Chapter 6
Juliet hesitated as the housecar was driven into the yard of the Carter family home. "Blake-won't he think to look for us here? Your brother's place-"
He locked the emergency brake and opened the door. As the kids piled out he said, "Maybe not; when we left town, I drove south, and only turned west this morning. That should throw Martin off, if he's following us."
Melanie paused at the door, smiled at them both, and stepped down to greet Blake's brother and sister-in-law. "Hi, Robin; hi, Gale! Surprised to see us?"
Juliet called out, "Be with you in a second, kids!" and to her husband, "Let's take a minute to talk, Blake."
He started out of his seat. "Can't it wait?"
She said harshly, "Not if you want to continue fucking my sister-and little Rochelle."
Blake dropped back suddenly, eyes wide. "R-Rochelle! Now wait-look-"
"You look," she said. "Maybe you were smashed last night, but surely after you got into that little girl's cunt, surely you knew the difference between her snatch and her mother's."
He put a hand to his forehead, covering his eyes. "I-I thought something was changed, but I-well, I guess I didn't want to know. She was so hot, so squirming-tight and hot-"
Dropping his hand, he turned his face and looked at her. "How long have you known, right from the first?"
Juliet sat stiffly erect, her hands clenched, meaning to clear the air so they could all be honest, instead of sneaking around as they had been.
"Yes," she said. "I watched you from outside, the first time you laid Melanie in this housecar."
His eyebrows crawled up. "You watched us?"
She nodded. "The twins and I watched you do it to their mother, and we were all in the plot to send little Rochelle into your bed last night. So you didn't fuck Melanie, but her daughter-her twelve-year-old daughter."
Blake's eyes were stricken. "But I wasn't sure! And she was so-so damned sexy, and her little pussy was so fine inside-maybe I couldn't have stopped screwing her, even if I did know. It's impossibly soft and narrow, and she uses it like a little mink, fucking and fucking-"
Juliet relented and put out her hand, closing it upon his. "Isn't it wonderful? You're not bored any more, and neither am I. Blake-I've been fucking Ryan!"
"You and that kid? You-"
She squeezed his hand. "Just as you and that other kid, and my sister-"
"Damn!" he said. "I thought you'd turned frigid, and would never do anything like that, with anybody else. But-was that you, last night, yelling out that you were coming?"
"No," she answered. "I didn't get to fuck Ryan until later. He was sticking it to his mother, just then."
Blake stared. "I'll be a son of a bitch."
"Come on, now," Juliet said. "Think about it logically. But meanwhile, let's get out before your brother and his wife think we're having another big argument."
They chatted with Robin and Gale, talked about everything except why Martin wasn't along on the vacation. Juliet eyed Robin, who was only twenty-five, and hardly a carbon copy of his older brother. Where her husband was tall, dark, and rangy, Robin was wide, chunkily built, and varying shades of brown-eyes, hair, and the suntan of his skin.
His wife was a doll; she was twenty years old, with rich, long, black hair and snapping black eyes to match. Her olive skin had rose tones in it, and looked flawless. Gale wasn't tall, but looked it, since she was almost skinny, a slim and willowy girl like the fashion models Juliet saw in magazines. But Juliet had also seen her in a bikini, and knew the girl had nicely developed breasts.
The gathering turned into a party of sorts, centering around the patio pool and the portable bar that Robin trundled out. The twins found the stereo, and got music going, putting on their act of innocent childhood.
Watching them splashing in the sun, hearing them laugh, Juliet stretched her long legs on a chaise longue and drank a highball, wondering if it were an act. They were sexually precocious, to be sure, but without thinking of what they did as dirty, only as a joy to have and to share. That in itself was a purity, an innocence the rest of them could use.
Melanie made it a point to dance with Blake, then with Robin, moving closely to both men, not yet openly provocative, but hinting at it.
Robin's wife sat down beside Juliet, her eyes cloudy. "Melanie isn't heading for a divorce, is she? I mean-Martin's not along and the twins won't say anything, and look how she's making up to both our men."
Juliet finished her highball, reached for the bottle and poured more bourbon into her glass, then into Gale's. "Oh, Melanie's a good kid-good for the men, too. See how they kind of sparkle? Men perk up when they think a lovely woman is available."
"You don't seem worried," Gale said.
"I'm not. A few days ago, I would have been all uptight about her being so blatantly sexual to Blake. But now, I say more power to her, and to him."
Gale blinked, drank off half her booze and said, "Do you mean that?"
"Of course. I've opened up about sex, since-well, I'll tell you sometime, if you're really interested. I can honestly say that I'm not jealous of my sister and my husband, that I hope they can make it the most."
-"You-you mean you approve of them having-having an affair?" Gale sounded shocked, and drained her glass. Juliet immediately refilled it for the girl.
"Sure, I approve. But you know what? I think that tonight, Blake will screw me-at least, he'll probably screw me first. After that, anything can happen. With anybody."
"You're serious, Juliet!"
Juliet nodded, a little drunk, a little high and not much giving a damn about Gale's attitude, or anyone else's. She watched the twins cavorting in the water, saw their golden, beautiful bodies, and wondered how they looked when they were fucking. That was a sight she hadn't been treated to, as yet.
She decided to press it with Gale, to see what would happen. "What would you say if I told you I watched Melanie and my husband screw? And if I said I-well, I've had my own lover, and Blake knows about him?"
Gale's eyes were wide, their black depths swirling. "I'd say you've changed a hell of a lot. Robin and I always thought you were so straight-and Blake, too. Not that Robin and I do any swinging, you understand; not yet. But he knows I shacked up before we married, and I know damned well he wasn't a cherry, and we accept each other as we are. But you and Blake-"
Juliet sighed, "I know. Stodgy, stuffy people, plodding along a dreary path to nowhere, fighting half the time and ignoring each other the rest. That changed overnight, when we let down the bars-when Blake took Melanie and gave her a good fucking, but only after I helped arrange his seduction. You see, I was feeling guilty about my own transgressions, and we had to bring Blake into the affair, or it would all go down the drain, all that lovely, terribly exciting sex would go to waste. I couldn't stand that, wouldn't stand for it."
Gale shifted in her chair, her long, supple legs sliding together, her tits pushing against the thin material of her blouse. Juliet saw with interest that Gale didn't wear a bra, and that her nipples were rising long and dark. The girl was interested, becoming excited. Good, Juliet thought.
The music beat around them, and the children's voices shrieked joyfully as they played in the pool. Melanie seemed to be concentrating her attention upon Gale's husband now, while Blake wandered over to the edge of the pool and stood looking down at the twins.
Gale said softly, "I wonder if-if something like that would liven up our marriage. Oh, Robin is a virile lover, but there are nights when I-when there doesn't seem to be any real lift to it, as if we've screwed too many times before, and it's only going to be the same old thing."
Juliet saw Blake squat at poolside, the twins hanging to the edge and staring up at him; Rochelle was saying something. Juliet put one hand on Gale's knee, a soft and shapely knee, and said, "Try it, you'll like it."
"But-but you're talking about letting your husband and me swing, and my husband with Melanie, and you-"
"Don't worry about me," Juliet said, tossing off the last of her drink. "I'll just kind of jump in here and there, when I have time."
Gale took a deep breath and shoved out her tits. "If Robin's willing, I'll do it!"
"Good for you!" Juliet exclaimed. "Now let's have another blast, to seal the bargain-if that's what it is. And I don't think you'll have any trouble convincing Robin. My sister is just about to lead him off somewhere."
Gale climbed up and wobbled a little as she headed for the dancing couple. She tapped Melanie on the shoulder and cut in to dance with her own husband, whispering something in his ear that made him jerk his head upright.
Melanie plopped down in Gale's chair and picked up her glass. "Whoosh! You girls have been hitting this sauce pretty heavy; this stuff is straight."
"More than can be said about us," Juliet grinned. "Right now, Gale's shaking up her husband with the information that it's okay for him to fuck you-if she gets to fuck my husband in turn."
Melanie nodded. "Thought that was what you were up to. And of course, you'll entertain the children while all this is going on."
"Naturally. I have just discovered that I am one hell of a baby sitter, my dear little sister."
Melanie inclined her head toward Blake and the twins at the pool. "You may have trouble getting him away from Rochelle."
"Oh," Juliet said, "he can join us later, if he wishes. Nothing greedy about us baby sitters. Besides, I'm kind of anxious to see if Blake will make it with all of us."
"He will, I'm sure; just give him time."
"Yeah," Juliet said, "about an hour or so. If Gale turns him loose that quickly; she has a gleam in her eye, that girl."
"She's coming this way, and damned if she isn't leading Robin by the hand!"
Robin looked embarrassed, red-faced, but his wife seemed to be in control of the situation. Gale said, "Okay, Melanie, he's all yours-for the moment."
Juliet smiled woozily up at them. "And don't forget me, dear; I'm available as anybody."
Her brother-in-law's head came up. "You mean ' that, Juliet? You've always been so standoffish-"
"Not any more," she said. "But Melanie has dibs on you first, so go get it on, Robin. Have lots of fun, but don't wear yourself out."
And turning to Gale, as the other couple moved into the house, Juliet said, "Now to my husband, who may or may not be jolted when he sees what's falling into his lap-the lucky guy."
She really didn't have to say anything to Blake, just take Gale over and put her hand in his. Blake's eyes asked a question, and Juliet nodded. His hand tightened on Gale's, and there was a bulge in his jeans already. Not brought on by Gale, Juliet thought, seeing them walk away together, heading for some bedroom in the house. Rochelle had probably had much to do with that hard-on.
The twins climbed dripping from the pool, their slim bodies glowing with health and exercise, agleam with the vibrancy of the very young. They looked at her expectantly, and she said, "I think the playroom, where the stereo is. All right?"
"Good," Ryan said, toweling himself all over, bringing a flush to his skin. "Mom is starting to ball with a new cock, and so is Uncle Blake getting something strange. That Gale is certainly a beautiful woman, isn't she?"
"So is Auntie," Rochelle said, done with her own drying off and coming to take Juliet's arm. "There are just lots of things we haven't shown Auntie yet."
"Show me," Juliet breathed, feeling very much the amateur again. "I'm ready for anything you kids want to teach me."
"Just keep that open mind," Ryan said. "That's all it takes, really."
And Juliet was aroused by the time they were in the playroom, her tits pushing hungrily against her bra, her cunt pulsing within the tight confines of her panties. What else could three people do to each other? She watched Rochelle strip out of her bathing suit, saw the dampness still diamonding the curly, faint hairs of the girl's captivating little pussy, and had one idea. It would be no sin to eat into that darling cunt, and Juliet thought it past time she found what cunnilingus was like. But she was in their hands, and would wait to discover what it was the twins wanted.
"Oh, groovy," Rochelle said, moving to the couch. "I can sit here, and Auntie can get on her hands and knees right there."
Ryan shed his suit, and Juliet saw that his cock was already rising, the head of it gleaming as if lighted from within by some soul heat. He said, "Yeah-and me mounting her from behind while she goes down on your pussy. That's real great for a starter, Rochelle. I'll bet Auntie never ate a cunt before, have you, Aunt Juliet?"
"No," she answered, dropping her own clothing into a pile on the carpet, wriggling out of her bra and sliding down her panties to stand naked before them.
Rochelle said, as she sat on the couch and spread her little-girl thighs, "You have a beautiful body, Auntie-your tits are big and soft, and that pale-blonde hair on your cunt is very attractive, all silvery-looking and fluffy. Those nice long legs just set everything off. I hope my legs are that long and nice when I grow up."
Slowly, her eyes hypnotically fixed upon the dusting of pubic hair that only accentuated the pinkness of the girl's labia, Juliet sank to her knees. She knew what she was about to do; she was going to eat her niece's immature cunt, and she didn't think that was perverted, nor dirty, nor even truly homosexual. Juliet was only expressing her love, in the closest and best-possible way.
Still staring at the delicately shaped target of Rochelle's pussy, moved off the edge of the couch and tilted slightly upward for easy access, Juliet dropped to her hands; her face was only inches away from the girl's vulva. Without being told, she slid closer, turned her face so that she was breathing against the impossibly smooth skin of Rochelle's inner thigh.
Juliet pressed her lips to the warm, glossy flesh, placed a lingering kiss at the knee, slid it along the thigh, brought her mouth to the spicy little mound itself. But she didn't stay there; instead, she kissed the other knee, licked slowly and lovingly upward along the thigh there, and came back once more to the center.
But again, she skipped lightly over the cunt itself, this time to concentrate upon the faultless belly, the dip that moved into her tiny navel. Juliet ran a suddenly darting tongue into that dainty belly button, and was gratified by the gasp it brought from the girl, by the tightening of her tummy and the jerky movement of her slim hips.
Then she felt Ryan touch her from behind, felt his gentle, knowing hands on her waist, moving down over the upper curves of her buttocks. His cock probed between her thighs, slid warmly along her cleft, and she shivered in anticipation.
Juliet went on with what she was doing to Rochelle, blowing hotly into the mound itself, licking slowly down until the tip of her wet tongue came against the honeyed lips of the girl's doll-like pussy. Rochelle flinched, twisted, and reached down to stroke Juliet's hair.
"Dear Auntie, please-oh, darling Auntie, lick my cunt. Make me tingle inside my vagina; make me come when you eat my pussy."
"Oh, yes," Juliet sighed, every pore of her skin gone electric, sharp and searing desires blazing within her own belly, her own cunt that was being rubbed so tantalizingly by the stiff pole of Ryan's cock.
She moved her mouth down onto the pink cuntlips, licked up and down the beguiling little slit, then plunged her tongue inside it, forced the elastic labia to stretch for the prodding. She was in another female's vagina, her tongue thrusting strongly, tasting the velvet wetness, the pungent flavors of a girl's pussy. And it was good, so good!
Scraping her teeth delicately against the tender mound, Juliet moved her mouth just so, feeling and exploring until she discovered the little nubbin she sought. Teasing the clit with her tongue, she burrowed blissfully into Rochelle's cunt.
And Ryan slid the head of his stiff prick into her cunt from behind, mounting her as if she were a bitch dog in heat, and he was the horny male dog. She wanted to get hung up with him, wished crazily for the head of his hard rod to sweil until he couldn't pull it out of her clenching vagina. She craved for him to fuck her forever, to feed that glorious meat into her foamy cunt for all eternity.
She didn't neglect her eating of the childish pussy. She lapped and sucked, and worried the cunt with gentle teeth and the moaning of her breath.
Ryan began to fuck her, using long, easy strokes, moving in and out of her throbbing cunt, every thrust stimulating her clitoris, every rodding making her shake her ass and flex her belly. "Auntie, Auntie-" he said, a catch in his voice. "What a hot, soft pussy you have, and how I love to snuggle into the cheeks of your ass!"
Juliet could only groan in answer, for her mouth was very busy in her niece's sheath, boring in and pulling back to lick; sucking and releasing, teasing and thrilling with teeth and lips and her ever-moving tongue. Somehow, one hand had gotten off the floor and was caressing Rochelle's surging ass, tucked beneath the precious miniature cheeks and helping spread the savory cunt for the feasting.
"Oooh!" Rochelle squeaked, hunching faster and faster. "Oh, Aunt Juliet-how wonderful, how crazy! I'm about to pop off-to hit it! Ooohh! Yeah, yeah, baby-I'm coming, COMING!"
Ripples moved through the girl's torrid snatch, and Rochelle flipped her small ass in avid gyrations, heaving and bucking. Her hands tried to shove Juliet's mouth deeper into her cunt, and the greedy little crotch tried to swallow it. "Eat it, Auntie dear! Eat my cunt and swallow my juice!"
Juliet's nephew was stepping up the pace, lunging harder and more quickly into her cunt, his hands digging into the soft cheeks of her ass as he pumped it almost savagely into her steamy notch.
Sucking on the girl's shivering little pussy, Juliet humped back on Ryan's driving cock as best she could, grinding and meeting him stroke for stroke. Wave after wave of madness shook her, dizzied her. Lifting her dripping mouth from the girl's cunt, she cried out in pain, in an agony that blended itself in spiraling, primitive searings of color and heat and light and sensation to become ecstasy.
She came. Juliet came, rising upon her knees to clamp the delightful peg of the boy's cock, squeezing it hard with her vaginal muscles. She came, and reached out to drag Rochelle to her tits, to kiss the small red mouth passionately, splashing her tongue against Rochelle's, clashing their teeth.
Ryan hit a couple of heartbeats later, his prick trapped and held prisoner within the powerful sheath of her cunt. The head of his prong swelled, arched and spat; the boiling come inundated her cervix, and spewed into the walls of her pussy. Thick, rich, heavy-the juice fountained the length and breadth of her hole, and some of it escaped down the shaft of his cock to soak his dangling balls and to smear the insides of her thighs.
"Oh, wow," Rochelle breathed against her teeth. "That was a far-out orgasm! It almost tore me apart!"
"M-me, too," Juliet sobbed.
And Ryan stayed put, his cock still rigid. He said, "There's more ahead of us. This could be a long, long night-for everybody!"