Chapter 3

Ellis and Astrid had spent some time having lunch and walking around the small western town looking at some of the small handicraft shops. They drove back to the Bar R as the spectacular sunset stage-lit the sky with streaks of purple blue, gold and fading into shades of deep pink.

A bellboy in cowboy gear in keeping with the atmosphere helped them unpack their car and they went into the foyer to find out their assigned rooms from Molly Ronson. Ellis and Astrid watched as the motherly rancher's face turned a deep shade of red.

She mumbled to herself for a moment and then began to apologize. "I'm terribly sorry. But

I can see how this happened. Oh dear me! When the vouchers for your room reservations came in, the children were listed by initial only. Mort must have assumed they were both boys and he's put them in the same room. We're completely full tonight and we can't change them until the morning."

This information sent Astrid into a state of near apoplexy. "Absolutely unacceptable! You must find accommodation. Do you know who my husband is?"

"Now, now," Ellis said calmly, "Mistakes can happen. If it's okay with the children, I don't see any great hardship if it's only for one night. They've done it before when we've been on trips."

"Where are those kids anyway?" Astrid fumed. "They should have been back by now."

"Calm down, dear," Ellis said quietly, embarrassed by his wife's outburst in front of the kindly proprietor's wife. "We're on vacation.

They don't have to keep strict hours. Look at the gorgeous sunset."

Astrid was at the end of her patience, not merely because of what she thought of as Ellis's patronizing attitude and the thoughtlessness of his spoiled children. Although it had not been obvious to anyone, she had been just as excited as Kandy and Timmy had been at the prospect of a day's freedom, being able to have Ellis's individual attention so that he might take some notice of her, to make him happy that he had married her. She had even put a rinse through her hair to bring out the reddish highlights and worn a low cut sundress to show off her generous full-breasted cleavage. The poor frustrated woman had kept her love bottled up so long before she met Ellis that now she suffered from an inability to release it and express herself as a responsive loving woman. Since they had been married he had been so accustomed to her excuses for not wanting to make love that he barely bothered now. And here she felt she had gone out of her way today to show him she desired him and he didn't even notice. When he looked at her with that kindly but impersonal gaze which didn't acknowledge her as a passionate woman, it just ate her up inside.

Both their tempers were fraying a bit as the three riders entered the corral to unsaddle their tired horses.

"Hey, I didn't know there was any hurry," Mort apologized. "Chow time isn't for an hour yet. You folks will have to relax at the Bar R. That's what we're here for, to gey away from the hustle-bustle of the city."

No mention was made of the sleeping arrangements until after dinner. They had a spectacular feast in a small private dining room of their own. All the rooms had their own private suites at the Bar R since many of the guests did not want to be bothered and in fact many of the guests were with friends other than their spouses.

It wasn't until after the large dinner which was washed down by California wine grown by Mort's brother in Napa that the sleeping situation arose once again and immediately Astrid was on the defensive again.

The two teenagers hadn't known about the mix-up until this time and Kandy shrugged her shoulders and said that it was no big deal. She and Timmy had often shared a room.

Astrid's worry was based on a kind of puritan jealousy, feeling instinctively that there was a covert sexual understanding between the sister and brother.

"Perhaps Timmy should sleep with his father and I should sleep with you, Kandy," she offered.

"Are you kidding? I'll sleep in the stable before I'll sleep with you," Kandy replied, enjoying the expression on her stepmother's face and pleased that her father smiled a little at her sultry insolence.

Astrid pushed Ellis into their bedroom and shut the door on his children. "Wake up, Ellis," she rasped, "get out of your little dream-world. There's something going on with those kids of yours, and it's something unnatural and unhealthy!"

Slowly, incredulously Ellis turned around his eyes opening wide as this strange statement wound him out of his wine-induced lethargy.

"Bullshit" was all he could think of as a suitable reply. He had noticed that tonight his usually prudish wife had undone the front of her dress even lower to reveal practically the entire nicely formed, tongue-enticing erection-provoking breasts. If he wasn't sure that she'd beg off with one of her headaches, he'd try and fuck her tits' Obviously, he decided, she was now taking it out on his two innocent kids because she was so frustrated and didn't even know it. Kandy and Timmy? how absurd, he thought to himself as he opened the bedroom door. Why had he let himself think Astrid would make a good mother for his children?

"Okay, you guys ... Go to bed after you finish your coffee and don't keep the whole place awake giggling and laughing all night, either," he said with mock sternness. "Timmy go up to bed and undress in private. I'm sure that's how your stepmother wants it. We must be modest." He glared at Astrid, defying her silently to override' his authority, then softened when he noticed her hurt expression.

Timmy gulped down the strong ranch coffee, said goodnight to everyone and went upstairs, looking back over his shoulder at Kandy, hoping to entice her to bed early. It had been quite a while since they had shared a bed. It would be fun, he thought innocently, yet less innocently, he felt a glow of excitement and a pulsating in his young loins like the time Marcie Kingsford had grabbed his cock when they swam together in her swimming pool after school.

The fourteen year old boy did not have to wait long for his luscious sister. Having taken off his shirt and jeans, he was climbing out of his jockey shorts when she unexpectedly opened the bedroom door and walked in.

"Hey, cool it, Kandy," the adolescent boy yelped, making a flying leap into the gigantic, double bed, feeling acutely embarrassed and pulling on his pajamas under the bed covers.

His sister laughed mischievously, watching his bare buttocks flying into the air as he made his leap.

"Since when are you so modest in front of me?" she asked, one hand thrust coquettishly on her hip. She had eavesdropped outside the door when her stepmother had closeted her father for their talk and had heard the old bag's suspicions. If only she knew!

"I'm not," Timmy stammered, pleased that she could not see his embarrassed blushes and tease him all the more.

"All right, I'm going to switch off the light while I get undressed and you can close your eyes so you can take your head from under the blankets."

Kandy realized the full moon flooded the room with light and she was almost certain her infatuated brother would keep his eyes wide open. She also decided to lock the door leading to the corridor, not trusting the lecherous expression she had observed in Mort's face when she said goodnight to him. But she left unlocked the connecting door to her father's room.

Savoring the shiver of illicit pleasure that tingled down her spine, the sixteen year old blonde beauty shed her few clothes slowly and lingeringly, imagining herself doing a striptease to a room full of admiring men. Her orgasm atop the horse had heightened her sexual awareness of her body and she enjoyed teasing her poor innocent brother, and from the corner of her eye, she saw that he was looking at her.

From the large bed in the shadows, Timmy watched her taunting performance, wondering how he could possibly get a wink of sleep all night, lying next to the girl of his wet dreams.

Christ Almighty. Doesn't she know what she's doing to me? The excitedly flushed youth forgot that he was not supposed to be watching, that his eyes should have been tightly shut, and when he did remember, he hoped she had been stripping like that just for him.

In spite of his best efforts to control himself, his eager young cock had jerked up into rigid hardness at the sight of his luscious sister standing naked in the moonlight, the velvety softness of her perfectly shaped breasts crowned by hard jelly-bean like nipples, causing his throat to constrict and his mouth to go dry with frantic desire to touch each breast, to run his fingers over the erect, pretty nipples with their tiny background circles. The clear air allowed the moonbeams to shine over her like searchlights, and he could clearly see every part of her body that she exposed.

Surreptitiously, he grabbed hold of his pulsating, jerking cock to stop it sticking pole-like under the bed clothes and making a little tent that would give him away. Jesus, he thought pleasurably and he was now suspicious that she was well aware that he was looking at her nakedness. She sure was taking a long time to find her nightgown in her suitcase, a long time bending over in that position and giving him a good eyeful of her unbelievably gorgeous ass-cheeks and slit! He could see her ass-hole! His cock tingled with the need to cum, forcing him to close his eyes for a moment and grit his teeth. His swollen fleshy rod was already wet around the head. If she turned on the light she would see that the sheet was damp!

Kandy could hear her brother's breathing. It was louder, exhaled in short gasps. She wondered if he was having an orgasm.

"I'll really give him something to think about," she said to herself, reveling in her wickedness, and turning to face him full on, she raised her arms over her head to slowly slip the lacy nightie over her head.

Timmy gasped aloud, not caring that she would know he was watching her, his shocked young eyes moving down over her curvaceous loveliness to stare fixedly at her pussy, at its tantalizingly sexy, curly cunt hair, just like pictures one of his friends took from his father's desk.

The nightgown hung around her shoulders for long, delicious moments, and she took time to shake out her long golden tresses before pulling the lace cloth slowly down over her breasts, down over her flat belly and finally the bottom edge nearly but not quite hid from his view the glorious triangle of pubic hair.

The boy moaned aloud, unable to contain himself, knowing that any minute he would cream in his pajamas. And he didn't care if she knew how he felt, that he had stared at every part of her naked body.

"Wow, Kandy, you're so foxy," he whispered.

His conceited young sister was about to reply in a teasing way when there was a soft knock on the locked door, startling them both.

"You kids all right?" The voice of Mort Ronson came through the thick wooden door, "Need old Mort to bring you anything?" he went on in a hoarse whisper.

As Kandy watched the door handle turn and heard the big rancher grunt as he tried to push open the locked door, she imagined him standing outside with a terrifyingly huge penis in his hands ready to rape her.

"We're fine ... goodnight Mort," she said firmly.

Defeated, Mort padded off down the hallway and Kandy breathed a sigh of relief but said to Timmy: "God, I thought the horny old bastard was going to break in."

Giggling when Timmy slowly breathed out his pent-up breath, Kandy skipped across the floor and into bed in one swift, fluid movement, catching her brother unawares. He had moved to one side of the big bed and was lying stiffly with embarrassment although his penis had lost some of its urgent rigidity.

Looking across the bed the aroused girl sought the little tent shape she had noticed earlier but Timmy had drawn up his knees. She couldn't tell whether he had an erection or not although she suspected he did. She wanted to feel it with her fingers; she wanted to touch his body with her own, but though they were intimately in bed together, they were dressed in night gear.

"Wow, it's really hot in here. Aren't you boiling, Timmy?"

"Yeah, I guess so." The air conditioner was on he knew and she couldn't be that hot in a lace nightgown. But he knew instinctively it was a part of some game she was concocting.

"I'm going to take this nightgown off. Don't look when I get up. Why don't you take your pj's off too."

Kandy got out of bed and took just as long removing the nightie as she had putting it on. Then, when she was stark naked, she went to the window where the strongest light shone through to give her brother another thrilling look at her, hoping the sight of her body would make him insanely aroused. She wanted to experience being with a man-even her fourteen year old brother-totally naked.

The mere thought of it had aroused her young pussy to a state of juicy expectation, her clitoris had risen between her soft cuntal lips itching to be caressed-or licked, as she knew men did-real men. Mort would probably want .to lick her pussy-the idea was titillating, but his coarseness frightened her.

While her little brother watched, she slowly caressed her breasts and slid her hand down her youthfully rounded thighs and over her high round buttocks. She was toying with the lewdly pleasing thought that she might ask Timmy to lick her cunt, and was about to give herself a little finger-fucking-to shock the boy even more-when she saw a movement near the bush outside the window. Stiffening with shock and stifling a scream the naked young virgin saw that Mort was standing there, his beady eyes riveted on the window where she stood.

The immobilizing tenseness subsided from her body and in a couple of bounds she was. back in the large bed, fearfully clinging to her naked brother who thought for a moment that she was going to attack him.

"Mort's out there," she whispered, transmitting to him her fear. "He's doing a peeping Tom number through the window."

"Is he still there?" Tim whispered back.

"I hope not." Kandy had flung one naked leg over his body, her furry pussy clamped hard against his thigh. He could feel its strange wetness, and too, he felt her warm soft breasts pressing into his chest. He gasped as he felt her knee move higher up his thigh until it touched his manly throbbing cock.

The two siblings lay still for a few moments, then she whispered, "Timmy?"

"Yeah."

"Do you have a hard-on?" She knew damn well he did: It felt hard and soft at the same time. It was wonderful, warm and thrilling against her knee. She slowly moved her leg little by little up his tense body until her knee was pressing his juice-exuding cock flat against his belly.

"Do you mind?" he whispered, putting his arm around his sister's shoulders so he could snuggle her breasts closer against his bare chest.

"No," she replied, lewdly pressing her pussy harder against his thigh. "Can you sleep like this? I'm really comfortable."

"You think Mort's still outside?"

Kandy held her brother close. "I'll bet he is," she answered, to give them both an excuse to keep their naked bodies clinging together as he hoped she would.

Silently, the virginal brother and sister moved their bodies together, in slow, very slow rhythmical movements, the soft inner part of her knee rubbing his throbbing young cock as he ground his buttocks on the mattress and her pussy moving satisfyingly against his thigh. They moved under the sheet surreptitiously, as if Mort really was at the window peering in, and neither spoke in case they had to admit to performing an incestuous sexual act.

They both knew that what they were doing was wrong, very wrong, but they were at the mercy of their desire-filled young naked bodies, heated with lust, aroused beyond self-control. Yet they knew the limits to which even they, spoiled and precocious as they were, could go in their sexual exploration and they denied themselves the natural satisfaction of kissing each other on the mouth which Kandy especially had an almost overwhelming desire to do.

She decided that it would be a little too risky to ask Timmy to lick her cunt, let alone bite her clitoris; that would really freak him out. When the aroused girl felt her young brother's body tensing up and heard his breath gasp from his throat, she knew that he would not be too shocked if she helped to cum with her hand, so she pushed her leg down and wantonly gripped the throbbing member.

"Ohhhhhhhh," he gasped in surprised rapture as his darling sister actually held his cock and started to pump her hand up and down. Soon he was jerking his taut buttocks up and down, her pussy tighter against his thighs which were moist from her cuntal juices.

It was out of sight! He couldn't contain himself any longer. As his sister's hand rubbed up and down the hot stiff, slightly sticky shaft a few more strokes he grunted and moaned.

"Shit, Kandy, don't stop now," he suddenly gasped when Kandy removed her hand momentarily pulling his thigh between her legs. His frantic warning brought her hand quickly back to enticingly massage the hardened shaft of his penis.

"Cool it, Tim. Not so loud you'll wake Dad and Astrid," she whispered and the agonized youth lowered his moaning voice as, in divine ecstasy he jerked his writhing buttocks, shooting his sperm high up over his belly, the hot dribbles splashing over his chest and his sister's breasts as he shot his load.

Then the fourteen year old boy collapsed back on the bed, hoping his fabulous sister would not be grossed out by what he had done. He almost wept with joy when she reassuringly kissed his lips gently, caressed his slackening penis and held his soft down-covered balls in her palm. When he tried to say something she hushed him, whispering that now it was her turn.

She took his hand and guided it down over her belly, touching her navel, down until he felt the sparse hairs of her curly cuntal fringe, a little farther on to the warm moist lips of her cunt.

For an instant, he was petrified. He had never touched a girl's cunt before. And when she ground her loins up to his fingers he felt as though his hand was on fire. He actually had his lovely sister's pussy in his hand and she had put it there. He supposed she wanted him to put his finger inside her, and in trying to, he clumsily irritated her instead.

The kid's hopeless, Kandy thought impatiently, so highly aroused from the erotic experience of pumping her brother until he came that she was too impatient to teach him how to do it for her. He would have to have lessons some other time. She rolled over on her belly to finger herself stimulating her pussy with rapid movements around her clitoris, her legs apart, toes curled back as she pressed her pelvis into the bed.

Inquisitively, Timmy threw back the sheet to watch his sister's naked back and buttocks, her long, shapely legs and her soft wavy hair, her body moving erotically on the bed with her hand on her pussy. Wow! What was she doing? The innocent youth had never realized that a girl could give herself pleasure like that, could do the same thing boys do.

Naively, he thought girls only enjoyed sex if they were fucked by a man's cock right inside their cunt. As he stared fascinated by the strangely beautiful sight of his young, golden-haired sister writhing over her hand, and he watched the darting finger flicking away at her pussy whenever she raised her buttocks, he forgot all his embarrassed feeling about cumming, all over himself and her breasts and messing up the sheets.

He felt his cock begin to grow hard again. He would like her to suck his cock like he'd seen a woman do in some dirty pictures once but he knew that would certainly shock her. After all, he told himself, Kandy was still a virgin.

But he had to do something with her. Shit, he was all worked up and there she was, foxy as hell. I wish I could fuck you my lovely sister. Really fuck you. He almost came again with the very thought of her letting him do it, properly. She seemed to know so much more about sex than he did but he wanted to learn and fast.

He stretched out beside her to press his body against hers but she impatiently elbowed him away. He got the message. She didn't want to be touched while she was doing whatever it was with her finger in her cunt. He hoped she would tell him all about it, and how terrific it must be. While he watched the nude figure of his sister he saw her buttocks grow taut, and then her body began to shake, her finger rubbing quicker and quicker over the same spot, apparently. And then she began to gasp the way he did when he shot his wad.

"Aaaaaahhhhhh ... oooooohhhhhh ... yes ... I'm cumming..." she hoarsely whispered into the pillow where her face was buried.

He saw the sweat formed at the top of her buttocks crease and couldn't restrain himself from caressing the lovely soft moons of firm silken skin. This time she allowed him to touch her, if fact she seemed to welcome his hand.

"Timmy, I'm going to sleep now but you can do what you want. Just don't wake up Dad and that old battle-axe. With a long sigh the satiated girl turned her head away, her arms drooped by her side, her body relaxed and her legs slack and apart.

What does she mean I can do what I want the confused youth wondered? She hadn't moved so she obviously wanted to sleep where she was, in that position. He squatted beside her until he heard her breathing deeply and regularly. Meanwhile, he continued to feel over mouth-watering ass-cheeks.

"Kandy, are you awake?" he whispered and when she made no reply he eased his body over hers, sinking the length" of his hotly throbbing prick along the deep trough of her ass crease which felt warm, soft and moist with sweat. He trembled nervously, fully aware ,that what he was doing could bring the wrath of his father crashing round his head, and if Kandy were awake she would never speak to him again, he was certain. But, shit, he excused himself, I can't help it. I want to lie on top of her and put my cock in her and fuck her.

One day she would tell him that she was completely conscious the whole time. She wanted him to do that to her buttocks and breathed deeply simply to pretend she was asleep. Kandy would have liked her kid brother to have fucked her right up the cunt, but she was saving herself for someone special. She was not going to waste her cherry on her fourteen year old brother. But let him get some sexual experience. She loved it! What harm could it do to anyone, as long as they didn't go the whole way?

She used all her willpower to resist an urge to raise her buttocks up to meet the flat pressure of his long cock. She was amazed that a kid of fourteen should have such a big prick, so hot and hard-without taking into account that her experience with penises was very limited despite her sophisticated airs put on for her younger brother's benefit.

So Kandy played possum reveling in the lasciviously tender way the boy as she thought of him-gently carried most of his weight on his elbows and pressed down hard where it mattered, along the now wet crease of her ass-cheeks. She licked her dry lips as she thought of that fleshy rod working away at her so very close to her juicy cunt ... if only . ...

Timmy grunted as he experienced for the first time the heat of soft feminine flesh in close, moist contact with his sliding cock. The pleasure was almost unbearable and he knew he could have orgasm after orgasm if only he didn't have to worry so much about awakening her, or being caught in the act by his father or stepmother. His lovely sister, he thought, must have really exhausted herself when she came. She slept so soundly even when he felt her whole body move as he shoved his adolescent cock forward along the crease over her anus.

For the second time that night, within the space of about half an hour, Timmy's young balls exploded their hot squirts of semen on his sister's naked body. He couldn't control it any longer and knew that if he didn't shoot out the stuff he would have a pain all night in his gut. He had tried hard to stop himself by lifting himself off her but when he looked down and saw the tempting buttocks with their puckered center he slapped his rod down quickly and thrust rapidly, his eyes closed, his hands digging into the bed to wildly hold Kandy's young breasts while his body shook with his orgasm, filling her soft, ass-cheek crease with his spurting, creamy fluid.

Even during his final wild spasm the blonde-haired sister did not give any indication of being awake but kept her erotic feelings to herself. Later, when the spent youth fell asleep, she turned around on the bed to cuddle up to him, their naked bodies intertwined.