Chapter 2
After Kathy had been gone for some minutes, the mirrored door of the closet opened and Dolly Scales stepped into the room. "Oh, my goodness, my goodness, my goodness," she said.
Chuck sat there in his shorts, grinning at her. "I told you I could make it happen, Sis."
Dolly wore a silver pants-suit that emphasized her boyish figure. Chuck noticed that it was damp between the legs.
"You could also ruin everything by caring too much for our precious little Kathy," she said. "In the beginning, I thought you just wanted the money. Now I think that winning Kathy's love is what you're really after."
"Both, Sis. You can't separate them." Chuck felt so great he wanted to jump up and down in delight. Month after month he'd dreamed of putting his plan into action, and now he was moving and the first step had been a huge success. His whole body still tingled from the luscious fuck with the girl.
"All right," she said. "I didn't think you could take her to bed, and you did. But there's still a long way to go." She fixed drinks for them and watched him carefully.
He scrabbled her short blonde hair with his hand. "I know what's going on in your busy little head, Sis. You love Kathy as much as I do. You want to fuck her as hotly as I did just now. You think I might change my mind and keep her all to myself."
"It won't be the first time you've screwed me up," she said. "Besides the whole scheme is very dangerous. We could all end up in jail. You, me, Kathy and my husband, Frank."
"I'll bet you'd risk twenty years in jail just to spend one night cuddled in bed with Kathy," he grinned at her.
She sighed. It was all too true. Ever since she'd first set eyes on Kathy, she'd been attracted to that fantastic girl-tail. like all good, lusty letches, it had started slowly, the way she liked Kathy's soft mouth. The she found herself noticing those full young breasts and wondering what the girl's nipples looked like, what it would feel like to touch them, kiss them and manipulate them. At last she began to hunger for the graceful pink slit concealed under Kathy's pelvic shelf. She wanted to love all of the innocent young housewife and secretary.
"It's crazy," she'd laughed to her older brother. "Most wives are jealous of their husband's secretaries. They're afraid of those office high-jinks. In this case, it's me that lusts for Frank's secretary while he keeps hands off."
Chuck, who knew his younger sister's bisexuality very well, laughed. "You'd burn her out. Better to let Frank have a piece of the action."
"Nobody's going to climb that wonderful little creature easily," she told him.
"Wrong. You are, and so am I. Frank? Probably no." And Dolly had felt her heart beat faster.
Just now she'd enjoyed wondrous thrills in seeing Kathy stripped naked and taken to orgasm by Chuck. For the first time she got a look at the glamorous figure that burned in her dreams, the breasts, the belly, the cunt, all exposed. And what was better she had enjoyed the deep privilege of seeing Kathy's body involved and used in a sexual way. When Chuck held the girl and jacked her off facing the two-way mirror, Dolly, inside the closet had been impelled to put her finger on her own cunt and job herself. It seemed as if those young, hot loins were thrusting for her.
Then came the incredible delight of seeing Kathy's body nude, and the exquisite pleasure of seeing Kathy submitting to her brother. Dolly had forgotten how hot and virile Chuck could be, and very soon, in her closet, her fingers were plunging between her legs.
As the lovers rose, she rose. She could by no means last as well as they could. She ached so much to be in the scene with them that she took herself faster and faster and burst with orgasm in her hot, solitary prison. It had been so powerful that she had to lean against the inside door frame after her spasms to recover. Then, hot eyes fixed on young Kathy's struggling body, she continued to rub herself as she drank in each and every movement Kathy made, imagining herself in Chuck's place.
Until this moment she'd doubted whether Chuck's plan could be made to work. It seemed too complicated to her, and it all hinged upon Kathy Lewis and Chuck being able to turn her on physically.
Well, Kathy was turned on, at least a little. Further down the road, Dolly meant to be the one fucking in the girl's saddle and if nothing else came from Chuck's plan, that would be an exquisite reward.
Chuck now put both his hands on Dolly's small breasts and said: "Well, do I get my reward?"
She almost dropped her glass. "Oh, Chuck, you can't be serious. "You've just had a hot fuck with our luscious friend. You certainly don't expect any more sex especially not from me."
"Of course not," he grinned. He kept manipulating her breasts, which was a wicked thing to do. Most people thought that a woman's breasts were sensitive according to their size, but it wasn't true. At least not for Dolly. Her small, well-shaped breasts were tremendously sensitive and sex-actuating. Furthermore, she'd just witnessed a hot fuck scene and she was stirred up. She pulled his hands away.
"Chuck, forget it. You've already had your big night. Besides, we haven't touched each other for years."
His hands were back on her blouse, unfastening the buttons as he stood behind her at the mirror as he'd done with Kathy. "No, Dolly, we haven't. Remember that first time-"
She remembered. She'd always loved her big, handsome brother, and it burst into flame the year she was sixteen. She'd just begun dating and was in love with love, and all the exciting petting that went with it. Chuck, older, was also in the midst of his early years of passion. One afternoon they got into a wrestling match over a disputed record album. Before they knew it, their hot young bodies ached for each other. Chuck had fucked her right there on the living room sofa in a glorious sex bout.
It had scared the youngsters afterward. Not only was it incest, there was fear of making her pregnant. They avoided further sex until Chuck learned the delights of oral sex, which he lost no time in teaching the young sister who adored him. For almost a year they enjoyed suck sex off and on.
Now back in the motel room in Cranfield, Chuck felt inside his sister's blouse and kneaded her breasts again, enjoying the feel of those strong nipples burning into the palms of his hands. "Remember, Sis, how I brought you off once by just hugging you and rubbing your tits?"
"I remember," she said with a laugh as she pulled his hands out of her blouse. "But I wasn't married then. Besides, the way you're so high up there tonight, you'd probably want to fuck me. I can't go home to Frank with my belly filled with another man's juices."
"Look at you, Sis. You slump your shoulders, you've got faint circles under your eyes, and your voice is too loud. Tension, my dear. You're going into your bull dyke stage again."
"No, I'm not." She hated to have him bring that up. In her first marriage when things had gone bad, she'd turned to other women instead of men. She knew that bothered Chuck. Men understood adultery, but not lesbianism. The funny thing was, she was really bisexual, first eager for men, then eager for girls. That time had just been one of her stages.
"You had one marriage break up and you're two years into your second, already looking for girl meat all over town. I've seen you when Kathy Lewis comes into a room. Your face turns red and your knees shake."
"I sure do want a little sip of that gorgeous creature."
"I hope you're taking care of Frank Scales. I introduced you to him."
"Look, Chuck, everything's fine. I appreciate everything you've done. After my St. Louis marriage broke up, you pulled me together in Chicago. Got me a job, gave me your friends, even invested my divorce settlement money."
"And found you Frank Scales to marry."
"And found me Frank Scales to marry."
"Now all I want tonight," he said, "is to stick my cock in your face." He was still dressed only in his shorts and she felt his big hard-on, prodding her back.
She burst out laughing. "So that's what's behind all this attack. All these memories. Sister seduction. No, Chuck. We gave that up years ago. Even when I came to Chicago we didn't do anything, remember? No, let's leave all of that in the past."
"If you say so." He picked up one of his neckties lying on top of his opened suitcase and flipped it around her throat. "You've got a man, and you only want to attract women. So let's find a tie that goes with a bull dyke suit like you've got on." He began to tie the tie around her neck.
Dolly felt nervous whenever her brother got into some of his sadistic humor. "It is a nice tie," she said doubtfully.
He worked the knot up to her throat then gave it a tug that cut off her wind and hurt her. "Up tight, Sis!"
She jerked back with a cry that was cut off and worked the knot loose, gasping. "Chuck, what do you think you're doing?" The tight knot had made tears come to her eyes.
"Making you look like a pretty butch." He pushed her against the wall so she couldn't escape and tightened the knot again. Desperately she loosened it again, gasping and began to slide to her knees. Dolly Scales understood her brother very well. She took his cock out of his shorts and ran her hands down the hot, hard meat. It was a beautiful piece of sex meat, one that other men might well envy. A solid eight inches with a good diameter and, of course, that slight bend in it that made it so sexy. Big veins fed the rich blood into the strong muscle.
She dabbed the cock head with her pink tongue and felt a thrill. "You have a silky, sullen mouth," he said. "I love to see my prick riding into it." As it now did, as she took the cock head into her mouth and gave a tentative suck. So many years! She'd often thought that Chuck's cock head had many more pleasure nerves than most men had. And powerful glands. His big balls that had recently emptied into Kathy's guts were tight again with joy fluid. In a way he was a creature of his powerful sex equipment.
"Ah, oh, that feels so good," he said.
She stopped. "Chuck, do you think it's a good idea glubbbbb!" His cock was back in her mouth, and he reached down and caught the ends of the necktie again, as if to choke her into submission.
She didn't think he really would. The trouble with Chuck was, he was willing to go a step further than most men. You could never be sure. Then she tasted Kathy's dried cunt fluid on Chuck's cock, and began to think that maybe the idea of a little sex wasn't so strange after all.
She rose, holding his prick in her hand, squeezing it with her velvety saliva on it. "Let's get on the bed. All I ask is that you leave my cunt alone, please, Chuck."
"Sure." He led her to the bed, but when she tried to distance herself from him to suck between his legs, he pulled her body close to his and began to undo her pants. "Now, Chuck, you said you wouldn't awwrrrkkkkk!" Pants and pantyhose slid down below her knees. He began to kiss her naked abdomen. "My God, you've still got the skin of a teenager," he cried in delight. He was skinning her out of her panties now. "Oh, Chuck, you promised!" It was no use. She was naked below her waist and had only her blouse on above her waist, which was also open to his hands. He reveled in stroking the length of her body, from her tits to her cunt. She felt his hot needs in those appreciating strokes.
Then he blew on her blonde cunt hairs and dived his tongue into her pink slit that had already wetted from her first mouth capture of his cock. "Oh, Chuck!" she moaned as old memories pressed back on her.
At home, once the Webster kids had learned about oral sex, he liked to catch her at odd moments. Fresh out of the shower, for instance, with her body still gleaming with water before she could towel it off. She'd fight him, of course, and they'd giggle a lot, and the first thing she knew she'd be sitting on the toilet seat clamping his head between her legs and giving him cunt, like a mother gives breast to a baby. Chuck was good. He could drive her from a cold start to a pulsating orgasm in very few minutes, and in her appreciation she'd then pay tribute to his blade as he took her place on the toilet seat with the lid down.
Once her mother had pounded on the door, demanding to come in, while Chuck wallowed in the mush of her cunt. You'd think the young man would've fled out the other door. Not Chuck not when there was sex to be had. The door was locked, so he instructed her to keep her mother busy in conversation while he brought her off. It was one of the craziest times.
"Ah, oh, God!" she moaned in pleasure, and was surprised to find herself back on a bed in a motel in Cranfield on a snowy night with Chuck's tongue once again digging into her cunt. His tongue flicked past her clitoris in that expert way he knew and she rotated her loins in exquisite pleasure. "Oh, Chuck, nobody, nobody at all can suck a woman like you can."
He knew the real secret all right. He'd learned it, he realized as he licked his sister's cunt, from this sexy little blonde sister of his many years ago. With your head thrust between a woman's legs, and your tongue in contact with her sex, you could really sense the delicate loin movements that told you where she was. Women liked a strong, but not brutal, steady stroke. You must stroke at an even pace until you sensed they were tiring of that, because their sex heat rose like a gentle slope on a hill. A guy went up much faster, and he couldn't stand those even strokes as well. He wanted to go faster and harder from the first.
Now the room was filled with the steady "Lap, lap," sound of Chuck's tongue suck-stroking his sister, and her cunt filled and was drained by him and filled again as she writhed in wonderful delight.
"Chuck, you're so good. So gooooooood!" she breathed.
He stopped for a moment. "And you didn't want to do it." Glowing as she was, she had to explain to him. "Chuck I was embarrassed. You see, I don't come to men's tongues any more. Not since I turned bisexual."
"Is that a fact?"
"I'm telling you the truth. I didn't want you to know this, the way you ride me about it."
"You mean I won't be able to cunt-suck you to orgasm."
"That's right. My first husband couldn't do it, neither can Frank. It's like you know I save that for the girls. I can come to a fuck with a man and that's all."
"Well, well."
"Now, Chuck, I didn't mean that as a challenge Oh, OW!" He'd sucked and bitten her clit which felt good and bad at the same time. He rearranged himself alongside of her now for the 69, and his head rested on the inside of one of her thighs, while he reached up and began to stroke her hot, hard nipples. "Mmmmmm, ahhhhh," she went. Her body was really opening up to sex now, getting pretty hot.
"The t-truth is, Chuck, I figured out you were really responsible for my liking chicks. Oh, that feels good! I mean, you won't agree, but you dominated me so much when I was a teenager. You used to suck me off when I didn't want to, remember. Also, you used to make me suck you off and make me swallow your come when I didn't want to. Ahhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhh! The thing is, I always wanted to be the one to call the tune, but men don't let you.
"Re-re-remember the time I had that date, and he was waiting downstairs and you and you-"
She didn't know if he remembered, but she sure did. The last time in the world you want to have sex is just before going out on a date with someone that you might want to make love to later. There she was, all dressed, all made up, her hair just right, and there was Chuck, grinning and shucking off her panties under her dress. She wasn't strong enough to get free and she was afraid to scream because there were her parents and her date waiting downstairs.
"Boy, I sure didn't feel good that night, Chuck. I could've killed you."
"Later you said it was one of the best orgasms we ever had," he reminded her, easing for a minute.
"I guess it was. I guess I got to thinking how wild and raunchy the whole thing was me on my back on my bed with my brother's mouth sucking the juice out of my box while Dad and Mom and Henry made stiff, polite conversation downstairs. I wondered what they'd think if they had X-ray eyes and could see what was going on in my bedroom."
"You were a mess. Hair all mussed, sweating to make your eyeshadow run down your cheeks, clothes all rumpled..."
She said: "And then Mom came pounding up the stairs to see what was delaying me just as I creamed into a thousand stars. I almost fainted from the excitement."
"Lucky I could reach the door key from the bed. Then I threw that box of powder on you," he said. "You had to have a reason to be all fussed up when you finally let her in."
"That night I could've killed you, but I remember that one that one Ohhhhhh, Chuck."
It was as if time stood still for her, because he had found the old forgotten way of tongue-digging her the way she loved. Some women liked clit action hard and direct, on others it had to be indirect and softer. Chuck was a genius about reading signals like that. Dolly began to ride her loins on his face in strong fuck motions. "Lifting, and so good," she breathed.
He pulled her head around and introduced his cock into her mouth. The smell and the taste of it raised her sex feelings another notch. She held his blade with one hand and his buttocks with the other and began to give service. God, he had a good load built up in his cock reservoir!
Chuck suddenly tongued back in her seam and licked her rear hole. It was like someone had touched her with a hot poker. She jerked her buttocks up and tensed her muscles. "Ohhhhh, my God. Don't do that."
He'd almost made her come. "It makes me nervous to be touched there," she said. "I don't find it sexy at all. You never used to do that."
"Sorry," he said, and went back to reaming her cunt. It had always bothered Dolly that the human rear hole was so close to the joy cunt or cock. It was bad enough to have to take your sex from the same organs that expelled waste, but to have that ugly sphincter so close she was creaming rich cunt flow again. "Oh, oh, oh," she murmured around his cock.
Then he flicked his tongue back once more and began to suck and lick at her ass button! She almost lifted off the bed. "Oh, Chuck, don't do that! Please don't do that. Ah, ah, oh, oh," she positively writhed in her nervous tension to feel that wet tongue on her tenderest opening. He slid his tongue back on her cunt, and her nerves around the base of her anus actually throbbed from his tongue strokes. Was it possible he knew something she didn't know? No one had ever tried to touch her there; it was virgin territory. Here it came again! He had switched back. "Oh, Chuck, Chuuuuuuuck!" she moaned thrilling up to the impertinent tongue that insisted on trying to penetrate her waste hole. My goodness, she hadn't realized the sexy in-tickle feeling it gave. It was like there was some soft core of her that he reached. "Do-do-don't do that!" she insisted. "I don't want me t-t-touched there!"
"Is that an order?" He went back to lapping her cunt. She could still feel the sexy tingle of his tongue reaming her ass. "Chuck, it's dirty and it's smelly."
"Is it?" He parted her buttocks to her embarrassment. "I don't think so. I see an innocent little pucker as red and sweet as your cunt. It maybe smelly and dirty when it has business to do, but in between times it sits there with all those rich nerves waiting for somebody to give it a zingle."
She laughed in her embarrassment and reluctance to discuss that part of her body. "Just stay with the cunnnnnnn ohhhhhhhh!" Somehow her enterprising brother had hooked up the nerves in her cunt with the nerves in her backside and she was lifting, and beginning to glow and pant in real sex distress. He was going to play her and use her and make her give him luscious throbs of surrender by pulling a trick on her she hadn't experienced before.
"Oh, Chuck, ohhhhhh, you're making me so hot. Unfair, bro-brother, dear, unfairrrrr!"
"I've got to suck all the shit out of your hole and drive my tongue up to your stomach," he laughed. "Then I'll eat your cunt off too, and you won't have anything left but a sweet, aching clit."
He was driving her now she realized, just like he used to, with her grunting and twisting and rising for him, singing her song for him, tingling and thrilling and beginning to lock in a massive orgasm.
"No, no, no, no, Chuck. Ahhh. I think it's coming. OH, CHUCK, HERE IT COMES, AND I WON"T BE ABLE TO STANN STAND AHHHHHHHH, OHHHHHHHHH!"
She locked in taken bliss. She thrust up her guts happily and surrendered to him with rich, body-shaking throbs, whining in her glee. Her cunt tried to clip his tongue which just kept jabbing to hold her on her mark. Ahhhhh, such a fabulous orgasm. She finally fell off and he let her lie there for a while in her spent stupor, enjoying the glow from the lower part of her body. Far from failing to come for him as she'd thought, she'd given him a master orgasm, as good as she could give. And here came that old feeling of inferiority she always experienced when she had sex with him. The little-girl gratitude, the awe, and the feeling of obligation.
Her girl friends were her equals, sometimes one taking the lead and sometimes the other. Her first husband had been good at sex and it was all right until he got greedy and began to include other women in his sex life. He'd been a little boyish about the whole thing. Frank was an older man, irregular in his sex habits, now hot, now cold, but she could pretty well control him. But Chuck was something apart. He'd catch her, like tonight, when she really didn't want to get involved with him and make her do it, and make her like it, and make her want to service him.
With a sigh, she slid over and took his still hard cock in her mouth. He clutched her legs and began to ride into her mouth as if he were the lord of the manor, imperative and imperial in his cock thrusts. She wanted to bite his cock off. She wanted to take those bull-sized balls in her mouth and grind them between her teeth. Instead, she sucked him pleasingly and heard him mutter his delight. She fluttered her tongue on those rich nerves in his cock head, and licked down his blade until his prick gleamed with a satiny patina. She gently mouthed his balls, feeling the power of the resident charge he carried there. For a wild second she contemplated even licking his ass-hole-
"No," she told herself. "That's not only disgusting but even more subservient."
"Oh, that's good. I wish you could see yourself," he told her. "My prick's p-practically turning purple, going into that sullen mouth of yours. Groove it with your teeth. Ahhhhh, that's good. Groove it harder. Harder! My God, your soft, female lovers have made you too gentle. Suck, baby, suck!"
He strained and rammed his cock deeper into her throat than she wanted to have him go. Choking, tears in her eyes, she pulled loose. "Listen, Chuck, if you want glubbbb!" He forced her back to the suck. "Don't corrupt my orgasm, you crummy sister-bitch, or I'll knock your head off. Suck, suck, suck."
She felt the tremendous rise of his delight, and sensed his belly involuntarily locking a little as he came up the hill to completion. She was almost as excited as he was now, sweating and hot in the face, enjoying the swift thrust of his meat into her eager mouth, driving him to his place of pleasure.
Then Chuck locked, held her head in his fierce grip and cried. "GONE, YOU BITCH, YOU TOOK ME OVER. DRINK, DRINK, DRINK." A burst of sperm gushed into her mouth and he was spending with his old vigor, gushing, spurting, using her, making her drink it all....