Chapter 8
Two days later, while my aunt was shopping, my father came home before her. I profited of the occasion to talk to him as I had never done before. At first, he seemed to be a little embarrassed when I spoke to him about his books. But ag it wag-his hobby, he then got excited and talked to me about them enthusiastically.
Forgetting that I was his daughter, he even wanted to show them to me. We went to the library, where he opened the cupboard. Had he only known that I knew his books as well as himself! Well, not all of them perhaps but quite a few anyway.
He took a book out, opened it and showed me an illustration.
"Is't it beautiful?" he asked.
"Yes, it is beautiful," I replied.
I believe that we understand each other in this respect, isn't that right, Lucy?" he asked. "You love these erotic books; I see that by the way you look. I am happy about it. Later, you shall inherit all these volumes.
I know that you will make good use of them. You are the only one who understands me..." "And mother?"
"The first time that I showed her one of the books, she threw it down on the ground and called me a dirty beast. I didn't try it again. Besides, I never really loved your mother. When I was fifteen, I saw one day your aunt Hilda when she didn't have any clothes on... and I fell in love with my own sister. It's incredible but it's true. I'm a dirty sort of a guy... I could never get her out of my hide again. And now, I am still the same way. I still love her."
"But why did you invite her to live in this house? It is making you suffer even more."
"I prefer this to not seeing her at all. Besides, there's no danger. I won't do anything... I am incapable of doing it. I'm too timid."
"But just the same you spy on her... huh? I know all about the eyes you cut out of portrait."
"You know?"
"Yes, I have seen it. Fortunately, aunt Hilda doesn't suspect anything." "You're going to tell her?" "No. Why should I? That wouldn't change anything except that I would take away your only happiness... the happiness to see her without clothes on. Right?" He nodded.
"But you've seen me too, didn't you?" "Yes."
"And Gerty with me?"
"Yes. You're very pretty, Lucy. When I used to see you with Gerty, I felt that I was going crazy."
"And when you have seen me with my aunt?"
"It was... magnificent. I could have never dared even to imagine that-you two side by side, naked, and me looking at you. It was terribly intimate, the scene that I saw."
"Wasn't it better than the books?"
"Oh yes! But I love them too."
"I do too, I might say. We have the same blood in our veins. I am as dirty-minded as you. I'll try this evening, when we are going to bed... I mean aunt Hilda and I, to stay undressed longer than before. If you wouldn't have invented this business of the portrait, I believe that I would have thought of it. I have a perverted turn of mind. I love whatever is out of the ordinary... whatever is outrageous. Your desire for your sister does not offend me. On the contrary, it excites me and makes me even more vicious than before. After all, happiness is in the sexual organ and nowhere els". Of what use is money, if one does not make love? Of what use is a man if he doesn't have what it takes or doesn't know what to do with it?"
"Do you love your husband?"
"I detest him; I hate him. He's a no-good, a moron. All that he succeeded in accomplishing is to make me pregnant. Anybody can do that ! He never made me happy."
"You were happy with Gerty?"
"Yes. You guessed it?"
"It was obvious for anybody who is only interested in sexual matters, like myself. Gerty is a fine figure of a woman, without any shame, I believe. You two must have gotten along swimmingly."
"Stop it! 1 don't want to think about it. I lost my scruples all by myself, but when she first came to the house... I understood at once what she wanted and what I myself wanted. Love is so good..."
He had a visible erection. As for me, I could feci my cunt getting moist. I wonder what would have happened had not aunt Hilda returned at this moment. But let us reject such unhealthy thoughts. Really, I am the limit sometimes...
However, that evening while we were smoking in the room, I decided to show off my aunt's charms in a stronger way. First, I set her upon my knees, despite my big belly, which was in the way. I caressed her shamelessly, kissing her on the mouth, while my hands played with her big tits.
She didn't say anything about the portrait. In fact, she seemed to have forgotten about it... or maybe she was beginning to enjoy this sort oœ exhibitionist trick.
A glance at the wall showed me that the peeping Tom was at his post. Right away, I pressed her closer against me, grabbing one of her big tils and stroking the nipple with my fingers to make it stand out. Then 1 kissed her on the mouth. She recoiled, as if she were horrified and got off my knees, "Oh, Lucy!"
"What is it, aunt?"
"What you have just done is so dirty--. Why, you stuck your tongue into my mouth! How do you find out about things like that? It's so unspeakably dirty... You are disgusting."
I got up also, put my arms around her shoulders and pressed her against myself.
"It's quite possible that I'm disgusting, but I find that it's very good, aunt ,to put my tongue Into your mouth. You have a lovely mouth... a mouth which invites kisses."
"You can't tell me that that was a kiss, the one you have just given me."
"It's a sort of fortified and prolonged kiss. It enabled me to taste the warmth of your mouth... of your tongue. If you like, we'll try it again. After a few minutes, you will love this kind of a kiss."
I bent over her and kissed her again the same way, but not letting her get away this time. She tried to struggle and I had to cling to her to keep h^r against me. I loved the warm sensation of her belly against mine. Our skins were on fire. Our tongues moved intensely, seemingly possessed of their own life.
Still intertwined, we fell upon the bed. My hands were caressing her belly and tits. I looked into her eyes and saw in them exactly what I had expected and what she wanted from me, She could hardly wait for the moment when I would slip my hand between her legs.
However, when I did it, she jerked away, rolled over on her belly and escaped my hands. Lying there on her belly, she offered me a spicy spectacle of her big ass, whose cheeks were separated by a deep brown... almost black slit. A beauty spot showed on her left cheek. I started kissing and biting her rear. She cried out. Her body lifted up and fell back heavily. I kissed the cheeks of her ass and stuck my nose between them to sniff at the perfume of her asshole.
Under that spicy asshole, there was a veritable lake of love... which was brimming over. The love juice was running over and was wetting the sheets and the blankets.
I licked her asshole, running my tongue up and down and back again along this odorous slit of feminine sperm. All her secretions smelled good to me even the piss, and her hairs felt good to my tongue. I too was secreting furiously. I could have put on a kotex and still it would have seepped through.
I had to rise. My belly was weighing me down too much. Turning her Tread, I could see her disappointed expression. I was happy about it. She had swallowed my bait and was now dangling on the hook... so to speak. She was now waiting for more.
"Again," she begged.
"When I am crouching, I gel belly pains. Extend yourself on the bed, so that I can lie down behind you. That position will be more handly for me to continue this business."
She obeyed, turning her hack toward the mirror and the light. I stretched myself out behind her, fixed myself up comfortably and looked lovingly at her ass in front of me. My God. How lovely it was! It drove me crazy! We wore now a single body, a single unnatural desire. Women, lesbians, worshippers of Sappho... How these names pleased me at this moment of happiness.
I slid one hand under my aunt's left thigh and lifted it up. Her slit was twisting, writhing and seemed to sneer at me. Then I laid hare the bronze, palpitating asshole. I touched it with my finger. It was as if an electric current passed through my aunt's body. She moaned and her cheeks closed, hut opened up again almost all the way.
I took my aunt's hand and placed it on her own cunt, where the hand remained motionless. I told her to play with herself, but she did not budge. Putting my head between her open thighs, I bit into her bush and spread apart her big sexy vulva. I sucked on her clitoris which started swelling.
I told her again to start playing with herself. Slowly, her hand approached her cunt. I saw her agile fingers. They opened the pit, penetrated into it, and I could hear the juicy slapping sound of her fingers working in her cunt.
I was free now to return to her rear. The anus was torrid and wide open. It looked at me with a sort of lust. I could no longer restrain myself. I wanted my mouth and my tongue inside that jewel, inside that hole... I have never since had so much pleasure and voluptuousness out of licking a woman's asshole. She had an anus which seemed to be made for caresses by the tongue. Her hole offered itself to me in the most lascivious manner possible, as if it never did anything else besides showing itself off in this obscene pose.
Her thighs were swaying lightly because she was playing with her front hole. Now the barrier of modesty had completely collapsed. She was really treating herself, the bitch! Jerking herself off in the front, my tongue deep inside her asshole! Oh, my God! What joy we were taking in it! There was nothing more to hide. Everything was wide open and all our holes were in action. Nothing could any longer restrain us, prevent us from enjoying this perverse pleasure of being naked on that bed, doing forbidden things.
A strange sentiment came over me. I loved Gerty despite her shamelessness perhaps even because of it. P¯nt now, I was beginning to love my aunt, whom I always considered beforehand as as an insipid and insignificant personality.
There again, it was my peculiar way of looking at things that was responsible. Being corrupt through and through, I found it extremely spicy to be able to teach aunt Hilda all the good things, the shameless, lubricious tilings of physical love. Despite all these things that I was teaching her, she still kept a sort of an innocent way about her, which enchanted me. One would think that she was a virgin, even while her cherry was being taken at every stroke of my tongue.
She jerked every time that my tongue penetrated into her pink asshole, and each time her fingers began to work more rapidly within her cunt.
Then her whole body began to tremble.
She groaned, sighed and sobbed. Then it was an earthquake of pleasure. A violent spasm twisted her body. Her big ass, which I was biting, bit me in the face. I kept biting one cheek and then the other. Then I glued my mouth once more against her anus and worked my tongue in and out of her asshole rapidly.
"I*m coming! Oh, Lucy... 1 have never before come like this! It's terrible! You're raping me! Oh, I am happy... It's good... It's good...
Her orgasm lasted a long time. Her body could not be appeased, and her hand stayed on between her open legs, continuing its labors.
Later, her eyes hollow, her face lined because of so much pleasure, she took me in her arms, and offered to satisfy me in the same way also. In a passionate voice, she way saying: "I want your asshole... I want to do to you what you have done to me... I love you..."
I threw myself on the bed and let her have her way. Voluptuousness invaded me and I have completely forgotten the portrait on the wall the portrait with living eyes.