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The Married Sister
by Eric Courtney (address withheld)
Originally published by TheEditor

***

Rod had been in Vietnam a year and Gail lived alone, 
like many women back in the late 60's, having few 
friends and occasionally working for the Kelly Girls, 
taking office jobs when they seemed suitable and the 
mood hit her. Most of her friends were the wives of 
servicemen, like herself, waiting for their men to come 
home. But then her brother came to stay and everything 
changed. (MM+/F, inc, reluc, wife, oral, anal, gb, 
drugs)

***

 -= Chapter 1 =-

It was a lovely morning. But, then, it was always a 
lovely morning in San Diego. A Mr. Branson, retired, 
henpecked, was out tending his garden bright and early. 
His wife was pleased with his sudden interest in 
gardening. Actually, old Branson didn't care a hang 
about flowers or lawns, they were all weeds to him. What 
he did care about and why he was out in the garden 
bright and early every morning was for the pleasure and 
excitement of seeing their neighbor, young Gail Hanover, 
walk out of her house and down to the mailbox and then 
back up the path again.

On what Branson called "good days" she would open the 
mail then walk slowly back up the path to the house. The 
slower, the better, for Branson's interests. This 
particular morning, he positioned himself in a corner of 
the yard, crouching over a bed of marigolds and 
pretending to dig while his eyes looked through his 
bushy eyebrows and he waited.

And Gail was well worth the waiting. Yesterday, she had 
come down to the mailbox dressed in a lounging gown and 
old Branson had gritted his teeth against his anger at 
being disappointed then almost fell in a bed of tulips 
as, while she was opening the mail, her gown fell open 
and he saw one leg up to the hip bone. It was an 
indelible image he would savor late at night while lying 
next to his snoring wife. 

She was wearing high heels under the gown and her leg 
showed itself off beautifully with slim tapered ankles 
curving out into well-rounded calves. Then -- and every 
time Branson thought of it, his mouth went dry -- a 
thigh. Not just any thigh, but full, voluptuous thighs 
that seemed to swoop out in pure white firmness. And all 
she was wearing was a rose-red bikini panty!

Branson had to close his eyes when he thought of how the 
panties stretched tight across her hips, revealing the 
soft bulge of one pelvic bone and the way the material 
caught tight and was tense at the V of her crotch.

It was only for a split second, but old Branson had seen 
it and found himself shaking. "By God, if I were only 
twenty years younger!" he had muttered.

The postman had delivered the mail, turned the flag up 
and Branson was in position. His only regret was the 
fact that he couldn't get closer.

Gail Hanover came out of the house. She had risen early, 
determined to clean. It was such a bright and sunny day, 
she saw no reason for wearing a lot of clothes. A pair 
of shorts and one of Rod's old white shirts pulled and 
knotted around her slim waist seemed enough. She came 
from the house barefoot and old Branson crouched like 
some old satyr and peered through his white picket 
fence.

Gail came down the path tossing her hair. It was 
beautiful jet-black hair and contrasted sharply with her 
pale blue eyes. The tights were old and rose high on her 
hips, almost revealing her hip bones. A pair of hip 
huggers she had cut off, they slung low, revealing her 
navel which Branson saw with rippling flesh. The V of 
the huggers fit tight over her crotch. Gail enjoyed the 
slight pressure and excitement they afforded her and 
walked in a hip undulating fashion to heighten the 
sensation.

Old Branson fell to one knee as he craned forward, his 
now sweating face no more than three inches from the 
fence as he saw her bending to open the mailbox. My God! 
he thought, that young chippie isn't wearing a bra!

It was true. Her ample breasts seemed to shift under her 
husband's shirt and the nipples made little reverse 
indentations on the cotton, sticking out in a 
provocative way.

Branson quickly swiped at his upper lip, removing 
perspiration. Gail was a lovely thing to look at: slim, 
big breasted, long legs, thick hair and a lovely face 
with a small nose, almost snub-nosed, and a large, 
sensuous mouth. She looked just like the girls he saw in 
Playboy magazine whenever he went down to the drugstore 
to get prescriptions filled. She was better than 
anything he had ever seen in a magazine. She was real! 
And she was across the street, tearing open a letter and 
practically naked.

As he watched, she read a letter hastily, a smile coming 
over her face. Then, in a spontaneous movement, she 
jumped up and down with glee, her breasts shaking and 
quivering.

To his disappointment, she turned to run to her house. 
Then, his luck holding, she dropped a letter and bent 
over, her back to him, and picked it up. For one moment 
of glorious agony, Branson saw her hips and buttocks fan 
out and her shorts ride high up and be caught in the 
deep crevice between her legs. She straightened and 
walked on to the house, the two smooth, undulating 
cheeks of her buttocks in plain sight bouncing up and 
down.

If it had been any other day and any other letter, Gail 
might have heard a moan from the yard across the way and 
looked to see what was happening. But, not today. She 
held in her hand THE letter. Everybody gets at least one 
letter in their life which they can deem important. They 
can look back to that time and say, "My life changed 
that day."

So it was for Gail. She ran into the house excited, not 
knowing what she was going to do or if there was 
anything she should do.

She stood in their living room and laughed softly. She 
read the letter again, taking in every word. It was so 
very brief.

DARLING, LEAVING THIS HELLHOLE IN ONE WEEK AND FLYING 
BACK HOME TO YOU. LOVE, ROD.

Airmailed and postmarked two days ago. A quick 
calculation told her he might be home by next weekend. 
Gail felt good, better than she had felt in weeks. If 
old Branson hadn't been so interested in her body and 
his own frustrated thoughts, he would have noticed that 
Gail wasn't a happy girl; that she was, in fact, a 
deeply troubled human being. If horny old Branson had 
looked closely, he would have seen the telltale signs of 
much drinking the night before.

Rod had been in Vietnam a year and she had lived alone, 
having few friends and occasionally working for the 
Kelly Girls, taking office jobs when they seemed 
suitable and the mood hit her. Most of her friends were 
the wives of servicemen, like herself, waiting for their 
men to come home.

Then Lee, her younger brother came to visit her and 
stay. Although a warm day, Gail shivered, thinking about 
him and his visit. At home, when they were growing up, 
Lee, one year younger, had always been a wild one, 
getting into all sorts of trouble. At first, it had been 
dismissed as "coltish behavior", and "sowing his wild 
oats." Later, it had gotten more serious: drinking 
escapades and stories of wild parties. 

Lee ran with a crowd that was considered disreputable 
and Gail had nothing to do with them. One night Lee had 
come home drunk and surprised Gail as she lay in bed 
reading a book. He had attacked her. The word "attack" 
was never really mentioned and the whole thing was 
smoothed over as a joke. Lee being so drunk he "didn't 
know where he was." At least that is what Gail's mother 
had said. Her mother had a special attachment to Lee 
that Gail used to wonder about. Near forty, her mother 
was still a fine looking woman.

When Rod came along, the whole world changed and it 
wasn't long before they were married and moved to San 
Diego. And then Gail's mother wrote to say that Lee was 
coming out to see her right after school let out. Lee 
was attending an eastern college. In his first year, he 
had been almost kicked out. Several students had been 
arrested in an apartment off campus. Seems a sex party 
had been going on and one girl claimed that she had been 
raped.

And Lee had come to visit Gail.

Despite his sardonic and unpredictable ways, Gail loved 
her brother. His aggressiveness and his sharp tongue 
didn't bother her; she thought, that with time, he would 
change. When he first came, she had been struck by how 
different they were. She was to learn, to her horror and 
shame, how very much alike they were in at least one 
way.

He had showed up one morning in front of her house, a 
sleeping bag on his back, his hair too long and unkempt, 
his lips twisted in that old grin. "Hiya. Man, you're 
something else."

After she had fed him and he talked of their parents, 
she sat down across the table from him and looked at him 
carefully. He had grown, he was no longer just her 
little brother, he was a man. And that same mischievous 
look was on his face. Only, now, there was something 
more there. The impish quality had become hard, there 
was a glitter and gleam to his eye that disturbed her. 
What was it? It seemed to her they were shrewd eyes old 
beyond belief. There was a cynical edge to his voice, a 
strange dry quality that told you there was little that 
he hadn't done.

Standing with Rod's scrawled hasty letter in her hand, 
Gail shivered again. She slumped into a chair and stared 
off. What was she going to do? How could she tell Rod? 
What would happen, how would she feel when Rod was 
finally in front of her took her in his arms? How would 
she respond? Would it be the same as before?

Or, would she, in some unpredictable way, give herself 
away? How would she act in the throes of passion?

Her depression came back and she felt the need of a 
drink. Just one, she told herself, then put her hand to 
her head and closed her eyes. She had to face this 
thing, she had to think it out. More than anything, she 
had to resolve it in her own mind.

She had been always told and felt it was true that she 
was a person of character. Setting her jaw, she 
carefully folded Rod's letter and put it away in the 
desk with all of his letters that she had kept. She 
could not resist sitting and rereading some of them, 
tears brimming in her eyes. She loved Rod and he was the 
only man ever to have her ... until Lee, her brother, 
came to visit.

She couldn't stand it any longer. She slammed the desk 
drawer shut then swiveled to the kitchen where she 
poured a drink of scotch into a glass and sat down at 
the kitchen table. I don't care if it's morning and this 
is a stupid thing to do. I want to think, she told 
herself.

She swallowed the scotch and made a face, feeling it 
burn down and hit her empty stomach. Hastily, she made 
some Instant coffee and poured the rest of the scotch in 
the cup and sat down to sip and think.

One of the wonders of the human mind is its 
adaptability. Gail had not once allowed herself to think 
of what happened with Lee since he had gone. While it 
was happening and while he was staying with her, she 
could think of nothing else. When he left, something in 
her brain shut off. An instinct told her she needed time 
to think, to recover. She became busy with hundreds of 
chores. She visited girl friends and baby sat. She went 
alone to movies and when she had seen them all, when 
there was nothing to do or no one to see, when it was 
night and she was alone with only the TV playing 
endlessly, she drank. She drank heavily and many 
mornings awoke to find herself still on the couch, 
clothed, with the television hissing a pale blue screen 
in the corner. Her head would ache and her stomach was 
sour and she took long showers and plenty of aspirin.

And she dreaded becoming a secret drinker, a furtive 
alcoholic.

She would sit for hours, smoking, drinking, longing for 
Rod and wanting so much to talk with him. Then, thinking 
of what happened, she dreaded the idea of Rod coming 
back to her; she was not the same person he had left.

She sipped steadily on her coffee and inhaled the fumes 
of the scotch and willed herself to think of what had 
happened and try to understand it and the way that she 
felt.

Lee, restless the first night, insisted they go out. He 
had money and wanted to see the town. They had gone out 
for drinks and dinner and Lee had grown funnier and more 
charming as the night went on. Driving in the car, Gail 
had said, "Where to now?"

"Nirvana, Babe."

"Huh?"

"A little action."

"Gee, I don't know. I don't go out much now that Rod's 
away. I've been out of it. How about a movie?"

Lee slumped down in his seat and made a face. "How about 
a taffy pull or a night class in wax casting? Come on, 
Babe, you can do better than that."

Gail smiled at her brother who looked so bored. "Okay, 
what do you want to do?"

"A nightclub. One of those topless-bottomless joints. A 
real sleazy dive with lots of broads around and guys 
trying to make time."

Gail raised her eyebrows. "Somehow I don't think I'm the 
person to ask about that. Besides, you're only nineteen. 
You couldn't get in."

Lee pointed a finger at her and made a popping sound 
with his mouth. "I gotta phoney I.D."

"Isn't that against the law?

"Sure, if you're dumb enough to get caught. Look, who's 
going to say my I.D. is phoney? I left my real one back 
at your place. Where's a strip joint?"

"I don't know if I should go to such a place?"

"Ever seen one?"

"No."

"Then don't knock it if you don't know about it. Aren't 
you at all curious?"

Gail smiled despite herself. It was almost as if he 
could read her thoughts. In fact, she was very curious 
in what really went on in what she and Rod called "The 
topless pits." Since Rod had been in Vietnam, she had 
abstained from sex, feeling a great yearning and 
loneliness yet feeling that it was all worth it. When 
her man came home, he would come to her bed and it all 
would be just beautiful. 

Now, Lee had tickled her curiosity and she felt this was 
a perfect time to satisfy it: she couldn't go with girl 
friends because it would look funny, like they were 
trying to "get picked up." She certainly couldn't go 
with another man and square it with her conscience. But 
she could go with Lee. He was not just another man, he 
was her brother. She could, when in a teasing mood, tell 
Rod she had been in a topless bar and feel no guilt, 
because Lee had been along.

The delicious sense of doing something wrong, a child-
like fit of giggles came over her. "I know where a lot 
of those places are."

"Take me there, you improper bitch!" Lee said, clowning 
and waving an arm.

They were in a gay mood full of nonsense when they 
entered a club, THE PUSSYCAT PARLOR. Gail found herself, 
once inside, in pitch blackness. She blinked and held 
her hand out. Lee, thoroughly accustomed to such dark, 
led her along through the tables. There was a bright 
stage light at the far end of the dark bar and Gail knew 
that would be where the "action" was. She didn't look at 
it; half out of excitement and half out of her footing 
as they weaved toward the light.

They were seated at a ringside table by a girl in a 
lowcut blouse showing plenty of cleavage. When Gail sat 
down she saw that the girl was wearing black tights and 
panties that were cut so as to ride high up on her hip. 
The girl smiled invitingly at Lee and took their order. 
Music was blaring from a jukebox and Gail caught a 
movement out of the corner of her eye. A girl, young, 
attractive, with long hair and an Indian headband across 
her forehead, mounted the stage. She was dressed in a 
simple miniskirt and she smiled down at them, her body 
already beginning to sway and move to the rock beat.

Very simply, with a smile that was relaxed and a little 
lewd, she pulled the dress up over her head and Gail 
gasped. The girl was naked, save for her sandals and 
headband!

Gail knew she had a good body, but this girl was really 
good. She was tall, willowy, with a long waist and full 
firm hips. Her long tapering thighs came down to dimpled 
knees and long calves ending in incredibly thin ankles. 
Her breasts were high and huge and jutting out, away 
from each other and ended in taut nipples like two dark 
bullets. Her stomach was flat and her buttocks, seen in 
the mirrors behind her were two full smooth cheeks with 
a deep crevice dividing them.

Gail's astonished eyes took her all in and finally 
centered, hopelessly fascinated, by the V of soft 
curling pubic hair that formed where her deep thighs met 
her torso. Her mound of Venus jutted out ever so 
enticingly, only to serve notice as to the hidden 
delights of the warm inviting vagina hidden up between 
her thighs.

Hands on her hips, the girl gyrated in time to the 
building music, looking down at Lee and Gail and slowly 
licking her lips as her hips rotated. As the music grew 
wilder, the girl began shaking her shoulders, making her 
breasts quiver in a lascivious way and her hands slid 
down to cup around her groin, to feel the air as if she 
were caressing an invisible penis and to jut her hips 
out in a lewd invitation. Gail's mouth fell open as she 
looked up at the girl dancing and saw the swelling lips 
of her vagina beginning to ever-so-slightly part as she 
danced on.

My God, Gail thought, she's getting herself really 
aroused!

She had never seen a woman do this before in private, 
let alone in public. The music became more frantic, 
louder, and the girl became more abandoned in her 
dancing, doing deep bends and leaning over and wiggling 
her buttocks invitingly, her breasts moving in a 
tantalizing way. It dawned on Gail that the girl was 
actually dancing a sex act -- the woman's half of the 
sex act -- right in front of everyone. The music grew 
wilder. and the girl's hair lashed around as she threw 
her head back and spread her legs, a look of ecstasy on 
her face as her hips undulated and she spread her legs 
wider and Gail could clearly see the narrow glistening 
slit of her naked cunt.

Everyone could see. Gail's head was going around as she 
watched, not even conscious that their drinks had been 
served and that she was gulping at it. Her heart was 
pounding and every nerve in her body, so long quiet, was 
now hammering at her being. The natural thought came 
into her mind: what must it be like to do that?

And the answer, with a force and fury that amazed her, 
told her it would be exciting. The girl in front of 
them, totally naked, her eyes half closed, her mouth 
open and her lips wet, her body writhing, moving 
sensuously to the wild music, was obviously enjoying 
every minute of it.

The music stopped and the girl forced herself to stop 
too. She pulled her dress on, breathing hard, looking 
down at Lee with a strange searching look on her face. 
Gail looked at him and saw that lopsided little 
enigmatic grin on his face. Still looking at him, the 
girl slipped off behind a partition.

"Wow, she was all right. You like that? You sure know 
how to pick the places, Babe," Lee said, flicking his 
fingers to order another round of drinks.

Gail put one hand to her face, shielding it from the 
rest of the bar. "I've never seen anything like that 
before in my whole life. I never dreamed! She didn't 
have anything on!"

"That's right. Groovy. Nothing like getting down to the 
old nitty-gritty."

"Is that legal? I mean, supposing the police raid this 
place?"

Lee's expression of disgust came again. "Sister, I gotta 
say this. You are square. Don't you know what's been 
happening? Where have you been since you left home? The 
law can't do a thing. Their hands are tied. It had 
something to do with the Supreme Court. They can't touch 
an operation like this. It's art, baby!"

They were served their drinks and Gail gulped again. She 
was still astounded and excited. She felt the urge to 
squirm against the hot throbbing and moistness she felt 
down between her legs. The sheer brazen audacity of it 
all numbed her except for a strangely rising sexual 
response that she couldn't control.

And her younger brother, sitting across from her with 
that inscrutable sardonic smile, watching her with those 
cold attentive eyes. Lee, so wild and unpredictable, so 
young and so handsome. Lee, toying with his drink and 
grinning. "Let's go home."

Gail caught her breath and looked around. "We just got 
here."

"I wanna go. I wanna talk to you."

The tone of his voice had sent a warning bell ringing in 
her mind. But the alcohol, the dancing girl, her own 
thwarted desire over-rode the sound. He was after all, 
her brother. "Okay."

In the car again, they drove saying little, Gail driving 
with Lee staring moodily out the passenger side window. 
Back in the apartment, Lee sprawled on the couch and 
looked up at his sister, that ironic smile coming back. 
"What do you like?"

Gail was genuinely puzzled. "What do I like?"

"Yeah, what turns you on in bed? What kind of sex do you 
like?"

Gail was visibly jarred by the question and she had 
skipped a beat before laughing and saying, with a wave 
of the hand, "Oh, lots of things. Want a drink?"

Lee got up. "No, I got something better." He went to the 
closet and got out his sleeping bag. Not looking at her, 
he asked, "Ever make it with more than one guy? Ever try 
a threesome?"

Gail felt her body tingle. "What?"

Lee appeared a bit weary. "ever ball two guys at the 
same time?"

Gail again visibly reacted as the image of Rod, herself, 
and a faceless man whipped into her mind. It was so 
exciting and depraved, she couldn't allow herself to 
think about it. "I ... I don't think that's any of your 
business," she said, turning to the bar Rod had built 
before leaving and pouring herself a drink.

"Okay," Lee said, ambling back to the couch with some 
cigarette papers in his hand and a little pouch dangling 
from one finger.

"What's that?" Gail asked, her voice full of suspicion.

"Grass," Lee said casually.

Gail set her drink down firmly on the bar. "No," she 
said in a firm tight voice. All of a sudden, she was 
feeling a dislike for her brother.

Lee grinned at her as he measured out the green dried 
weeds. "Come on. Mean to say you've never tried it?"

"No." Gail stood in front of him. "Lee, I won't have 
that kind of stuff in my house."

"Huh?"

"I mean it and I'm ashamed of you, doing a thing like 
that. Shame on you."

Lee looked at her for a minute before bursting out in 
incredulous laughter. "You really mean it. You're not 
putting me on? You really mean it, this is no put-on?"

"Yes."

"Well that sure puts a tail on the dog. You've never 
tried this?"

"No, and I don't want to."

"Rod has."

Again, his calmness, his laughing face, and his ability 
to change pace threw her. "How do you know?"

Again, Lee laughed. "Hell, he's in Vietnam."

Gail's face clouded. It was true, there had been 
articles in the papers about pot smoking among the 
troops. "You're only guessing," she said defiantly.

He shook his head. "I know Rod."

"That's no reason for me to try it," she said, walking 
back to her drink.

"There's every reason in the world for you to try it."

Again, Gail was puzzled by her brother. "What do you 
mean by that?"

Now, looking back, Gail could see that was the wrong 
question to ask. Had she insisted he get rid of the 
stuff, the ensuing argument might never have happened 
and the whole evening might have been different.

Lee had answered her question, had talked long about 
"grass" and had played on her doubts and fears, 
gradually boxing her in until Gail, feeling she was 
insane, feeling that she was doing something sinful and 
depraved, agreed to take "just one puff". She did it, 
holding her breath as long as she could, then exhaled. 
"I don't feel a thing."

Lee had smiled secretly. "Wait," was all he would say.

Having taken one puff and felt nothing, it didn't seem 
so terribly dangerous to take another. And a third. 
Fourth. She took so many puffs, she lost track of how 
many drags she had. In fact, she seemed to have lost 
track of time itself. There was so much she suddenly 
couldn't account for. They were sitting on the floor 
with drinks in front of them and music was playing on 
the radio and had been playing for a long time. She was 
smoking a cigarette and watching, with a glazed 
absorption, the thick gray smoke curling up in the air. 
It seemed that she had been watching the smoke all 
night.

"I have."

Lee's quiet voice made her jump. She tried to focus on 
him. "What?" she asked, her voice thick and slurring.

"I've balled two chicks at the same time."

"What?" Gail said stupidly, feeling a wave of lewd 
curiosity come over her.

"Yeah," Lee went on, smiling. "Two girls. Met them in a 
commune I visited and they liked that sort of thing."

"Really? That's terrible," Gail said with a little 
giggle.

"What are you laughing for if it's terrible?"

"I don't know. I feel so... funny."

"Yeah." Leaning over, he began stroking the back of her 
arm. Despite herself, she let him do it. It felt so 
good, sending a tingling sensation all through her body.

"What did you do?" She couldn't help asking the question 
as she bit her lip in anticipation.

Lee kept on stroking her arm, running his fingers up to 
her shoulder. "I balled them. We fucked."

The word "Fucked," hung in the air and Gail felt an 
involuntary tingle down between her legs as she heard 
the word. Her legs were crossed and she wondered hazily 
if he could see up her dress to her panties.

Looking down at her drink, she asked, "And ... what did 
... they, the girls, do?"

"They took turns fucking me and then went down on each 
other while I watched." His other hand began stroking 
one of her knees, pushing her skirt back.

Gail's heart was pounding and her mouth was dry. Her 
mind was imagining what it must have been like and 
paying no attention to what his hands were doing. 
Besides, it felt good, exciting her and making the idea 
of her own brother in bed with two women all the more 
exciting. It was wrong, it was evil, it was depraved, it 
was carnal, yet it was exciting. She had looked at her 
brother full of dazed, drugged wonder. He had actually 
done such a thing! It was unbelievable. "You're making 
all this up."

Thinking back, reliving every moment of the night with 
her brother, Gail put her head in her hands and wanted 
to cry. If only she had gotten up at that point, or at 
least forced his hands away, it might have been 
different.

Yet, now, she knew it would have been the same. Details 
might have changed, but the end result would be the 
same. Lee had wanted it to happen and, now, only now, 
could Gail, full of despair, admit that she too had 
wanted it to happen.


-= Chapter 2 =-

She had no chance. She was drugged, she had no idea of 
how much she had drunk. Lee was telling her lurid 
details about his night in bed with the two girls, 
describing their bodies and what they did to him in lewd 
detail, and his hands were all over her body.

Lee had said she was too tense. How had he put it?

"You're uptight. Relax." Thinking of his exact words, 
she went back to the night, determined to relive the 
whole thing. He had suggested a massage and she had 
stretched out on the floor on her stomach and felt his 
strong hands kneading the flesh around her neck and 
shoulders. "Oh, that feels so good! she had sighed.

And she let him go on. Her own younger brother had 
unzipped her dress and his fingers gently massaged her 
bare flesh. She had only murmured when he had unclasped 
her bra. She lay quiet, sighing with pleasure as his 
hands caressed her back and she felt an intense pleasure 
that somehow lulled her mind while pleasing her body. 
This was the first time she had felt any physical 
affection since Rod had left and it was so pleasant and 
everything was happening so easily as Lee said, "I can't 
get at your arms and shoulders with this dress in the 
way."

And Gail had actually helped him get it off until she 
was lying with the dress down around her waist, her 
whole back naked, her breasts crushed under her in the 
bra. It was wrong what she was doing, naughty, bad, but 
so very very good. And, after all, she rationalized 
through the marijuana haze, it was her brother.

The music, light and dreamy, was still playing on the 
radio and Gail found herself listening in rapt pleasure 
as she felt his hands working their way down her spinal 
cord, toward her buttocks. Her excitement increased as 
she felt his fingers probing lower and lower, pulling 
down her panties until his fingers were working 
soothingly at the deep crevice between her buttocks. 
Just as she felt she must say something to stop him, he 
returned to her shoulders, gripping them as he leaned 
over and whispered, "That feel good, Sis?"

"Mmmmm," she had murmured and he began all over again. 
She closed her eyes as she felt the fingers on her back. 
They were strong and sure and she liked the feeling and 
a wild thought filtered through her drug dimmed mind ... 
just once, one time in my life, I'd like to be in an 
orgy with other naked people. Just once!

His hands were going lower this time, slowly going over 
her back to tease themselves in the soft yielding 
crevice of her buttocks. His hand was actually under her 
white nylon panties now and just inches from her now 
unprotected anus that suddenly became alive with feeling 
and she was aware of her vagina, pressed into the rug 
underneath her. Her pussy lips were swelling against the 
tightness of the crotch band of her panties and she 
could feel a slowly rising moistness in her vagina. It 
was a warm slippery feeling that excited and tormented 
her and she flexed her inner thigh muscles to relieve 
the lewdly growing sensation.

"You're tense, Sis. Relax and enjoy it." Her brother 
whispered hotly behind her ear. He was bending over her, 
his body close. She could feel the heat of his breath on 
the nape of her neck, sending a prickly sensation down 
her spine to where his hand was now massaging the smooth 
rounded cheeks of her buttocks under her panties.

"Do you think this is right?" she asked, surprised how 
low and sexy her voice had become.

"Does it feel good?" Her younger brother asked, ignoring 
her question.

"Oh, Lee, it feels great, but ... should we be doing 
this?"

The boy laughed and shifted behind her, taking his hand 
away.

"Okay, now just relax. Don't move, Sis," he said in a 
soft, hypnotic voice. "Just let your mind drift and 
enjoy the feeling."

It seemed forever before she felt his hands on her 
ankles, massaging them and moving them around. He pulled 
off her shoes and began massaging her feet as his voice 
continued in a low singsong way, "Just relax, total 
relaxation. All muscles relaxed, just relax and feel 
good, just relax nice and easy, relax." He went on 
talking with a hypnotic tone as Gail felt his hands 
moving up her legs, moving over her calves and on up to 
the knee and to her thighs! Gail felt her vagina swell 
again as she felt him pushing the hem of her dress up 
and massage her soft inner thighs in strong young hands.

With an ease that surprised her, he spread her legs 
gently apart and the band of her panties tightened up 
between her thighs and she felt one lip of her vagina 
slip free and the elastic legband of her panties were 
tight on her clitoris and so aroused and excited her she 
had to fight against the temptation to move her buttocks 
beneath his teasing fingers.

Her mouth was open, parted, and her eyes closed as she 
felt his fingers lightly teasing the insides of her 
thighs. She still had her stockings on but, in another 
few inches, he would be above the stockings and touching 
her bare flesh. Could he see up under her dress? Was he 
looking now and seeing where she was staining her 
panties wet from so much excitement? Could she stand 
much more of this teasing? What, she wondered, was she 
doing? She had never felt like this before. What did Lee 
think he was going to do to her, his own sister. Was it 
really possible?

He spread her legs wider, forcing them apart with his 
strong hands. Then, taking his hands away, she felt him 
slowly push her skirt up around her waist. It caught 
under her and pulled the crotch band of the soft nylon 
panties excruciatingly tighter between her open thighs. 
Now the band slipped, bit, deeper into her cunt slit 
and, as he bunched the dress around her waist, she felt 
the band slide into the deep crevice between her 
buttocks.

God, she thought, I'm so exposed and hot! I must look 
like one of those awful girls to him!

The thought seemed to explode in her mind and her 
buttocks in sudden, abject surrender writhed, grinding 
down into the rug as she let out a little moan of 
helpless delight and felt the panties slipping back and 
forth over her now distended and throbbing clitoris. 
Behind her, she heard the rustle of her brother's shirt 
and from his movements, she knew he was taking his 
clothes off.

Lee had looked down at his married sister with a 
lopsided, triumphant little smile on his face. There she 
was, her dress bunched up around her waist, her bra 
undone and her back naked, her legs wide apart, her 
stockings, garter belt, and panties still on, and she 
was undulating and grinding her buttocks around, lifting 
them slightly and flexing her muscles. The panties bit 
deep into the crevice of her buttocks, exposing the 
white, rounded cheeks of her ass that quivered and 
hollowed as she writhed hotly in her drug induced 
excitement.

"That's it, do that more," he whispered as he crouched 
naked over her.

The prickly surface of the rug excited her all the more 
and she moaned, "Oh, God, Lee. We shouldn't be doing 
this. No, not at allllllll."

"Doesn't it feel good?" he asked in a smutty whisper.

"Ohhhhhhh," she said as she ground down on the rug with 
her groin, thrilling to the feelings that were pulsing 
through her body. It was wrong what she was doing, very 
wrong and the 'wrongness' of it excited her more than 
she had ever been before.

Lee was lying next to her now and her body stiffened and 
tensed as she felt his hard young cock pressing against 
her side. Her own brother's cock pressing against her! 
And it felt so hard and huge and evil! Before she could 
react or say anything, his hand was once again on her 
buttocks. This time he was bold and brazen, pushing 
their soft quivering roundness down hard into the floor 
and imitating her lewd grinding movement. "Oh God, Lee, 
don't, please don't," she whispered, pleading, her voice 
shaking in helpless fear of what her sub-conscious mind 
knew was about to happen.

He paid no attention to her, only continuing his teasing 
grinding motion until she felt her hips voluntarily 
responding. She couldn't help herself any longer. All 
thoughts of her husband and morality drifted from her 
mind and she moaned in helpless surrender, her eyes 
still closed as she rolled limply over on her back and 
lay with her legs spread invitingly apart and one arm 
over her eyes. She heard herself hiss out the words and, 
as she said them, she felt as though obscene magical 
flames, flames of sweetness and heat and desire were 
licking hungrily at her cunt. "You can do anything you 
want to me!"

Lee grinned again in triumph and propped himself on one 
elbow and looked down at his older sister. Damn, he 
thought, she is built. Jesus, what a hot little body! 
Wonder if her husband fucks her shitless when he's home?

He stared at her trembling body, his grin loose and 
depraved. Lying on her back, she was naked to the waist 
and her breasts were full and beautiful, like two snow 
white ripe melons with little shadows under each one. 
Her nipples were small and pointed and hard, revealing 
her excitement. The breasts were so perfectly round and 
formed and set off by her incredibly thin waist. Her rib 
cage jutted out in a tantalizing way and his fingers 
itched to hold her by the ribs and lick and bite her 
nipples. With a cold-blooded lewdness, he took his time, 
drinking in all her beauty and savoring it.

Her eyes closed, her mind whirling in drugged surrender, 
Gail was relishing her feelings of lewdness and 
brazenness. She had never been so hot before in her 
life, had never felt so lascivious and evil before. And 
... with her own little brother! Languidly, her body 
tingling with lewd delight, she shifted her hips, 
tilting her pelvis up so that the crotchband of her 
panties pressed deeper and rubbed harder into her now 
passion-drenched vaginal slit. An insane idea was in her 
mind and the more she thought of it, the more she liked 
it. She felt as if her open cunt were boiling in a 
cauldron. She had to get satisfaction. Being lewd had 
only served to flame her desires. A mad little smile 
played around her lips as she still kept her arm over 
her eyes. "Treat me," she whispered, thrilled by the 
lewdness of what she was going to say, "Treat me like 
you did those girls. Just like you had picked me up 
tonight in a bar."

"You'd like that, huh?" Lee breathed in her ear.

"Yes!"

"Want me to do everything to you?"

"Yes!"

"Tell me you want me to fuck you, Sis."

Gail took a deep breath and hissed out the words. "I 
want you to fuck me!" The obscene words coming from her 
own lips thrilled her and she felt his hand close over 
her cunt still covered by the wetness of her panties and 
a spasm of pure lust swept through her.

Lee was going to take his savage good time with her. 
Something, an evil desire, swept through him. When he 
got through with his newly married young sister, she 
would really know what it's like to get the life fucked 
out of her. She was his now for as long as he wanted to 
enjoy her.

He looked at her flat stomach as smooth as silk and at 
her panties barely covering her desire-flooded pussy. 
The band between her legs was now a thin slit, revealing 
her soft, curling pubic hair and one swollen lip of her 
vagina. By tilting his head ever so slightly, he could 
see just a slit of her vaginal wall, red and glistening 
with excitement. In a few minutes, he would have her 
naked and spreading her cunt wide for his pleasure. He 
was going to treat her like a whore, bring her down to 
her true level and show her what she was really like. A 
twisted grin was on his face. This, to him, was what it 
was all about, breaking down women's egos until they 
begged to be fucked and groveled at his feet and pleaded 
for more. Once aroused, women were all alike. And he 
loved it.

Roughly, saying, "Okay, I'm going to give it to you," he 
pulled at her dress bunched around her waist and his 
sister flexed her knees and lifted her hips free of the 
floor as he pulled the dress off and threw it across the 
room. "Like a whore!" he said in a hoarse voice, the 
words thrilling her. "Like a God damned whore!"

And she moaned with delight as he bent over her, his 
thumbs under her white silky panties as he pulled them 
down. She jumped with delight as she felt the electric 
shock of his wet tongue on her stomach as he pulled her 
panties lower, revealing the soft resilient triangle of 
her pubic hair.

Lee pulled the panties over her rounded hips and down to 
her ankles where she kicked them off. Then, her eyes 
smoky with passion, she bent her knees again and slowly, 
lewdly, with her younger brother breathlessly watching, 
she spread her legs wide.

Lee looked with a lust making his face hard. Her cunt 
was now naked and, with a thumb and forefinger, he 
slowly spread the hair-lined lips of her pussy wide 
while she moaned and ground her buttocks salaciously 
down into the rug, the softness of it just tickling her 
exposed anus. Lee looked at her cunt spread wide, red 
and moist, ready for him to do anything he wanted. 
Bending closer, he flicked the tip of his tongue over 
her clitoris and Gail reacted violently. 
"Aggggggghhhhhaaaaaa!"

Her arm was flung away from her face and she looked to 
see Lee's face poised expectantly between her thighs and 
she pushed her hips up and saw his tongue flick out 
again and she felt the soft hot wetness lick at her cunt 
and clitoris and she felt she was going to explode with 
desire. He was on his knees, his back and tight bare 
buttocks facing her. She touched his thighs and he 
turned his hips so that she could see, with an audible 
gasp, his erect penis.

It was so big! Bigger than even her husband's and she 
had thought that Rod's had been huge! Big and thick and 
swelling with a lustful excitement, the foreskin pulling 
back to reveal the smooth rubbery head. As she watched, 
half frightened yet aroused by the maddening white-hot 
thrusts of his tongue into her willing and begging cunt, 
Lee began squirming along the rug, that huge cock moving 
closer and closer to her head and face and, with another 
gasp, her mouth!

With a deft movement, he swung one leg over her head and 
was straddling her face upside down, still licking at 
her cunt. She moaned aloud as he slowly sunk his tongue 
into her excitedly throbbing pussy and wiggled it 
around. She closed her eyes and rolled her head around 
as she felt the first deep stirrings of an orgasm come 
rushing on. No one had ever done such a thing to her 
before and she had never even dreamed of the searing 
exquisite pleasure of such a thing.

She opened her eyes to see his huge cock looming in 
front of her face. She felt like she was in a cave, a 
cave made of human flesh and nowhere for her to turn. 
And, as she watched, Lee lowered his hips so that the 
head of his cock brushed rubberlike against her lips.

This was something she had never done with Rod even 
though he had hinted at it. The thought of it had always 
repulsed her. Now, with her own brother's tongue sliding 
in and out and all over her cunt, teasing her, driving 
her on, pleasing her and building the momentum for an 
orgasm, she didn't know how she felt. He was treating 
her like one of those awful girls he had told her about 
and she felt a lewd thrill. The tip of her tongue licked 
slowly over the thick head of his cock and she smiled 
with the thrill and knowledge of power over him as she 
saw his cock jerk tighter in front of her face.

As if answering her in kind, Lee looped his arms around 
her thighs and pulled her legs wide apart and buried his 
face deeper in her defenselessly spread cunt, his tongue 
darting in and out and wiggling against the soft 
glistening walls of her vagina.

Gail was galvanized, twisted, searing inside, into a 
lewd response. She arched her back and tilted up her 
pelvis and felt, with a little moan of joy, his finger 
probing for her anus. Her head thrown back, her hands up 
before her face, she seized his throbbing prick in her 
fingers and opened her mouth wide. With a slow thrust of 
his hips, Lee shoved his cock into the warm moisture of 
his married sister's mouth and Gail felt it hot and hard 
on her lips. Her mouth was open wide, her lips fitting 
tightly around the massive mushroom head, her tongue 
twirling and tasting a drop of his cum on the very tip 
and liking it.

With a malicious sweet slowness, Lee took his mouth from 
her open convulsive cunt and began fucking up and down 
into her tightly locked lips, enjoying the sensual 
feeling of having her helpless under him. Whenever he 
thrust down, Gail's lipstick rimmed lips would go white 
and roll in as she held tight and tried not to choke. As 
he pulled out, her lips would balloon out as she sucked 
with all her might and fought to keep his swelling prick 
in her mouth.

Lee pumped up and down with a slow lewdness, his hips 
moving as he looked down at her cunt in front of his 
face, her thighs held wide apart and watched her 
undulate and writhe in a silent begging for him to lick 
her more. That crooked cruel grin split his face 
savagely as he began to increase the tempo and strength 
of his thrusts, thinking, for a wild moment, he would 
just cum in her mouth and leave her own body hot and 
helpless. With a snarl, he changed his mind. Gail had 
always been the "good one" in the family and tonight he 
was going to show her just how "good" she really was.

He rolled off her with Gail scrambling, clutching for 
his cock like a demented animal deprived of its dinner. 
He gave her a straight arm and knocked her over on her 
back where he leaped on top of her. The impact of his 
strong young body caused her eyes to blink and lose 
focus as she felt the aching pain spread through her rib 
cage and lungs as her breath left her body. He seized 
her arms by the wrists and forced them back up over her 
head, making her breasts thrust up tantalizingly.

With his knees, he forced her legs apart and stuck his 
cock down along the open slit of her cunt. Gail, with a 
dreamy smile, eyes closed, squeezed her thighs closed 
around his lust-hardened young cock and felt it big and 
hard and throbbing in the soft flesh between her thighs 
and felt her wet cunt slipping over the side of his 
shaft and she worked her pelvis, rubbing up and down the 
rock hard shaft, teasing and exciting herself.

She suddenly felt a pagan atavistic thrill: she was 
alive and almost being fucked by her own brother; more 
than that, more than the lusty lewd thrill of doing 
something wrong, committing infidelity, she was doing 
something that all of society, from time immemorial, had 
condemned. She was doing something that everyone 
secretly wished and desired and feared! She grinned up 
at her brother's face hovering over her with the guilty 
knowledge that they were being carnal in the most sinful 
way. Incest! The very thought of the word made her feel 
as if the floor reeled and rolled under them and it 
seemed as if a roaring fire were in her groin and she 
twisted and writhed her naked body licentiously around 
under her brother. She was panting excitedly now as she 
spread her legs as wide as they would go and undulated 
her hips up, feeling her cunt slip and slide up and down 
the full length of his virile young cock.

But Lee wasn't ready to fuck her yet; he had more in 
store for her. She was not yet animal enough to satisfy 
his sadistic ego. When he was through with her, she 
would never forget this night, she would never be the 
same. He grinned triumphantly. Few men wanted to realize 
how lewd women really are and how easy it was to get 
them into a state where they acted like, and became, 
complete whores. The more you made them feel like 
depraved sluts, the better they liked it. And it was all 
so ridiculously easy if only one had the guts to do it.

Slowly, he forced her wrists together so that he could 
hold them with one hand. His other hand freed, he pried 
it under her back, arching it even more, her large 
lovely breasts spilling upward and now in front of her 
face. He let his tongue lick. and tease around the 
distended nipples of her breasts while she breathlessly 
watched. She tilted her head forward and he slid her 
wrists underneath so that they made a knuckled pillow 
and her face was tilted even closer, her chin rubbing 
against the soft resilient flesh of her breasts.

She watched in mesmerized lust, her eyes clouded and out 
of focus as he sucked and bit a nipple just a few inches 
from her face. She moaned, her mouth open as she felt 
streaks of searing pleasure course through her body and 
explode in the depths of her belly. Her orgasm seemed 
like a cauldron churning, bubbling, soaring upward, 
filling her until she thought she would burst. With his 
chin (she could feel the stubble of his beard scratching 
her sensitive flesh) he tilted the nipple even closer to 
her mouth. Incest! The word seemed to hiss through the 
air as her hips undulated and her cunt convulsed and 
twitched against the shaft of his rigid cock. It was not 
enough to fuck and suck her own brother, it was not 
enough to act depraved, she must love her own body, 
raise her pagan lust by exciting herself even more in 
front of him. The insidious delight of further 
perverting herself seized her in iron talons. She would 
do anything and everything he demanded and she hoped he 
would demand that she do everything.

Closing her eyes, an expression of utter lust coming 
over her face, changing her into a wanton bitch ramming 
and groveling-for more pleasure, her tongue slid slowly 
out of her open mouth and slowly licked her own nipple.

"That's it, Sis!" Lee gasped, "Suck it!"

He pulled his hand free while Gail, her hips still 
pumping enticingly, let her hands stay under her head 
while Lee cupped her large breast in his free hand and 
gently pushed her wildly distended nipple into her open 
mouth. Gail's wet lips closed over her nipple in a 
babylike sucking motion while Lee tilted his head and 
nibbled on her other nipple while watching her blissful 
expression as she mewled and writhed under him. Shifting 
his hips, he placed the head of his cock on the lips of 
her vagina and she strained upward and outward, eager to 
have him fuck her.

With a sudden savage thrust of his hips, he rammed the 
head of his prick through the thin covering of soft 
curling pubic hair and on into her cunt with a quick wet 
slurping sound, stretching the warm wet walls tight and 
round and Gail opened her mouth and let out a low moan 
of pure pleasure as she felt the walls of her vagina 
being stretched to the point of pain, a pain that was 
oddly pleasing and exciting.

Then, just as suddenly, he was withdrawing, pulling out 
and leaping to his feet, jerking her to her feet by one 
arm. Nothing was said as he dragged her through the 
apartment, the only sound being the two of them panting 
as they stumbled into the bedroom and he spun her around 
and threw her sprawling on her husband's and her bed 
where she lay on her back, her legs spread wide, the 
slit of her cunt wide and glistening in the midst of the 
soft sparse pubic hair between her thighs.

Lee was kneeling on the floor, tearing at his backpack 
and sleeping bag, drawing out lengths of rope he used 
when camping. Crouching over the foot of the bed, his 
teeth bared as he breathed hard, he looped the rope 
around one ankle and passed the rope under the bed. 
Bringing it up on the other side, he lashed the end 
around her other ankle then pulled the rope tight, 
dragging her legs helplessly wide apart while his sister 
winced and moaned under the pain of having her legs 
split so wide apart and tied down. Looping the rope, he 
crawled up the bed and bound her wrists to the upper 
posts so that she lay helpless, tied in a spread eagle 
position while her younger brother kneeled between her 
legs, his face twisted in passion.

With a guttural snarl, he fell on her and plunged his 
virile young cock deep into her wide-open cunt and Gail 
screamed as loud as she could while Lee attacked her 
brutally, fucking her helplessly bound body with all his 
might. Gail thought she was going to pass out as he tore 
at her vagina, banging the blunt head of his prick 
cruelly against her cervix. She thought she would go mad 
from the pain and rendering until she felt her orgasm 
coming again, mingling with the pain, becoming the pain, 
the pain becoming a wild irresistible pleasure that 
mounted until she felt the top of her head was going to 
burst off. "Fuck me!" she gasped, "Fuck me, fuck it, 
fuck me, Leeeeeee!"

Their naked flesh smacking together in a lewd sensuous 
sexual dance, glistening with sweat, bucking, grappling, 
undulating and slapping together with Gail moving as 
much as the cruel biting ropes would allow, Lee gasped, 
"I'm not through with you yet, you hot, married little 
bitch!"

"Aaaaagggggghhhhhaaaaaaaaa!" The grinding moan seemed to 
come from her very soul as her body twisted up in 
catatonic pleasure. In a superhuman effort, she lifted 
the two of them off the bed, only her head and heels 
touching as she was held tense, her inner thigh muscles 
quivering crazily in the throes of her orgasm. She came 
again and again, twitching, convulsive, her mouth open 
and her eyes showing white as her body twitched and 
trembled from head to foot. "Oh God, Leeeeee ... I ... 
I'mmmmm c ... c ... cummmmning!"

And her body collapsed under him, her bones turning to 
warm butter as she felt his cock still ramming into her 
cunt that was still spastically spurting, the tightly 
clenching little lips seeming to grip the shaft of his 
prick in a hotly locked death squeeze.

With a snarl, Lee pulled free and crawled up her bound 
body, straddling his knees on either side of her full 
rounded breasts and seizing her head in his hands and 
pulling it up and forward. His fingers were entwined in 
her hair and Gail's eyes went wide as she realized what 
he was going to do, the wetly glistening head of his 
cock looming in front of her face. "Lee!" she blurted, 
"No! No, n ... oooooo! Cum in my cunt, darling ... cum 
in my cunt ...!"

But her voice was instantly cut off as he shoved his 
huge cock in her mouth, choking her as she tasted the 
heat and wetness of her own vaginal juice. The cock 
fucked in and out of her mouth with a lubricated ease, 
growing in size with his excitement. Despite her pain, 
Gail felt herself growing excited again as her younger 
brother increased the rhythm of his strokes, his hips 
pumping his cock in and out until he threw his head back 
and bellowed as his prick swelled in her mouth, filling 
it completely. Then ... she felt hot sperm spurt from 
his cock and hit the back of her throat and she 
swallowed as he came again and again, filling her mouth 
and ballooning her cheeks out as she swallowed to keep 
from choking. She swallowed the warm slippery liquid 
again and again as she felt his body slowly relaxing, 
listing to one side, his hands becoming limp and falling 
from her head as he moaned in wild, satiated delight.

With a newborn lewdness twisting her hips, she sucked on 
his deflating cock with all her might, determined, in a 
lubricious way, to suck him completely dry. She could 
feel his loins trembling in fine spasms as he fell from 
her, his cock slithering from her lips, a thin rubbery 
strand spilling out to lie glistening on her breast as 
he fell heavily to lie next to her.

She lay trapped, naked and lewd in her marijuana 
inspired lust, her hips pumping as she writhed against 
her bonds, wanting to fuck more, wanting to fuck the 
night away. "Lee!" she gasped, looking at him wildly, 
hungrily.

Lee propped on one elbow and grinned at her. "Hot again, 
huh? Want to get fucked some more?" "Lee!" she hissed 
between clenched teeth as she heaved and twisted her 
buttocks.

"Let me hear you say it, married sister!" he said 
maliciously.

Gail closed her eyes and her head thrashed back and 
forth to blot out the thought of her husband, Rod. "Fuck 
me, fuck me more!" she said, her voice hard and low.

Lee got up and stared blearily around the room. "Must be 
something here." He stumbled from the room into the 
bathroom while Gail raised her head and wondered what he 
was doing, crashing around in the bathroom.

The answer was in front of her in a moment. He came from 
the bathroom slowly, that same old sardonic smile 
playing on his lips. He had something in his hand, 
concealed behind his body.

He brought it slowly into view. It was a hairbrush! Her 
very own hairbrush with a large thick handle. "This'll 
do," he said, getting on the bed and kneeling between 
her wide-split legs, "Until I decide to fuck you again."

With a moan, Gail let her head fall back, her mouth 
open, tensing her legs and flexing her knees as much as 
she could as she rolled her buttocks under and thrust 
her cunt open for her brother to do whatever he wished.


-= Chapter 3 =-

Sitting alone in her kitchen, her eyes despairing and 
vacant, Gail drained her cup of coffee and liquor and 
put her face in her hands and sobbed.

The utter animalistic way she had behaved, the sheer joy 
with which she had taken to depravity, the lust she felt 
searing through her body, had been undeniable. She had 
loved every lewd second of it. Had she stopped there, 
she might have had some feeble excuse. She had been 
drunk and drugged. There was no doubt in her mind that 
Lee had taken an inhuman and unholy advantage of her. 
Nor was there any doubt in her mind that Lee, her 
brother, was some kind of satanic monster, that he was 
close to madness, that he would someday do something for 
which society would kill him. There was no stopping the 
demonic impulses that drove him to such reckless acts. 
Nor did he seem to feel any remorse or guilt afterward.

Just the opposite was true. His excesses only led him to 
wilder fantasies. He seemed to have Gail hypnotized. She 
could not resist him. And that was the real horror, for 
she realized, with a growing revulsion and sense of 
doom, that he was her brother, her own flesh and blood 
and she was like him! She loved the revolting things he 
made her do, she gloried in them!

They had fucked the night away until, with trembling 
fingers weak from so many orgasms, he had untied her and 
she had collapsed into a deep exhausted sleep.

A jarring pain had pulled her back to consciousness. It 
was morning and hard sunlight streaming in through the 
windows made her eyeballs ache and Lee was on top of her 
again, his erect young cock again pushing into her 
sperm-flooded cunt. She didn't believe her body could 
ache so in every bone and her cunt felt raw and sore. 
"Lee," she moaned, "Please, please, no, not now."

But her feeble pleas were lost as he began to fuck her 
brutally and she could feel her body greedily responding 
to it. Above her, Lee held her close and whispered in 
her ear. "Ever been fucked like that?"

The evil pleasure of hearing him talk to her like that 
only added to her growing excitement. "No!"

"Rod ever that good?"

She hesitated, her body stiffening as she thought of her 
husband. Oh God, she loved him!

"Rod got a cock like mine?" Lee persisted, fucking her 
harder.

She fought against answering. She would do anything he 
wanted except deny Rod! She fought, her teeth clenched 
as she felt her hips beginning to pump back and she 
wished to be tied down again and have him do whatever he 
wanted. "Answer me!" he demanded harshly, grinding his 
cock head deep up against her cervix.

She winced with the pain and her lips parted. "N ... 
no!"

"No what?" he grated.

"No, not like you." She said it with a sigh, the lewd 
admittance and betrayal exciting her all the more. God, 
she thought, I'm going to cum again! He's going to fuck 
me to death!

"Has he got a cock like mine?" Lee demanded, crushing 
her in his arms as he forced his hand down the length of 
her back and his fingers found the deep crack between 
her round buttocks and his forefinger pressed against 
the tight puckered entrance of her anus.

"Ahhhhhh!" a sigh of pure pleasure and depravity came 
from deep within her as she felt the finger press as his 
cock sawed in and out of her again, passion-wet cunt.

"Answer me!

"No. No!" And something inside of her grew, an orgasm as 
she hungrily kissed his open mouth and ran her tongue 
slipping around his lips. "Nobody has got a cock like 
yours!" she gasped, wild with desire.

"Not even Rod?"

"No, you're better!"

"Better than Rod?"

"Bigger and better and fuck me, fuck me, Lee!" And he 
had, the two of them having another orgasm and falling 
into exhausted sleep to wake when it was dark out.

 ***

Sitting at the kitchen table, remembering it all and 
feeling a mixture of hate and remembered excitement, her 
vaginal walls wet with desire and her mind full of self 
loathing, blinded by tears, Gail staggered to her feet 
and blindly felt for the bottle, pouring and spilling 
the liquor on the counter top and finally, in a 
desperate attempt to numb herself from the sickening 
thoughts and remembered images, she drank from the 
bottle, tilting her head back, some of the drink 
spilling and snaking down her cheek and throat as she 
choked and pulled the bottle away and gasped for breath.

"Oh God!" she choked as she put the bottle down and 
covered her mouth with her hand and slid along the 
counter top until she came to the sink where she retched 
over an over again.

She found her way to the bedroom where she fell on the 
unmade bed. She lay there thinking how the whole house 
was a mess, how she seemed to be going to the dogs, and 
she thought of killing herself, committing suicide, 
rather than face the fact that she was as depraved as 
her brother, Lee.

Brother? She shook her head. He was more than a brother, 
he was her lover. She loved the way he had treated her 
and knew if he should come back, if he should be alone 
with her ever again, she would find herself helpless 
before his insane and vile will, that she would do 
anything he asked.

There seemed no way out of it. The thought of facing Rod 
again, of putting her arms around him and kissing him, 
of getting into bed naked and making love with him after 
what she had done and said, seemed impossible. She had 
betrayed Rod at Lee's command and did so many times 
while he stayed with her.

Lying on the bed, exhausted, Rod's letter crumpled in 
her hand by the force of her misery, she tried to will 
herself to think of all they did together, of all Lee 
had done to her.

She had liked feeling abject and conquered in front of 
him, rising that night and cooking his meal which he 
silently and greedily ate, then, throwing his napkin 
down and getting to his feet, she followed him back to 
the bedroom, clad in nothing but a transparent negligee 
that he had demanded she wear, feeling sexy and 
trembling with anticipation at what he would ask her to 
do. He stood in front of the full length mirror that was 
attached to the bathroom door and looked over his 
shoulder, grinning, his lips thin and cruel. "Come 
here."

She obediently stood in front of the mirror, looking at 
her voluptuous body, her nipples pressing through the 
flimsy material, seeing the soft triangle of pubic hair 
showing. She wasn't drugged and hadn't anything to drink 
now. She was cold sober, rational, and yet, she still 
felt her vaginal lips swelling and the walls of her cunt 
pulsating with a wild wetness. His hard strong hands 
were on her shoulders and he was forcing her down, down 
on her knees and she kneeled in front of him, looking at 
her obedient body in the mirror.

Lee stood with his legs apart. He didn't have to say 
anything; she knew, he was her brother. With trembling 
fingers, she unzipped his fly and fumbled for his 
hardening cock and took it from his pants, excited all 
over again by its size as it swelled in her hand and she 
watched her fingers slowly pull the skin back and saw 
her mouth slowly open and watched, helpless, loving her 
humiliation and degradation, as he slowly pumped his 
hips forward and his cock slid into her mouth and she 
saw her lips grow thin and tight around the thick full 
shaft and felt the delicious taste in her mouth.

His hands entwined in her hair and his breathing was 
becoming excited and his face distorted as they both 
watched, standing in front of the mirror with Gail 
kneeling at his feet, her hands guiding his cock into 
her mouth. "Fingerfuck yourself while I watch!" he 
hissed.

Again, she knew what he wanted and one hand slid down 
over her breasts, down over her slim waist and pulled up 
the hem of her negligee as she shifted on her knees, 
spreading them wide apart and her fingers felt the 
pulsing wet slit of her cunt and she teased and caressed 
her clitoris into a wild swelling that made her pump her 
buttocks lewdly as she sucked on his cock and watched 
herself doing this incredible wild thing in the mirror 
as he sawed in and out of her widely ovaled mouth with 
an increasing depth and tempo and she saw her hand 
moving rhythmically over her own cunt and then, with a 
shivering thrill, plunging one finger into its soft 
wetness up to the knuckle and fingering it back and 
forth in time to his thrusts into her mouth.

Then she forced in another finger as she felt her heat 
and excitement mounting as she urged herself, and Lee, 
on to still another orgasm.

Then, as unpredictable and inexplicable as ever, Lee 
shoved her away with a cruel grimace, stepping back and 
putting his prick back into his pants and zipping them 
up. Gail, on the floor, naked from the waist down, 
looked up at him full of fear and frustrated desire.

He sauntered to his sleeping bag again, grinning at her 
over his shoulder. "Just wanted you in the right mood 
for some more fun," he said, bending over the bag and 
unfolding it and looking. He straightened up with a 
camera in his hand, checking it for focus and film.

Gail had tried to compose herself as she got up off the 
floor and sat on the edge of the bed, brushing her hair 
from her eyes. "What are you going to do?" she asked, 
knowing what he had in his mind and hoping against hope 
he wouldn't say it.

For an answer, Lee snapped in place a flash cube and 
aiming the camera, tripped the shutter and the room 
exploded as if lightning had gone off just as Gail 
folded her arms over her breasts. "Lee! No!" she called, 
blinded by the flash.

He let a low cruel chuckle come from his throat. "Come 
on, now you're getting shy? Get on the bed!" he 
demanded, pointing.

"Lee, don't make me do that," she pleaded, whining, 
finding an odd twisted enjoyment in begging him. She 
felt her desire building again yet she forced herself to 
fight it. "Please, Lee, I'll do anything, else. I've 
done everything you've asked."

"And you loved it," he said scornfully. "Look, Babe, get 
off that high horse you've been on for years. Face it, 
you're just like me."

She couldn't answer him, just looked at him with an 
imploring look, her hands and arms trying to hide her 
abundant charms.

Lee only sneered back at her. "Get on the bed. Lie down. 
You said you wanted me to treat you like those other 
chicks. Come on, lie down," he said in a menacing voice.

She felt her will dwindling. She had done everything 
else she could imagine. Why not this? Why not pose like 
some common whore? Why not debase herself like she had 
heard of girls doing? Why not pose for pictures she had 
heard men got in Tijuana? Her voice was weak and her 
mouth dry as she asked, "W-what are you g-going to do w-
with them?"

Lee wound the film and snorted. "What do you think? I'm 
gonna show them around to my friends. Sell them if 
they're any good."

"Lee!" she implored, her face wild. "You couldn't! I'm 
your sister. I'll do anything you say but please don't 
do this to me. You could ruin me!"

His face like a clenched fist, he leaned forward and 
asked, "How?"

"P-people seeing me." With a helpless wave of the hand, 
she stammered, "I... like that! My God, if they got into 
the wrong hands! Our parents! Rod! My God, do want to 
ruin me? Us?"

Lee looked thoughtful. At the possibility of endangering 
himself, he grew responsive. He drummed his nails on the 
side of the camera. "Okay. Maybe you've got a point. 
But, in return for my not taking any pictures, you've 
got to do exactly what I say."

Gail heaved a sigh of relief and clasped her hands 
together. "Anything, anything you want!"

He swaggered in front of her then put the camera down. 
"That's better. First, we're going to have a few drinks 
and then blow some more grass," He chuckled and pinched 
the nipple on her breast, "All to get you in the right 
frame of mind. Then, you'll put on a dress with nothing 
on underneath and we'll go out."

She tensed again. "Out? Where?"

Lee looked down at her with raised eye-brows. "Where? 
Where else? To a movie, naturally."

"A movie?" she asked, again dumbfounded by his sudden 
change of pace.

"Yeah," he said, stretching languidly. "Coming into town 
I saw a couple of skin flicks were playing at a drive-
in. We can take your car." He left the room, heading for 
the kitchen to pour the drinks, calling back over his 
shoulder. "By the way, you got any bread?"

"Bread?" she asked, wondering why he wanted bread when 
he had just eaten and just rejected several slices she 
had made for him. "There's some toast on the table," she 
called, getting to her feet and wondering what dress 
would please him. She had one miniskirt she was saving 
to wear for Rod. Forlornly, she thought, that's all dead 
now.

A wild peal of laughter came from the kitchen. "Are you 
ever square. I mean money, loot, folding bills."

"Money? Yes, I have some. Why?"

"Good," he called back above ice rattling. "Then you 
pay. The movies will be my treat for being such a nice 
guy."

They drove to the movie in silence, Gail driving with 
extra caution after having had two drinks and smoked 
more of Lee's marijuana. Again, her mind was befuddled 
and, instead of thinking clearly, instead of trying to 
talk to Lee and make him see and understand what he was 
doing to her, instead of talking ration and reason, she 
found herself silent, staring ahead, thinking of what it 
felt like to be naked under her simple miniskirt and how 
it gave her an odd smutty feeling. And then, drug 
induced, her mind reeled back over the obscene things 
she had done with her younger brother and she found 
herself ravenously hungry for more.

Lee, relaxed, slumped in his seat, pulled up her 
miniskirt and smiled down at her bare thighs. They were 
long and rounded and he liked seeing them spread wide 
apart. Gail's hand came slowly down to pull the skirt, 
up around her waist, down. She did it with a firm 
movement, "So near the toll booth. I have to pay."

Lee looked up to see they were only one car away from 
the booth on Gail's side. He laughed and playfully 
flipped the dress back up. "Leave it up. Give the guy in 
the booth a cheap thrill."

Nervous, looking down, Gail drove up to the booth and 
put her purse in her lap and nervously pawed for her 
change purse.

The attendant on duty, a young kid, looked down into the 
car and caught his breath, wetting his lips. The young 
girl in the car was wearing a low cut dress and he could 
see almost to her nipples as she bent over her purse, 
her breasts full and milky white and jiggling as she 
hunted and desperately ticked her teeth and tongue. He 
leaned further out the window and saw her naked thigh 
and, his eyes bugging, her naked hip and a full lovely 
curving outline of her buttock.

Finding the money, Gail thrust several bills at the 
attendant, lying forward to do so, and allowing him to 
see one ripe bullet-shaped nipple a dark red. He leaned 
far out the window, repeating the license number 
silently several times. He and his friends might find 
that worth looking into later on, when he was off duty.

Gail was intent on parking and, when she had shut off 
the ignition and turned out the lights, she turned to 
Lee. "I feel ..." Her thought was left unfinished as she 
looked down and discovered he had his cock out and it 
was erect. It stood in the dark of the car thick and 
obscene and Gail felt a sluttish thrill of the pleasure 
it had driven her to: flights of sheer sexual ecstasy 
she never dreamed existed.

Lee was rough and crude as he lunged at her and kissed 
her on the mouth, forcing her head back and pinning her 
arms to her side as his hand rammed between her legs and 
his fingers roughly probed her vagina. "Lee!" she said, 
twisting her head to one side. "Not here!"

"Why not? Everybody does at a place like this. Nobody 
knows we're brother and sister. That's all in your 
head." Brutally, he forced her head and kissed her 
wantonly on the mouth, his insistent fingers caressing 
her swelling vaginal lips.

Gail let her body go limp and, with a lewd thrill 
running through her body like warm molten plastic, she 
spread her legs wide and slid forward on the seat, 
allowing one of his fingers to slide into her moist 
cunt. Her hands groped for his cock.

Lee pushed her away and grabbed her by the shoulders. 
"Get on top of me," he said in a low tense voice.

Gail looked around. "People will see," she whispered.

"So what?" he growled. "Come on, damn you, I want it."

"How about on the floor or in the back seat?"

"No!" he demanded. "Come on, I want you to ride me."

Brushing the hair out of her eyes, a hateful lubricious 
thrill of captivity again surged in her body and she 
swung around, facing her brother, putting her arms 
around his neck and straddling his lap, a knee on the 
seat on either side of him. She closed her eyes, feeling 
her vagina being spread wide by his fingers. And then, 
with a shiver and a low moan, she felt him rubbing the 
massive head of his cock up and down her wide-spread 
slit. My God, she thought, I'm wet already.

His free hand pulled her dress high up around her waist 
and Gail was naked from the waist down, kneeling on the 
car seat, her lovely full buttocks spread wide, a dimple 
in each cheek. ANYONE CAN WALK BY THE WINDOWS AND SEE 
went wildly through her mind.

And indeed, a couple in a nearby car looked and saw her, 
moving to position herself, her arms around Lee's neck, 
her eyes closed. They turned from the skin flick on the 
screen, which was tedious at the moment, explaining why 
it was going to be exciting later on. If people have the 
choice between seeing a movie and watching the real 
thing, they'll take the real thing every time. The 
couple crowded to one side of the car as they watched 
her bare buttocks and thin waist maneuver themselves in 
place. Then they saw her throw her head back and sigh as 
she slowly sank down on her partner's lap.

Inside the car, they gave out twin moans of pleasure as 
Gail slowly lowered her loins, feeling the hard head of 
his cock spreading her pussy lips open, making her cunt 
bulge out on the sides as she felt his ramrod shaft rise 
inside of her, filling her up. She jerked and sighed as 
he thrust his hips upward, shoving more of his prick 
into her. She felt its passage smooth and lubricated and 
loved the stretched painful feeling that she knew would 
rise to a wild pleasure.

She began to undulate up and down; slowly at first, 
savouring every delicious minute of her movement. She 
felt free and wanton and she slowly gyrated her hips in 
a slow teasing circular motion ending with a sudden 
breathtaking thrust down in which she felt his cock ram 
its full way home and Lee let his head fall back as he 
moaned, "Do it, all the way, all the way, Babe!"

She withdrew slowly, climbing in a squirming motion back 
up the length of his prick, using her thigh muscles and 
groin to make her cunt lips squeeze, slip, and contract 
all round his throbbing cock.

With his hands, he began pushing her skirt up. Gail 
couldn't care; the ride, the undulating up-and-down 
motion was a sexual roller-coaster she was on and she 
felt a lewd and overwhelming orgasm building in her 
loins. "I'm going to cummmmm," she crooned.

Her hips began moving like they were on stainless steel 
springs as she looked down and, in the dark, could see 
the thick glistening shaft of his cock disappearing 
between her legs, stabbing into her cunt. Lee had pulled 
the dress up so that her back was completely bare now 
and the couple in the next car began caressing one 
another and necking as they watched her gyrations grow 
more frenetic and abandoned.

Lee was forcing her arms up now, her breasts hanging 
free and ripe. They were swollen with desire as he put 
one nipple in his mouth and sucked while Gail, eyes 
shut, moaned and tossed her head from side to side. She 
was indifferent to anything around her. The only thing 
that mattered was her brother's virile young cock 
fucking in and out of her cunt and her orgasm which was 
on the verge of exploding inside of her. With wild 
unseeing eyes, she took in the car that pulled up next 
to them, full of teenage boys. It was the booth 
attendant with his young friends.

"They're loooooking," she whispered, "They're watching, 
and I'm cummmmminnnnng!"

Six teenagers with the attendant craned their heads and 
watched, their young cocks growing hard in their pants 
as they saw the woman naked, flinging off her dress over 
her head and saw her with her head thrown back, her back 
arched, her hands around her partner's head as she 
fucked and writhed up and down, faster and faster, her 
heavy full breasts thrust out and upward, jiggling and 
undulating in her frenzy and, through two panes of 
glass, they saw and heard her cry of passion as she 
tensed and shook all over. They watched, breathing hard, 
as they saw her collapse and saw the man struggling 
brutally to get her off his lap. She disappeared from 
sight, falling over on the driver's seat and, for a 
moment, they couldn't see anything but the looming 
figure of the man.

"Shit!" one of them said. Then as they watched, they saw 
one of her legs thrown over the back seat then the 
other, placed by the man, up on the dashboard and they 
saw the man fall on her with a wild force. "Jesus, he's 
fucking her now!" one said.

"Yeah, let's get out and see."

"Look at him go!"

"Yeah, maybe we can get some of that pussy too!"

"Yeah! A gang-bang!"

"I can't see too much."

"Look at him fuck. He's going to fuck the life out of 
that broad!"

"I can't see too much. Let's get out."

The words sprung them all into action. They got out full 
of giggles and whispered warnings to be careful and 
quiet. They crowded around the windows of the car, much 
to the annoyance of the couple in the other car, and 
peeked in.

They saw Gail naked and wanton, her head hanging off the 
front seat, her huge, rounded breasts cupped in her 
hands as her finger tips teased her distended nipples 
while her legs were thrown wide apart and up high. Lee 
had her by the hips and was sawing his thick long cock 
in and out of her with a savage abandon. He saw the dark 
heads bobbing outside the car and grinned like a wolf as 
he fucked his sister harder and harder.

Gail, her body being battered into a corner, her breasts 
lurching and jiggling with every heavy cruel thrust, got 
sight of the bulging eyes looking down at her and wished 
-- wildly, insanely that they would all get in the car 
and fuck her into unconsciousness.

Then, Lee came with a wild roar, pumping his hot young 
sperm deep up into her hotly clasping cunt, filling her 
up with a wild desire that boomed into another orgasm 
for her, shaking her body in a continual earthquake and 
making her feel weak and near fainting from such searing 
pleasure.

They lay limp, breathing hard until Lee roused himself 
and pulled up into a sitting position. Instantly, the 
boys retreated to their car. They sat, horny and 
frustrated, talking among themselves, trying to work up 
enough courage for one of them to go over and talk.

Gail pulled herself up, full of fatigue and sudden 
shame. Hastily, she, groped for her dress and pulled it 
on over her head, staring straight ahead at the screen. 
With a moan, she closed her eyes. On the screen two 
naked women were on a bed, a blonde and a brunette and 
they were caressing one another with their eyes closed. 
She had completely forgotten they had gone to skin 
flicks, hadn't even looked at the screen once.

She jerked erect, catching her breath as she heard a 
tapping on the window on the passenger side, next to 
Lee. She looked to see a boy crouching next to the car. 
To her amazement, Lee casually rolled the window down 
and said, "What do you want?"

The boy, the attendant, shoved his head in the window 
and leered at Gail, his greedy young eyes mentally 
undressing her. Then he grinned at Lee. "No offense, 
man, but, like, we saw you and," with a smirk he nodded 
at Gail, "Her."

"So?" Lee seemed so unconcerned.

"Well, you know." The attendant looked at Gail again, 
his smile slack and his lips wet. "Like, if it's all 
right, you know, how about letting us have a little?"

"What?" Lee laughed. "You and your friends?"

The attendant looked a little sheepish. "Well, yeah. I 
mean, it looked so good."

Lee shifted to look at Gail for a long moment. His face 
was in a cruel composure and he seemed mildly amused. 
Then he turned to the attendant again. "You want to fuck 
her?"

"Do I? Oh, man."

"And your friends?"

"Yeah. Why not?"

Lee looked back at Gail and tapped his fingers on his 
lips. "Why not?"

"I got a friend in a camper a few rows back. We could 
use that." The attendant was all action, grinning and 
hurrying away to make plans.

Gail looked at the carfull of leering kids on her left 
and, without a word or hesitation, she started the car 
and backed out, the tires screeching. She drove fast and 
recklessly out of the lot, her brother lurching from 
side to side and yelling, "Hey, take it easy. What the 
hell are you doing? Watch it, for Christ's sake!"

Gail went roaring out of the lot, down the road kicking 
up dust and swerved onto the highway, barely missing an 
oncoming car which swerved as its horn wailed in the 
night. She whipped down the highway then swerved to the 
curb and slammed on the brakes so hard Lee was thrown up 
against the windshield.

She turned on him fiercely, her eyes shining in the 
dark. "Now you get this straight! I'll do anything you 
want, anything you say just so long as it is done with 
you. I'll act like a whore, a dirty slut, do you hear 
me, if you want me to, but I will not, I repeat, I WILL 
NOT DO THAT FOR ANYONE ELSE! Is that clear?"

Before Lee could react or answer, she went on, her voice 
rising, "And another thing. I'll do any filthy thing you 
want, but ROD WILL NEVER KNOW! If he ever finds out, if 
you should ever even so much as drop a hint, so help me 
God, I'LL KILL YOU! Is that clear?"

Dumbly he nodded then let out a low laugh. "Well, big 
sister is finally liberated."

Gail looked to check the traffic then snapped her head 
back to him. "Don't talk to me!"

They drove back to the apartment in utter silence, the 
two of them staring ahead and not looking at each other 
as they entered the apartment. Gail went directly to her 
room, slamming the door, leaving it unlocked as a 
gesture of defiance. She stripped quickly, took a long 
hot shower then toweled her body until it felt good and 
clean and dressed in a cotton nightgown, she stood by 
her bed and clicked out the light.

And listened.

No sound came from the living room except low music from 
the radio. She saw light coming in under the door and 
got into bed softly, closed her eyes and wished for 
sleep. Later, she was making a conscious effort to will 
herself to sleep. Then she prayed for sleep.

Then she lay staring up at the ceiling. Gail was going 
through those long night hours when there is no one to 
turn to. Her anguish and shame tore at her soul for long 
hours with only the clock ticking beside her, acting as 
a metronome to her agony.

Far into the night, the low music played on in the 
living room, punctuated only by Gail's sighs and mumbled 
commercials on the radio. A restlessness enveloped her. 
She sat up and squinted at the clock. It was two o'clock 
in the morning. She lay back, resigned. If HE should 
come through the door, she could not stop him. She was 
exhausted, red-eyed, yet she could imagine fucking him 
one more time.

The endless music and silence in the next room piqued 
her curiosity. She slipped out of bed, tiptoed to the 
door and opened it a crack. She could see Lee lying on 
his stomach on the couch, sound asleep.

It is part of Gail's character, part of the goodness in 
her that made her suddenly relax and step into the room 
as she had for so many years when they lived at home and 
she had stepped into his room, clucked her tongue and 
proceeded to clean up after her wild young brother. She 
clicked off the radio, went to a closet and got down a 
blanket and tenderly draped it over him, pausing to see 
that he had an angelic smile on his face.

She couldn't help smiling, remembering him when he was 
the angel of the family, when he was her wild laughing 
kid brother, when she used to tease him and love him so. 
And now, her face twisting, she realized the love was 
now a secret obscene thing; an attraction that she 
loathed and loved, gloatingly, greedily, both at once 
and at the same time. The more disgusted with herself 
she became, the more excited was her mind and her body.

Kneeling beside him, thinking of what they had done at 
the drive-in and what Lee had wanted her to do with all 
those other boys, Gail grimaced as she fought against 
the rising tide of her lust. Twisting her hips, she 
could feel the slippery moistness in her vagina and 
wildly she thought of undressing him, licking and 
sucking his prick while he was asleep and of what could 
have happened had she gone to the trailer, the camper? 
What would it have been like, she wondered, her hand 
stealing under her cotton nightgown and stroking the 
insides of her thighs as she looked down at his face. 
Could I do that, she wondered. Could I go in there, be 
naked with them? Cocks all around. Do whatever they 
want? Could I? She straightened up and shook her head 
and turned out the light.

She stood for a minute, listening to his deep regular 
breathing in the darkness, thinking: Could I? What would 
it be like? Could I? Still, it wouldn't be so different. 
No. I can't think like that!

She fled the room almost as if chased by some ghostly 
watchdog. She huddled in her bed, curling up and 
shivering. The thought of those six boys excited her and 
she tried not to admit it. She fell into a deep troubled 
sleep murmuring "No," and "Never," over and over.


-= Chapter 4 =-

Seven more days until Rod came home. Then it was six. 
Then five. And four. Three, two one. And she was wide 
awake, opening the drapes in the bedroom to allow the 
first rays of morning sunshine in and, today, Rod would 
finally be home.

The time had passed so fast and Gail had tried to cut 
down on her nightly drinking but found it impossible. To 
compensate, she became maniacal about cleaning the house 
and having everything neat and in its place. She made 
endless trips to the Laundromat and spent hours 
scrubbing and polishing the floor. She sat, drinking, 
planning the home coming meal in her mind with endless 
changes. She polished what silver they had for three 
nights running. And tried to decide what she would do.

And, now, she stood in her nightgown, rubbing her eyes 
and looking at the morning sun over the city. In the 
year since Rod had seen her, she had changed. Her face 
was somehow older with the beginnings of hard lines on 
her cheeks and an odd look in her eyes. It seemed sad at 
times. Other times it seemed to smoke with a repressed 
emotion. A kind of masochistic smile on her lips when 
she looked that way.

And Rod had changed. Driving to the airport, she didn't 
know what to expect. Rather, she imagined they would see 
one another and rush into each other's arms. Or, she 
would see him and rush at him, that old feeling for him 
real when she was in his presence. Somehow, it wasn't at 
all like that. She had stood in the airport lobby, 
listening to the great whoosh of incoming planes and the 
rising, screaming whine of the great jets taking off and 
absently glanced around and saw him, Rod, standing 
looking at each other.

They walked towards each other slowly, each intent on 
the other, each knowing that the other had changed. They 
walked toward each other like people who had dated once 
years before. Gail's smile was warm and friendly. "Hi.".

Rod stood looking down at her. His face was older, 
harder, thinner. Also, he seemed taller. "Hi."

"You've lost weight," she said.

"So have you." And, for the first time, he smiled, 
crow's feet appearing at the corners of his eyes.

"Welcome home, Rod."

"Good to be home, darling."

"Are you all right?"

"Of course I am," he scoffed. "How about yourself?

"I'm fine now that you're here."

"Same here." He stepped forward to take her in his arms.

"Rod?" And her hand shot up, stopping him.

"What?" he asked, squinting.

Gail hesitated, opened her mouth, closed it and, as 
glimmers of tears danced in her eyes, she said, "I love 
you."

"And I love you, honey," he said as he took her in his 
arms and kissed her.

"Rod?"

"Yes?" he murmured, fighting for her lips.

"I need you!"

Rod gave a satisfied little laugh and hugged her tight. 
"And I need you too. Boy, did I miss you!"

"I mean I really need you!" she sobbed.

"Okay. I'll never go away again."

"Promise?

"Promise."

They left the terminal arm-in-arm laughing. Rod drove 
home with Gail snuggled close beside him, trying not to 
think of what she had done in the car.

Rod insisted on carrying her into the apartment and put 
her down, taking off his tie and coat. "Wow. I don't 
believe it. Fix me a drink after a nice long kiss."

She had stepped into his arms and felt his kiss and 
sensed his lack of ardor. Something, a little 
indefinable something told her that all was not right. 
Fearful that she might, in some way, some reserve, give 
away the all consuming lust she had had for her brother, 
she rubbed her hips against him and brushed her thighs 
back and forth.

Now, it was he, who pulled away. Her first numbing fear 
was that, in some way, he knew about her and his 
brother-in-law. If Lee had told him! She stood frozen by 
fear, waiting for the scalding word to come out of his 
mouth. Incest!

Instead, he waved a hand and said, "I'm sorry, it's me. 
Look, a lot has happened and it was a long flight and 
I'm dead on my feet. How about that drink?"

She exploded in relief. "Of course! How would you like 
it? On the rocks with a little soda?" That was the way 
he used to like his drink.

Rod looked thoughtful. "Better make that neat."

"Neat?" She looked at him questioningly.

He nodded. "Neat."

He looked so different to her standing in the middle of 
the room with his hands on his hips. Thinner, yes, but 
changed around the eyes and mouth. Even his attitude was 
different. She smiled and spun from him, saying, "One 
neat scotch coming up." In the kitchen, she poured 
herself a drink that was pretty generous. To cover up, 
she poured more scotch in his glass.

They sat on the couch together, holding hands, eagerly 
telling each other any and all big news they had. Rod 
said he was on leave for a month then only had to report 
back for processing on his discharge.

"Will you be going back to your old job? Have you 
written the advertising agency?"

Rod looked down at the floor, took a big drink, then let 
his head flop back on the couch. "No, I haven't."

"Are you going to call them?"

Rod looked vague. "No, I'm not."

"Why?" Gail bit her lip.

"Well," he gave a little laugh, "I don't think I want to 
be in advertising any more."

They both took quick drinks and Gail took their glasses 
to the kitchen and poured bigger drinks. Sitting next to 
him, she looked at his face and knew he was troubled, 
that he had come to some new understanding of himself. 
Having gone through the problem with horrendous 
consequences, she was sympathetic. Could she, for a few 
moments, forget her own deep problems?. "What do you 
want to do, then?" she finally asked.

He shrugged. "That's it. I don't know." He gave a little 
laugh. "I don't have the slightest idea what I want to 
do."

"Maybe you want to go back to school?" she asked 
hopefully.

He made a face and took a deep drink. "Nuts. All those 
long hairs running around and rioting and mouthing off 
about a lot of causes they don't even understand." Rod 
was up on his feet and it seemed like he was letting out 
some of what was bothering him so Gail sat quiet as he 
talked on. "I'm too old for that crap. Listen, to them, 
it's all a game. They're over here and bad mouthing and 
thinking they've got the problems of the world licked 
and they don't even know what it's all about."

He was striding about the room, drinking, staring off, 
shooting glances her way while he talked on. "There they 
are and there I am. There I am in my little chopper, 
taking off, doing it from the manual, doing just like in 
training only I'm not in training, I'm in Vietnam and my 
chopper is loaded down with wounded men. Men blown half 
apart by land mines and men with their faces blown off 
by booby traps and kids bleeding, their life blood 
spilling out of them."

He paused for a moment, drained his glass then went on. 
"Sometimes I was so loaded I had stretcher cases lashed 
to my landing pontoons. Sometimes I had such a load of 
wounded, I couldn't get too much altitude and I'd have 
to fly between the hills and I'd look out at those guys 
and see them looking at me with those eyes and sometimes 
those bastards up in the hills would fire on us."

He paused and Gail got up to take his glass. "Honey, I'm 
so sorry."

Rod raked a hand through his hair and scoffed. "I'm 
sorry. Doing a job like that day in and day out can warp 
your perspective."

Gail shuddered. "I'll bet. You've seen too much 
suffering."

Rod gave a harsh laugh as he followed her out to the 
kitchen and stood watching as she mixed the drinks. 
"It's more than just that. It's the whole God damn 
country. Corruption everywhere. In the towns, it's all 
black market, whores, and dope."

Gail looked at him. "Really?"

"The whole place is miserable. There isn't one decent 
person in that whole stinking country. Sometimes, I just 
wished I could put it all down and walk away from it. 
Just say the hell with it."

"What did you do to keep from going crazy?"

Rod took his drink, took a big swig then tilted his 
glass in a little ironic toast. "Well, booze, for one 
thing."

Gail cocked her head. "For one thing?"

Rod looked at her seriously. "Yes. Pot, for another. 
Don't look so shocked or upset. Everybody over there 
smokes it. The stuff grows wild all over the place. 
Everybody does it. And with good cause. Keeps you from 
going nuts and busting the place up."

"I ... didn't know," Gail said, wondering if she should 
tell him she had smoked it, wondering if she should tell 
him anything about Lee having been there. "You never 
wrote me about it."

"It's something you don't write home about." With a 
shrug, he grabbed the bottle and walked back into the 
living room, sprawling on the couch and saying, "Let's 
have some music or television or something."

Gail followed him. Her mind was a mixture of emotions 
and conflicting thoughts. She had hoped he would be calm 
and strong and take charge of their life and be someone 
she could lean on; someone she could love and trust and 
perhaps, someday, confide in and tell all of what was 
burning in her soul and groin. She needed to tell 
someone what she was going through and that someone had 
been Rod. Now, here he was; restless, disillusioned, 
bitter, drinking, unsure.

The fact that he had confessed he had smoked pot in 
Vietnam had a double effect: first, a relief in that he 
had done it too; a way, in fact, of admitting she had 
done it with Lee and a way of opening up the subject. 
Yet, at the same time, there was the realization that, 
if he had smoked pot, he had felt the way she had and he 
could have found it easy to find willing girls.

"And what else did you do?" she asked, sitting next to 
him and beginning to feel the blissful relief and 
relaxation from the booze.

Rod looked mystified. "What else did I do?"

"To keep from going crazy."

"Over there? Oh, the usual. Crap games, card games. I 
told you about the boozing. Movies, when we could get 
them. And the dope," he added, waving the bottle a 
little drunkenly.

"And what else?"

He looked at her owlishly. "What do you mean, what 
else?"

Gail tried to look coy. "No women?"

Rod gave a humorless laugh. "Naw."

"Come on, you can tell me."

"Say," he said, pausing to drink, "What kind of guy do 
you think I am?"

"Like every other husband far away from home and lonely, 
and upset," Gail said with an expansive and tolerating 
wave of the hand.

"No, not me," Rod answered, looking down at his glass.

"I hear those Vietnamese girls are pretty cute. I've 
seen them on the news. Some of them are knockouts," she 
said, teasing, moving closer and letting her hand stroke 
his thigh.

"Yeah, some of them are, but those aren't the bar girls. 
You can't get near those girls."

"Yeah, but I bet you didn't have any difficulty getting 
near those bar girls."

"No," he said, shaking his head. "Oh, a couple of times 
we fooled around. Couple of the guys used to make out, 
but I never did more than buy them a couple of drinks."

Gail threw her hand to her mouth and laughed. "I bet. 
Come on, Rod, I love you. Are we going to have secrets 
from one an other?" she asked, amazed at her own 
excitement and lack of guilt. A wild thrill ran through 
her. She felt like Lee. It was a lewd thrill that made 
her lean forward, her lips wet and parted, her eyes half 
closed, her breast brushing against his shoulder as she 
whispered, "Come on, tell me about it."

Rod burst away from her, getting to his feet. "All 
right," he said, waving his glass. "So I did. Just once. 
That's all. I was drunk and lonely and hadn't heard from 
you for a long while and I met this girl and went and 
did it."

"I wrote you every day," she said, a little defiantly. 
Even though it appeased her conscience a little to know 
that he too had been unfaithful, it hurt her pride and 
she felt a pang of jealousy creep into her being.

"The mail was held up lots of times and I'd get a whole 
lot of letters at once," he alibied. "Anyway, that's no 
excuse. Honey, forgive me. Try to understand. She meant 
nothing to me and I was lonely and I didn't even enjoy 
it."

Triumph, a lewd and wicked kind of triumph came over 
her. With a lewd smile, she knew she had him. She got up 
off the couch, put down her drink and walked to the 
bedroom door. Turning to him, she began to languidly 
unbutton the front of her dress. "Was she any good?" she 
asked in a low voice.

Rod, still standing in the center of the room, watched 
her with narrowing eyes. "No, just a girl."

"A prostitute?" she asked, slipping one snowy shoulder 
free and revealing she was wearing a black half-bra that 
barely caught and contained a rounded and billowing 
breast.

He drank from his glass, watching her with greedy eyes 
over the rim. "Yeah, she was a prostitute." She slipped 
her other shoulder free and stood with the dress falling 
past her tight slim waist and catching on her 
beautifully rounded hips. "What did she look like?" she 
murmured.

He grinned sheepishly. "Oh, all right. Say, what are we 
talking about her for?"

Slowly, provocatively, she shifted her weight from hip 
to hip and Rod felt his cock give a jerk as he saw the 
red of one nipple working its way loose from her bra and 
the dress slipped lower on her hips, revealing she was 
wearing a scarlet garter belt. "Was she good looking?" 
she persisted.

He was now looking at her body, at her inviting, bare 
midriff that undulated as she moved her hips in time to 
the music. "I already told you," he said, finding his 
mouth suddenly dry.

With a slow, shimmying movement, the dress slithered to 
the floor and she stood in stockings, high heels, black 
bikini panties, red garter belt and a flimsy half bra 
that her heavy ripe melon-breasts were bouncing out of. 
"Did she look as sexy as me?" she asked, her voice low.

Rod gulped at his drink, draining it and standing 
looking at her loveliness. Her long tapering legs seemed 
to curve all the more as she raised one and bent the 
knee across her body, seeming to hide her private 
loveliness but only exposing one taut cheek of her 
buttocks as the panties rode up into the deep crevice. 
With an enticing look, she whispered, "Why don't we go 
in here and talk about it?"

Slowly, she turned, revealing the full impact of her 
pert buttocks half naked and alluring, and walked into 
the darkness of their bedroom. Without a word, Rod 
watched her go, watched the rhythmic rise and fall of 
the naked cheeks of her buttocks. Hastily, he poured 
himself another drink and gulped it down and followed 
her into the bedroom.

He found her on the bed, on her back. Her huge breasts 
had flowed out of the bra, her nipples red and 
distended. Her breasts seemed higher, jutting upward 
with the help of the bra and she lay with one leg bent 
and across her body. Slowly, she straightened the leg 
and spread both of them. He was standing at the foot of 
the bed, looking at her body, his eyes zeroing in on her 
crotch where he could plainly see the imprint of her 
vagina on the tight black band and several tiny curling 
strands of her pubic hair sticking out. And, as he 
watched, wiping the back of his hand across his mouth, 
she let her hips undulate ever so little.

With a cry, he was on the bed and crashing on top of 
her, fully clothed, his mouth on hers and his hands 
running up and down her body. He was shocked and 
surprised with the intensity and abandon of her 
response. She ground her hips up against him and her 
hands pawed at his clothing, trying to get it off him 
while her open mouth kissed him and her hot tongue ran 
wild in his mouth.

They writhed together, as he felt her hip bones jutting 
up and his hands ran wild over her body, rudely grabbing 
her breasts, her buttocks, then, with a guttural cry, 
cupping his hand over her cunt and feeling it hot and 
swollen and moist under the panties. He rolled off her 
and was surprised how quickly she sprang to help him out 
of his clothes. Stripped to his shorts, his cock bulging 
beneath them, it was Gail who fought his hands away and 
forced him to lie back while she pulled them down, his 
cock flopping into sight and waving erect.

She threw his shorts on the floor then propped herself 
above him on her arms, smiling down at him. 
Tantalizingly, she let her breasts skim over his chest, 
her nipples being prickled by his chest hair. "Was she 
good to you?" she asked in a whisper.

Passionate, drunk, he was bewildered.

"Was who good to what?"

"The girl, the prostitute," she said with a smutty 
smile. "What did she do to you?" As an incentive to 
answer, she lowered her body until her hot silky stomach 
was just touching his cock. She rocked slowly back and 
forth and then up and down, applying just enough 
pressure to tease him and roll the foreskin back. Rod 
groaned. "Oh, wow, it's been so long. What difference 
does it make what she did?"

"None," she cooed. "But I want to hear what she did to 
you?" she asked, putting her stockinged knee between his 
legs and forcing them apart. Slowly, she let her weight 
come down on him, her breasts bulging in front of his 
face.

"The usual," he said, running his hands down her back 
and snapping her bra loose and letting his hands go on 
down to where they touched the top of her panties. 
Slowly, he tugged them downward as she lifted her hips 
to allow him to do so.

"And what's the usual?"

"You know."

"No, I don't. Tell me."

"You know."

"Tell me!"

"They ... they did what most of the girls do."

"What's that?" she asked with smokey eyes, feeling her 
excitement mount. It was almost as good as being with 
Lee. She would get him to tell her what the girl had 
done to him and she would, in a kind of subjugation, do 
the same to him.

"Well, they sort of make love to the guy."

"How?"

He closed his eyes. He was being driven mad by her 
writhing body. Half drunk, having confessed to sex he 
thought: what the hell. "They sort of put. Well, they 
used their mouths."

"Ohhhhhhh." It was a low exclamation of understanding 
and pleasure that came from his wife. Slowly, she began 
slipping down the length of his body, her mouth licking, 
kissing, biting. She paused to nibble at his chest, 
sending a crude feeling of lust scorching through his 
groin. She made a wet trail across his stomach, pausing 
to probe her tongue into his navel, then slip on down 
to, with a jerk, and a moan, he felt the hot wet tip of 
her tongue flick across the end of his cock. He raised 
his head with a dazed expression and saw her over his 
cock, her mouth open, her tongue out, her eyes closed 
and her face radiant with lust. While he watched, he saw 
her wet her lips with her tongue and slowly open her 
mouth wide and take his cock in her mouth where he felt 
a rubbery wet softness. Slowly, her lips taut as a 
rubber band, she began to bob her head up and down.

His head fell back and he let out a moan as he felt her 
begin to expertly suck as her mouth and tongue moved 
over his rockhard shaft. It had been awhile since he had 
had a woman and his body writhed convulsively and he 
fought against a lewd pumping of his hips which he knew 
from experience would heighten the feeling yet wasn't 
something he should do with his own wife.

His wife!

The thought hit him like a thunderbolt. Here she was, 
acting like a Vietnamese whore, asking him what they did 
and then doing it! Somehow, it wasn't right. Yet, it 
felt so good and it was fun. But, with Gail? Sweet, 
innocent young Gail?

The thought that his pent-up passion was getting out of 
hand and he would, like she was some common whore, shoot 
off in her mouth, suddenly become appallingly real. 
Frantically, he tore out her head, pulling her away with 
all his strength.

Gail got her breath and brushed the hair out of her 
eyes, whispering softly, "What's the matter, darling?"

"Nothing. Just getting kind of excited, that's all," he 
said, gasping.

She squeezed his cock with her hand and said, "Isn't 
that the whole idea?"

"Yeah, but I might cum!"

She tilted her head and looked down at him with a 
strange lewd smile. "So?"

"Well ... it's not right."

She pursed her lips and smiled mockingly. "Not right? 
Whatdid you do with that girl? Didn't you cum in her 
mouth?"

At her use of the word, "cum," he stiffened. She never 
used to talk like that. She had changed. As he 
remembered, she was always responsive, but shy and 
passive. Drunkly he tried to remember if she had ever 
gone down on him before. But, his lust couldn't be 
denied.

"Well," she asked again, "Didn't you cum in their 
mouths? Didn't you like that?"

"Yeah," he admitted, "But that was different."

"How? Did they do something that I don't do?

"No! I didn't mean that. I mean it was different. That 
was her job."

"And this one," she said, squeezing his cock again, "Is 
my job."

She bent her head again and he felt her hot wet mouth 
close over the mushrooming head of his cock and felt her 
warm slippery tongue slide around with the tip licking 
over the entrance to his prick, trying to tantalize the 
hot male juice out. He moaned with delight but couldn't 
let his wife behave in this way. He reached down and 
tried to lift her head with both his hands.

Gail responded by locking her arms around his widespread 
thighs and sucking with all her might, her head bobbing 
as fast as she could.

"Gail!" he gasped, "Stop it, stop it, God damn it!"

They fought, with Rod pulling her hair until he was 
afraid it would rip loose, then trying to wedge his hand 
down to push her face away. His fingers felt the diamond 
hard erection and her lips swooping down and touching 
his fingers. His shaft was wet and a low lewd thrill ran 
through him as he felt her lips slip down and suck on 
the tips of his fingers. One of her hands coming from 
under his muscular thighs, seized his fingers and guided 
them and encouraged them to grip the shaft of his cock 
and, with a lewd moan, he grabbed it and pulled the 
foreskin further back, feeling her lips and tongue 
exploring new contours of his prick. With a greedy lust, 
he stroked the skin back and forth as he groaned and 
moaned with pleasure while below, his wife increased the 
rhythm of her sucking.

With a shock, he felt her forefinger probing the tight 
crevice of his buttocks, teasing in to find his tiny 
puckered anus. Nothing but the most depraved Vietnamese 
women ever did that! He had heard about it but never had 
anyone do it to him. Now, at home, his wife's forefinger 
was flicking back and forth, sending shivers up and down 
his spine as she sucked with a wild abandon on his cock!

He was going wild, nearing a monster orgasm. It was not 
right to do a thing like that with your wife, he told 
himself and he fought with a renewed effort, using all 
his strength, not caring if he hurt her or not, only 
concerned with stopping what they were doing. They 
tossed back and forth and he fought, trying to pull out 
from under her and, as he did, he felt her finger pop 
into his anus and he gave a yell. Despite himself, 
despite all his struggling, he found his hips pumping in 
rhythm to her sucking and he writhed and pumped and, 
with a desperate effort, rolled over so that she was 
under him.

The lewdness of their pose sent rockets exploding in his 
skull. He was on top of her, his cock still in her 
mouth, her arms still locked around his thighs. With a 
wild hoarse cry, he began fucking her in the mouth as 
though it were another cunt. He couldn't help it, it 
felt so good and the whole thing was better than any 
Saturday night whore he had ever heard of. Her finger 
was slipping deeper into his anus as he thrust in and 
out and he fought with her again, turning over once more 
so that she was on top of him. Then, with a wild cry and 
wild thrust, they twisted and tumbled off the bed and 
fell to the floor where he landed on top of her.

She was sucking harder than ever, holding on to him with 
all her strength and all reserve, all morals were gone 
and abandoned. He was going to fuck the shit out of her. 
He pumped in and out of her mouth with all his might 
while her finger sawed in and out of his anus and her 
lips were like a vacuum stopper around his cock, sucking 
hard.

Now he was fucking into her roundly ovaled mouth 
viciously, pumping in and out with all his might, lewdly 
banging her head down on the floor as he suddenly threw 
back his head and yelled, "Aggghhhhaaa!" and pumped 
white hot sperm deep down into her hungrily! He felt her 
sucking still and looked down to see her cheeks 
ballooning between her legs. He saw his cock swelling 
with each explosion of cum and saw her swallowing hard 
and sucking for still more and, as her finger gyrated in 
his anus, he felt he would never have a sweeter orgasm 
ever and the sight of her greedy sucking sent secondary 
spasms coursing through his body and he came again and 
again, gradually collapsing and falling to one side as 
she turned with him, still sucking his deflating cock. 
Soon, he was flat on his back on the floor, relaxed, his 
eyes closed, feeling her over him, sucking the last bit 
of cum from his soft cock then licking it clean. Then 
she stopped and he felt like falling asleep.

He raised his head and saw her walking quickly from the 
room, her buttocks twitching up and down. Jesus, he 
thought, and I haven't even fucked her yet!

She came back quickly with the bottle and two glasses. 
She knelt beside him, her breasts naked and tempting as 
they quivered, and poured two drinks. "How was that?" 
she asked, handing him a drink.

Rod drained his glass and handed it back, gasping for 
breath. "That ... that was out of sight."

Gail looked pleased and leaned over him, one nipple near 
his mouth. "I'm glad. What else did they do?"

"Who?" he asked, knowing full well what she was talking 
about.

Insinuatingly, she rubbed the nipple across his lips. 
"You know. I'm hot. That was good. I'll do that to you 
again."

Despite his fatigue, he felt a tremor of excitement grow 
in his prick. "What else did they do to make you happy?" 
she asked, persisting.

He looked at her, doubtful. "Aren't you mad or jealous?"

She drank and smiled down at him. From her eyes, he 
could tell she was getting smashed. "No," she said, 
slurring the word. "Oh, a little, but I understand. You 
were far far away from home."

"Yeah," he said with a smirk, taking another drink from 
her. What the hell, he thought, she's excited because 
I'm home. "Some of them were pretty good," he said, 
drinking. He had just about decided they both would get 
drunk and make some more love.

"What did they do?" she asked with her eyes glazed from 
more than booze.

"Oh, the better whorehouses had shows," he said with a 
bragging kind of nonchalance.

"What kind of shows?"

She seemed to be eager to know. It was almost as if 
talking about such things meant as much as the actual 
thing. "Well, strip shows and shows with girls making 
love and shows with girls making love with animals."

"Animals!" she squealed. "I don't believe you!"

"Honest. I saw one girl with a dog and another girl with 
a donkey. Honest. I talked to the girl with the dog and 
she said no man could ever satisfy her again after she 
had a dog. Can you imagine anything so depraved?"

Gail squirmed closer, her hand playing with his prick. 
Against all he wished, he found it growing harder under 
her gentle ministrations. "What kind of a dog was it?"

"Big German Police dog. Belonged to the Saigon police 
department."

"And what did it do to the girl?" she asked 
breathlessly.

"It fucked the life out of her. In her ass," he added 
softly as though an afterthought.

Gail's heavy sigh and strange excited expression was the 
first real sign to him that something was wrong. He 
fought with his alcohol befogged mind. She was never 
this way before. Something had happened. What could be 
the truth dawned on him in a frightening way. Just as he 
had been busy with whores in Vietnam, so she could be 
busy with men back at home!

He started to prop himself up on his knees but his wife 
had gotten up and was standing over him, pulling her 
scanty panties off as he watched. She stood, clad in 
nothing but her high heels, stockings, and garter belt. 
Swaying from drunkenness just a bit, she stepped, 
placing a leg on either side of his head and Rod threw 
his head back and looked up.

The sight inflamed his lust again and he felt his cock 
swelling painfully blood full and erect. She stood above 
him with her hands on her hips, her legs apart and he 
looked up her long legs and could see the glistening 
slit of her cunt buried in her dark pubic hair and the 
tight deep crevice where her plump buttocks met. Slowly, 
as he watched, her hips began to gyrate and her legs 
spread apart. He saw her hands coming down and caressing 
her pubic hair and he saw her forefinger slide its 
lubricated way up and down the length of her cunt and 
she began to slowly spread her legs, kneeling as she did 
so. Above was her slim stomach, now heaving with desire. 
His mesmerized eye traveled on up, up to where he saw 
her great breasts jutting out, almost obscuring her 
face. Between her cleavage, he could see her chin 
tilted, her head thrown back.

His hands began caressing the insides of her calves and 
ran on up to stroke the insides of her thighs and, as he 
watched, he saw her fingers form on the lips of her 
vagina and slowly pull it open and wide. The glistening 
red walls of her cunt were now visible to him. As he 
watched, his cock now ramrod hard again, she began to 
slowly gyrate. The sight was too much for him as he saw 
her cunt twitch and gape, one of her fingers running in 
and coming out wet and her buttocks moved in a rubbery 
way, expanding enough for him to see a glimpse of her 
anus.

He wanted to lick her cunt; something that he had never 
done. Certainly not with the Saigon bar girls. No 
telling what kind of diseases they had. Yet, he couldn't 
bring himself to do it, even as she was bending lower, 
spreading her legs wider while her fingers toyed with 
her throbbing little clitoris and slipped in and out of 
her cunt.

He pushed her away and got to his feet and she fell 
back, her breasts jiggling obscenely. "Do you want me to 
suck you some more?" she asked. Her reaction was 
strange, for he thought he saw a lewd thrill run through 
her body, making her tremble. There was an odd look in 
her eye, like she wished for him to make her suck him 
again.

Grabbing her by the wrist, he pulled her to her feet and 
spun her on the bed where she sprawled and spread her 
legs. She lay there, her arms thrown behind her head, 
her breasts heaving with passion as she rolled her 
buttocks under and started her hips in a long slow 
pumping as if some invisible cock was fucking in and out 
of her.

Rod watched, aroused, as she squeezed her moist cunt 
together between her soft thighs and trembled with lust 
and desire. She writhed and undulated before him, her 
hands coming down to cup her breasts. He crawled on the 
bed, panting, kneeling between her legs and lying on top 
of her, his cock held away from her cunt. He felt her 
long legs wrapping around his body, pulling him in while 
her buttocks squirmed under him, yearning for his prick. 
A wild excitement, spurred on by his drinking and her 
wantonness, made him say, what the hell, might as well 
go all the way. His mouth by her ear, he whispered. 
"There was this girl who showed me something once."

"What!" she whispered back, her voice excited and 
breathy.

"Tell me, I'll do it!"

He pulled away from her and said, "Roll over on your 
stomach." Instantly, she obeyed, lying flat with her 
head averted from him. If he could have seen her face, 
he would have found it glazed with a masochistic kind of 
lust. Instead, Rod found himself gazing at her smooth 
firm buttocks. They were perfect and their sensuous 
symmetry made him stare down at them, fondle them, feel 
their warmth and soft rubbery firmness while Gail moaned 
pleasantly. 

Lewdness had them both caught in its iron grip now as 
Rod thought of steamy drunken nights in Saigon 
whorehouses where anything could be bought for a price 
and Gail closed her eyes and dreamed of Lee and their 
night in the drive-in. Could she have gone back to that 
camper and been gangfucked by all those teenage boys? 
What was it Lee had said? Something about being 
liberated? Yes, she thought, her mind confused and 
boiling with lust, when I give in, I'm free!

"Spread your legs!" Rod whispered hoarsely, feeling his 
cock grow erect and hard against his flat stomach. He 
watched as she obeyed, spreading her legs as far as 
possible while he crawled between them and looked down. 
Her buttocks were spread wide and the deep crevice 
between them widened until he could see the dark spot 
where her anus was. Below that, surrounded by sparsely 
curling pubic hair was her cunt, the lips spread wide so 
he could see the inflamed cherry-red walls all wet and 
inviting. She was crushing her clitoris down on the bed 
sheets and grinding away in a slow lewd movement.

"Get up on your knees!" he commanded, his voice little 
more than a white breath of air. He watched as her 
buttocks rose in the air as she struggled to her knees, 
her legs still spread apart. Muscles and cords stood out 
as she rose obscenely on her knees, her ass held high 
with each cheek spread taut. Her defenseless puckered 
little anus was in full view. Never had Rod seen anyone 
more naked or vulnerable as he saw her cunt with its 
vaginal lips swollen and spread. God, he thought, she 
looks just like a whore! His mouth dry, he said, "Reach 
back and spread your cunt with your hands."

He almost spat the word, "cunt," and he could see a 
visible reaction from Gail. A shudder ran through her 
body and she reached, stretching her arms, around her 
tight young buttocks and felt with her fingertips for 
the lips of her vagina and slowly spread her cunt open 
wide.

With a roar, Rod lunged between her legs, got to his 
knees and seized her hips with his hands, digging his 
fingers deep into her flesh and rammed his cock home as 
she moaned. He drove it as deep as it would go into her, 
feeling her cunt resist for an exquisite lubricated 
moment then plunging on in the full length of his shaft, 
feeling it surrounded by the feeling of warm, living 
honey.

He fucked her with abandon, slamming it into her, 
feeling his balls slap back and forth obscenely and 
seeing her with her head still on the bed, her face 
turned away from him, seeing her head jerk and recoil 
under the impact of his thrusts. Below her, her breasts 
just touched the sheets and they quivered and jiggled as 
he fucked her, her nipples becoming distended and an 
excitement running through her body.

Gail met each of his brutal thrusts by pushing back, 
eager to get every inch of his cock in her. His 
fingernails were digging deeper into her loins with each 
thrust and their pain was part of her humiliation and 
her humiliation was her excitement and pleasure. She 
felt an orgasm building in her and she longed for 
further depravity, for her brother to come back and to 
dominate her and force her to do obscene things.

And as she thought of Lee and what might have happened 
had she gone to that camper with those boys, her orgasm 
surged and welled up. "Oh God, darling, I'm cumming!" 
she panted.

Rod threw his head back in wild abandon, gritting his 
teeth as he fucked as hard as he could and felt another 
orgasm coming on him.

"In the ass!" Gail suddenly screamed, her voice harsh.

"What?"

"In the ass, fuck me in the ass if you want to!" she 
hissed, the words tearing across her vocal chords. "In 
the ass, fuck me in the ass like the dog!"

The thought drove Rod mad but he was beyond control, 
beyond stopping. Gail herself was driven wild by her 
confession of the lewd desire. A white light seemed to 
explode deep in her mind.

"I-I'm cummmmmmmming!" Her body tensed as she thrust 
upward. "I-I... want... want... 
Aggggggghhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaah!" The sound seemed to come 
from the pit of her stomach as she came again and again, 
her cunt caught in tiny electric spasms.

Rod came in her cunt, shooting a thin jet of scalding 
hot sperm so fast and hard he didn't realize it until he 
felt his cock thickening against the next burst. He 
came, taking a deep lungful of air and moaning as his 
body went limp under the massive pleasure of pumping hot 
juice into his wife's hungrily dilating cunt.

They collapsed, Rod bearing down all his dead weight on 
his wife until he rolled off. Gail was almost instantly 
asleep, murmuring something like "Bee," and crawling 
exhausted under the covers. Rod followed her, laying on 
his back, wearily reaching for and turning out the 
light. He lay still, catching his breath, feeling sleepy 
making everything fuzzy and incoherent.

His body flinched him awake and his mind was full of a 
yammering thought: she has been fucking someone else. 
She was never like this before.

He lay thinking, not sure he wanted a wife who acted 
like a whore; not sure he liked his wife begging him to 
commit sodomy even though it was exciting at the time. 
It was not normal. He frowned up at the dark ceiling and 
thought a long time before going to sleep.


-= Chapter 5 =-

The weeks that followed were spent in sightseeing in and 
around San Diego. Gail found herself constantly trying 
to break through Rod's increasing bitterness and 
depression. His confusion seemed to deepen and he 
refused, curtly, to talk of their future. "Plenty of 
time for that when I get my discharge," he would say, 
leaning his elbows against a railing and. gazing at the 
gorillas which sat in their pit, picking at fleas or 
lost in a stupid reverie.

Gail, standing beside him, touched his shoulder lightly. 
"How long are we going to stand here looking at those 
apes?"

"I dunno."

"There are a lot of other animals to look at besides 
those hairy things."

"I like looking at them," he said with implacable 
finality, never wavering his gaze. They're kind of 
locked up the way everyone else is."

A look of concern crossed her face. "Why do you say 
that? We're locked up? We're free. This is America. 
They're on one side of the bars, we're on the other."

Rod gave a secret bitter smile. "I know. Maybe we're all 
locked up."

Gail grew silent. She waited patiently while Rod moped, 
watching the great apes listlessly play with a car tire 
until he stretched and walked away. It was the same when 
she introduced him to her friends, proudly exhibiting 
her husband home from the wars. Rod was polite and 
remote, usually sitting silent behind a drink.

He seemed to regard the war with a sorrow and scorn and 
seldom talked about it unless they were alone and he was 
drinking. Then, he would go off on harangues. "I had a 
buddy over there. Bill Peterson. Nice guy from 
Minnesota. We were going to go fishing up in his neck of 
the woods when we got back. Lakes freeze over and you 
pitch a tent to keep out of the wind and cut a hole in 
the ice. Drink brandy to keep warm. 

"Bill was more than a buddy, he was a friend. I don't 
know why, we just got along. Talked a lot and he was 
pretty cool about everything. He didn't dig longhairs, 
neither do I. He didn't especially like listening to 
politicians, neither do I. He wanted to work for himself 
His old man was a druggist. He didn't want to do that 
when he got out. We had a half-assed idea that we'd do 
something besides fishing together when we got back."

Rod would look down at his drink a long time before 
saying anything. Gail had learned to sit quiet during 
these silences. He drank and went on. "We had our own 
apartment in Saigon that we shared. One day, we came 
back from some real rough runs. Three days straight. We 
were beat but we had to check out our choppers. Just a 
matter of professional pride. Like I said, we were both 
beat and seen enough guys blown apart so I suggested we 
flip and see who stayed behind and checked out both 
choppers. Bill agreed and I lost." 

A sad cynical smile crossed his face. "I won. I stayed 
at the base while Bill drove back to Saigon. Said he'd 
have a pitcher of martinis waiting. Bill put the key in 
the lock, opened the door and got his head blown off. 
Booby trapped while we were away. None of the little 
bastards who worked for us had any idea who did it."

Yet it was more than just the readjustments of a 
returning soldier, more than learning to live with peace 
after a year of constant war. He was sullen and their 
evenings were spent in silent drinking while they sat in 
the living room, never looking at each other, having the 
television as a constant excuse. To the other servicemen 
they knew, husbands of friends of Gail, Rod was bored 
with their war stories and often rude.

They saw less and less of friends, their life becoming 
insular, their nights spent in drinking, their days 
spent in quiet desperation. Rod seemed to avoid looking 
at her or talking to her as much as possible. During the 
day, he made excuses to get away from her. The car had 
to be taken in for servicing, he had to make trips to 
the base on vague business.

At night, they drank and. Rod avoided their having sex 
again. Each night they went to bed and she was refused, 
Gail's anxiety mounted. Since that first night, he had 
cut off all conversation about sex. Gail cringed 
inwardly, feeling she had given herself away. Yet she 
couldn't help it. With a sickening feeling in her 
stomach, she had to admit to herself that she only lived 
for lewdness, that she would gladly, fervently, perform 
any and all obscenities that Rod would ask her to do. 
With a shudder that made her wrap her arms around 
herself against a nonexistent cold wind, she thought she 
might be capable of performing any sex act that might be 
asked of her by anyone.

She knew she must be sick, she knew her desires and 
drives were not normal. Her body ached and throbbed for 
her brother Lee while her mind was revolted at her 
desires and lust.

They rose late every day, hung over, with Rod irritable 
and non-communicative. He was sure, after the first 
night, that Gail had taken a lover or lovers while he 
was away. The thought, added to his already existing 
feelings about the war, only deepened his rage. 

Nobody at home seemed to have any idea of what the war 
was all about and the thought of his own wife fucking 
her hot little ass off, acting like a common slut while 
he was over there trying to do something about all that 
endless misery, was too much. It seemed to him that 
nobody cared, that everybody had their heads in the sand 
and were busy enjoying themselves, that the peace 
demonstrators weren't so much interested in ending the 
war as they were in tooting their own horn and cause.

Over all of this, hanging heavy on his ego, was the 
feeling that his wife was not what he thought she was. 
Certainly not the girl he had left behind. What they had 
done in bed together was something he had done with 
whores, common prostitutes that he had paid. She had 
outdone the biggest whores in Barracuda Mary's, a Saigon 
whorehouse devoted exclusively to oral sex. Was that any 
kind of a woman to be married to? Was that any way to 
build a future? No, she had been whoring around and he 
was going to bide his time, find the guy and then he was 
going to have his revenge.

Each day they arose late, Rod taking a hot shower 
against his ramming headache, downing several Excedrin 
and a glass of foaming Bromo Seltzer then dressing and 
strolling out to the mailbox while Gail showered.

Each day he went out, he caught sight of an old man in 
the yard across the street. Every morning, the old man 
pretended to be working but was always watching. Every 
morning, he seemed disappointed when Rod came down the 
drive. Can he be the one, Rod asked himself. Naw, too 
old. A good fuck would kill an old geeser like him.

One particular morning he came back into the house with 
an open letter in his hand. Gail was in the kitchen, 
washing dishes from the night before and preparing a 
breakfast of black coffee and orange juice. "Hey," he 
called, "we got a letter from your brother, Lee. He says 
he's coming out to visit us for awhile."

There was the crash -- an explosion -- and tinkle of 
glass from the kitchen. Rod ran to see Gail staring at 
him with a white face, shattered glass at her feet.

"What happened?"

"Nothing. Slipped. My hands were soapy and it slipped. 
Let me see the letter."

"Look out, you're in your bare feet, you'll cut 
yourself," he said, alarmed by her pale appearance, the 
odd look in her eye and the way she walked through the 
glass, impervious to pain or danger.

"Let me see!"

"Gail, you're bleeding!"

"Let me see the letter!" she said in a strange wailing 
tone.

"Here, take it. Sit down."

He guided her to a chair, alarmed by the way she was 
behaving. She paid utterly no attention to her cut feet 
and her bleeding. He sat her down in a chair while her 
eyes raced madly through the letter.

She sat reading it over and over while Rod ran to get 
the first aid kit and treated her cuts, pulling shards 
of glass from her feet. Her cuts sterilized and 
bandaged, he swept then vacuumed the floor then paused, 
caught his breath and looked at his wife. She was still 
as pale as a plaster wall, the letter, read many times 
over, in her lap, her face vacant of any emotion as she 
stared off, her eyes sad and resigned.

"Gail, I've got to get you to a doctor," he said, 
concern in his voice.

"He can't stay here," she said in a small voice.

"Who? Lee? The hell with that now. Get dressed, I'm 
taking you to a doctor."

She looked up at him as if she hadn't heard. Her eyes 
seemed larger and darker than he had ever seen them 
before. And there was an odd unhealthy look to them. "I 
don't want him to stay here."

"Lee? Why not? He can sleep on the couch. Gail, what the 
hell is the matter with you? Are you all right?"

She tried to smile and moved to get up, wincing as she 
put weight on one foot. "Ouch. Oh, that hurts."

"I know." All of his resentment was forgotten. The sight 
of blood, the thought and sight of someone in pain 
brought back feelings he had tried to bury and forget 
since coming back from Vietnam. No matter what he felt, 
he had been trained to help people when they were hurt. 
"Let me carry you to the bedroom where we can get you 
dressed. I've got to get you to the hospital."

"I'll be all right."

"You'll be all right when a qualified doctor can look at 
those cuts and get all the glass out. What got into 
you?" he asked as he picked her up in his strong arms 
and carried her to the bedroom where he put her on the 
bed and busied himself with gathering clothing for her.

Gail lay back on the bed and closed her eyes, the letter 
crumbled in her hand. Once before she had lain on the 
bed, a letter in her hand: Rod's. With a mighty effort, 
she tried to stir herself. "I don't know," she lied. "I 
felt so funny when I woke up. I felt worse when I was in 
the kitchen and that glass just slipped. I'm sorry."

"Forget it and get into these slacks and stuff." He 
smiled down at her. "You sure were weird about that 
letter. Walked right through the glass like it was 
nothing."

"I-I... thought something was wrong with Lee. I just had 
a ... funny feeling, that's all," she lied. She removed 
her robe, wearing only a bra and panties underneath. She 
paused and lay back, looking up at her husband with half 
closed eyes. "Rod?" she asked longingly.

"What?"

"Make love to me."

"What? Now? The way you are?"

"Please. Now."

"Gail, don't be crazy. You have a temperature?" He put 
his hand to her forehead and she seized it and licked 
the palm of his hand with her tongue. "Gail!"

"Please," she implored, her voice breaking. "It's so 
important. I need you. Make love to me, make violent 
love to me. Rod! I need you! Please make love to me! 
Fuck me like you really mean it."

Rod recoiled at the words. He looked down at his wife. 
Her face was so tortured, so serious. And there was that 
strange look in her eye. What was it? Had Rod known, or 
had he even suspected the lust and agony Gail was 
feeling at that moment, he would have been able to do 
something: a gesture, an act, a word. But, he had no 
idea. 

He busied himself with dressing her, treating her as a 
child, preferring to think her rantings came from the 
fact that she was hurt. He carried her to the car and 
whisked her off to the hospital, to the emergency ward 
where a doctor cleaned and treated her cuts, gave her an 
injection and prescribed some pills to relax and calm 
her and pronounced her cuts as not being serious at all.

They stopped at the drug store and Gail sat in the car 
while Rod ran in to have the prescription filled. She 
sat parked in the shopping center and watched the people 
around her. They seemed so normal with such normal 
activities. Mothers and fathers with their children, 
teen-agers walking arm in arm, older people window 
shopping. All this, she thought, and Lee is coming. The 
letter didn't say when, just that he was on his way. The 
letter was postmarked two days ago. He could be arriving 
at any time. What was she going to do?

Rod broke her reverie as he got into the car, slamming 
the door and looking at her. "How're you feeling?"

She tried out a wan smile. "Better."

"You sure acted funny. All I said was I got a letter 
from Lee and you acted funny."

"I know." She took a deep breath and lied. "It's just 
that I never hear from him and he should be in school 
now. He was here awhile ago. Didn't I tell you?"

"No, I didn't know that. How was he?"

"Wild. Lot of things disturbing him. I worry about him 
and when you got that letter I had the crazy feeling 
something was very wrong. Silly. I'm so sorry."

For what seemed the first time in a long while, Rod 
smiled at her warmly. "Forget it. Let's get home and 
give you this medicine."

Rod was very attentive all evening long. He placed her 
on the couch and placed pillows behind her back and 
turned on the television and made and fetched her 
drinks. He even managed a simple dinner that he served 
her on the couch. Gail was grateful for his attention 
even though she kept protesting she was all right and 
could manage for herself. The prescription, a 
tranquilizer, worked well and Gail found herself being 
lulled into an artificial serenity by the combination of 
pills and scotch. She liked the lazy drowsy feeling they 
supplied her and drifted off to sleep, thinking of how 
nice it would be to take tranquilizers and make love. 
She curled on the couch, looking at Rod with a sleepy-
eyed look, smiling, murmuring, "Why don't we go to bed?"

Rod nodded, watching the TV. "In a little while." His 
plan was to wait for her to fall asleep, cover her, turn 
everything off and go to bed alone, using the excuse 
that she needed sleep. He didn't have too long to wait 
and he sat smoking and drinking, pretending he was 
watching. television but really thinking about his wife. 
It was something more than just an affair. But what? Her 
behavior when he said he had a letter from Lee was odd. 
Weird, in fact. But why? He found Lee's letter and read 
it over. It was simple and short. Lee had been a visitor 
when he was in Vietnam. What had happened? Gail called 
him wild and disturbed. What had happened and why did 
she wait until now to tell him Lee had visited? It 
wasn't like her to forget a thing like that. She had 
always been so fond of Lee.

"Fond." Sitting in the chair, tapping the letter 
thoughtfully against his chin, he said the word softly. 
He had heard of "stuff like that" in Vietnam. There was 
even the Okie kid, a real hayseed farm boy who said he 
had fucked his cousin and various farm animals. Rod had 
always put him down as a bragging crackpot.

He shook his head and got to his feet. Nothing like that 
could happen here. He felt a little ashamed of himself 
for thinking such thoughts about his wife and brother-
in-law. Hell, he thought, last time I saw him, he was 
just a kid.

He went to bed troubled, thinking. There was something 
very wrong with Gail and something wrong with their 
marriage. He couldn't accept a wife who made love the 
way they had the last time. He had to talk to her. They 
both had to sit down and soberly talk over things. Maybe 
a visit to a minister or doctor would help. Something 
had to be done.

Something was done. It was done at three O'clock that 
morning. Rod found himself stirring from a deep sleep by 
the persistent ringing of the front door bell. He got 
out of bed warily, drudging about on reflex, used to 
being called at all hours to fly his chopper on a 
mission. "All right, all right," he mumbled, stumbling 
to the living room and stopping sleepy eyed when he saw 
Gail still sound asleep on the couch. The doorbell 
stabbed through the early morning silence and jolted him 
awake. He blinked and walked to the door, wrapping his 
robe around him.

"Who's there?"

"Me," a voice answered in a stage whisper. "That you, 
Rod? It's me, Lee."

Rod threw the door open and stood with a quizzical grin 
on his face. "Lee! What the hell are you doing?"

Lee came in. "Didn't you get my letter? I got a ride 
clear to Denver and got a plane down. How are you, you 
old son-of-a-gun?"

Rod shook hands, taking in Lee's appearance sleepily. He 
had grown, becoming strong and rangy. Slimmer and not as 
tall as Rod, but growing. And that crooked grin of his 
was familiar. To him, Lee always looked as if he had 
just come from pulling off some insane prank and was 
pleased with himself.

Rod let him in, watching him haul in his gear and 
noticed his appearance was getting a little "farout." He 
grunted to himself, hoping he wasn't one of the 
peaceniks. "What are you doing here? What about school?"

Lee shrugged and gave him a fine enigmatic smile. "I got 
kicked out."

"How come?"

Lee stood on one hip, looking at the floor and lazily 
scratching the back of his neck. "Well, I could tell you 
a lot of stories but the truth is I got caught balling 
the wife of the head of the history department in a 
broom closet and all hell broke loose and when it was 
all over it was suggested that maybe I should pursue my 
education elsewhere."

Rod laughed. "No? Really? Caught in a broom closet!"

Lee looked rueful. "Ever try to put your pants on while 
you're running down a hall stark naked with an irate 
husband swinging at you and his wife screaming bloody 
murder up and down the hall?"

They laughed together and Rod held a shushing finger to 
his lips, pointing to the sleeping form of Gail on the 
couch. Briefly, he explained what had happened and they 
carried Lee's suitcase and sleeping bag into the 
bedroom. Rod got drinks and closed the bedroom door. He 
was delighted to see Lee and, as they sat and drank and 
joked, it reminded him of good times in Saigon, nights 
when they stayed up and drank. 

He liked Lee, liked his honesty and, as they talked, he 
found he could tell him things about the war that he had 
kept locked up inside of him. Lee was a good listener 
and said, "Yeah, I've been thinking about upping. Hell, 
I'm bored. I'd like to see a little of that life over 
there. I mean, that's where the action is. It's all that 
basic bullshit, all that spit and polish you go through, 
that stops me."

"Yeah, it's a drag. Sometimes I think of re-upping. Most 
of the time, I don't know what the hell I want."

They sat, relaxed, drinking. "Yeah, I know the feeling. 
Hey, how was the poontang over there. Fill me in, man."

They talked on, their voices low and confidential, 
drinking, laughing together over sexual adventures. Lee 
listened closely, his eyes glinting like some predatory 
bird sizing up a potential meal.

Finally, he leaned forward, nudging Rod's knees. 
"Listen, last time I was here, I got to know a chick. 
Her name is Kim Clarke. Wild? Out of sight. A real far 
out broad for real."

"What's she like?" Rod asked, feeling the scotch and a 
certain man-to-man smuttiness.

"She's a topless, bottomless, double-clutching, breech-
loading, high-stepping, gear-shifting, air-cooled, free-
wheeling wild dancer. Didn't Gail tell you about it?"

Rod shook his head and tried to keep calm. "No, she 
never mentioned it." Perhaps he was going to find out 
some of what was bothering her.

Lee shrugged and nodded understandingly. "I took her to 
one of those topless-bottomless places. She had never 
been. The chick there, Kim, turned me on and so I met 
her."

"Ah," Rod said, holding up a finger. "That's what's 
bothering her. She told me you were kind of wild when 
you were here."

"Wild?" Lee looked like he was posing for a picture as 
the innocent angel. "Wild? Me?" Then his lips spread in 
that crooked insinuating smile and Rod slapped him on 
the knee.

"Probably the whole thing upset her. I mean, the place 
and you, her brother, making out with a dancer. You know 
how she is."

"Yeah," Lee grinned. "Only it didn't upset her and I 
didn't make out with Kim until later. I told Gail I was 
going back to school and went back down and shacked up 
with Kim for two long grueling days. I tell you, she is 
out of sight. No bull, just a straight come-on and hop 
right into bed."

"No kidding?"

"An inexhaustible fucking machine."

"No kidding?"

"Wake up in the middle of the night with her going down 
on me. Listen, I'm going to see her for sure this trip. 
Like to meet her?"

Flattered, Rod laughed and said, "Why not? Always wanted 
to meet a fucking machine."

"Great!" Lee said enthusiastically. "Tell you what. 
Tomorrow night we'll all go down to the club and you can 
catch her act."

"She really strip? All the way?"

"All the way and believe me, what you'll see is nothing 
compared to what she does in a bedroom."

"Too much, huh?" Rod asked, his mouth a little open, his 
cock beginning to jerk and swell in his pajamas.

"Listen, I'll tell you a little of what she does. Ever 
heard of using whipped cream? Puts it all over your cock 
then eats it off."

"Really?"

Lee grinned sardonically. "And that's just for openers. 
Like she says: If you cum on that, it don't count."

The two laughed together, Rod amazed by Lee's outlook 
and excited by the prospect of meeting such a girl as 
Kim. Lee went on regaling him with her lewd and bizarre 
conduct. He described her body in detail and topped it 
all with, "And guess what? She's only just turned 
seventeen. Honest! She's so built, she looks older. 
Phony I.D. allows her to work in a nightclub. We'll all 
go down to see her tomorrow night. What say?"

Rod was only too eager to agree when he remembered Gail. 
"No good. Doctor says she's got to stay off her feet for 
a few days."

Lee looked concerned and nodded. "Tell you what. Why 
don't I bring her up here after her show? Man, that 
would be a gas. Gail will get tired and go to bed and 
I'm sure I can talk Kim into a private show."

Rod's cock gave a leap. "It would be wild," he said, 
dubious that such a thing should ever happen.

Lee reached and punched him on the shoulder. "Like old 
times in Vietnam, I bet. Tell me about over there. Ever 
smoke any of that Vietnam grass?"

And there the discussion took a new turn with Lee 
admitting and producing some grass and Rod tiptoeing to 
the door to check on Gail before lighting up and smoking 
and relaxing into a rambling euphoria where he talked of 
the war and, eventually, his buddy. They ended the talk 
with both silent and drugged. Lee stirred himself, 
unrolled his sleeping bag and fell asleep on the floor. 
Rod crawled into bed thinking of all the kids who had 
been wounded and killed. Thinking of the body of his 
roommate when he was asked to identify it.

When you can go like that, he thought, quick and without 
warning, when you can go for no good reason at all, what 
the hell difference does anything make? Live it up.

He rolled over on his face and fell asleep, determined 
he would somehow have the dancer, Kim, over to their 
house that night.


-= Chapter 6 =-

Gail woke early, looking around, locating herself and 
sitting up. She felt sleepy still, but rested. She put 
some weight on her feet and found she could hobble to 
the bedroom. The shock of seeing Lee on the floor and 
the empty glasses and bottle made her catch her breath. 
She retreated from the room hastily, shutting the door 
and retreating to the couch. She sat, trying to think of 
what to do. With an impulse, she thought of leaving the 
apartment, going away until he had left. Yet, where 
could she go? All her clothes were in the bedroom.

She sat, resigned, that strange sad look coming into her 
eyes again. With a deep sigh, she got to her feet and 
made her way to the kitchen where she started preparing 
breakfast. Both of her men would be hungry.

It was Lee who awoke first, rubbing his face then 
listening. Noises coming from the kitchen, small early 
morning cup-and-saucer noises. He got up noiselessly, 
put on his pants and crept to the kitchen. Gail was 
standing with her back to the door when he entered. He 
hadn't made a sound yet he saw her back stiffen. She 
felt him behind her. She turned slowly, looking at him 
with large grave eyes.

He took her in quickly. She had changed physically. 
Something different in her face. Maybe it was self-pity. 
Whatever it was, it was a sign to Lee. She still wasn't 
broken. She was still full of pretense, she was still a 
"good girl." She still wasn't what he called, 
"Liberated." She still felt guilt and felt there was a 
"normal" way to behave in bed.

It was with a thin lipped grin that, he crossed the room 
in his bare feet, thinking: I'll take care of her.

He took her in his arms and kissed her on the mouth, 
running his tongue in and out as one hand closed over 
her buttocks. "Hiya, Babe," he whispered, pulling his 
mouth away. "I'm back."

Gail was fighting him with all her strength, glancing 
over his shoulder toward the bedroom. "Lee!" she hissed, 
hitting his bare chest with her fists. "Rod is in there! 
Stop it!"

For an answer, Lee thrust his hips forward and rubbed 
his groin against hers. Under his pants, he was as naked 
as she was under her housecoat. "Been a long time, Babe. 
I want to fuck that little million volt pussy of yours 
again."

"Stop that talk! You're insane!" she whispered fiercely, 
fighting to pull away but feeling her strength and 
resolution ebbing fast. She fought against a animal 
desire to throw open her housecoat and let him fuck her 
right on the kitchen floor with her husband, Rod, 
joining in. Let him watch her brother fucking her, let 
the two of them do anything they wanted to her! "Oh, 
Lee," she moaned, trying feebly to pull away. "Why did 
you have to come back? " she wailed, her voice rising 
slightly.

Lee let go of her, looked over his shoulder and walked 
to the table and slid on a chair. "How about some black 
coffee?" he asked in a cheery voice.

His luck or intuition held. Rod was up and coming out, 
yawning and stretching. "Well, he's here. Hey, what are 
you doing on your feet?" he asked, taking Gail in his 
arms and kissing her.

A lewd thrill ran through her. She felt her cunt moist 
and itching with desire between her thighs as she looked 
at Lee grinning at her with that wild look on his face. 
No matter what else she felt, it was exciting, being 
caressed by two different men one right after the other.

"Well, there he is. Does he look all right? Only thing 
wrong with him is a broom closet."

"What?" Gail asked and the two men laughed.

She was led back to the couch and, while they both made 
breakfast and kidded back and forth in the kitchen, she 
tried hard to compose herself and make light banter 
back. She learned that Lee had left school by Popular 
request and her mind imagined what had happened in the 
closet and she insanely wished that it had been her, 
that they had thrown the door open and caught them 
fucking and they had gone on, right in front of them.

She jerked herself back to reality with the silent 
warning that such thoughts were bad and the dreaded 
admittance that she thought of them -- sex fantasies -- 
increasingly. She sat on the couch and watched her 
brother and husband with increasing disbelief. They got 
along so well together and Lee was so charming and full 
of locker room camaraderie with Rod. At times, she sat 
stunned by the secrets she held when she watched Lee's 
seemingly innocent yet brazen behavior. 

His audacity was unbelievable! They sat in the living 
room, and the late afternoon sun slanted long into the 
room. Rod had mixed a batch of martinis while Lee was 
playing a Rolling Stones album on the stereo he had 
rushed out to purchase, Rod driving him to the nearest 
record store, and was now enthusiastically trying to get 
Gail and Rod to like the music.

Rod was tolerant and unimpressed. They sat sipping their 
drinks until Lee suddenly, again, unpredictably, leaping 
to his feet and snapping the stereo off. He looked down 
at Rod with a smile twitching his lips. Then he turned 
and stared seriously at Gail on the couch. He turned 
back to Rod, his face set and serious. "I've got 
something to tell you. Something I wanted to tell you 
last night."

His manner, his tone of voice made Rod sit up. "Well, 
what?"

Again Lee swung around to face Gail on the couch. It 
seemed her face was drained of all color and the 
knuckles of her hand tightened, growing white, around 
the glass she held. She didn't breathe or blink. She 
couldn't. She was frozen with fear.

Lee looked back at Rod. "Gail and I have a secret," he 
said, his voice low and each word loud and clear.

Rod stiffened, not sure of what he was going to hear; 
not sure that he wanted to hear it. "Okay," he said 
gravely, "Let's hear it."

Lee looked hard at Rod then Gail for a moment and Gail 
felt as if she were on the verge of screaming, a scream 
she wouldn't be able to stop.

"Well, when I was here before, when you were away, we 
... no, it was me. I made Gail do something."

Rod licked his lips and nodded. It was coming, the whole 
sordid mess, he thought. His eyes flicked at Gail who 
was sitting like a marble statue, her eyes riveted on 
her brother. "What," Rod asked in a low voice, "Did you 
make Gail do?"

Lee held a palm out, "Well, actually I talked her into 
it. Listen, it's all my fault and I take the blame. It 
was my idea and ..." 

"Get to it!" Rod said, his face hard.

"Well," Lee suddenly looked like a charming boy, abashed 
at what he had done. "I talked her into smoking some 
grass."

The three of them seemed caught in a frozen tableau for 
an eternity of seconds before Rod took on a look of 
amusement and threw back his head and laughed and Gail 
seemed to grow smaller and sag back in relief on the 
couch, a silly dazed smile on her lips while Lee kicked 
his toe into the carpet, winked at Gail then turned a 
lamb-like face to Rod. "Like I said, it's all my fault."

"That's it!" Rod said, pointing at his wife who tried to 
laugh back. "That's what's been bugging you! Even after 
I told you I had smoked it!" He was up, grinning, going 
to his wife and kissing her on the mouth. "You were 
worried! How did you feel, like some dope fiend?" he 
asked.

Gail hugged him, thankful her brother hadn't just come 
out and told all the truth. She wasn't completely sure 
that he wouldn't just for the hell of it, come right out 
and say it.

Her relief was entirely artificial yet she seized the 
opportunity to feel closer to her husband. He had her in 
his arms and she was looking over his shoulder at her 
brother standing slouched in the middle of the room, 
grinning at her, immensely pleased with himself.

Rod seemed elated that his doubts were so easily 
assuaged; he drank and laughed and got up, slapping Lee 
on the shoulder. "You son-of-a-gun! I might have known!" 
He was suddenly full of questions and plans. He 
discovered that Lee could get some. With a broad wink 
that Gail couldn't see, he asked Lee. "How long will it 
take?"

"Well, it depends. I could make a phone call."

It was agreed and Lee went into the bedroom to make the 
call. Gail motioned to Rod to come close to her so that 
Lee wouldn't hear. "Rod, I don't want to take any."

"Ah, come on, it's all right."

"I mean it. I don't like what ... I just don't like it."

Rod was too elated to really listen. He drained his 
glass and poured himself a generous amount of straight 
scotch. He raised his glass in a mock toast. "Don't be a 
prude. Listen, I tell you it's all right. Little grass 
won't hurt a thing."

Gail stared up at her husband filled with a dread of 
what was coming. He was standing in front of her, 
drinking, gulping. She knew his pattern. If he kept on 
like this, he would soon be drunk. A premonition, a 
sudden flashing sense of what was going to happen: a 
presage of doom. Rod drunk, smoking marijuana and Lee 
urging him on, biding his time like some smiling 
predatory animal. Lee sitting in the background until 
Rod is too drunk and too drugged and passes out. Then?

"Rod, please don't drink too much," she said in a soft, 
plaintive voice.

"'Sallright. Look, honey, we used to drink night 'nd day 
over there," he said with an extravagant wave of his 
arm. "Fly one of them choppers smashed, can do 
anything."

Lee came into the room, grinning shyly at Gail then 
looking self-conscious in front of Rod. "Look, remember 
that girl Kim I told you about last night? Well, she's 
got some and she's got the night off. How about if I ask 
her over?"

"Sure! Why not? 'Sallright, honey? Sure it is! What the 
hell!"

Lee left, grinning at Gail, borrowing the car keys to go 
pick Kim up. Gail was left sitting on the couch, her 
face a mask. Calmly, she said, "Rod, you're mixing 
scotch with martinis. Do you think that's a good idea?"

Rod, sitting across the room slumped in a chair, made a 
face. "Ah, come on," he said, his lips twisting, "You're 
not going to be a nagging wife are you?"

She looked down at the empty drink in her hands. "No," 
she answered in a small voice.

"Better not," he muttered, staring into his glass. "I 
didn't come home to listen to somebody bitch me 'cause I 
felt like having a drink or two." His voice and manner 
were sullen and he stared down at his drink before 
suddenly gulping it down and getting unsteadily to his 
feet and heading for the kitchen to pour himself another 
drink.

An anger blazed in Gail. If her own husband didn't care, 
why should she? She held her drink aloft. "If there are 
any more martinis, I'd like another."

"Thatta girl," he said, grinning at her and taking her 
glass. "Gonna be an interesting night."

"And how," she answered with a bitter sarcasm in her 
voice that Rod ignored, thanks to his numbing drinks.

She got Rod to help her to the bedroom where she checked 
her a appearance and brushed her hair then got into bed. 
She was working on her third martini when the doorbell 
rang.

With the bedroom door open, she could see a portion of 
the living room. Gail's heart stopped when she saw who 
Lee's girl friend was: it was the dancer they had seen 
together what seemed so very long ago! Lee was more 
diabolical than she had thought.

The girl stood in the middle of the room, wearing an 
Indian headband and a fringed buckskin miniskirt. Her 
bare thighs and legs were tanned. She was tall, well-
shaped with dark almond eyes that flashed suggestively 
as she looked around the apartment and into the bedroom 
where she saw Gail sitting erect in bed. A slow 
lascivious smile spread over her thick shapely lips, as 
she shifted her weight, thrusting out one hip and 
putting a hand on it. She lowered her head, her smile 
all-knowing. "Hi," she said in a throaty voice, "I'm 
Kim."

Gail closed her eyes and nodded. Women have a way of 
understanding each other far better than men do. A look, 
a word, a gesture, an intonation, can say so much. Men 
tend to make little of such scenes, putting it down as 
jealousy, as petty vain rivalry. Women know better: Kim 
had just told Gail that she knew all about her and Gail 
had accepted and silently pleaded for mercy.

They all came pouring into the bedroom with 
introductions and explanations all around about Gail's 
accident. They sat on chairs with Kim sitting on the 
edge of the bed with a newly poured drink in her hand, 
smiling down at Gail. "Your brother didn't do you 
justice."

"Oh?" Gail looked at Lee who was busy stuffing a long 
pipe with a thick gummy substance.

"You're much more beautiful than he said," Kim said in a 
cool way.

Gail tried to wince out a smile. "Thank you."

"Damn right," Rod said, looking at Kim. "Hey!" he said 
loudly, "What is that, Lee?" he asked, turning to watch 
Lee.

"Something better. Hash. Seems Kim had some and wanted 
to donate it."

Rod turned and grinned at Kim again, his eyes taking in 
her smooth bare thighs and her heavy pointed breasts 
under her dress. Damn, he thought, I don't think she's 
wearing a bra.

Gail knew she wasn't. Having her sitting there, shifting 
her weight, she could gee her breasts move freely under 
the buckskin. She had seen Kim naked and knew how high-
riding her breasts naturally were.

"Say, are you really Indian?" Rod asked, obviously 
fascinated by her exotic beauty and excited by what Lee 
had told him about her. He crossed his legs and sipped 
at his drink, feeling his cock growing thick between his 
thighs. "I mean, do you have Indian blood somewhere in 
the family?"

Kim gave him a dazzling seductive smile. "Yes, my mother 
was a full-blooded Cherokee, my father was a red headed 
Irish policeman in Coffeyville, Kansas. I'm what they 
call a half-breed."

Rod laughed and patted her on the shoulder. "What a 
combination. Couldn't be better."

"For what?" Kim asked in a low seductive voice, flirting 
with him over the edge of her drink.

Rod's face colored and he drank from his glass before 
answering, "Oh, anything, I guess."

Lee interrupted with the pipe. He lit it expertly and 
quickly handed it to Rod who puffed and rose to sit on 
the bed next to Kim. He exhaled and handed the pipe to 
Kim. "Pass the peace pipe, huh?"

Again, Kim smiled at him with an inviting look. "Depends 
on what you mean by 'peace,'" she said, accenting the 
word.

Lee and Rod laughed as Kim took the pipe into her mouth 
slowly, closing her lips over the stem with a loving, 
"Mnnnn."

They passed the pipe around, crowding closer on the bed. 
Gail looked to see their smiling faces watching her as 
she puffed on the pipe. The hashish was having an effect 
and she felt like she was on a celestial elevator, 
zooming up so fast she felt as if she had left her body 
and reason far down below. This, she thought, is what 
they must mean by getting 'high.'

The room was suddenly very quiet and thick with a 
pungent sweet smoke and everything seemed to be moving 
in ultra slow motion. It seemed to Gail she had 
accepted, puffed on and passed the hashish pipe hundreds 
of times, that they would never smoke it all. She stared 
absently at the faces around her. Rod had taken on a 
glazed look and might be some child watching a movie or 
TV. He didn't seem conscious of anyone around him until 
he started, rubbed his face and said, "Wow!" in a soft 
voice and look at Kim with his eye slitting and growing 
hungry.

Lee seemed bemused, his fist propping up his chin as he 
watched Rod and Kim, ignoring Gail. Kim straightened her 
shoulders, thrusting her breasts forward toward Rod so 
that her nipples pressed against the soft tawny 
buckskin. Her dark Indian eyes slid slowly to Gail and 
wandered over her body, taking in all she could see.

Lee slapped his hands on his knees and said, "Let's have 
a little music and some more to drink."

Rod tore his eyes from Kim and said, "Hey, that's a 
great idea." He got to his feet and went into the living 
room after collecting all the glasses. Kim, with a lazy 
smile, said, "Let me help you."

Gail was left looking at Lee who was staring off into 
space, that wolf-like smile on his face again. "Lee, 
don't, please don't. In God's name, don't."

He turned innocent eyes to her. "Don't what?" he asked 
then chuckled to himself and got to his feet and walked 
to the door, his hand on the knob. Looking over his 
shoulder, he gave a cruel wink. "You gotta rest. I'll 
tell Rod. And," he whispered, closing the door, "I'll be 
back."

The door closed slowly and firmly and Gail leaned back 
on the pillows and closed her eyes. There seemed nothing 
she could do to stop what was happening. Nothing, in her 
drugged state, she wanted to do. With an anguished 
thought, she realized that there really was nothing she 
wanted to do. She drained her glass and wished for 
sleep.

Kim followed Rod to the kitchen, her hips swaying back 
and forth. She stood watching him mixing the drinks, her 
hands on her hips, her pelvis thrust out. Rod gave her a 
flirting glance. What the hell, he thought, no harm done 
and it's not like I'm an old man yet. "Lee says you're a 
dancer."

Kim, smiling, her chin tucked in so that she looked at 
him seductively, said, "That's right. Come watch me some 
time."

"I'd like to," he said, handing her a drink. "Do you 
like it?"

"Dancing? Or do you really mean do I like dancing in 
front of men naked? The answer to both questions is, 
yes." Again she smiled seductively at him over the rim 
of her glass, showing her fine white teeth.

Rod looked at her, finding it impossible to believe she 
was so young. Her face was unlined and looked young but 
her body was so fully and wildly developed. From the 
living room came music from the stereo. Lee had selected 
some quite cool jazz And Kim began to swing her hips in 
a slow brazen manner. "I just hear music and I gotta 
move."

Rod leaned drunkenly against the kitchen table and 
watched her begin to dance, her feet staying in place, 
only her body moving, undulating, her hips suddenly 
twitching out in time to the music. Her arms above her 
head, she danced into the living room with Rod lurching 
after her. He saw her fall into Lee's arms and kiss him 
passionately on the mouth while her hips ground into his 
crotch and Rod could see her firm young buttocks tense 
and bunch under her miniskirt. "Hey," he said, waving 
his glass, "Let's have a party."

Lee tore himself free to gasp, "Man, it looks like we 
are!"

"No!" Rod said, falling into a chair and spilling some 
of his drink. "I mean a real party with entertainment." 
He leered at Kim who had turned to look at him. She 
danced slowly and sensuously toward him, halting right 
in front of him, her arms slowly raising to cup her 
breasts and thrust them at his face while her hips did a 
slow wicked bump and grind.

"Look, don't get this chick started. I'm warning you, 
Rod," Lee said. Then, "Hey, where's my drink?"

"'Sin the kitchen," Rod said, slurring his words and 
never taking his eyes off Kim's wiggling body. "'nd take 
your ole sweet time gettin' it."

Lee gave him a comradely wink and said, "Think I'll take 
a drink in to Gail and keep my little sister company for 
awhile."

He disappeared into the kitchen while Kim continued 
dancing, whirling around the room, her eyes half closed. 
Lee came back into the room with two drinks in his hands 
and a child-like foolish grin on his face. "I'm so 
stoned I don't know what I'm doing. You okay?" he asked 
Rod.

Rod nodded absently, still watching Kim dance. Lee noted 
with satisfaction that his eyes were glazed and he was 
having trouble focusing them. Kim would keep him busy. 
He turned the door knob to the bedroom with his fingers 
and shoved the door open with his elbow. This, he told 
himself, was going to be some night. Kim working on Rod 
while he taught his prissy married sister a lesson. And 
Kim knowing all about it!

Rod tore his eyes from Kim long enough to see Lee 
kicking the door shut with his heel. Kim stopped dancing 
and picked up her glass, sipping from it as she walked 
toward him. "Hey, Kim," he said, "Don't stop. You're 
pretty good."

Kim gave a laugh. "I'd better or I'll start getting 
rough and raunchy." She drank and raised her glass as a 
toast. "The only way I know how to dance."

Rod drained his glass and said, "I'll drink to that. I 
mean, I'd really like to see you dance." He struggled up 
out of his chair to get still another drink. Kim pushed 
him back in his seat and said, "Let me do that. " He sat 
back, dazed, watching her firm young buttocks switch 
back and forth as she sauntered into the kitchen. While 
she was gone, he tried to clear his head, rubbing his 
eyes. Gotta think clear, he told himself.

He looked up to see Kim standing in front of him with 
two fresh drinks in her hand, smiling down at him. 
Jesus, he thought, how long has she been standing there? 
He took the drink with a vague. smile. His brain seemed 
fogged and he couldn't think straight. All he could 
think about was Kim's body and her whipped cream trick. 
But his wife was in the next room with his brother-in-
law! He had better be careful, he thought.

Kim suddenly bent over him and kissed him on the mouth, 
the tip of her hot wet tongue whipping into his mouth 
and sending shudders down into his groin that caused his 
cock to leap in lewd excitement. "You're nice," she 
whispered in his ear.

His free hand touched her hip and he felt her naked 
flesh under the sensuous deerskin. "You're okay," he 
whispered.

Her face was close to his, her eyes large, dark, and 
burning, as she whispered, "Want me to dance for you?"

His mind raced, drunken, drugged and ramming, horny, 
wild, mad! Why not, he thought, exulting drunkenly, 
after all, it was Lee who brought her! "Yeah," he 
breathed, "Go ahead!"

He sat, his cock throbbing, caught in his pants, 
swelling painfully and he tried to rearrange his legs, 
crossing them, so it wouldn't show.

Kim put her glass down and stepped back from him, moving 
slowly, her eyes closed, a smile on her face, her hips 
swaying as she lifted her arms and pulled the miniskirt 
up over her head. Rod sat, his face impacted, his breath 
shallow as he watched the limp buckskin being pulled up 
her tanned thighs. Up, up, higher and higher until her 
face was covered and she was naked from the waist down. 
He looked at her broad swaying hips and her long thighs 
with his eyes drawn to her sparse young wedge of curling 
pubic hair. She turned, standing on tiptoe and pulled 
the dress free over her head and flung it on the floor.

She stood with her back to him, naked gave for sandals 
and her Indian headband. Lewdly, moving in pulsating 
time to the music, she leaned forward and thrust her 
naked round buttocks at him and Rod gazed open mouthed 
as he saw her tight vagina trapped between her strong 
thighs with its vaginal lips firm and covered with dark 
downy pubic hair. In time to the music, she turned, her 
arms widespread, her legs apart, her knees bent. 

Slowly, as he watched, she began moving her hips and 
cunt as if she had the tip of a cock right in front of 
her thighs and was trying to rub against it. She threw 
back her head, her eyes closed, her mouth open and her 
pelvis rolled forward and she let out a little delighted 
moan and her body shuddered as if an invisible cock had 
been shoved in her and she began an imaginary fucking 
right in front of Rod who dropped his drink on the rug 
and ignored it as he lurched to his feet, breathing 
heavily.

Kim was on him like a cat, lewd, twining, her, arms 
tight around him, her open mouth locked to his as his 
tongue darted in and out while one of her long tanned 
dancer's legs slipped around behind him and pulled his 
groin close to hers. He felt his ramrod cock against her 
naked belly and he fought to get away from her, catch 
his breath. "No! " he breathed. "My wife and him," he 
said, pointing.

Kim's face was intense. "So what? Now or never for me 
and you. Come on, what have you got to lose?"

"Everything!"

"Coward!" she said, almost spitting the words.

A wild idea entered his mind. Lee had done it in a 
closet! Why not top him? Gail couldn't walk and he 
could, would, had to, think of something. More than 
anything, he wanted to fuck this wild half-breed amoral 
bitch! He lurched to the closet and opened it. It was 
big enough with only a suitcase on the floor. Kim was 
right behind him, pushing him into the closet. He turned 
to find her hot naked body right against his. 

Her hands guided his up until he touched her breasts and 
he felt them soft and heavy in his hands and his fingers 
pinched her nipples and he felt them grow hard and 
pointed as he watched her tongue slowly lick her lips. 
He felt her hand unzipping his pants. and he closed his 
eyes and kissed her as he felt her groping fingers 
pulling his hard cock out. Her hands closed over it, 
squeezing it and pulling back the foreskin and slowly 
and surely stroking back and forth as her tongue darted 
in and out of his mouth in time to the strokes.

He felt dizzy with passion and a violent urge welled up 
in him. He wanted to fuck the teasing little bitch with 
all his might, fuck her until she begged for mercy. His 
whole body was tense as he felt her knees bending, their 
mouths wetly parting as she slid down to her knees, her 
hands holding onto his hard cock. Drunkenly, he put his 
arms out for support, finding the walls and standing 
balanced while looking down, he could see the top of her 
head and those big rounded breasts below. 

She was on her knees and straightening her back again, 
thrusting her breasts upward and outward and placing his 
prick, its foreskin rolled all the way back to reveal 
its red mushroom head, between her breasts, wedging it 
into the deep cleavage then using her hands to cup her 
breasts close together so that his cock was surrounded 
and held in place by the hot soft flesh of her breasts 
with only the thick rampant head visible.

She bent her head to look down at it and, with an 
electric thrill searing through him, he felt her wet hot 
tongue flick across it, teasing the glans on the very 
end. He saw her look up and smile and smack her lips, 
greedily tasting the drop of cum she had urged from him. 
Her head swooped again and he felt the flat of her 
tongue lick all over his prick and he thrust his hips 
forward just as her incredibly soft and wet lips closed 
over the head and she sucked while her tongue twirled 
downward and his head fell back limply as he moaned 
aloud.

The whole shaft of his prick felt encased in warm soft 
moving flesh while the head felt her hot mouth sucking 
on it with the tongue tormenting it into a swelling that 
hurt him. He wanted her, he wanted to fuck her silly. 
He'd show her what a real fuck was like. Roughly, he 
pushed her away, the back of her head bumping against 
the closet door, knocking it open, allowing her to 
sprawl out on the living room floor, her breasts 
quivering like jello, her long nude body flowing out, 
her legs spread wide so that he looked down and saw the 
glistening red slit of her cunt.

With a hoarse cry, he fell from the closet, landing on 
top of her. His cock pushed, felt her vaginal lubricated 
lips rubbing against the thick head of his cock. 
Thrusting with his hips, he felt her cunt spreading in a 
slow lewd way. Then, pushing, he felt it sink home, into 
the hot depths of her cunt. Her long legs wrapped around 
his buttocks and pulled him in while her hips writhed up 
so that he felt his cock sink in as deep as it could go.

They exploded in a frenzy of movement. Rod, jaw 
clenched, fucked her with all his might, with a wild 
insane abandon. Kim held him tight, her hips moving as 
fast as she could while she moaned and her head thrashed 
back and forth. He was fucking her so hard her hips and 
buttocks came clear of the floor and then were sent 
crashing, thumping down again as he used all his 
strength to ram his prick home in her. 

In front of him he could see her open mouth with her 
eyes rolling in her head as she thrashed around, 
writhing under him. He was fucking her across the floor, 
digging in with his knees on the rug and slamming down 
on her so that she saw stars. They were fucking their 
way into the middle of the room so that there was no 
place to hide or no possible explanation to make if Lee 
should open the door. And Rod didn't care. His mouth 
twisted open as be felt the mighty hurricane rush of an 
orgasm sweep through him and funnel out his prick and 
explode wetly inside of the girl and he bit her hard on 
the shoulder to keep from shouting.

His face twisting in a wild drunken, drugged exultation, 
he rolled off her and flopped on his back, gasping for 
breath. Kim was on top of him immediately, kissing him. 
He pushed her off and got to his hands and knees and 
crawled for the kitchen, Kim after him. She was excited, 
lewd, and wanted to be satisfied. She pawed at him on 
the kitchen floor as he fought to catch his breath. 
"Come on " she gasped.

"No." He shook his head, exhausted, looking down at his 
cock. It was still hard and white hot sperm, his own 
cum, was still on it. "Too dangerous," he gasped, 
shaking his head. "That was crazy. They must have 
heard."

"No, no, they didn't!" Kim said in a low voice. "Don't 
worry, it's all right. Come on, I'm horny and hot!"

Rod held her by the shoulders. "They must have heard."

"No, no!" Kim insisted, her eyes glinting as she crawled 
on top of him, thrusting one of her breasts in his face. 
"It doesn't matter!"

Her words froze him. How could she know it didn't matter 
unless -- unless she knew something! He grabbed her by 
the shoulders, full of a sudden rage. Kim recoiled and 
found herself helpless in his iron grip. "What do you 
mean?"

"Nothing. I meant I want to cum too!"

"What do you mean, it doesn't matter?" he asked, his 
voice hard.

"I meant it doesn't matter if they catch us," she said 
in a lame voice, her face telling him she was lying.

His drugged and drunken state was like storm clouds 
dark, thick, and heavy in his mind and her words were 
like a parting of the clouds and a flash of lucid 
lightening in his brain. "What's going on here? I mean, 
what's really going on here?"

He suspected a monstrous evil sick trick was being 
played on him. With a madman's strength, he whirled Kim 
around and clapped a hand over her mouth. He grated into 
her ear, "You be quiet or you'll be sorry!" With a 
controlled fury, he forced her to her feet and dragged 
her, naked, his prick still hanging out of his pants, 
back into the living room and toward the bedroom door.

When they got near the door Kim's leg lashed out, trying 
to kick it. Rod hadn't expected that and his drunken and 
drugged nerves reacted too late. He pulled her away as 
the door flew open and bounced away from the wall.

The scene that greeted them turned both of them to 
marble. Rod couldn't move or speak or even think. 
Slowly, unconsciously, he let go of Kim. He stood, 
looking into his own bedroom, at his own bed, at his 
wife and her brother on the bed, naked.

Lee was lying on his back, his legs spread wide and 
Gail, his wife, was on top of him, her legs to either 
side of his waist, on her knees. And, as he watched in 
stupid amazement, he saw her naked buttocks exposed to 
his view, her anus puckered and tight and below, below, 
her soft, hair fringed cunt was wet and split wide. It 
was stretched as far as it could go and as he watched 
her hips move obscenely up and down her brother's huge 
thick prick, as he watched the glistening prick 
disappear into her cunt, folding the tight vaginal lips 
in, then saw her lift her body, saw the flaming red 
walls of her cunt rolling out, seeming to cling to the 
shaft of the slippery cock with all their might, he 
knew; he knew that what was happening was worse than any 
expectations. He was being cuckolded by his brother-in-
law, that he was witnessing incest!

His mind exploded as they fucked on, oblivious of him, 
Lee's hands massaging Gail's breasts in a lewd and 
exciting rhythm. With a roar, he hit Kim with the back 
of his hand, sending her flying. He rushed into the room 
and grabbed his wife by the shoulders and sent her 
crashing off the bed. Lee was leaping up just in time to 
catch a fist square in the face. He fell backward and 
off the bed, his mind reeling. Rod was on top of him, 
punching and slapping him as he sobbed and screamed out 
his rage and hate. With a snarl, he whirled and slapped 
his wife's head back and forth until it was a blur.

He leaped to his feet, his fists ready. Brother and 
sister cowered on the floor, looking up at him. Blood 
trickled from the corner of Lee's mouth. "Scum!" he spat 
at them, "Rotten perverted scum! So that was it! Well, 
I'm through, you hear?" With an insane strength, he 
picked Lee up. Lee held his hands up. With a cold 
calculation, he knocked him down again then whirled on 
his wife, seizing her by her hair and lifting her to her 
feet. "And you, you perverted bitch!" he growled.

"I couldn't help it! I tried to tell you!" she wailed.

With a look of contempt twisting his face, he shoved her 
from him. "I'll be back tomorrow to get my things and 
deal with you!" He stood in the middle of the room, 
putting his penis back into his pants and shaking with 
rage. "When I come back, I don't want to see your sick 
face!" he said, turning to Lee who was on the floor, 
wiping his mouth. "Where are the car keys?"

Lee felt his jaw and motioned to the night table by the 
bed. Rod scooped them up and stalked from the room. In 
the living room, Kim was on the couch, her dress held in 
front of her body. He glared at her with tight lips. 
They all had been in on it and he would make them pay, 
he would make them wish they had never tried to make a 
fool of him. He stepped out of the tiny apartment and 
slammed the door shut with all his might, the sound 
booming and echoing down the hall.


-= Chapter 7 =-

Gail lay naked on the floor, listening to the sound of 
the door slamming a doomsday note in her brain. It 
seemed as if the sound went on and on, growing louder. 
The whole building, the block, the city, the whole world 
would know of her incestuous behavior.

When Lee had come into her room bearing drinks, she knew 
what was going to happen. He had undressed in front of 
her until he stood naked with his huge cock held in one 
hand, a drink in the other. Even before he spoke, she 
began taking off her clothes with trembling fingers, a 
lewd feeling growing in her loins. "Don't worry, Kim is 
going to keep him occupied," Lee said with a jerk of his 
head toward the door. She was helpless as she lay naked, 
her legs spread obediently apart, as he loomed over her.

Now, she was discovered and an odd relief mingled with 
her agony. At least it was all out in the open now. 
Whatever Rod decided to do, she deserved it. She put her 
head in her hands and sobbed.

Lee was up on his feet, his fists clenched, glaring out 
of the bedroom, "That chintzy coward! See him run! Lucky 
for him I got some self control. I'd like him to come 
back here so I can punch him one in the mouth!"

Kim appeared in the doorway, her face calm, composed, 
and disgusted. She leaned against the doorjamb, holding 
her dress in front of her and regarded Lee with a cool 
unblinking gaze. "Okay, you big thrill, you can cut it 
out, nobody's listening."

Lee looked over her shoulder at the empty living room. 
"Oh, how I wish he would come back so I could work him 
over!"

Kim had seen and heard scenes like this before. In her 
world anything went, and that meant people with hurt 
feelings. She glanced at Gail huddled on the floor then 
looked back at Lee. "Some wheel you are."

"Huh? " He looked at her with wild eyes.

"Big time, you said. Told me it would be really far out. 
Yeah, you balling your sister and a real good time for 
me. Told me I'd plead for it to stop. Look what it 
really is, a real tear jerker!"

"Oh yeah?" he growled, looking around at his sister. 
That mad governing drive that possessed him, that wild 
reckless compulsion that had forced countless situations 
and gotten him into all kinds of trouble, that black and 
evil spirit that engulfed his soul and would eventually 
lead to his doom raged up in him. No one, least of all a 
woman, was going to put him down. No matter what the 
cost, he would emerge triumphant. "Oh yeah?" he repeated 
in a challenging voice. "Okay," he said, shoving his 
face in Kim's bored way. "You wanted action, you're 
going to get it! Let's see just what kind of a swinger 
you are!"

He leaped across the room and picked Gail up by her 
wrists. "Shut up! Just shut up and listen to me!" he 
hissed at her. "Do as I say!"

Gail was shocked by his words and looked at him with her 
swollen eyes wide. He pushed her back on the bed where 
she fell and closed her eyes, moaning, her legs slightly 
apart. The silence in the room made her open her eyes 
and Kim was standing at the foot of the bed, her lewd 
almond eyes taking in her nude body. "Mmmmmmmm," Kim 
murmured, letting her dress fall noiselessly to the 
floor. She looked at Lee standing by the side of the bed 
with a wicked sidelong look.

Lee wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "Go on," 
he said, looking down at Gail. "Babe, you're going to be 
hanged for a horsethief, might as well steal the horse."

Gail put her hands over her eyes. This, after all that 
had happened, was too much. "No!"

"Yes!" he hissed. "God damn you," he raged in a low 
tight voice. "I want to see you, I want to see you hot 
and begging for more! I want to see you making love with 
Kim!"

Gail pulled her hands away from her eyes, horrified. He 
couldn't do this to her! Not now! Not ever! He couldn't 
ask this of her, he couldn't ask her to make lesbian 
love while he watched, he couldn't, wouldn't, mustn't, 
ask this depraved act of her. "No!" she whispered, her 
voice small and trembling. She pulled her legs together 
and covered up her vagina with both hands. Lee was on 
her in a moment, wedging his hands between her thighs 
and forcing them apart with his masculine strength.

"Please, no!" Gail begged, her voice wavering as she saw 
Kim standing with her legs spread slightly apart, her 
fingers caressing her cunt as she smiled down at Gail's 
protective hands. "Relax," she whispered, "I can do 
things to you no man ever can and you'll like them."

Gail looked at her with pleading eyes as she crawled up 
on the bed between her legs. Lee relaxed his agonizing 
grip on her thighs and began prying her hands away, 
talking all the time in that demanding insistent way of 
his. "I want you to make love while I watch, I want to 
see you get hot and wild and I want to see you cum with 
your hot little pussy wrapped around another woman's 
tongue!"

The lewd insane thought hammered at Gail's mind as she 
felt her hands dragged away from her cunt and pinned to 
the bed above her head. She tried to squeeze her thighs 
shut but only succeeded in locking them around Kim's 
waist. "N-no!" she breathed as she felt Kim's soft 
forefinger glide up and down the slit of her cunt. 
Despite herself, she felt herself responding as the 
finger lightly played over her clitoris and ran lovingly 
up and down the lips of her vagina. The teasing aroused 
her and, as she was opening her mouth to make one last 
feeble protest, Lee kissed her, running his tongue deep 
into her sucking mouth.

"Mmmmmm," Kim used the fingers of her other hand to 
delicately spread Gail's cunt, looking down as she 
continued stroking with her forefinger. "She's getting 
excited."

Lee took his mouth away and clamped it on the nipple of 
one of her breasts as Kim began sawing a finger in and 
out of her cunt and Gail closed her eyes and let her 
body go as she inwardly gloated at the helplessness and 
depravity of her position. This would be the most lewd 
orgasm of all! Her hips began gyrating as Kim let out a 
pleased little smile as she twirled her finger in her 
own passion-moistened cunt while her thumb rubbed Gail's 
clitoris and Gail found herself spreading her legs and 
rolling her buttocks under, completely exposing the 
whole of her open cunt to the other girl.

With a wicked and pleased expression, Kim wiggled down 
on the bed until her shoulders were wedged between 
Gail's thighs and her head bent over Gail's open hot 
cunt Lee took his mouth from her breast and reaching, 
propped a pillow under Gail's head. "I want you to watch 
her eating your pussy," he whispered.

Gail looked, excited by her own undulations as she 
rotated her cunt in front of Kim. Kim cupped her hands 
under Gail's buttocks and tilted her hips so that her 
cunt thrust up. And, as Gail and Lee watched, the tip of 
her red tongue flicked out and licked her clitoris. A 
shudder of pure depraved pleasure wracked Gail's body 
and she moaned, "Oh, God!"

Lee watched as his sister relaxed, her naked body held 
by Kim and himself in a lewd pose, her legs split 
obscenely and her hips rotating and undulating obscenely 
as a look of wicked pleasure twisted her features and 
she narrowed her eyes to slits and peered down between 
her jutting breasts and undulating stomach and saw Kim 
flick her tongue back and forth over her clitoris, 
exciting her even more. Then, as she gasped and moaned, 
she saw Kim's head dip a little and she felt the tip of 
her tongue slide wetly into her cunt.

Her younger brother, beside her, watching with her, 
shifted his weight and cupped one of her huge breasts in 
his hand and nibbled with his teeth then sucked a 
nipple. His free hand groped for her hand, found it, 
grasped it and guided it to her other breast. Gail, her 
eyes closed, cupped the breast willingly as her hips 
moved up and down and she felt the girl's tongue licking 
into her cunt. Nothing mattered any longer but the 
pleasure that depravity could bring her. 

Lee, with his tongue licking her nipple, crammed a 
pillow behind her neck, propping her head up against her 
chest so that she could see Kim's naked body and her 
bobbing head wedged between her legs. With a moan, she 
lifted her knees and spread her heels as wide as they 
could go and felt Kim's hot wiggling tongue sink deeper 
into her lust-maddened cunt. 

Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Lee licking 
and sucking at her breast, sending spasms of pure heated 
pleasure down into her groin where it blended with her 
lewd, ever growing passion. She closed her eyes in 
bliss: she would do whatever he wished, she would even 
make love to Kim if he wanted her to. Absently, moaning 
with a lubricious delight, she stroked the nipple of her 
other breast, then, knowing why her brother had guided 
her hand there, she craned her head and tilted the 
nipple so that she could suck on it, twirl her tongue 
around it while she closed her eyes and felt tongues 
caressing and exciting her everywhere.

With a snarl, Lee shattered the even growing rhythm of 
sucking and licking and Gail's increasingly abandoned 
gyrations by pulling away and saying, "I got an idea, I 
want to see this!"

Kim reluctantly pulled herself free, looking up at Lee 
with dark burning eyes. Gail was writhing on the bed, 
her hands running up and down her body, over her breasts 
and down over her stomach and hips and sliding over her 
cunt while her breath came in sharp little hisses.

"Lay down on your back with your head at the foot of the 
bed," he ordered Kim. She responded with a grin, rolling 
over on her back with her large tanned breasts rolling. 
She bent her knees and spread her legs so that Gail, 
lying beside her, her head at Kim's feet, looked between 
her thighs, at her cunt with its swollen vaginal lips 
and the glistening slit showing, her excitement.

Lee was off the bed and stalking down to the foot of it, 
grinning down at Kim who grinned back up and saw his 
huge thick cock held in his hand. "Get up," he said to 
Gail. "Get up on your knees."

Gail obeyed, rising to her knees with her breasts 
bunching together temptingly, her hips swaying. Every 
nerve in her body was screaming for more of the pleasure 
she had felt and she looked at her brother with that 
funny helpless look in her eye. "Kneel over her," he 
commanded in a low voice. "Kneel over her face with your 
face right over her cunt."

The crude direct obscene command made Goosebumps appear 
on her flesh and she knelt, her knees on either side of 
Kim's head, felt her fingers tingle up and down the 
insides of her thighs, and bent forward, putting her 
weight on her elbows and looking at Kim's hips and her 
widespread legs and the gently throbbing lips of her 
begging young cunt.

Her buttocks facing Lee, she moaned long and low when 
she felt his strong hard hands seize them and order her 
to spread her legs wide. Then, whimpering, her buttocks 
twitching and rearing, she felt him spread the lips of 
her cunt with his thumbs and felt the great thick head 
of his cock press into the warm wet walls of it. She 
cried out her lewd delight as she felt her hips being 
forced apart, felt her cunt stretching painfully as his 
blood-inflated cock head sunk home with a wet obscene 
sluicing sound and she knew that Kim was going to see 
that great cock sawing in and out of her cunt. She was 
going to watch him fuck her into ecstasy and 
insensibility.

Her body responded, her hips thrusting backward as Lee 
thrust in. She wanted to ride the pain of his huge cock, 
ride it past the stretching and past the blunt savage 
head banging relentlessly on her cervix and on to the 
point where she would feel pleasure so intense and thick 
she would wail with delight and beg for more. Then, a 
jolt, like high voltage, ran through her body and she 
stiffened: Kim's tongue was licking her clitoris from 
below while her brother fucked her from behind!

Her mind went wild and they all began moving in an ever 
increasing lewd tempo and, closing her eyes, she bent 
her head and let her tongue lick over the girl's hotly 
distended cunt. Kim responded by letting her hips move 
up and down and they were soon undulating together, 
sweating, in an obscene tempo with Lee gloating over the 
whole thing, cold-bloodedly pulling his long prick out 
of his sister's cunt against her moaning protests and 
bending his knees and guiding his cock into the Indian 
girl's waiting mouth. A few lubricious strokes and he 
pulled out and sunk it back into Gail's waiting cunt.

Then, a sound, a bump, by the door.

It was Rod. He was back. In the apartment, framed 
menacingly in the doorway, staring at the lewd 
intertwined bodies on and over the bed.

Rod had left the apartment in a fury, running to his car 
and roaring off. He had driven with a suicidal abandon, 
screeching around corners until his rational mind took 
control and he found himself on a freeway and slowed 
down and allowed himself time to think. What was he 
going to do? His mind ran amok among several 
possibilities: tell the police, tell their parents, go 
back and beat them to within an inch of their lives, 
never go back, divorce her and, in some way, get even.

More than anything, he wanted to get even. A wild 
overriding fury possessed him and he realized that he 
had been shocked cold sober and, while he made his 
plans, he needed a drink. He pulled off the freeway and 
found a roadside bar. He sat in the cocktail lounge by 
himself gulping a double scotch and downing it at once 
and reordering. 

He sat over the second scotch, staring off. More than 
anything, he wanted to get even. The insane audacity of 
the two of them! Right in his own house while he was in 
the next room! What could he do to get even with a stunt 
like that? A cold cruel grin spread across his face. He 
tossed his scotch off, ordered another and drank it 
while paying the bill.

Back in the car, heading back toward town, he felt his 
head clear and his body calm. He would show them, he 
would fix them. Above all, he would fix her, his 
adulterous young wife.

As he parked the car in front of the apartment, his one 
worry was that they might have gone. Across the street, 
he could see the dirty old man looking out of his front 
window. He grinned coldly. If that old guy only knew...

He tiptoed to his door and listened, holding his breath. 
No sound. He crouched and squinting one eye, peered 
through the keyhole. The apartment was silent but the 
lights were on. In some insane way, he knew they were 
still inside, that they were all in the bedroom. He let 
himself in slowly, turning the key in the lock with 
diabolical slowness, inching the door open silently and 
just as slowly and quietly closing it and turning the 
lock shut. No one was going to run out. He tiptoed 
slowly across the living room, planting each foot 
carefully and slowly leaning his weight onto it before 
taking another step.

He held his breath as he neared the door. He heard low 
muffled sounds and a moan of passion from his wife. The 
bedroom door was half open and, slipping between the 
couch and end table, his back against the wall, he 
looked into the full-length mirror bolted onto the door 
and saw Gail sprawled lewd and naked on the bed, on her 
back with her legs split wide. 

The Indian girl, naked, her beautiful buttocks facing 
him, was crouching between Gail's legs and licking her 
cunt. Rage tore at his throat while lust ripped at his 
groin, swelling his cock as he watched his wife and Kim 
in a lewd lesbian embrace while Lee, naked, on the bed, 
was sucking one of Gail's breasts and, as he watched, 
his breathing growing excited, he saw her cup and bunch 
her free breast and suck on the nipple herself! Her 
lewdness was unbelievable. He watched, bending over the 
table to get a better view of the obscene tableau going 
on in the mirror. His mouth was open and sweat was 
forming on his upper lip as he watched his wife writhe, 
twist and undulate in a lewd passion he, himself, had 
never experienced with her.

Suddenly Lee was pulling away and saying something and 
Rod straightened and flattened against the wall, holding 
his breath, fearful his reflection had been seen in the 
mirror. He listened, his heart pounding, as he heard Lee 
giving orders and the sound of bodies shifting on the 
bed. He waited what seemed an interminable time before 
leaning out and over the end table again. 

They had shifted around and he couldn't see all of them 
so he had to lean further, balancing precariously on one 
hand. He saw Lee and Gail's buttocks crouched over the 
other girl's face. He saw the expression on his wife's 
face as her brother shoved his big cock in her cunt and 
he watched, his heart pounding and his cock rock hard in 
his pants as Lee began enjoying himself, using both of 
the girls in an obscene way while his wife was so 
depraved and excited, he saw her lick Kim's cunt while 
her buttocks twitched and rolled with wild, uninhibited 
pleasure.

Now, now he'd show them. He twisted and with his free 
hand, tried to readjust his throbbing prick in his pants 
and lost his balance and fell with a thump. Instantly, 
all sound stopped in the bedroom. Rod leaped off the end 
table with a snarl and, moving faster than he thought he 
could, was standing snarling in the doorway as Lee 
turned his head to see what made the sound.

For what seemed an eternity of seconds, no one moved or 
said a word. Lee withdrew his prick from his sister and 
pointed a finger. "Now wait a minute," he said in a 
shaky voice, "I ... wait a minute ... I can ..."

"Shut up!" The words hissed through the air and, for 
once in his life, Lee knew he had better remain silent. 
Rod came slowly into the room, looking at the three of 
them, menacing, no man to be fooled with, but possessed 
of an insane coolness and presence of mind. With a jerk 
of his thumb, he said, "Over there!" to Lee and Lee 
obeyed, backing away from the bed.

Gail rolled off of Kim and the two women turned their 
heads to stare at him with frightened eyes. Another jerk 
of his thumb told Kim to scamper off the bed and join 
Lee while Rod stood looking down at his wife with cold 
glittering eyes, a cruel smile playing on his lips. "You 
like to fuck, huh?" he asked in a low quiet voice, "you 
like having fun, huh?" he went on as he slowly undressed 
while Gail cowered and Kim and Lee held their breath. 
"You like acting like a whore, is that it? You like 
feeling like a slut, huh? Turns you on, is that it?" he 
asked as he flung his underwear to the floor and stood 
over his wife, stark naked, his cock swollen and blood 
red, "Well, I'm going to show you what it really feels 
like. On your stomach!" he commanded, the words 
crackling through the air.

Gail, although fearful of her life, obeyed without a 
word. She rolled over on the bed, exposing her 
beautiful, well rounded buttocks. "Spread your knees and 
get up on them!" Again, there was a relentless throb to 
his voice that told her to obey. She got to her knees, 
her head still down on the mattress and spread her legs 
so that she was posed obscenely, her cunt wet and split 
wide.

Rod crawled on the bed without even looking at Kim or 
Lee and spread the cheeks of his young kneeling wife's 
buttocks and let his thumb rub roughly across her tiny 
puckered anus. "This," he said with a twisted grin, his 
voice rough and hoarse, "is what I'm after. The only 
virgin hole she's got left!"

Gail gave a sharp cry of pain as he brutally thrust his 
forefinger into her anus up to the first knuckle joint. 
She felt it pop lewdly in and held it defensively fast 
by the rubbery ring of her anus as he wormed it slowly 
around inside, his fingertip exploring the soft inner 
walls and teasing at the sensitive flesh.

Then, with a suddenness, his finger was pulled out and 
her whole body trembled with fear. She knew without a 
doubt what he was going to do and yet a lewd thrill of 
humiliation ran through her: She felt she deserved it. 
This would be the final depravity, the ultimate 
humiliation: to be sodomized by her outraged husband 
while her brother and the Indian girl watched.

She whimpered as she felt the head of his cock pushing 
at the entrance of her anus, sending hot wires of pain 
shooting electrically through her loins. She lay with 
her eyes shut tight. It was going to be agony, but she 
couldn't stop him. Wildly, obscenely, she didn't want to 
stop him!

She began crying from the pain and pleaded in an 
incoherent trembling voice, only unintelligible sounds 
of fear coming from her throat as she felt the iron hard 
cock pushing into her back there as he leaned his weight 
forward and felt her anal mouth expanding until she felt 
sure it would split. "Agggghhhhhhhhha!" she cried as she 
felt the huge hammering head pop through the tiny 
puckered entrance. The pain was so great that even Rod 
grimaced as he felt her virginal anal walls snap tight 
and choking, around his cock. Biting his lips, he pushed 
further, feeling it sinking deeper and deeper in, the 
smooth rubbery tightness beginning to be a new lewd 
thrill.

Gail felt she would pass out from the pain and she 
screamed and saw stars dancing in front of her eyes. But 
her enraged husband only pushed harder, sinking in 
another cruel lust-hardened inch with the flesh locking 
tight around his cock as he wormed further and further 
up into her tightly constricting anal walls. Slowly, 
diabolically, he pulled out with her anal flesh clinging 
obscenely to the cock as though it were glued there. 
Savagely, then he began thrusting in and out, fucking 
into and ravaging her rectum insanely as she screamed 
and cried futilely for mercy.

Lee and the Indian girl were huddled by the wall, 
watching Rod ruthlessly sodomize his wife. They grew 
excited and caressed one another. Lee, feeling his old 
manic aggressiveness coming back, put his hands on the 
girl's shoulders and forced her to her knees where she 
took his cock in her hands and sucked hungrily on the 
tip while they watched the scene on the bed.

Rod found himself full of a sadistic sexual power as he 
began fucking his wife's back passage brutally, his own 
excitement growing as he felt her body reacting and her 
whimpering words spill out between screams. He used all 
his weight, and strength to drive his cock home and, as 
she screamed, he began sawing in and out in a wild, 
abandoned rhythm, determined to shoot his cum deep up 
into her anus and fill her adulterous, incestuous little 
belly to the bursting point.

Lee, his hips moving lewdly, his cock gliding in and out 
of Kim, the other girl's mouth, watched his sister being 
savagely fucked and felt his own brutal excitement 
growing. And, as he watched, he saw Gail's body slowly 
begin to roll and writhe like a bitch in heat, saw her 
firm, rounded young breasts jiggle obscenely on the 
mattress below her. The expression on her face was 
changing from intense pain to intense pleasure. The 
sounds torn from her throat were turning to moans and 
mewings of pleasure. "She's liking it!" he said in a 
whisper of disbelief.

Gail was loving it! She was beyond the pain now and 
loving her humiliation! "F-f-fuck me harder, d-darling!" 
she breathed ecstatically.

"Rod!" Lee called, "turn her over and we'll both give 
her cock!" his brother-in-law called.

In his savage lewd mood, Rod found he was capable of 
doing anything. Lee's suggestion seemed like a way for 
him to show his further contempt. Holding Gail tightly 
by her slim waist, his cock buried in her anus, he 
rolled her over on top of him until she lay sprawled, 
her breasts and legs spreading.

Her brother and the other girl hurried to the bed and 
looked at her loveliness as she lay with her legs spread 
wide, the hilt of her husband's cock buried deep up in 
her wide-stretched asshole and her cunt wet, wide, and 
waiting. Instantly, her brother was on top of her and 
shoving his virile young cock deep in her open, 
receptive cunt while she moaned and tried to move in 
time between them. She could feel the two hardened male 
cocks inside of her, moving independently of each other, 
separated only by a thin wall of excited flesh between 
rectum and vagina.

The Indian girl was on the bed, lying next to the trio. 
"Me next!" she breathed as she caressed their bodies and 
kissed their mouths. Each of them pawed and caressed her 
nakedly twisting body with their free hands as they 
began moving in rhythm to one another, building toward 
the wildest of orgasms ever.

"Do it to me," the tightly sandwiched Gail cried through 
lust contorted lips, "fuck me... fuck me harder... I 
want to cum... Please, oh, God, I want to cum..."

The dually fucking cocks, husband and brother, plunged 
into her again and again, grinding and twisting their 
hips lewdly as they fucked crazily in and out of her 
wide-stretched cunt and rectum. The two men could both 
feel their balls begin to swell and ache as the 
beautiful, naked young body of their wife and sister 
began suddenly to writhe even more violently between 
their sweating bodies.

Gail whimpered again and again as the two cocks plunged 
deep up into her screaming belly, her husband's 
stretching the virginal end of her rectum that gripped 
the sperm-swollen head like warm, buttery honey. 
Forgotten was the humiliation of being taken like a slut 
by her own brother and husband at the same time, or the 
obscene, pleading words still pouring half coherently 
out of her open mouth. All that mattered now was the 
wild, raging fire swirling out of control in her body 
flaming higher and higher by the two cocks fucking 
crazily into the dual passageways up between her 
widespread legs.

Gail jerked her thighs back to open her cunt more to her 
younger brother as she felt his cock buried deep in her 
womb begin spurting hot and wet into her belly. At the 
same time, she ground her buttocks down tight onto the 
impaling cock of her husband as it, too, suddenly 
erupted deep up into her bowels. She squirmed tightly 
against both their groins, holding both the hotly 
spurting cocks deep in her body as her vagina and rectum 
both convulsed crazily sucking the last of her husband 
and brother's hot thick cream deep into bowels and 
belly. 

And then... she, too, screamed... as her own orgasm 
lashed like wildfire through her nakedly dancing body, 
the violence of her cumming bouncing her helplessly 
between them. She writhed and twisted, clutching her 
younger brother tight in her arms and dropping her legs 
out to the side locked her feet tightly under the knees 
of her husband as she fucked out her passion like a 
wild, animal bitch in heat.

And then it was over. With a soft mewling sound her body 
went limp between them, her head rolling slowly to the 
side as a louder groan escaped her lips as the now half-
hard cocks slipped wetly out of her sperm-flooded anus 
and vagina.

There was silence for awhile, broken only by the heavy 
recuperative breathing coming from them all. And then, 
Gail felt her legs being spread wide again and the 
softness of feminine hair tickling her inner thighs as a 
slowly licking female tongue worked hungrily at the 
sperm-covered lips of her open pussy. "Oh, God," she 
moaned inwardly, "Is this what the camper and those 
teen-age boys would have been like?"


-= Chapter 8 =-

The scene is upper New York state. A small sleepy town 
of quiet respectability. Outside of town, there is a 
small junior college. The time is autumn -- Indian 
summer -- and the trees have burst in a riot of color. 
Russets, reds, flaming oranges, and sun-bright yellows 
decorate the campus as leaves fall and whirl in the 
wind. There is the nipping hint of a cold winter to come 
in the air. Buzz Bierbeck, the football coach waits on 
the commons for his friend, Hank Morrison, history 
teacher, to join him. They will wend their way off 
campus to a local bar where they will have a drink and 
conversation before going home to their wives.

Buzz sees Hank approaching, walking in his slouching way 
with his ever-present pipe dangling from his teeth. He 
looks beyond Hank, past his shoulder, as he sees Gail 
Hanover, Mrs. Rod Hanover, come out of the 
administration building and walk to the parking lot. 
Buzz ran his fingers through his crewcut and nodded in 
her direction as Hank sauntered up. "Damn, don't know 
what it is, but I'd sure like to make it with that 
bitch." Hank turned to appreciate Gail with sleepy eyes. 
As they watched, one of the students called, "Mrs. 
Hanover!" and ran to catch up with her.

"That?" Hank asked as they watched Gail and the boy 
talking together. "Better forget about that. She's a 
real straight arrow. The word is out: she won't stand 
for any pass."

"Look at that figure," Buzz enthused. "Damn, why does 
she dress like an old maid?"

"Like I said, she's pretty square and very much in love 
with a husband in Vietnam."

"Yeah. Too bad. There's just something about her, some 
kind of look on her face."

Hank laughed and slapped his friend on the back. "Forget 
it. Listen, of all the broads in this town, that is the 
least likely. No hank-panky for Mrs. Gail Hanover, 
believe me."

Gail's conversation with the young boy couldn't be 
heard. All the two instructors could see were their lips 
moving and their mouths smiling. An agreement was made 
and they said goodbye and Gail went smiling to her car.

It might be hard to recognize her from the girl in San 
Diego of a few months before. She wore her hair in a 
tight severe bun. Horn rimmed glasses perched on her 
nose. She wore little or no makeup and her dresses were 
long and she generally wore tweed suits that helped to 
hide her voluptuous form. At the school, working in 
administration, she was known as cool and efficient, all 
business. The boys at the school seemed to like her and 
she seemed interested in their problems and could be 
seen talking with them on breaks and at lunchtime.

Tonight, she was driving home with a smile on her face. 
She rented a little house near the campus. She liked it 
because it was warm, friendly, and excluded from 
neighbors.

At home, she read the day's mail. A curt letter from Rod 
in Vietnam, saying the war was dragging on. A letter 
from Lee and Kim out in California, saying they were 
going to visit her next summer. She put the letters away 
and began preparing for the evening. Daylight saving 
made the dark come early and she smiled at the prospect.

Nightfall found her standing by the window, looking out, 
a drink and cigarette in her hand. It was a different 
girl from the one seen earlier on the campus. Her hair 
was let down to fall in wild billows. Makeup accentuated 
the sensuous features of her face. She was wearing high 
heels and black open-net stockings held in place by a 
garter belt. A silk kimono slipped from one shoulder as 
she jiggled the ice in her drink and sipped as she 
looked down at the snowy mounds of her breasts naked 
under the kimono. 

The lights were low, music was playing on the tape 
recorder and soon, soon, the young boys would be coming. 
Coming from the college, ostensibly on their way into 
town to see a movie. She closed her eyes and smiled. 
Young boys with strong slim naked bodies and erect 
cocks, young boys so cruel and demanding in their youth, 
young boys who would fuck her like a street whore and 
make her do obscene things. Young men who seemed 
inexhaustible and insatiable. She grinned, drained her 
drink and brushed her hair from her eyes as she walked 
to the bar to pour another stiff drink.

She needed to be fortified for the coming evening. It 
promised to be a long one. How many were there coming, 
she wondered. Six. Six young horny men alone with her. 
With a throaty hard laugh, she said aloud, "Looks like I 
made it to that camper after all."

The End

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