Chapter 5
"We'd better stay off the main roads," Blake said. "If your husband comes looking for you and the kids, he'll know that we went south, this time of year, and if he prowls the major highways, he's sure to find the housecar."
Melanie poured orange juice for them all, looking awake and refreshed and very sexy in a frilly blue gown that showed the dark nipples of her breasts. She said, "He'll look in every state park, every tourist layout he can find. Martin is a real hard nose, and very stubborn."
Juliet sipped her juice, glanced at the children's calm faces. She still couldn't adapt so quickly to what was going on, finding it difficult to accept the transitions from wild sex to casual, everyday events. And although the chase wasn't all that casual, this family-style breakfast was. But under the even tone of the discussion was a sense of tension, and she thought this was caused primarily by her sister's fear of being pursued by a vengeful husband.
And there was the fact that they were all fucking people they were not supposed to be laying-according to the tenets of the society in which they had been living. Except for the kids; the twins had set their own rules, and who was to say they were in any fashion wrong?
Turning from the sideboard, Juliet scrambled eggs and saw that Melanie was making toast, that Blake was drinking coffee. Melanie bumped her hip and winked broadly.
The gestures said plainly that Melanie had enjoyed herself last night, that she had balled long and tempestuously with Juliet's husband, and was happy she had been given the chance. Stirring the eggs, Juliet thought she knew exactly how her sister felt, for hadn't she swung as a loved and loving part of a sensuous triangle last night?
She determined to have a long discussion with Melanie after breakfast was done and the dishes cleared. Maybe they'd talk about Blake, about Melanie's husband, even about the pair of hedonists her sister had given birth to. Or she could talk about herself.
They ate quickly, for Blake was anxious to get on the road, to take the housecar farther from the main road they had been following. While the paper plates were being dumped in a roadside container by the twins, Juliet and her sister tidied up and closed everything tight for traveling.
Blake turned left at the next junction, easing the big bus into a two-lane highway and holding it well within the speed limits. Over his shoulder, he said, "Got to watch all the side roads, and we'll be slow through the little towns, but who cares? We've got lots of time."
Sure, Juliet thought-lots of time for you to fuck my sister, to rut around in Melanie's attractive pussy. Was that a flash of jealousy? In a way, she admitted; not so much jealous of Melanie as of the big cock she had taken, the cock Juliet had not felt in months.
The kids were sitting up front by their uncle, innocently holding hands, and when the van had gone a good distance, Juliet said, "How-how was he?"
Melanie lighted a cigarette. "Blake was great, just fine. He's been repressed a long time, it seems. Whose fault is that, his or yours?"
Juliet sat down and looked at her hands, lying so lightly in her lap, lying over the pussy that had been so thoroughly fucked, so wonderfully sucked, last night. She said, "Both of us, I guess. Blake never-well, he never pushed me into doing anything out of the ordinary and I never led him into it. That makes us both at fault, I imagine."
Melanie sipped another cup of coffee, stubbed out her cigarette and made a face at it. "Yech! Every day I mean to swear off smoking. Well, sister dear-your virile husband is no longer uptight about sex; at least, the parts of it we went through while you were supposed to be zonked out with the kids. Which reminds me. How have they been acting? Leading you step by step through the orgy scene?"
Juliet felt her face go warm. "Why-why, yes. I mean, when we talk about it, multiple sex sounds bad, but when I'm doing it-"
"I know, I know," Melanie cut in. "You're telling yourself the same things I used to berate myself with-how vile, evil, sick, to be fucking my own kids. But as you said, when it's going on, all it is is beautiful."
Juliet nodded. Beautiful was the proper description of how she felt when Ryan's hard young prick was up her snatch, sliding greasily around in the lubrication of its own come; it was how she felt when sweet, ravenous little Rochelle was licking hotly into her pussylips.
She said, "But-how about Blake? You've screwed him a couple of times and-"
"And taught him how nice it is to play a little sixty-nine," Melanie interrupted. "He was reluctant at first, but when I got the head of his cock in my mouth and swung my ass around, he got the idea. Now he loves it."
"Blake-going down on you? I-somehow, I didn't think he would; not right away, anyhow."
Melanie smiled. "He'll be just as eager to eat your lovely cunt, when you two get together again and fuck the way you should."
"That's more what I meant about Blake," Juliet said. "How are we going to tell him, what am I going to say to my husband?"
Melanie finished her coffee. "You might try walking up to him and saying, 'Hey, old man-I've been fucking our nephew and playing Lesbian games with our little niece.' Then, before he could get his balance, you might add, 'While you were screwing my sister.' "
Juliet shivered. "Oh, but I couldn't do that."
"No, I suppose you couldn't. But it would be a blast to hear you try, and to see your old man's face."
-"Be serious," Juliet said. "We can't keep sneaking like this, and if Blake thinks he's going to try that old double standard on me-"
"No way," Melanie finished. "Okay, tell you what. Let's run little Rochelle in on him-after I've gotten him started. I'm not as small as my daughter, but if Blake is smashed, and hot to trot, he won't know the difference until it's too late."
Juliet considered that. "Has Rochelle ever screwed anyone but Ryan? Is she large enough to take Blake's thing? I mean, she's so little, and he's-"
"She'll handle him," Melanie said. "That I promise. Our little Rochelle is just aching to get at another prick. So, if I pull off the switch successfully, and our lover man dips his cock into his underage niece's hot snatch, he'll be ripe for hearing anything about you and Ryan, because he can't deny what he's done with me and the girl. And he sure as hell won't want to do without the good new stuff he's getting."
Nodding, Juliet said, "That just might work. If Blake can be made to feel guilty, he won't be able to point the finger of scorn at anybody else."
"Not his finger, maybe," Melanie said, and giggled. "But he'll get it up for you, too. I'll bet you get the greatest screwing since Blake first put it to you. A guy gets heated up, turned on, when he knows his wife is putting out for somebody else. Most husbands do, that is. Mine has to be a jerk!"
There wasn't much Juliet could say to that. She puttered around the van, cleaning and dusting, turning it all over in her head-Melanie and Blake; Blake and little Rochelle; Blake and Juliet? She didn't know about that, but it was a warmly exciting idea. She was a renewed woman, one who had learned to let down the bars. If Blake was really the same, they could really swing together, discovering all these new and thrilling things about each other.
They stopped for lunch at a hot dog stand, and Blake also put aboard a case of beer. Juliet drove through the afternoon, deliberately staying busy so that she wouldn't be lured back into the bunkbed by Ryan. She had a lot of time to think, though, and she created a number of exotic fantasies in her head, saw feverish images of her husband and the twins, of her sexy younger sister; she even dreamed of herself in the acts.
At dusk, she found a little turnoff under some oak trees, and pulled in the bus to park it out of sight as much as possible. One thing she certainly did not want, and that was any kind of trouble with Martin, with her sister's husband.
Dinner was practically ready, so she used the shower first, soaping down well and cooling off in the clean spray of water. She could see that Blake had been at the beer, and when he didn't eat very much of the steak and spuds, Juliet knew that he was well on his way to getting snockered. She made a silent wager with herself that her husband would head early for bed, and make it plain that he'd like everyone else to do the same.
But Blake fooled her by showering first, then making his early-bird crack. "Hey, kids-everybody. Guess I'll hit the sack early, if we're going to make any time tomorrow. Maybe you'd all better hit it, too; I'd like breakfast about seven."
Juliet said, "Of course, but I'd like to listen to some music for just a little while. I'll keep it turned low, dear."
She didn't miss the quick look Blake threw at her-sister,-but pretended she did, toying with the radio dial and keeping her head down until he was safely in the forward bed and the drapes were drawn around it.
Then she said softly, "The cute bastard," and they all laughed. Juliet saw that Rochelle was keyed up, that the girl seemed high-strung and excited, with warm lights dancing in her dark-blue eyes. Rochelle was shifting from side to side on her chair, rubbing her golden legs together in eagerness.
Her mother whispered, "Take it wasy! You'll get to him soon enough, but right now, start making noises as if you're going to bed. And Juliet, that radio is a good idea; it'll cover some other sounds.
Lights off, any time."
Snugged together in the bunkbed, Juliet put her arms around the lovely twins, and they whispered under the sound of soft music. Ryan said, "Mom won't give him long, and she'll bring the bottle into the bed with her, so he can drink some more."
Curious, Juliet asked, "And you're not jealous of him screwing your mother?"
"Not a bit. There's enough pussy there for everybody, and it's not like he could wear it out. Before I knew what fucking was all about, I guess I used to be uptight about my daddy sticking her. He was getting something I couldn't have, and that made me uptight. Until I finally screwed Mom, and then it was okay for him to fuck her, too."
Listening through the bunk curtains, Juliet heard her sister heading for the forward bed. An edge of arousal sliced through her; it wouldn't be long now. She said to the girl, "And you're not afraid? You saw your uncle's cock; don't you think it might be too big for your little vagina?"
Rochelle snugged closer, moved her lips down to Juliet's tit and murmured there, "I can take it, I'm sure. I think I can take just about any size prick. I'm sure going to try."
Juliet stroked the girl's hip, and allowed herself the privilege of making a mild caress of the pert and saucy ass, running her fingers lightly over the sleek and shapely cheeks. Rising then to the curve of her back, her hand fondled the graceful line, and sighing, Rochelle turned over so that Juliet could feel the firm little pear of her left tit, the berry-shaped nipple so erect and throbbing hard.
"We'll get together soon," Rochelle promised. "But I have to fuck Uncle Blake first."
And Ryan said gently, "I'm sorry, Auntie; you'll have to wait a while for me, too. Mom will be in here, and I just have to fuck her tonight."
"It's all right," Juliet said, and meant it. There was more to sensual excitement than fucking, a deeper and highly stimulating meaning in watching it done, hearing it done, even in thinking about the different ways and means of people fucking and going down on each other, individually and in groups.
They lay quietly, waiting, and breathing heavily in the dark. Rochelle nibbled at Juliet's tit, and Ryan cupped one hand over her cunt. Juliet slid her own hands down the two slim bodies, so alike and yet so different. She stroked their hips, their flat young bellies, then dared to finger down to their genitals.
Rochelle had only a faint dusting of pubic hair, and even that was dainty, feathery. The small mound was a wonder to the touch, fragilely shaped, diminutive but utterly feminine. Juliet's middle finger lay warmly upon the nearly naked labia, and as Rochelle made gentle tick-tock motions of her pelvis, Juliet thought of Ryan's cock sliding into those delicate pussylips; she thought of her husband's much larger prick battling its blunt way inside that baby-like cunt, and was frightened for the girl, even if Rochelle wasn't.
Ryan's cock, so hotly stiff and pulsating with an inner life of its own, with that ever-present and vibrant urgency that made him such a cocksman; Juliet felt over it, taking her time, caressing the erect cock so that she would be familiar with its every inch, its every contour.
Her fingertips traveled over the spongy head and paused to stroke the slitted mouth as she remembered the creamy lava that flowed from it. Juliet found his balls and cupped them, squeezed them tenderly within their hairy, wrinkled sac. She trailed one exploring finger down farther yet, feeling the cord that ran from Ryan's testicles back to his asshole.
Wrapped up in the languorous appreciation of each other's bodies, they didn't hear Melanie until she drew back the bunk curtains with a sound that made them all flinch.
"Rochelle-come on, kid! He's about to pop his nuts in frustration, because I kept putting him off. Blake's pretty well smashed, and eager for some fucking. So you crawl on in there and give it to him. Don't let him play around; just crawl over on top of him and get the head of his prick in your tight little box. It's easier if you do the riding. Go, girl!"
"Yes, Mom," Rochelle whispered back, and scooted out, moving across Juliet and her brother.
Juliet reached out and turned off the radio. As she rolled back into the bunk, she felt it dip to her sister's weight. Ryan was right; he said his mothei would come in to be fucked, and here she was. Juliet moved over to the wall to make room. Listening, they heard a gasp in the forward bunk, and felt the movement of Blake's rhythm like a tremor through the housecar.
"They're fucking," Melanie breathed.
"Do you think he knows it's not you?" Ryan asked.
"He won't right away. When he gets the idea, he should be ready to come, and with Rochelle bouncing on him like a girl jockey on a race horse, Blake will blow off in a hurry."
Ryan hesitated, then said, "I missed you, Mom."
"And I missed you, baby. But haven't you been keeping your auntie happy?"
"Not tonight," he answered. "I was saving it for you."
And from her position by the wall, Juliet murmured, "Go ahead. Please, go ahead. I can wait."
"Baby," Melanie said again, her voice gone all throaty.
Juliet had to see it. She wasn't about to lie there and feel the action, hear the noises of fucking and not be able to see it. She reached up and turned on the little reading lamp built into the head of the bunk.
They didn't care about the light flooding them; Juliet thought that they might not even notice it, they were that enthralled with each other. Her sister and her sister's son lay side by side, with one of Melanie's legs lifted over the boy. Ryan was blissfully sucking upon one of his mom's thick nipples, and his hands were cupping the rounded cheeks of her ass.
As Melanie stroked her son's head, his hard young cock dipped between her thighs and slid its length along her hairy labia, lying horizontally to the humid slot itself. Fascinated, Juliet raised herself to one elbow to watch the head of that polished cock slip back and forth, appearing and vanishing from a spot just beneath her asshole.
"Oh, Mom," he breathed, licking her tit, running his quick, light hands over her flesh, "oh, Mother, you have the most beautiful body in the world, and the hottest cunt. I can feel the heat from it, feel the juicy hairs tickle my prick as I move it like this, and like this-"
Melanie said, "Stop teasing me, darling. Please, please-just shove your hard little cock right on into your mommy's pussy-there. Oh, yes, darling-like that! Oh, yes, and isn't that the hardest, sweetest prick anywhere?"
Sucking in her breath, one hand squeezing down upon her own aching pussy, Juliet saw the boy's cock poke itself into the steamy bush of his mother's cunt, saw the pink lips open themselves to take in the head of that hard dick.
"Ummm," Melanie sighed. "That's wonderful, son; that's just perfect, Ryan-fuck me nice now; fuck me a long, long time, and make your mother come again and again."
"Yes, Mother," the boy answered, and began to thrust into his mom's enveloping cunt, his compact prick dipping to its balls, then withdrawing for another long and lingering stroke.
Heart thumping wildly, Juliet could only stare hungrily at the tableau, at the gyrations of her sister's ass as the boy's stiff cock worked in and out. She stared at the balls lifting to snuggle against Melanie's ass, saw them drop and the greasy, shining length of the cock emerge almost to its glans.
Slowly, Juliet's hand went out, and gently she touched the sleek curves of her sister's ass. It was hot-fleshed and silken-skinned, moving, moving so lasciviously, grinding itself upon the ramming staff. The touch put Juliet in communication with her sister and nephew, connected her by a fingertip to the sensual twistings and hunchings of them, made her a small part of their scorching passions.
They wiggled and thrust, moaned and panted, and Ryan's rigid cock pounded more fiercely up into his mother's snatch. Melanie clawed at her son, and the tempo of her pelvis grew, picked up speed and power as her climax approached. She always grew frantic, Ryan had said. When fucking, his mom always turned it on more violently when she neared her orgasm.
"B-baby!" Melanie said. "Oh, my darling baby boy-fuck your mama, fuck me good-lay that fine young cock up in your mom's pussy-I'm going to come, to come!"
"Me, too, Mother! I'm going to come with you-uuh!UHH!"
Juliet saw them heave together, watched the boy's prick slam balls-deep into her sister's juicy, steaming cunt, and her hand locked itself into the curve of Melanie's ass, clenched there as if Juliet could drain off some of their orgasm for her own. They were wonderful together, gorgeous in their abandonment, in their all-out lust for each other's fevered bodies. Juliet envied them for what they had, even though she was beginning to realize they would glady share it with her.
Only when they relaxed, went limp, did Juliet know that they hadn't been keeping their voices down, that her husband had no doubt heard it all.