Chapter 6
Ben could not believe his eyes. But, there she was. It was not Dianne.
"My God," he groaned, feeling despair.
"Not God, only me, doing my bit," she laughed softly, feeling cat-like and contented.
"Oh, God, how did this happen," he moaned, feeling shame and hatred swamp over him.
"Well," she smiled, "it happened this way, you see-"
"I thought you were-" his statement halted as he remembered himself.
"You thought," she said, slowly finishing his statement, "you thought I was Dianne."
"What? What do you mean?" he said, his voice strangling in his throat.
"You thought I was Dianne. I know that," she said easily, enjoying herself at his expense.
"No, I never-I-"
"Oh, come off it, Uncle Ben. You thought I was Dianne all along."
"No! What?" He was confused. "No, I never thought that!"
"Yes you did," she giggled. "I know."
"But-Listen, what ever put such a wild thought into your head?"
"You laid Dianne tonight," she said simply.
"I what?" he said, acting shocked by the thought.
"I said you laid her tonight. Dianne. I know. I saw."
"You-say you-saw?" he said, feeling sick to his stomach.
"You screwed her. Or maybe I should say she screwed you. She seduced you, you know," she laughed musically, truly enjoying his anguish.
"But, but, how?"
"You see, I was up when she came in with her boyfriend. I was watching them from behind that door leading into the hall. She blew him and he fingered her. He was fingering her almost to her finish when you came home and cheated her. Then she went to work on you. I saw it all. I saw her on your lap, both of you naked, with your big peter shoving in and out of her pussy. Oh, yes, I saw. She thought I was asleep. You did, too. But I wasn't. I saw."
"Oh, my God," he moaned. "What have I done?"
"I'll tell you what you've done. You've become the lover of your nieces, and a very wonderful lover, too."
"This is awful, terrible-"
"I don't think so, sweetie. You had a great bang with Dianne. And, you've just had a terrific one with me. Admit it."
"In one night I've had both of you-Oh, God!
It's a terrible thing I've done. It's awful."
"But you loved it. You loved it with her. And you loved it with me, too. Come on. Admit it."
Ben felt ruined. He was now caring for and living with two young girls, his wards, and he was the lover of both of them. His mind did not want to accept the truth of the matter. But it had to. There was no changing facts. One seventeen. One fifteen. He had laid them both. Everything in his mind rebelled against accepting the truth. It was as if he believed that it would all go away, all turn out to be a lurid dream. But it was not. It was an accomplished fact. He took a deep breath and finally accepted his fate fully. There was no longer any need for pretense. It was now out in the open. He could no longer fence and fake. He just might as well be straight and honest. There was no other choice left to him.
"Come on," he heard young Tara repeating as she rubbed her tantalizing body against his. "Come on. Admit you loved it with Dianne. Admit you loved it with me. Come on. Don't be an old phony."
"Yes. I loved it with both of you. But what I've done is wrong. We're living in sin and hell together, all three of us, and it's my fault. I'm older. I should have had control. I should have known better."
"Want to know something, lover?" she asked with lazy huskiness in her voice.
"What?" he asked, frightened to listen.
"You got my cherry," she said softly.
"I got what?" he said in disbelief. "You got my cherry. I was a virgin."
"No!
"Yes," she smiled. "You were my first man. It only hurt for an instant. Then it got delicious. I loved it. You were marvelous!"
"You were a virgin," he said stupidly. He didn't want to believe it. Then he remembered that resistance as his cock had pressed in, the breaking of the resistance, and the sharp scream, muffed, that had come from her. He knew it was true.
"You plucked my cherry, Uncle Ben," she said lovingly. "And I'm glad you did. You did it sooooo nice. I loved it. And, God, you screwed my brains out. I thought I was going to die you screwed me so terrifically. You're my first man, but I don't think I'll ever have a lover as good as you. Oh, you darling lover. Your pecker is so big and hard and long and thick. I thought you were going to kill me with it. But you only killed me with wonderful feelings. I loved it. I love you. You're my lover. I'll never forget you. A girl doesn't forget her first man. And you were my first. Was I any good?"
"You were so terrific, I can't believe you were a virgin," he said honestly, not able to continue the sham. He could not believe she was a virgin until he had gotten into her. But it was beyond a doubt the truth. The girl, like her older sister, had native fucking talent, talent that a woman cannot acquire; she was either born with it or she was damned not to have it. A woman could only learn so much skill and technique. The rest was talent-passionate response. And both sisters had it in abundance.
"Oh, thank you for saying that," she purred, feeling warm in his honest compliment.
"It's the truth. My God, you and your sister have unbelievable talent in bed. Unbelievable!"
"Believe it, darling, because you're going to have plenty of chances to avail yourself of our talents," she crooned, her fingers toying with his limp, slick cock. "You have a harem," she laughed. "Dianne and I are your harem. I wish I had you all to myself. But, I guess I'll have to share you with Dianne and like it. And don't waste your time telling me how careful I have to be about being quiet about it. I heard you make that speech to Dianne. I understand."
"Dianne's going to find out."
"You bet she is. I'll bet she'll be hopping mad when she finds out. She can be very greedy, that girl. But she's going to have to share you with me, and like it," she said with strength.
"A harem," Ben said, trying to fully comprehend his situation.
He was middle-aged. They were teenagers. They were his nieces, his wards. They were his mistresses. He was their lover. That would not change. He knew that as the days rolled by they would all three become more and more deeply entangled in lust. He had no idea where it would all lead. But he knew he could not resist either girl. He desired them both terribly, and they were both now totally his, to have anytime he desired. And he was theirs anytime they wanted him. There would be plenty of wanting among them, that he knew.
He knew they would sink into a cesspool of sex and lust. Their relationship was forbidden by conventional society. But it was, it existed, and that's all there was to it. Only the future would determine where it would all end.
Now Ben had two young and beautiful and vibrant mistresses. He knew they would get better and better with each lay. He knew that with experience they would both be unmatched in the sack. He would truly have a harem, and what a wonderful one, at that. They were his and he was theirs. Tricky days lay ahead. What would happen when Dianne found out ? Ben cringed inwardly when he thought of that. Only time would tell.
The next morning, after leaving Ben early, Tara opened Dianne's bedroom door and walked quietly in. Dianne looked up.
"Don't you knock anymore, stupid?" Dianne said to her younger sister.
"Oh, balls," Tara said, curling her lips angrily at her sister.
Tara saw Dianne pulling a clinging sweater over her naked breasts. Then she preened, looking at her striking reflection in the mirror with approval. She was wearing a miniskirt and sweater, the same as Tara was.
"Well, what do you want?" Dianne said impatiently.
"No bra, huh?" Tara grinned.
"No. No bra. And what of it?"
"Oh, nothing. Bet you aren't wearing panties, either," she said with a wry smile.
"That's for me to know, and none of your business."
Dianne frowned as her eyes went appraisingly over her younger sister. Her eyes darted knowingly to Tara's out-thrusting tits.
"You're not wearing a bra," she said, surprised.
"It's the new fad," Tara laughed.
"Uncle Ben'll be furious. He's bound to notice."
"I'll bet he notices," Tara grinned impishly.
"Now exactly what is that to mean?"
"Don't act so high and mighty, Dianne, You're not wearing a bra either, so what have you got to shout about?"
"What I do is my business. I'm older than you."
"Ha, ha. Two years and two days older. Big deal."
"I don't need your sarcasm, stupid."
"Stop calling me stupid," Tara said stamping her foot in anger.
"I'll call you anything I please. Now get out of here if you have nothing to say, will you?"
"Oh. I have plenty to say, Miss high and mighty."
"Well, say it and beat it, then. I'm hungry. I want to go down and fix breakfast."
"Good. You fix it for me too, huh? I'd like poached eggs on toast and bacon."
"Nuts. You can fix your own breakfast, Tara.
I'm not your servant."
"It's your turn. I fixed breakfast yesterday."
"Oh, all right. Now, what do you want?"
"Want to have a little talk with you, that's all."
"Can't it wait till after breakfast? I'm starved."
"No. It can't wait till after breakfast. It's important."
"What's so important, dammit? Out with it."
"This'll take a little time. You'd better sit down."
"Oh, phooie. Nothing's too important to wait until after I have my breakfast."
"This is!"
"Well, why are you beating around the bush, then? If it's important, spit it out, girl."
"I said it'll take time. Sit down."
"Oh, all right," Dianne said, giving up. She sat down on the edge of the bed, and Tara sat in the upholstered chair facing her.
"I know why you're not wearing a bra," Tara said, savoring her role.
"If you're going to talk nonsense, stupid, I'm not going to sit here and listen to it."
"I'm not talking nonsense, Dianne. I know everything."
"What do you mean?"
"I wasn't asleep last night when you came home with Tommy."
"You weren't?" Dianne said, tensing.
"No. I was wide awake. Guess what I saw?" she teased.
"What did you see?"
"I saw you with Tommy."
"How?"
"I hid behind the door to the hallway. Kept it open a crack and watched you and Tommy."
"Oh," Dianne said, relaxing a bit. She figured that her little episode with the boy was all that Tara had seen.
"I saw you neck with him. I saw him feel you up. I saw you give him a terrific blow-job. Boy, did you ever suck him off," Tara said with admiration.
"You saw that--? "
"Yup. And I saw him finger your twat, too. Gosh, I wish it was my pussy he was fingering. I got all hot and bothered just watching. But most of all I got a big charge watching you suck on his pretty cock."
"Okay. So you know I like to suck cocks. Okay. So I'm not a pure sweet and innocent. So what? You'll be sucking cock soon enough and loving it yourself."
"Is that right? Gee it looks like fun," Tara teased. "Is it fun?"
"I enjoy it, and I don't mind admitting it. It's lots of fun. But you'll find out for yourself someday. Who knows, you might be a prude and you might not like giving boys blow-jobs," Dianne said condescendingly.
"You look like a terrific cock-sucker."
"No complaints yet," Dianne laughed, trying to act relaxed and mature, but not liking talking about it.
"Have you sucked lots of boys' cocks?"
"That's my private business, and none of yours," she answered haughtily.
"Well, you said you've had no complaints yet, so I have to gather from that that you've sucked plenty of cocks."
"None of your business. And that's that."
"No it's not. I was still hiding when Uncle Ben came home and stopped Tommy from fingering you to a come."
"You were?" Dianne said, suddenly gripped with fear, her face losing its color.
"Yes, I was. And, I saw you seduce Uncle Ben. God, you were sensational."
"You saw-everything?" Dianne gulped.
"You bet," Tara laughed. "The whole fucking thing, if you don't mind a bad pun. Gee, he really plugged it to you, didn't he? You sure got your rocks off, and he did, too. When you were finished, I thought the both of you were going to pass out."
"Damn you! You had no right!"
"But I saw, and that's all that counts now, Dianne," she said archly.
Dianne sat staring at her younger sister. She did not know exactly how to react. Seldom had Tara gained the upper hand on her. She always held sway over her younger sister. Until now. Now the tables were turned. Dianne decided that the best course of action was to accept Tara as an equal, something she had never before done. Older children commonly lord it over younger brothers or sisters, and this had been the case with Dianne and Tara. Now Dianne had to finally deal with Tara as an equal.
"Well, you know everything. What are you going to do about it, Tara?"
"I'm going to keep my mouth shut. I know what this all means."
"Do you really mean that ? " Dianne asked hopefully.
"Yes. I heard everything that Uncle Ben said to you. It made sense. We don't want trouble. We've had enough trouble in our lives recently."
"Yes, we have. Well, I'm glad you see things this way."
"There's no other way."
"And you don't mind that Uncle Ben and I are lovers, and are going to continue to be lovers ? "
"Well, I think I ought to tell you the rest, Dianne."
"The rest? The rest of what?"
"I got pretty hot pants watching you lay him. I'd never seen it before, and it'd never happened to me."
"You're a virgin," Dianne said, matter-of-factly. "Well-"
"Well, what? You are, aren't you?"
"You see, Dianne, I ran upstairs just a few minutes before you and Uncle Ben came upstairs."
"Yes? So, what about it?"
"I knew that the both of you were going to try to keep it a secret from me. You both were kinda worried that I might go to pieces when I found out-if I found out."
"Yes, yes?"
"Well, I found out. I watched. I didn't go to pieces. You can see that, can't you."
"Yes."
"But I was wild after watching. And, earlier, I'd found something in the attic that got me all hot and bothered."
"What did you find in the attic, Tara?"
"I found a box."
"A box? A box of what?"
"A box with some books in it. Special kind of books."
"Will you please get to the point?"
"The books were, well, I guess you call them pornography."
"Pornography? What ever do you mean? Tell me."
"They were fantastic books. Never saw anything like them before. I guess they're Uncle Ben's private little collection. A couple of them are drawn and in color. Gosh, they have people making it in the wildest ways. Ways I never dreamed existed. I'll show them to you, if you want to see them."
"Sure I wanna see them. But suppose Uncle Ben finds out you have the books?"
"Not much of a chance of that, Dianne. He had them hidden in a dark corner of the attic, and had sheets and blankets piled up over the box. I piled everything up again so you can't even tell anything's been touched. I don't think he goes up there very often."
"Well, you'll have to put them back."
"I don't think so."
"Why not, Tara?"
"Oh, because of everything that's happened," she said with a mysterious grin.
"You're hiding something from me. You haven't told me everything. Come on, Tara, out with it."
"I knew you and Uncle Ben were going to stay in your own rooms last night because you didn't want me to find out anything by accident. I wasn't asleep when the two of you came up. I was wide awake. I was so excited I couldn't sleep."
"Yes, go on."
"I waited about a half-hour, until the house was quiet and I was sure that the both of you were asleep. Then I sneaked out of my room," she giggled. "I didn't have a stitch on."
"You were naked? What did you do?"
"I sneaked down to Uncle Ben's room, naked."
"You did what?"
"I sneaked down to his room, naked. And I slipped into his room. He was sleeping without clothes on."
"I don't believe you!"
"It's the truth. I'd figured everything out in advance. I was tired of being a virgin."
"I don't believe you. You're a damn liar."
"I am not. I got into bed with him."
"You didn't!"
"I did! I figured in his sleep he'd think I was you."
"You bitching brat!"
"Watch your mouth, Dianne. You have no call to curse me. You fucked him, so don't act so grand."
"Okay. You got into bed with him. Then what?"
"I'm not a virgin anymore," Tara laughed triumphantly.
"No! I don't believe you! You're lying"
"I am not! He was so sleepy and it was dark in his room. Before he knew what was happening he was fucking me. God, is he a terrific lover."
"Tara!"
"It only hurt for a second when he pushed his big hard cock in. And then it felt delicious, more delicious than anything. He didn't know it was me until after we both came. And, boy, did we ever come! We darn near passed out it was so terrifically good."
"Tell me you're not telling the truth!" Dianne commanded, not wanting to believe Tara.
"I can't do that. Everything I've said is the truth. When Uncle Ben found out he'd screwed me, and not you, he nearly had a heart attack."
"Are you telling me the truth?"
"Honest. Matter of fact, I have an edge on you."
"What do you mean by that?"
"You made him once. He screwed me three times last night. I didn't leave his room until 7:30 this morning. Oh, it was so wonderful. Each time we fucked it was better than the time before. I'm kinda sore in the pussy this morning, but raring to fuck more," she giggled.
"Well, if you're telling the truth-"
"I am. He's kinda worried how you'll act once you find out he's screwing me, too. Heck, Dianne, there's enough of him for the both of us. If we don't act sensible we'll both lose. We might as well share him. I'd like to have him all to myself. And I know you would, too. But I'm not going to let you have him all to yourself. He's mine, too."
"I see. Well, I guess we'll have to share him then. There isn't much choice. Did he know you were going to tell me?"
"No. That was my idea. I figured it'd be terribly better if I told you. Boy, wouldn't you like to be in his shoes-be a man? He has a harem-the two of us," she giggled.
"Yes. Well, maybe it won't be so bad at that," Dianne said. "We could have gangbangs."
"That sounds like fun," Tara said with excitement.
"But we've got to be careful."
"Oh, I know that. I'm not stupid. This is our secret. Yours and mine and Uncle Ben's. We can have a sexy time and nobody'll ever guess. We'll just play the parts of his sweet innocent nieces in public. But in private-wow!"
"Wow is right," Dianne laughed, accepting the situation. "It will be all right. Ben'll just have to get used to it. I hope he's man enough to keep us both satisfied. I think he is."
"I do too. He's a terrific lover, isn't he?"
"Yes, he is. Of course, you can't compare. But
I doubt you'll find one better than he is. He's terrific. So he took your cherry, huh?"
"He sure did."
"It didn't hurt much?"
"Hardly felt it. Oh, just for an instant. And then the pain went away and it was terrific."
"Did you bleed much?"
"Just a little drop was on the sheet in the morning."
"You're lucky. It hurt me something awful when my cherry was picked."
"It did?"
"Yes. And I bled a lot. But it only happens once, and after you get rid of your cherry, everything's just peachy."
"I guess I was lucky. If it really hurt and I really bled a lot, he would have known. He was half asleep when we started screwing and it was dark and he thought I was you, until we finished."
"You played a dirty trick on him," Dianne grinned at her little sister.
"All's fair."
"I know."
Dianne now had new respect for her sister. Now it was as if they were equals. It took a lot of nerve to do what Tara had done. She respected her nerve. And she was agreeable to sharing Uncle Ben with Tara. What did it matter anyway ? And, there was really no choice.
"Tara, show me those books you found in the attic before we go down to breakfast."
"I thought you were hungry."
"I am. But I'm more curious than I am hungry."
"Okay. Come on to my room. I've got the books hidden under my bed."
The girls went to Tara's room. They spent a half-hour poring over the pornographic books. Dianne, like Tara before her, had never seen anything quite like them. They giggled together. They whistled as they turned the pages, memorizing the various position of love.
"Goodness, Tara, look at that. You have to be an acrobat to do that."
"I'm gonna try."
"So am I. Hey, it might be fun, you and me both having him."
"Sure it'll be."
The girls went slowly through all the books. They were both excited and lusting when they finally put the books back under Tara's bed.
"Well, let's go down and have breakfast," Dianne said, with a friendly smile to her younger sister. She now felt close to Tara, closer than she had ever felt. The death of their parents had drawn them together, but now the mutual love they shared for their uncle drew them even closer together.
"You're not wearing undies, are you?" Tara asked.
"No. Are you?"
"No."
Giggling, they went downstairs to breakfast.