Chapter 2
A moan woke her. It was faint, nearly inaudible. She wondered if she'd heard anything at all, and then she heard it again. There was something about the quality of the moan that sent a chill through her naked body.
She lifted up from the bed and listened and heard it again. It was her mother. The sound brought memory rushing back. It was the same chilling kind of moan her mother had emitted when there was no doubt that she was going to be raped.
It came again. Suzy heard her father's voice, soft and soothing. Suzy sighed. Her mother was at it again, remembering. She got off the bed and picked her bikini up from the floor. She started to slip into it, until she felt how clammy the air conditioner had made the damp material.
She selected a pair of tight shorts from her dresser instead, and was searching for panties when she heard her father's voice turn impatient and strained.
She listened again. She heard him talking, but she couldn't make out the words. She cracked open the bedroom door and saw that their door wasn't closed all the way. She heard her father distinctly then.
"Tish, you've got to stop this!" he groaned. "God, look at it! Honey, I love you and need you, and it's as stiff as a board! You said you could do it. That's why we came back from the beach. You can't keep telling me you can and then turn me away when you get me like this! Christ, I can't take much more, Tish!"
"I'm sorry, David!" Tish wailed. "Oh, God - cover it up! Don't make me look at it!"
"We can get under the covers, Tish - you won't have to look at it then," he gasped.
"But I'll still feet it, David - f-fucking up my . . . into my pussy . . . ohhhhh. I can't, David, I just can't do it yet!"
Suzy sucked in her breath. In spite of herself, she felt her pussylips grow warm and bloat apart again with quick heat.
Shame coursed through her. How could the sound of her mother's pleading not to be fucked make her hot!
The shorts dangled from the tips of her fingers. Her tits heaved on her chest. She felt her asscheeks quiver and clench tightly at the thought, and she sucked in her breath again and again, knowing that the sight of her mother being fucked up her ass had been intensely thrilling after all!
Daringly, Suzy slipped through the door and tiptoed across the living room, carrying her shorts with her. She cast a quick glance at the front door to make sure Matt wasn't anywhere around.
Just in case he might be, she stepped quietly into her shorts, pulling the tight garment up her legs, wriggling her hips to get the shorts over the round globes of her asscheeks and snugging them up over her excited cunt.
Her tits were still bare, and she thought about hurrying back to her room for a pullover, but the sound of her father's voice stopped her.
"Damn it, Tish, I need a fuck!"
"David, I can't! I'm sorry, honey!"
"I've never been this horny in my life, Tish, I swear it!"
"Don't press me, David! It isn't fair! God, what kind of animal are you! It's only been a few days - you can't be that horny!"
"It's been nearly two weeks since it happened, Tish," he countered, his voice scratchy. "And it had been a week before that since the last time we had a party. We were going to have one that night, remember?"
"No! I don't remember!" Tish cried. "I don't keep a calendar of when we fuck!"
There was a moment of strained silence. Suzy edged closer, her heart pounding. She couldn't help but take sides while she listened. At first, she'd agreed with her mother. But now she wasn't so sure.
She put her eye to the partly open door and could see them. They were lying on the bed. Her mother's suit wasn't even off. But her father's trunks were, and his cock soared like a pipe from his loins, stiff and trembling with heat.
Tish sat up suddenly, leaning on one arm. She looked at her husband's towering cock and then turned her head away with a gasp, covering her mouth with her hand.
"God, David - put it away! Don't make me look at your cock any more!"
"Goddamn," he swore softly. "You used to like to look at it. You used to kiss it and fondle it and guide it into your hot pussy as if you couldn't get enough of it. You used to . . . ohhhhh, Tish, do that, at least!"
"No!"
"Play with it, honey! That won't remind you of what he did. Ohhhh, jack me off! Do something, Tish! I ache all over! God, honey, my balls . . ."
"No, no!"
Suzy looked at the towering prick and watched it jerk and throb and pulse. She licked her lips and couldn't keep from trying to slide her hand into her shorts to fondle her pussy.
They were too tight around her hips to let her hand into them. She unhooked the waist catch and unzipped the fly and pushed them down over her naked ass so that her cunt was bare. She cupped her hand under her crotch and stood there at the cracked door and played with her pussy again, the shorts wadded at the tops of her thighs.
She wished she were in there on the bed next to her father. She'd play with his stiff prick all he wanted!
The thought spun through her head as soon as the desire hit her. That was terrible!
Play with her father's cock? Jack him off the way he wanted? Let his beautiful, towering prick be the one to rip through her taut cherry and fuck to the back of her virginal cunt?
Suzy shivered wildly and nearly moaned aloud with the illicit sensations soaring through her body. Something had happened to her since that night. Never before had she thought of sliding her hot, sucking cunt down around her father's cock.
She should be feeling the things her mother felt now. She should hate the sight of a stiff prick - fear it. But she didn't, and she couldn't help it.
Right now, she could feel the warm, sticky flow of her cunt honey leaking from inside her sweet tunnel again. It coated her squeezing fingers and ran into the palm of her hand.
Would it be as shameful to want to suck his prick off for him? She knew how now. She'd done it once. She'd done that to a raping, vicious cock. What would it be like to suck off her loving, sweet father's prick and swallow down his wads of boiling, syrupy sperm?
She gasped softly and leaned against the door frame, her knees quaking with all the thoughts and questions she was daring to ask herself now.
"Jack it off yourself, David," Tish said finally. Her voice was hollow. She still didn't turn her head back.
"Aw, Tish - come on . . ." he whined softly. He reached for her hand, taking it gently. She let him. He drew it toward his prick. The instant her fingers touched the solid, throbbing meat, she jerked her hand back.
"No, David!" she nearly screamed.
"I can't rape your hand, for God's sake!"
"Let me go! I'm going back outside! I can't take it, David, I'm sorry!"
She jumped from the bed. Suzy gasped with alarm, but her father's voice stopped Tish.
"Honey, wait!" he choked. "Don't go! All right, all right - I'll do it. But don't go, Tish."
"I don't want to watch."
"Please, honey? I want you to watch. I want you to get used to me again. You have to learn that I'm the same old me and that I love you just as I always did. I want you to get used to me again, sweetie. Tish, you have to try!"
Tish wrung her hands. She chewed on her lower lip again. She looked all around the room until there was nothing more to look at but her husband.
"Oh, David," she cried softly. "I know I do! All - all right, I'll stay. I'll try to watch. I'll try to remember how good it used to be between us."
David moaned with happiness. "Don't stand there, honey - come back and sit beside me at least."
"David . . ."
"Please, Tish? I won't attack you, I promise. I won't do anything."
Tish watched him. She licked her lips and wrung her hands. At last, she got back onto the bed, and Suzy's heart quit pounding so hard.
She watched her father wrap his hand around his hard, rod- like prick. He looked at his wife. He started sliding his hand up and down the shaft, and the velvety cockhead swelled and throbbed.
"Damn, I feel like a teenager again," he grinned. "Like Matt. Honey, take off your suit. Let me look at you - at your sweet little pussy!"
"No, David!"
"All right - just the halter, then! God, at least let me see your tits! It's been so damn long, I've about forgotten what they look like any more!"
Look at mine, Daddy! They're right here - swollen and hard!
Suzy sucked in her breath again. She couldn't believe the thought that had just slipped through her heated mind. She cupped her fluttering cunt and lifted her other hand to squeeze her firm tit.
She watched her mother slip from her halter. The firm, big- nippled tits bobbed free. Her father stared at them lovingly, and the speed of his jacking hand increased.
Tish sucked in her breath and held it. She watched his fist slide up and down his prick. In spite of herself, her nipples began to stiffen.
"Oh, David . . ." she said softly.
"Ohhhhh, honey - I'm so horny!"
With his free hand, he reached slowly and gently forward. Tish watched him. His fingers just touched the end of her nipple, and his hips began tossing on the bed as he fucked his cock into his jacking hand.
When Tish sucked in her breath, he took his fingers from her nipple, not wanting to frighten her again. He held her hand. Then he slowly drew her hand toward his middle.
"Help me, Tish," he pleaded softly.
Her fingers touched his throbbing cock. They nearly wrapped around it and began jacking it for him. She opened her eyes wide, and her lips parted. A thin squeal came from her mouth.
"Eeeeeee, no!" she cried, trying to yank her hand back.
"Now! Now!" David cried, lifting his hips. "Honey, touch it again! Just touch it! Ahhhhhhgh!"
Suzy stared. She watched the cum bolt from his prick. The glans swelled and pulsed redly. The big eye at the tip opened wide. White syrup shot wildly from it and arced through the air, spattering on her mother's wrist.
"Ahhhhhhhgh!" Tish cried wildly, jerking and pulling, trying to free her hand from his tight grip.
"Ahhhh, honey, I'm coming!" David cried tightly, thrashing on the bed, his prick spewing endless streams of jism.
Tish looked at her wrist. She saw the strings of cum dangling from her. Horror twisted her face, and she screamed again. "It's running down her chin!" she cried. "Oh, God! God!"
Suzy's pelvis jerked and rocked. She felt another orgasm whip through her young loins. The flavor burst through her senses again as she watched her father's sperm stream from his prick. She smacked her lips and swallowed, just as she had when the stuff had bolted into her mouth and spurted from between her lips and dribbled off her chin.
That was the sight her mother was remembering. It was what made her scream again and jump from the bed and hold her arm before her as if it had been dipped in burning acid.
"Ah! David! You bastard!" she cried.
David groaned and jacked the last of his orgasm from his prick and then rolled across the bed toward her, trying to comfort her. She danced away from him, holding her arm before her, rushing into the bathroom and locking the door behind her.
Suzy leaned against the door frame and shuddered, feeling the cunt honey drip into her hand. She watched her father's shoulders slump. She saw him lie back on the bed. She heard the sound he made, half-groan, half-sob of anguish. She wanted to rush in and comfort him, but she knew she didn't dare.
She stood there, her shorts bunched around her thighs, her naked ass pouting and her pussy dripping. She felt very sad. Her mother was being ridiculous. She was putting him through agony.
Just as she was going to slip back to her room, the front door opened and Matt came in. She whipped her head around and looked at him. He stopped dead in his tracks and looked at her.
He swallowed. His eyes bulged. They roamed up and down her naked body, taking in the firm, red-tipped tits once again. But this time, he was getting a good look at her hot little ass, the deep cleft between her silky cheeks. And he saw the blonde hairs curling out from behind her pussy-squeezing hand.
"Suzy . . ." he gasped finally. "Sis . . ."
Suzy went bright red all over. How terrible could things get! Not only had she thought about fucking her father, but she'd been caught with her shorts down, masturbating - by her brother!
"Oh!" she squeaked tightly.
She spun around and ran for her room. The bunched shorts hampered her movements, and she stumbled and sprawled on the floor. Her hands flew to catch herself. She ended up on her back, her legs parted, her cunt pointing right at her brother's staring eyes.
He gasped. The blue trunks around his hips bulged suddenly as he came over to help her up. He looked right down into her naked twat and licked his lips nervously.
"God, Sis . . ." he whispered with a choking sound.
He wasn't looking at her face. He was looking at her open, wet, quivering cunt. Suzy couldn't keep from looking at the solid line of his swelling prick.
They stayed that way for a long moment, and then their eyes met. "Matt . . ." she whispered.
"Ohhhhhh, Sis!" he gasped softly. "God, I never realized before what a sweet piece of . . . God, what am I saying!"
Suzy gasped. With great effort, she closed her thighs and scampered to her hands and knees and made straight for her room, knowing that her brother was staring at the jiggling firmness of her naked ass as she went.
She closed the door and felt her heart pound. She yanked up her shorts, zipping and locking them, afraid what might happen if she slid them off to put on panties first and Matt followed her into the room.
Her fingers trembled uncontrollably as she yanked the pullover down over her swollen, hard tits. Her nipples jutted against the fabric in full revelation of her heat.
She went to the bed and sat carefully on the edge of it, knowing that she'd become the most perverted, despicable girl there ever was. She folded her hands in her lap and rocked back and forth, letting little moans escape her dirty lips.
She shuddered. Her whole body jiggled and quivered with the force of it, because there was no doubt in her mind at all what would have happened in the other room.
It wouldn't happen right now if he came into her bedroom. But it would have happened out there if he'd made the move.
She'd have opened her virginal cunt to her brother's raging cock and would have let him fuck her senseless!