Chapter 3
Pam grew worried. She and Angela had fucked all night long. If anything, the experience had been even more intense than the one with Josh. She didn't know her body was capable of so many orgasms, one right after another.
Maybe that's the reason you're not supposed to do it with another woman, she thought. Because she knows how to fuck you so good. And she never gets tired. The two of you can just fuck and fuck forever, until neither one of you can lift a finger any more.
What worried Pam was that she seemed to have climbed up to another level of sexual pleasure. She had always enjoyed sex. But after she had let her brother fuck her, everything changed.
She found herself craving sex all of the time. She wanted to be fucked all of the time. It was a throbbing, aching need in her. It was a continuous wetness and itchiness in her cunt.
She was sure it was visible in her eyes. She was afraid to look at other people, for fear they would think she was a nympho. How can I be that? she asked herself. I never was one before. You can't just turn into one overnight, can you?
She finally decided that the only way to overcome it was to use fierce self-discipline. She would prove she was no nympho. She gave up sex completely. Although she worried about not hearing from either Josh or Angela, she tried to keep busy. She worked harder than ever, came home and wrote letters, cleaned house, washed dishes and swam in the apartment's pool.
But whenever her roommate Catherine was gone from the apartment, even for the briefest run down to the store, Pam would lie down on the sofa or the bed and quickly fingerfuck herself into wild wrenching climaxes. Her cunt always seemed so juicy and ready, her clit so swollen and tender. She never failed to come, like a string of firecrackers going off, the moment she plunged her hand into her tingling wet crack. She didn't know what was happening to her, but she couldn't help it.
Almost a month had passed. She hadn't heard a thing from either Josh or Angela. Of course, she hadn't contacted them either. She knew all of them could hardly avoid feeling guilty and confused about the whole thing.
But as time went on, she began to wonder why neither one had tried to reach her. Could they have got back together? If so, she should be happy. They were family. She would be happy for them.
Like hell! Truthfully, she didn't want them to get back together at all. She wanted them apart. She wanted to go to bed with each of them again. And again! The desire to do it again was nearly overwhelming.
On the other hand, she wondered if she shouldn't just use this long separation from them to stop the whole thing. It could be part of her will power and self-discipline. True, she had fucked the both of them. It had been glorious. It would be a great memory. But she was no nympho. She was normal! Completely normal!
Maybe the best thing she could do would be to actually help them get back together. Once they were reunited, they wouldn't dare tell one another about their experiences with her. They would no longer be a danger to her. The temptation for her to call either one of them would be reduced.
She didn't know exactly how to do it. She didn't even know, for example, where Josh was. For days, she turned it over in her mind. She was just about to give up in frustration when, one evening, Josh finally phoned. He asked if he could come over. His voice on the phone was thick with desire for her.
As she spoke to him, Pam felt her whole body ripple with sexual fire. She realized how dangerous it would be to her will power if she consented. But on the other hand, how would she ever get them back together if she didn't start somewhere?
Her roommate Catherine, as understanding as ever, agreed to go out to a movie for the evening. Pam told her brother he could come over for a glass of wine and a talk.
While she waited for him to arrive, she put on three layers of clothing, trying to make herself as unattractive as possible. She put on a bra, some panties, then a very tight body-stocking over them so that her full figure was straightened and compressed. Then she put on a shapeless housecoat that she usually only wore when she was sick.
But when Josh came to the door, somehow it didn't matter. His eyes burned into her as if she were wearing nothing at all. She invited him in and poured two glasses of wine. They sat sedately across from each other, with a coffee table between them, not really knowing what to say.
"I ... thought I'd hear from you sooner," Pam said hesitantly.
The second she said it, she knew it was the wrong thing to say. It sounded so coy and flirtatious, almost seductive. Josh nodded and sipped his wine.
"I really wanted to call. I almost called you a thousand times, Pam. But each time I stopped, because I thought you'd probably refuse me. Because you'd feel the same way I did."
"How was that?"
"I wanted you. I still want you. I haven't been able to get you out of my mind."
"But you haven't gone all this time without other women, have you?"
He shook his head and grinned sardonically. His rugged jaw and white even teeth made Pam yearn to feel his mouth everywhere on her body.
"No," he said. "As a matter of fact, I've been going through a whole line of them, just trying to find the one that could make me forget you.'
"And Angela?"
"I haven't seen her since I last saw you."
Somehow that made Pam feel very good.
"Did you find anyone who could make you ... forget?" she asked.
She hated herself for being so coy again. But the fact that he wanted her that much made her feel good. Josh shook his head again.
"There isn't anyone," he said.
This is getting out of control already, Pam thought. I promised myself I wouldn't let it happen. And yet here it goes anyway.
"Look, Josh," she said, trying to force the conversation back on the track where it belonged. "I know how you feel. I've been feeling that way too. But we can't let it get the best of us. You know as well as I do that it's wrong. I'm your sister. What we did was beautiful. It still is, when I remember it. But you know it can't go on that way. It's not normal. We'll feel guiltier and guiltier. I want you very much. But I've decided I can't do that anymore. It started a whole bunch of things that are really confusing me. I think the only way to stop them is to try and be healthy. Normal. Know what I mean?"
"What things?" Josh asked, faintly jealous.
"Never mind what things," Pam replied, embarrassed. "Look, for one thing, I'm worried about Angela. She's acting a little strange. I know she hurt you, but surely you've hurt her in turn enough by now. Why don't you two-"
"You've been talking to her?" he interrupted.
"I ... saw her a few times. I think she needs you very much."
Josh glared at Pam. His eyes flickered with obvious passion and determination.
"I don't want her," he said. "I want you."
Pam shook her head. She looked down at the floor, trying to keep the yearning desires of her body under control.
"You can't have me," she whispered, trying to mean it. "Not any more. I think you should go back to your wife. We had something good, we can always remember it ..."
She stared at the floor. Her eyes were half-filled with tears. She didn't see Josh rise from his chair. She only felt him coming around the coffee table. She felt his arms encircling her shoulders, his mouth pressing down onto hers.
She kissed him back and parted her lips for his invading tongue. Her quivering body dissolved into pliant undulations as his hands dug into her flesh through the layers of clothes.
Oh, god, Josh! I want you, I want you so much, I want you to fuck me and fuck me forever! But we can't! I made up my mind and we just can't! she thought.
"We can't, Josh, we can't!" she wept, pulling away from him. "I told you that."
But Josh was not to be put off so easily. He held her face in his hands and bruised her swollen lips with his rough mouth. His hands slid down her body as he kissed her. He clawed her responsive flesh through the housecoat. Pam began to whimper and writhe. She felt the huge gristly lump of Josh's cock push into her thigh as she squirmed.
"Pam, oh, Pam," he growled, kissing her neck and throat. He dug his fingers into her bouncy tits through her bra. "I haven't been able to think of anything but you! You know it's been the same for you! You know it!"
"I know! Ohhhhnnnnn, I know!" she sobbed. "But we can't! We can't!"
Wriggling out of his strong embrace, she jumped to her feet. She padded a few steps across the room and turned to him.
"You have to go back to her, Josh. Maybe when you get back together with her, then we ... then we can ..."
It sounded so strange to her, this proposal she was making, that for a moment she thought she might be going crazy. But maybe it would work. Already he was coming toward her again.
"You mean, once I get back together with her, then I can have you?" Josh asked, incredulous.
Pam gulped back her sobs and bit her lower lip. "Why not?" she said in a meek, small voice.
Josh reached out and gripped the neckline of her ugly old housecoat. With one violent motion, he ripped the entire thing off of her body. The cloth screamed as it tore. Pam's hot flesh quivered with excitement. She had never been raped. Her knees turned to jello as she anticipated what might happen now.
"Josh ... Josh, no, no!" she whimpered, backing away from him.
But he wouldn't let her get away. He was on her again, enfolding her in his strong arms. His fingers tore at the snaps in the crotch of the body-stocking, trying to figure out how to get it off her, too.
"I want you, Pam!" he breathed into her ear. "I want to fuck you. I've been waiting so long, I can't help it. I want to fuck you. I've got to fuck you!"
"Ohhhhnnnn!" Pam moaned.
She was on the verge of yielding to him. What did it matter, all those healthy impulses she had been trying to maintain before he arrived? Her body needed him. Her pussy was wet and seething. She wanted to feel it filled by the plunging hard stalk of her brother's huge stiff cock!
Josh's frenzied fingers made the body-stocking unsnap. He pulled it up to her midriff. His hands moved hungrily over her smooth belly. They dipped beneath the elastic band of her panties, darting down into her wet thatch. His fingers probed lower, finding the wet aching lips of her cunt.
"Nooooo! Nooooo!" Pam moaned, hissing with pleasure at the same time.
Quickly, an idea came to her. It was an idea that just might save them both! She had to show herself that her will power was real, that she wasn't nympho, that she could overcome this crazy need of her body. She was delirious with the need to have her brother fuck her, until she exploded with rapturous coming.
But she couldn't let him. Suddenly, surprising him, she turned into a tornado of lust herself. She swarmed over him, sinking to her knees, tearing at his belt buckle.
"Josh, ohhnnn, Josh!" she panted, groping at his zipper. "Let me suck you! Let me, ohhh, let me suck you and blow you. I want you to fuck me in the mouth. I never got to take it in my mouth last time. Let me this time, please? Oh, please, please! Let me suck you?"
Josh was taken by surprise. She had been resisting him. Now she was nearly devouring his crotch, tugging at his pants. She was trying to free his cramped, aching prick, panting and whimpering urgently as her hands tore at his clothing.
Pam pulled him down beside her and onto the floor. She yanked his pants and shorts down to his ankles. Then she ran her wet lips all over his hot blood-filled prick.
"Oh, Josh, ohhnnn, baby!" she moaned. "It's so beautiful, it's so big! I want to eat it! I want to swallow it!"
Pam held her brother's massive twitching cock in both hands and licked it up and down. Everything she had said to him was true. She had never seen a prick like his before. It was so thick and long, so fierce and lovely. She closed her mouth over the flaring purplish head of his cock and sucked it eagerly.
Josh was surprised by her sudden voracious appetite for his cock. But he wasn't about to refuse the pleasures she was offering. Not when she began gobbling, stroking and sucking his jumping, throbbing cock like a lollipop. He just laid back on the floor, bucking his hips gently up into her down thrusting mouth. He dug his fingers into her hair, panting softly as he felt the juices boil in his balls.
Pam was wildly in need of a climax herself. But the joy of her brother's huge jerking cock in her mouth drove everything else out of her mind. She knew it would work. She would get Josh's rocks off for him so beautifully that he would be more agreeable to her plan.
So she sailed down on his wet enormous bulging prick again and again. She rolled his big soft balls in her fingers. She dripped warm spit on the swollen head of his prick. She stabbed it with her tongue, then sucked it part-way down her throat, hearing her brother gag and groan with pleasure.
Oh, come, come! she pleaded to herself. Let me drink you! Let me drink you, baby! Oh, yessss, yesssss!
Suddenly, Josh began to stiffen and buck his hips violently. He drove the huge twitching pole of his cock up into her mouth. He jammed it into her throat so roughly that she coughed and choked. He grabbed her head with both hands and began fucking her mouth viciously.
Pam shut her eyes and yielded to him completely. Come, oh, come, baby! she moaned to herself. Now he was fiercely fucking her throat, but she gagged deliriously and let him do it. In only seconds, she felt the warm milky gobs of his cum squirting deep into her mouth. His prick spurted into her throat and she gulped the jism down thirstily. She swallowed it and sucked for more, humming happily as the last beads of it trickled down her ravaged throat.
When it was over, Josh slumped back, exhausted. Pam caressed his limp cock and licked it. At this instant, she had never been hornier in her life. She wanted desperately for him to fuck her.
But it is a selfish, perverted lust I feel, she told herself. She had to control it. Giving into it would only bring them all more trouble. She had to sacrifice her own selfish urges.
She pulled her rumpled body-stocking down over her panties again and snapped it tight. Then she kissed her smiling brother and whispered to him.
"You see what I mean, don't you, baby? If we go on this way, it's just too dangerous. Sooner or later, one of us will have to end it. But if you're with Angela, then once in a while ..."
Josh nodded. He was still grinning from the immense satisfaction her head-job had given him.
"I suppose you're right," he said. "But I'm still puzzled about why you're so interested in Angela's well-being."
"I think she needs you a lot more than she could ever say."
"But what about you?"
"I need you too," Pam whispered, glancing down at the mammoth limp monster of his prick. "But you're my brother. Believe me, baby, it's almost too frightening!"
"Maybe you're right," Josh nodded again. "I guess I should give her a call."
Suddenly, Pam felt the strange jealousy again. She trailed her fingers seductively down his bare chest.
"She's very lovely," she whispered. "Promise you won't enjoy fucking her so much that you never come back to me, just once in a while?"
Josh pulled her down on top of him. He kissed her mouth roughly. She could feel his massive prick throbbing to life again. It pressed into the naked flesh of her thigh.
"Never a chance of that," he groaned, digging his fingers into her ass.
Pam knew she had to get rid of him quickly. Otherwise she would throw caution to the winds and surrender her body to him completely. She hopped up, out of his grasp and shook her head.
"Not until afterward," she said, smiling.
Josh stood up glumly and pulled up his pants.
"I guess that gives me an extra reason to get started on this quickly, eh?" he grinned.
Pam nodded and kissed him goodbye at the door. But as soon as she shut the door behind him, she went to her bedroom and locked the door. Then she took her vibrator out of the drawer.
She quickly slipped out of the body-stocking and her underwear. She needed to come so badly that her whole body was shaking. I need it, ohhhnnnnn, I need it! she moaned to herself.
She lay on the bed and started the vibrator. Then she carefully touched the pointed buzzing tip of it to her swollen, aching clit. Within seconds, she was thrashing about and holding back her screams, pulverized by abrupt shock-waves of hot coming.
She jabbed the vibrator into her cunt again and again. And she came again and again, relieving the pressure in her convulsing naked body.
But all the time she wished she had let him fuck her.