Chapter 8

He placed her on the bed and looked down her. She couldn't help squirming under his gaze. She felt the stickiness and crust on her thighs and made him let her get up to shower and clean herself for him. He watched her and then car into the tiny stall with her so that they we cramped together with the hot water streaming down on them. She looked up at him and smiled through her nervousness.

"I feel spectacularly naughty, Pete," she said.

"Why?"

"Because I-I've never done this kind of thing."

He looked at her, and his expression of doubt softened just a bit. He washed her tits with his slippery, soapy hands, and he knew that the little shivers passing through her body weren't faked.

"You're driving me up a tree," she whispered huskily, leaning against him.

"Look what you've done to me," he said grinning, glancing down through the narrow space between them in the cramped stall. His cock was thrusting up towards her face. She looked at stiff rod and felt a certain dizziness.

"What's the matter?" he asked.

"I've-I told you, I'm not used to this kind thing. It isn't every day I look head on at a man's prick."

"Marla, you don't have to keep that up," he said. "I told you it wouldn't help, and it won't. We're going to fuck."

She lifted her face and looked at him openly. "It's not an act, Pete."

He held her gaze for an electric moment and then reached behind his back and turned the shower off. "Come on," he said, making his voice gruff, grabbing her arm harder than he had to. He pushed her out into the room and onto the bed. She sat there with her shoulders slumped and her head hanging.

"Come on," he said again.

She looked up. Tears mingled with thee water droplets and hid them. "I want you to believe me. I want it to be yesterday again so that I can give you my cherry. I need for you to believe that, because I feel so dirty for not having it."

He shrugged. "Okay, I believe you." He pushed her back onto the bed and lay beside her. She stared at the ceiling. It wasn't good enough. He put his hand over her pussy, and she parted her thighs automatically. If he thought her a slut, she might as well act the part. What did it matter any more?

After a moment, she moaned and put her arms out to him. She looked into his face as it came over hers, and then she pulled him to her, as if she were uninhibited, the way any good slut would do it.

She took his lips against hers. She parted them and let his tongue come into her mouth. She lifted her pussy up to his mind as he fondled her gash and spread her cuntlips with his fingers.

And then she wasn't acting the part of a slut any more. All the motions and softenings and tender caresses came without any effort, without any trickery.

The sensations were strange to her. She lifted her thigh over his hips and opened her cunt wide. He dabbled there, fondling her clit, running his fingers into her pussyhole, and she was glad it was open for him.

"Fuck me, Pete," she whispered.

He looked at her. "That's no way for a virgin to talk."

"I know it. I'm not one any more. I don't even want to be one now. I'm glad it's over with, glad I know what to expect." She passed her hand gently over his face. "Now I can concentrate on feeling your prick inside me, on feeling how good and full it makes me feel. I don't have to think about the sudden rupture and what it means to me and all that."

"Sure," he said, reaching down to put her hand on his cock. It was rigid and throbbing, and the feel of it sent thrills through her and made her moan again.

"I'm putting it into me," she whispered with a sense of sweet awe. She rubbed the knob up and down her gash and felt how it slipped through her juices. "I'm actually putting a cock into my pussy. After all the years of trying to keep them out ..."

He looked down on her. Their gazes locked, and she moved her hips, hunching her crotch up, making the head of his prick be captured by the soft, pulsing mouth of her pussy. He started to push forward, and she stopped him with a gasp.

"No-let me. Don't you come into me. Let me fuck my pussy down on you. I want to take part in it. I want to start it. I want to know that this is really me doing it, that there's no resistance any more, that there's no hint of rape again."

"Marla," he complained.

She pushed him onto his back and squatted next to him. Her eyes were suddenly bright, her heart tripping with joy. "I'm going to fuck you, darling," she said.

"Be my guest," he grinned.

Marla looked at his prick. She sucked in her breath and fondled the rigid shaft with her fingers. It was a test of some kind she was making for herself.

She hesitated for a long moment and felt her cunt throb with anticipation and impatience. Then she looked into his eyes again and lifted her leg over his hips, straddling him, knowing that her golden pussy was spread wide and that he was looking directly into it. She pumped her crotch forward towards his face and spread her cuntlips shamelessly to his gaze.

"Pete, look," she said excitedly. "I'm watering for your prick. I'm throbbing inside for the feel of it, for the whole length of it to come inside me. I want it, Pete, I want it, and I don't care that I'm not a virgin any more!"

He looked. He licked his dry lips. Then he squinted and frowned and stared. He reached out and held her hips and made her come closer to his face. He spread her cuntlips wider with his fingers and opened her twat mouth.

"What's wrong, Pete?" she whispered. "Do you think there's a poisonous snake up there ready to bite the end of your prick? Are you still looking for the money I stole?"

"What's that inside there?" he asked. "It looks like-tissues."

He barely whispered the last word. He looked up at her face slowly, his expression changing several times.

"Marla ..." he said huskily.

"I told you, Pete," she said, flushing before him. "I told you and told you, and you wouldn't believe me."

"I didn't... I thought..." "They won't be there long, darling? Sue says they go away once it's broken." "God, I didn't..."

"Pete, I want to fuck you," she cried happily, taking his cock in her hand again, moving down his thighs, centering her cunt over his cock. The nose of it touched her wet pussy folds and throbbed wildly.

"Honey, it's yesterday again," he said.

She was too choked to respond. His image grew watery before her eyes. She lowered herself slowly, taking his prick into her cunt inch by savory inch. She wept as it went in her hole, and she shivered all over until she sat fully on his hips, their pubes mingling, her pussy shaking around his dick, her tits burning and throbbing in his hands.

She began to move, slowly at first, then with increasing speed. She fucked him while he remained still, until he couldn't stay wooden any longer and came alive beneath her throbbing cunt. Then he pulled her down on top of him and held her tightly and rolled her over onto her back and crushed her under his weight. His hips moved up and down, and he was fucking her while she fucked him back.

"Pete, Pete!" she cried softly. "Fuck me, darling, fuck me!"

"You fuck me, Marla."

"I am, I am! God, I am fucking you!"

She lifted to him, matching every stroke. Her pussy burst into flame, and the sensations roared through her whole body and made her cry out from the searing heat of it.

She shook and shuddered and gave herself to him completely, twisting and churning under him, making her swollen, oiled cunt rise up his shaft and suck at his balls.

He pounded into her cunt, but it was all good, all sweet and wonderful and good. There was no incest, no depravity, no shame. It was the way fucking should be, and she knew she loved it. She thanked her grandmother for the genes that made her so responsive and willing now. She was suddenly looking forward to the day when she would be able to give all her passion to Pete, only to Pete, until they burned themselves out trying to keep it under control.

She rose up to meet his pulsing thrusts, and her orgasm pounded through her with a depth and completeness that she'd never had before. She yelled aloud, again and again, knowing they were on the ocean where nobody but Pete could hear the depth of her joy.

He cradled her head in his arms and kissed her again and again, not stopping his motions, letting her get it all out of her spasming body until the next time.

She didn't think she would ever stop coming. All the dirt, all the degradation and shame poured from her pussy and flowed around his cock and dribbled down to her asshole as she came and yelled and came again. She lost count of how many times, but she was exhausted when it finally stopped.

They lay together, breathing deeply. She felt as if she were floating. The motion of the boat aided the sensation. When they had caught their breaths and kissed until she moaned with renewed passion, they started fucking all over again.

It wasn't the same as it had been with Uncle Brad. The more he fucked her, the greedier she became. She couldn't get enough of the feel of his beautiful prick inside her cunt, of his lean, hard body against her tits and belly. She ran her hands over his butt again and again, and she went back a thousand times for the taste of his firm lips.

The sun wheeled overhead and began falling into the Gulf beyond the island. It had happened too fast.

He sat up in the bed and shook his head, looking at her. "You've worn me to a frazzle, young lady," he grinned.

"You've just begun on me," she grinned back, laughing happily over his exaggerated moan. Her face became serious, and she knew it was over for now. "Pete, what are we going to do?"

He looked at her, then at his watch. "Wait some more," he said. He padded to a window and looked shoreward. "They've gone."

She got up and looked with him. He left the window and got into his pants, starting forward to the anchor. "Pete, it's a trick," she called after him.

"Maybe."

He pulled on the rope. The anchor broke loose, and he hauled it up. He came back to the stern and kicked the engines on. The sea was much calmer than it had been. He eased forward down the channel again, squinting against the glare of the dying sun. He kept looking shoreward.

"I don't like this," he said. "They can see us, but it'll be hard to spot the car again. Unless . . . "

He goosed the boat, keeping a wary eye on the gas gauges. He came to a point where two islands were spanned by a bridge, and he didn't see them on top of it or anywhere around for nearly a mile in either direction, where the car would have stood out on the flat, empty mounds of low rock. He checked with the binoculars to make sure, and he let out a cackle.

"We're going in," he said.

Islamorada was just ahead. He took it through the channel, docked, kept a wary eye out for them while he phoned his sister from a booth. He came back looking pale.

"Pete, what's the matter?" she cried.

"No answer. They're there. Somebody's there, or Jenny would have answered."

"Oh, no," she cried softly.

They cast off and headed down the channel again, racing against time. It was dark long before he made the cut over to Florida Bay under the highway and sped along the rim of the island towards his place.

The house glowed from a dense setting of landscaping and thick stands of trees. Pete maneuvered the boat into the dock. They made the lines secure and then ran up to the house and burst in through the door.

"Well, well, just in time for the fun," Uncle Brad crowed.

Marla and Pete pulled up short. He was pointing a gun at them. "We're all in the living room having a party," he said. "Come and join us, won't you?" He waved the gun.

Through a door, Marla could hear a moan of protest, a choked cry, and then more moans, rhythmic in cadence. She looked through the door and saw her brother humping up and down over a blonde girl, fucking her hard, fucking her and fucking her as if he wouldn't stop. Lonny was watching, his prick hard and in his hand, waiting his turn. Sue was with Jenny. The mulatto was tied to a chair, and Sue was kneeling in front of her, licking her spread cunt, making her squirm and thrash against her will.

"Nick!" she cried, running forward, looking at the girl who must have been Carol, seeing that her eyes were sightless, that her fingertips were going over Nick's face again and again, exploring it, sensing it, seeing him through them-and doing it even as he was fucking her and making her moan.

Nick looked around and paused for a moment. "Hey, Phillips," he cried. "How do you like having your sister get fucked, huh? How does it feel, huh? Like the thoughts of it? Want to watch some more?" he cackled and pumped his prick into the slim body of Pete's younger sister and made her moan anew.

"You rotten son of a bitch!" Pete roared, lunging forward.

Lonny took his hand from his prick and stood menacingly in Pete's way. He even emitted a kind of growl. Uncle Brad waved the gun again and laughed.

"Try it, Phillips," he said.

Pete stopped in his tracks. He looked helplessly at his sister.

"Carol..." he croaked.

"Pete? Pete? It's all right, Pete, it doesn't matter. Don't let them get away with it, don't give them any more money."

"Carol, for God's sake, I'll kill them!" he cried.

"No, don't, darling, it doesn't matter."

"She wouldn't tell us how to get into the safe, Phillips," Uncle Brad said, waving the gun again. He looked foolish doing it. "Maybe you'll be more cooperative."

"Fuck you," Pete growled.

Uncle Brad shrugged. "Then I'll have to let Lonny get a piece of your sister's ass, too. He won't be as gentle as Nick there." He watched them fucking. "You know, if I didn't know better, I'd say your sister was enjoying having a little prick in her. Haven't you been taking care of her, Phillips?"

"Not the way you mean."

"Oh, you mean it's been the maid over there, huh?"

Pete didn't answer. Marla glanced at him quickly and saw an odd expression on his face, a look of guilt. He covered it quickly, and she felt a strange feeling go through her. She looked at Jenny. The woman was beautiful. But she didn't seem to be enjoying what Sue was doing to her.

She looked at Carol. The blonde hair spilled over the edge of the sofa. Her fingers were still going over Nick's body, feeling it. She was younger than Pete, perhaps twenty-three. She could see a faint resemblance between them. Her tits were smooth and pointed, and they flattened nicely under the weight of Nick's chest. Her hips were wide, full of passion. She had her knees drawn up, and Marla wasn't sure but what Uncle Brad said seemed right. She did seem to be enjoying the way Nick was fucking her. In fact, she came while Marla was watching. She tried to hide it, but Marla could tell. She felt wise about such things now. After coming, she didn't seem to want to stop.

In a detached way, Marla thought about it and knew it would make sense. If Pete kept her a virtual prisoner in the house, then she would be starved for sex. She was getting it now, from Nick.

"The money, Phillips," Uncle Brad said again.

Pete looked at him, then at his sister. There was nothing he could do but try to keep Lonny away from her. His eyes met Jenny's for a moment, and he looked away from the pained expression on her face. He went into another room and Uncle Brad followed him. Marla ran over to her brother and pounded ineffectually on his back with her small fists.

"Stop it, you beast, stop it! She hasn't done anything to you!"

Nick took a swipe at her and kept on fucking. "Yeah, but her fucking brother did. I saw him with you, Marla. I saw him carry you into the cabin. You were in there all fucking day. The son of a bitch cherried you, and I'm just getting even with him by fucking his own sister. Trouble is, she likes it. She's come three times already. Christ, it isn't fair!" he bawled. "Did you do that with him? Did you come and come and holler for more?"

"Don't you try to condemn me, Nick Carver," Marla said hotly. "You seem to have forgotten that you fucked me first-you, my brother-you were the first."

"I was not!" he cried. "I stuck it up your ass because I had to stick it somewhere, or Uncle Brad would have done it for me."

Marla rocked back on her heels. She looked at her brother with an open mouth. Was it true? Had he buggered her on purpose in an effort to save her from Uncle Brad?

"Nick-honey, I didn't... I thought ... Oh, God, I'm sorry for all the horrible things I've thought about you. I thought you didn't know the difference."

"Yeah, well, I guess it was all for nothing, huh? You went and threw your cherry away on that Phillips bastard."

"No, Nick."

"Oh, bullshit! Don't lie to me. You can't spread your legs right now and show me a cherry. Can you?"

"No," she said softly. "But it wasn't Pete. It was Uncle Brad."

He stopped fucking. "What?" he exploded.

"Last night. He gave you a sleeping pill instead of an aspirin. He came into my room and did it. Again and again, until the sun came up. He wouldn't stop. He was trying to force me to be like Sue. When he finally fell asleep, I ran away, hoping to find Pete. I'm glad I did, Nick." She looked at him levelly. "Nick, you've got to understand this. I love you. I'm worried about you, about what you're doing with Uncle Brad. I want to care for you, Nick, but I can't do it in the way you've wanted me to. And now-now I have something with Pete. Something good. I can't let go of it. I can't come back and do those horrible things Uncle Brad was making me do."

"Marla!" he cried. "You can't leave me! What girl's going to look at a face like this? I won't have anybody if you leave me, Marla."

"Perhaps one who can't see will look at it, Nick," she said softly.

He stopped again. He looked down on the pretty features of the woman he was abusing so thoughtlessly. Her fingers still played over his features. There was no pain on her face, no shame for what he was doing to her. Carol Phillips was smiling very softly.

"Sometimes, Nick," she said, moving her pretty lips, "we think we're all alone when we're not like the rest of them, when we have a deformity. But we're not. Perhaps we can help each other, you and I. You've made the first step. I didn't like your crude approach, but I can't deny I've liked your style." She smiled, and her sightless eyes twinkled with mischief.

Nick looked at the woman with disbelief. He began moving again, but in a different way-slower, with more feeling. She curled her arms around his neck and made a soft sound, and Marla stepped away from them.

"Tell him to hurry up, Marla," Lonny complained, playing with his prick again, licking his lips as he looked at her.

"Lonny, I'm surprised," she said. "I thought surely you'd be showing Jenny what a big prick you have by now."

"Aw, I wanted to, but Sue wouldn't let me. Shit, she takes the fun out of everything."

"Why don't you push her away? You're bigger than she is."

"Huh? Shit! Then she'll cut me off for good!"

"What will you have lost, Lonny? Do you think she's the only girl around?"

He turned his head and looked at Jenny. Marla hated to do it to the girl, but she was hoping that Jenny wouldn't mind too much. It turned out that she didn't mind at all. Lonny went over and pulled Sue's head away from the dark crotch. She started bitching at him. Jenny looked at his big prick with a hungry expression.

"That's the size I like," she said, her voice rich and deep.

Lonny's cock throbbed. He began freeing her, pushing Sue away at regular intervals.

Pete and Uncle Brad came back into the room. Uncle Brad looked smug. He watched Nick fucking Carol and then watched Lonny stuff his thick cock into Jenny's squirming, excited cunt. Then he looked at Sue and licked his lips.

"No!" Sue cried.

"Shut up," he said. "I can fuck you any time. Nick's got the right idea. Pay Phillips back for trying to cause trouble. Nick, come hold the gun on this bastard. I want to take a whack at that blind stuff. He had another three thousand in his safe. We can split it, just like you said."

"It was six," Pete said firmly.

Uncle Brad cracked him across the face with the gun, and he began to bleed. "I told you to shut up. All right, Nick, six. We'll still split it."

Nick looked at him. He rose up from Carol's body. Her fingers waved like feelers, wanting him to stay. Nick grinned in a hard way.

"She's a hell of a piece, Uncle Brad. This guy must be an idiot for not dicking her. She's starving for it."

"Nick!" Marla cried.

"Oh, shut up, Marla," he said. "Come to think of it, I owe you a fuck myself, just on general principles."

He moved towards her. Marla backed away. She watched Uncle Brad cackle with lust and unbuckle his pants as he approached Carol. He passed the gun to Nick and dropped his pants.

Nick stopped dead. He swung around just as Uncle Brad was holding his cock in his hand and aiming it towards Carol's snatch. He pointed the gun at him.

"Hold it right there, you son of a bitch," Nick growled.

Uncle Brad turned around, startled. He grinned after a moment. "Nick, what is this?" he asked.

"This is for fucking my sister. This is for trying to cheat us again. This is to show you that I'm not kidding any more and never have been."

Uncle Brad looked at him and moved away from the sofa. "Lonny, get your cock out of there for a minute and help me take the gun away from Nick."

Lonny turned his head. "Naw," he grunted.

"Lonny, get moving!" Uncle Brad roared. "I won't let you fuck my daughter any more. Sue, you hear that? No more ass for Lonny."

"I hear it, Daddy," she said angrily, glaring at Lonny.

Lonny didn't even respond. Nick laughed. "Apparently, Lonny doesn't think that's such a bad fate, Uncle Brad. I can't blame him. Frankly, your daughter's a little bitch, and she hasn't treated him very well."

"Your Lonny's doin' fine* just where he is, Mr. Brad," Jenny said. "I've had me a long dry spell here, in spite of what you thinks, and he's doin' just-just... oh, right on, big man!" she cried, rolling wildly underneath him.

Pete's eyebrows went up. He looked at Marla and shrugged. "It was over a year ago," he admitted, looking away for a moment. "She hasn't left the house since."

"Lonny likes boats, Pete," she said.

He caught it. "Lonny not only doesn't give a damn, Brad, but I've just hired him to take care of the boat."

Uncle Brad laughed sharply. "He's too fucking dumb!"

"He can be taught. Looks like you and your daughter are left out in the cold." He walked forward, his hand out. "I'll take my money back now."

"Shoot him, Nick," Uncle Brad said. "No deal."

"You need me, you little punk. You've still got that face nobody'll look at." He was snarling now, coming apart.

"I've found somebody who can't see it," Nick said. "She can look beneath it."

Uncle Brad stepped back, his eyes flicking from one to the other of them, "You're kidding. Phillips, did you hear that? One fuck, and he thinks your sister's head over heels for him. You gonna put up with a creep like that, thinking he can fuck your sister just because she's blind?"

"Not as blind as you are, Brad," Carol said, sitting up on the couch. Her tits swung nicely from her chest, smooth and pointed. "I know what I look like. Quite good, Good enough to please Nick, I should hope. I can see him, too, in my own special way. I see motives, things underneath, things you who have eyes don't always see. I see yours, and they repel me. I see Nick's, and they don't. He was trying to help his sister. I am in a good position to appreciate that gesture. I have nothing more to say to you or to your daughter. Nick? Nick?"

She held out her hands. Nick went to her. She hugged him to her face by his hips and smiled. "I hope you don't mind, Pete," she said.

"You get whatever you want, honey," Pete said. "You know that."

"So do you, darling. My, our family has grown suddenly," she said brightly.

Pete fished his money out of Uncle Brad's pants. He went over to Nick. The two men looked steadily at each other for a moment.

"Sorry about yesterday, Pete," Nick said. He caressed Carol's cheek. "I'll make it up to you."

"There's an experimental station connected with the Marine Institute up on Pigeon Key," he said. "I know the guy who heads it. 111 see what I can do."

Nick burst into a broad grin, the first genuinely happy smile Marla had seen on his face since the accident. Something choked up in her throat and made her eyes sting. She watched him hand the gun over to Pete willingly, and she knew he was on the road to recovery.

Pete waved the gun at Uncle Brad. "We're all tired of you and your daughter," he said.

Wordlessly, Uncle Brad put his pants back on. He looked at his daughter. She came over and hugged his arm and glanced through the room at all of them. Then she put her arms around his neck and kissed him fully, smiling at him.

"Like old times, Daddy? Just us?"

"I guess so, baby."

"I'm glad. I was beginning to think you need me around to help you any more, you were using Marla so much. You watch. I'll get myself all dolled up, and we can hit the King's Cove yet can't we?"

He looked at her and smiled weakly. "You bet honey," he said, having no faith in it.

Pete walked them down the long, curving drive. The wind whispered through the thick stand of pines. Marla walked beside him in the balmy night. Pete cut the power on the gate and opened it and shoved Uncle Brad through. He turned and grinned crookedly at Marla, trying to preserve one victory, the fact that he'd fucked her first. She beat him to the punch, deflating him completely.

"Thanks for the favor, Uncle Brad. It made everything work out better. I was able to enjoy myself with Pete instead of worry. I hope you and Sue have a nice life together-just a father and his daughter. You deserve each other."

Pete grinned and locked the gate. The pair got into the car and drove away. Pete put his arm around Marla's shoulder and shoved the gun in his pocket and flipped his hand as if he'd burned it, making a face.

"That's a sharp tongue you have for such a young girl."

"Young but wise," she smiled up at him. "And in love, I think. Hot, anyway. Definitely hot for your prick."

"More?"

"Much more."

They paused outside on the porch, looking in through the glass doors. Nick and Carol were at it again. This time, she was sitting astride his hips, fucking him vigorously, letting herself go for the first time in a long while. Lonny and Jenny were still getting along just fine.

"Shall we join them?" Pete said.

"No," she smiled, her eyes gleaming with reflected light. "I like mine private. I like it to be all for you. Maybe later, but not now, not while it's still fresh and clean and good. Do my starry eyes deceive me, or is that a porch swing over there?"

"They see just fine," he said.

She led him by the hand and lay down on it, crooking her finger at him. "I've never been fucked in a swing, and I'm nearly eighteen," she said.

"Heavens!" he grinned, unbuckling his pants.

He got into the swing with her. It was a precarious fit. He kicked off, and the chains squeaked rhythmically. He propped a pillow under her head and spread her out on the cushions. Then he came into her readily and found her pussy wet and molten and eager.

"Pete," she whispered, lifting up to him.

He timed his strokes with the arc of the swing and made her giggle. "God, I'm going to mess it up," she said.

"Go ahead."

She broke the rhythm. Her hips moved jerkily and caught and hitched and made her pussy suck up and down his shaft. She rose quickly to him, taking his cock fully into her eager cunt, feeling that she was truly flying. She began to buck and whimper and come. Pete shouted with her. They came together, twisting and thrashing, then yelling as they rolled out of the swing and onto the piece of carpet beneath it. The swing moved over their heads as they finished coming, still glued together, still pulsing and moistening each other inside her writhing cunt.

"It'll never sell," he puffed finally.

"I thought it was exciting," she giggled. She looked at him. "Pete?" she said seriously.

"What?"

"I've never done it under a swing, either." "You little mink," he grinned, gathering her in his arms again.

She laughed throatily and felt his prick slide into her cunt one more delirious time. In a moment, she was yipping again.