Chapter 7
When the doorbell rang, Juliet nearly jumped out of her skin. Disoriented, she stared wildly about her, and began to feel around for clothes.
The buzzer sounded again, with long, insistent rings. In its echo came the pounding of bare feet, the slap-slap of someone hurrying to answer. In the playroom, Ryan did the sensible thing. He snapped off the light and they sat not daring to breathe in the dimness.
"Yeah?" It was Robin's voice, disgruntled, heavy.
A man said, "Excuse me, but do you own that housecar in your driveway?"
"Yeah," Robin said again, lying. "And it's fully equipped, so if you're selling something, forget it, and I'll go back to taking my shower."
Smoothly, the man said, "Sorry I disturbed you, mister. Thought I recognized the van; it looks very much like one that belongs to a friend of mine from Provincetown. Blake Carter."
"Never heard of him," Robin said, and closed the door.
When Juliet had wrapped herself into a robe, one of several kept hanging on the playroom wall for the use of pool guests, she dared to peep out. She saw her brother-in-law sneaking a look through the curtains, watching the stranger go down the sidewalk.
As he moved away, his short robe barely reaching down to his knees, she said, "Robin-could that have been a private detective-somebody Martin sent?"
"No doubt," he said, "and I don't think I convinced him worth a damn. Melanie told me all about that prick husband of hers causing so much trouble, and I guess he'll be here not too long after that guy calls him."
Juliet pulled the robe closer about her body, and saw how Robin was looking into the open top of it, eyeing her tits. She said, "Maybe I'd better tell Blake."
"He and my wife are in the living room. Too bad you're in a hurry, Juliet. I saved something for you."
"Maybe you'd better warn Melanie," she said. "There'll be time later, for us. Right now, we'd better see about getting the hell out of here."
Robin touched a fingertip to one of her breasts. "And you didn't get any today. Gee, that's rough." His eyes went beyond her, focused upon the twins, and Juliet saw them widen in amazement. "Hey," he said, "You and-and them? It can't be! They're such kids and-but why else would they be bare-assed?"
"Why, indeed," Juliet agreed, and pushed him away. "Go tell Melanie about the cop."
Shaking his head, Robin hurried up the stairs, and she caught a glimpse of his hairy ass under the short robe. Robin would be interesting, she thought, when there was the time and opportunity. Just now, other things were happening, and she certainly didn't want them all to get caught up in some sort of private police net.
Back in the playroom, she said, "Come on, kids. Get dressed, because we may have to scoot out of here."
"My daddy," Ryan said. "I sure wish he'd wise up. We could all be one big, happy family, if he didn't get so uptight about sex. I mean-what's wrong with everyone enjoying themselves?"
"Nothing, baby," Juliet said, shedding the robe and grabbing at her clothes. "But we can't convince him of that by fucking each other where he can find us."
She was back on the patio, and through it swiftly. The living room was off the garden area, and she went right in through the French doors. Her husband and Gale Carter were tangled on the couch, the young wife's supple legs wrapped around the small of Blake's back. His prick was shoved to the balls in her black, shaggy cunt. They were still, and Juliet realized they had just come, that they were melting with each other.
She said briskly, "Sorry to bother you, Blake. That ring at the door was a private detective, Robin thinks. The man mentioned your name and asked about the housecar."
Gale's glossy legs slipped down from Blake's hips, spread themselves and twitched when he backed his long, round cock out of the richly haired pussy between them. Juliet's husband's prick was shiny with the lubrication of the girl's snatch, and from his own jism. He turned quickly and looked at Juliet.
"What the hell? Martin found us in a hurry. If I hadn't pulled in here at my brother's-"
"You wouldn't have just gotten yourself that gorgeous piece of ass," Juliet said. "But come on-what are we going to do now?"
"Move on," he said. "Zip away from here with Melanie and the kids before that bastard can catch up with us. I figure we can double back and throw him completely off track then drop due south on a back road."
Gale sat up, making no attempt to hide her naked, freshly fucked body from her lover's wife. She said, "Better figure on taking me and Robin along, then. I'm not about to stick around here and miss all these sex parties."
Juliet smiled. "Why not? Trot on upstairs and hurry Robin. Send Melanie down, and everyone just grab needed clothing. You can call somebody later and have them watch over the house, take care of things for you while you're gone."
Gale came off the couch to throw her arms around Juliet. "You're so sweet, darling. I never thought you'd take it so well-me fucking your husband, I mean."
"I take it fine," Juliet answered. "And also, I haven't fucked your husband yet."
There was a swirling about of faces and bodies, and Gale making phone calls. But in a fantastically short time, they were all piled into the bus with suitcases and some extra bottles of bourbon. In another minute, they were wheeling down the road, taking an avenue that ran parallel to the one they'd come into town on.
Over his shoulder, Blake called out, "I'll outsmart him. Down this way, then over to that old highway; right on through Provincetown while he's on his way here. We'll be roaring south while he's still looking around for us back there."
"Okay, okay!" Juliet yelled back. "Just be careful." And because she was sounding too damned much like a wife, she shut up. There was plenty to do, trying to find storage space in the already crowded van, shoving bags here and there, stepping over people.
But the party mood was on everyone, and they had a few drinks, even giving weak highballs to the twins. Juliet thought that Robin was trying to get high, to cloak himself in a liquor haze, so that he could be irresponsible and uncaring about his wife's infidelity.
It was better that Blake had to drive just now, she thought; she carried him no drinks, either, forcing him to stay sober until they were about halfway back to Province town. He parked the big bus in a graveled turnoff and set the brakes.
"Okay," he said jovially. "What are the sleeping arrangements?"
Melanie asked, "Are you sure we're far enough away?"
"Just about positive," Blake said. "If that cop called Martin, he's got about two hours more, before reaching Robin's place. Then he won't know where the hell we've gone."
"You're entitled to a drink," Melanie said, pouring him a big one.
"But not to any more different chicks tonight," Juliet cut in, surprising herself. "I claim my own husband tonight. And-and maybe Robin, too. If he can make the multiple scene."
Why, Juliet thought, she was talking like a hardened swapper, or swinger-whatever the kids called them. She was thinking kind of wild, too. She really hadn't meant to say that about Robin; the words had just popped out on their own accord, right out of her subconscious. Had she really always wanted to fuck two men at the same time? Was it only the recent triangle with her nephew and niece that was shaping her desires in that direction?
"I-hell," Robin said. "Blake, I mean-what do you-" he let the question trail off, embarrassed.
Blake squared his shoulders, tossed his man-sized drink of straight liquor and said, "It's Juliet's night, as she says."
Gale stuck out her lip. "Look, you guys. That leaves Melanie and me with only the kids. I mean, they're cute and all that, but-"
Melanie patted Gale's shoulder. "They're more than just cute, Gale. They're more than just adequate, too. I think you have some surprises coming."
Blake bowed gallantly. "My bed or yours, doll?"
Juliet smiled at him, and at the shaken Robin. "Yours, dear. It's a little bigger, and I'll need plenty of room for my two men."
"That you will," Blake promised. "You guys lock up, okay? Come on Robin."
Clothing rained down from the bed as they stripped and dropped the shirts and pants helter-skelter. Juliet did draw the bed curtains as she slid in next to Blake. She lay on her back, waiting for something, for anything, and after a while, Robin also lay down beside her.
"Flip on the bed light, please," she asked her husband. "I want to see everything that happens, as well as feel it."
Propped on one elbow, Blake stared at her. "You've changed a hell of a lot, doll. Before, you usually wanted the light out, with only you and me. And now with my brother here-"
She reached out one hand and found Robin's hard prick. Standing straight up, it was chunky and firm, built on the same order as the man himself. Turning her head, she kissed her husband, running a hot tongue deeply into his mouth and thinking she tasted something there besides the whiskey, that she was sampling the flavor of another woman.
"I-even though you haven't fucked me in a long time, Blake, you have screwed me plenty of times before now. So if you don't mind, I'd like for you and me to do something else."
"Anything, doll." Blake was cupping her tit, thumbing the erect nipple; his eyes were heated.
Taking a deep breath, she said, "I want to suck you off. While your brother fucks me."
Softly, Robin said, "Wow."
Blake said, "How do we go about it?"
She whipped around, moved her head right down to his chest; the action pushed her ass up against Robin, and she kind of reached one leg back over him, presenting the hairy warmth of her cunt to his prick. She rolled her hips and nudged Robin until he got the idea.
Then she went to work on her husband, licking hotly across his hairy chest, biting his nipples and making him squirm, bringing forth all the sensuously bitchy tricks she had learned over the past couple of days.
Sucking on his belly skin, Juliet fondled his scrotum, dipped her fingertips into his ass, rubbed the long, hard length of his risen cock. Aroused beyond belief, she made little growling noises as she dove her face for the pulsing head of his cock. She was dimly aware of her brother-in-law prodding her snatch, and shifted her hips to make the entrance easier for him. When he found the slot and pushed his ridged glans into her pussy, Juliet groped her lips down over her husband's cockhead.
She was in heaven. One man's cock in her mouth, and another man's cock in her cunt. Sighing in rapture, she began to suck one and to wiggle voluptuously upon the other.
They were brothers, and had her impaled from both ends; they were brothers, and she was the sister between them, giving them both great pleasure. She was the fount of rapture, the vessel that would slake all their desires and feed all their needs.
Juliet squirmed, rubbed her nipples into Blake's thighs, raced her tongue around the flanged head of his cock, rocked her pelvis so that Robin could move his prick freely within her pussy. It was magic, thrilling beyond thought, and the sensations loosed in her mind, in her body, were incomparable.
"Oh, doll," Blake said, caressing her hair. "Oh, Juliet, doll-lick it like that-yeah, yeah!"
And pumping his cock eagerly into her cunt, Robin panted, "Always wanted to sample this fine cunt, brother. Always thought you married a great piece of ass, and now I know! Baby-you're so hot and juicy!"
She drew upon her husband's prick, laved it and sucked it, moving her head up and down to give him the sliding feel, the provoking caresses of wet and hot and tingle. Her ass was making almost the same movements, rolling and stroking, slipping up and down on the hard shaft of her brother-in-law's cock.
Blake shivered and shook; his fingers clenched into her hair and he thrust up into her mouth, bumping the spongy knob of his dick against the velvet cavity of her throat. "Juliet-oh, doll-if I knew you could give a blow job like this-if I thought you could ever be such a hot, swinging cunt-ahh, ahh! I'm about to come, doll-suck me-eat my prick-here it comes! And you're going to swallow it all, you sweet cocksucker!"
Juliet siphoned him, lapped and drew him deeply into her throat, curling her tongue around his lunging cock. When he jerked convulsively, she was ready for him, and gladly accepted the load he burst forth, taking the first hot discharge that hosed into her mouth.
Gulping, swallowing, she drank the pungent fluid, let it slide creamily down her throat, held it along her tongue to savor its piquant flavors, then swallowed again.
And she continued to pivot, to wheel her crotch so that the young, anxious cock of Robin could feel every inch of her satiny cunt walls, so that his piston could fondle her clit with every plunge it made.
"Great, great!" Robin gasped. "Tight and steamy-boiling around my prick. Oh, man, man! I envied you this cunt for years, and now I'm getting some of it, fucking your wife, big brother-I'm fucking your hot-assed wife!"
"Go ahead," Blake said. "Screw her until she faints-slam it up into that juicy pussy, boy! Feel the way she's grinding her ass, how her blazing cunt is just eating up your prick! Her cunt is chewing your cock just the way her mouth is chewing on mine."
Suddenly Robin said "UHHH!" and stiffened out, the head of his cock flexing wildly. The semen erupted from his prick like molten lava, blistering her womb, burning her cunt with an enchanted flame. Gyrating, shaking, she came a second later, humping his greasy prick in spasms that reached a crescendo and died slowly, very slowly.