Chapter 3
The kids were already in bed when Sherry arrived. She still had the key she had used before she left home. She let herself in quietly and crept upstairs to the bedrooms without turning on the lights. Her eyes quickly became accustomed to the darkness.
Remembering the routine her dad Ray had always used, Sherry peeked first into the bedroom that had been hers. It was occupied now by Sue, her young half-sister. She could see Sue's long hair cascading over the pillow. The girl stirred slightly as Sherry stared at her. But nothing more. Sherry closed the door and went on to Ricky's room.
When she opened the door, she expected to find Ricky awake. His bedside light was on. But the boy was dozing peacefully, an open book still clutched in his right hand.
Sherry paid little attention to such details. The boy was naked and she was mesmerized by his lean-muscled young body and his long slender cock that seemed to be swollen to full girth. She grinned as she tried to imagine what her brother must be dreaming about. She tried to make her thoughts sisterly thoughts. But it was not easy.
The sight of Ricky's lean handsome body and big cock had stirred tremors of excitement in Sherry's cunt. It was hard to think of the good-looking creature on the bed as her own flesh-and-blood. The last time she had seen Ricky, he had been only thirteen. A lot of things had changed in the past three years!
Reluctantly, she closed the bedroom door and went on to the master bedroom, which would be her private place for the next ten days. The room was large and luxurious, with a whole wall full of closets and another wall with vanity and sinks with makeup lights. A sunken tub graced the end of the room that had a view of the whole valley.
Sherry dosed the tub liberally with bubble bath and prepared herself for a warm soak. The sight of her handsome young brother had unnerved her. The reaction of her ever-hungry cunt to his swollen cock had shocked her. She told herself it was only because of the half-sated excitement she had experienced on the plane that she had been so vulnerable to the sight of Ricky. After a long bath and a good night's sleep, everything would be in perspective. She hoped so. Sherry had done a lot of wild things in her day, but she had steered clear of incest.
Over the breakfast table, his hair tousled, his eyes still cloudy from sleep, Ricky looked more like the lovable kid Sherry remembered. He got up to hug her. The embrace of a desirable young man seemed out of place with the memory of the kid brother she was holding close. Sherry was confused. To hide her embarrassment, she tied an apron on over her shorts and went to the sink.
"What are you doing eating that cold cereal?" she scolded him playfully. "Didn't you hear I was coming? When I'm around, it's nothing but class meals all the way! How about eggs?"
"How's about waffles and sausage?"
"Done!"
Having something to do made Sherry feel more comfortable. Ricky helped her, digging out the waffle iron and the mix master from the endless cupboards, showing her where Mrs. Mackenzie, the ex-housekeeper, had kept the flour, the baking soda, the vinegar. Sherry found herself enjoying her young brother, his sense of humor, his eagerness. She forgot about what a handsome young man he was and reveled in the joy of being with family. Sherry liked to tell herself she was not the sentimental type, but she realized it felt good to be home for a while. She laughed when she realized she hadn't thought once about Rod since she arrived. The fact cheered her. She didn't like to be too dependent on any one man. She had feared she was getting too dependent on Rod. She had started to believe she could not live without his good loving.
She cautioned herself not to get feeling too smug. After all, it had been less than twenty-four hours since they parted. Things could get hairier.
"What time does your sister get up?"
"As late as she can get away with. But I think she might make it earlier today. She's been excited about seeing you."
As if she had only been waiting for an introduction, Sue chose that moment to enter the kitchen. Sherry turned away from the counter and took a long look at her young half-sister. The redhead had helped change Sue's diapers, taught her her first word. She thought of Sue almost as a daughter. Though Sue was less than two years younger than Ricky, the difference had been just long enough for Sherry to grow mature enough to enjoy taking care of a baby. She had loved Ricky too, but Sue had been her project right from the beginning. The hardest part of leaving home had been leaving Sue, who had been only five at the time.
The girl had turned out well, Sherry decided. In shorts and a halter, she was a stunner. Her young breasts were firm and out-thrusting. Her legs were long and shapely. Her long blonde hair hung halfway down her back. The sisters embraced long and close. With Sue too, Sherry experienced that strange sense of time having passed and a near-adult having replaced a child. With Ricky, the motion had excited and confused her. With Sue, it gave her a strange fleeting sensation of sadness.
"Sue, you're beautiful! But I suppose you know that!" Once again, Sherry busied herself with the waffles. Sue automatically went to the cupboard and started setting the table.
"Does she!" Ricky quipped. "The only reason she isn't skinny as a rail is that we hog tie her and drag her down to the table at mealtime. Only way we can get her away from the mirror!"
Sue threw a dish towel at her brother and ran her hand roughly through his hair. Sherry watched them closely and was pleased to see there was no real hostility in their play. Brother and sister were obviously very fond of each other. It seemed only natural. They had both grown up from infancy without a mother. Both had been deserted by their mothers. And they were so close in age and in looks too, Sherry realized as she watched them. Ricky was taller and his blond hair had a touch of red in it that he and Sherry had both inherited from their mother. But otherwise, the teen-agers shared their father's regular features and his slender strong physique.
When she had finished scuffling with her brother, Sue came over to stand beside Sherry. "I'm glad you think I'm beautiful." Sherry was touched by the shy way the girl addressed her. She wanted to break down that barrier between them. "I've always wanted to be like you when I grew up. I think you're the most beautiful person I ever saw."
Sherry hugged her sister. "Thank you, darling. It sure is good to be home again."
"Can't you guys cut out the mush? I'm starving!"
The two women exchanged an exasperated grin and Sherry pulled the first batch of waffles from the iron. She had meant it. It was awfully good to be home. Until this moment, she had not realized just how much these two handsome young people meant to her. Before, they had been just cute and adorable kids. Now they were on the verge of adulthood. They could be her friends. It would be great to have a sister she could share things with. But she was still not sure how close she could let herself be to Ricky. Every other time she looked at him she saw only that handsome young man with his friendly grin, his strongly developed chest, his long slender cock. Sherry felt oddly threatened by her young brother.
It was a good day. Sherry enjoyed the comfort of the big house her dad had designed and built for his first wife. The kids had things to do all day that kept them out of the house. But the three of them got together for dinner. Sherry excused herself early, saying that she still had not got over her jet lag. What she really wanted to do was phone Rod and let him talk her into an orgasm.
There was no answer at Rod's. Sherry was about to worry, but she told herself it was perfectly reasonable for him to have gone over to visit a friend. Maybe he was working late and did not want to answer the phone. He did that sometimes. It was absurd to panic because her young, handsome, desirable boyfriend was leading his life without her.
She got into bed, but she couldn't sleep. It was too hot. She was too hot. She had counted on talking to Rod and letting the sound of his voice ease her of some of her frustrations. It had been a long time since she had gone two nights in a row without screwing.
She kicked off the covers on her dad's big round bed and ran her hands sensually over her soft silk nightie. She felt her cunt throb under the pressure of her hands. Her nipples grew hard when her hands stroked them. They poked fiercely against the silky material of her nightie.
Already the first pangs of passion had eased Sherry of some of her anxiety. She decided she had found the answer to her restlessness. A good strong dose of pleasure was just the thing she needed to put her to sleep. She pulled her nightie up until the kinky thick thatch of her cunt-hair was exposed to view. She spread her thighs wide and sucked air in sharply as the sensitized lips of her cunt responded to their sudden exposure. It was as if the warm air was stroking her snatch.
"Mmmmmmm... " She reached down crudely with both hands and stroked both sides of her cunt-lips. The soft hairy flesh felt yielding and caressable. She rubbed her pussy-flanges together and relished the heated excitement that flowed through her aroused body.
With prurient curiosity she stabbed one finger up into her cunt, to feel her wetness, to see how excited she had become from the thought of playing with herself right here on her father's big round bed. "Uuuuhhh, feels nice," she murmured. Her cunt was very wet. She smeared the moisture over both cunt-lips and up over her clitoris. The hooded little nubbin swelled with blood. It prodded pertly against her hand. The thrill of contact soared back up through her belly and breasts. She felt a greedy need to do it again. Round and round her clitoris her wet fingers went, while she pulled her feet up to her ass and let her knees fall wide apart.
She felt very depraved and very sexy.
It no longer mattered so much that Rod had not been there when she needed him. She had found her pleasure without him. It was good to know she had herself when all else failed her. It was good to be able to lie wantonly on top of the bed on a hot summer's night and stroke her wet soft cunt. It was reassuring somehow. And very stimulating.
So stimulating that her cunt called out for more intense attention. It was no longer enough now to stroke her clitoris. Her pussy needed to be filled! Closing her eyes, she sent two fingers deep up into her spasming moist cunt.
A strange thought struck her: What would daddy think if he could see me now!
Her aroused brain told her she did not care who could see her now. She just wanted to do it. She needed to stroke her cunt. She needed to feel the glorious release of orgasm!
Her mind worked through the gamut of her familiar fantasies to find one to entertain herself with while she worked her fingers in and out of her pussy. She tried the last wild evening with Rod, but that was not what she wanted right now. She did not want to think about Rod. Rod wasn't at home and it was three hours later in Chicago than it was here! Desperately she drove such worries from her mind.
Not Rod! She didn't want Rod! She wanted a strong lean chest. A long hard cock. Red-blond wavy hair! It was only when she was immersed in the peak of her fantasy that she realized that she had conjured up the image of her own brother.
Ricky! tall and strong and filled with passion. Her conscience immediately told her it was wrong to use her brother as a prototype for her fantasy lover. But her conscience was at a distinct disadvantage at the moment. Sherry was riding high on a crest of excitement. Her conscience had little influence with the redhead when she was that high.
She worked her fingers furiously in and out of her cunt, relishing the pangs of passion that shot from her clitoris up to her heaving breasts and back again. That handsome boy, as he had looked sprawled in sleep on his bed last night, flashed through her mind like neon lights. She imagined that hard young cock driving deep up into her hungering cunt, knowing it was wrong to think about it, but doing it anyway. Driving herself higher and higher in the reckless search for forgetful bliss.
Ricky and Sue played chess in the living room for a long while after Sherry went to bed. It was Sue's idea that they go down to the local do-nut shop to get some of the midnight batch. It was Ricky's idea that Sherry might like to go along.
"You wait here. I won't bother her if I think she's asleep."
Sue waited obediently downstairs, but when her brother had not returned within five minutes, she went up after him. She was jealous of her big sister's attention. She did not like to think of them sitting up there having a heart-to-heart talk without her.
What she saw when she got to the top of the stairs shocked her. Her brother was kneeling outside their father's bedroom door, peeking in through a narrow crack he had opened. Obviously, Sherry must not know he was there. Obviously, he was spying on her. She expected Ricky to look ashamed when he saw that he had been discovered. But he looked only impatient. He motioned her down into a kneeling position, his eyes shining with excitement. He beckoned to the room within and indicated to Sue that she should keep silent.
Against her better instincts, Sue looked inside. She was appalled by what she saw. A cold shiver ran down her back as she watched her beautiful big sister, naked from the waist down, stroking her fingers in and out of her wide-open pussy. The sound of Sherry's moans made her tremble in embarrassment.
Sue already knew that people liked to play with themselves to feel good. She had read about it in a book her health teacher had recommended. She had even tried it herself, in the dark of night, under the covers. Not with the bedside light burning and the covers off, the way Sherry was doing. She felt ashamed for her sister and ashamed for herself that she was watching. She knew she must protect her sister from any further invasion of her privacy. She tugged on her brother's arm.
"Come on," she whispered.
But Ricky was not going anywhere. His eyes remained glued to the crack in the bedroom door. "Be quiet," he whispered back. "Come on. Look what she's doing now."
Sue felt horribly confused. She knew she should leave her older sister in peace, but she felt unable to leave until she had dragged Ricky away, too. She was determined not to look again, but her curiosity and Ricky's excitement forced her.
Sherry had turned over onto her belly now. Her naked ass swayed in the air as she ground her clitoris down against the sheet. Her finger reached back to the puckered bud of her anus and pushed a little way inside. Sue's mouth fell open in astonishment. She was sure she must be red as a beet. It had never occurred to her that a woman could find excitement by playing with her asshole while she jammed her clitoris down against the mattress. Yet there was no mistaking Sherry's reaction. Her groans were growing more frantic, more eager.
"Mmmmm, God, yessss," the redhead wailed, her finger working busily in and out of her asshole. Ricky could not take his eyes off her. His cock was hard as a rock, he knew. But he did not dare look down at it, for fear his young sister would follow the direction of his eyes. He had no idea what she might do. The last thing he wanted was for Sherry to discover their presence here. He wanted to watch her get it off. He was sure she must be close.
Unaware that she had a captive audience-a spellbound brother, a confused sister-Sherry devoted every bit of energy she could muster to driving herself up to those distant forgetful shores where she so wanted to go. She needed to cum so bad-to forget everything, to go to sleep.
The shock of climax caught her unawares. "Ohhhhh, my God!" she shrieked, hoping in some distant part of her conscience that the two kids were safely downstairs where they would be sure not to hear her. Though it didn't really matter. The pleasure mattered. It felt so good.
"Okay, let's go," Ricky muttered, sure now that the show was over. His brain was still agog with all he had seen. He had always admired his beautiful older sister. He had never imagined getting an erection from watching her stroke her cunt and her asshole. But while she had been laboring on the bed, Ricky had felt a strong urge to go in there and stick his hard cock in her cunt. He couldn't impress himself with the thought that she was his sister. The hunger for her ripe mature body remained strong.
Without either one saying anything, Sue and Ricky made their way on foot down to the do-nut shop. Both had plenty to think about. Though she hadn't let on that she had noticed, Sue had seen the swollen bulge in the front of Ricky's pants as he knelt outside Sherry's door. The sight had confused her. She had never read anything that said brothers got hard-ons from looking at their own sisters! It seemed perverted!
She tried to forget the tremor that had shot through her own pussy as she watched Sherry bellow out her orgasm. She would not forget what she had learned about self-love from watching Sherry.