Chapter 6
On a freezing midwinter night in Chicago, Chuck Webster paced the living room of his large Chicago apartment and tried to adjust to the fact that his career at the C-W Company was all but over. Just like that.
Of course, he'd decided long ago that he would never make it with the C-W Company, even with commissions. So be it. Everything in the Cranfield plan had to work now. Even so, his ears burned from the hot words of the Vice-President of Sales.
"Webster, you've turned into a horse's ass. Two years ago you were the brightest star on the team. They talked about making you a V-P someday. Now you're at the bottom of the pile. I just hope you can hang on and make a comeback. You've pissed away practically your whole career."
The doorbell rung. Chuck swung back the door belligerently, more disturbed than he liked to admit.
Tom Lewis, Kathy's husband, stood there, disheveled and swaying. "You sumbitch!" He swung his fist at Chuck but was so drunk that Chuck ducked it easily. Chuck pulled the young man into the apartment and dumped him into a chair. "What the hell, Lewis?"
Tom began to burble then, practically crying. "Got a phone call. Kathy having sex with her boss, that r-rat, Scales. Anonymous. Jumped her about it. She said you, you had s-sex with her. Forced her to. Some kinda screwy plan. Lots of money, City of Cranfield. Wasn't Scales at all it was you made her do sex."
"Listen, Lewis-"
"You got her the job. You got me assigned Cranfield to begin with. You're behind it all, trying to destroy me and my beautiful wife, basser!" Tom Lewis was plenty drunk.
Tom was a mess. It took Chuck an hour to cool down the excited young man, to convince him that the anonymous call was nothing, that nothing had happened between him and Kathy, and finally to get Tom out of there to a nearby motel and bedded down for the night. Wow! What the hell was Kathy up to? She must be a real hot cunt. One shove from him, a couple of hot sessions and she was out chewing up all the men in town. He was really going to have to work on Tom, and Kathy, too. Most importantly, though who was screwing him up? He grabbed a bag and started to pack for an overnighter. Best to get to Cranfield right away; it was only a couple of hundred miles....
The doorbell rang again. This time it was Frank Scales with Dolly. A weeping Dolly.
"Well, Webster, you've sure enough loused up your sister and me in Cranfield," roared Frank. "What the hell do you think you're doing."
"I'm not-"
But he couldn't stop the torrent of words, or the hot fury of the Cranfield City Manager.
It turned out that some crazy nut had called Dolly and reported that Frank and his secretary, Kathy, were having sex right in the City Manager's office.
"A dirty, vile lie," said Frank, eyes blazing and figure shaking. "I'll admit we were running around the office pretty wild that day, with that envelope of money, and my finding out that my own wife was involved in ownership of the Cranfield Building. But no sex."
"Now just cool down, Frank."
"I'll cool you down," said Frank. Chuck thought the older man was going to try to hit him and started to duck, but instead, Frank took out the envelope with the money and flung it in Chuck's face. "Shove it up your ass," said Frank. "I've brought you your sister, my dear wife, to get straightened out. I love her and I want her, but before I take her back in Cranfield, I want this whole mess cleared up, including what she did to my daughter."
"What?" asked Chuck. "What did she do to your daughter."
"She she made sexual advances to Skippy, that's what!" cried Frank in agony. "The poor girl is frightened to death, scared of her own stepmother. Why she actually had the effrontery to touch Skippy between the legs. If the girl had been undressed, who knows what might've happened?"
"What about it, Sis?"
"I I I was so shook up about that anonymous phone call about Frank and Kathy, that I that I-"
Crack! Chuck slapped his sister across the face with his hand. She wailed and ran across the room to his bedroom and disappeared slamming the door.
"You keep her, Webster," said Frank. "You keep her a week, a month. And you get rid of that building ownership. And take your bribes and schemes and bury them in sex feet of shit. When the contract is signed for the Crystal building at the next Council meeting, I'll talk to Dolly about coming back. Until then, don't come to see me, don't call me, don't even breathe in my direction."
"What about Kathy?" asked Chuck.
"I'll have to fire her, of course. What a mess. It's all your fault, Webster. Try to straighten it out. I do love Dolly, you know."
"Listen, goddamit, Scales-"
Frank Scales swept out of the apartment, slamming the front door behind him.
Chuck went back into the bedroom where he found his sister, Dolly, weeping on his bed. "Oh, Chuck, it's terrible. Everything is ruined!"
"What happened with you and Skippy?"
"I f-found her naked and masturbating and I just couldn't help giving her a little action. I guess she got scared. Thank God, she didn't tell Frank what really happened, because we made out like bandits and she really liked it. But you, you didn't have to s-strike me just now, Chuck!"
"Forget it, Sis. That was for Frank for show." Dolly, twisting on the bed was beginning to make Chuck hot. Her blouse had scooted up to reveal her soft, sexy middle. Chuck got on the bed and hugged her.
"And then that terrible phone call, saying that Frank had had sex with Kathy at his office. I just blew my cork. That dirty, cock-hungry little witch!"
"Easy, Dolly. It was bound to happen. We wanted it to happen."
"We did?"
"Of course. I knew Kathy would go for the high-minded guy even before we got him to hire her. Especially with Kathy in trouble with Tom at home." And he told her about Tom coming to see him.
"My God, what can happen next?" she marveled. "We're really ruined."
Her body was soft and fragrant, and he gently kissed her tear-streaked face. "As far as Tom goes, I'm going to keep him right here in Chicago for a while and try to get him off the sauce."
"But my husband is fucking another Woman and I love him," wailed Dolly.
"For two years you've had plenty of good sex," said Chuck. "There'll be plenty more, if you let him run-"
"I can't-"
"and it also gives you a good chance to fuck Kathy, too."
Dolly began to simmer down. "You've really got it all figured out."
"Oh, I'd expected trouble. The old business of having to break the eggs to make the omelet. The thing that bothers me the most is who made those anonymous calls to Tom and to you?"
"That's easy. Frank has only one enemy in all of Cranfield. That's the City Engineer, Pritchard Benbold."
"Aha! I hadn't counted on him."
"You'd better. He'll have to make a report on the Sawyer Building that you and I seem to own. In fact, he's already working on it."
Chuck cursed himself for being careless. One of his tenants had told him about Benbold and he'd meant to go into that; his hot sex with Kathy on the last trip had wiped it from his mind.
"Chuck," gloomed Dolly. "At this point I just don't see how we can pick up all the pieces. What do we do next?"
Chuck slid his hand between his sister's legs. "We fuck, sis."
"Oh, Chuck, NO!" She caught his hand.
He laughed. "There're three times when sex is good. When you're high, and when you're down and out, and when things are dull." He held her arms and began to ride her cunt, using a lascivious finger.
"No, Chuck. I'll go to a motel. I'll take a vacation here in Chicago till Frank cools down see some old friends."
"Oh, no, Dolly. I'm not turning you loose to go chasing your pre-marriage lesbian friends. No way."
"Screw you, Chuck Webster. It's a free country." Dolly pulled off the bed. She got as far as his living room before he tackled her, pulled her down and started to take off her blouse. "Chuck, dammit!" she protested. But he was laughing and soon, in their mock fight he'd gotten off her blouse and bra so she was half-naked. Then he began to work on her small, but beautiful and perfect, suck-sensitive breasts.
"No, you don't." She tried to get his head off her tits because in her present turmoil she knew he could turn her on. But he was too strong and her breasts were giving her hot, pulse-lifting thrills. It had something to do with her excited state she knew. In the torpor of daily living it was harder to warm up to sex.
"Oh, that feels soooo gooooood," she enthused. Then, whining. "Chuck, I really don't want to get sex involved with you. It was all right when we were kids, but ah, ah, ah."
He was driving her now and she realized that he was going to take her. She began to struggle again. "No, no, no." But his relentless tongue whipped her nipples until she keened with pleasure at the fierce fires that raised in her cunt. At last, gasping, she managed to escape.
"Get your cunt," he gritted. "That'll do it."
Her cunt was flowing fiercely hot and she knew he would bring her if she couldn't get loose. She grabbed one of his expensive lamps and hit him and that stopped him momentarily. But as she jumped up, he caught the bottom of her pants legs and pulled them off. That was the end of her effective resistance. He caught her at the door, pulled her to the floor and began to kiss her mouth and her tits. Down below his free hand skinned off her pantyhose and panties. "Oh, oh, oh," she wept. It felt fabulous to receive those hot kisses and to feel her breasts teased and used until her cunt, down below, seeped joy juice out to stain his hand. Now she began to buck her loins.
"Suck me, Chuck. Fuck me."
But he grinned and kept right on, giving her a breast orgasm. She was rising to the peak now, whipped by his determined sex drive. She clasped his cock in his pants and thrilled still more to feel that magnificent rod rigid in its confinement.
Now, reveling in the beauty of her nude body, Chuck blew his hot, exciting breath into her ear. "Sister-fucking is the best fucking in the world," he said. Then he drove his hot, wet tongue into her mouth, went on down to nibble her glowing tits again, and plunged his hand into her steaming cunt. It was all too much.
"Ah, uh, uh, uh," went Dolly and whined and lifted her guts to his hand. She felt him drive the meat of her clitoris to exquisite freeze-lock, and grunted, listening to her own stiff flesh being pillaged by his hand and made to pay off sex. Then she clipped his fingers and her nerves spent in wondrous release. "AH, CHUCK GOD!" The sweet throbs took her to sex heaven as she gave it all to her brother to harvest as he would.
Chuck's face was flushed with delight and sex-hunger as he stared down at the dazed girl. "My God, you're a beautiful fuck," he murmured.
He got up and undressed slowly, releasing his prick weapon as he stared down at the luscious, fucked girl, sex juice gleaming between her legs, her lips and nipples reddened from the hot sex contact.
Dolly lay on the soft rug, enchanted. She was riding her sex glow and eager now for the penetration of that brotherly cock that she hadn't felt for so many years. Never mind Cranfield and Frank and Skippy and Kathy. She wanted her brother's cock in her cunt and fuck, fuck, fuck.
"Shove your dock into me," she begged. "Whip me with that beautiful, sexy hard-on, your crooked, bent stick."
"It's only a little bent," he laughed and said: "This calls for a special celebration, Dolly. I'll be right back." He went into the kitchen where she heard him whistling merrily as he did things, and she just lay there, gently stroking her cunt and anticipating the mind-blowing thrusts of that brotherly cock that was soon to possess her.
When he gathered her up, still naked and carried her back into his bedroom, he'd laid a plastic shower curtain over the covers. There was a pan of warm oil from the kitchen on the night-stand.
"I always dreamed of giving you the mazola trip," he said as he laid her on the bed. Then he started to rub the warm oil on her body, stroking her chest, breasts, belly and abdomen. It was fabulous. Her body gleamed softly with the stuff and it felt tremendously sexy on her skin. She dipped her own hand into the pan and began to lave his standing prick.
"Ah, ah I want fuck," she breathed.
"Not yet. Hold it back for better fun," he told her. He turned her on her face and oiled her back and buttocks, just as if he were putting on suntain oil. Now she slid in sexual looseness on the plastic shower curtain, with all that oil on her front. It was sexy just to slide about like this, drenched in the warm cooking oil. It didn't smell so good, but Chuck cured that by adding some nice-smelling cologne. Ah, ah, ah.
Chuck parted her buttocks and poured her crack full of the oil, then working his slippery hand deep between her legs to tease her rear hole and to frig into her cunt. She jumped like she was stung. "Oh, Chuck!"
Now he turned her over and hugged her, oiling his own body with the excess slickness he'd laid on hers. Their naked bodies oozed together making wild sucking sounds, much exaggerated from the normal suck sound of a male belly flattened to a female belly. And the hot thrills of their flesh sliding together was accentuated by the slipperiness of their bodies.
"I've never felt anything like it!" she breathed in high delight.
"Sis it's worth the mess," he answered, his own breathing almost beyond control in rubbing tight to this sensual naked female and squishing the oil between them.
They kissed and rubbed oily cheeks. Then he said: "Prick time!" spread her legs and drove his cock into her hole. Dolly almost expired from the shock of that hard, oiled cock opening up her vagina. She felt he pierced the very center of her being.
"I want to take you in, fuck control your big cock," she whispered.
But the thrilling friction couldn't last for long. Between her natural cunt oils and the excess of the cooking oil, his cock slipped out. Then in. Then out again.
"Oh, Chuck, I can't st-stand," she stammered, bucking her loins and trying to get herself impaled on his joy stick. He laughed in exasperation. "I'm trying too hard."
He carefully fitted his cock to her slit and fucked into her again. This time, holding back, he began a slow, teasing friction in her guts. "Ah, that's great," she said, and began to thrust back in appreciation. It was too much. Her eager motions unseated his prick again. "Shit," he laughed and thrust forward recklessly.
That time he provided his sister with a new thrill because his wildly plunging prick missed her cunt and thrust against her ass-hole. Normally her sphincter would've resisted this bunting, but her crack was already liberally greased and the oil dripped from his prick. His cock, though human meat, was straining in iron rigidity. It peeled open her back hole and about three inches of dick slid into her gut.
"Ahhhhhh," she keened, the sensitive nerves about her hole stimulated by the action. God, it felt strange to have that warm prick up her ass-hole.
Chuck laughed and pulled out and returned to her cunt, but now Dolly was white hot. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," she begged and locked her legs on his hips and worked her loins. She was in fuck heaven, feeling his blade in the right hole, driving her crazy.
It was no good. Her legs slid on his back and she unseated him again. In desperation, Chuck took a rag and skimmed off some of the oil from his prick.
"AHHHHHHHHH," she screamed.
Now he had her good. His prick flailed into her cunt perfectly and he gave her a dozen fast, cunt-satisfying strokes. It was much too much.
"YOUUUUUUUUUU'VVVVEEEEE DO DOOOONNNNNNEEE ITTTTTTTT," Dolly shrieked. In her wild joy she fucked up to his master cock and paid off for him. "AHHHHHHHHHHHH," she went and began to squeeze his prick with her luscious, open orgasm, going into a deep sex daze that was beyond anything she'd enjoyed in recent times. Her body was open and alert to the sexy oil fuck and just kept spending in taken glory.
Nor was Chuck far behind her. He kept lashing into her. When finally she relaxed with a grateful sob, he held her slippery buttocks and centered his cock deep into her cunt. "N-n-now," he said. She felt his whole body shudder. Then she felt his big blade swell inside of her. The first spurt felt like scalding joy steam.
"OH, GOD, SIS, I'VE FUUUUCKED YOUR PRECIOUS GUUUTS!" he said and kept pumping the hot male jism into her body, spurt after spurt, his stuff enriching the swimming flow in her cunt of her own oil and the cooking oil. She floated in heaven while he fucked off his endless throbs into her, subsiding finally with a spent laugh. He rubbed his oiled face on her tits. "When it comes to incest," he laughed, "we're the number one team in the whole midwest, Dolly."
"Amen," she breathed, sliding easily under him.
It took a long while to clean up, but Dolly hadn't felt so good in years. The extra excitement of the mazola trip decided her that she had a good way to revive Frank's soft prick if she ever got back with him. But the brother-sister orgy was far from over. After Dolly had taken a shower and Chuck had-likewise cleaned up, they fell back into bed naked together, her cunt hot again, his cock stiff again. It was time for a quieter sex worship, her cunt in his mouth, his cock in her mouth. Dolly stretched her toes in luxury. She had before her Chuck's ever ready hard tube, which she could tease or could punish with her hands, tongue and teeth. Whatever she did, his strong blade leaked sexy pre-seminal fluid that she could drink or gloss over his cockskin, and his demanding tongue lifted her gloriously to openness.
"Let's don't ever again give up brother-sister sex," Chuck told her, drinking her free-flowing cunt juice.
"I can't imagine how we ever passed it up so long," she laughed. "When we were kids we just zonged away without really getting deep into it."
Then they were into the serious part of it, and Dolly thought gratefully that a stiff, dependable male peter could save her from the excesses of her lesbian desires. There was really no need to give up either form of sex. Ah, ah, ah.
She surged up and gave Chuck her treasure again, throbbing off for him, not so wildly as before, but with deep gut-satisfying grunts and spasms of pleasure. And she barely had time to set herself for him before he moaned in exquisite pleasure and filled her mouth with foaming come from his delighted prick.
After that they slept. Chuck awoke to find his sex-greedy sister mouthing his cock once more under the covers. She loved and laved it until it strained hard and throbbed with delight, playing with its length with her hands and mouth.
Chuck said: "Honey, let's go," and started to separate her legs. Her cunt was awash with hot girl fluid. But Dolly said: "Chuck, please, I want you to fuck my ass."
"It felt so strange and weird, kind of good, when your prick slipped into my rear. Please corn-hole me!"
Chuck threw back the covers and she got in the right position. The previous oil trip had left her crack soft and manageable, and his prick skin was also soft over his locked hard-on. He had to add only a little more grease to punch into her backhole and work his prick deep in her anus.
It didn't feel exactly good until her butt relaxed. It felt rather uncomfortable and weird. But the idea was sexy. Then he began to work her and fuck her and tease her empty cunt with his fingers and it felt like the hot cock was splitting her in two, in delicious fuck-rape. "Oh, oh, oh," she yelped.
Chuck was getting good friction, too, enjoying the tight walls of her bowel as well as her delicate loin movements and the tensing of her buttocks as he went deep into her. "Ah, so weiiiiiiiird," he moaned. "Sexy!"
Faster and faster until she began to quiver and slobber. "Oh, ah, god. I'm fucked."
"Ah, ah, ah," went Chuck, and then they were rising brilliantly for this first-ever anal intercourse and Dolly lost volition and went into happy spasms of her orgasm.
The feel of his sister's ass-hole convulsing around the base of his cock brought Chuck to his sperm-throwing heaven. "Ahhhh, Doolleee," he went and hugged her and spent hot, rich semen deep into her body....