Chapter 4
Both Ricky and Sue seemed unusually quiet at breakfast the next morning. Their appetites too had shrunk noticeably. "What's the matter? You guys sick?" Sherry demanded. She was growing more comfortable with her role of big sister. After last night's sleep, she was feeling much more relaxed about her separation from Rod. She was looking forward to a good day.
"We've got a confession to make, Sherry." Sue sat quietly while her brother did the talking. Sherry noticed that the girl looked unusually apprehensive. "We went down to the do-nut shop last night after you went to bed. I had four." He grinned sheepishly.
Sue seemed to visibly relax when Ricky finished speaking. Sherry decided there was more going on between the two teen-agers than they were letting on, but she decided not to worry about that either. This was her vacation. She was damned if she was going to worry about other people's problems, or her own.
"Yeah. I had three. I know they're supposed to be bad for the complexion, but they're so good. We were going to ask you to go along, but-" Sue's pale cheeks turned bright red. "We didn't want to wake you up or anything."
"Well, it's just as well you didn't. I have no willpower where do-nuts are concerned. All us interior designers are supposed to be slim and sultry, you know?"
The three of them laughed together. It seemed to ease the tension.
"Well, what are your plans for today?"
"I'm going over to my girl friend Sheila's for the afternoon. I'll probably just stay there for dinner, because we have dance class after and it's right close to her house."
"What about you, Ricky?"
"I'm going to go do some basketball practice this afternoon. But I'll be back for dinner."
"Well, if it's just going to be you and me, I'll make your favorite. What do you like?"
"Tostadas?"
"Tostadas it is! But cripes, I'll have to look in a recipe book. I haven't eaten Mexican food since the last time I was out here. Sounds good though."
Sherry hated to see the kids go. She felt lonely and restless once she was by herself. Several times she thought about calling Rod and talked herself out of it. She thought of going into town and dropping into some stores, to see what was new in that part of the country. But the thought of dealing with strangers did not appeal to her. Today, she felt like being a recluse. And she felt like getting just a little tipsy.
She went into the kitchen and started going through cookbooks. Mrs. Mackenzie, the housekeeper, had assembled a pretty complete collection. Some of the books, Sherry recognized from her childhood. She remembered dishes her mother had made and she felt sad to think about the happiness her family had once seemed to share. It still hurt to think her mother had thought little enough of them to desert a twelve-year-old daughter and a son less than a year old. Though she knew her dad still paid alimony, Sherry had no idea even where her mother lived. She did not want to know. It upset her that, every time she tried to criticize her in front of Ray, he rushed to her mother's defense. Ray was a great guy, a terrific father. And Ricky was going to be just like him. She could see that. It had been a wildness in her that had made Sherry leave home and try her fortune in the big city. But as she worked her way through her second glass of wine, she regretted being so far from her family. She realized she had missed a lot by missing her brother and sister's growing up. She was still a stranger around here. She did not want to be a stranger anymore.
Though she realized the wine was making her very sentimental, Sherry was enjoying herself. She enjoyed working alone in the big well-stocked kitchen. It was fun to think about how pleased Ricky would be to see the frijoles and guacamole and beef strips she had cooked up just for him. Though she had always despised the role of housewife, she was beginning to realize it had its advantages. It was so safe and secure to be in the midst of family.
It was only when Ricky got back, sweaty and hungry from an afternoon's basketball practice, that Sherry was abruptly reminded of the strange longings that made her closeness to her brother feel uncomfortable. He looked so handsome, in nothing but his shorts, his chest-muscles rippling under a sheen of perspiration. Automatically, Sherry found herself looking toward his crotch.
The bulge she had been looking for was there all right! She felt a strong pang in her pussy. Quickly she drained her wine glass and went to the fridge in search of more.
"How's about getting me a beer while you're there? I'm bushed." Ricky threw the towel he had been carrying onto a kitchen chair and sat down on it.
For a moment Sherry wondered if it was all right to give a sixteen year old a beer. She laughed at herself for being a prude when she remembered ten-year-old kids in France drinking watered-down wine with their meals. "There you go! Want to take a shower before you eat?"
"Sure. Just let me kick back for a few minutes first." He quickly finished the first beer and went to the fridge for a second. Sherry was well into her third glass of wine. She felt less self-conscious about staring at her brother's crotch. After all, it was only natural curiosity. He certainly had a nice substantial bulge under there!
Sherry was so absorbed in her survey of her brother's body that she did not realize at first that he was scrutinizing her body as well. When she did catch him staring at her tits bouncing in her halter as she walked back from the fridge with her fourth glassful of wine, she was pleased. At twenty-seven, it was a welcome boost to her ego to know that a sixteen-year-old thought her attractive. Even if it was her own brother, he was handsome enough to make his opinion well worth counting.
"What are you looking at, boy?" she teased him, assuming her Chicago jive accent.
His eyes were slow in making the shift from her tits to her face. Sherry realized the beer had had a strong effect on him. After all the exercise, his body was sucking up the alcohol like a sponge. "I'm looking at you, sis."
Sherry was touched. He had not called her sis since her arrival. It had been his favorite name for her when he was younger. She found herself getting lost in his big blue-green eyes.
To break the spell, she took a sip of her wine. She wriggled her ass playfully. "Not bad for an old lady, eh? Can I compete with those little foxes at school?"
He looked solemnly up at her, clutching his beer bottle in two hands. "You sure can, sis. Boy, when I saw you last night, doing it to yourself, boy, it really turned me on." His expression registered surprise as he realized what he had just done. He was drunk enough that it didn't bother him. After all, Sherry was his big sister. He could tell her the truth. It would be all right.
It took Sherry a while to realize what he was saying.
He had seen! He had watched her screwing herself in the pussy and then in the ass! Her little brother had been watching her all the time!
Though she tried to be shocked, her predominant response was excitement. Her cunt throbbed at the thought that, while she was fingerfucking herself to abandon, her brother had been hiding someplace watching her. And getting excited by what he was seeing.
She pulled a kitchen chair close to him and sat down. The wine raced through her system as she concentrated on his handsome young face, his strong rippled chest. She didn't even dare look down at his groin now. She was getting to the point where she didn't trust herself.
"You know it's not polite to spy on people, don't you, Ricky?"
"Sure, but I wasn't spying. Not really. I just came up to ask you if you wanted to go for do-nuts."
So that was it! Now Sherry understood why Sue had blushed red this morning when she had been talking about the trip to the do-nut shop. She had had a guilty conscience! "Sue saw me too?"
"Yeah, she followed me up. She didn't really want to look. It embarrassed her."
Sherry could feel the moisture seeping into the crotch of her shorts. They had both been watching her! She had had a whole audience at the moment when her finger up inside her ass drove her to orgasm.
Ricky drained his beer and watched his sister closely. He was beginning to worry that Sherry might be mad at him for what he had done. He could find no anger in her eyes, though. Only excitement. Unmistakable sparkling, wide-eyed lust! Suddenly the boy realized there was an opportunity here. His cock throbbed as he thought back to the longing that had coursed through him the night before-the longing to ram his cock deep into his older sister's hot twat!
"You sure looked beautiful, sis. I never thought a woman could look so beautiful when she was getting it off."
Sherry's nerves were on edge. She realized she was losing hold of herself. The idea of this handsome young boy-brother or no brother-watching her playing with herself was getting her excited. She looked at his crotch. His swollen cock-shaft was ballooning the front of his athletic shorts.
Shaking with the effects of alcohol and lust, she fell to her knees in front of the boy. The indoor-outdoor carpeting in the dining area made a soft cushion to land on.
Her hands reached to his sweat-gleaming chest and caressed it tenderly. "Ricky! My little brother! You've turned into such a handsome man, darling! Do I really turn you on, Ricky? Did you really like watching me?"
Though her conscience was still struggling to warn her that she was moving into very dangerous ground, her growing hunger was running effective interference. All she could think of was the way Ricky's lean good looks had been hypnotizing her since her arrival, since she had first peeked into his bedroom and seen him sleeping naked. She had been wanting so badly to touch him. He was so young, so beautiful-even more so than Rod. He was in that appealing borderland between childhood and manhood.
Her hands caressed his chest and hips while her brain fought valiantly to keep her clutch from his groin. She must not go too far! This was incest! She was right on the verge of taking an irrecoverable step into depravity!
Booze and lust weighed the odds heavily against virtue. The moment she felt his hesitant touch on her breast, she fell. She wanted to feel his cock! She had to do it! He was so beautiful!
Awkward in their eagerness, her fingers finally managed to free his cock from his shorts. His cock was long and thick, swollen with blood. "Oh, Ricky. It's beautiful-even more beautiful than it looked the first time!"
Even though he was torn between the thrills of feeling his sister's breast inside her halter and having her hand on his cock, Sherry's meaning did not escape him. "The first time? You saw it before?"
Her fingers flew lightly up and down along his cock-shaft. Her tongue ran nervously over her lips. Her gaze didn't leave the little dilated slit in his glans. "Yes-the first night-you were sleeping- you were naked."
It was Ricky's turn to be excited by a revelation. Sherry had noticed him all along. She had watched him while he was sleeping. She thought he was sexy! "Uuuuuhhh-" All the stimulus was overwhelming him. Ricky could scarcely believe it was his own big sister's hand stroking his cock so lovingly. He could scarcely believe that she was as turned on by him as he was by her.
It was as if he had slipped into some incredible waking dream. One minute, he was just another guy at basketball practice. The next, he was getting a handjob from his sister. And he was feeling her tit!
Ricky got bolder. His hand slipped all the way inside Sherry's halter. He felt the stiff bud of her nipple grazing his palm. His cock jerked. He heard her squeal.
"Oh Ricky! It's so hard! I've got to do it, baby! I've got to do it!" Her head bent over his cock and she took the whole pounding length of his cock-shaft up between her lips. "Mmmmppphhh-" Her moans continued as she started to bob her head up and down over his cock. It was as if she could not get over the wonder of it. As if she had never felt anything so thrilling as the texture of her brother's hard rubbery cock in her mouth.
"Oooooh, shit! Ooohh, wow!" Ricky's hand lost its grasp on her tit. His ass slipped forward in the kitchen chair. The boy gave up all control of his aroused body to the skilled mouth on his cock. Ricky had felt up tits before, but he had never had a blowjob. The thought that it was his own beautiful sister that was sucking his cock almost forced the juices right out of him. But he held on with everything he had. This was a very important moment in Ricky's life. He wanted it to last-for a few minutes anyway! "Jeez, sis, boy. I never knew it could be this good!"
His youthful compliment made the juices run more generously from Sherry's cunt. Her panty-crotch and her shorts felt soaked now. The delicious moist feeling excited her. She felt incredibly wanton, kneeling on the kitchen floor in the house she had grown up in-sucking the cock of her baby brother-the baby brother who had grown into a handsome desirable young man.
Sherry could not really explain to herself what had come over her, what had compelled her to stoop to this new untried depravity. This sort of thing had happened to the redhead before. She just got to a point where she wanted something so much that nothing could effectively stand in the way of it-not family duty, not morality, not common sense.
Her friends said that it was her compulsive nature that had made her so successful in her career. Sherry knew it was also responsible for much of the loneliness and confusion-she felt when she was all alone with nothing to do. Often she went ahead and took what she wanted without thought for the consequences. It had lost her friends. It had at times even lost her her own self-respect.
But Ricky seemed so young, so pure. His cock felt so right inside her mouth. It gave her something, something she had been feeling the lack of since she arrived at her old home. At last, the barriers were broken down. Ricky was no longer just her cute young brother. He was a handsome young man and she had something to teach him. She was giving him something, a part of herself.
Who said incest was wrong? It felt so right! She wanted to make him feel good, so good!
With greedy abandon, her tongue swirled round and round the tip of the boy's bulbous cock-tip. Her lips formed a tight suction on his cock and slid all the way down to his balls. Ricky gasped each time she took his cock all the way to the hilt. It was the best incentive he could have given her. As long as she knew he was enjoying what she was doing, she was willing to keep working until the last of her strength ran out. From the amount of wine and adrenalin running through her, Sherry guessed that would be a pretty long time.
For the boy, though, time was running short. He had been riding the heights suspended on nothing but awe and willpower. His sister's mouth on his cock and balls had threatened at every moment to make him shoot his cum into her mouth. But like a traveler in a new land, he kept promising himself that he was going to go around just one more corner-just one more and then he could let go.
So he watched her red head bobbing over his loins. He felt her tongue teasing the slit in his cock-head and then slipping down to do the same to the spot where glans meets cock-shaft. He jerked his cock lustily into the back of her throat as she bobbed her head down again and again to coat his cock in honeyed pleasure. "Jeez, sis. Jeez, it's awful good. Cripes, I don't know how much longer I can hold out!"
He gritted his teeth and looked down desperately at the older woman just as she smiled up at him. "Don't worry about a thing, Ricky darling. Just do what comes naturally. I'm going to like it when you cum. I want to feel your cum-juices shooting into my throat." With that, her mouth went back to his cock. Combined with the lusty effect of her words, her touch sent the boy into gyrating contortions.
He could feel his balls swelling. He rammed his cock into her mouth one more time-and then again-and then he knew it was over. He felt the hot stream shooting deep into her throat. He watched her lips work greedily to swallow every last drop of his jism. "Uuuhh, sis. Shit-uuuuuhhh!"
A sultry smile curled the edges of the boy's mouth. Ricky was in seventh heaven. He had just had his first blowjob and from the best-looking woman he knew-his own big sister.
Long after his crisis was past, Sherry kneeled in front of the boy, his flaccid cock still in her mouth. She sucked it gently, cleaning it of every last dew drop of sperm. Her cunt throbbed as she sucked. She was still excited, but it was a deep enduring excitement. It could wait. It could wait for whatever came next.
One thing, though, she knew for sure. She had not had enough of Ricky.