Sisters in heat - erotic stories, sex tales
Life is filled with periods of transition, and it all starts at birth, when a baby is yanked from the warmth and safety of the womb. No less traumatic for most children is the transition from the protective environment of the home, to the sometimes frightening school environment. And then comes the time when one must decide -- often involuntarily -- what to do with one's life.
Transition all of us must make. Indeed, life itself seems to be a never-ending string of transitions.
In this frank novel, two sisters are faced with changes which greatly affect their personal lives as well as their relationship with their family.
Robin, the younger sister, has become her brother's lover because of a series of misfortunate circumstances, and Marcia, the older girl, has sought the love of an uncle because she needs protection and advice.
Both girls strive to lead normal lives, but forces exist over which they seem to have little control.
Society condemns their actions, but are they really guilty?
SISTERS IN HEAT -- a work of fiction, yes, but a story with a message for all.
Robin smiled into the mirror, admiring her firm titties. She liked Saturdays. Liked this one too though something seemed to be missing. Stevie of course. He'd been gone a week now and though Mom and Dad had still not gotten over it, no one really talked about it. It was all so dumb. An argument over... what? Everyone had forgotten. But Steve had tossed all his things in his jeep and taken off. Robin knew where he was staying of course. A little apartment down by the river. Steve had made her promise not to tell the folks. He'd promised in return that she could come see him. This weekend!
Robin pulled a red T-shirt over her firm, small breasts and tucked it into her shorts. It was funny how a person got used to having someone around. Steve was a pretty neat brother. Weekends had always been a special time for her to fool around with her big brother. Steve had taught her a lot about auto-mechanics and she'd loved being able to do something that even a lot of boys couldn't cut. She could do a tune-up on the jeep easy now. Change a tire.
Steve was twenty-one, three years older than Robin. But Robin never felt like he pulled his age on her. He treated her as an equal. Though his friends generally didn't. Their looks embarrassed her sometimes. And she always made a defense by acting tomboyish.
She tied her tennies and went down the hall to the dining room. Her sister Marcia was brooding over a grapefruit, winding a strand of silky, brown hair around a forefinger. Marcia was just about to turn twenty-one. She'd been to college a few years and quit and come home. She'd tried a couple of secretarial jobs, quit and come home. She dated sometimes, but not much of late. Robin had never been too close to her, but lately they were practically like beings from two different planets.
"Hi, Marcia." Marcia was really a knockout. Even in the morning with a robe on she looked sexy.
"You look like you're going to a motorcycle race." Robin poured herself a glass of orange juice. She looked pleasantly across at her sis. She didn't mind Marcia's kidding.
"Nope." She finished the juice and found a half piece of toast. She felt Marcia's look.
"When are you going to start dating, Robin? I mean, don't you think it's about time you started to learn about men."
"I'm not so dumb about men." Robin chewed the toast.
"Yeah, I know," Marcia went on, "you fight with them and race them and all that kind of stuff."
"I don't fight with them."
"I bet you could though. I bet you hate males deep down inside. You're a person with deep mental problems, Robin. You're repressing your libido and sexual drives..." Marcia had come awake. She looked chair and ready for a long argument.
Robin swallowed the toast. She could see that Marcia was waiting for her to come back.
"You haven't had a whirlwind of dates yourself lately." The toast was stuck in her throat but Robin didn't let Marcia know. The orange juice helped.
"Oh, but I have one tonight. I've been saving everything for him." Marcia arched her eyebrows and quit fooling with her hair. Robin's sister was a regular beauty queen. She could see Marcia's large tits even through the terrycloth robe. "He drives a Continental. Not a new one, but one of those classics made in the forties." Marcia licked her lips. "White with leather seats."
Robin was impressed. She shrugged her shoulders. "Big deal. What is he, a tie salesman?" She could see that she'd gotten under Marcia's skin.
"Well, at least I won't be arm-wrestling him." Marcia stood up and the front of her robe parted slightly. Robin saw that she was naked underneath. Not even a pair of panties. Mom wouldn't approve.
"I don't arm-wrestle."
"Oh, I see. You just wrestle."
Robin felt her face redden. Marcia smiled, walked sexily around the table. She eyed Robin.
"You'd better start wearing a bra, little Sis. You're going to find some male's paw wrapped around one of those little titties some afternoon when you're bending over a busted engine."
Robin pressed her lips together hard. She couldn't think of one Goddamn thing to say back. Marcia opened the robe more, let her see a big tit. And despite her effort not to look, Robin found herself staring. Marcia's tit was big and round and high on her chest. The nipple was dark, the areola was dark too with little bumps around it. Down along the undercurve of the lovely breast was a tiny mole. Robin could only think of her own, small titties. They weren't much. She felt suddenly very inadequate standing there before her big sis.
"I gotta go."
"Oh, Robin?"
Robin turned.
"You have some grease under your thumbnail," Marcia cooed. "Just thought you might like to know. Or is that part of your appeal?"
"Fuck you," Robin said, her voice husky with anger. She went out the front door and down the walk. She could hear Marcia laughing in the house. She almost walked right past her mother, bent down behind her rose bushes.
"Oh Robin, you're up." Her mother brushed a strand of hair out of her eyes and smiled. "Where are you going, darling?"
"Somewhere... to Betty's house I guess."
"You will be home or lunch, won't you? I worry about you not eating on weekends."
"I'll get something at Betty's."
"Do take care, Robin. Do you have any money?"
"Yeah." She was already turning down the walk. She wanted to get to Steve's before he cut out somewhere. Her mother was calling something after her.
"Ask around for Steve, would you please, Robin? Your father isn't taking this whole thing very well at all. At least Steve might call us. You don't know where he is, do you?"
"No Mom, I don't," Robin called back. She started to jog. At the end of the block her T-shirt was rubbing her nipples. They had begun to grow the past year and Robin wasn't used to the new sensation. They were a bother, always rubbing on something. She stopped jogging and wondered if maybe Marcia was right about the bra. Marcia never wore one though. She thought it was unliberated.
Robin saw the bus four blocks away, hissing down on a curb. She leaned against a light pole and let her palms slide up over her T-shirted tits. The nipples expanded immediately, pressed hotly against her palms. The sensation seemed to be wired to other parts of her body. Her ears glowed and between her legs.
"Oh Jesus Christ..." she breathed, taking her hands away.
She got on the bus.
***
Steve's apartment was at the back of an old house on Trumble Street.
Robin saw the yellow jeep parked in the alley and knew she must be at the right place. She knocked lightly on the pane of the door. She stood on her tiptoes and tried to peek inside. It looked dark. She tapped again. Nothing. But the knob turned in her hand and she pushed it open and went in. Funny smell. Like leaves burning.
"Steve?"
"Huh?" There was a lump in the bed that moved a little. She saw his tousled blond hair.
"Hey, it's me. Robin!" She stepped across his clothes in the middle of the small room. "It smells funny in here. Like something's burning."
"How ya doing, Robin?" Steve's voice sounded blurred, heavy.
Robin looked down at his handsome face, the wideset, blue eyes. Funny but she'd never thought of Stevie being handsome before. Robin felt a sudden urge to kiss him, to beg him to come back home. Instead she pounced on his belly with her knees and grabbed at his wrists.
"You must think you're smart," she laughed, "just because you got a place all your own now."
"Hey come on...!" He twisted away but she had a knee on his belly still, pinning his shoulders. He grabbed her middle with both hands and tried to shove her over. Robin laughed and hung on, but Steve was waking up now. He was laughing tickling her hard.
"Remember when we used to wrestle until we always ended up breaking something?" she gasped, grabbing at his hand.
"Yeah. Dad would raise hell." Steve wiggled his fingers up under her arm and Robin screeched with agonizing joy. Stevie always could tickle the shit out of her, tickle her until she couldn't breathe, tickle her until she almost passed out.
Steve got a leg out from under the covers and caught one of her thighs in a scissor hold. Robin felt her shorts pull up between the lips of her cunt. It felt funny and her tits were being rubbed too hard again. Her breath came in panting little gasps. Then she realized that her brother had nothing on but a T-shirt.
Steve pushed her down by the wrists and pinned her easily. She snapped her teeth at him and grinned. They were both breathing hard. She arched her back and fought to bounce him off her, but couldn't. She felt happy, wrestling just like they'd done so many times growing up. But there was something different too. Something very, very strange about the room, about Steve... about the way his warm, naked thighs felt pressing between hers.
"What is that funny smell, Stevie?"
"You can't get up, can you?" he whispered, blue eyes daring her.
She started to struggle again, working her hips, trying to slide them to one side. She couldn't close her thighs because her brother had wedged his down between them. It felt so... unfamiliar. They'd wrestled before. But the rub of Steve's chest against her titties was making her breathe strangely.
Those damned tits, why were they getting in the way! And there was a tingly sensation in her cunt. Every time she tried to work her pelvis so she could slide out from under Steve's body, her shorts pulled tighter into her crack. And there was something else pushing there too. It was Steve. It was Steve's cock!
"Okay... uncle...!" She whimpered and bucked herself upward against him. "Steve, come on, let me up."
"Robin, I'm glad you came over." His lips moved wetly against her neck when he spoke. Robin had never felt anything in her life quite like that. She moved her head slightly, frowning at the sensation, wondering about it. Steve was moving his body in a strange kind of way. He was rubbing himself against her crotch. She could feel his cock. It was hard and seemed bigger than she'd remembered when she'd caught a glance of her brother in the tub or getting into swimming trunks.
"You're really glad I came over?" She knew she'd said it so he would talk again.
"Yeah... I sure am."
"Mmmmm," Robin moaned. She was dizzy, breathless. She had no idea what was happening except that it felt strangely good. She could smell the sleepy musk of Steve's body, his slightly funky breath that had a tinge of smoke on it. But Steve didn't smoke. Not that she knew anyway.
She tried to catch her breath. It came in short puffs. Steve was moving his hips quickly now. She experienced guilt, a feeling of treading on forbidden paths.
They weren't wrestling any more. Steve was doing something entirely different. And as his hands tightened on her wrists, pinned them higher above her head, Robin felt panic.
"Let me up... Steve, can you hear me?"
"Robin... Ohhh God..." He was kissing her neck now. She tried to bring her chin down but couldn't. The touch of his lips... they were like nothing she'd dreamed of even.
"Steeeevie..."
She tried to work her hips to the side again, tried to twist them out from under Steve's plunging body. But he had her good now. He was raking his hard cock up against the soft, damp meat of her cunt. Even through a pair of silk panties and her shorts, she could feel his prick.
He let go of her wrists and wrapped his arms around her back. She felt his fingers sliding down against the small of her back where the T-shirt was hiked up. His fingers were warm.
"Noooo. Oh Jesus no, no, no!"
He was trying to kiss her on the mouth. Robin moved her head to the side. He kissed her ear instead. He was making grunting noises. His body had gone rigid and he had spread his knees against the undersides of her thighs.
Robin whimpered with fear and tried to push him away. Why was she so damned weak all of a sudden? She had no fight left, nothing left except the odd, burning sensations that were spreading like ripples on a pond, spreading out from the core of her pussy. Yes, she thought of it with that word now... soft and wet and shivery.
Pussy.
Cock.
Her brother's cock.
"Uhhh... Robin..."
Something hot and wet and sticky spurted against the inside of her thigh. Robin knew what was happening. Something she'd read about, heard whispers about at school. It was the way males fucked. The female was the receptacle for the male sperm. The tiny, tadpole-like things wiggled their way up the female's vagina and into the warmth of the womb.
Robin screamed. It wasn't a loud scream nor hysterical. It was only a shrill whistle of air past her vocal cords, hardly a scream at all.
Steve was on his knees, his face red and glazed with shock. He grabbed the end of the sheet and began to mop wildly at the slimy mess that dribbled in whitish strings from her tan thigh.
Robin was panting hard, propped up on her elbows watching him. Their eyes met for an instant, but didn't hold. Steve rubbed furiously at the cum.
"I'll get something from the bathroom, a damp wash rag'll get it off..." He bounced off the bed.
Robin glimpsed his cock before his back was turned and the size of it made her breath catch. She'd never guessed that Steve had anything like that heavy-looking appendage. His cock was absolutely huge! At least six inches long... no more than that. And thick and purple around the tip. That tip, that flared, swollen end had almost made her dizzy with shock. It didn't look human at all, didn't resemble the tiny, shriveled organ of her brother when they'd played in the tub together years before.
When Steve came back in the room, he kept his eyes averted. He knelt beside her. Robin grabbed the rag from his hand and sat up.
"Let me do it."
Steve found a pair of underwear and started pulling them on. She didn't want to look, but she did anyway. The cock between her brother's legs was sagging now but still big. There was a droplet of milky fluid hanging from the pisshole at the tip. Blond curls framed the shaft and the loosely hanging balls. Then white cotton skivyes hid it from her eyes. She bit her bottom lip and mopped gingerly at the crotch of her shorts.
"I'm sorry." He just wouldn't look at her.
Robin wished she could think of something to say. She didn't know how she felt. Except that her emotions were a swirling, trembly mess inside her.
Steve got into a pair of faded Levi's and put his sneakers on without socks.
"Look, I'm taking the jeep out for a run. Out to Three Hills. You want to come?"
Robin caught a braid rubbed it against the underside of her chin.
"Mom and Dad are really missing you." It wasn't at all what she was thinking about, but it would have to do for conversation.
"I'm not going back." Steve went into the kitchen and put some water on to boil.
Robin looked at him. The muscles in his back were bigger than she remembered. His T-shirt cut in tight below his arms and clung against the curving lumps of his chest. She could seethe blond hair below his navel peeking out from under the T-shirt. It made her think of other blond hair further down. She looked at her thighs. The cum was drying, making a thin, white skin. She dug at it with a blunt fingernail. She was shaking again. She was coming apart inside and her damned old brother was making coffee in the kitchen and acting like nothing had ever happened.
"Steve."
He came quickly across to her and, when she stood up, he hugged her.
"It was my fault, Robin. Come on, I'm gonna fix some coffee and then we'll get something to take with us to eat and drive the jeep out to Three Hills. You can drive when we get out of the city."
"Yeah... Okay..." Robin wiped tears with the back of her hand. Steve kissed her hair, patted her shoulder and went back into the tiny kitchenette.
She stood there in the middle of the room, feeling his cum drying on her legs, thinking that she'd never had a boy hug her as tightly as Steve had on the bed that morning. The day was different now. It would always be different from now on. Things would never be the same. Never, never, never.
Marcia sat fingering her gold watch. The one Sam Philbert had given her the week before. She thought of it as a reminder of payments yet to be made. A girl didn't get anything free nowadays. And though Sam could afford it, afford as easily as he had afforded the white Lincoln and his fancy clothes and the big house he'd showed her pictures of... thought he could afford to give away a gold watch, Marcia knew what was coming. She'd known when she'd let him put the soft, glittery band around her thin wrist and fasten it.
She stood up and walked nervously to the window. Her silky dress clung around her waist, crackling with static electricity. She smelled her soapy fresh body and the tinge of fragrant musk she'd applied at her wrists, behind her ears.
Sam was late. Marcia sat down on the couch and lit her second cigarette of the hour.
"Sam not here yet?" her mother said, swishing happily into the room.
"He'll be here soon."
"Oh, I'm sure he will." Her mother sat down across from her. "He's such a nice young man. I wish that your sister would start acting her age, start dating a few boys. She worries me to death."
"Robin's not the type."
"Oh, don't I know that." Her mother patted her greying hair. "It's funny how Robin and Steve were always close and you two girls fought so. I'm only hoping that your sister can talk some sense into that boy's head, get him to come back home."
Marcia stood up, sucked awkwardly at the cigarette. "Don't wait up for me tonight, Mom. Sam said something about keeping me out late."
"Oh?"
"A party. Special kind of party with some friends of his."
"Well, I trust you, Marcia. I always have I guess. Even when you wanted to drop out of college, I told your father that I thought you were smart enough to know what you wanted."
Marcia heard the car pulling up in the drive. She grabbed her sweater. "Night, Mom."
Her mother came over and took her gently by the shoulders.
"Marcia... I... well I never talked to you must about what girls should know... about men. I just hope that you use good sense... you know what I mean."
"Everything's all right, Mom." She leaned forward to kiss the wrinkled, slightly damp forehead. "Everything's just fine."
***
They were just sliding onto the freeway before Sam turned to look at her. He smiled.
Marcia smiled back. His dark hair hung in heavy curls over his forehead. He was older than he looked. Or maybe his age didn't matter, his physical age anyway. She could see him as a boy, the kind of kid that had dirty pictures and showed off the dirty rubber he carried to the others. The boy who talked incessantly about pussy and cunt. Talked about it in a twisted, vulgar way.
For an instant Marcia wondered why she had let Sam put that damned gold watch on her wrist the weekend before. Four dates they'd had. Four too many. She was in over her head now. She was trembling. She clasped her fingers together.
"You smell like something against the law, baby." Sam's eyes were shining like snake eyes. "I thought I'd stop by my room at the Hilton and we'd have a little drink before going over to the party. You hungry for anything?"
"No." She'd said it too quickly, too tightly.
Sam took an exit ramp. The streetlights were on and Marcia could see the twinkling glitter of neons beginning to change the night.
A doorman met the car at the hotel entrance, bowed courteously when Sam pushed a five-dollar bill into his palm. Marcia was watching the Lincoln glide away to the parking ramp when Sam squeezed her elbow and pulled her against him.
An evening wind caught her long brown hair and blew it back from her face. Sam looked at her like his mouth was about to water. She thought of the room they were heading for, thought of how it would be as the elevator doors cinched closed behind them. When the indicator read floor ten, Sam let his fingers slip down over her hip, down to the firm swell of her ass. The silk dress warmed to his touch. She gasped as a finger pressed into the crevice of her buttocks.
"Sam... not now."
Marcia knew she was purer than Sam thought she was. She had been fucked by only one other man in her life. In the back seat of a car. A drive-in movie. She'd been nineteen. Her broken cherry had bled for an hour and the pain.
Sam's fingers squeezed her arm.
"Here's our floor, baby... something wrong?"
She stared at the hallway, the red carpet, the silent closed doors. Then she let him pull her from the elevator and down the hall. Her knees felt like rubber. She was faint and weak.
"Come on," Sam breathed against her ear, opening the door. "Come on inside and relax..."
***
"You'd better fill this for me," Marcia said, holding her empty glass up.
The drink had helped a lot. She wanted more help. She was sweaty under the arms. Her silk dress made her skin feel tingly and strange. Damned new dress. She wished she'd worn a bra. But she didn't own one. How damned silly. What was wrong with her anyway? She was a big girl now. She could control things.
Sam came across the room. He never made any noise when he walked. Like a snake. He sat beside her and she took the glass from him. He put his lips against the side of her neck while she sipped. She didn't react, held her senses back... tried not to feel the hard, hot tip of his tongue.
"Mmmmm, that tickles."
Sam curved a hand around the top of her thigh where the silk dress ended. Her skin crawled. He had his jacket off, shirt unbuttoned. Marcia could see the thick, dark chest curls, could smell his cologne. Not a bad smell. She couldn't look into his eyes.
"You have the body and face of a model," he said, whispering into her ear. She felt him trace the outline of her ear with his tongue. "But I told you that last week, didn't I?"
"Yes." She dared to let him see her eyes for a moment.
"You have nice eyes too."
Marcia got up and smoothed the dress on her hips. She downed the drink suddenly, almost choking on it. Sam stood behind her, his arms pulled her back against his body. She felt that stiffness in his pants. It was arranged so that it jutted up between the silk-covered halves of her ass. Funny how she felt that.
"You seem nervous. Maybe I'd better help you calm down a little."
His mouth was on the back of her neck. He was holding her long hair up so he could get to it good. Marcia closed her eyes and tried to breathe evenly, tried to think of nothing at all. His tongue snaked wetly against her skin. She felt the instinctive excitement.
He was pulling her back hard against his hardness. She felt his prick pressing deeper into her asscrack. She moved slightly to free herself, but Sam only grunted and held her tighter. He was working on her ear now, biting the lobe.
"I think you're about ready to have a little fun, sweetheart..." His fingers smoothed her flat belly, searched down a thigh for the edge of the silk dress, found it and hooked under. The inside of her thigh burned wherever his fingers traced. She sighed aloud now. She didn't want him to do it, but she sighed.
He wasn't going to fuck her. That was all there was to it. She knew ways of keeping him from doing that. She knew...
"Sam."
"Come on." He put an arm around her and dragged her toward the bed. He was so much stronger than she thought.
She heard his pants sliding off as he pushed her back on the mattress. She smelled his musk. He was clean, but there was a heavy, musky heat about him. She closed her eyes and searched frantically down his belly for that thing she had to find and control. She didn't want to touch his cock. She had never touched a prick in her life. And when the hot tip of his cock brushed her hand, she pulled back.
"Big enough for you, baby?"
"Mmmmm."
Why was he so crude, so coarse? Why was she here in the hotel room with him? He was fumbling at the wristwatch now, slipping it from her as if he still owned it. He put it on the table by the bed and then kissed her wrist.
"You know I can't let you do anything tonight," she whispered, touching his head with her other hand.
"How come?"
"I had to go off the pill," she lied. She had never been on it. "It was giving me headaches."
"So?"
"So I'm really a very fertile girl. And the time of the month is just perfect for..." she shrugged, "you know."
Sam began to twist her brown hair in his fingers. She smiled, pretending to like it, but the twisting got tighter until her head was pulled back. Then it hurt. She looked wide-eyed and frightened into his eyes.
"Look, baby, I think it's about time you and I reached some understanding." He wound more hair around his fingers and brought her head back until her neck ached.
"Ohhh... that hurts... Sam."
"I don't like a cunt fooling around with me too much... like you been doing."
"Sam..." Her stomach bucked with fear. He was hurting her good now, really hurting her. His other hand reached up and took the top of the silk dress and yanked it down. The material came apart and Marcia felt one tit bounce free.
"I been wanting to see your tits for a month. I been acting real nice and proper, too, and you coming on like they're the crown jewels."
He tore the rest of the silk away. Marcia felt her nakedness, felt her nipples fill with blood.
And when Sam put his mouth around one dark areola, she bit her lip hard enough to taste blood. His fingers kept her head pulled back.
"Ohhhh... please don't, Sam."
"Sam's gonna do what the fuck he wants to tonight, baby." He tongued her nipple, sucked it deep between his teeth and nibbled. He brought her head upright again. "I could have any chick in this town but I wanted you. Ever since I first saw you come out of that store I wanted you. You think I'd give a damn if I hadn't shown you a good time, bought you that damn watch?"
"Maybe you should take the watch back, Sam." She wished she hadn't said it, but it was too late.
His eyes hardened.
"The watch is yours. And you belong to Sam Philbert now." He sneered. "The boys are going to see you tonight and know that your sweet little ass belongs to me."
Marcia dropped her eyes. She wanted to cry.
"You stick with me and you'll have a lot of nice things. You can have any damned thing you want, you stick with me. I'm going to Mexico City next month and you can come along. Eddy and the boys are going to like you. You got some real class, honey."
He pressed his lips against hers. But it wasn't the kiss that made her groan with surprise. It was Sam's fingers that had pushed up the inside of her thigh and twisted aside the silk crotchpiece of her panties. She felt her clit forced down into the seeping folds of her pussy. She felt him rubbing it, rubbing it too hard.
She squirmed her hips, tried to move her cunt away from the touch. A thumb slipped into her cunt and wiggled as deep as it would go. She gasped for air against Sam's kiss and pushed against his shoulders.
Sam slapped them away, rolled her over onto her stomach. He held her wrists together at the small of her back.
Marcia heard silk tearing. Her dress. Her beautiful dress. The silk wrapped around her wrists. Sam was quick. So quick to go after what he wanted. The silk tightened until she felt the blood slow to her fingers. He knotted it expertly.
The bed punched down next to her face. He was kneeling there, pulling her up by the shoulders. She felt his cock brush her forehead.
"Oh God... what... Sam... what?"
She wished she hadn't had that second drink. She was helpless. Sam made her dry lips press against the purple, warm tip of his cock. It wasn't so big. Average? How could she know anything like that. His cock wasn't so big as to scare her, but it did. His prick was white, very white. With veins. But the tip wasn't white. Purple and blue and spongy.
She shuddered when he pushed her closed lips down again. She wanted to tell him to stop, but that would mean opening her mouth. Fingers... fingers probing at her jaw, pushing in until it hurt.
"Ahhhh!" she cried and Sam forced her mouth open.
Marcia felt faint and dizzy from the unexpected sensation. It was starting to dawn on her... this hotel room, her hands bound with silk behind her back. This man kneeling before her with the tip of his cock inside her mouth. Spit leaked from the corners of her mouth.
She tugged at the silken bonds. He forced her head down, holding her under the chin, finger against her throat as if he might choke her for the fun of it. The cock was being drenched with her spit, growing slick. His cock was so hot.
She began to sob.
"That's just fine, honey. I can get off real nice on crying women. I like to hear them cry."
The domed, slick glans of his cock was deep in her mouth now. It slid against the soft slickness of her tongue. She knew that she was only an inch away from gagging.
Sam twisted her hair, gave her that inch. Then he was yanking her back as her convulsions made her throat cinch around the flared ridge of his swollen cock. Down again, forcing her head forward and twisting it. Then quickly back.
Her stomach ached from the sudden spasm. Tears of fear and hurt lined her cheeks. She felt one warm droplet hang from her chin.
"Move your tongue, baby! Like you're licking a popsicle!"
The thick hand tightened in her hair. Marcia let her tongue trace the bulged shape along the underside of the cock. His prick was swollen tight with blood. It was hot too and very, very smooth.
She didn't like it, didn't like the cock she was being forced to suck... and yet there was some other side, another part of her that responded to that swollen prick between her lips. Just so he wouldn't ram his cock into her throat again. She licked, hoping to entertain him enough... enough for that anyway.
"You never sucked a man's cock before... I can tell." He smoothed the side of her face. "I didn't mean to be so rough, Marcia. I mean, I dig you plenty. I dig you more than any other chick I've had."
He pulled her face away from his hot cock. It slipped over her bottom lip. She looked dazedly at the swaying cock half a foot from her mouth. She looked wearily up at Sam. Her back and neck ached from being in such an agonizing position.
She wished he would let her up onto her knees. He let her hair go and her head flopped down into the softness of a pillow. She didn't try to get loose. She felt suspended, floating. Her cunt was too wet, too warm. It felt uncomfortable, as if it were leaking through her panties.
Footsteps.
The bed sagged behind her as Sam crawled onto it. He bent to kiss the backs of her knees. She didn't move a muscle. Marcia closed her eyes tight and thought of her bed at home.
Then the room, the man with the snake eyes and hard hands came back in a rush. She started to sob quietly, muffling the sounds in the pillow as best she could. Sam had pierced her silk panties with the tip of something sharp. She felt the brush of steel for a moment, the side of a blade. The silk opened to the razor sharpness. She felt the tension of the silk as it parted back to expose her cunt. He was opening the crotchpiece of her underwear with a knife.
The tiny snap of a switch, the buzz of something made Marcia's slender body go rigid. She tried to turn, but Sam pushed her shoulder and forced her face down again.
"I got a nice surprise for you, honey. This always works as an ice breaker." Another snapped switch, more buzz. "Two work even better than one."
Marcia knew that the tickles at the cheeks of her ass were vibrators. Those bullet-shaped things she saw for sale as cosmetic aids in department stores. Sam had two of them. He was rubbing the tickling tips over the round swells of her ass. He was working them up and down, pushing a dildo into her asshole. Instinctively she pinched her cheeks together.
Sam laughed. He was moving the other dildo down between her thighs, very close to her cunt. Again Marcia tried to roll off of her stomach, but Sam had forced her legs apart and was holding them down with his own as he bent down to her ass with the quivering vibrator... slipping it now against the outer lips of her cunt.
She felt the slickened membranes of her pussy part slightly around the pressure of the bullet. The plastic grew slick instantly from the hot cunt-juice. If only she could stop the cunt-juice from seeping out.
"Like that, Marcia?"
She tugged at the silk around her wrists. It didn't loosen. The bullet was being pushed up and down the outer edges of her pussy. She was panting hard, fighting off the excitement.
"Ohhh... please let me go home!" She let herself cry completely, let the sobs buck her stomach hard. "Ohhh nooo... don't do that!"
The dildo was slipping deeper. Sam was forcing the vibrator down over her clit. A sudden sensation hit her like nothing she'd ever felt in her life. Even when she'd sprayed water on her cunt while bathing, she'd never felt anything quite so furious.
Tendrils of thrilling pleasure connected her nipples to her cunt. She felt them stiffen out against the coarse bedspread. And when she tried to turn again, the friction over her nipples made her gasp. The tickling tip of the dildo touched her clit again and she arched her back until her belly and tits were barely touching the bed at all.
She shivered as Sam drove the vibrator in circles around the base of her swelling clitoris.
"God... noooo. Please... Ohhhh please, please." Sam had worked the smooth dildo down to the mouth of her cunt and was tracing the taut muscles that controlled the opening. Marcia knew that she wasn't like other females when it came to sex. A doctor might call her neurotic. She was afraid of that place in her body, that soft, slick hole. A man had put his cock halfway into her cunt three years ago.
So now with this plastic prick working in her cunt, Marcia felt the old panic, the old fears flooding her again. Of course she wasn't normal. How could any normal girl let herself come to a hotel room with... with someone like Sam Philbert.
"Christ in heaven... Ohhhh God help me...!"
The vibrator was slipping through her cuntlips. She tightened them more and tried to climb higher on the bed. But Sam was laughing again, digging his fingers into her thigh.
"It hurts!"
She could feel the thing entering her cunt. She could feel the drenched slick membranes suck close to the smooth shape, could feel her pussy responding to the new hardness inside. The dildo was going so deep! It was scary and strange and terribly insistent that buzzing, tingling sensation. And then she felt the rough base of the vibrator, felt it slipping inside past her cuntlips. No! That was impossible!
"NO! It's clear inside. Uhhhh!"
"Six inches of plastic cock, baby."
Sam laughed, pulling his finger gingerly out of her cunt as the opening closed down.
"You've got fantastic muscles in your cunt, you know it? Like some virgin or something. I don't think you've been fucked much, at least not by anyone with much meat."
He laughed again, wiped her asscheeks with his buttery fingers. Marcia could only make choking sounds and work her pelvis in wild circles as the hidden vibrator inside her hot cunt sent frenzied burst of pleasure through her body. It was trapped up there inside her pussy. She couldn't get it out... she knew she couldn't.
"I'll die with that thing inside me... it's wrong... you've got to take it out!"
But Sam was moving around in front of her again. He rolled her onto her side. She closed her mind against the fantastic thrills that spread from her pussy, spread up her belly and down the insides of her thighs. Her mouth fell open and she slobbered onto the sheet.
"It... it's driving me crazy... take it... out... Uhhh!"
"It feels good, doesn't it?"
"No! Take it out... Ohhhh!" She squirmed her ass. But when she moved, the muscles inside her cunt folded and sucked around the invading dildo. Her pussy tightened and relaxed, tight and loose like it was milking at the plastic cock.
"Ohhhh... Ahhhh... I don't know what's happening. I feel so weak... so terribly weak!"
"Tell me how it feels, baby. Tell Sam how it feels."
"No... it feels wrong. It feels good... NO!"
"You said it!" He laughed. "I heard you, you dumb bitch."
Her heat increased, the lovely hot tickle grew hotter yet. She tried to squeeze the cock-like thing from her insides. Bitch. Why had that word made everything more intense, more pleasurable.
She shook her head, felt Sam opening her mouth with his fingers. She could smell her own cunt-juice on his fingers.
The shreds of her ruined panties dangled around her swollen cuntlips as she tried to work that awful thing free from her pussy. But her movements only added increased fire to the throbbing pressure that seized her now. She was no longer a person with free will. She was slave to that tickle inside her. Her mouth was open, drool spilling out.
Then Sam was on his side, keeping her on her side, pushing her down as he slid upwards so that his cock.
"Ohhhh... please... mmmm!"
His swollen cock glided over the surface of her spasming tongue. There was a sky rocket up inside her cunt... she was on the tip of it riding through space. And Sam's thick prick was forcing the muscles of her throat apart.
She gagged and her throat closed down spasmodically around the spongy crown. Sam gave a growl of pleasure.
"Suck my cock good, you bitch!"
"Mmmmm... ahhhh!"
Marcia sucked wildly. She knew it was not really her there with a cock in her mouth and something else up inside wet pussy. It was another part of her, a part she'd never met. She didn't want to run her tongue up the veined, swollen cock that burst her cheeks. But she did.
She lapped hungrily at the hard, hot cock, fluttered her tongue hard against the taut head of his prick. She sucked because when she stopped, Sam forced her head forward, forced his prick deep, deep into her throat like he was doing now. She bucked and jerked as the gagging reflex took over in her mind. Sam began to slide his hips forward and back. She lay on her side, so weak... so weak, and yet burning as the itching goodness burst in her cunt.
She pretended not to be so afraid and she wasn't. She didn't have to pretend to like what was happening to her cunt. The ravishing pleasure was beyond her control. Her pussy was jerking tight around the slick plastic of the vibrator and she tossed wildly on the bed, flopping her firm ass around.
Sam's prick had swollen larger than before. It was stretching her lips, sliding against the roof of her mouth when he stabbed his hips forward. And when it jammed her throat full, the gagging spasms were not quite so intense now. She didn't like that part of it, but the panic was gone.
There was a cock in her mouth, a large, male cock. It was full of blood and hot and spongy. When she danced her tongue along the crown, the sensation excited her as much as it seemed to excite Sam. There was nothing in her experience anything close to it. That prick felt so different, so out of place there between her lips... and yet strangely comfortable too. But the fire between her legs was making it hard to concentrate on doing what Sam liked.
Her mouth went slack... her tongue lobed loosely against the pisshole at the tip of the glistening, domed glans. Sam grunted with pent-up lust, ramming his hips forward.
"Ohhhh," she gasped, straining to free her hands, trying to twist her mouth free.
She was spinning in space, her sweat-slick thighs clamping together, then bounding apart as the vibrator surged against her clit, trembled against the convulsed, aching muscles that held it deep against the mouth of her womb.
"Bite it... Goddamn you... bite it!"
Sam grasped her slender neck in a strangle hold. Marcia found the spongy tip and sank her teeth into it. A thin spurt of hot fluid filled her mouth. It was creamy slick with a slightly salty taste. She clamped down on the bursting, throbbing cock and a second flood of semen boiled out. It was thicker and even hotter than the first and it was too much to get down her throat.
Marcia whimpered and the sound of hot cum crackling in her nostrils made her feel faint. The vibrator was tearing her pussy apart... holding her on the razor's edge of release. She bucked and snapped her hips, trying to get rid of the tantalizing, ravenous rape of her cunt. Thick curds bubbled at the corners of her mouth as Sam pumped his cum-slickened cock deep into her throat and dragged it back again. In and out, deeper yet until she felt the spraying semen coating her tonsils and throat.
She gagged, this time from the gloppy strings of cum that shut off her breathing. Sam fondled her large tits, trying to get his fingers around both quivering swells. Her nipples were gouged by his rough fingers and she whined and bucked frantically, grinding her pelvis hard against his foot. Yes, he'd slipped his ankle up against her pussy, shoving the dildo even deeper into her body. And that was all it had taken.
The touch of her clit, the feel of her hot cunt-juice as it spilled out of her swollen, hot pussy. She was coming at last and the ache turned to glorious waves of pleasure. She cried out, gargling the cum in her throat, muffled by the fucking cock in her mouth.
"Eat me good, you bitch... eat me damned good... Ahhhh!"
She felt Sam jerk. He rammed his cock past the entrance of her throat, back further until his balls bumped warmly against her chin. She felt her gags caressing the hot, smooth glans, felt the thick, potent cream being milked into her belly.
She swallowed fast. That made it better. The wave of sickness disappeared. Her asscheeks were still quivering with the passing rush of ecstasy. Why had it lasted for such a short time? Oh why couldn't that go on forever?
Her eyes were closed when Sam pulled his cock slowly from her mouth. She was in a trance and felt the wilting hot meat sliding out from between her lips. She closed them around it, squeezing one last droplet of his jizz onto her tongue. Why had she done that? She'd always thought that eating a man's cum would be horrible.
She was losing her mind. Maybe she'd dreamed the whole thing.
Sam was untying her hands. Then his fingers parted the aching lips of her pussy and she felt the plastic vibrator being eased out. He snapped it off and tossed it on the bed beside her. Marcia kept her eyes closed, breathed in huge lungfuls of air. She was exhausted.
When Sam went into the bathroom, she sat up and stared around her. Then she heard the sound of the shower and Sam was standing in the doorway smiling at her.
"Come on. You can get freshened up before I take you over to the party."
Marcia smiled weakly, limped toward the bathroom. Sam hooked her close to him as she tried to pass by. His fingers went to her pussy and tickled her clit.
"You're my pussy now, baby. Ain't that right?"
Marcia felt too weak to protest. She looked down at her tits, down over her flat, young belly. She nodded slowly.
Sam forced her head back and covered her mouth with his. She felt him probe her cummy mouth with his tongue and then he gave her ass a sharp smack and went across the room to where a bottle of whiskey sat in amber illumination under a lamp.
His cock wasn't so big now. She was still staring at his prick when he turned with the glass in his hand.
"Next time you can have my cock in your cunt, Marcia. You oughta be fixed up with something by then, right?"
Again she nodded.
He smiled. She smiled. She went into the bathroom and tied her hair up in a towel and got quickly under the hot spray of the shower.
When she came out again, Sam was dressed. And there was a box from the most exclusive dress shop in town lying in the middle of the bed. Marcia couldn't hide the excitement in her face when she opened it. Another silk dress, but prettier, more expensive than the one Sam had ruined. There was a pair of panties too. Gold silk with a tasteful edging of lace. She smiled her thanks at Sam.
He jostled the ice in his glass and watched her put her feet into the panties and slide them up her long legs. Then the dress. He came over to tie it for her.
"How do you feel?"
"Kind of weak. Like I'm dreaming."
"Is it a good dream?"
"I didn't know about dreams like this before tonight," she said.
"I guess that's an honest enough answer. Let's go to the party. You look like a million dollars."
Marcia tasted cum under her tongue. She swallowed and swished her mouth around but the taste lingered, even after she was sitting in the leather softness of the Lincoln rushing across town to meet Sam's friends.
Robin wanted to tell her folks that she'd seen Steve, that he was okay, that he had enough to eat. But she didn't. Steve didn't want anyone to know where he was. But the real reason she kept everything to herself was her father. He would just try and pin her down, give her the third degree.
Ralph wanted Steve to go to college. It was a typical thing for a father to want. Robin couldn't blame her dad. But she couldn't blame Steve either for wanting to make his own decisions about something in his life.
So when her folks asked if she'd heard anything about Steve she told them that yes, she'd heard through the grapevine that they'd seen Steve around and that he was okay. That took it off her shoulders.
On Friday morning she awoke after a crazy, disturbing dream about Steve. She lay there under the sheets, thinking about the dream. Stevie and she had been swimming. And the water had made their swimming suits just kind of dissolve. She remembered being frantic, trying to hold together the strands of material. Then Steve and she were standing looking at each other. He had a big hard-on.
When Robin woke up, her panties were damp through the crotch and she felt odd and breathless. It was ten o'clock.
She swung her legs out of bed and padded into the kitchen. There was a note from her mom to eat breakfast and stay around the house. Her father had gone to work. Robin washed her face, brushed her teeth and looked at her reflection in the bathroom mirror.
Short, turned-up nose. Freckles. Red hair hanging in twisted strings from having been braided the day before. Well, maybe her breasts were growing a little. She cupped her hands under them, lifted the soft, quivery flesh. Sore as usual. And nothing like the fantastic-looking tits that perched on her older sister's chest.
Robin thumbed one of her nipples. It changed slightly in texture and swelled outward. She thumbed it again, pinched it finally. Her face flushed. There was an unfamiliar rush of tingles that seemed to course up the insides of her thighs and then grow hot in her cunt. Her pussy was hidden by sparse curls. Red curls. Really just kinky fuzz. But her nipples were nothing like Marcia's nipples. Marcia's nipples were dark and long and thick. It was weird and strangely exciting to see. Robin looked at her small, pink nipples. Her nipple pushed out some from the dainty softness of the areola but not much.
Funny how the touch had done something to her cunt. She rubbed her titty again, rubbing it deeply. A sudden surge of juice seemed to push from her tight cunt. She felt her panties become damp at the crotch. Like they had when she'd awakened in the middle of that dream.
She knew girls at school that told her stories about boys feeling them up. Boys liked to feel a girl's tits so the stories went. She'd even heard one tale of a guy actually kissing a girl's tits.
Robin closed her eyes and leaned against the basin. The cold surface shocked her out of her reverie and she hurried back down the hall to her room. She was still thinking about Steve and what had happened at his apartment.
The house was empty except for Marcia asleep upstairs. Robin went back down the hall to the living room. She got the dictionary down from a high shelf and sat cross-legged on the sofa.
Incest. Robin swallowed. She traced the definition with a fingertip. Sexual intercourse between persons so closely related that they are forbidden by law to marry.
Robin slapped the book shut. She tried to lick her lips. She looked at her tan thigh but could see no trace of the semen that had dried there yesterday. Her brother. Stevie. All her life she'd been so close to him, she loved him. And now was it all wrong because of those words she'd just read.
When she stood to put the dictionary back, Robin found that her legs were very weak. And now the crotchpiece of her nylon panties was wetter than ever. When she sat down again to look, there was a slick glistening patch of moisture that had soaked through her panties. She touched a finger to the place and rubbed the warm buttery stuff. It smelled musky... sexy.
She wrinkled her nose and started down the hall to her room. The phone in the kitchen went off like a firm alarm, startling her so badly that she bumped against the wall and had to lean there getting her breath before hurrying to answer.
"Oh, Stevie... I didn't think you'd be calling here... no, just me and Marcia. Marcia's upstairs asleep, she was out late last night. No, I don't have but three dollars but you can have that. Okay, bye."
Robin put the phone down. She hurried to her room and dove into a pair of cut-off jeans, sandals and pulled a bikini top over her shoulders. Silly little piece of cloth... it didn't hide much, but then she didn't have much to hide.
She was working on a sandwich when she saw Steve come up the alley and wave from behind the fence. He jogged up the walk and into the kitchen. They smiled at each other, his hand brushed hers briefly.
"There's milk in the refrigerator and some lunch meat you can take back with you. I got a box full of canned stuff too." She grinned at her brother. He looked nervous.
"When's everybody coming home?"
"Not for a long time yet. And Marcia wouldn't say anything, even if she knew."
He seemed to relax a little. His T-shirt was dirty and she saw that his jeans were too. "I wish I could wash those for you while you're here. We could put them in the dryer and it wouldn't take very long."
It had seemed like an innocent enough thing to suggest, but when Steve looked at her there was a certain expression in his eyes that made her flush. He got up and paced the kitchen. Nervous again.
"Yeah. Maybe I could."
Robin put a sandwich down before him and watched him wolf it down.
"Good sandwich."
"Don't you get enough to eat over there?"
"I kinda ran out of cash. Bill Whittle owes me some though and he should pay up before the end of the week."
Robin dug the three crumpled bills from the pocket of her jeans and shoved them across the table. "There. I'll see if I can get some more by tomorrow."
"How you going to do that? Babysitting?"
"Nope. I have an idea." Robin took the dishes and put them in the sink. Steve was standing again, looking out the window like he expected his father to arrive at any moment.
"Oh come on," Robin scolded. "You know Dad's working and when Mom goes to one of those garden club meetings, she stays all day."
Steve smiled, let his shoulders relax.
"Yeah, I know you're fight. It's just weird being around here again."
"Why don't you go down to the basement and put your clothes in the washing machine."
"Yeah, okay. I guess that's safe enough."
Steve padded downstairs while Robin went down the hall to her room and plopped into a chair. She was scared. A conspiracy always was kind of scary. But even if somebody did come home, Steve would be safe in the basement. No one ever went down there except her mother and then only on washday. She heard Steve come back up the steps and poke his head out of the door.
"Hey, I can't find the soap." He grinned sheepishly at her as she pushed by him and descended the steep stairwell. He'd wound a towel around his middle. She was trying not to think of things like that.
"You would have put in too much anyway," she said, getting the soap powder out from behind a pile of dirty clothes and sprinkling two handfuls into the machine. Robin could feel him watching her as she pushed the cycle button to on. When she turned, Steve was sitting on the old couch that had been stored in the basement for years. The towel was arranged across his thighs. He was smiling cheerfully at her.
"I guess you can put them in the dryer by yourself," she kidded, heading for the steps.
"Robin... wait."
She stopped, turned.
He dipped his head, shrugged. "I don't want to just hang out down here with nobody to talk to..."
The lonesome sound of his voice made her forget about that morning in his apartment. After all, he was her brother. And she loved him. He was lonesome. Affecting a carefree bounce, she went and sat down on the couch.
Steve smiled at her. "Guess I miss you the most. Working on the jeep, just fooling around like we used to do."
"I miss you too, Stevie." She bit her lip. "Maybe it would be okay again if you moved home."
"Naw... naw, it wouldn't." He looked miserable. Lost. Robin wanted to say something sensible but she didn't feel very sensible at all. "Maybe I should join the Army or something. At least it would get me the hell away from home."
"Oh Steve, don't do anything like that!" She hadn't meant to touch him. But touching had always been so natural between them. Her hand was on his wrist. He closed his eyes. Robin moved close, put an arm around his shoulders.
Their eyes met and Robin could see the anguish in her brother's eyes. She tightened her hand on his shoulder, smiled bravely. Hell what else could she do? She was just his sister. His eighteen-year-old sister. Steve was twenty-one. He was more experienced about life than she.
Steve put his arm around her shoulders too. Robin knew she was breathing funny, knew that something odd was happening to her body. But Steve's face came slowly forward, slipped against hers. She felt his other arm slipping behind her, gently smoothing her bare back. She trembled, sucked in a gasp of air when Steve's mouth brushed her neck.
Robin had no idea where the storm in her loins had come from. It was a rushing, spreading glow. Steve was kissing her. Not that they hadn't kissed before. But these kisses were different. She wanted to die or pass out. She wanted to be a hundred miles away and yet she wanted to stay right there in the warmth of her brother's embrace, wanted to feel his hands making circles on her back... so warm, so smooth.
His lips found her cheek, her chin. She whimpered. Their lips brushed, then he was kissing her, pushing her back on the old sofa. Robin moaned. She wanted to push him away, but her hands were locked tightly around his back.
Oh God, it felt so wonderful! It felt like nothing she'd ever felt in her whole life.
"Steve... oh noooo!" She squirmed, but weakly.
"I love you, Robin. I love you better than anybody." His hand shook as he fumbled at her skimpy bikini top.
Robin twisted her body, fought against him now but it was a silly gesture. Steve was too strong. His fingers slipped easily under the halter and she felt her tit surrounded by his palm.
Her nipple filled almost instantly with blood. She could actually feel it happening! She shuddered. Steve rubbed his palm over the small pink button of her nipple. It grew against the friction, sending sparkles of pleasure through her belly.
The bikini top was stretched up now, exposing her other tit. Steve kissed her tits eagerly, awkwardly, hurrying. Robin's mind convulsed with fear as his lips closed over the tender swell of her tit, as his tongue raked the pink nipple.
INCEST!
"Steve... let me up. Right now!"
She tried to slide her legs out from under him. But his tongue brought a wave of amber heat to her senses. Her pulsing cunt flooded over with steamy juice, wetting the crotch of her panties thoroughly. She could feel the swelling lips rub against her panties, could feel the subtle, teasing friction over her clit.
It was like the time she'd masturbated in class by crossing her legs tightly and kicking one foot up and down. No one had known a thing. In civics class, the most boring subject in school.
Steve's lips pulled her titty flesh deep into his mouth, his hand was working down the hard, flat of her belly now, searching at the edge of her jean shorts, then slipped under. The most sex Robin had ever had was after the high school dance the year before. Harry Hagstrom had taken her into an empty darkened classroom and put his hand under her pink dress. She'd been scared, but curious. She'd let him kiss her, let him rub lightly along the damp, slick crevice of her cunt until she couldn't take any more. Her knees had trembled that night and she'd clung to the boy's shoulders as he grunted with eager surprise at her heat and at the pungent, sweet aroma that coated his fingers when he pulled them from her silk underwear.
And Stevie's fingers were closer to the pulsing lips of her pussy.
"Ohhhh... Steve what are you doing?"
"I love you Robin... Jesus... I..."
"Nooooo... Uuuuhhhhh!" The breath rushed from her lungs as the buttons came open and the faded denims peeled back.
Steve's hand was shaking. He fondled the plump, hot softness of her pubes through sheer silk, moaning against her tit as he tried to find her nipple again with his tongue.
Weakly Robin pulled at his hair, but she seemed to have no strength left. Her muscles wouldn't react.
Steve was pushing her cut-off jeans down her slender thighs now. He was doing it without her help. She didn't want to help. She didn't want... This was her brother!
"No. We have to s-s-stop... Oh Stevie, Stevie!"
Robin's head fell back as her small tit was sucked deep into her brother's mouth again. This time he bit down on the nipple, rolled it between his teeth. Her back arched upwards from the sharp, frenzied sensation and her jeans fell past her knees, dangled around one ankle. Somehow Steve had worked his body between her thighs. He was on top of her, the towel bunched between their bodies.
"Steve... Steve... I don't want you to... Oh! Ohhhh!" It was the feel of his bare chest rubbing against her tits that started her babbling.
Her tiny bikini top was tangled loosely around her neck now. She was exposed, naked except for the skimpy satin underwear.
Stevie felt so hot against her. She couldn't resist the instinct to hug him, to hold him. Their tongues lathed together. She moaned into his mouth. She'd never kissed like this, didn't really know how. Stevie was showing her, his hands making her skin bum with tingling waves of delight. And then she felt him push the soppy crotchpiece of silk to one side, felt a finger divide the puffed lips of her pussy. Again Robin arched her back.
"Stevie... that's enough... you're scaring me!"
She rolled her body as if to escape. The towel was being pulled away from his loins. The bulge of his cock gouged along her heaving belly. She panicked. She held her breath.
Stevie touched her pussy, sending one finger along the groove of her cunt until the tiny, hooded clit rose from the sucking, slickened folds, rose to be touched.
"Ahhhh... Noooo! Oh Jesus Christ!" Robin cried.
Steve was rubbing the pink clit in circles, forcing it down into the hot meat. She felt new floods of juice rush from her hot pussy. Her heart pounded. She bucked again and drove her heels down on the sofa. It was wrong... had it been anyone else but Stevie pressing against her nakedness, pushing his fingertip up and down her seeping cunt, kissing her mouth with devouring kisses. Had it been anyone else she would have already fainted from fear or screamed or pissed in her panties. But it was Steve. Her brother. She trusted him, loved him.
"No! Oh God nooo! Steve let me up or I'm going to scream for Marcia... I'm not kidding. Ohhhh God!"
It had taken her a second to realize what it was that had replaced his finger. It was something smooth and hot and rounded and it quickly became soaked with her slick cunt-juice. Steve was rubbing it up under the silken band that covered her pussy.
It was his cock!
He was swishing it back and forth through the lips of her cunt, rubbing it over her clit. He jabbed his prick against the tumid, blood-filled clit that grew from her soft folds like a tiny penis.
It was Stevie's cock!
Crying, heaving with dry sobs, she pushed her hands down, tried to push his pelvis away from her. But her legs were parted around his hips. She could get no leverage and she was weak besides. The steady, feathery friction continued. Steve had his hand on his cock, moving it like that! Rubbing her pussy with the swollen tip.
She remembered how his cock had looked that morning in his apartment. She didn't think she could bear to see his prick now. Her breath came in strangled gasps. Her eyes wouldn't focus. Something... a steady pulsing tickle was building through her thighs and belly. And in the core of her pussy... way up in that hidden, protected tunnel she felt the beginning of a hot storm. It came at her in waves. She babbled words that made no sense, words she never spoke aloud.
"Fuck... Oh fuck... oh, Stevie I'm scared so scared!"
"Robin, Robin..."
He was kissing her tits again, holding her head with one hand while he worked his cock with the other. Worked his cock furiously in the hot wash of her cunt-juices.
Robin felt so hot, so slick, so itchy good! She gasped, but she couldn't stay still. Even as she knew it was wrong, she thrust her pelvis violently upward, rubbed it against the steely head of her brother's prick.
She thrashed and bucked and wiggled her slim ass, crying out. She clawed at Steve's back. Tears of confused fear trickled down her cheeks. She beat against his back with her fists, the sobbed and hugged him again, writhing her ass in tight circles on the sofa.
"Yiii... Ohhhh!"
She couldn't move fast enough. What was happening to her? Sure, she was coming... she knew that much. But it was like nothing she'd managed before when she had finger-fucked.
"I love you, Robin... Ohhhh Goddamn it... sonofabitch... Ahhhhh... Uhhhhhh Robin!"
She clung frantically to her big brother's shoulders and pumped her hips savagely against his cock as he worked it up and down her slit. She felt the hot slime jet against her inner cunt-lips, felt it bottled by the pressure of Steve's pumping motion and spray back on the inside of her thighs. She couldn't think or worry or be ashamed... not now.
She could only work her slender ass like she would die if she didn't. She humped her hips, then arched and wiggled. The carnal thrills raged over her body, filled her blood.
He rammed his tongue between her teeth, stifling her cry. But she was still crying when she felt him lift his weight from her. She could see the blurred shape of his movements as he knelt there between her trembling thighs, as he pressed the towel down against the soppy, cummy mess that leaked around the edges of her silk panties.
"Robin... I didn't plan anything like this. I just want you to know... I..." He gasped for breathe. "I think it started the other morning when you came over... I didn't realize I could ever want to..."
Robin rolled onto her stomach and cried into the hard sofa cushion. Steve leaned down, put his hand on her back. She shook it off.
"Just leave me... leave me alone."
Steve sat at the end of the sofa. The washer finished its cycle and she saw him going across the basement. He had twisted the towel back around his hips again.
Oh God, what had they done?
Robin choked back another rush of emotion. The dryer started up, she could hear the buttons on Steve's Levi's clicking against the metal drum as it turned. Steve stood with his back to her.
She wiped tears away. Everything had been her fault. The whole thing. She'd let it happen. Her mother had told her that the girl had to be strong.
She'd told her before her first date, almost before she'd started her period.
But now... She began to cry again. She forced herself up, caught at her jean shorts and pulled them up and buttoned them. The hot cream that filled her slit oozed from her pussy as she stood. She felt it dribbling out, she felt it clinging to the thin, light curls of red hair that fringed her cunt. She yanked the tangle of the bikini top from her neck, balled it in a fist and started for the stairs.
Steve turned. "Robin!"
"Don't speak to me right now, Stevie. I think I'll just lose my mind if you say anything at all..."
"Robin..."
She stopped at the foot of the steps, forced herself to look at him. "Stevie, I..."
His eyes were damp too. "I love you," he breathed.
Crying, she fled up the steps as strings of hot cum made slick lines down the insides of her thighs. She was bawling uncontrollably as she locked the bathroom door and ripped the sullied clothing from her body. She stared at herself in the mirror.
Her neck was rubbed raw. Her red hair was strings and tangles. She hated herself, hated being eighteen and a redhead and hated all men. Robin pressed a damp washrag under her tender pubes, stared fearfully at the thick, sharp-smelling curds. Half-forgotten pieces of biology class came back to her. Those tiny, swimming tadpoles. Could they get through a virgin's cherry? Was it remotely possible that she could get pregnant just from having Steve's semen there on the outer surface of her cunt?
Her hands trembled. She felt sick inside. When was her period anyway? Now she was too upset to remember. She sat on the toilet seat and held a mirror down while spreading her knees as wide as they'd go.
With the smooth, blunt end of a hairbrush she delved gingerly between the tiny, inner lips, then pressed ever so lightly against the membrane that she knew was her hymen. She was panting, afraid, trembling suddenly with horror. It was too much for a eighteen-year-old to handle. She shook off the ugly thoughts. She got quickly into the tub and turned on the shower... sexual intercourse between persons so closely related.
"I did not have sexual intercourse," she muttered, letting the hot spray sting her closed eyelids. "I am not pregnant, I'm not, I'm not, I'm not!"
Later when she came out of the bathroom, Steve was gone. She looked and found the food she'd boxed for him was gone too. Robin went to her room and lay on the bed and stared at the ceiling. She was still staring when the phone began to ring. She let it ring. To hell with it. To hell with everything.
Marcia watched the lavender princess phone by her bed as if she could see the sound which jangled forth. Each time she thought it would be the last ring and each time the phone jabbed its pleading call into her senses.
At last she covered the damned thing with a pillow and grabbed for a cigarette. The first tendril of smoke choked her and she had to wait until the coughing spasms died before touching the filter to her lips again. At last the phone was quiet.
It was Sam. She knew it was Sam. She pushed her long hair back from her forehead and stared at the gold wristwatch on the bedside table. She hated it. The smoke curling upward from her cigarette burned her eyes. She stubbed it out and lay back in bed. The phone began to ring again.
"Damn you!" she cried. She shivered, remembering Sam's touch. The way he'd displayed her to his friends. Uncouth was the word. Crude. He had money but used it in a vulgar, ugly way. Even the beautiful, golden watch had been sullied by his ugliness.
The phone went on ringing.
Marcia swung her long legs out of bed and walked the width of the bedroom. It stopped. Thank God for that. But her relief was shattered by footsteps on the stairs, in the hall outside her door.
"Marcia?" Robin called. "Some guy named Sam wants to talk to you."
"Tell him... tell him I'm not here."
"I already said you were upstairs."
"Tell him I'm asleep, tell him anything!"
Marcia clawed another cigarette from the pack and stabbed it into her mouth. Her hand shook as she held the match up.
Robin's footsteps faded back downstairs.
Maybe she could send the watch back. Maybe that would do it. But Marcia knew that it wouldn't be as simple as that. She sucked angrily at the cigarette. All she could think of was Sam's hands on her flesh last evening. At the party he felt her up... or almost... right in front of all those people. And what kind of people were they?
Gamblers. Men with shiny teeth and eyes and vulgar mouths. They showed off their women as if they were finely-bred pets. Marcia had caught a glimpse of the butt of a gun under one man's coat.
Sam had gotten her drunk. In the kitchen he'd made her take off her panties and put them in his pocket. Then later, when everyone was watching the movie, he'd put a finger deep into her cunt. She hadn't been able to stop him. The movie... that awful movie. Not just a skin flick, not just a blow job or a three-way suck-fuck or anything so innocent.
A woman had been whipped. Really whipped. Marcia was sure it wasn't just acting. She'd seen the blows clearly, seen the welts appear, seen the woman screaming.
She mashed her second cigarette out and covered her face with her hands. She felt sick to her stomach. She'd fought against Sam's rubbing fingers, tried to hold his wrist still, but he had finger-fucked her up to a pitch of breathless helplessness and then teased her over the edge. She'd shivered there on the divan and let him massage her clitoris until a gasping sigh broke from her lips and the man next to her looked over with a crooked, knowing smile on his lips.
Still weak from Sam's avid attention, she'd looked at the screen to see blood on the woman's back as the whip came down again and again.
Marcia went to a drawer and rummaged wildly for a clean pair of panties. She dressed quickly, pulling on a pair of flared blue jeans and a tight, brightly striped jersey.
Then she went to the bathroom and splashed cold water on her face and brushed her teeth. She studied her face. There were no obvious lines of depravity. Maybe it just didn't happen that fast. She felt terribly vulnerable, terribly young. And she felt so sophisticated when she found out that Sam Philbert was a man in his thirties. Early thirties. She'd wanted to date him so badly that she'd even lied to her mother about his age. It wouldn't have mattered.
Sam could act so nicey-nice when he needed to, even refined. Her mother had been thoroughly charmed. Her father stayed out of such encounters. He'd shaken hands briefly and gone off to his study.
Marcia put on her eye makeup quickly and went back to her bedroom. The gold watch glinted at her from the table. She picked it up and shoved it deep into a pocket of her jeans. She'd get it boxed and mail it... but she didn't know his address. He seemed to circulate through endless hotel rooms. Nice hotels, but hotels just the same. Didn't he have a home?
She thought she remembered some vague reference. She started downstairs but turned at the bathroom and got out her toothbrush again. Her teeth felt clean, but there was that clinging reminder of Sam Philbert's cock sliding in and out of her mouth. She had to be imagining it. There couldn't possibly be any taste of cum left. She scrubbed anyway, the image of that bursting, foaming cockhead flashed through her mind.
She spit out the white froth and held her toothbrush under the faucet. Her breasts tingled. Her cunt had become damp, warm and damp and slick feeling. Marcia blotted the white from her lips and padded downstairs.
Robin was staring out the window as Marcia came in the kitchen. Marcia put on some coffee and punched two slices of bread in the toaster.
Robin didn't turn around, didn't say anything. Marcia went over... touched her arm.
"What's wrong with you?"
Robin turned around then. Her eyes were red from crying and a droplet hung from her eyelash.
"Hey, something is wrong, isn't it?" Marcia insisted.
"Naw. Nothing." Robin pulled in a shuddery breath and went down the hall to her room.
Marcia shrugged, dug to get a cigarette out of her pocket, then shoved it back again. She poured the coffee when it boiled and buttered the toast. It was bright and warm outside. She thought of her younger sister. What could Robin possibly have to worry about?
Marcia burned her tongue on the coffee. If only her own life were as simple as Robin's. Robin seemed to never have troubles with boys, never got wrought up over anything it seemed. Maybe she was having a bad time with her period.
Marcia shook her head, smiled. Big deal. Robin didn't know how good she had things.
Marcia thought of frying an egg, but she was too upset to be very hungry. She had to get out for a while. She went back to Robin's room and found her sister sobbing quietly on the bed. They'd never been very close, but the fact that she was a female brought a rush of sympathy to Marcia.
"Hey, baby, what's wrong?" She touched Robin's shoulders. "Having a bad period?"
"Huh-uh. I'm okay."
Marcia rubbed Robin gently between the shoulder blades. "Did that guy who called... did he say anything when you told him I was asleep?"
Robin sniffled noisily, wiped a hand under her nose. "Naw. He just kinda laughed. He the guy you dated last night?"
Marcia stood up. "Yeah."
Marcia suddenly felt scared. When Sam laughed, there usually wasn't anything funny about it.
Marcia gave Robin a final pat and went back to the kitchen. She stood in the middle of the floor, picking at a hangnail, thinking. Then she hurried out of the house and turned down the walk toward the shopping center. She didn't want to be around in case Sam dropped by. But she hadn't made three blocks when she saw his car round the corner and descend upon her.
She tried to smile as Sam braked, but she knew it looked forced.
"Hey there, good-lookin. I thought you were still wiped out from last night. Your little sis said so."
"I have some things to shop for. I was just..."
Sam leaned across and opened the door. "Get in."
Marcia got in. She smelled the leather seats, the cologne Sam used. He was wearing sharply creased flared pants. The stitching looked expensive. His shirt was open at the neck. Black chest hair curled out like wire. The diamond on his finger twinkled as he shifted and moved the Lincoln away from the curb.
"Where's your watch, baby?"
"Oh... I... well, it's right here." She pulled it from her pocket. "I was afraid I might scratch it if I wore it..."
"I like you to wear it." Sam shifted and the engine purred powerfully as the Lincoln gained speed. Sam glanced at her, looked at the watch in her palm. "Put it on. I like to see it on your body. I like it touching your skin."
Marcia smiled thinly, opened the band and slipped the heavy watch onto her wrist. She found herself holding her breath.
Sam put a hand an her knee as he drove towards the shopping center. Her flesh crawled under his palm. She was thankful for the layer of denim which separated her flesh from Sam's fingers.
"The boys were really kidding me about you last night."
"Oh?" Marcia looked longingly at the passing sidewalk. She wished she were alone, safely out of sight from Sam's snake eyes. What had she seen in him that first time anyway? Why had she been so stupid as to date him?
"Yeah. They said I was going to get the truant officer uptight. They thought you were high-school stuff. Then I want to tell them you'd been to college."
"Just part of a year..." The Lincoln was cruising quickly by the shopping center. "Sam, I want to do some shopping here."
"Thought we might drop by my room at the Hilton first. Have a drink, have a little lunch sent up."
"I think that would be lovely, but I just don't have time today, I..."
"You can change your mind."
Marcia opened her mouth to say something, but shut it again. Her heart was racing. Surely he could hear it. He liked to scare her. She twisted her fingers together and bit her bottom lip.
Sam looped onto the freeway, then looped off again. A black doorman saluted at the Hilton entrance and a runner came to take the car away. The black man was young with a pencil-thin mustache and keen, brown eyes. He gave Marcia a long look, then squinted at Sam.
Marcia knew what he was thinking. He was thinking that she was some hooker with a co-ed style front. She could work without so much hassle that way. Marcia tried to give the doorman a very unwhorelike smile but it didn't seem to work. He sucked a tooth and moved off to an incoming taxicab.
Marcia was barely conscious of the elevator ride, of the long walk down the silent, carpeted hall. She felt like a slave. Her hands were damp with sweat and she was dizzy.
Then the door closed behind her and Sam was making her a drink. She sipped it, then swallowed more down. Anything to kill the jumpiness.
"You're not as scared as you're acting," Sam said, holding his glass in one hand as he unbuttoned his shirt with the other.
Marcia couldn't think of a thing to say. She looked toward the door. She might just make it. Sam stepped in front of her. She gulped her drink greedily. The alcohol was already getting into her blood. He took the glass from her fingers and put it on the table.
"Take off those jeans, college girl." His voice was low and even and tinged with meanness. And he smiled the whole time.
"Sam, I don't feel like... like doing anything. I told you yesterday. I didn't have any way to keep from getting pregnant."
He held her chin up. She had to let him kiss her. There was no way out of it. The kiss wasn't too awful. At least he didn't shove his tongue into her mouth.
"We haven't even had a good old-fashioned fuck yet," he said, smiling coldly.
Marcia dropped her eyes at the sound of that word.
"Take off your clothes."
"I want to leave."
This time Sam pinned her arms at her side and kissed her neck savagely. He was stronger than she'd thought. She couldn't free her hands, couldn't twist away. He shoved a thigh between hers and rubbed it across her cunt.
Marcia's jeans rode up tight against her cuntlips, flattening them back to expose her clit to damp silk. Sam rubbed again, his mouth wetting the soft flesh below her ear. She was being affected, but held back. It was merely a mechanical reaction. Sam knew all the right places, the erogenous zones. That didn't make her hate him any less.
"Off!"
He had her jeans unbuttoned, was yanking them down.
Marcia started pulling them back up.
He hit her, not hard enough to hurt bad but the shock, the sharpness of it sent her backwards on her heels. The edge of the bed caught her behind the knees and she sat down. Sam pushed her down and yanked at her jeans again.
Marcia cried out and tried to catch at them, but they were to her knees already. She bent her legs, tried to keep herself dressed. It was too late.
Sam stood with the jeans twisted in his hands, gloating. Marcia was determined that he wouldn't get her panties off, damn him. She was trembling terribly and wished she was better able to hide her fear. Sam seemed to enjoy that more than anything else. He grasped her panties and stripped them down easily.
"No... please let me go. I don't want to be here, I don't want to be with you or wear your watch..."
She struggled with the catch, slipped the pretty little thing from her wrist and put it on the table by the bed.
Sam was on her like a lion, striking her in the face with his open hand... back and forth. She tasted blood, tried to scream but was struck silent, her ears ringing. Then his mouth covered hers and she felt his tongue slide deep. Like a serpent, that tongue. His body weighed her down, his hands clawed at the jersey she wore, searching up under it for a tit. He found the large swell of tit flesh and pinched her nipple until she squealed again, tears on her cheeks now.
His pants were off now. How had he done it so quickly? How was he daring to rape her like this? And that was exactly what it was. Rape.
Marcia had read about rape cases, everybody had. And here she was, under a man she realized she'd never known at all. She'd let herself in for a small portion of hell. She'd backed herself into a horror movie and Sam Philbert was writing the script.
"You're hurting... please... mmmmm!"
His mouth shut hers. He licked at her full lips, sucked one between his lips and bit it. She felt his hands up between her thighs, at her cuntlips, parting them... then his cock. The head of his prick felt hot against her slit.
Sam pumped his hips forward and there was a wet sound as an inch of steely cock divided her pussy-lips, then slid toward the clenched mouth of her pussy. Marcia groaned, her face stinging. She tucked her ass under, tried to make the angle wrong for him to enter her cunt. But he was strong and cruel and gasping with a strange, perverted lust.
He bit her shoulder, bit her chin. She cried out again and let her body go limp. He worked his thick hands over her tits and nipples. His fingers hurt. He didn't know how to caress a woman. He was a sadist, a rapist. Marcia knew she'd never really had any good sex. That first time in the back seat of a car hadn't been much better than this. It had hurt and her cunt had bled, and the boy had been more interested in sinking his prick into her juicy pussy than anything else. It was the same with Sam.
"You like it, don't you, baby?"
"No... I hate you. I want up. I want to leave..."
He hit her again and this time she was able to hold back the tears. She was too scared to cry. She was beginning to wonder if he might kill her before he was through. His cock had pushed past the muscled ring of her cunt-hole. She still held herself clenched, but when he drove cruelly forward, his prick stretched the delicate muscles painfully and she instinctively relaxed them, parted her thighs to let it be over with.
Sam laughed roughly in her ear. "You like it all right?"
"Noooo!"
"Oh yes you do... and you like it deep too!"
He drove under with his hips and Marcia choked as she felt the rigid, hot cock-shaft slipping past her sopping cuntlips. Her cuntlips smacked stickily as he eased himself back and then stabbed suddenly deep again.
Marcia squirmed her ass on the bed, clawed at his shoulders. Sam sunk his teeth into her neck. She felt herself sinking into death. He had a firm bite on her throat... like a dog teasing for the kill. She went limp again and let her arms flop back on the bed, her legs fell apart. Sam growled and let go her throat. Then he gouged hard fingers into her thighs and pushed them even further apart, back until the tendons cramped painfully at her groin. Her pussy was spread apart obscenely.
"Oh God please help me... somebody."
"I'm the only one can help you," Sam hissed.
He looked sharply into her face, watching while he fucked her with grinding, forceful movements. Marcia turned her face away, tried to keep it empty of expression. But it was hard to shut off all her circuits, just like that. There was something that burned down in the pit of her pussy, a tiny glow. And Sam was aware of that glow. He had found it and was ravishing it, stroking it in a way that made her lips curl back from her teeth.
"That's what you like, right? Real deep... like this..." Sam fucked deep and hard.
Marcia shut her eyes against his steady gaze. She licked her lips, stopped breathing altogether.
"Your cunt's hot. Your cunt's young and tight and juicy... that's what I like. I knew I'd like your pussy, baby. I want to fill it with cum!"
"No... I can't... you can't."
"How about this?"
Sam had pulled his cock almost completely out of her cunt. Just the swollen, purple crown was nestled inside the grip of her cuntlips. He teased her with tiny fucks. The friction was delicate, especially after his brutal attack on her only moments before.
Marcia shook her head, bit hard on her lower lip.
"Let me up... let me go!"
"You know that feels good, baby! I can tell by your eyes!"
"Noooo... noooo!"
She flopped her head back and forth on the pillow. Her legs were very far apart and she felt the muscles in her thighs hardening, her calves bulging out with the tension Sam's teasing cockhead was bringing to her cunt. She couldn't let herself move. She just couldn't! He would know that... he would know that something was happening. Oh damn! How could it feel like that when she hated Sam so? And she did hate him. More than ever.
"Let's try your clit now..." Sam held his cock, slid it slickly up the throbbing membranes of her pussy.
A breath caught in Marcia's throat as the spongy tip of his cock grazed her clit. Then Sam was rubbing back and forth over her excited clit. She felt his heat, sensed the tiny pisshole at the very tip. Her clit swelled with trapped blood and she felt the surrounding tissue swell and become spongy like the glans of Sam's cock.
Still she fought back the pleasure. It was like holding up a great weight. And yet even as she held herself like a statue, her pussy began to throb. Her cunt was moving, pulsing. The slick muscles inside her pussy convulsed, opened and convulsed again. More hot cuntjuice flooded from the tiny pores. She could hear the juice popping and sucking around Sam's hard cock.
He laughed again and worked the cocktip more rapidly over her clit.
"Unhhhhnnnn!" Marcia moaned, putting her shaking hands against his shoulders. Pushing at him. "Ohhhh, noooo!"
"Yeah."
Sam's cock flopped and slipped around her bulging clit. It stood a half inch above the surrounding flesh and to Marcia it felt like it was charged with high voltage.
"You got the finest pussy I ever had," Sam breathed.
He kissed her mouth sloppily, driving his tongue in and out between her teeth like a small cock. Marcia didn't want to kiss him. But he found her tongue and sucked at it. She let him take it into his mouth. Anything to get it over with. She wanted him to come!
And Sam had the same idea. He plunged his cock back into her cunt again, plunged it deep. The sudden filling made her clench the big muscles in her thighs and Marcia knew that she had tightened her cunt muscles inside too.
Sam grunted like a pig and fucked his hot prick in and out of her pussy. If only she could hold back, if only she could think of something else! But the friction, the teasing he'd done around her clit overpowered her. She recognized the signs of an impending climax. She could have it right now if she wanted, if she started fucking him back. But she stayed still. She tried to think of how Victorian ladies suppressed their orgasms. It wasn't proper in those days for a lady to enjoy sex. It was something she submitted to.
"Move your ass, you bitch!" Sam barked.
He doubled his fist and held it above her face. Marcia knew that he was capable of much cruelty. She began to move her hips. Slowly, without imagination. It seemed to satisfy the man fucking her, at least for the moment. He clung to the small of her back and fucked violently. She see-sawed her pelvis up and down mechanically.
"Can't you do better than that?"
"I... I'm trying."
"I know you're a better fuck than this... move your ass!"
Marcia was afraid to move her ass much faster. Already the burning itch of orgasm teased the flesh of her clitoris. Her tits seemed to be on fire, the nipples fully extended.
Sam had pushed her jersey up under her arms and the rub of his chest hair against her full tits only added to her trembly excitement. But maybe she could make him come and if she did it quickly enough, save herself added shame.
She moved her hands down, down to slip them under one of Sam's thighs. She found the hot wrinkled sac of his balls and cupped the slick eggs in her palm. She squeezed and fondled them, tickling gingerly with her fingers. Then she pressed them upward, up against the swollen gland that would begin the exploding spasms of Sam Philbert's orgasm.
The muscles in his belly went taut against her wrist. He tried to say something but the words came out all garbled. He kissed her, missing her mouth and sliding his slack lips down one cheek, drooling hotly against her neck.
She moved his balls, rolling them until his cock jumped violently up inside her cunt. The tube that ran along the underside of Sam's cock bulged suddenly. Sam was flopping, trying to fuck deeper but wanting her to keep doing what she was doing too. He choked, sighed, dug his fingers into the flesh of her ass.
Then Marcia could feel the steady pulse as his tubes filled and he shot the potent cream up to the end of his prick and out into the steamy, slick depths of her pussy.
"Ohhh," she gasped, excited by what was happening. To feel it actually happening! To be making it happen! It was so damned hard to hold back now... but she had to! She couldn't submit to Sam's sexuality. It would only give him more power over her. She thought of pain, thought of ugly things that had happened to her. Anything to dampen the raging inferno in her cunt as Sam fucked his slippery swollen cock in and out of her soft cunt.
Marcia felt her pussy flooding with semen, felt it leaking out to smear against her hand. She squeezed his balls like she might force out the rest of the stuff quickly and end it. But Sam's cum was still raging. His chest raked her tits, tore at the nipples that gouged his skin like tiny fingers.
"Oh hurry, damn you... hurry!"
Marcia took her hand away from Sam's balls. She wiggled convulsively, caught at last in the turbulent whirlpool of the fucking.
But Sam was slowing now, relaxing his weight down onto her. She fought to hold on for a few more seconds. She bit her lip again, tasting more blood. The pain seemed to help. But her heart pounded wildly, her breath came in choked gasps.
Sam stopped moving, and rested like a sated animal. She could hardly breathe at all. He pulled himself from her body, hardly looking at her at all. She was a receptacle, that was really all she was. He stood in the middle of the room, his sagging cock dripping cum onto the rug.
Marcia closed her eyes. Yes, it was leaving her, that lovely, wonderful itch. It was slowly, slowly evaporating back into her body. Her clit was still fully extended, like her nipples. But when she lay very still the raging edge of her orgasm weakened. Marcia tried to calm her shallow breathing. She was aware that Sam was watching her.
"Goddamn... you're just about to pop right there on the bed, ain't ya?" He came at her, eyes glinting evilly. "You didn't want to come, you held it back, you bitch. Jesus, what a bitch!"
"No! Stay away from me!" Marcia tried to sit up, but she couldn't get her weak muscles to respond. She rolled onto her stomach and tried again.
She heard Sam rummaging through a drawer, heard the click of a switch, the familiar buzz of the vibrator he'd used on her last time.
"Oh God no... noooo!"
She couldn't get her knees under her. If only she could roll to the edge of the bed and fall onto the floor. Maybe she could kick at him or... "Ohhhhh... Uuuhhhnnn!"
The smooth tip of the bullet-shaped dildo glided up between her cuntlips. Sam was laughing, shoving it into her cunt from behind. There was no way to fight him. Her soaked cunt hungrily accepted the quivering vibrator.
She felt the outer muscles, the ones that opened and closed her pussy... she felt them clasp at the plastic shaft as Sam pushed it quickly into her cunt. He pushed it until the tickling tip was tight against her womb. She gasped as he felt her vulva close down around the base of the vibrator, felt Sam take his hand away. Like before, the thing was deep in her pussy, consuming her senses with its insatiable, steady shiver.
She had almost gotten a finger inside her cunt when Sam caught her wrists and dragged her onto her back.
"Oh please don't do this... Sam! Sam... Uhh... Ohhh God it's, it's tearing me up! Ohhhh Jesus... ohhhh fuck..."
Sam was kneeling above her head. She could see the blurry shape of his face upside down. He pinned her wrists forcefully. She was trapped and her climax was steadily building again. The dildo was nursing her orgasm quickly back to an inferno.
Marcia tossed her hips, she couldn't stay still. She was in another world now. Her tits longed to be kissed, her body needed to be loved. But she wouldn't have Sam do it. She would try and get rid of the dildo that had invaded her cunt.
She snapped her pussy hard, tried to dig her heels into the bed. But she knew it was futile. The circle of muscles in her cunt had clasped the dildo firmly inside. If only it wasn't so deep then she could work it free from her cunt.
Marcia groaned with frustration, gasped loudly as the yearning flesh of her pussy gave in to the ecstasy that felt so good. She lost all sense of where she was. Only Sam's hands on her wrists reminded her that she was being held down. She pumped and wiggled her ass unashamedly. It felt lovely... felt like she would die this time.
The juice trickled from her feverish pussy and wet the covers under her firm ass. She could hear her cuntlips rubbing against the dildo. They were swollen out like ripe fruit. She heard Sam say something but didn't understand his words.
"Uhh... Uhh... Uhh."
Marcia sucked in short breaths and babbled as the unyielding vibration deep inside her pussy spread to her bursting cunt. When she closed her legs, she could rock her pelvis and bring exquisite friction to her hot clit. She tightened her thighs and see-sawed her body. Then she tucked her knees up until she could get a heel against herself. She could feel Sam's leaking cum there.
"Ohhhh noooo!"
She was coming! She was aching all over with the most pleasurable hurt she'd ever experienced. It was pleasure to the point of madness. She couldn't see, couldn't hear. She could only writhe like a mad woman on the bed as her cunt throbbed with heavenly hell... as the musky juice flooded from between her cuntlips and drenched the silken curls of her pubic hair, mingling with the heavy droplets of semen that curdled there.
***
The black doorman was watching her again as she stood there waiting for Sam to finish tipping the boy who'd brought the Lincoln around. Marcia held her shoulders straight. She glanced at him. He was smiling. Not exactly. It was his eyes that said it.
It was a little past noon. She'd been upstairs with Sam for less than an hour. Marcia knew what the doorman was thinking. She wished she could say something, tell him that he was mistaken. But then was he? She looked at the gold watch on her wrist. Sam had made her put it on again. He'd shoved a hundred-dollar bill into her pocket. A hundred dollars!
He was buying her, paying for her pussy. And when she tried to refuse... Marcia put a hand to her cheek. It ached from Sam's slaps. She'd held a cold rag against it in the bathroom, but it still looked angry and a little swollen.
The damned doorman! He was absolutely staring now. Probably noticing her cheek. She felt dirty and awful. The only thing she could be thankful for was that her period was due to start tomorrow. She hadn't told Sam that. Not that he would worry about something so insignificant. She knew that if he knocked her up, he'd either discard her or arrange an abortion.
The doorman leered. Why in hell was she just standing there anyway? She went around to the door of the Lincoln. The black guy was there two steps ahead of her, opened the door.
"Have a nice day, Miss," he said, showing her a gold tooth.
The Lincoln glided out to the street. Sam was silent on the way to the shopping center. Marcia kept pulling at her hair. She couldn't think of anything to say. She only wanted to be through with him. He cruised into the heart of the shopping center. She pulled at the handle when he stopped, but Sam reached across.
"Next Saturday I'm flying to Mexico. You're going."
"My parents..."
"You're old enough to be legal. Tell them you're going." Marcia looked down. Sam tightened his fingers on her wrist. "You forget that once you're Sam Philbert's girl, that's it." He pulled her close and kissed her. She opened her lips when his tongue forced her to. Then he let her go.
"I'll see you tomorrow. I'll call you in the moving... and listen, baby... don't fool around with me, you understand?"
Marcia tried to look him in the eyes. She dug a nail at her palm.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean you got a nice, healthy family. You want to keep them healthy, don't you?"
Marcia's head went dizzy. She could hardly believe it. She hadn't thought that men like this really existed. She felt like an utter fool for ever having gone out with him in the first place. She was suddenly burning with anger and the anger washed over her fear. She struggled the watch from her arm, started to dig the hundred-dollar bill out of her jeans.
"I'm not afraid of you, you filthy, dirty..."
"Your old man has a nice little business," Sam said. He didn't appear at all ruffled by her sudden show of force. "Be a shame if it burned down. Fire insurance never really covers anyone's losses completely. And fires do happen." He looked down at the gold watch she was holding in her hand. "You'd better put that back on, baby. Go shopping why don't you. Spend some of that hundred."
Marcia got out of the Lincoln and stood on the curb watching Sam drive away. She was in a state of shock. She wanted to cry, to run and never stop running. She felt the ball of fear in her guts. It lay there heavy and awful. She put the watch in her pocket, felt the big bill. She needed help. But she couldn't go to her folks. You couldn't fight Sam like that. He had no decency, no scruples. He would hurt her badly in some way. Even if it meant hurting innocent people to get to her.
She started walking. She was walking out of the shopping center, north toward Grant Street. At first it didn't occur to her where she was going. Then she quickened her steps. It was ten or twelve blocks to Uncle Nat's. She hadn't really thought of him until that moment. But all through her childhood she remembered who took care of her when she fell. Who chased away the dogs. Who was always there with a hug when she was hurt.
Nat was her father's younger brother. He hadn't gone to college like Ralph. He was a truck driver who still made long hauls with a rig he'd bought and paid for over the years. Nat! Yes, she could tell him without being afraid he'd do anything foolish. He'd help her... somehow, he'd help. He just had to. Marcia broke into a jog.
"One hundred dollars is certainly a lot of money to learn to play tennis, Robin." Her mother fluttered hands to her hair, pursed her lips and looked at Ralph. Ralph was chewing on a piece of toast as he scanned the stock-market page of the newspaper.
"Hmmmm?" He glanced up. "Tennis? I didn't think Robin played tennis."
"Well, she certainly plays everything else." Her mother tittered.
Robin squirmed uncomfortably in the chair. She had not the least interest in learning tennis. But she had to get that money. Stevie had called again. His rent was due and he was running out of food. She'd begged him to come home and forget the feud he was having with his father. Steve refused of course.
Ralph was looking at her over the tops of his horn-rimmed glasses. Then he took them off. Robin tried to sit still. Did he suspect what the money was really for?
"You'd have to buy a racket too, wouldn't you?"
"Yes, Daddy."
"Hmmmm," He went back to his financial page. "You haven't heard anything more about your brother, have you?"
"No sir." Robin bit her tongue. She never said sir to her father unless she was guilty of something. Her mother came to the rescue.
"Robin said she heard from the kids at the swimming pool that Steve had an apartment somewhere by the river and that he was hunting for work. Isn't that right, Robin?"
"Yes, Mom." Robin felt flushed and sweaty. She felt like they would see through her any moment. "I haven't seen him myself."
"Tennis, eh?" Her father folded the paper and folded his hands on the breakfast table. "One hundred dollars for tennis?"
"I really have been eager to get some lessons. Patty Doran says that there's a new instructor at the Y and it's better to learn how to play right the first time rather than develop bad habits."
"If I give you the money, you won't be expecting any new clothes for the rest of the summer, will you?"
"Oh no, Daddy!" She sat up straight, pushed her red braids behind her shoulders.
"Well then go get my checkbook. You do know this instructor's name, don't you? Or do I just make it out to the Y?"
Robin's mind worked feverishly. "I think it would be better if you'd just give me the cash, Daddy."
He looked at her. She couldn't decipher his expression.
"What is this man's name?"
"It's a woman," Robin lied. "Miss Lomax." She swallowed, inched to the very edge of her chair. "But she's new in town and hasn't opened up an account at a bank yet."
Ralph shrugged. "You seem to know a lot about Miss Lomax's private life." He pulled out his wallet.
"Oh she's really great. She talks to all the girls like equals." Robin gritted her teeth. Unconsciously she rubbed a hand over her short nose, remembered the story of Pinocchio and swallowed hard.
"All right, young lady, here you are." Ralph held out the money. "There's enough there to get you a racket and some tennis shoes." He smiled. "The ones you have on look pretty beat up."
"Thanks, Daddy..." Robin came around the table and kissed him. She was halfway out the door when he called to her.
"You're sure you haven't seen your brother?"
"No, Daddy. I told you I hadn't." She shrugged, smiled.
Robin went hurriedly out of the house and headed for the bus stop. She had Steve's money. But how long could she stretch her little act before her mom or dad got wise? The bus came as she was running up to the stop. She dropped her fare and swung into the front seat.
Robin tried to quiet her racing emotions. All those lies and now she had to face Steve again. She hadn't seen him since that last time in the basement.
Her face went beet red just remembering.
When the bus dropped her in Steve's part of town, she went quickly down a side street so she would come up the alley behind his place. Sure she was his sister, and sisters had the right to visit brothers. But she felt too as if her guilt were written all over her face.
Steve opened the door quickly when she knocked. He was wearing a pair of skivvies and a silver chain around his neck. Robin thrust the money at him when he opened the screen.
"I got what you wanted," she gasped, surprise. I at her shortness of breath. "I gotta run."
"Hey wait!" He took her wrist. The touch of his fingers was like fire. She twisted to get free. "Come on inside, will you, Robin... Goddamn..."
"Look I've got to go take some tennis lessons..." She choked on the lie, grinned foolishly. Stevie had let go her wrist and she was still standing there. "That's what I told the folks to get the money."
Her brother laughed. "You're really too much." He held the door wide. "Well, aren't you coming in?"
Robin went in. The look of his chest, the lump his cock made in his shorts -- it was all too excruciatingly real... all too present. Her hands were burning. She dried them on her jeans.
Steve cleared a chair of some wadded clothes and Robin sat down, hands between her knees. She gave him a hesitant smile. Why couldn't she keep her eyes off of his... off of the place where his skivvies bunched out? She only looked when he was looking somewhere else.
He went to put on some water for coffee and she watched the way his thigh muscles snaked, the way his back was so muscled just before it disappeared under the elastic band of his shorts. She'd known her brother so long and yet hadn't noticed these things in such detail before. His shoulders were beautiful too. Robin found herself breathing quickly. It was impossible to forget that she'd dug her fingertips at those very same shoulders. That the lump in his underwear had rubbed against her.
"I really should go..." She looked around the small studio apartment. There were some girly magazines and a few books. An ashtray with a corncob pipe and a baggie with some dark green shreds of something in the bottom. Grass. So he was smoking grass now. Big deal. She looked at him again, partly in envy, mostly with love. Love and envy mixed. He brought her cup of coffee.
She sipped it.
"I don't know what I'd do without you, Sis."
Robin was noticing how much like her he looked. Blond instead of redheaded but with the same shortened features, the same eyes. Except that hers were gray green and his were blue. They even had freckles in the same spots. She was relaxing now. She didn't feel so threatened, so wrong for being in her brother's apartment.
"Wanta smoke some grass?" He was rolling a thin joint expertly, not looking at her.
"Naw. I got some things to do." She had made it sound like she had plenty of chances to smoke marijuana. Robin had never been this close to it in her life.
"You smoked before?"
"Sure, I've smoked it." She burned her own mouth on the coffee now.
"Then you know a toke wouldn't do much." He sucked hard on the thin little cigarette he'd rolled. It glowed orange and a pungent odor wafted to Robin's nostrils.
She swallowed down the lump of fear in her throat. She wanted to be as hip as her brother, wanted to look good in his eyes. Watching him smoke the grass, thinking back on how much life they'd come through together, brought unexpected tears to Robin's eyes. God, she loved him. No matter what he'd done to her on the couch in the basement that afternoon, no matter how wrong it was... she loved her brother better than anyone in the world.
Robin sniffled and wiped her eyes before a tear could drip down her cheek. Thank God Steve hadn't noticed how mushy she'd gotten.
"Try some?" He held out the joint.
Robin took it before she thought. Then she shrugged and put the smoldering tiling to her lips. She didn't really have to take much. She pretended to suck like she'd seen Steve do. A tendril of hot smoke snaked deep into her lungs before she realized what had happened.
Steve was watching her closely, ready to kid her if she blew it. Bravely she held it in, pretended to take more and then handed the joint back to her brother. He lifted his eyebrows, tilted his head.
"I thought you were shittin' me. Where do you smoke grass anyway?"
"Around," Robin lied, letting smoke puff from her nostrils.
"Want some more?" Steve had taken another lungful and was handing the joint her way again. She shook her head.
"I told you I had things to do!" She stood up. The room seemed so strange. She looked at the windows. They glowed with a special light, the sun doing things to the colors she had never noticed before. Was she high? The smoke couldn't have affected her that fast.
"This is good stuff," Steve said. His voice sounded kind of far away. "Supposed to be from Guatemala."
Robin tittered, put a hand to her mouth. What was so damned funny about that? She remembered that she didn't want to hang around at Stevie's place long. But the urgency of leaving had been blown away by the funny smoke she'd let into her body. What was happening to her?
She started slowly toward the door, stopped. She felt lethargic, dizzy. She had to lie down for a second and get her thoughts straight. All kinds of strange ideas. She giggled again for no reason she could think of.
Steve came over and made a funny noise in her ear. She laughed, smiled at him. Nothing much seemed to matter.
"I've got to sit down..." she said with effort.
"Here... use the bed." He took her by the elbow.
Robin followed obediently. It was easier to take the path of least resistance. The bed looked inviting. She lay back and crossed her beat-up tennies. They looked so far away from the rest of her body.
Steve sat on the edge of the bed. Robin closed her eyes. She could smell the smoke in her nostrils. Steve touched her shoulder.
No Steve, please don't touch me. Robin realized that she'd thought the words, not really spoken them.
"Steve..." His fingers were rubbing her shoulder now. They were warm. They were strong fingers. Her brother's fingers. "Steve, would you help me walk to the bus stop?"
"No." He giggled. His hand was moving down her shoulder, down her arm.
Robin wanted to open her eyes but was afraid. Afraid of her brother? She stared in panic at his smiling, pleasant face.
"Let me up."
"I wasn't holding you down." Steve laughed again.
He was right. She had wanted to rest. Her mind sounded like falling rain inside. Then she blinked and all was quiet. Steve touched her shoulder again. She let herself fall back on the pillow, closed her eyes.
"I really feel weird."
Steve stroked her arm gently. God she loved him. He was such a sweet brother. She'd been happy to get that money for him, even if it meant lying to the folks.
"Robin."
"What?"
"Nothing. I was just saying your name." Steve breathed. His fingers tightened on her arm. "You've gotten so pretty. It's like you've become some other person."
Then he put his face against her cheek. Robin held her breath. Skyrockets exploded up and down her belly. She felt her cuntlips convulse as his lips brushed her neck wetly.
He was stroking her belly. What had happened to her shirt? Robin realized with panic that it had been unbuttoned and pulled back some.
"Oh God... God nooo!"
She struggled to get up, but Steve pushed her back on the bed. She was fighting hard now, trying to get her leg out from under the crook of his knee. But Stevie was so strong! And his hands... they were making her body feel so hot, so tingly weak.
"Steve... stop... Stop right now!"
She hadn't meant for this to happen. What was she doing on her brother's bed in her brother's apartment with him half on top of her anyway?
"Robin... I want you so bad, Robin. It's all I ever think of any more. The other day in the basement..."
"Oh Stevie, how could you even think such things. Don't you know we can't do anything like that... even if I wanted to."
"You do want to. I can tell..."
"Noooo!"
His hands were moving again. Unbuttoning more of her shirt. Oh God he was exposing her tits!
"Steve! Stop!"
Then, even as she watched, Steve's head descended, his mouth opened and surrounded her tit. She couldn't react quickly enough. Then hot spit washed over her areola and nipple. The tender, slightly sore flesh pulled like rubber as her brother sucked it into his mouth.
Robin tossed her head back and forth on the pillow. She yanked as hard as she could at Steve's hair. Her back was arched with the tension his sloppy tongue was bringing to her body.
"Uuhhhnnn... aahhhh... nooooo, Stevie, please noooo!"
How had he gotten her pants unbuttoned? What was he doing with his hips? She felt strong fingers slip flat against her tan belly. She felt the elastic of her panties lift as Steve's hand sought new territory. Robin let go his hair and grabbed at his wrist. She caught him off guard, yanked the fingers from the warmth of her abdomen.
"Let me up... now!"
Robin turned her face away from his kisses, but he caught her head with both hands, held her still and kissed her wetly. Her lips peeled back as he stroked her teeth with his tongue and finally wedged it inside her mouth.
Robin whimpered as he pumped his body against her crotch. All the wiggling she'd done while trying to fight Steve off had loosened her jeans on her narrow hips. Now they were slipping off over the crack of her ass. She tried to get a hand down to yank them up and button them again, but Steve caught her wrists and pinned them above her head.
Then he kissed her again. She was weak, dizzy. She breathed raggedly, feeling his tongue explore her neck. She just lay there now, panting. He kissed her forehead, her nose, her eyelids. She whined weakly. She couldn't think of anything to say to him to make him stop. Then he was at her ear, tongue tracing intricate whorls.
"Steeeevieeeee! Oh God, what's happening to me... what are you d-d-doing?"
Robin felt so vulnerable, so small, so weak. She was only eighteen! How could she know how to make a boy stop fucking around with her? Especially when the boy was her brother. The brother she loved like crazy all her life.
Robin wished she'd never come over, wished she hadn't smoked any of that stuff Steve had offered her. He was licking, sucking deeply and gently at the tenderest parts of her ear. And she found she couldn't make herself twist her head away.
Robin squirmed her hips instinctively. Somehow her jeans had slipped almost off her ass. And Steve was working them even further now. She tried to kick against his efforts but it only helped him slide the Levi's down past her knees.
"Nooooo... oh God in heaven! I felt so... so..."
Robin arched rigidly upwards, her hard belly rubbing his. She hadn't meant for that to happen.
Skin. Hot skin. Her brother's muscled belly, his thighs touching hers now. She felt the tangle of her jeans at her ankles and then dangling from one foot.
Steve knelt between her knees. Robin felt him yanking at one loose tennis shoe, then the other. She struggled to open her eyes, tried to sit up. But the shoes had fallen away... and her jeans.
Steve's head dove between her thighs. She lurched at him with both hands but he ignored the frantic tugs at his hair. She felt his breath against the band of pale yellow nylon that covered the sparse red hair of her pubes. He was kissing the nylon, wetting the closed cuntlips underneath.
Robin gave a cry of despair. She'd heard of men doing things like that to girls. She hadn't known whether to believe it or not. But now her very own brother was trying to do it to her. She fell back on the bed and tried to twist herself over on her stomach.
But when she lifted her knees, Steve caught them and pressed them back until her thighs touched her belly. Robin bucked her hips, gasped from the shock of what he was trying to do. Steve was pulling the silken band of her panties to one side. He was kissing the tender flesh at the inside of her thigh... kissing... kissing...
"Ohhhh Steve!"
Her body went limp. Every muscle in her body twitched with shivery thrills as her brother's tongue pressed into the crevice of her cunt and raked wetly through the soppy mess. Then her clit came under his scalding lips. He was sucking her clit, caressing it. He was pulling it between his teeth and tenderly nibbling.
Robin clamped her eyes so tight that swirls of yellow light danced there. Steve slipped her panties off. Robin whimpered in protest but let him do it anyway. Once again he pressed his face in the fevered flesh of her cunt. She could feel the way her swollen outer lips were parted back to rub their hot juices against Stevie's cheeks. It was blowing her mind that he would want to put his mouth on her cunt which was so musky and juicy.
But Steve's mouth wallowed in her pussy, gouging her with his chin, running his tongue wildly across the dainty flesh. For the first time since her brother had begun to eat her cunt, Robin consciously cooperated. She parted her thighs, widened her knees and put her feet flat against the mattress. Her toes dug into the sheet, spreading as if to grasp to something solid.
Robin moaned without shame. She could feel Steve's ears tickling the insides of her thighs. His fingers stroked her heaving belly. His mouth made slurping, sucking noises at her soppy little cunt. Robin tried to think straight, tried to understand what it all meant. But her senses were swamped. The nerve-endings around her clitoris throbbed. She petted his tousled blond hair with both hands, wove fingers into the curls. Unbelievably she was pulling him against her cunt... she couldn't help herself. It was heaven. It was like the most beautiful thing in the world. Steve's beautiful mouth... soooo soft... soooo sweet.
"Uhhhhnnn... Ohhhhh God, Stevie... it feels so... your tongue's so good!"
Steve was pressing the point of his tongue against her cherry now. She could sense that the membrane covering her hole was being stretched inwards.
Robin squirmed her narrow hips on the bed, watching her brother's cheeks with steamy cuntjuice. He grunted hungrily and pushed even harder against her hymen. Everything felt so taut down there... so tense. She held her ass still, tilting her pussy up against Steve's mouth. He licked teasingly.
Robin whined and wiggled her pussy in feverish circles... held it still again. Stevie lapped with the flat part of his tongue now. She felt his spit leaking down to her asscheeks.
The flooding meat of her cuntlips felt so plump and firm. They had taken on a different shape and feel. They felt as if they were swelling out from her body, the inner lips inflated with hot blood. And her clit! She could feel Stevie flipping it with his tongue. A tiny spike of super-sensitive feeling that tingled with an itch that had to come from heaven!
"Uhn... Ohhhh God. Stevie... I feel like I'm flying away."
His mouth moved upward, wet her belly. She caressed his neck, let her fingers trail over his broad shoulders and then hugged him as he lowered his hips between her quivering thighs.
Robin felt the pressure of his prick as it moved her cuntlips apart and nestled in the steamy juices that poured from her cunt. Robin's mind was so fuzzy. She knew vaguely that he was going to fuck her. But nothing would come into focus.
All she could pay any attention to was the way his hands fondled her tits and the way his teeth and lips felt en her flesh. Then she was kissing his mouth. It was all slick from her cuntjuice. The scent of her pussy odor filled her flared nostrils. She opened her mouth wide and pushed her tongue into Stevie's mouth for him to suck.
Ecstasy! She was dying with love. Yes, she loved him like no one else in the world. Her brother! And the pressure against her clenched cherry increased. The protective membrane stretched. There was the tiniest spark of something... not really pain. Steve was kissing her mouth deeply when it happened and she was gasping as she sucked at his tongue like he had done on hers. Then that tiny sensation, that twinge of pain became a burn.
Robin moved her hips from one side to the other. The slight pain at her crotch was gone... or almost gone. But some other sensation had replaced it. Filled... she was becoming filled. She could feel the shape of something smooth and streamlined forcing back the circle of muscles that was the opening to her cunt. It was like the very first time she'd had an enema... the slide of that plastic thing into her tight little asshole had shocked her, then made her curious. She hadn't minded enemas at all and had even put her own finger in her rectum when she felt like doing something different in the bathtub.
But this invasion was by something bigger. It was her brother's cock! And it was slipping hotly into her pussy... inch by slick, taut inch!
"Steve... God noooo!"
It all flashed before her eyes, the realization, the wrong. Incest.
The wild panic that filled her mind was like a ragged hatchet coming down between Steve and her own being. Robin screamed.
"Robin... Robin, what's wrong?" Steve kissed her neck again, caught her head between his hands. His hips had quit moving but she could feel the thick, hot shape of his cock a few inches inside her virgin cunt. Tears washed her cheeks.
"Incest... we just did it..." she said in sobs.
"I love you, Robin."
"You're my brother!"
Robin struggled to twist her body free of him, but the movements brought raging fires up through her cunt and tits. She gasped with the sudden, feverish pleasure. She babbled something.
Steve smiled. "Your pussy feels so hot and tight... Oh, Robin! Your cunt's all around me! Real slick and... and when you move..."
Robin moved, not because Steve wanted her too, but because she wanted to get away. She felt her sopping cunt-folds caress the smooth dome of his prick. His cock swelled, stretching her cunt larger around him. Instinctively she tightened her muscles and cinched down around the place where her hymen had been only moments before.
Steve gasped, arched his head back.
"How did you do that?" he breathed, kissing her sloppily, brushing her cheeks with his fingers. "Oh Robin, doesn't it feel good to you?"
"Yesss... I mean no! We have to stop, Steve! It's bad enough already... it's... Ahhhhh... Uhnnnn!"
Steve had pumped his cock deeper into her small cunt. She could tell that her pussy was being opened, that organs and squishy flesh were moving out of the way as his steely cock penetrated upwards into her belly.
Robin squirmed, knowing that her sense of right and wrong was being dulled terribly by the way that prick felt as it slipped into her cunt.
She wiggled to get loose but the movements made the walls of her pussy rub harder against Steve's cock. She wasn't trying to escape any more.
She was panting and holding onto her brother's shoulders as he skewered her cunt with his prick.
She was moving to make the angle better. She was gently bobbing her ass up and down as his cock fucked deeper. Her small tits were glowing at the nipples and the rub of them against her brother's chest when he moved to get his cock deeper made her lick hungrily at his neck. She was pressed under him, pressed into the mattress. The weight of his fucking between her thighs felt sooo good! So unbelievably carnal!
Robin sighed as Steve gave a sharp jab with his hips and another inch of hot cock disappeared past the clasping lips of her pussy.
Incest... wrong... wrong!
She frowned. She was so out of breath, so weak from the intense pleasure.
Incest. The word seemed hollow somehow. She couldn't concentrate on why it meant what it did.
Steve lapped hungrily at her left tit and she arched her back to give him as much of her tit-flesh as she could. He took advantage of her gesture, pulled her tit deep as he suctioned blood into the pink nipple and scourged it with the hard tip of his tongue. Robin dug her fingernails against his back. She kissed at her brother's ear, tried to put her tongue in it like he'd done to her. She'd never kissed a boy's ear before. His hips began to move again as she sucked on his earlobe.
He was working his cock even deeper! How deep could his prick go before she wouldn't be able to take anymore?
"Uhn... Ohhhh Stevie, you're splitting me right down the middle!"
Robin knew that her cuntlips were stretched wide around the thickness of his cock. She could feel the friction of the shaft past those dainty petals as he fucked upwards and in, then dragged the hot cock out again. She was still afraid. But her fear was being held at bay by each new second of shivery paradise. How could she really think of being wicked or wrong when her young, taut pussy was being ravaged so lovingly.
It felt right to have her pussy so full of cock. And her cunt was full! So very, very full.
"Stevie... I love you too. I mean, I've always loved you, but now I love you like a woman would love a..." She gave up and found his lips with her tongue. "Oh I don't know what I'm saying! Ohhhh do it fast like that, Stevie... Jeeesus! Oh God! Does that feel... Uhnnn..."
Steve was holding his fingers deep in the white meat of her ass, fucking her with quick, deep lunges. His cock was all the way in now and their bodies were thoroughly soaked with the slick juice her pussy had brought forth. And it was impossible for her to keep still, even if she'd wanted to.
Robin tensed the muscles in her ass, plunged her parted cuntlips up and down. Steve held his cock deep inside her cunt and let her plunge. Her flooding slit washed his balls with juice. She could feel the firm, thick base of his prick. It was like the trunk of a tree there and she could fuck herself against it, stretch the opening of her cunt by rocking her hips hard to one side. His body rubbed her clit when she did that and Robin found that this made the pleasure more intense.
"Ohhh... shit... Steeeveee! Your cock feels so thick and big inside! Oh, I'm just dying it feels... so good!"
He pulled his cock almost all the way out of her cunt, froze there as he licked the nipple of one tit and then the other. She whimpered pleadingly and arched her cunt up to him. Still he held back, wetting her tits with his lips.
His cock throbbed, the head just inside the frayed and broken remnants of her cherry. She tightened down her cunt muscles as hard as she could. She bit her lip and closed her eyes tight, making the muscles squeeze that lovely long cock just behind the glans.
Then Steve could no longer contain himself. With a gasping growl, fucked harder. Robin felt her brother's fevered cock sliding past her cuntlips, slipping deep and hot and hard into her pussy. Then as he held himself there, she clasped him again with her spasming muscles, panting hotly against his ear.
He was fucking her steadily now. The in-and-out slide of his swelled meat brought friction to her wet cunt. Her clit rubbed each time his body met hers. He was kissing her wetly around the face, trying to feel her small tits with his hands and hold her close to him at the same time. Robin felt female, very female. She felt penetrated. She felt as if in all the world, this cock was what her cunt had been created for. This lovely, consuming clutch of their bodies. The cock expanding inside her pussy until she could clearly feel the ridged glans where it gouged along her tube.
Robin knew she was coming. Robin gasped into her brother's ear and held on for dear life. Her small cunt was rocked by his powerful fuckthrusts. His hips crashed into hers and she widened her thighs to let him have all of her pussy, every last inch of her stretched pussy. His cocktip fucked deeper. It was deeper than it had ever been now and still she could take it.
"Uhhnn... oh fuck! Fuck! Oh Stevie, I'm gonna come honey! Ohhhhh noooo! It's killing me! It feels so far out... hurry Stevie, before I die!"
Robin brought her feet up over the hard calves of Steve's legs. Then she drove her feet down flat on the bed to give her power. She heaved her ass in wild, frantic circles. It seemed like she wanted to plunge in every direction all at once.
The juice seeping from around the edges of her cunt-hole sucked loudly at Stevie's cockskin. She knew when his balls brushed the underside of her ass and wondered briefly how it might feel to her brother.
Hi was fucking so fast! The bed bounced under them. She couldn't get enough air into her lungs, couldn't hold him close enough. When they kissed, their lips were sloppy with spit. She sucked at his chin, his cheek. She licked him like a cat and grunted each time his cock plunged deep.
"Coming! Steveeee! I'm coming! Ohhhh!"
The storm at her cunt quickened into white hot pleasure. The first surge of pleasure brought a cry from deep in her throat. Aching thrills ran up and down her pussy. She pumped the consuming itch that had invaded her clitoris, pumped it hard against the thick base of her brother's prick. Her willowy body shuddered with ecstasy. She whimpered uncontrollably.
Something was happening to Stevie too! His hands on her ass pulled and dug at the white meat of her asscheeks. He held his cock deep and gave rapid little fucks that stretched something inside her cunt.
Her come was devastating! She choked on the words of passion she tried to breathe into her brother's ear. She bit at his earlobe and drooled. Once she bucked so hard under him that his cock slipped out of her pussy and she whined like a cat for him to fuck her more.
"Stevie... Ohhhh honey Steve! Love you, love you, love you..."
And she clasped her thin legs tightly around his middle and fucked for all she was worth.
But Steve was acting funny... he was trying to slow down now, he was trying to be still. Robin couldn't be still. Her body snaked and writhed under him. She rubbed small hands up and down the small of his back, urging him to get his cock deep again, wanting him to stretch and make her a woman.
"What's wrong... Oh Steve... Ohhhh!"
Her orgasm was ending, slipping away on tingling tendrils of ravaged nerves. She fought to have it back... there was just the hint of a sparkle there deep in her pussy that said she might have another one if she tried.
Two comes!
Robin had never even heard of such things, couldn't bother with such details now. She worked her ass up and down, begging Steve to please fuck her.
"Be still... damn it, Robin, be still!"
"Oh Stevie, I just can't!"
"I've got to... stop... I... Oh damn it, Robin!"
It happened so fast that she thought Steve had flipped out or something. He yanked his throbbing cock of her pussy and pushed himself up on hands and knees. His face was twisted in agony.
Robin tried to understand what was wrong but the shock of her empty cunt was so sudden that she was gasping for air herself. She could clearly see her brother's cock. It dangled an inch from her belly and it was glossy with her slick juices. The flared crown was a deep purple and bigger than she'd remembered. At the slit-like orifice hung a huge milky droplet. It grew suddenly in size and oozed down in a string, puddling in her navel.
"Steve! What's wrong..."
"Touch me, Robin! Goddamn it you've just got to... hurry Robin, hurry!"
And then the truth was flashing in on her. He'd been about to come and pulled his prick out of her cunt before it was too late, before she got knocked up. She didn't know how a boy worked, didn't know that for him to stop like that was awful. But she was understanding it all within a few seconds. The twisted features of Steve's face were all the facts she needed.
She plunged her small hands down, down between their stomachs. The slick heat of his cockshaft brought a shudder of excitement to her lips. Even though her climax was over, she felt the new surge of lust. That prick was so big in her palms!
She smoothed back the skin and felt her own flesh grow immediately slick with her own juices. Steve groaned and pumped his hips so that the steely prick fucked in and out of the circle she made with her fingers. She rubbed the bulging veins, caressed the spongy tip with a thumb and forefinger. Steve's mouth fell open. A glistening strand of drool leaked from the corner of his lips.
"Uhhhh... oh God, Robin do it faster, honey!"
She jacked the skin up and down. It moved tautly but easily on the hardness underneath and when she brought her hands toward the tip, the bursting thing grew even larger, darker. His cock was hot! Hot with trapped blood!
Another milky droplet formed at the tip, dangled for a moment and fell again to the slimy lake that was forming in her belly button. She was surprised at the heat of his seed. And the sharp odor was new to her, a little shocking. Her nostrils flared.
She flopped her head on the pillow and jacked the skin up and down while Steve's balls swung heavily against her hands.
"Touch my balls... like that! Hurry, Robin... Aaahhhnnn!"
Robin caressed the mushy wrinkles of his balls. She was surprised at the largeness of the twin eggs and wasn't sure exactly what Steve wanted her to do. Then she felt it. Above his balls, where the sac grew out of his body, she sensed a pulsing, a throbbing. She lifted his balls upwards, pushed a curious finger against the lump that was partially inside her brother's body. The lump, whatever it was, was bulging powerfully in a rhythm that matched the swell of his darkly ridged glans.
A much bigger glop of white seed bubbled out of the slit of Steve's cock and oozed back under the head where Robin smoothed it back along his shaft. Her jacking movements made sexy, sucky sounds and she saw that more thick cream was bubbling from Stevie's cock, slipping back where it was caught by her moving hand and worked along the length of his shaft. His cum clung in strings across her knuckles and there was more pumping out at every second.
"Ghaaaa!" Steve groaned.
A sharp jet of semen spat in an arc onto one of Robin's tits. Then another! It was coming hard! Robin whimpered excitedly at the slick heat, the excitement of something she'd never experienced.
"Am I hurting you, Stevie?"
"God... noooo! Don't stop!"
She palmed his balls, rubbing and wallowing them around in the hot sac. She couldn't feel anything special happening to them, but knew they were pumping potent sperm forcefully from the orifice of her brother's cock. Both her tits were glistening with warm strings of jizz. Some leaked down under her arm and, as she leaned forward to jack her brother off, it was spread in a slick, sticky coat over her skin.
Steve collapsed beside her after one final bolt of semen glopped thickly onto Robin's belly. She petted his shoulders, kissed his cheek. She daydreamed, her eyes closed so that she could make up what she needed. Her brother's warm body did the rest. She imagined them living on some island with, nothing to do but play and eat and fuck. The fact that this was incest didn't matter. The only thing that made it wrong was other people. On this island there was only the two of them.
When Steve rose suddenly from her arms and went into the bathroom, she didn't understand what was happening. He closed the door and she thought she heard him crying.
"Steve? Is something wrong?"
"You'd better get back home, Robin."
His voice sounded muffled and strange through the door. She looked at the mess on her tits, the drying cum, the red places where Steve, her brother, had kissed her. She dabbed herself off as best she could and got into her clothes.
"Steve, I have to see you before I go. Don't just run me out like this."
She was close to tears herself. Steve wouldn't answer, wouldn't open the door.
Robin went out the back door and down the alley. She was sore through the crotch. But she couldn't think of anything but the sin she and her brother had joined in. It had finally come to pass. Her brother had slid his hard cock up into her body. They had fucked like animals with no other thought but their pleasure.
Robin cried as she walked. What had been a paradise of love just moments before was now a shambles in her mind. Poor Steve, he had realized it before she had.
The bus came and Robin got on and went to the very back seat.
"What do ya want to see Nat for?" Gloria stood in the doorway with one hip cocked, a beer in her hand. There was loud music playing on the phonograph and Marcia could see a man's shoes beneath the doorway that led to the living room.
She swallowed her nervousness and tried a pleasant smile. "It's something very important."
Gloria's expression didn't change. Gloria had never liked her very much, had never been close to her in-laws. Marcia wondered if it was because Nat had wanted kids and she didn't. Nat had brought her over to Ralph's a couple of times. His wife hadn't much liked the attention Marcia had received from her uncle.
Gloria looked at her over the curl of cigarette smoke that rose from the filtertip she clutched with the drink.
"I told you Nat ain't here." She made as if to close the door. "He's out on the road."
"Gloria... wait." Marcia stepped closer. A man's face appeared from the doorway of the living room.
"Hey, Gloria, what's keeping you?" The man saw Marcia and disappeared.
Gloria beamed pure hate at Marcia for having discovered the little secret.
"I told you he isn't here." She started to slam the door again.
"Please!" Marcia had her foot wedged in the crack. "It's very important."
Gloria looked at her, sipped the drink.
"You might catch him at the freight yard. Thompson's Trucking. On Carter and Fourth." She sucked at the cigarette. "He was supposed to be taking off for Denver early this afternoon." She shrugged. "You might catch him if you're lucky."
Marcia turned on her heel, felt Gloria's hand on her shoulder.
"Hey listen, Marcia about this..." She jerked her head back toward the loud music.
Marcia gave her a thin smile. "I won't say anything."
"A girl needs a change once in a while." Gloria shrugged, smoked her filtertip. She was a thin-faced woman with hard, shallow eyes and a mouth that always seemed to look a little angry. "Nat fools around when he's on the road. It's no big thing." She smiled at Marcia for the first time, but there was no real emotion in it. Marcia turned to go. "Thompson's Freight Yard, you said?"
"You hurry and you might make it," Gloria said, smile gone, her little con game finished. The record ended and someone was changing it.
"Hey, Gloria, get your little ass in here, baby," the man called. He sounded half drunk. Gloria's eyes dropped and she closed the door quickly.
***
Marcia took a cab to Thompson's Freight Yard. She told the driver she'd tip him big if he hurried. And when he pulled up next to the big dock, Marcia thought she saw Nat's bright red tractor waiting to back under a trailer. She'd seen her uncle polishing it in the driveway of his home often enough.
The driver changed the hundred dollar bill with some grumbling and she tipped him and got out. Uncle Nat was banging on the tires of the trailer with a big hammer when she ran up.
"Hey beautiful!" He hugged her and held her back to take a look. "Why haven't you visited me lately?" Uncle Nat was taller, bigger through the shoulders than her father though their facial features were similar. Nat was somewhat more handsome, at least Marcia had always thought so. And her father was a good-looking man himself.
"Nat... I've just got to talk to you about some trouble I'm in."
"Couldn't be too bad. You look good." He hugged her shoulders, walked her around the rig. "Remember when you'd ride with me to Memphis and I'd take you to the amusement park?" Nat shook his head, laughed. "You'd get a tummy full of hot-dogs and take over my sleeper. I had a hell of a time getting much rest in those days." He looked at her again, eyes soft. "You were only ten. But damn, girl, you sure did grow up."
"Nat..." She stopped, ashamed that she couldn't keep from loading her troubles on him.
"Oh yeah... you said you had some kind of troubles." Nat looked at his watch. "Look, sugar, I'm due out of here in ten minutes. Why don't you climb aboard and I'll use the CB to get a message to your folks." He punched her shoulder lightly. "Ain't you ready to see a little of Denver?"
Marcia grinned. She felt warm, protected. She felt so much better than she had just ten minutes before. "I don't think Mom would mind."
"And I know your old man won't." Nat grabbed a clipboard down from the cab, marked something on it. "Well shake a leg, sugar. We're on our way."
Marcia clambered up the narrow ladder and slid into the big seat. The dashboard was like she'd remembered. Full of important-looking dials that glistened with chrome and glass.
Nat swung easily up and into the seat and started the big rig going. It took them half an hour to work their way out of the freight yards and out to the interstate. Marcia was almost hypnotized watching Nat's big arms work the gears, and the even thrum of the diesel seemed so real, so comforting. It was as if Sam Philbert was, some nightmare she'd had.
She was leaving Sam now, speeding north in a big truck beside a big man. She had to fight the impulse to slip over and hold tightly to her uncle's arm. He'd been her protector since she was a child. And it turned out that he would be again.
"Okay, sugar," Nat said, getting into a road gear, letting the truck's speedometer nudge past the legal limit of fifty-five. "Let's hear all these big troubles you got."
Marcia told him everything. She told him slowly, not leaving out any details. Even the part in the hotel. She wouldn't have been able to tell even her parents that. And it wasn't exactly easy to relate to her uncle what Sam had done to her. How he'd tied her up the first time and used that... that vibrator.
Twice Marcia had to stop and sop up tears with Nat's handkerchief. He was grim-faced for a long time after she'd finished and she was afraid that he was ashamed of her. That he thought she was trashy for letting Sam get her involved. But then he took her hand and pulled her over close. She sobbed quietly against his chest as he smoothed her shoulder and talked.
"I know that bastard, see. His old man was a big shot in our local union for a while until they caught him with his hand in the till. He got into some heavier stuff after that and somebody shot hell out of him just before the D.A. was going to present evidence to a grand jury." Nat chewed a match. "Sam would like to be like his old man, but he's a punk. He's got a nightclub down in El Paso, I hear. Not a place you'd want to go to. Me either for that matter. He's got his hand in with some greyhound tracks on the coast. He's got money all right." Nat shrugged. "He's just a punk."
"But he said he might do something to my folk... or at least he hinted he would do something if I didn't..." Marcia flushed red, bit her finger. "If I didn't keep being his girl."
Nat laughed loud. "Sam Philbert doesn't have the guts for anything that heavy. He's bluffing you. He knows you're young and a little scared of him." Nat snorted and shook his head. "He doesn't even have any boys who'll do his dirty work. The Mafia keeps a close eye on him and he knows it. They wouldn't let him start acting like a real gangster."
"Oh Nat, you make me feel so much better..." Marcia kissed his cheek.
"When I get back from this run, I'll take a couple of buddies and we'll go lean on Sam Philbert a little bit." Nat chuckled, rubbed a bulging bicep. "He loves his fancy car and his sissy suits too much to push too hard. He's a punk, Marcia. A filthy little punk."
"I feel so ashamed that... that it all happened." She sniffled and blinked. "You've just got to think I'm a piece of trash for ever even going out with him."
Nat smiled, pulled her close again. "You're young. Sam knows what turns a young girl's head. The car, the high life, the watch and clothes." The diesel whooshed by a carload of gawking tourists. "He knows that young girls don't go for truckers." Nat was holding back a big smile.
"I love truckers! They're the best people in the world."
Marcia nestled her head against his chest and hugged his hard stomach. She'd forgotten how much warmth her uncle was capable of when she was a little girl, she'd needed more of that than her parents had ever given her. And Nat was always there. He had no children of his own. And he always seemed a little distant from Gloria.
Marcia was suddenly curious about what his wife had said... about them messing around.
"Gloria told me I could catch you if I hurried," she started, hoping to weave the conversation around to the subject of their marriage.
Nat's face hardened. "I'm surprised you could get her off her back." He found a fresh match and jammed it between his teeth. "She's got at least three back-door men. Must keep her pretty busy."
Marcia decided to let the whole thing drop. She liked Nat better when he was crazy and full of jokes.
"What say I take you out to eat when we get to Denver?"
"Sounds fun!"
"We'll make a night of it. Maybe even take in the amusement park."
***
But it started to rain hard at Raton. By the time they'd passed Trinidad it was coming down so hard that traffic was crawling. Nat wove the giant rig patiently through the balky traffic and pushed towards Walsenburg. The spinning, red lights of a highway patrol car stopped them five miles short.
"Bridge washed out!" the patrolman called up. He looked wet, even under his slicker. "There's a train off up ahead too. Hell of a mess." The red lights looked like a flying saucer glinting off the pavement. "The road through La Junta is open, but you'll have some backtracking to do."
Marcia noticed how dark it was getting.
Nat rubbed his nose thoughtfully. "Sonofabitch. I guess we'll just pull into that rest stop up ahead and call it a night."
The patrolman waved and went back to another car who'd pulled up.
Nat parked the rig in the truck lane and the two of them ran laughing through the torrent to the rest rooms. When they were back inside the cozy cab, Nat pulled out a small duffel from under the seat. There was a box of crackers, some canned meat and cheese.
"I always try to be prepared for this kind of crap. Driving a truck, you have to be."
Marcia thought it was a wonderful meal. And when they were putting the scraps away, Nat produced yet another surprise. A slim pint of good Scotch.
"Who says truckers ain't got no taste." He swigged and passed the bottle to her.
Marcia felt the whiskey glow almost immediately. She felt better than she'd felt in months. When she leaned back, her head seemed to fit naturally in the crook of her uncle's strong arm. They'd tired of talk for a while. And slowly, inevitably the mood in the cab changed.
The idle rub of Nat's fingers on her shoulder felt too good. So strong and yet so gentle. Marcia found herself imagining a little too much. She tried to shake the thoughts away, but they kept coming back. Nat felt them too, she just knew it. He had sensed something in the heat of her thigh against his... just the heavy, breathless silence was enough.
Marcia closed her eyes and listened to his heart. She was letting herself slip dangerously close to that... that line where two people either had to stop, or cross over. Marcia knew that the slightest gesture could now trigger things she knew were wrong.
Nat. Her loving uncle. Yes... loving. The affection she'd had for him as a child was stronger than ever. But she felt more. The need to make it perfect.
Oh God, what was wrong with her head! She didn't have to conjure up the word. It was there anyway. Incest. Uncles, cousins, brothers, sisters all taboo.
And in a little bit Nat would tuck her to bed in the sleeper and then sit up watching the rain with his bottle and thinking of his two-timing wife back home. How could she let him know that she wished that...
Oh, it was all so complicated.
"Guess you'd better climb into that old sleeper before you pass out and I have to throw you back there," Nat laughed. He patted her shoulder.
Marcia's belly was full of white light. She could be good, do what she was supposed to do. Or she could...
"Nat?"
"Yeah, sugar." His chin just touched the top of her head.
Marcia tilted her chin up, turned her face so that when he looked down their lips would.
Nat kissed her with a anguished moan. She let her head fall back as far as it would go, opened her lips to him.
"Ohhhmmmmm," she gasped against his mouth. "Ohhhh, Nat, I love you!"
He was so strong! His hard arms seemed to ask for her surrender and she ran her fingertips weakly up his chest as he kissed her again... and again. She could see the dark luster of his brown hair, she smoothed it with her palms, tilting her face for him again, begging with a whimper for his tongue.
Nat's hands searched her back. He didn't hesitate to pull her into a position so he could slip under the tight jersey and cup one full tit. Her naked nipple rose timidly against his palm.
Marcia writhed on the seat to get closer. Her hand slipped down onto his thigh. Her hand moved steadily toward that lump in his Levi's where she knew his cock was hot and hard and eager.
"Marcia! My little baby..." He held both her tits now, looked at her as if he still couldn't believe how she'd grown up.
She couldn't meet his gaze for long. Uncle, incest, sin... and yet she had been the instigator. Maybe she was just trash.
"Nat. I knew we shouldn't kiss, but I couldn't help it." Her little finger was against that lump of his cock now. She could feel his prick pulsing. God his cock seemed so big... so much bigger than Sam Philbert's.
"Okay." Nat laughed, slipped his hands away from her tits. "We've had our little fun. You get your ass up in that sleeper now, hear?" He slapped her rear.
Marcia didn't want to take her hand away from that lovely, warm lump. She looked down at his cock-lump with a pout. Nat saw her look.
"Marcia honey, your dad is my brother."
Marcia watched the muscles ripple under his shirt... she watched them hungrily. Outside the rain beat steadily on the metal cab. Rivers of water washed down the windshield, making the lights on the highway glitter like jewels.
They were in their own lovely private world. Marcia was past shame now. She only wanted Nat, wanted him bad enough to cry.
"Make love to me, Nat!" It was a whisper. She let her finger rub the lump of his cock lightly. Even through the layer of jeans his prick was warm to the touch. "Please... oh please."
Nat tilted the pint up, swallowed hard. "I ain't gonna let you have no more of this stuff. Makes you crazy."
Marcia didn't need booze. She was out of her mind. She began to whimper, started unbuttoning the front of Nat's shirt.
"I loved the way you were touching my tits... God, that was so sweet."
"Listen, Marcia..."
She yanked the tail out so she could undo the last button. Then she parted it, looked hotly at the thickly folded muscles of his chest. She opened her soft lips around one taut male nipple and tongued it. She'd never done anything like that in her life, hadn't met a man who'd made her want to. But if it felt so good for a girl, wouldn't a man like it too?
Nat grunted and tried to push her head away, then weakened. She lapped wildly at the knot of flesh, nipped at it with her teeth. Her other hand was working up and down his hard belly. The dark curls there tickled her palm. She pushed his shirt back over his shoulders and began to kiss the other side of his chest.
Nat caught her suddenly, firmly. He held her back by the shoulders and shook her a little.
"That's enough, Marcia! I said, that's enough!"
She sat sulking for a moment. Then she grabbed the pint from the seat and gulped.
Nat took it from her fingers after her third swallow.
She looked angrily at him. Oh God, it couldn't end like this. It just couldn't! Marcia knew she'd gone too far to be worried about propriety any more. And the whiskey had given her another inch of nerve.
She grabbed her jersey at the hem and yanked it off over her head. Nat's eyes locked on her tits as they bobbed free. She knew they were nice tits. They were fully matured and high on her chest. She had the nicest tits in her senior class in high school, no other girl had even come close.
Her Levi's came next. She kicked off her sandals too, snaked out of the tight blue denim. Then her panties. Nat might stop her at any moment. He might spank her good or even slap her across the face. She didn't know what he might do. But she couldn't stop.
It was hard being graceful in the cab of a truck, but she slipped the dainty silk panties off and hung them on the gear shift. Then so slowly that she could almost taste the tension of her uncle's body, she brought her hands up to frame his handsome face. She pushed her tits against his bare-chest and kissed him. It was a light, teasing kiss. She only brushed her lips over his at first, then dampened the corners of his mouth with her tongue. She breathed soft words as she gently nipped at his mouth.
She licked his chin, his cheeks, weaving her long fingers into his hair. Then she speared her tongue shyly between his teeth, pulled it quickly back and began kissing his hot lips gingerly again.
"Love me, Nat," she breathed. "Make love to me. I want to have your cock inside me, I want you to fuck me..." The word had slipped out so naturally. Marcia hid her embarrassment, kept on wetting his mouth with hers.
The second time she gave him her tongue to suck, he took it, pulled it deeply between his lips.
"You're beautiful," he gasped at last. His fingers traced the large, firm curves of her tits, her warm belly. Then he was sucking a nipple between his teeth.
Marcia gave a shuddering whine of pleasure, arched herself up to him. Her pussy flooded suddenly with juice, wetting her heel where she had it tucked beneath her body.
She climbed back into the sleeper. There was a tiny, glowing lamp that made it amber and cozy.
Nat unbuckled his pants. She heard his cowboy boots thump to the floorboard. And then he was climbing into her arms.
When the huge welt of his cock pressed into her thigh, she jumped. The fear she felt was a surprise, a shock to her warm need. She hadn't guessed Nat's cock would be hung like that! She was almost afraid to look.
Nat moved, rumpling the covers. She let her fingers fall down the slope of his stomach, pretended by accident to find his prick.
"You're... y-y-you're cock's really big!"
Nat rested on one side next to her. She didn't want to seem scared, but she couldn't resist having a look.
Marcia camouflaged her movements, kissed his chest and belly, then pushed her long hair out of her eyes and stared. In the amber glow of the sleeper, she could see his prick clearly. Thick and uncircumcised. The foreskin covered all but the very tip of the glans and even as she watched, the head swelled with blood, the foreskin slipping back some to expose the purple gloss of meat.
As near as she could tell, Nat's cock was close to eight inches long and at least two and a half inches across. The glans was even thicker than that. Her uncle's cock made Sam Philbert's prick look like half a popsicle. And Nat's balls were in proportion to the rest of him.
Marcia was shaking and knew she had to hide it. But how would she ever be able to take that cock inside her young body? Even Sam's cock had felt tight inside her pussy and she was sore afterward. But this... this...
Nat held her hair up so he could kiss the nape of her neck. Chills of pleasure swamped her. She pressed back into his arms as he fondled her large tits and then plowed a finger down into the brown thatch of her pubes. She felt him divide the swollen lips of her cunt and search gently inside for the clit that she wanted him to find.
He moved so that she was sitting in the circle of his legs, her back against his stomach as he felt her pussy, searched each hot and slippery fold, dug a thumb upward into her cunt until she whimpered and let her head fall backward. She could feel his huge cock pressed up against her ass and back. She pushed her legs out straight in the sleeper. His hands worked like hungry animals at her parted pussy. She saw the dark circle her juice was making on the sheet.
"I might hate myself for all this, Marcia." Nat kissed her shoulder. "But it's as good as done now. I'm going to fuck you, honey. I'm gonna fuck you good as I know how to fuck. I just hope you don't hate me and hate yourself after it's all over with."
"Oh God, Nat! I'd die for you! I love you!"
He smothered her mouth with his and let his middle finger slide into the valley between her cuntlips, let it slide under and up until she felt it rubbing against the silken walls of her pussy.
Marcia moaned into his mouth and squirmed wildly. No man had ever held her like this. His embrace felt secure and lovely and right. And then Nat was pulling her up higher as he lay back. She could feel his cock sliding down under her ass, further even until she sat on his abdomen, his knees supporting part of her weight. The tip of his cock jutted back toward the glistening split of her pussy. Nat was lying on his back now as she sat there erect, touching the heavy cock that grew from his crotch.
"Nat... I... Ohhhh God, I'm about to burn up!"
She fumbled at the huge cock and as she did, the foreskin slipped back to expose the tumid glans. She was looking at it. The tendons in her thighs tingled with excitement. She inched her ass down on Nat's belly. With shaking fingers she guided the bulging, thick tip against her cunt-hole.
"Uhhhh... Oh Jesus! Oh Nat, how will I get it in?"
Nat smoothed her back with warm fingers, then circled her waist and lifted her slightly.
"Lean back a little and scoot down with your knees... it'll go in baby, it'll go..."
"Ohhhh, I'm scared... your cock's so hot and hard!"
Still supporting herself on her knees, she lifted her body so that her cunt was directly under Nat's prick. He helped her hold it at the right angle as she lowered herself carefully. She was gasping more than breathing.
When the hot, streamlined tip of his prick pressed at her slit she saw her cuntlips force back the foreskin to expose the purple ridge where the glans flared from the shaft. It was scary and gorgeous too. The hot meat slipped into the soft hole of her cunt. Instinctively she closed her muscles down, barring entrance.
Nat grunted as the powerful circle of her pussy caressed his cockhead. Then he tightened his grip on Marcia's waist and forced her slowly down. The ring gave, parted for the slick tip of his prick.
Marcia was panting hard. She rocked her hips, pulling upwards, afraid. But Nat's hands kept a steady pressure downwards. As she squirmed nervously, she felt the mouth of her pussy stretched and then stretched more. Just when it seemed like something would break, Nat move his hips and the glans entered her, popped past the muscled lips of her cunt.
"Ohhh noooo! You're too big... Oh Nat, I can't think straight anymore... I love you, Nat... Ohhhhh what's happening to me?"
She sank back helplessly on his chest. It was a strange and exciting position. Nat on his back, legs spread... she with her back against his chest as she covered the hands that loved her tits. His cock was inside her cunt now. When she moved, his prick felt like he could tear her pussy out. She was deathly afraid of his cock and crazy about it too.
She brought her knees together and bent them until her heels dragged up the mattress and nestled against the wrinkled warmth of Nat's big balls.
"I love the way your ass fits against me," he said, voice raw with excitement. "You're some kind of woman, Marcia." He bumped his hips and she felt another inch of cock fuck into her cunt.
"Ohhhhh!"
The sensations that tingled through her stretched pussy were indescribable. She let her hands flutter down over her belly, down beneath the soft curve of her cunt. And there she felt his cock. She traced the steel-hard shaft where it entered her pussy. Her outer lips were peeled back around its massive thickness and floods of cuntjuice poured from the delicate membranes. Her glands were trying to lubricate her cunt for the invasion of something so large.
"Nat! You won't hurt me-me, will you?"
Nat caught her head, turned it, strained to reach her mouth. She twisted her own face and they kissed in a teasing, hot moment. Then he rolled her gently onto her side. He was moving his pelvis in short, sharp jabbing motions.
Each time he moved she could feel that cock spearing her, could feel it forcing its way into the strained, wet tunnel of her cunt. Her uncle's wonderful fucking bordered on the edge of pain. But the discomfort was heavily laced with turbulent pleasure.
She couldn't hold her hips still, pain or not. She felt him rolling her onto her belly, felt him part her thighs and work his own between them. Her asscheeks were against his belly as he worked his prick deeper into her pussy.
Now she was face down in the sleeper, her tits swollen against her uncle's cupped hands as he fucked her from behind, gentle now as if he wanted to be sure she would be able to take his cock. Marcia felt his lips at the nape of her neck.
"Marcia... baby..."
He wet her face. She could feel his rooting, thick prick and the way her asscheeks were flattened against his lower belly. When he pulled back, she felt her cunt being yanked along with him. It was as if that barb, that taut fleshy barb had speared and caught her. The only way she could ever be freed would be for Nat to jet his seed deep into her cunt.
She bit her lip as he fucked himself deeper. His cock was a little over halfway inside her body and miraculously she was taking him.
"Ahhh... Uhhhh!"
She bucked her hips, arching her back sharply and pushing her lovely ass high. This angle seemed to open her cunt more, seemed to bring new floods of lubrication.
Nat slipped his fingers away from her nipples and slid them down her sides. She felt him grasp her firmly at the hips and lift her... he was up on his knees.
"Ohhhhh!" She gasped with the excitement of the new position. Like dogs they were. She spread her hands out to support herself.
Nat was holding her pelvis firmly, guiding his prick perfectly into the wetness of her pussy. She heard the slick sucking noise as he pulled back. Then he fucked powerfully. Her cunt was wet enough now, hot enough.
She felt the huge shaft gaining two inches, three. The friction around her cunt where the flesh was pulled tight was about to make her scream. Every nerve in her body seemed focused on this huge cock that was pushing her soft insides around to make room. Oh God, Nat was really a man! She felt like surrendering to his every wish. And what made it better was that she loved him so much, had loved him all her life.
"Uhhhh... Nat," she babbled, wanting to tell him everything she felt. "Your cock's so big inside me and so hot! I can feel the way your tip swells out... I can feel it making room. Oh I wish I could see it too." She laughed, sucked a ragged breath. "I love your prick, Nat... Ohhhh God! Darling!"
He had pushed his body up against hers. His cock was deep. Very, very deep. And when she tensed the muscles of her cunt, she felt the soft, feathery folds caressing his shaft and tip. Nat licked her back wildly. His hands stretched for her tits. It was as if he wanted to touch all of her at the same time.
Marcia didn't know how she was rolled over. She only just found herself being turned in Nat's loving arms, rolled around so that her leg had to be doubled back to clear his body and then she was on her back, both feet pawing the low roof of the truck's sleeper as Nat began to work the last inch of his cock into her steamy young pussy.
"Ohh... Oh... Oh... Uhnnn... good... fuck... Ohhhh fuck..." She pulled wildly at his hair, kissed his face as the big cock gouged into her cunt.
Marcia felt the bulging, taut glans nestle finally against the very mouth of her womb. That tiny little knot that was the end of her pussy. And then he fucked her gently as his heavy balls pushed tight against the lower part of her vulva.
New rushes of cuntjuice flooded out to wet his balls. Whimpering with fever, Marcia pushed her hands down and felt the place where her cunt had been stabbed, so full. She traced the circle of her inner cuntlips where they stretched around the big cock. And her outer cuntlips were swelled tightly around it too, seeping juice at the edges. There was nothing left! She had him all... all of his cock inside her!
Nat held her head with one hand and her ass with the other as he began to fuck her strongly. She lolled her head back and opened her mouth for him to suck. They loved each other's tongues and gasped hot words.
Marcia felt his powerful hips stroking the thick, hot beast of his cock in and out. When it was almost all the way out of her pussy, she felt that her insides had sucked into a tiny, wrinkled balloon. But then he plunged deep and filled her with cock.
She wiggled and flopped her trim ass, giving him her thighs, her belly, her tits. She wrapped her feet behind his back and locked them so she could hang there as he fucked furiously.
She felt her first come building. Her pussy convulsed around Nat's penis. She grabbed for his balls to fondle and knead them. Her come shot through her cunt like a hot bolt of lighting. Nat felt it too, felt the way her cunt tightened suddenly at the base of his prick. But even as that short, sharp chunk of pleasure was fading, she felt another behind it.
Coming... coming... it would be bigger than the first!
"Nat. Ohhhhh Nat! I'm g-g-gonna come again! Oh Jeeeesus!"
"Marcia... I don't want to get you in trouble, honey... I think I..."
"Oh no Nat... come inside me! You can! You can!" She could hardly speak through the rising storm of her lust. "My... period... tomorrow probably... Oh Nat... come!"
Marcia was straining every muscle, moving her whole body in a dozen different directions. She raked at her lover's back with long nails, bit at his shoulder. She humped her young ass tip and down, rocking her pelvis to make the angle of his steely cock hurt her a little.
The big cockhead was stretching her cunt. She'd never be the same and she was glad! When he dragged his cock back to fuck deep again, Marcia made her pussy tighten around the ridged crown, made it bathe the sensitive membrane with her hot, slick juice.
Nat grunted and shoved deep again. Their wild pleasure twisted them onto their sides. Then Marcia found herself on top for a moment. She kissed and drooled into Nat's mouth, babbling again how much she loved him. She pushed her big tits down onto his chest so he could feel the hardness of her nipples. She rocked herself on that rigid cock as the slick cuntjuice slurped, around his prick. She was so close now... only an instant away and yet it seemed to hang there. It was maddening. And lovely. And the best thing in the world.
"Uncle Nat," she sobbed, coming apart with the frenzied hunger inside her cunt. "I think I'm gonna die..."
She closed her thighs, fucking violently. The increased pressure made Nat grab hard at her humping, dancing ass. His fingers slipped along the crack, sunk into the hot whorl of her asshole.
Marcia arched back, quivering. The moment was upon her. In her furious flight toward paradise, Marcia fucked with the throes of a person gone insane. And as she squirmed and hunched, Nat's cock slipped from her pussy.
"Ohhhh... Ohhhh help, Nat help!"
She grasped for the slick cock with both hands, poised on her knees as she struggled to get it back inside her cunt. She was looking directly down on the pulsing, purple head when a stream of hot jizz shot against her clitoris. That heat and force made her convulse weakly with the first spasm of her final climax.
Nat seemed to know she was too far gone to push his cock back into her cunt. He rolled her over with a growl, forced her quivering thighs apart with strong fingers.
Marcia screamed with ecstasy as she felt the glossy prick divide her cuntlips and sink quickly into her pussy. She came! Whining and bucking and writhing around the lovely hard cock that speared her deep.
Nat held her hard as he fucked his semen hard and hot into her womb.
"Soooo... gooood! Nat... fuck me! Ohhhh! Uhhnnn! Uhnnn! Uhnnn!"
Marcia felt at last that this was what it was all about. She was getting thoroughly, wonderfully fucked. It made everything else that had happened to her seem shoddy.
Nat's strong arms held her soft body up hard against his chest. She could feel the muscles in his thighs quivering as he fucked her. She rubbed her trembling palms softly over his hard, strong ass, loving the way it pinched inwards when he drove his prick against her womb. And when he held the tip deep inside like that, she could wiggle her hips and rub her clit against that hardened flesh.
Each time he gasped, she knew that another hot fountain of semen was jetted into her cunt. By now it was leaking out around the lips of her cunt. She put a finger down and let it ooze onto it. Then she smeared the musky cream over her lips and gave them to Nat to kiss. He sucked her tongue.
She whined and let the bursting stars dance on her closed eyelids. The itching fire covered the lower part of her body completely and the more she worked her curd against the base of Nat's cock, the hotter grew the pleasure until at last her clit seemed to explode. She could feel it like a small prick... rubbing hard against Nat's cockshaft.
Marcia didn't realize she'd fainted until she felt the cool rag on her forehead and opened her eyes to see Nat's blurry features. He looked a little worried and his hands were petting her as if she were some priceless, lovely flower.
"You okay, sweetheart?"
"Nat... you... what happened?"
She tried to sit up, but the dizziness made her flop back. Then she felt her cunt. It was swollen and leaking Nat's thick cream.
"Nat, your cock... where is it!"
Nat laughed and guided her hand down between his thighs. "I still got it, honey. But you sure took the starch out of it."
"Oh I love your cock... I was afraid... I dreamed you were gone." She sunk her fingers into the soft, hot flesh of his cock. It was only about two thirds as big as it had been, but his prick felt lovely just the same.
"Marcia, that cock belongs to you from now on." Nat rubbed his face, looked wearily through the part in the sleeper's curtain. "I don't know what we've let ourselves in for, but I don't think I could get along without you now."
Marcia threw her arms around his neck.
"Oh that makes me so happy!" She kissed him on the chest and rested her head against him. She felt so tired, so contented. "Nat," she said to hear the sound of his name. "My Uncle Nat."
"Damn," he said, shaking his head. "I just fucked my niece."
He looked hard into her eyes. She could see the wrinkles he'd earned from the road, the taut leathery features of a Westerner who in another time might have booted a stage coach across the rocky roads. She wasn't afraid of Sam Philbert anymore.
"Can we get married?" she whispered.
"We'd better talk about that later." He turned off the small light in the sleeper and pulled her back against his belly. "We got some driving to do tomorrow and then Denver to do up. And after that I'd like to have a little conversation with this Sam Philbert sonofabitch."
Marcia laughed and wiggled her ass against his soft cock. She wondered what it would be like to have Nat fuck her in the ass.
How naughty could she get?
She giggled, bit her bottom lip. Pretty damned naughty. It felt good getting naughty with someone like Nat. He was family. She swallowed hard, letting her lips form the word carefully. Family. Kin. No, she wasn't going to drag all that up to worry about tonight. She closed her eyes and nestled deeper in her uncle's embrace.
"I certainly wish your sister would have left a message for that young man, Sam Philbert. He's called five times a day since she went with her uncle to Denver."
Robin looked up from her grapefruit. "Yes, Mom."
"I get the feeling that something funny is going on. I don't see why Marcia would want to treat Sam badly. He was so charming the night she introduced him to the family..." Her mother was filing her nails. She was always filing her nails.
"I thought he was a jerk."
"What did you say, darling?"
"Nothing." Robin squinted at the sour piece of grapefruit she'd forked into her mouth. "Isn't Marcia coming back today?"
"That's what Nat said in his message. So nice of him to put up with Marcia. They used to have such times together. I think Nat always missed having a child of his own. Gloria was never much interested in starting a family. Nat just adored little Marcia and she knew it."
"Yeah." Robin dug her spoon at the grapefruit, put it down.
She wasn't hungry. She was tired. She hadn't had much sleep for the past few days. And when she did get to sleep, she dreamed something which always woke her up. Boys called them wet dreams. Because they came when they had them. She'd only come once, but her panties got pretty soppy whether she woke up first or not. So maybe they were wet dreams for girls too.
She was always on the verge of tears. Day or night. There was one thing she wanted more than anything else. That was to see Stevie again. Even now she could see him, see his naked body, see his... his cock! She could feel that hard, hot prick jumping in her hand as it spit seed onto her skin.
Though someone else might think she was crazy, that time with him had been lovely. She tried hard to remember how his cock had felt... that slimy stuff dripping off her tits. Her mother was staring at her.
"You have the strangest look on your face, Robin. Is something wrong?"
"No! No... nothing. What could be wrong?"
"You've been acting... out of touch of late."
Robin scraped her chair back. "I gotta go."
"Oh yes, how are your tennis classes coming?"
"Fine. Just fine."
Robin hurried down the hall to her room. No matter what trouble it might cause, no matter if her brother didn't want to see her... she just had to see him. At least he could hug her and tell her that he still loved her. Forget the fucking.
Robin laughed without humor. Ha! If only she could forget about fucking. For eighteen years she hadn't thought much about fucking at all and then -- blam! -- it was all she could do to take a bath without touching her pussy. She couldn't even sleep without dreaming about cocks and balls and her brother kissing her cunt.
Robin wiggled out of her nightie and put on her pleated tennis skirt. It was snow white and contrasted nicely with her tan legs. It hung pertly on her high, firm ass, a short skirt that swirled out to show her cunt when she turned before the mirror.
She covered her cunt with white bikini panties trimmed with lace. She liked the sexy feel of the elastic waistband riding so low on her abdomen cutting across the plump cheeks of her ass so that an inch of her crack showed.
She spun again, began to ponder what she'd put on for a top. She tried a little halter that went with the tennis outfit, but the cups were too rigid. Her small tits felt lost inside and the silhouette she saw in the mirror was not her silhouette.
At last she chose a thin nylon shirt. It was white and almost translucent so that when everything was right, she could just glimpse the brown curve of her titties underneath. It was too short to tuck into her skirt, short enough that her flat tummy showed when she walked.
She ran a brush through her hair and pursed her lips at the reflection in the mirror. Too many freckles and that God-awful mole on her left earlobe. At least she'd gotten rid of her braids and blown her hair out with Marcia's dryer to add something to her femininity. It didn't look half bad.
She'd gone with braids for so long that this change had truly surprised her. Her hair was thick and lustrous and seemed to have a slight natural curve so that it swept up cutely at the tops of her shoulders.
Robin grabbed the tennis racket she'd borrowed from a friend and bounced down the hall in her new tennis shoes. She didn't even know how to hold the damned thing, but her folks didn't have to know that.
Her mother was puttering in the kitchen so Robin climbed the stairs quickly and sneaked into Marcia's bedroom. She found the bottle of perfume on the dresser, dabbed it behind both ears and on her wrists. She was about to put the top back on when she remembered another important place. She got two big droplets on the tip of her finger and spreading her thighs, pulling down her panties, she wet her dainty pubes. It felt sexy to have that scent down there and she knew that if her cunt got really hot it would really smell nice.
Sure, she was going after Stevie. She wanted him so bad. She wasn't even afraid to admit it to herself. She took a last look, this time in her older sister's full-length mirror. She looked pretty damned good!
"Robin, are you in your sister's room?"
"Uhh... looking for something, Mom." Robin hurried downstairs with her racket.
Her mother was drying her hands as she started out the door.
"And what is that smell?"
"See you later, Mom."
***
Stevie's jeep was parked in back when she came up the alley. It always made her heart skip when she saw that he was there, when she knew her trip had not been wasted. Of course she hadn't so much as spoken to him on the phone since that last strange time.
She was breathless with excitement as she started up the weedy, overgrown back yard. But she sensed something was wrong, even before she reached the back step. A voice, two voices through the small window at the corner. A girl's voice in her brother's room.
Robin bit her lip, frozen there with the racket clenched under her arm.
There were too many emotions running through her for Robin to know exactly how she felt. Over it all was a vague sickness in her stomach. She went over to the two big bushes that partially had the window from view. She looked guiltily from side to side. A peeping torn was what people called them. At least no one would see her in the bushes.
She pushed the branches apart and moved into the leafy, green shade. The window was all the way open, the curtains sucked out through the screenless space. Robin listened.
"I just don't like the taste of cum," said the whiny, female voice. There was the faint sound of two wet things brushing together... lips maybe or...
"Please, Linda... you don't have to swallow it." Steve's voice. It was strained with passion.
Robin stood on tip-toes, peered over the edge of the windowsill.
Her brother was on his back on the bed, a dark-haired beauty kneeling between his spread thighs. She was about Robin's size but probably older. She had Steve's cock in both hands and was bending over it with open mouth.
Robin had to choke back a cry of lust as the girl named Linda brought the tip of her tongue slowly up her brother's cockshaft and then tickled the head with fluttery movements. He thrust his hips up, trying to push his prick into her mouth. But the girl giggled and jerked her head away.
"I know how a guy gets so crazy... you'd grab me and keep it in there until I'd have to swallow it." Linda opened her mouth, took Steve's cock inside for a few teasing seconds and yanked it away again.
Steve moaned, pumping his hips helplessly.
"Come on..." he begged.
"Let's just fuck."
"We already fucked." Steve grabbed at her hair, tried to push her lips down.
Linda pulled away and got off the bed. She was inside a pair of jeans and pulling on a T-shirt before Steve could get to her.
"I've got to take my little brother somewhere. I'll be back after that."
"You sure you're not mad?" Steve kissed her.
The girl smiled. "No. I'll be back if you want me to."
Steve's look told her that. Robin felt like screaming or crying or both. She ducked behind the bushes as the girl went out and down the walk. When all was quiet again, she hurried to the door and banged.
"Robin!" Steve's face was a mixture of pain and pleasure. He'd pulled on a pair of cut-off jeans but that was all. Robin could tell by the way his cock lumped down one leg that he wasn't wearing skivvies.
"I'm supposed to be playing tennis." She smiled, shrugged. She was trying so hard to be cool. But looking at her brother's chest, his long, sinewy arms, his freckled face. She could hardly contain the hunger she felt.
"Come on in." He held the screen open. "But just for a second. I've got somebody coming over pretty soon."
She stepped past him, threw the racket on a chair. "Anybody I know?"
Robin knew he had been looking at her ass when she turned. His eyes flicked away like he was ashamed. She gave him her ass again, hoping he'd take another long glance. She knew that she looked sexy in that pleated tennis skirt. She swished her ass a little, letting Steve see the lace bikinis underneath.
"Listen, Robin... I'm sorry about what happened last time you came over..."
"It wasn't just your fault," she said, "I helped."
"But it was wrong... and that's why I think we'd better cool it for a while." He went to the window as if he might be expecting that girl back any time.
Robin was suddenly angry. "What do you mean, cool it?"
"I mean not see each other, you know." He still had his back to her. He couldn't look her in the eyes.
"After knowing each other this long, after loving each other... you're telling me we can't see each other any more!"
Steve turned but didn't look directly at her. "Oh, later we could... just be friends like before. But..."
Robin went over and stood close to him. She was breathing hard. She knew that the perfume was warming on her skin, that Steve must smell it by now. Marcia always used it so it had to be sexy.
"Steve?"
"What?"
"Hold me a second. Just hold me..."
Steve looked at the ceiling, frowned. "Damn it, Robin."
"Just for a second. I've been crazy worrying about you and how you must have felt after the time we spent there in your bed."
"Don't even remind me." He started to turn away, but Robin caught his arms.
"Steve!" She put her cheek against his chest. Then ever so gently she let her thighs come forward. Yes, the cock-lump was still there. His prick was half erect excited.
"Hold me. Just hold me for a second and then I'll leave."
"Promise?"
"Yes, promise."
His hands curved over the top of her shoulders and she sighed with hot emotion and wiggled her tits against him. Her tits were mashed against his chest and she was lifting her thigh again into the heat of his groin.
Somehow she got her hand down and the first button of his cut-off jeans unbuttoned before he grabbed her shoulders and tried to thrust her back. Too late. Her hand curved around the heavy, hot meat of his cock. She squeezed it hard and began kissing his arms and chest.
"Robin... damn you!" Steve staggered back, fell trembling into a chair.
Robin was on her knees between his legs in a flash. She knew she had only this one chance to have his cock again. And despite the guilt he felt and was making her feel, that hunger had to be sated. Or she knew she'd die!
Now her own juices were working. The silken crotch of her bikini panties was absolutely soppy. And the scent of the musky perfume permeated the room. Stevie's face looked slack, dazed.
She had his shorts open at the fly now and his cock stood stiff and straight and beautiful in her hands, his loose-hanging balls below. And Robin knew she had to do the one thing which would win him. That thing the other girl wouldn't attempt. She swallowed her fear and looked at the swollen, dark glans of her brother's prick.
"Stevie... I... I want to s-s-suck your cock!" Even the words had brought chills of fear into the pit of her stomach. Cocksucking was so foreign to her... she had only heard whispered stories in the past. But after hearing her brother begging that strange girl she knew it must happen. She loved Stevie enough to have a try.
His hands caught at the sides of her head. "Robin... go home... leave me alone."
Robin twisted her face free and began to lick his balls. They slid around hotly in the slick sack and she caught the wrinkled skin and sucked one ball into her mouth. It felt weird to know that the spongy nut was packed with her brother's seed and that very seed would be inside her mouth in a little while... if she had the nerve.
She rolled her tongue around, hoping to make him like what she was doing. Steve panted, tried to catch her head again but let his hands fall finally to Robin's shoulders.
"That smell... you... Robin, you smell wild!"
A thrill shot through her belly. She knew she had him if she only could make herself suck the cum from his cock. If she could only milk his heavy cream with her nursing tongue and gulp it down. She shuddered just thinking about it. But she had to try.
She let her tongue-tip trail up the bulging tube that ran along the bottom of his cock. His cock was hot everywhere and when she got to the flared crown she trembled with uncertainty. Then she let her upper lip curve forward, licked it wet and pushed it over the steamy glans.
Steve went stiff in his chair. She dragged her tongue up between the plump lobes at the bottom of the tip. Steve made a funny choking sound. She rubbed back and forth there until the saliva welled into her mouth and seeped down the taut skin of his cockshaft. She tightened both hands on his prick, felt the blood bottled up at the head until the membranes stretched against her teeth, brushed the roof of her mouth. She had that much inside her mouth anyway. But the unfamiliar sensation made her head swim.
A male cock! A prick! Four inches of prick inside her mouth. Thank God it was her brother, thank God she loved him so much.
"Robin... Ohhhh Goddamn it... what are you doing anyway?"
She made a trough of her tongue and bobbed her head straight down until the hot glans was dangerously far back in her mouth. Then she bobbed up again. Up and down, up and down... faster.
The spit oozed from the corners of her mouth. The hot little panting sounded sexy even to herself. And it made Stevie breathe hard too. His thigh muscles were all bulged out and when she rubbed them with her free hand, he almost came unglued.
She massaged his thighs when they disappeared up into his groin and as she rubbed, her fingers accidentally found something else. It was a bulge deep inside his body, just behind the place where his balls were fastened. The bulge pulsed. She rubbed it gingerly, curiously. It throbbed and she could feel the tip of her brother's cock swell huge on her tongue.
She sucked like a hungry little kitten. She made her tongue do circles on his glans and then drove it up and down the bottom of his shaft. She had about two thirds of his cock inside her mouth now, but his prick was so big that she was afraid she was biting him a little. It made her jaws ache, but she kept up the bobbing movements of her head, pretending that Stevie was her husband, that they were alone in their house with no one to bother them ever.
Her panties were drenched with hot cuntjuice. She wiggled her ass to rub the outer lips of her pussy together. The friction over the tiny bead of her clit was intense. She wiggled harder, moaning as she sucked Steve's cock.
Suddenly he lurched forward, his hands tangling in her thick, red hair. A bolt of hot cum spit against the back of her throat and Robin had to fight the impulse to jerk her mouth away from his shaft.
But she squeezed her eyes tight and made her cheeks pull in around his meat as she sucked harder. Steady floods of Steve's cream fountained from the tip of his cock. The taste of his cum was sour, a flat, sour taste.
Robin gulped some down. Strings of semen caught in her throat, but she swallowed again and got it down.
Steve was flopping around in the chair like he'd lost his mind. His thighs were tight around her body. Robin rubbed his balls with both hands now as she worked her lips like slick snakes over the bursting glans.
Her chin dripped cum. Semen escaped from the corners of her mouth. It made a slick coating over her teeth. But she didn't care. Having his cum in her belly only seemed to make her hotter. She took her mouth gently from her brother's prick and let it sag back onto his belly.
There was a knock at the door.
Robin went over shakily arid somehow got it open. The girl with dark hair, the one who wouldn't suck Steve's cock. Robin gave her a questioning look.
"Is Steve here?" The girl looked a little unsure of herself.
"He's here all right." Robin wiped a glob of cum from her chin with the back of her hand. She just didn't give a shit anymore. "He's here, but I don't think he could even get up. Why don't you come back some other time."
The girl frowned. "You look a lot like him, you know that?" She wrinkled her nose as if she had sniffed the sharp odor of semen, as if she knew what the musky smell of Robin's body meant. "You are his sister, aren't you? He said something about red hair."
"Yeah, I'm his sister..." Robin started to close the door.
"Tell Steve to call me." The girl backed off the step. She looked completely confused. "Don't forget."
Robin locked the door and went back in the other room. She sat on the bed, watching her brother. For fifteen minutes he sat there in the chair with his shorts around one ankle. His eyes were closed, but every so often he'd open one and look over at her.
Robin had so many things to say, so much to tell him. But she stayed quiet. It was all she could do to keep from sticking her fingers into her own panties and working her humid cunt into a froth. That sucking had gotten to her bad.
Then she noticed that Steve's cock wasn't sagging between his thighs anymore. It was filling once more with blood, growing thicker and longer. Even the tip was darkening like it had been while she'd sucked it. He had his eyes both open now and was looking at her in a way she simply didn't understand.
He shook his head slowly, smiled. She got up nervously. She clasped her hands in front of her and walked over. She felt like the little baby sister again. She hoped he wasn't mad.
"Take off your shoes," he breathed, touching her hips.
His hands were hot right through her tennis skirt. She kicked off her shoes and spread her toes against the rug. His cock was really stiff now and still a little raw-looking from where her teeth had nipped him.
"We'll probably go to hell for this," he said, his voice so low she could hardly hear him. "Yeah, well probably end up in hell." He stood up and let his fingers slide up her thighs, up under the white pleated skirt. "But... but I can't help that."
He had hooked the elastic of her bikini panties and was working them down over her slim hips.
Robin closed her eyes and moaned when the soaked nylon pulled away from her pubes with a wet, sexy sound. The skimpy things puddled around her ankles and she stepped out of them. Her brother's hands moved over her firm, young ass. His eyes were closed as if he were trying to remember that moment forever.
He didn't have to tell her what to do. They seemed to know exactly what was next, what movements to make. He unbuttoned her shirt, let it slip back over her shoulders. She blushed as he looked at her tits. Why couldn't they be bigger... but maybe someday they would. Especially if Steve sucked them a lot.
He bent down and she hugged her arms around his neck. Then he straightened again and her toes left the floor. He lifted her body up and carried her to the bed. She bounced on the sagging springs with a whimper, spreading her thighs wide, the short skirt flopping back to expose the red meat of her cunt.
"Your cunt looks so wet inside." Steve bent to peer at the parted cunt-hole where she wanted him to ram his lovely, hard cock.
"Fuck me, Stevie!" she begged. Her mouth felt bruised and hungry for kisses. "Fuck me real good!"
He was on her like a leopard. The tennis skirt was forgotten. She felt it tangle across her belly as Steve fumbled frantically to push the fevered tip of his cock into her slick cunt.
She worked her ass in wild circles, trying to help him find the right place. Then the tip slipped down her divide and popped past the muscles at her pussy's mouth. He rammed deep in two lunges. She was skewered, fucked completely. In less than a minute she felt herself about to come.
Steve was hunching his strong hips hard, his shaft sliding under and in... so deep... so very deep.
"Oh Stevie... I wanted it to last so long and already I'm gonna... Ohh uhnnn... Help... Jesus Christ, help!"
"Robin... baby... I love you!"
He pushed his tongue deep into her mouth and she sucked it ravenously as the throes of her climax raped her senses. She clutched her brother's back and ground her hot cunt against his loins. He fucked her with strong, hard thrusts. She came screaming. Her head flopped helplessly on the pillow and Steve caught her ear in his mouth and filled her pussy with frothing seed.
"Your cunt's like silk inside... Oh God Robin... I think I've finally lost my mind..."
"Baby, darling... Steve."
She bucked and twisted. Wound her legs over the backs of his and crashed her hard, young body up and down.
As they quieted, the semen leaked out of her cunt and onto the sheet. Steve started to move away, but she hugged him tight and clenched down the muscles of her cunt. The clasping folds held his cock deep, deep inside her.
"We didn't even think about not making a baby," Steve breathed.
"It's okay." Robin moved her hips gingerly, frowning a little.
"I really think my period just started. You must have done it." She slipped a finger down to the place where her brother's cock disappeared between her parted cuntlips. When she brought it close to her eyes, it was tinged with red. "It's started!"
"Jesus," Steve said, "at least we don't have that to worry about!"
"Just the going to hell." Robin laughed, kissed her big brother's nose. He tried to look worried but smiled finally and kissed her lips.
"Please move back home, Stevie," she said after a while. Her cunt tightened down on his cock for emphasis.
"Yeah... I'm gonna move back home today."
"There he is!" Marcia said, grasping her uncle's arm.
Nat stabbed out his cigarette and swung down out of the pick-up truck. Sam Philbert was standing in the bright sunlight just outside the Hilton hotel. He didn't look half so threatening as she'd remembered. Especially when he saw Nat coming at him.
The black doorman seemed to sense something immediately. He backed off a step to watch. Marcia was close enough to hear everything.
"You Sam Philbert, ain't ya?"
"Why... uh, yes."
"Okay, you sonofabitch, I got something to tell."
The passing roar of a bus drowned out the words, but Marcia could see Uncle Nat motioning back toward the pick-up, could see the big muscles snaking under his tight cowboy shirt.
Sam glanced her way as if he'd never seen her before in his life. The black doorman was smiling now. His eyes met Marcia's and the smile broadened.
Even at that distance she thought she saw him wink.
Sam was still talk, gesturing. Sam Philbert's face was white. He put his expensive leather gloves in his pocket and looked like he wanted to run. Nat finished what he was saying and hitched his cock in his tight jeans. Sam nodded bleakly and dropped his eyes.
Uncle Nat came back toward the truck smiling. Marcia thought he looked fantastic for a man close to forty. There wasn't an ounce of fat on his body.
She smiled. She knew there wasn't any fat on him. She'd been over every square inch.
"Well?" she smiled, clapping her hands together as he slipped behind the wheel and started the engine.
"Mr. Philbert won't be giving you any more trouble, honey. After that shit his old man pulled with the union, he sure don't want a bunch of truckers leaning on his ass." Nat yanked the truck out into traffic. Marcia smiled back at the black doorman and he gave her a little salute before the pick-up leaned around the corner and away.
"Where to now?" she chirped. She felt better than she'd felt in months. She felt free and clean and good inside. She hugged Nat's muscled arm.
"I better get you home. Told Ralph we were just going to be gone for a little bit."
"Ohhhh, Nat! I don't want to go home."
"Now listen, sugar, if you think we can keep this little thing of ours going without ending up in one hell of a big mess..."
"Nat, ohhh, Nat... I'm in love with you." She pushed a hand inside his shirt, pulled her fingers across his hard belly. "And you love me too. You said so."
"I'm crazy about you. But..." Marcia had his jeans unbuttoned already. And his cock jumped to meet her fingers as she jerked it free of his skivvies.
Nat's face was bright red. "Hey... damn you, Marcia."
The bleating noise of city traffic came in the windows as she dropped her head into her uncle's lap. In broad daylight his cock looked even bigger than she'd remembered. But her wet lips fit smoothly around the tip just as if they'd been born to it. As she dropped her head lower, the foreskin was forced back to expose the taut glans to her teeth and tongue.
Nat made a growling sound in his throat and ground the gears. He let the clutch out too fast and the truck bucked, almost killing the engine.
"Not here, damn it... Marcia, damn!"
She tried to forget that other time she'd done anything like this. That time with Sam. Maybe when it was all said and done, Sam had done her a favor. Maybe something good had come out of the bad. She wouldn't have gotten so wonderfully mixed up with Uncle Nat again if it hadn't been for Sam Philbert. And though he'd been crude and awful to her, he had blasted through some of her fears.
She wasn't afraid to do what she was doing now. Nat's huge prick felt so right in her mouth. She wondered what his cum would taste like. She yearned for it, pulled her tongue teasingly along the underside of his cockshaft as her fingers lifted his heavy balls, rolling them in their sac.
"If I don't wreck this here truck, it'll be a miracle." Nat's fingers petted her head.
She felt the truck turn and descend a ramp and it got darker in the cab. Nat stopped long enough to take a parking ticket from an automatic machine then wound through the underground basement and stopped in a space near a dark corner. She saw where they were, smiled at him with glossy lips and dropped her mouth again to the lovely, steamy-skinned prick that jutted from his fly. His cock would hardly fit in her mouth, but that was just because she wasn't practiced. She wanted to become practiced, very practiced. She bobbed her head as far down as she could, fighting back the urge to gag as the pulsing crown tickled her throat.
"Ahhhh, baby..." Nat tickled her neck with his thumb. "It's too early in the day for a man to take that kind of torture."
He pulled her up and kissed her spit-soaked mouth. Then he opened the door of the truck and pulled her out. It happened so fast, Nat was so sure and strong when he wanted to do something... Marcia panted against his shoulder as he pushed her ass back against the fender of the pick-up and forced her dress up.
"Uhhhh... Nat... Ohhhh! God in heaven I love you! You're the best! You're the best ever..."
As Nat's big cock pushed up the inside of her thigh, he held the silk of her panties to one side. He entered forcefully, deeply. Her feet left the floor of the garage, her quivering ass flattened against the metal side of the truck.
"Oh honey... Ohhh yess!" Her dainty cuntlips moved apart slickly, coating his huge cock with cuntjuice. Nat fuck her against the truck. One sandal slipped from her foot and clattered to the concrete.
She got her hands inside his jeans and held his ass hard, feeling him fuck her. There didn't seem to be anybody at all around.
"Ohhhh... Ohhhh... Nat, will you take me with you next time you take the rig out?" His cock was almost all the way in her cunt now and she wiggled her hips to skewer herself completely. Nat had gotten her blouse open and was wetting her dark, long nipples. His eyes loved her tits, adored them unashamedly.
"Yeah." He hugged her close. She moved her belly to his. She still couldn't touch the floor with her toes and the steady grinding pressure was having an exhilarating effect on her clit. She bore down on the loving movements, concentrated on that tiny bead of pleasure until her cunt was thrilling to the jolts of ecstasy.
"Oh Nat... it's soooo good! I'm coming, coming, coming! And your cock is tearing me apart and I love it! I want to die with that beautiful thing inside me!"
Her bare foot banged against the door of the pick-up. Nat held her up with his prick, fucking her hard so that her ass rubbed up and down the metal surface. This time he held his emotions in check. She only knew what had happened when she felt a hot trickle of cum slip down the inside of her leg and drip from her pointed toes.
"Nat darling... I didn't know you were coming."
"I wanted to make sure you got yours first. I was afraid I couldn't hold on." He kissed her mouth, still working his cock in the depths of her pussy. The last of his seed foamed into the mouth of her womb... Marcia shivered, pressed her big tits against his chest so that the nipples would grind into him hard. Nat smiled at her. The noise of cars came to them in waves. "Let's get in this damned truck before the vice squad finds us."
Inside the cab, Marcia wiped the mess from between her thighs with her wadded panties and then leaned over to work on Nat.
"Leave it. I like the way it smells when I take a piss." She folded the thick cock gently into his pants and buttoned them up. He was watching her, eyes soft. "You want to try Denver with me? Would you take that much of a chance?"
Marcia was trembling with excitement. "God yes! I'd go with you in a second!"
Nat caught her hand, took the soppy, cummy panties from her fingers and held them to his nose like they were ambrosia.
"Might take some doing. I gotta dump that bitch of a wife of mine." He gave her back the panties and got the truck going and into gear. He paid the parking ticket and the truck bobbed up into the sunlit street.
"You know," Nat said, "Gloria never would put her mouth on my prick like you just did. She thought I was some kind of freak because I was so big. At least that's how she got out of giving me head."
Marcia pushed her lustrous hair from her eyes and took a deep breath. "Uncle Nat?"
"Yeah, sugar?"
"If you'd pull into the first motel you see, I'd sure like to let you come in my mouth." She shut her eyes, shivering from the thrill of her own words. The truck tires squealed rubber as Nat busted a sharp left into the lot of a big Best Western.
The two of them were still giggling and tickling each other when Nat walked her up the stairs, the key rattling in his hand.
"That lady wanted to know if we had any luggage." He slapped his thigh. "I said, 'Yes m'am, this was love at first sight so we just didn't have time to pack.'"
And then they were in the darkened room and Marcia was gasping with excitement, hurrying to get her man's tight Levi's down. And then her mouth was full and she was happy.
"I think it's wonderful that your sister finally decided to do something with her life."
Robin looked up at her mother. She swished her orange juice around, nodded. She hadn't really been thinking much about Marcia. Except that her older sis had given her that bottle of musky perfume she dug so much.
"Of course your father and I will miss her terribly. I wish she could have chosen a school closer to home. Denver seems so far away."
"Yeah." Robin was impatient for her mother to leave. She always went shopping on Saturday morning and Ralph was going to be on the golf course all day.
"Everything seems to work out for the best. Like your brother moving back home and apologizing to your father and all. I think he's becoming a very mature young man. And I was worried sick about him all the time when he had that apartment and wouldn't even call."
"Yeah, Mom." Robin moved her bottom on the hard chair. She knew that her hot little pussy was seeping butter. And she wanted to rub her nipples in the worst way. Her mother was putting a list in her purse.
"Oh, did you hear about your Uncle Nat? Ralph said he filed for a divorce. Gloria will probably keep the house." She shook her head sadly. "Marriages don't seem to last long these days."
"Think I'll go upstairs and take a bath," Robin said, getting up.
"You tell your brother that his father would like him to clean out the garage when he gets up. Don't forget now!" Robin watched her mom until she was in the car and backing out on the street. Then she padded quickly upstairs, her nightie sailing back from her slender legs as she worked the buttons loose.
Steve was stretched naked on his stomach in the middle of his bed.
Robin smiled, went quickly over. "You awake?" she whispered.
"Kinda."
She slipped onto the mattress beside him and began to stroke his asscheeks. He was warm and smooth and beautiful. She admired his strong legs, the blond wisps under each arm. Robin licked her lips, pushed them close to his ear.
"Everybody is gone."
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah." She pulled at his waist. "Roll over."
Stevie rolled over. His cock was rigid and dark at the tip. Robin smiled like she'd known it all along. Her gown was parted down the front so she just left it on as she straddled her brother's hips and let her tits tickle across his chest. She moved the skin of his cock up and down as she wiggled her body back against it. When her juices had wet the glans thoroughly, she stopped moving and kissed Steve's lips teasingly.
"Guess what you have to go buy today?"
"What..." His eyes were still closed.
"You gotta buy some rubbers." She squirmed her trim ass from side to side and felt the swollen end of his prick sliding into her pussy another inch. "After this week we can't take chances."
She watched the effect her cunt was having on his emotions. He was breathing differently for one thing and when she suddenly arched her back and drove herself onto his hard cock, he grunted and tried to roll her over.
"Nope... me on top this morning."
"Ohhh God, Robin. You're absolutely crazy. You know that?"
"You love me?"
"Sure." He played with her red hair. "I love you all right."
"You like my hair braided or unbraided?"
He thought for a second. "I think I'd like it braided at first so I could take it down."
"We'll try that tonight."
"How can we with Mom and Dad..."
"Mom said I could move into Marcia's room now that she's gone to school in Denver," Robin blurted.
"That's the room next to this one."
"With a connecting bath." She opened her mouth and held it an inch from his. When he tried to kiss her, she pulled away and drove a tongue roughly over his ear. Steve pumped his hips up from the bed. Her pussy yearned, to be fucked. It was itching so bad!
"Robin... Ohhh Robin!" Steve kissed her neck and fucked wildly.
She felt the quick, sharp tickle of her come. If she was careful, she could draw it out for a long time, but it was hard in the morning. Usually she didn't last very long after waiting all night, after dreaming about her brother. Maybe when she moved into Marcia's room they could spend nights together, take baths together.
"Uhhh... Ohhh God, I never can hold onto the first one in the morning... Ohhhh Stevie, fuck me! Fuck me!"
THE END
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