Chapter 3
For the third time, trembling fingers dialled the telephone number. Twice before Ari had been sure she had made an error, and she had just the two dimes. She could afford no wrong numbers.
The phone rang. It rang again and again. Ari's nerves seemed to curl up within her. She dared not risk a glance outside the telephone booth, fearfully certain if she did she'd see Frank's tall figure striding at her through the grey and pitiless dawn.
Why doesn't he answer? she asked herself. It seemed as though the phone had been ringing forever. Then she heard it being picked up, and slumped with relief against the glass wall of the booth.
"He-hello? Mr. Adrian Dalton?" she asked breathlessly.
"Speaking," a sleepy masculine voice replied. "Who is-Ari! How are you? How's the newly wed? Did you have, er a wild night?" His voice held a leer.
"No!" Ari yelled. "Yes. It was-oh God, I can't stand it! I can't take it anymore-I don't ever want to see him again!"
"Whoa! Hold on there girl! It sounds as if you need to talk. Can you get over here? No, that's no good. Tell me how to get to where you are. I'll pick you up as soon as I can get there."
Weeping with grateful relief, Ari gave him the instructions. Adrian told her to hold on as best she could, and then hung up. She put the receiver back in the cradle.
Thank God, she thought. She knew she could count on Adrian. They'd always been close, even for brother and sister. And even though he was two years younger than Ari, he had always been the worldly, the sophisticated member of the family. She could tell her story without fear of him turning away from her in disgust.
And him alone could she fully trust. She slid the door of the booth open and went out to wait for her brother.
"Now, tell me about it-if you feel like it." Adrian Dalton sat his older sister on the couch in his living room and sat down beside her. He picked up a glass of cool water from the coffee table and handed it to her. Even though she used both hands he had to help her steer the glass to her lips.
Hesitantly, she told the story. Time and again she dissolved in helpless tears, and Adrian would have to cradle her body against his and stroke her lovely hair until she was soothed enough to continue. It all came out, punctuated by great racking sobs. When she finished she lay her head against her brother's chest and cried freely and without restraint.
Slowly, the tears washed away the pain and grief and humiliation. As the poison ebbed from her body she grew more and more aware of her brother-the reassuring muscularity of his chest, the firmness of the arms wrapped around her. Adrian Dalton was several inches taller than his tall sister, and like her he had always kept himself in the best possible shape. He was like a rock, steady and supporting.
"Ari. Poor, poor Ari." Adrian shook his head and stroked his sister's hair. Like hers his hair was gleaming auburn. It hung nearly to his broad shoulders.
Ari snuggled closer and put her hand on his chest. It was broad and strong, like Frank's, she thought with a shiver. But Frank's chest was covered with a black bear-like pelt. Her brother's had only been half-buttoned in his haste to reach her, and her fingers touched smooth, hairless skin. It felt good to the touch.
"I knew you'd understand, Adrian. You always did." She sniffled, wiped her nose with the back of her hand. Then she looked up into her brother's tanned, handsome face. "I love you, Adrian," she said.
"I love you too, Ari. You know that." He patted her affectionately on the cheek. Then he stood up.
"Come along, baby, we'd better get you cleaned up." He urged his sister to her feet.
"Don't you have to go to work?" she asked, getting up.
"No hurry," he laughed. "I'm the boss." Despite his youth Adrian Dalton had his own electronics repair shop. It was small, but he had a genius for business as well as electronics. His well-furnished and sizable apartment attested to that.
His arm around his sister's shoulders, he steered her toward the bathroom. Her knees felt like jelly.
She had to lean against him every step of the way. There was something vastly reassuring about the effortless way he bore her up.
The bathroom was equipped with an outsized tub and shower. Ari was never sure if that was standard for these apartments-they advertsied themselves as being for "swinging singles"-or if Adrian had pulled strings to get the bathroom done over the way he wanted. He had a way of getting things done, and getting things he wanted. Now she sat on the edge of the bathtub as her brother soaked a washrag in cold water.
Kneeling in front of her, Adrian washed her face with the cool cloth. She sat still like a little girl. The coolness refreshed her. She began to feel alive again. She began to feel as if she wanted to live.
"Th-that's better. Much better." She smiled up at him, blinking back grateful tears. He leaned forward and kissed her on the forehead.
Suddenly her arms were around him and she was crushing her head to his chest. "I feel so unclean!" she said. "I feel better. But I still feel as if I've got him ... in me. All over me!"
"We'd better get you a shower," Adrian said. He helped her to her feet. He pulled open the shower curtain and bent down to set the water running. He adjusted it until he was satisfied, then switched from the tap to the shower. Water jetted out, filling the room with steam.
He turned to his sister. She was standing listlessly. Her arms hung at her sides. He reached over and began to unbutton her blouse.
He took the thin blouse off and draped it over the sink. Then he reached behind her and unfastened her dress. It dropped to the floor and she stepped out of it. She stood there, gazing at him, her nakedness clothed only by a skimpy bra and panties. Beads of condensation clung to her flawless skin.
"Here, we'd better get you out of this," Adrian said, and undid his sister's brassiere. It dropped and her heavy tits were freed, two proud white mounds, tipped with dainty dark confections.
Seemingly unaware of the magnificent jugs jutting inches from his face as he bent down, he tugged her panties gently down her slender legs. She stepped out of them as docilely as she had her skirt. He whistled when he saw the red streak crawling up from the chestnut triangle of her pussy fur.
When he had her turn around, he whistled even louder. "God damn," he said. "That bastard really worked you over."
"Yes," Ari said. She barely managed to repress a sniffle. There was no need to cry. Adrian was here now. He would take care of her.
He guided his sister to the tub, helped her step into the rushing stream of water. She cried out as the water struck her welted ass. "There, there, it's all right. The water will make it feel better," Adrian said.
Ari nodded. In fact the water was soothing her hurts. She let her head droop as it washed over her. She felt her hair grow heavy with the water.
A rustle of sound made her look up. Adrian, bare-chested, was pulling his pants down over his slim hips. Ari realized her brother was going to join her in the shower.
At the moment it seemed natural-it seemed very thoughtful, in fact. She couldn't have stood being alone. She wanted the nearness of her brother's hard young body to comfort her. She smiled as he stepped into the tub.
Her eyes ran over his large frame. He was well-built, slender legged and barrel-chested, with shoulders like slabs of rock. His cock dangled like a fire hose between his muscle-marbeled thighs, and the woman couldn't help noticing that it hung halfway to his knees. She had never realized he was that well-hung!
He had the washrag in his hands, and a bar of soap. Tenderly, he soaped his sister's wet and naked body, then wiped the soap away with the cloth. His touch was sure and comforting. Ari felt her body come alive with pleasure.
Hd got to his knees behind her and delicately laved her tortured asscheeks. His nostrils were beginning to flare. Irresistibly, he was becoming aware of his sister's nearness, her nudity, her femininity. Her water-soaked cunt bush gave off a thick moist aroma of pussy. Her flesh shone with the water and seemed to glow with youth and vitality. Even her butt, disfigured by the weals of Frank's whip, was lovely and well proportioned. Adrian felt his long prick grow hard.
He stood up, dropping the rag and the soap. He put his hands on his sister's hips. She melted against him. Her boobs felt firm and rubbery against his chest. Her cunt fur scratched the underside of his stiff prick.
Ari felt the hardness of her brother's prick pressing against her stomach. She felt its heat and the throb of his heartbeat. She drew back, gazing at his stiff cock as if in horror or amazement.
Adrian put one hand behind Ari's head and nuzzled her neck. "Do you want me?" he asked in a low voice.
Slowly, hesitatnly, Ariadne reached out a hand. The extended fingers touched Adrian's cockhead. His prick leapt to the touch. It was long, incredibly long-nine, maybe ten inches! She took it in her hand and wrapped trembling fingers around it.
"Yes," she murmured. "Yes, yes. I need you. I want you to fuck me."
Smiling, Adrian lowered his head to his sister's boob. His tongue flicked out to touch the tip of her right nipple, which still ached from being snapped with the blacksnake lash. His tongue seemed to draw the last remnants of pain from her nipple and her jug. He licked down the nipple to the ripe pale fruit of her tit. His tongue made circles on the wet, resilient titflesh.
Ari moaned. She began to pump her hand up and down her brother's unbelievable cock. It seemed to be straining in her hand as she jacked it off.
Hungry hands stroked her bare flank. Adrian started to run his hand behind Ari's ass, stopped as he remembered the condition of her lovely rump, rested the hand on a protruding hipbone. The other hand came up to rustle matted cunt hair. His tongue continued to lick at her boob. Then his fingers began toying with the pink petals of his sister's pussy.
Breath hissed sharply out between her teeth. The sudden pleasure was hot and made her feel weak and trembly all over. Instantly the steamy air was full of the odor of a woman's pussy watering with its need of a cock. It was her pussy, and the cock it was yearning for was her brother's. It was incest. It was adultery. It was totally, completely, absolutely forbidden.
But she didn't care.
"Take me now!" she said softly but intensely. Her fingers tightened on Adrian's cock till they seemed ready to crush it. "I have to feel your cock up my pussy! Fuck me now, please."
Then Adrian was sitting back into the few inches of water swirling in the tub, drawing his sister after him. He sat down with his cock jutting like a spar from his crotch. Panting with eagerness, Ari sat on top of it. Her cunt lips kissed the burning head of her brother's cock, then parted easily to take it in. She cried out at the first contact of brotherly cock and sisterly snatch. Then she practically burst into tears as the long, hard cock slid up, up, up into her ready cunt.
"Aaaaah," Adrian breathed. The tight wetness of his sister's pussy seemed to be sucking his stiff prick into itself. The water on his cock made its surface rubbery and seemed to cut down the oiliness of Ari's cunt juice, so that his prick did not slide smoothly into her pussy. Instead it went in hesitantly, a bit at a time, so that they were both quivering with pent-up lust when her pussy lips opened outwards to embrace the base of his prick and drool hot sauce onto his balls.
Adrian's cock thumped within Ari's pussy, seemingly halfway to her tonsils. It was so good she could hardly stand it. And it was right, no matter what the rule books said!
His arms went around his sister. Then his mouth was pressed against hers. Her mouth opened hungrily and her tongue came eagerly to meet her brother's. The two tongues wound together in an incestuous embrace as thrillingly erotic as the embrace of Ari's cunt on Adrian's cock. Both their fine young bodies seemed to shiver with excitement.
Ari's knees lay on the tile to either side of her brother's narrow hips. Her soft ass lay on his thighs. Hugging her close, he braced his feet against the floor of the tub and ground his cock up into her pussy.
"Mmmmmmmmm!" the woman moaned around her mouthful of her brother's tongue. The muscles of her pussy gripped her brother's cock. She loved the feel of his prick inside her cunt, the way his chest crushed her lust-solid nipples back into the full flesh of her boobs, the way his strong arms made an unbreakable circle around her as he probed her mouth with his tongue. She was hot and horny and so happy she could hardly think!
She began to roll her hips around and around the firm pillar of her brother's cock. It was his turn to give an animal moan of passion. He began to rock his hips, grating his prick over the swollen node of Ari's clit.
They both went wild. As the shower sent water ricocheting off Ari's bare back she began to pump her butt up and down, fucking herself with wanton abandon on her brother's ten-inch prick. His hands slid down to her hips. Every time her hungry pussy squelched down into his crotch he pulled her even more fiercely onto his impaling cock.
Her huge boobs joggled as she bounced up and down. Her hips began a spiralling motion to add to her and his pleasure. He threw his head back and thrust his prick furiously up her snatch. Her cunt tunnel closed about his cock, unwilling to let it go, eager to milk his boiling jism from it.
It would be doing that soon, they both knew. They were both rushing headlong to a climax of epic proportions, and they both revelled in the fact. In all the long years they'd lived at home together, Ari had never once considered fucking her handsome younger brother. But it seemed to her now that they were ultimately right for each other. And the wanton way her brother fucked that wonderful cock in and out of her greedy pussy told her he felt it was right too!
"Fuck me, Adrian!" she cried joyously. "I'm about to come! Come in my pussy, I want to feel your come in my cunt! Oh, I loooooove you!"
Adrian's only answer was a guttural cry of passion. He was leaning back supporting himself with his hands now, ramming his cock home in Ari's pussy every time her luscious body descended toward his crotch. Through a steady rain of water Ari watched the ripple and play of his muscles as he strained to give her every inch of his mammoth cock.
It happened suddenly, without warning, and simultaneously. Ari's pussy clamped like a vise on Adrian's cock at the same instant hot jism boiled from the tip of his prick. "Ohhhhhhh!" Ari cried. "Adriaaaaaaannnnnnnnn!"
"God!" Adrian gritted. Of its own accord his ass bounced off the ceramic floor of the tub. His cock went impossibly far into the convulsing liquid-filled tunnel of Ari's pussy. For a never ending moment he poised there, arched backward, his sister perched on him with her orgasming cunt sucking jolt after jolt of come from his rigid prick. He gave a great shuddering cry and collapsed.
Ari was crying. Slumped against her brother's strong chest with the water coursing down her back, her hair like wet seaweed clinging to her body, and Adrian's hard cock spending itself with spurts of come in her trembling cunt, she cried with joy. She was utterly happy.
And she was safe.