Chapter 3
It was night, and Juliet was as jittery as she had ever been, wondering what the evening might bring, what the sleeping arrangement would be. For she wanted her young nephew with her again, yet she was afraid that her guilt would show, or her eagerness.
Juliet was eager for more of the wild, free sex she had been learning from Ryan; the boy was full of surprises, and evidently had no moral hangups to keep him from enjoying himself sexually. That quick bout on the bunk earlier in the day had unsettled Juliet considerably, strange as it was.
As she thought about it, she felt a warm suffusion of blood move through her body; the boy had gone down on her pussy, eaten it, licked and loved her cunt. He had brought her to the most terrific orgasm she had ever known, and followed right up by fucking her until she came again, and again.
Of course, she wanted more; she wanted him in her bed, needed him there between her thighs. She even-and here Juliet blushed at the picture-she even might try going down on him, and taking that sweet, hard cock into her mouth, if it gave him pleasure. She yearned to bring him the same kind of intense satisfaction he had given her, no matter how many of her old taboos she might have to destroy in order to accomplish it.
Everything was different now, changed for the better, and Juliet meant to keep her sex life this way-if only the others didn't interfere.
The housecar was parked off the road, near a riverbank. They had thought it better not to stay in any of the tourist parks, for if Melanie's husband was searching for her and his children, those places would be searched first.
Blake and the kids were scampering by the river, fishing poles put by for now. Melanie moved back toward the kitchen area, and Juliet cast a quick glance at her sister, seeing her not so much as a kid sister, but as the lovely young woman she was.
Melanie was kind of golden, honey-blonde hair and dark-blue eyes that went perfectly with a bronzed and flawless skin. She was smaller than Juliet, but with high, firm breasts and a sexy shape that wiggled and jiggled when she walked. Juliet felt peculiar with her sister now, since Melanie's son had fucked her, but she tried valiantly not to show it.
"Hi. Aren't you tired, after driving so far? I didn't think that Blake was going to sleep all afternoon, and force you to stay at the wheel."
"Have you got a drink?" Melanie asked. There were faint blue circles around her eyes.
Juliet said, "Sure," and broke out the brandy. Melanie poured herself a water glass half full, and drained it in two long gulps. Juliet said, "Wow."
"I need it," Melanie said, wheezing a little. "And I guess you do, too. Before you start denying and covering up, Juliet-I know what you and Ryan have been doing. Not all the details, of course, but I can even guess at those."
Cold, sobering, the shock hit Juliet. She said, "W-why, Melanie, what do you m-mean?"
Her sister poured brandy, handed Juliet the glass. "Here, bottoms up-more or less. I mean, damn it, that my son has laid you one or more times by now. Several times, if I know horny little Ryan. He's really something else, isn't he?"
Juliet couldn't get it together; she realized that her mouth was hanging open, and closed it. "Melanie, I don't know-"
"Oh, bullshit," Melanie answered. "Drink your brandy. I'm not putting you down for it, Juliet. I know from experience just how persuasive and passionate Ryan can be when he wants to-and he always wants to."
"You mean-you and Ryan-" Juliet stared, clinging to the glass of brandy for some kind of support.
"Yes," Melanie said. "That's the main reason we're on the run from my husband."
"I think I will have this drink," Juliet said unsteadily. She tossed it down and nearly choked on the fiery stuff, but it warmed some of the chill in her belly. Ryan and Melanie? Ryan and his mother?
Her sister seemed to probe her confused mind. "There's not that much difference, you know. Him screwing his auntie or his sister or his mother; a little bit of difference, but just not all that much. I mean, incest is incest and fun is fun, wherever you have to look for it, right?"
Juliet stared into the empty glass, afraid to look up and meet Melanie's eyes. She still couldn't quite grasp the idea of the boy fucking his own mother. But it must be true.
She said finally, squeaky-voiced, "And-and Martin knows about you and-and your son? His son?"
Melanie shrugged, and got up to get herself some more brandy. "He doesn't know, but he has a damned good suspicion. The only thing that Martin knows for sure is that there's been some playing around between Ryan and Rochelle. He caught them snuggling, and kind of feeling up each other. So he isn't even certain of that much, but he got so damned uptight about it all, yelling and threatening, that I took the kids and ran."
Juliet said, "Hey-wait a minute! Are you also telling me that Ryan-that his sister-what kind of goddamned family are we?" She could not absorb all the news at once; it was simply too much for her to take in. She had another drink, a smaller one, but seemingly just as potent.
"Here's to a swinging family," Melanie said. "That boy turns me on more than my husband ever could. He's the best fuck anywhere, and has been, ever since I first got over my guilt complex."
Juliet sipped her drink. "How-how did he-how did you-the first time?"
"How'd he manage to fuck me?" Melanie tossed her honey-blonde hair and smiled. "I got drunk, passed out smashed, after an argument with Martin about letting the kids sleep together, and after my husband slammed out of the house. When I came to, there was little Ryan, in the saddle and pumping it to me good. By the time I got my head clear, I was coming."
Juliet said, "He fucked you in your sleep?"
"Good thing, too, because I probably would have slapped hell out of him if I'd been awake. And missed all that fun, all those wonderful orgasms. Did he go down on you, too?"
"I-I-oh, hell! I can't talk about that," Juliet said.
"Might as well," Melanie said, working on her brandy and blinking owlishly. "Here we are, one big happy fucking family-except for my husband and your husband. And there are the hangups, like somebody once said. Martin and Blake. They just won't understand us screwing Ryan or Ryan fucking his twin sister. So somehow, we'll just have to work on them-or on your old man, anyway, since he's handy."
Seduce Blake? Juliet thought, and asked, "Who? Not little Rochelle? He wouldn't-at least, I don't think Blake would lay that girl-"
"How about me?" Melanie said. "You know, I've always kind of had a thing for your husband. I know you two haven't been making it for a while, but all he probably needs is a change. You can swing with Ryan better, if I keep Blake busy."
"I-I guess so. I mean, I never thought about my husband having an affair-oh, hell, screwing another woman if he doesn't want me. And my sister-"
"Look, they're coming up from the river," Melanie said. "Go on out and make some excuse to keep the kids with you, walk back down the road to that little country store we saw there. I'll slip Blake some of this good ol' juice, and see if I can't make him."
Juliet rose and moved away as if she were a puppet, controlled by powers other than her own. She moved in a daze, highly conscious of her own body, of the brushing of her thighs and the thrusting of her tits against her shirt. Blake, she thought; her husband fucking her own sister. There was simply too much for her to digest at one time, so she moved robot-like out of the housecar and to the children.
Blake said, "Dinner ready?"
As she passed, she shook her head, and took little Ryan by the hand. Juliet didn't trust herself to say anything just then, not to her husband. And when the twins walked a short distance with her, her knees went weak and she sat down on a tree stump.
Ryan said, "What's the matter? Did Mom tell you everything?"
Juliet looked blankly at him. "Y-yes, she did. About you and-and her; about you and Rochelle."
Tawny, sleek and very pretty, the twelve-year-old girl stared back at her, not blushing or dropping her eyes. "And you and Ryan, don't forget that, Auntie. Look-it's not like we did anything bad. We didn't. It's all beautiful and sweet, and you know that now, also. I'm not jealous of you or Mom, and I was the first to fuck Ryan. We got each other's cherries."
Juliet shook her head. "And right now, your mother is in there, getting ready to seduce my husband. While we sit here more or less calmly and discuss who fucked whom. I-I'm just kind of confused, kids-and shook up. Give me a few minutes to compose myself."
"It's okay," Ryan said. "Mom will need that long to turn on Uncle Blake, but not much longer. He may be a little edgy, because of us out here, unless Mom can convince him he's going to be safe."
Rochelle shifted her feet, and Juliet could not help noticing what an attractive little girl she was, childish and colt-like, but now showing that underlying sensuality that was very appealing to the discerning eye. The girl's tits were small, but beautifully shaped, and her hips were slim, the little belly flat. There was a certain look around the eyes, a glimpse of the bitchiness that lingered there, and Juliet was surprised that she had not noticed it before.
But then, Juliet had been blind before Ryan awakened her and cleared the fog from her eyes; there were many things she'd never looked at, much less seen. Like the easiness in her kid sister, the sensuality of the twins, the sexual urgency in herself. Had she missed something of the same in Blake, in her bored husband?
She said to the twins, "I think you're both so beautiful."
Rochelle stood close, took Juliet's face in her hands and kissed her on the lips. "I think you're lovely, too, Auntie. Last night, I had a big struggle keeping still, when Ryan was fucking you, especially when you were holding on to me and wiggling."
"You-you were awake?"
"Sure. You were so busy with my brother, you didn't even feel me playing with myself. I had to masturbate or go out of my skull, I was so hot." Juliet swallowed again, and wished for another drink. These kids were so open and almost casual about their sex acts, yet Ryan for one, went into it with all his being. Could his sister do any less?
"I-I don't know what to say," Juliet admitted. "If I seem just a little stupid, forgive me; I have so much to learn."
The girl kissed her again, this time flicking the tip of a delicate tongue swiftly into her lips and out again. Rochelle said, "Don't worry, Auntie; we'll teach you-just like we showed mother."
Standing up suddenly, Juliet couldn't handle the images that last remark conjured up. She said, "Do you think-I mean, should we walk down by the river, or-"
Ryan said, "I'd rather watch. I've never seen Mom fuck anybody before; Dad has always been uptight about locking their bedroom door and pulling down the drapes. I'll bet Uncle Blake really sticks it to her."
Numbly, Juliet allowed them to lead her back to the housecar, and around to the back window where they could stand on a log and peer inside at the bunkbed. She caught her breath at what she saw, for Melanie hadn't drawn the bunk curtains, and had the lights on.
There was Juliet's husband, good and faithful Blake, kneeling between the younger woman's legs with his erect cock in one hand. It was big, Juliet saw, bigger and stiffer than she had ever recalled seeing it before; the head was a light purple, swollen and shiny. There were full veins twining the thick staff.
Melanie was stark naked, her golden flesh gleaming up at her brother-in-law, and Juliet's stare was drawn hypnotically to the patch of pubic hair between the spread thighs. A darker blonde, but still honey blonde; she had not seen her baby sister stripped since they were very young girls. Melanie was lovely, too. Her skin was perfect and looked silken; her tits stood high and rounded, with dark-pink nipples pointing saucily up.
No wonder Blake had such a hard-on. Juliet bit her lower lip as she watched her husband lower himself toward that beckoning forest of glowing cunt hair, toward the pinkness of Melanie's pussy lips.
"Come on, darling," Melanie husked up at him, lifting her smooth arms. "I've been wanting you to fuck me ever since I first knew you, ever since you first started going out with Juliet." Blake whispered, "I always wanted you, too. Melanie-oh, Melanie-"
His cockhead eased down, pushed out to touch its tip into the curling of her pubic hair. Melanie stroked his face as his hands took hold of her hips, as he began to shove the pulsing knob of his prick into her ready cunt. From where they stood, Juliet could see every startling detail of each move, and her breath sounded loud, ragged, in her own ears. She felt around for some kind of support, and Ryan took her hand; Rochelle slipped an arm around her waist. Together, they stared at the fucking that was about to start.
Blake's prick pushed slowly, stiffly, into the grip of Melanie's cuntlips, spreading the soft labia until it could penetrate into the steamy cavern of her tight vagina. His ass moved forward, and Juliet watched the wrinkled, hairy sac of his balls come to rest in the caress of her sister's pubic hair, come snugly against the cleft of her sister's shapely ass. Her husband's cock was buried to the root in her sister's pussy, and Juliet felt no jealousy, only a tingling within the torrid confines of her own cunt.
"Oh, baby," Blake breathed, his chest crushing Melanie's tits, his belly grinding slowly across hers. "Such a hot, tight snatch-oh, baby-it's good, good in there!"
"Fuck me, Blake," Melanie said, lifting her open mouth to his and wiggling her ass. "Oh, fuck me long and strong and solid with this big, wonderful prick!"
And at Juliet's side, little Ryan whispered, "He has a big prick, all right. And he's sure using all that hard meat on my mother. Look how she's rolling her ass and grinding her belly, so she can get all Uncle Blake's cock up her cunt."
"I see, I see," she hissed back, squeezing his hand. "Melanie-your mother is-is really hot, isn't she?"
"Always," he answered softly. "Mom really loves to fuck, but she didn't know it until I got into her pussy. I mean, she enjoyed fucking my dad, but she never really swung until she screwed me."
Juliet peered intently at the scene before them, at the way Melanie lifted her slim, sleek legs and hooked the heels of her feet into the hollows behind Blake's knees, so that she could urge him impossibly deeper into the surging oven of her cunt.
They were kissing, tonguing each other, her sister and her husband. Blake's long cock stroked steadily into Melanie's juicy pussy, his balls swinging back and forth in an entrancing rhythm, the staff glistening wetly as it pulled back from the grip of her cunt for another long, deep thrust.
Melanie's clawed fingers raked down his back, found the muscular cheeks of his ass and dug into them. Her crotch lifted into his with increasing fury, slamming back at the pounding of his prick, and her own ass gyrated in corkscrew spirals. Watching, staring, Juliet thought dazedly that her little sister was some piece of ass, and that her husband wasn't doing badly, either. Blake hadn't fucked his own wife that way in a long, long time.
"Put it to me, darling!" Melanie cried out. "Oh, stick it to my pussy deep, Blake! Fuck me, fuck me!"
Juliet shuddered as little Ryan's hand strayed over to begin stroking over her mound, back and forth, up and down, slowly caressing and teasing.
He said softly, "My mother's getting ready to come. She always bangs it like that when she's about to have an orgasm. No matter how slow and easy the fucking starts off, she ends it humping and banging."
Dimly, Juliet knew that somehow Rochelle's hand had risen from her waist and was cupping her tit. It felt wrong there, or at least it was supposed to feel wrong, but Juliet had neither the time nor the inclination to tell her niece about it. She was too intent upon her husband fucking her sister-these children's mother-there upon the bunkbed that rocked and creaked at the savage pounding it was taking.
"C-coming, COMING!" Melanie moaned, and she fell back, her head rolling from side to side as Blake continued to ram his heavy prick into her cunt.
But only for another moment or so, Juliet saw. He lurched and his rhythm broke; his legs stiffened out and she could see his balls leap upward, flexing and contorting as he pumped his ejaculation far up into Melanie's pussy. She knew the feel of the big head as it swelled and spat, as it poured the hot, thick juice into a shivering vagina.
Ryan's hand slowed in its fondling of Juliet's mound, and he sighed. But Rochelle squeezed her auntie's tit, and rolled the aching nipple deftly between her fingers, and Juliet fretted at the cloth that separated them. Rochelle had half turned, so that her belly was against Juliet's thigh, and now the girl was sliding her blue-jeaned crotch up and down. It was as if they meant to fuck her between them, this boy and girl, while their mother lay spent and gratified in the housecar. While Juliet's husband lay collapsed atop the lovely, limp body of her sister.
But of course, neither the time nor the place was right. Ryan gave her hidden cunt a final pat, a last prod with his finger, and stepped down from the vantage point of the log. Juliet followed him, her knees weak, her legs wobbly. She wanted to keep looking in the window; she wanted to watch them fuck some more, or-and her heart gave a great surge at the image-or perhaps Blake would go down upon Melanie, as Ryan had done with his auntie!
Her husband had never attempted that with her; he had kissed her tummy a few times, but for teasing, for tickling purposes. Juliet was certain that Blake had never meant to do anything else to her. Or had he?
It might have been her own standoffish attitude that kept him from it, her own inbred, puritanical upbringing that held her back and kept him from indulging his innermost desires. Now that Juliet had actually witnessed her husband screwing, and seen how loving another woman could be, riding his big prick, she began to wonder if the drifting apart, the sexual boredom, was all his fault.
"Come on, Auntie," Rochelle whispered. "Let's give them time to get dressed and pretend that nothing happened. One thing is for sure; Uncle Blake won't be suspicious of us sleeping together any more. He'll be glad to have us crawl in with you, because that'll give him the chance to fuck mother some more."
Ryan chuckled. "Yeah; screwing my mom is like taking just one potato chip-you always want another piece, right away."