do the job. Besides, her brother's cock might be doing irreparable damage to her cunt. And he wouldn't listen to her pleas that she wasn't normal.
"Keep relaxing baby," he soothed, "like that ... yeah ... here it goes ... in ... Jesus!"
"Noooo," she squealed, feeling her hole being stretched again. But Rick had worked under her bottom with his hips and he jabbed up and in each time. His hands held her by the tops of her shoulders. She was jolted forward only to be held back. There was nothing she could do to stop the steady slip of that hot shaft into her juicy body!
But the leather straps which held her legs had loosened suddenly. She knew that with a little squirming she could work her legs free. And maybe get her other hand free too.
"You're fucking me!" she babbled, "you're really fucking me!"
She whimpered as Rick curled an arm around her neck and holding her as if he was a cowboy throwing a calf, pumped furiously with his hips.
"Nhuuuh ... ghhhaaa ... ohhh, don't, don't!"
"Be still you crazy little cunt!" He jabbed again and Hetty felt another inch of hot cock penetrate her dripping pussy. Even the extreme tightness of her hole didn't stop him from fucking her. But one leg was almost free now and she could feel the straps stretching and slipping down. With a jerk she got her other hand free. It was lucky Ricky hadn't seen it happen. With careful movements, she got the straps down off her thighs. Rick was so intent on imbedding his prick deeper in her young body that he hadn't noticed.
With a gasping cry, she bolted up. Ricky's cock was so deep now that she dragged him along behind her as she tottered to her feet on the bed. She staggered, jerking herself to try and get free of that thing jabbed into her flesh. But Ricky humped her as he stood behind, arms encircling her soft, compact body. The flesh of her breasts quivered every time he rammed up and under. Blood mingled with her sex butter and leaked down her thighs. Then her brother wrestled her down and fucked furiously.
Hetty had her legs spread apart, toes pointed. She was face down on the mattress, the weight of her crazed brother crushing her down. And though there was still pain where she was being stretched, the unrelenting throbs of pleasure had made her weak. She felt like she was losing control of the situation completely. She would be fucked until her brother got his rocks, She only prayed that they wouldn't pop inside her!
"Ricky ... you don't know ... what you're doing ... honey ... stop pushing it so deeeep!"
"It feels too good to stop," he gasped, sliding his palms under her belly and upwards until he cupped each full breast. She whimpered helplessly as he pinched the nipples again. Her ass bucked with the tingles of excitement that were taking over her.
Ricky grabbed one of her hands and pulled it down between her legs.
"Feel how deep, baby!" he breathed excitedly. "There's nothing wrong with you. You're taking it all!"
"Nooo ... I can't believe it." But her trembling fingers traced the edge of her hole like before. This time she could feel her brother's heavy balls dangling close. There was only another inch of prick left outside her body. Then he forced that inside her.
"See, I told you! You've got a nice pussy, Hetty! I love it! I want to fuck it all night."
"You know that's impossible," she cried. "You're gonna fill me with cream and-"
"I told you I'll pull out. I'll get a rubber ... something!"
"Quit moving," she moaned, "I can't think when you move like that." The friction as that slender cock slid deep and pulled slowly back again was almost unbearable. And the tension where it pulled at the edges of her hole was exciting her clit to a fever.
"I never fucked anybody from behind!" Ricky exclaimed. His fingers pressed into her belly as he tried to pull her back against him. Hetty squirmed her ass around as if trying to dislodge him one last time. But she knew it was futile.
Her brother's cock was about seven inches long. And now even that last inch had been forced into her cunt. She was no longer a virgin! She was screwed ... thoroughly screwed.
When she tried to push herself up from the bed, her brother's body kept her down. She couldn't scoot upwards without him jabbing right along with her. There was no way in hell she was going to get that prick out of her insides unless it spurted and got soft. And Ricky probably knew that if he took it out to put on a rubber, she'd fight like hell to keep from getting it shoved in her a second time.
Actually, Hetty wasn't so sure about that. With each passing moment, her body seemed to move in ways she couldn't control. Her branch was short and panting, her head flopped under the wet kisses her brother gave to the back of her neck And her ass had begun a slow, circular pumping. She wasn't doing so much to escape now because it felt good. Even through the pain it felt good. It felt wonderful. It was an insatiable itchiness that throbbed. She gasped uncontrollably as Ricky's long cock rooted in the heated secrets of her pussy.
Now she was certain he was all the way inside her. She could feel his balls softly bumping her ass. She could feel the hilt of his body pressing the moist petals that surrounded her tube.
In his excitement, Ricky rolled onto his back, pulling Hetty up on top of him. She flopped and whimpered there, her back pressed down against his belly, his cock still very deep inside her flesh. She was helpless, skewered to her brother like that. And when his hands smoothed down the front of her body and began to caress the jutting nubbin of her clit, she writhed with furious ecstasy.
"Uhhhhnnn ... God ... Ricky, what are you doing to me?" He fucked up into her cunt for an answer and his fingers squeezed in to her tumid clit. The flesh of her pussy was swollen up with trapped blood. It felt hot and spongy and extremely slick. It made his finger glide over her sex bump so easily, so sexily!
As the throes of her climax began to spread through her, Hetty knew she wouldn't be able to control herself at all in a few more seconds. But she was worried more about her brother. He was grunting and thrusting and wiggling around under her.
"You ... you're n-n-not gonna come, are you?" she whined.
"Hetty ... I love you. You're so sweet and tight and soft all over!"
"Listen to me Ricky!" she gasped, struggling again but knowing it was wasted effort.
"Good ... sooo good," her brother moaned. His arms surrounded her quivering body, one hand kneading a breast, the other rubbing her clit into a frothy slickened mess! She was already starting to come. How could she hope to keep her brother from doing it too.
"Ohhhh," Hetty cried, "I can't stop moving. I can't hold still!"
"You're getting tight again ... Hetty ... baby ... jesus!"
"Pull it out! Ohhh damn, Ricky! Are you listening to me?"
"Hetty ... it's too good ... I'm trying!"
"No you're not! Goddamn you, you don't even care!"
She tried to grab his prick by getting her hands down between her parted thighs, but Rick just grabbed her wrists and then rolled her over onto her face on the bed. He was on top again, plunging his hips against the plush soft of her bottom. She could feel the slap of his balls against her body. She was coming. The last of her resistance drained away as the pleasure swept through her in blinding pulses. She sang out with a whimper of ecstasy and writhed under her brother's slender body. She knew that all that squirming around was going to bring him off too but she couldn't stop.
"Ohhhh, God ... it feels like nothing I've ever felt," she babbled as Rick's mouth clamped on the nape of her neck.
"Hetty ... ohhh, yeah ... here it comes baby!"
She felt the surge of his cock, felt it swell with the thick cream that shot down the little tube and frothed out the tip. He was fucking his hips furiously now, gasping against her smoothed and caressed her curves.
But then something crazy happened. Ricky was flopping and convulsing like he wanted to get his cock out of her instead of deeper inside. Hetty was pulled over on top of him and they rolled onto the floor. But she realized that her spasming muscles had tightened down on him again as he was spurting his cum. And that clasping of her pussy was strangling his cocktip.
"God ... nooo ... Jesus," he gasped, jerking, trying to pull it out.
"Ricky, I can't relax ... my whole body is tight! Ohhh honey, I'm sorry!"
Hetty sat up and tried to jerk her pussy from his prick. There was a sliding feeling and then she felt herself coming loose.
When his cocktip popped loose, it flopped between her white thighs. Hetty saw the terribly swollen tip and then a spurt of cream arched into the air and left white flecks on her tits. She grabbed the glossy cockshaft and jacked it. She knew how that was for a guy. If he didn't get his rocks off right, it was pretty bad. And already she'd messed poor Rick up pretty good.
"Hetty ... shit ... ohhh, christ ... it hurt., ... it still hurts."
"I'm sorry, but damn it, Rick, you started the whole thing."
He tossed and turned as she milked the hot cream from his balls. Her own excitement had been cut off right in the middle. And when she finally had time to look between her cum-smeared thighs, her pussy looked like a mess. There was blood smeared with the cum and the inner lips were swollen as though they'd been sandpapered.
She limped to the bathroom at last and clasped a cold washrag against her aching mound. She didn't know whether to cry or laugh. The whole thing had been so insane. Then she decided to cry because her brother's cum had gotten into her good. And she wasn't all that sure about her fertile times. In fact she couldn't remember for sure when her period was due.
"Damn, damn, damn!"
Ricky came in and tried to comfort her. He hugged her and told her he was sorry. He even admitted that he'd gone a little far. But that didn't really make her feel much better. In fact it only made it worse. Because now that it was all over with, Ricky was acting like the main thing he wanted was to get in bed and go to sleep. And Hetty had the beautiful but scary feeling that she was in love with her very own brother! He was the first and only male who had ever fucked her. Even though she'd doubted her own normalcy. Ricky had made her a woman. So what if it turned out she was pregnant? Hetty didn't even care about that right now. She wanted to be held in Ricky's arms and talked to and cuddled until she went to sleep. Instead he gave her a parting wave and kind of pushed her out of his room. Politely but firmly.
Hetty limped to her room and lay on the bed. She just fingered her tender, raped pussy and said her brother's name over and over.
CHAPTER EIGHT
After Jean thought about what was happening to her family, she decided to make a few changes. For one thing, Ricky was much too old for Hetty. It sounded strange to think of it like that. But if Hetty and Rick kept indulging their pleasures like that, it would only lead to something really dangerous. Jean was pretty sure that her younger sister was incapable of normal sexual relations. But she knew, too, that the guilt and frustration involved if Hetty tried would do her no good. It might even do irreparable harm to the young girl's emotions.
So it wasn't really the question of incest. Jean wasn't going to be that hypocritical. She had admitted to herself now that she lusted after Ricky with the need that only a sister might feel. And, in fact, that was another reason to separate Hetty from Ricky.
She fixed the spare room in the basement, curtained the windows and had Mark help her move down Hetty's furniture. When her sister came home that Wednesday, she raised hell. But the move had already been made. And Jean put her foot down. Hetty was to live in the basement now. There she'd be safe, at least that's what Jean hoped. She felt a little noble after this effort to save Hetty's innocence. What was left of it.
There would be no more midnight creeps up and down the hall. Jean meant to keep her eye on both of them. But mostly on Ricky. She planned a little temptation for her smart-assed blond brother. She bought a very expensive pair of silk panties with a matching bra. Well, it couldn't really be called a bra. It was merely a string with two tiny silk cups that really showed off her sexy little breasts like they'd never been shown off before. The whole ensemble was a pale blue and when she moved, the expensive sheer silk clung to her flesh wonderfully.
She knew she'd gone a little crazy. She'd thought about Ricky until she couldn't even concentrate on her studies any more. She was insane with want. She dreamed of his lovely cock. What would it feel like inside her? She became faint just imagining.
So it was planned. Ricky would be home at ten from the movies. And Jean had already made certain that Hetty was not going to be hanging around. Hetty had been dropping behind in math and she'd arranged a little tutoring for her sister. Mark was always pretty good with numbers and she'd promised him five dollars if he would work with Hetty. In the basement.
When she heard Ricky come in, Jean poured herself a stiff drink and drained it. Then she poured another and sipped. She was squeaky clean from a shower and had added a little musk scent to strategic parts of her body before donning the silky panties and wispy bra.
She strutted in front of her mirror, slightly drunk, very excited. She had to admit, she'd done a good job on herself. Her long brown hair was silky-looking. Her eyes sparkled with amused anticipation.
Jean waited until she heard Ricky go into his room. She took another minute, started down the hall, but had to return for one last shot of bourbon. Her hands were shaking. Her breathing was ragged. She only hoped that by the time she was through that breathing would be even more ragged.
At the last minute Jean decided not to bother knocking. She pushed open Rick's door and stood there smiling. She was so excited that it took her a moment to focus. Ricky was lying on his bed. The only thing he had on was a jock strap. He was looking at the centerfold of a popular girlie mag. And the pouch of that jockstrap looked full to the brim.
But when Jean drifted over and sat on the bed, she became elated. For the first time in her life she realized that she had it all over that air-brushed, posed dolly in the magazine. And something in Rick's eyes said that he'd just realized that too.
"Jesssus, Jeany where are you going?"
"Right here," she smiled and stopped him from closing the centerfold. "You like that stuff?" she teased, nodding at the chick in the full color photo.
"Well ... she's okay, I guess."
"You know you're so long and lean I thought maybe you liked girls shaped the same way." Her reference was obvious. Ricky swallowed hard. He only had to keep looking straight ahead to see the tender, firm swell of her breast. It was cupped by the transparent blue silk of that silly little bra she was wearing. Her nipple was dark and thick. It put the tiny pink buttons in the picture to shame.
Ricky rolled onto his belly to hide the obvious tumid condition of his prick. Jean couldn't resist slapping him playfully on his bare ass.
"I always thought guys looked neat in jockstraps. They should just let them play sports in those things and nothing else. The cheerleaders would have lots more fun."
"Yeah," Rick laughed, "I guess they would." Then he became serious again. Jean realized she was going to have to be the one to carry the conversation.
"You know why I moved Hetty downstairs don't you?"
Rick blushed. "I ... I ... don't know. I mean ... "
"You know all right. I saw what was happening."
"You saw!"
"Sure. I saw you talking Hetty into ... " Now it was her turn to blush. She wished she had more bourbon with her. "I'm just happy that I stopped everything before you did something you would be sorry for later. Hetty isn't like a normal virgin. In fact I don't really think she's capable of sexual intercourse." A look of relief came over her brother's face. Jean picked up on it right away.
"You haven't tried that, have you?"
"Oh no," Rick blurted. "Christ, Jeany, what kind of guy you think I am? She's my sister."
"Are you sure you're not protesting too much?"
"Honest, I wouldn't do anything."
Jean got up and walked slowly across the room. She wasn't sure about her brother's noble sentiments. But then right now she wasn't so sure about hers either. She stayed with her back to him for a while. She wanted him to get a good look at her ass. The silky panties just barely covered the crack between her cheeks and she knew he could see the dark crevice through the sheer material. She watched him in the small mirror on his dresser. He was really eating her up. She cocked a hip. The skimpy silk pulled up between the firm halves of her bottom. Rick bit his lip and pumped his hips against the bed.
"You know what's wrong with me?" she teased.
"N-n-no. What?"
"I'm horny." She watched him in the mirror. "I'm so horny I could climb the wall."
"Wow. Far out!"
Jean turned and came directly at him. He looked at her with wide, scared eyes. She realized then that he still thought of her as the elder sister. She had taken the place of his mother. Though she was only in her twenties, Rick thought of her as the mistress of the house. That was why he had never paid much attention to any of her shy flirtations with him before. But she wasn't going to waste time on shyness any more.
"Move over, wouldya?"
Ricky made room for her. He was careful not to let her see the engorged state of his cock. It was stretching the jockstrap out something terrible. She knew he was dying to straighten his cock to make it more comfortable. Jean lay on her back, legs spread slightly. She ran her palms over her skimpily covered tits and then down her flat belly. Rick watched her. She almost giggled when she saw his mesmerized expression.
"A girl gets like this sometimes," she said, making her voice nonchalant. She lowered her fingernails to the tiny elastic cord that cut low on her hips and sank into the softness of her bottom. The teensy silk band was already deep in her slit. When she moved slightly, she could feel the rub of the material against her clit. She was drenching the pale blue silk.
Gingerly, using only her fingertips, Jean extracted the crotch band from the steamy juices of her pussy. Then she stretched it to the side and, making a show of it, put her long middle finger into her mouth. She pushed it in to the last knuckle, licked it wet and pulled it out slowly. Poor Rick had never seen anything like this in his life, she knew. He was staring, taking short, excited breaths.
"That's so it'll go in easy," she sighed. She didn't have to act that part. She was hotter than a skillet already and growing hotter by the second. The sex butter was leaking from her slit. A sexy musk filled the air of her brother's room. It was her own body and the mingled fragrance of the perfume she'd put on.
"You can watch if you want," she said, surprised at her coolness. Rick pushed up on an elbow to watch. She held the tiny band of silk to one side and eased her fingertip into the velvety slick crevice between her cuntlips. There was a soft smack as the petals clasped around her knuckles. Then she smoothed down until she'd found her hole. With a look of excited concentration, she pushed the finger into her hole with one quick move. Her brother didn't even try to smother his gasp.
"Christ!"
"I wish I could reach all the way inside," she whimpered, working her hips slowly. The juices smacked and leaked from around the finger. Now the smell of her pussy was taking over. It was a clean, pungent smell. The smell of raw sex. The smell of a hungry woman. Ricky panted unashamedly now.
"I can feel myself ... ohhh, it's so soft inside a girl." She had her eyes closed as if she were talking to herself alone. "Sometimes I wonder what it must be like to be a boy. To feel all those little folds inside me ... they're so hot and slick and sooo smooth." She pulled her finger out a few inches and plunged it in again. In and out, in and out. She started a rhythm, moving her hips in time to it. With her other hand, she pulled one of the see-thru cups off a breast and pinched the brown, hot nipple.
"God, Jeany ... I didn't know ... I mean I thought you kind of just went along without ever getting shook up on anything. I mean, you do date sometimes ... "
"Dates bore me. There's too much small talk and little games to weed through. To be honest, I don't have time for all that." Her lip curled as her finger went deep again. "Why can't a girl just get some sex when she needs it ... you know what I mean?"
"I ... I guess so."
Jean could tell that Ricky was still awed by her age and experience. If only the poor boy knew how she craved experience ... experience with him.
"Ricky?"
"Yeah?"
"Remember you asked me all those questions that time. About that girl you were dating?"
"Sure," he said nodding, "and you really helped me out. I forgot to thank you."
"You can forget about thanking me. I'd rather you return the favor."
"God, yes, but how?"
"Give me your hand, darling." Jean said. Ricky gave her his hand. As she folded down all his fingers but the middle one, he began to tremble. When she pushed that long bony finger into her mouth, he trembled more. She stroked it with her tongue as if it were his cock. Then she nibbled it a little and pulled it out. Her saliva dripped from his knuckles. She held his wrist with one hand and pushed the finger down into position with the other.
"Jeany ... I don't know ... it's weird to do this to you!"
She found her hole easily this time. Ricky was about to pull away from her but she forced his middle finger as deep into her pussy as it would go. Then she closed down her velvet tube.
"Ohhh, God!" Ricky gasped.
"Ohhh, honey, that feels so good. Now you're repaying that favor, see?"
"I guess s-s-so."
She held his wrist, working the finger in and out of her body with tantalizing slowness. Her petals and folds smacked hungrily around her brother's knuckles. Her juices soaked his flesh.
Now she knew she could take her hands away and Ricky would keep playing with her. He was hooked. He couldn't resist probing her cunt. He was even starting to dig deeper as if he wanted to reach the end of her pussy.
"You know, some girls are too tight," she said matter of factly. "They make a guy come too quick. It can even hurt him."
"God, how did you know?" he blurted. Jean saw that she'd hit a sensitive subject right on the head. Again she wondered about Hetty. Could it be possible that Rick and Hetty had actually fucked? No, it was impossible.
"But I'm just right I think." Jeany was sneaking a hand down her brother's tummy. She felt the edge of the elastic waistband of his jockstrap and stopped. "I think my pussy fits an average male prick just right. Not too tight, not too loose."
"God ... "
"Doesn't it feel good in there?"
"Sure."
By now she'd slipped her nails under the mesh pouch that held his throbbing cock. Her brother's breathing was ragged. He closed his eyes, blinked rapidly. He clenched and unclenched his fist. And the finger that was up inside her thrust with the urgency of a hungry cock.
"I hope you're not embarrassed by all this," Jean whispered, "but after all, you did owe me a favor."
"Y-y-yeah."
She had his cock surrounded now. Her long fingers hooked under it where the flesh was damp. She uncurled it gingerly and stretched the jockstrap down with her wrist. Then she started to jack the foreskin with purposeful movements. The tip filled with hot blood now that it was free from the restriction of the pouch.
"Jean ... ohhh, damn it ... ohhh, shit!"
"What's wrong, darling?"
"Nothing's wrong ... b-b-but-"
"It's okay. I want to do it."
"I guess I've just always thought of you as a kind of ... mother. You've always been that to me."
"Well, mama likes to play too, you know." She moved carefully so as not to disturb the sliding, poking hardness of Ricky's finger inside her. She changed her position so that she had her face directly over his crotch. She pulled down the jockstrap some more to completely exposed his cock. The bluish tip was halfway exposed from the clinging foreskin. She jacked it back until the knob was exposed and she wet her lips and lowered them down over it.
"Ahhh," Rick moaned. Gracefully, Jean straddled his body, bent her knees, working into a sixty-nine position.
Ricky took his finger out of her pussy, and used both hands to hold her feverish mound apart. As she lowered herself to his face, his tongue flicked into the seepy heat of her hole. She gasped, accidentally let her teeth nip his tumid glans. They jerked them, moaning over the pleasurable sensations.' "You're so nice to suck," she breathed, pushing her lips down over his shaft as far as she could. His bulging cockhead tickled her throat but she smothered the impulse to gag.
"Sis ... ohhh, jesus ... nobody's ever done that to me."
His tongue flicked again. She felt the surface swath the tender edges of her hole. Then her brother fucked her with it. His teeth edged her clit.
They suckled like that for a while, her tongue caressing his balls, too. Rick concentrated-on her clit then. But the friction was so intense that she couldn't keep her ass still.
"Ohhh, that's enough of that," she cried, turning around. She stood up on the bed, astraddle his body. He tried to pull her down onto him.
"God, Jean, I never thought I could feel this way about you!"
"You want me?"
"I'm crazy to fuck you!" He stood up and they swayed and hugged while standing on the mattress. She eased the elastic of the jockstrap down over his ass, teasing his taut, dry rectum on the way. He pinched it closed and gave a yelp of surprise.
"Someday I'm going to get my vibrator and work on that sweet little spot."
"Like hell," Ricky laughed, twisting away from her probing finger.
She slid the jockstrap from his body. He was standing with his legs well apart now. Without warning, Jean rose up between them, her mouth open wide. She took his balls in between her teeth and tongued them gingerly. At the same time she jacked his prick, moving the juicy foreskin down over the tip and back again. She did this until his prick was long and hard. A tiny droplet of clear fluid appeared at the little slit. She held his skin back and licked it off with the tip of her tongue. Then she sucked his two eggs into her mouth again.
"Jeany ... son ... of ... a ... bitch!"
"Mnnnhhhuuuhhh," she moaned, plunging her tongue around the orbs as they slipped around in their slick sac. She let each one go in turn and licked her lips like a hungry cat. "Sometimes a girl feels cheated. I just don't have anything like those on my body. A clit is kinda like a little cock. But those soft, warm nuts are just too fantastic for words."
"You're too fantastic for words," Rick murmured.
Jean jumped off the bed and pranced around his room. The spit-wet, pussy-soaked silk of her pantycrotch was buried out of sight between her swollen petals. And each step made a friction against her clit.
"Do you want to fuck me?" she breathed, cupping her breasts out to him. His nostrils flared. He pushed a hand through his blond hair and jumped from the bed.
"God, yes!"
"Well, come on then," she giggled and backed away. He lunged for her, his hand caught the tiny bra and tore it from her body. Now as she ducked away from him, her breasts quivered, the nipples pointing at her brother in obvious invitation. He lunged again and his heavy cock slapped his belly.
Jean pumped her ass up and down at him. A shiny drip of juice trickled down the inside of one thigh, down her leg. By now, every step was excruciatingly exciting. The silk rubbed her clit furiously. She could see the little nubbin jutting out around the flimsy crotch band. Something metallic clicked. When Jean looked up her brother was holding something in his hand. A knife!
"Come here, Sis," he rasped, "there's something that needs cutting."
Jeany knew at once what Rick was talking about. And his sudden show of mastery made her weak in the knees. She let him kneel before her on the rug. She spread her legs and waited until she felt the cold back of the blade slide against her dripping flesh. Then Ricky brought the knife down with a quick jerk and the panty silk parted easily.
"Those things cost me a bunch," she sighed, not really caring.
"I'll buy you a dozen more."
"So you can cut them off of me one at a time?"
"Yeah, I'd like that." He threw the knife on his desk. Then he was holding her body against his. They swayed there in the middle of the room. It was like a subtle dance of sex. Then Ricky picked her up in his arms. Jeany wrapped her legs tightly around his middle and hiked herself higher.
They kissed. Just with the tips of their tongues at first. It was like a fencing match. And as they teased each other with soft licks, Rick held his throbbing cock up so that it was surrounded by the buttery lips of Jean's cunt. She wiggled her hips slightly and her hole opened around the tender crown. Ricky gasped and tried to catch her tongue between his teeth but she laughed and kept it from him.
"Jeany ... Jeany ... ohhh, fuck!"
"You want me?" she trilled, taking her hot hole away from him half an inch. He pumped his hips upward and tried to pull her body down over him. But she had a firm hold on his waist. She squeezed to let him know she was still running things.
"You bitch," he laughed, catching her tongue at last. They kissed furiously, moaning, clawing at each other with the raging storm of want that was beginning to take over. Jean couldn't resist having him any longer. She plunged her ass around in frenzied circles as she let her body weight descend. An inch. Two inches. Ricky started to make animal noises deep in his throat. She was swathing that rigid, pounding cocktip with her insides. She was tightening and loosening her muscles, bobbing up and down over him. And as yet, she hadn't taken him inside her body more than a few inches. She could tell it was driving poor Rick half mad.
"Give ... give it to me!" he whined, licking at her neck, petting her slender back with both hands as he staggered around the room. She rode him like a proud Amazon, the juice dripping from her pussy, drenching his balls.
"How about half?" she teased, suddenly wanting to postpone things again.
"Yeah, just half is fine," he moaned.
Jean gave him six inches. Really now, she thought she was being more than generous. He was only seven and a half inches long or thereabouts.
"Yeah," he groaned, trying to plunge it in to the hilt.
"My, you're greedy."
"Jean ... I love you ... "
"I hope so," she said, biting his chin. "You are my brother."
"I didn't mean like that, I mean ... "
She plunged her pussy down over his cock then, smothered his words with her open mouth. He kissed her with ravenous lust, spreading his long fingers out around her ass cheeks to feel the way she moved. And she moved nice for him. She had a way of pulling her hole up slowly until only the tip of his prick clung inside the fevered flesh. Then she plunged it down quickly over him, bobbing, jerking, fucking.
Her first come swelled around her so quickly that she bit her lip and worked it to a tickling delirium. She didn't want her brother to know she'd finished. Because she wasn't finished. She meant to have another, bigger one. This time she knew it would come again if she'd just keep working at it.
"Wow," Ricky breathed, "I felt you get real tight inside. It kind of pulsed, you know, squeezed me over and over. There, it's stopping now. You okay, Sis?"
"Hmmm ... nhhuuhh ... yeah ... I'm just wonderful." She flopped her head against her brother's shoulder and licked him as she felt the ecstatic throes drain away. He plunged his cock up and down inside her pussy. And she could tell by the size of his cockhead that he wasn't far from spurting.
"Not too fast, darling," she cooed, petting the sides of his face, kissing his eyelids, his nose and finally covering his mouth. They moaned through the kiss, their bellies pressed together sweatily. Jean's breasts gouged across her brother's chest. Her hipbones bumped his. And all the while that wonderful, slender prick of his reached deep into her hot cunt.
Though she tried to keep from coming too fast again, the ecstasy seemed to come at her from all sides. Her toes burned, her leg muscles quivered as the jolts of itchy pleasure throbbed through her swollen pussy. And her tube milked at her brother's cock without her even making it.
"Baby, darling," she gasped, hugging him, digging her nails into his back.
Ricky staggered to the bed and fell with her under him. The mattress groaned but held. He was suddenly taking her like the male animal he was. Her quivering legs opened wide and she pointed her toes to the ceiling as Rick's powerful hips plunged and fucked. His cock made a sexy slurpy sound as it penetrated her pussy over and over and over.
"Ghahaaaa!" she cried, biting his shoulder. Her excitement blinded her. Colored lights swam before her eyes as the hilt of Rick's cock rubbed her clit to a frothy convulsion of pure pleasure.
She bucked and squirmed against his body. They were both crying out loudly now. She knew there were other people in the house, but she couldn't stop. The insatiable tickles shot up and down her body. She was just trying to keep from going mad with the joy of it all.
"Yeeee!" she screamed, hooking her heels hard between the cheeks of his ass. "Ohhhh, fuck me! Fuck me to death, Ricky!"
"Jeany ... ohhh, I can't believe this!" His cock spurted suddenly. She felt the spasming jerks as the cream foamed out into her body. In a second it was leaking down her ass in sticky strings.
In their passion, Rick rolled into his back. Now she was on top and as her climax pounded through her, she bit his nipples and swathed him hotly with her tongue. She grabbed his wrists and pinned them against the mattress as she fed on his body.
Rick bucked his hips up and down, filling her with cock and cum and loving. Her pussy milked and squeezed at the lovely hard shaft as she pumped herself against him. And then they fell limp into each others arms, panting, done.
Jean heard the sob first. Then footsteps in the hall outside Ricky's door. She turned her head, tried to focus. The door stood partway open but there was no one outside. And yet she knew. That small, sad sob had been from Hetty. Hetty had watched them. Hetty had seen.
"Oh no," she whimpered, kissing her brother's heaving chest. "Oh, god ... why did you let her see this?" Then she closed her eyes again and rested in the warmth of Rick's strong arms.
CHAPTER NINE
The first thing Hetty did was go find Buddy Sanderson. She didn't want any sex. She just wanted Buddy to buy her a six-pack of beer. Buddy couldn't believe she'd come all the way over to his place just for that. He was so stuck on himself that he assumed she was hungry for his bod.
"Thanks for the beer," Hetty told him when he tried to hug her close. "I'll think of you every time I pop another can."
"Hey, sweetheart, you sure you don't want somebody to help you drink all that?"
"No thanks." They were parked in his car just outside her house. She hugged the paper bag in her arms and got out. Buddy looked at her, shrugged and drove off. It was a cool night. Hetty was in the front door and halfway up the stairs when Jean appeared, clasping her robe around her. There was no doubt in Hetty's mind that her big sister was naked underneath. She could smell her too. She smelled like pussy and cum.
" 'Scuse me," Hetty said, stepping around her. Jean caught her wrist.
"I heard you go out," Jean said. She tried to push the tangles of hair out of her eyes. She really looked like she'd had a good fucking all right. Hetty stared at her with unforgiving eyes.
"Yeah, well I'm back now." She tried to pull away, but Jean held her from going.
"Listen Hetty, I want to tell you something." Jean looked down at her bare feet. "I know what you just saw."
"Look, forget it. It happens all the time around here." She fought the sob that was in her throat. "Let me alone, will ya?" She jerked free and ran down the hall to her room. Jean pounded on the door but Hetty had it locked. She popped the top of the first beer and swigged half of it quickly. Then she choked on the foam and spit some out onto the rug.
"Hetty, let me in."
"Go away ... you brotherfucker!" But Hetty knew that wasn't really fair. She'd fucked her brother too. Rick. Sweet Rick, She loved Ricky now and forever and ever. She put the can to her lips and slugged down the contents. Her eyes watered and she belched terrifically. Then she opened the second can.
"Hetty ... please let me in. I must talk to you."
"You might as well go to bed. Rick's probably waiting for you." She walked over to the door. "Didn't it feel good for him to slide his cock into you? Didn't it feel just wonderful?"
"Stop that Hetty! Do you hear me?"
"Oh go piss on a rock," Hetty said. She sat on the edge of her bed and drank more beer. After a minute had passed she heard her big sister's footsteps going away down the hall. It took her a little longer to finish the second beer, but she got it down and opened the third. Then she had to piss.
She was starting to feel funny. She'd never really been drunk before but it did make things better. She pretended a little, staggering to get the feel of being boozed up. She giggled for no special reason. Then she went to look at herself in the mirror.
"I'll show them," she said. "I'm not going to take it lying down." Another fit of giggles swept over her. "Or maybe I will take it lying down." She pouted sexily. Then she fluttered her eyelids. She hadn't made them up that day and now that the beer was working, decided it was high time.
It took her fifteen minutes to get her face exactly like she wanted it. She overdid it a bit on the green eyeshadow. And she didn't spare the lipstick either. Hetty looked at her face and pouted again.
"Maybe I should go find me a boy friend. To hell with Ricky. Nasty Ricky." She hiccupped. "He's just a dirty old sisterfucker anyway. Brotherfuckers. Sure glad there aren't any mothers, around or they'd get fucked too." She giggled again and almost belched up some foam.
"Wooo, I'm feeling good." She teetered over to her closet and looked in to find something pretty. "I'm gonna go out and have a good time," she sang. She chose a knee-length skirt then decided it wouldn't do. She put on a pair of hot pants but quickly took them off again. Besides being out of style, it was too chilly to be wearing anything like that around at night.
"Here we go," she laughed, grabbing her old scout uniform off a hanger. She remembered that it had fit her pretty loosely two years before when she'd quit going to meetings. But she'd done some pretty important growing since then. Not bothering with a bra, she got the thing over her shoulders and buttoned it up. It clung to her small waist and the blouse was taut with her bulging, soft breasts. The little green skirt was higher than regulation. But it sure showed off her thighs and when she leaned over even a little bit, the cheeks of her curvy ass exploded into view.
"Hmmm, that's just fine." She took a long look in the mirror. With her face made up, the scout uniform was really far out! She found a pair of white ankle socks and dug out the old black shoes she'd quit wearing years ago. They barely fit but she squeezed in anyway. Then she grabbed her raincoat and popped the top of another beer to take with her.
Hetty had just opened the front door when Jean called to her.
"Hetty darling, don't go out."
"Bye," she laughed and slammed the door behind her.
Hetty was halfway downtown before she realized what she meant to do. Maybe she'd known it all along and just not admitted the truth to herself. That money stashed in her cigar box in her room was nothing compared to what she was going to make tonight. She sipped from the beer. When car lights swept past, she hid the can under her coat. Now that she was out in the cool night, she didn't feel quite so drunk. And she needed to feel drunk. She swigged beer and kept walking.
The first bar she came to scared the shit out of her. She caught her own reflection in a store window as she passed. With the raincoat on, her scout uniform wasn't obvious, but she still looked young. Way too young to get into one of those places.
A couple pushed through the door and came laughing past her. The girl didn't seem to notice but the guy gave her a lingering look. She tried a smile but felt it freeze on her lips. God, it wasn't going to be easy, she thought. As soon as the neon lights were behind her, she ducked into the darkened doorway of a store and had another swallow of beer.
The next bar wasn't too inviting either. She could hear the hell-raising clear out there on the sidewalk. She got as far as the door then hurried past. She was beginning to lose her nerve.
"Damn it, Hetty," she hissed, "you came out here to prove something. You'd better damn well get it done."
She spotted a bar on the other side of the street. As she crossed to it, she kept repeating the words, do it, over and over. This place seemed a little more high class than the other honky tonks. Or maybe it just wasn't so busy. She paused at the doorway, took a deep breath and pushed inside.
The smell of stale beer and smoke almost choked her at first. There were a few swaying couples on the dance floor. Hetty wondered why in hell she'd put on that silly scout uniform. She must have been good and drunk. Now she was sobering fast. She stood there looking around. There weren't many customers. But the bartender was beginning to stare. Quickly, she slid into a booth. She kept her raincoat closed.
"What can I get for you," the barmaid said, gliding up. Her eyes did a double take. "Oh honey, I'm gonna have to ask you for some I.D."
"I.D.?" Hetty gaped. "Oh. That."
"I can't serve you, honey. I just can't. You don't look a day over-"
"Serve her," the man said. Hetty hadn't seen where he'd come from. Or had he been sitting in the shadows of the booth next to hers? The barmaid blinked at him, "Mr. Braxton, I'd love to serve her, but Phil would have my ass-"
"Tell Phil I said it was okay." He slapped the girl gently on the bottom. "And tell him to keep his hands off your pretty ass." The barmaid giggled and hurried away. The tall man slid into the booth next to her. He was wearing a cowboy shirt and a diamond ring that glittered in the dim light from the jukebox.
"Hope you don't mind me joining you," he drawled.
"No ... I don't mind. Thank you for ... "
"Don't thank me. I was lonely. And you're all alone, too, I see."
Hetty blushed, thankful that the stranger wouldn't notice in the dark bar. She felt suddenly confident again. Like she'd pulled herself out of a jam. The barmaid brought two beers. Hetty drank half of hers quickly.
"My name's Nate," the big man said. "I own half of this dive so you don't have to worry about nothing." Hetty was staring at the diamond ring. At least it sure looked like diamond. She unbuttoned her raincoat without thinking. Nate stared hard at the scout uniform. She had two merit badges pinned on her chest for woodcraft. Then she looked down too and blushed again.
"How old are you?" the man said, laughing.
"Ohhh ... I'm older than you think. I mean, I'm old enough to know what's going on ... " She shut up, drank the rest of her beer. Nate hollered for the girl to bring some more. Hetty drank it almost as soon as she got it. Now she was feeling mellow again. She was feeling brave.
"You shouldn't be out at night alone," Nate said. He sounded warm and friendly.
"Sure I should. I'm glad you sat down by me." She put her small, soft hand on his thigh and moved it an inch towards his crotch. Nate watched her without blinking. She leaned her head against his shoulder. The big man hooked an arm around her shoulders and drew her close. He smelled like tobacco and expensive cologne. He smelled like a grown up man! Hetty's heart pounded and she moved her fingers a little closer to his crotch.
"Do you want me to take you home?" he whispered in her ear.
"Oh no! I don't want to go home. Not yet anyway." She fluttered her lashes as expertly as she could. She poked out her chin towards him, hoping that he'd take the hint. He was older than her by twenty years at least, but he was awful good-looking. Surely he wanted to kiss her. And he did. Softly. She took advantage of the moment to move her hand another inch. Her fingertips came into contact with something hot and swollen under the man's pants. She petted the lump with her fingernails and gave Nate her small, pink tongue to suck.
But when he tried to put his hand up under her scout dress, she grabbed his wrist.
"Will you pay me some money now?" she breathed, knowing that somehow the words had come out all wrong. That wasn't the way to do it. But she didn't know how to do it. All her dealings had been with boys her own age. And not in a dark, wicked bar. But Nate seemed to be enjoying himself. He smiled down at her.
"Honey, just how much do you want?" He held her coat open and stifled a laugh. "And what do I get for my money. This damned uniform you got on?"
Hetty was mad now. She knew he was making fun of her. She grabbed his hand and thrust it under her dress. She hadn't meant to play things so close to the line but Nate was ridiculing her. She pulled the crotch piece of her panties to one side and pushed his hand into the warm slick crevice of her pussy. Nate's eyes came to life.
"The dress is mine. This is what you can get. If you pay for it."
Nate shook his head slowly. "You are really something else, little girl. I can't hardly believe all this. You just drift in here like you're fresh from a scout meeting and pounce on old Nate ... and ... " His words trailed off. Hetty could see that touching her was getting him excited. He moved his finger around until he found her pussyhole. Then he pushed up inside her body. She bit her bottom lip and leaned heavily against his arm.
"Ohhhh," she gasped, working her hips under the table. "Ohhh, wow!" She struggled to get control of herself. Panting, she looked up at Nate. "Well? How much will you pay me?"
"You crazy little doll, you don't have the slightest idea what you're doing, do you?" Hetty looked away. Nate made her meet his eyes again. "You're the one who's supposed to tell me how much -you want, not the other way around." Again he looked about to laugh in her face but Hetty ignored this.
"Okay," she said, voice trembling, "a hundred dollars." Nate whistled and grinned like he'd heard a good joke.
"I guess I asked for that one." His finger was inching deeper into her little hole. "But I'll tell you something. Even if I was to pay you a hundred dollars, I don't think I could fit my big old cock up into your tight little pussy." He kissed her freckled nose. "I can't hardly get my finger in it."
"You could try."
"You mean, you'd let me try to fuck you for a hundred bucks?" Nate's expression had changed completely. She could see the hunger etched on his rough features. Hetty swallowed hard, then nodded.
"Yes. But give me the money now."
"Sonofabitch," Nate mumbled to himself and dug out his wallet. He folded the hundred dollar bill into a pocket of her scout uniform. Then he picked up his hat. "You ready to go, honey?"
Hetty followed him out of the bar. He opened the door of a white Cadillac half a block down the street. Hetty slid in and he closed the door behind her. It smelled like Nate inside. That and leather.
Twice while they drove, Hetty looked at the folded hundred dollar bill. It blew her mind that she'd gotten it just for the asking. Of course she hadn't come across with her part of the bargain yet. But she was too drunk to worry. Somehow, her own brother had gotten his cock into her. Surely Nate would find a way.
The big Cadillac swung into a fancy motel but Nate didn't bother to stop at the office.
"I'm half owner of this place, too," he said to Hetty. He pulled up at a unit near the back and killed the engine. Hetty was beginning to get a bad case of nerves. Nate showed her inside and flicked on the color television. A picture flickered into focus and Hetty just about peed her pants.
"I didn't know they had things like that on television," she gasped. There was a couple fucking on a bear rug. In living color. On channel three. Then she realized there wasn't any channel three in town.
"On my television you're liable to see just about anything," Nate laughed and pinched Hetty's bottom. She put her raincoat on a chair and went to the mirror to fool with her hair. When she turned, Nate had already dropped his pants and was taking off his shirt. Then came his underwear. That's when she screamed. It wasn't a loud scream. It was a weak, whimpering scream. Because she'd never seen anything so big in her life. And she knew that that huge prick wouldn't fit inside her pussy in a million years.
"I warned you it was big," he laughed, coming after her. It was a short chase. Nate caught her and threw her across one of the big beds. She bounced off the other side but he tackled her and forced her down on the other one. He was lanky and muscular. He had the build of a cowboy who could still take care of himself. And he could take care of her too, Hetty knew. That's what she was afraid of.
"I'll give you back your money ... please just let me go home. I'll even walk home, you don't have to take me!"
Nate stripped off her scout uniform and started mauling her breasts. Then he caught her wrists in one of his big hands and, holding her helpless, stripped down her panties. Her little pussy was hot, the hairless lips glistening with her natural lubrication.
"Nhhhooo ... ohhh, God, you'll kill me with that ... that thing!"
"How big do you think it is?" he laughed.
"Nine inches," she gasped.
"You missed it by an inch. It's ten." He grabbed her legs and spread them. She was helpless under his muscular body. She felt him rubbing the engorged tip of his cock up against her open pussy. She squealed again and tried to buck him off. But Nate had probably had lots rougher rides than she could ever give.
"I've had a lot of women in my time," he said, "but you've got to be the youngest!" His mouth covered one of her breasts and she writhed as the flames of excitement licked at her senses. She couldn't think straight, couldn't think of what to do. She just knew that if that big prick was forced into her body she might die.
Nate had her legs wedged wide apart. When she tried to close them, he just kept pushing his knees up against the tender meat of her thighs and she had to stay open. He rubbed the throbbing, fevered head of his cock up and down against her clit until she was moaning with raw lust. She was scared shitless, but hotter than a firecracker. She wished, really wished that she could fuck him.
"Put on a rubber," she gasped when he shoved the rigid thing against the beginning of her hole.
"You really thought I was going to do it, didn't you?" He kissed her upturned nose. "Why honey, I could no more do that to you than I could cut the nuts off my favorite stallion."
"You mean you're not going to ... to fuck me?
"Well, not there anyway." Nate sucked a tooth and looked sly. Then he roared with laughter and rolled her onto her belly. "When you can't get in the front door, it's better to go around back," he said.
Hetty felt shamed to death when Nate rubbed the lubricating jelly between the cheeks of her ass. It seemed like an awful thing for him to do. But he spread the slick stuff over her small, taut rectum until she was grunting with excitement. She hadn't expected to feel like that. And when Nate pushed his finger up into her guts, she quivered like a fish on a hook. Her clit became rigid with blood. Her nipples swelled.
Nate replaced his finger with something else. It was the hot, spongy head of his huge cock! But surely that wouldn't fit inside her asshole, would it? The big man lunged and she felt her sphincter open.
"Ghhhaaaa," she cried, her ass flopping around under him. He pumped gently, skewering her inch by tantalizing inch. She was taking him into her guts easily. It was hard to believe, but it was much easier than just fucking. And what was really surprising was the effect it was having on her pussy. She was moaning with uninhibited passion Her clit felt like it'd been attached to an electric light socket. Nate kept pinching her at different spots on her body, pinching her hard. And every time he pinched her, the pain caused her rectum to tighten against his cocktip. Then he'd ram it deep into her guts and root like a madman.
But through all this, Hetty was more aware of her body's excitement. She'd never have believed that getting humped in the ass could be so thrilling. And she had admitted to herself that being forced was half of it. She was learning things every day. Some of them would be enough to blow the mind of a lot of girls.
"Ohhh, God, I feel so weird ... something's happening to me."
"You're just gonna come, honey," Nate drawled, giving her all ten of his feverish inches. And she did. She came with tiny squeals of ecstasy as the cowboy grabbed her hips like he was riding a wild mare. He plunged and fucked and rammed her until she'd had passed through her first climax and thundered gloriously into a second.
"Ohhh, wow, it's good!" she gasped, bouncing and groaning under his strong body.
Then she heard the animal growl that told her Nate was spurting his thick cum into her guts. He shuddered and fell limp on her back. They lay like that for a long time. Then Nate got up, wiped a towel across her ass and went into the bathroom.
Hetty wobbled across the room and grabbed a liquor bottle. She poured some in the bottom of a glass and drank it down. Then she looked in the pocket of her scout uniform again. Sure enough, she hadn't been dreaming it. The crisp hundred was still folded safely away.
* * *
It was an hour later when Nate pulled up in front of her house.
"You take care of yourself, hear?"
"Yes sir, I mean, I sure will, Nate." She leaned over to kiss him. She was pretty mixed up about the whole evening. She didn't know whether she really liked this guy much or not. It was kind of like being hot for the heavy in a western. But he had been generous. Hetty smiled then, deciding that yes, she did like him.
"You know, I'd sure like to try out that other little hole of yours when you grow big enough," Nate said, smoothing a hand over her hair.
"I don't know," she shrugged. She got out of the car and leaned back in the window. "Maybe."
"It'd be worth another hundred, what do you say?"
Hetty licked her lips provocatively. "By then the price may have gone up." Then she bounced up the walk and inside. The television was off and there weren't any lights on except the one that Jean always left lit in the bathroom. Hetty felt a little drunk. But something was missing, too. And it didn't have anything to do with the hundred. She put that into her cigar box and closed the lid slowly, thinking. As the thought occurred to her, she whispered the words.
"The trouble with fucking somebody that doesn't live with you is ... that you can't sleep with him all night." Then she changed into her and tip-toed into the kitchen to get a glass of milk.
She was on her way back to her room when she thought she heard her name called. She was right outside her brother Mark's room and his door was open a crack.
"Hetty!" he whispered.
She poked her head in. "Mark? Is that you?"
"Yeah. Would you come here?"
She came over to his bed and sat down. She couldn't see anything it was so dark. But Mark took her hand.
"You know what's been going on, don't you?" he said. "Jean and Ricky have been fucking. I hated to be the one who told you, but the deal is she was fucking me first."
Hetty's ears burned with this revelation by her usually shy brother.
"So why are you telling me?" she asked, already guessing the answer.
"Because I don't want to do it with Jean any more," he said, voice heavy with desire. "I ... I want to do it with , ... with ... with ... "
"Let me guess," Hetty teased. Then she pushed her hand under the sheets and searched until she'd come upon the rigid shaft of her brother's cock. She squeezed it lovingly. "Well, scoot over," she said at last.
"Where did you go tonight?* Mark asked.
"Oh, nowhere special," she told him. She was making a mental measurement of the size of Mark's cock. It wasn't nearly so thick as Ricky's nor as long. In fact she was pretty sure it would fit inside her okay.
"I've been thinking about you a lot Hetty," Mark said in his little boy way of speaking.
"Were you thinking of me enough to buy a rubber?"
"Nope, but I stole one of Ricky's." He smiled and Hetty kissed him on the lips. Then his mouth opened into a more knowing kiss. When his tongue flashed between her teeth, Hetty knew she'd found a warm bed to share. And she meant to share it for a long, long time.
