Chapter 2
Peggy stood outside her brother's door for several minutes. She wasn't sure what to say, but she finally tapped lightly.
"Randy, can I come in? I'm sorry," she said.
"Go away and leave me alone!" he shouted.
"Please, honey, I wasn't peeking on you. I just got home. I didn't see anything."
"Leave me alone, Goddammit!" he shouted back.
She hesitated for a moment and then opened the door and stepped half way inside. "I'm sorry, Randy, honest. Please let me come in and talk."
"It looks like you're already in," he said sullenly.
He had already undressed and sat on the edge of the bed wearing his pajama bottoms. He had a nice build, and even though she saw him like this lots of times, his broad hairless chest excited her. It had been a long time before tonight that she had seen his naked cock, though, and the recent sight lingered sharply.
She came over to the bed and sat beside him, her tits bouncing easily under her loose blouse. She was dark like Randy and her father, but she was built like her mother. She had deep dimples in her cheeks just like Mary Alice, and it looked like her tits would be even bigger. She was a beauty with huge, dark eyes, actually much prettier than her mother.
The top two buttons were open on her blouse, showing the deep valley between her tits. She saw Randy glance quickly and thought how Bert had seen a great deal more than cleavage. She blushed just a little remembering what she had done parked right in front of the house.
Randy glanced again into the deep cleft, still he sulked.
Peggy ran her hand down his bare back. "Don't pout, Randy," she said.
"Aw, sis, I feel so stupid," he said.
"You shouldn't, honey. I imagine all guys like the feel of a girl's undies." She giggled. "Even when she's not in them. Besides, honey, I'm kind of flattered. Don't be embarrassed, it kind of excited me to watch you."
He looked at her. "You're not just saying that?"
"Heck no. It did excite me to think you'd do that with my panties. Let's kiss and make up."
Randy blushed. She hadn't shown him this kind of affection in a long time and it embarrassed him a little. "Okay," he said.
She still had her hand on his back and she leaned forward and kissed him, not on the cheek, but on the lips. She held the kiss, her mouth parting open.
The breath caught in Randy's throat and he pulled back, his face redder than before. "You've been drinking," he blurted.
"I had a couple of swallows."
"You shouldn't."
"And why not? I'm not drunk."
"I know it, but liquor does things to girls. You might...."
"Might what, Randy?"
"Where the heck is Mom?"
"She went bowling."
"Bowling? She hasn't gone bowling in years. She shouldn't go out with dad gone."
"Randy, sometimes you really piss me off. You're not being fair to Mom, not fair at all. I don't like the way you treat her, either."
"Dammit, Peg, she has it coming. She shouldn't have let Dad go."
"How could she have stopped him?"
"I've hated her ever since, Peg. I just can't hide it anymore."
"Randy, you don't mean that, you can't. Mom tried to stop him. He bugged out on us."
"Get off it, sis. I won't let you bad mouth him. He's your dad too, remember."
"Yeh, he sure as hell is, and I'm not bad mouthing him; I'm just telling you the truth. Something Mom should have done a long time ago. He never could stick with a job, never could support us, and when he got wind of that job in South America it was an easy out. He just took off. He said he could make a lot of money down there."
"He shouldn't have gone. Money isn't that important," Randy persisted.
"I know it, and you know it, so does Mom. He went anyway."
"He should have taken us along."
"He said he couldn't, said it wasn't allowed. Remember?" Peggy almost sneered. "I think he didn't want to."
"Don't say that, Peg," he snarled. "It's not true. Anyway, he's coming back and Mom shouldn't be going out."
"Shit fire, Randy, she's only thirty-seven years old; she's got to have some relaxation away from us. She's out bowling with a bunch of girls from her office."
"That's what she says."
Peggy held up her hand. "Hold it fella. Now you just shut up and listen. Why do you think Mom went to night school? So she could get a decent job and give us the things we need, that's why. And Dad had other women in the house while Mom was at school. Yes, buddy, right here in this house. You were pretty young, but I remember the sounds coming from their bedroom, only it wasn't Mom in there with him. And Mom knew it, too, and she forgave him because of us. I still love him, Randy; he is my dad, but shit, fella, be fair."
Randy's lower lips came out. "Mom never told me anything like that."
"Of course not, you idiot; she didn't want to influence you. She knows how much you think of Dad. She should have, anyway. I know, and I still love him, but I don't respect him. I respect my mother."
They sat in silence.
"Well, what do you think of the great man now?" she finally said.
"I don't know. I'll have to think about it. I'm not even sure I believe you."
"You can believe me, and you'd better think about it. You're breaking Mom's heart. She busts her ass to please you and you treat her like shit most of the time. Honey, our dad is a bastard. He may be the only dad we've got, but he's a bastard, and you can believe me."
"Okay, if you're so damned truthful, tell me this. Are you still a virgin?"
"What has that got to do with anything?" she said. She was obviously flustered.
"Nothing, I guess. I just wanted to know. You answered my question, anyway."
"Okay, wise guy, so I'm not a virgin. I'll bet you aren't either."
"Yes, as a matter-of-fact, I am."
For some reason his answer struck her as funny. "You poor guy," she said, and giggled.
"It isn't funny," he said. "Who was it?"
"I won't tell you who it was."
She still had her hand on his back and she started massaging. She felt very sensual all of a sudden, very grown up, and she felt very close to her brother. Maybe it was because they had argued, or because she got angry with him, but she didn't want him to know.
"Do I know him?" Randy asked. "Yes, you know him."
"Was it that Goddamn Bert? I don't like him."
"No, honey, it wasn't Bert. Tonight's the first time I've gone out with him."
"And I hope the last."
Peggy giggled. "I think you're jealous, little brother."
"Damn right I'm jealous."
She snuggled a little closer to her brother, her palm flat on his bare back, rubbing gently. "I might tell you about it if you want," she said.
"Yes, tell me," he said, obviously a little excited.
"Put your arm around me, honey. It will give me courage to tell you."
Randy timidly put his arm around her waist.
"Well, I was riding around with this guy; I'd dated him several times before and we'd necked and petted, but never gone all the way. Anyway, he parked in a secluded spot and we started necking and fooling around. We'd had a couple of drinks, and you're right, it does make a girl do things she shouldn't. He had some pot so we smoked a couple of joints and started necking again.-He got his hands under my blouse and my bra unhooked and started playing with me. I shouldn't have let him, I know, but I was proud of my tits and I wanted him to feel how nice and big they were."
She glanced at his face and saw that he was still pretty uptight. She slid her hand inside his pajamas, her fingertips just grazing the tip of the crack between his cheeks. He stiffened, but held her tighter.
"Jesus, Randy, that grass really did its job, because I felt all dreamy and loose ... and I felt hot. He pulled my blouse up and started kissing my nipples. I just moaned and let him have his way; it felt so nice. And then he pushed his hand down in the front of my jeans, and ... aw, hell, I just went bananas. I'd been doing a lot of thinking about letting a guy ball me, and I guess I was just ready. I just couldn't control myself; it made me so horny when he rubbed my pussy."
Randy was blushing, and holding his sister very tight. She took his hand and pushed it up until it rested just under the swell of one of her tits.
"He took my hand and put it on his fly; he'd already unzipped, and had me reach in and take him out. And all of a sudden, at least it seemed like all of a sudden, I wanted it. It felt so hard and ... and good; I wanted his cock inside me."
Randy was breathing faster. His hand had moved up a little and he was cupping one of her tits.
"We got out of the car and took our clothes off, both of us, and I laid down and ... aw, honey, he fucked me."
She looked into Randy's eyes. She could see the hist and it excited her. She slid her hand a little further in his pajamas.
"It kind of hurt and made me a little uncomfortable, but deep down I knew I liked it.
He came, too ... inside of me. God, I was lucky I didn't get knocked up. To get pregnant your very first time would really be the shits."
"Was that the only time?" Randy asked. He was rubbing her nipple; it stood out like a marble.
"I didn't say I'd give you my life history," she said.
She saw the front of his pajamas were tented out, and felt the wetness between her legs.
"No, Randy, it wasn't the only time," she said softly. "I like it, honey; I really do like it."
She looked again at the front of his pajamas, making no attempt to hide her glance.
"Gosh, Randy, it looks like you really got it big. Did my story give you a hard-on?"
Randy hesitated, then whispered, "Yes."
"Do you ... do you ever jack-off?"
Again he whispered. "Yes."
"Very often?"
"All the time." He was blushing.
She reached out, almost touched it, then drew back her hand.
"Can I see it, Randy?" she said.
"Aw, sis, I'm too embarrassed."
"Would you mind if I ... if I ... can I take it out?"
He didn't answer, just shook his head in the affirmative.
She put her hand on his hard thigh, walked up his leg with her fingers, then quickly reached in and circled his cock.
"Oh, God, it's so big. It's bigger than..." She didn't finish.
She stared at his throbbing prick and started to slowly move her hand up and down. "Randy, now don't get mad, but did you like smelling my panties?"
"I thought you said you didn't see anything."
"I saw. I saw how big your prick is, too."
He showed obvious pride at mention of his size. That, and her hand playing with his cock, made him braver. He slipped his hand under her blouse and cupped her naked tit. He felt her nipple, rolled it in his finger tips.
"Yes, I liked smelling your panties," he said.
"Randy!" she squealed. "They were all soiled; I'd worn them all day. They were soiled, and ... stinky. And you still liked it?"
"Yes," Randy said, "I still liked it."
"That feels nice, Randy. Would you like to unbutton my blouse?"
Randy took his arm from around her and started unbuttoning her blouse. When he was done, he pulled the front apart. "Can I kiss them like that other guy did?"
"Oooooh, Randy, honey," she cried, and thrust out her tits.
He bent and drew a hard nipple between his lips. She gripped his cock tighter and let the air escape her lungs with a hiss.
"Have you done it before? Smelled my panties I mean."
He raised from a turgid nipple. He had both standing hard.
"Yes, lots of times," he said.
"Would you ... would you?" Her face went scarlet. "Would you like to see the ones I have on?"
"God, Peg, yes. I ... I never dreamed..."
Peggy jumped to her feet, determined to act before she lost her nerve. She quickly pulled off her blouse and let it float to the floor. Her tits were magnificent, high and soft and round, the nipples dark red and standing out hard.
"Jesus, sis, you're beautiful," Randy gasped.
She flushed with pride and opened the front of her jeans. Randy held his breath, expecting a peek at the silky material of her panties and gasped aloud when she slowly pushed her jeans down her hips, on down to her knees, and then her ankles. She smiled shyly as she stepped out of the crumpled garment.
The panties were brief and sheer and clung tightly to her crotch. She had a lot more hair than Randy had expected; it darkened and bulged the panties and leaked out in exciting little wisps on both sides.
"Do you like me, Randy? Am I beautiful?" she said.
"Oh, Goddamn, Goddamn!" was all he could say.
She stared at his cock which stood out from his belly like it was made of iron. She'd never seen a cock so hard.
"Randy, let me feel your cock again; it looks so hard," she said.
She reached out and grasped his cock. She'd never felt one so hard. None of the boy's she played with got this stiff, and their cocks didn't curve up like Randy's. She wondered how that curve would feel in her cunt. She stroked it several times before letting go.
"Randy? Would you like to feel them?"
She moved her feet apart and stood in front of him, her hips swaying slowly. Randy's mouth hung open; he reached to her with a shaking hand. She moaned softly when his hand made contact with her mound. She moaned softly and put one hand on top of his head, with the other she reached down and guided his hand between her legs. He let his fingers feel the deep slit through the narrow band.
"Oh, Randy, I love you," she moaned.
"Sis, sis, I love you, too," he responded.
"Fell me, honey; it feels so good with your hand there." She giggled, partly from embarrassment, but mostly from sheer pleasure. "They're kind of wet, aren't they?"
They were wet. He felt the softness of her thighs and the heat between the fat lips and the wet hair. He could hardly breath he was so excited, and Peg; God, Peg was just as hot as he was.
"Oh, Randy, honey, I'm so hot," she gasped. "Would you like to smell them? I wish you would."
Randy gasped with surprise and fell to his knees. God yes, he wanted to smell them, smell them with her still inside. He had died and gone to heaven; one smell and he was sure he would come all over her feet. He brought his nose close and drew in. The smell of her cunt was wonderful, beyond anything he'd ever imagined. He breathed in again.
She looked down at her brother with his face almost between her legs. He looked up and their eyes met. She read the question in his eyes and nodded her head. "Yes, darling Randy, kiss me. I want you to."
Oh God, he really wanted to do it, she could tell, and he was going to do it. It had always been so one sided in the past; she went down on a guy, but he wouldn't do it for her. Wouldn't even smell it, let alone put his mouth on it, and here was her brother ready to kiss her cunt; God, what had she been missing?
His head came up and his half open mouth touched the soaking crotch of her panties, softly at first, and then with more urgency. His mouth was hard against her cunt, and she could feel his tongue come out to lick at her. She had wanted this to happen for so long; a boy was sucking her pussy. So it was her own brother; Jesus, a girl had to take it where she could get it.
"Oh, Randy, my darling!" she screamed, "suck me, suck me! Make me come ... I'm so close already!"
Randy was gripping the cheeks of her ass; he sucked the crotch band of her panties into his mouth, pushed it aside with his tongue, let his tongue glide up into her slavering cunt. It was as exciting for him as it was for his sister; he had wanted to taste a girl's pussy for a long, long time. And to get to do it to his beautiful sister, well, it was the best thing that had ever happened to him.
Peggy was jerking wildly, low moans filled the room. She was coming, coming harder than she had ever come before. It was the most wonderful feeling she had ever experienced. Her knees felt weak, her cunt and belly cried with undescribable pleasure. Her brother was bringing her off with his mouth. Maybe it was wrong, but if it was, it was no less pleasurable. It was probably more so; yes, definitely more so. God, it was so good.
"Randy, my darling Randy, you're making me come ... I'm coming, oh, honey, I'm coming!"
She finally pulled away and sat on the bed. She was breathing hard, and her whole body was trembling. It was so good, so fucking good. She still felt warm tingly inside.
Randy sat down beside her. She looked at his cock. It stuck out from his groin, throbbing, giving a little jerk each time his heart beat.
"You can't stay like that, Randy. You need relief, too," she said.
She stood up and skinned her panties down her legs. She sat back down, carefully wrapped the wet nylon around his cock, and started to slowly jack him off.
He laid back on the bed and moaned softly while she pulled on his dong. It felt so good to have her doing it, and she did it so good. She really did know how.
She let the panties fall away so she could feel his flesh in her hand. She let her hand slip up and down the shaft, squeezing just a little when she rode over the bulbous head.
"Do you like that, honey?" she whispered.
"I love it, Peg," he said. "Don't stop until I make it."
"I won't, honey. I want you to come, too."
Peggy stared with fascination at Randy's beautiful curved cock. It was bigger than Bert's or Eddie's or Jack's, and so hard. Hell, it was easily six inches long, maybe more. What would it feel like? She felt the heat in her cheeks. She actually wanted him to fuck her, her own brother. God, it would be incest, but it would be so easy; she was naked, all she had to do was lay back and pull him over on top. He wouldn't resist her, he couldn't; he would push in and they would be fucking.
She was about to fall back on the bed when she heard him grunt, felt him stiffen, actually felt the stuff fill his cock. He was coming; she had waited too long to make up her mind. A surge of disappointment made her scowl. She wouldn't be fucked tonight.
She saw the first thick, white glob pop out. It spread the little lips at the end of his cock open and just flew into the air. Peggy couldn't resist. "Don't hate me, Randy; I just can't resist," she moaned, and clamped her mouth over the gaping, spurting prick.
It was wonderful. The milky goo spilled into her mouth until she had a thick pool around her tongue. She swallowed, savoring the hot slime as it slid down her throat. She had already developed a taste for the stuff, but this was the best, this was her own brother's jazz that filled her mouth and seered a path to the pit of her stomach. She wanted more, more, but there was no more; she had sucked him dry.
She held his stiff half hard cock in her hand, stared at it, loved its sight, then leaped to her feet. "I ... I'm sorry, Randy. We shouldn't have done this," she cried, and scooped up her clothing and rushed from the room.
Randy didn't move for a long while. It felt good to relax and come down slow. He felt happy, satisfied, not at all like so many times after he had jerked himself off and felt a dull self-revulsion. Of course, those were the times he jerked off just to be jerking off. When he did it with good hot thoughts, he felt good afterwards.
He had beat off many times while smelling his sister's underpants, thoughts of how she would look and smell and taste rushing through his mind. Well, he knew now, and it was even better than he had imagined. She had such a great body, the greatest ... well, maybe not the greatest, there was Mom!
Randy felt the blush in his cheeks and sat up. He shouldn't think of his mother like that; he felt ashamed of himself. He acknowledged his newfound sexual knowledge and decided to rethink his feelings for his mom. He knew some of his resentment was due to his abnormal sexual feeling for her. His dad was gone and he wanted to be the man in her life, but she treated him like a boy, so he resented her, blamed her for chasing Dad away. Well, it wasn't true, she hadn't chased him away; he had to admit it, and he was a boy, but it didn't lessen his sexual feelings for her, and he felt guilty about them. He could still blame her for that; she didn't need to be so desireable; she was a Mother; she shouldn't look so soft and sexy. Well, maybe soft, but not sexy. He didn't hate her, though, not like he had tried to convince himself. He loved her, and he wanted her.
He stretched out on the bed, his pajamas around his knees, and watched his cock slowly come back to life. He was past the lull that followed orgasm. Peggy was so luscious. He closed his eyes and imagined her naked body. He thought maybe he should get up and go to her room, but thought better. It was too soon, and besides, mom would be popping in at any minute. He knew that Peg felt ashamed at what they had done, but surprisingly, he didn't. Incest. He rolled the word on his tongue. Was it wrong? Maybe, but it was sure good. He closed his eyes and wrapped his hand around his cock. He knew then that he would fuck his sister.
Peggy, in her room, was naked. She lay on the bed, her body still filled with excitement. What they had done was wrong, and it must never happen again. She would see that it didn't. Randy couldn't be trusted to prevent it; he was a boy, and boy's got hard-ons and couldn't be trusted. It was up to her to be strong. It must never happen again.
Goddamn, it had been good, though. Sex had never been as good, even when it included fucking.