Chapter 3

"You were up pretty late last night," Harold Scharf said to his sister. "I woke up when y'came in. It was after four. What were you doin'?"

"Harold, mind your own little snot-nosed business," Addy snapped at her twelve-year-old brother.

Harold was very short, on the thin side, with rosy apple-cheeks just like his sister. He even had a pretty face rather than a handsome one, though his ears looked like a taxi cabs two rear doors when wide open. He had let his hair grow long to cover his ears and now looked more effeminate than ever. And this was a shame, because Harold Scharf was not in any way girlish. More than one boy his own age or older had suffered a bloody nose for having called Harold a sissy.

There was certainly nothing sissyish about the cock he sported between his slender thighs. And where other boys his age were first learning to jerk off, Harold had been pulling his meat for more than three years, and he was more than ready to use it in a hot, pulsing pussyhole. He knew more about sex than his father, mother, and sister combined.

"C'mon, Adelaide, what were you doin' with Shelly, huh? Maybe you were giving him what his wife hasn't given him for months."

"Harold, you have a filthy mind. And just what do you mean about his wife not giving him anything?"

"Ah, everyone knows Arlene's cut Shelly off. She's been turned off by him. She gets her jollies from some of his customers. He uses the customers' wives—when he can."

"What makes you such a know-it-all?"

"It isn't just me. Everyone in the neighborhood knows about the Darcy's. I figured you knew it too. But I guess you don't wanna know it."

"Close that filthy little mouth of yours. Harold, you're so disgusting at times."

"How do I rate being disgusting? Just 'cause I told you the truth? Hey, maybe I'm hittin' closer to home than I thought. Is it possible you really do got somethin' goin' with old hotshot Darcy?"

"What a rotten, dirty little mind you have, Harold."

"Hey, look, I wouldn't blame Darcy one bit. You're one of the best built girls I've ever seen. To tell the truth Adelaide, I wouldn't mind doin' somethin' with you myself, even if you are my sister."

"Wait'll I tell Mom and Dad," Addy snapped.

"What'll you tell them? You gonna say I said something naughty? I'll say you're makin' it up 'cause you don't like me."

"That's a lie and you know it."

"Not altogether a lie, Addy. I mean, you don't exactly like me."

"Stop talking like that. You're my brother."

"I mean y'don't even like me as a brother."

"Well you are a little snitch."

"If you gave me somethin' worthwhile, I'd be more'n glad t'keep my mouth shut."

"What d'you want, half my allowance?"

"Nah! I got more money than I know what to do with, now. All I do is either stick it in the bank or buy more film for my camera. Ever since Uncle Louis gave me his old en-larger and all those chemicals, I find picture-takin' is a lotta fun."

"And I suppose you'd like to take some pictures of me for that filthy rag you circulate among your friends?"

"Well hell, Addy. Nude pictures of you would bring me in two bucks a copy. And if you could get some of your girlfriends over here to pose, hell, I could end up gettin' ten bucks a copy for my little magazine."

"How you ever learned the printing business at your age ... "

"We gotta lotta uncles, Addy. Uncle Joey runs his own printing business. He showed me how to set everything up downstairs in the basement. The half of your allowance you're offerin' me ain't nothing compared to what I'm already earning with my magazine."

"Harold Scharf, if you ever take pictures of me with your rotten camera and put them in your magazine, I'll tell Mommy and Daddy all about it, and they'll take everything away from you."

"Yeah, but I'll always have those pictures, won't I."

"Stop dreaming, Harold. You don't have any pictures yet, and you never will if I can help it."

"As long as I'm dreaming, I might as well tell you I don't dream of only taking your picture, Addy."

"What terrible thing are you trying to say now, Harold?"

"Terrible? Hell! If you knew what I had in mind, you'd probably slap my face, but if you did what I had in mind, you'd probably go nuts, gettin' a big kick outta it, yourself."

"Harold Scharf, how could you think such things. I'm your sister."

"Yeah. You're my sister, with the solid knockers and the round little ass, and I'll bet you have a nice furry ring around that sweet little cunt you have between your legs, too."

"MOTHERRRR!" Addy yelled, "Harold is talking dirty again."

"I'm not doin' any such thing, ma," Harold called out to his mother, who was still in the master bedroom, lying next to her husband, Ed Scharf. "Addy's making it all up."

"Both you kids shut up and let us sleep a little longer," Ed Scharf snapped.

"See," Harold whispered, giggling. "You scream one more time and Pop'll really cream you."

"Harold Scharf, you get out of my room this very instant."

The boy walked to where his sister was still lying in her bed, deliberately sat on the edge, smiled down at her, and said, "Addy, you and me got the same blood going through us. I'm a hot little son of a bitch, which means you're a hot twat. Now before you start yelling for mom and dad, you just get this through your head. Some day I'm gonna fuck you. I'm gonna fuck you good and proper. And when I'm finished with you, instead of your yelling how lousy I am, you're gonna beg for more. An' because I'm so hot for you, I'm gonna give you all you want, until you probably wear me out."

"That is the filthiest, rottenest, most disgusting thing I have ever heard," Addy whispered back.

"Yeah," Harold laughed, and running his small hand over his sister's left tit, he squeezed it once through her shortie pajama, then jumped up and back before her hand could swat him.

Addy shuddered, watching her brother run out of the room. His touching her nipple had triggered something inside her. It brought back memories of Sheldon Darcy sucking on the nipple, and she began feeling the seepage come out of her pussy.

Oh God! She was hooked. She was really hooked. She was all the terrible things her mother said she shouldn't be.

She got her hot blood from both sides of the family. Her parents screwed away at one another hotly and heavily every chance they had. Her outburst with Harold had awakened them, and she knew they would be at it very shortly. Though she had never seen them at it, she'd heard them often enough. Her bedroom was right next to theirs.

There was a little hole in the wall between the two bedrooms, but her mother had hung a picture over it. The picture was hung in Addy's room, though. Her mother had figured Addy didn't know about the hole in the wall, and the picture would have looked funny hanging near the dressing table mirror on her side of the wall, so Rena Scharf had hung the picture in Addy's room.

All the times she'd listened, Addy knew her parents used to play games. Sometimes her mom would be the whore and her father would be the customer. Other times he would play the pimp who would con her into putting out for him so he could see if she was good enough to join his "stable." Or her mother would play the coy virgin.

As she listened that morning, Addy was surprised to hear her parents pretending to be brother and sister. They'd locked their bedroom door, but with her ear pressed to the wall, Addy could hear everything they said. This time she was determined to watch, as well.

Removing the picture from her wall, she pressed her eye to the hole and had a perfect view of the bed. Her parents were lying in it, side by side. Her mother had a shortie pajama on, just like she had, and her father was wearing his pajama pants.

"Eddie," Rena was saying, as their daughter watched, "don't do this. You know the folks could be home any moment."

"Who cares about them," Ed Scharf whispered, pretending to be his wife's brother. "I'm hot for you, honey, and you know it. Stop fighting me."

Rena writhed under the pressure of his heavy frame as it pushed her deeper into the mattress, but found it impossible to slide out from under.

"They could walk in at any moment," she gasped.

"But they won't," he whispered just loud enough for Addy to hear, as his lips kissed Rena's ear and his hand moved through her short, dark, curly hair. "C'mon, honey. You know you want it. Even when we were kids together, in the same bathtub, with Mom washing us, I used to feel myself get hard looking at you. I couldn't do anything in front of Mom and Dad, but now we're alone."

His lips kissed her mouth, and she hesitated, appearing to hold her own kiss back.

"I'm glad I have you alone," he whispered. "I had to try something with you this once. Don't hate me, honey."

"Oh Eddie," she sighed. "I ... I don't know what to do or say."

He gripped her jaw with his hand and turned her face toward his, pressing his lips to hers.

Addy could see her mother's mouth open almost instantly to accept her father's tongue as it slowly licked its way around her lips. Eventually Rena's tongue came out and began licking back, and Addy felt herself get hotter than ever.

"I feel so terrified about it," Rena whispered.

"It's a good thing, Rena," Ed replied. "You'll like it. You'll see."

"I ... just don't know."

Staring at the tableau, Addy felt herself getting hotter and hotter.

Go on, she thought to her mother. Go on and do it. Go on.

"Okay," she heard Rena finally say. "Teach me. Show me. Do things to me."

She wriggled her body against his, letting him open the buttons on the top of her shortie pajama. Rena knew her body still carried the lingering odor of the bath salts she had used the previous night, and she was aware how the pungent aroma would affect him. Already she could see the way his nostrils quivered.

Addy heard her mother start to urge her father to continue, whispering, "Go ahead, Eddie. I want it now. I really want it."

"Oh Rena," he breathed shudderingly, jamming his lips to hers and pressing his somewhat expansive stomach against hers. His fingers ran down the bare flesh of her body, slipping into the elastic waistband of her pajama bottom. As his mouth moved lower, his lips latching onto her tits, his fingers also moved lower until he was rubbing them through the tufted mound between her thighs, letting his fingers ease into her slit.

Rena's thighs parted all the wider, allowing Ed's fingers easier access, and she raised her ass, forcing her cunt against his probing fingers. Her own hands smoothed their way through his curly, dark brown hair. Like Darcy, Ed Scharf was going bald, but not quite as quickly. Her fingers curled themselves in the natural ringlets of his hair as his lips continued sucking a few moments longer on her chocolate-brown nipples.

Staring at her mother's tits, Addy decided she got her nipple-coloring from her father's side of the family. Her Aunt Sunny, who had boobs so immense she needed special bras made to hold them up, had gigantic pink nipples and aureole. She watched as her father's mouth now moved off her mother's nipples and began traveling down her mother's stomach. Hell, her father seemed to know as much about sex as Mr. Darcy. He even seemed to display a greater expertise, making Addy even hotter, fantasizing he might one day do to her what he was doing to her mother.

Ed's tongue was teasing Rena's navel now, bringing sighs of "Oh Eddie, Eddie," from her mother, who was squirming under the masterful way he lapped at her tanned body. Even now, in the winter, Rena's body seemed to keep most of the tan she acquired every summer.

Rena's torso was trembling as he let his tongue trickle across her abdomen, lapping and tasting until his mouth reached the top of the aromatic gash where his fingers had already found a temporary haven. The hair-surrounded pool of passion was dripping with erotic liquid.

His hands pulled her panties down and off, then he parted her thighs, and holding onto each with one hand, moved between them. His fingers rubbed the smooth, silken softness of her tanned inner thighs as Rena's breath came out in short, choppy, shuddering exhalations. Her entire torso writhed madly as her head bounced against the pillow. Addy noted her mother's eyes were tightly shut, her lips were pulled back revealing gritted teeth, and her fists were clenched. Rena lay there, her heart pumping as she anticipated the first slurping advance against her shivering, leaking slit.

As she felt his breath come closer to her labial portals, she raised her asscheeks from the mattress and began rotating her pussy before his eyes. She could feel the barest touch of the tip of his nose as it lightly moved along her opened, slick, streaming pussylips. Her hot labia seemed to beckon him in as they fluttered like moth wings.

A gasp escaped her as she sensed his trembling fingers deftly separate the rich, pink, meaty slices of hairy softness protecting the infinite depths of her tasty quim. As his fingers separated her sweet cuntlips, Rena writhed, feeling the cool air in the room whoosh into her blistering center. This was instantly followed by the heat of his breath as he gently blew into her flaming recess.

"Oh God!" she muttered. "Oh God! Eddie, I can't stand any more of this. Do something!"

She all but slammed her pussy into his face, feeling the way his nose moved between the slickness of her seething labia.

"Yes," she whispered in a strangled voice. "Do it!"

Addy knew how her mother felt. She could feel her own pussy rumbling between her thighs, vicariously sympathizing with her mother. Remembering how good it felt when Sheldon Darcy had tongued her own twat, she was anxious to see her father render lip service to her mother's anxious hole. Her body was trembling, and she pressed her own fingers between her thighs, under her shorty pajama pants, into her crack.

Rena was trembling violently, gasping loud enough for the sound to penetrate the thick walls of her bedroom. Her voice rasped deep in her throat as Eddie tugged at her delicate nymphae, parting them just enough so he could push his head forward and fit his cool tongue into the hot slot. He pushed his oral digit up and in, as far as it could go, pressing against her pelvic bone with the bridge of his nose.

"Eddie, Eddie," she hoarsely gasped. "Push that ... tongue all the way in. Ream out my pussy."

Rena's legs suddenly went up in the air and began pumping madly, as if she were riding a bicycle. Addy could see her mother's toes curling tightly as she pressed her hot thighs around Ed Scharf's head, squeezing it tightly as his lashing tongue lapped deeply into the tender, tasty expanse of her teeming cunt. Scharf's hands were cupping the round cheeks of his wife's ass, squeezing the round, plastic-pliable mounds, causing them to tremble like Jello between his fingers. His tongue slithered in and out with greater speed and effort, making Rena's butt shiver in appreciation.

Addy watched her father move one hand so he could slide a finger into her mother's frothing pussy and wiggle it around. She also noted he was soaking the forefinger of his other Hand in her quim juices, letting it get properly lubricated before pressing it against her completely exposed asshole. With a single, well-aimed thrust, the finger pushed in past the sphincter and buried itself up to the second knuckle in her hot, tight, crushing bung.

"Eyaaaahh ... " Rena yelped as his finger wiggled around inside her ass.

She was rotating her tail clockwise as Ed's finger moved counterclockwise.

"This is the best ... " she squeaked out. "This time is the best. You're terrific, Eddie."

Addy watched as her mother trembled, thrusting her body back and forth against his finger while moving her ass circularly to get the full benefit of her husband's lapping tongue.

"Ayaaaarrggghhh!" Rena suddenly screamed as she went into the wild throes of orgasm.

She writhed and squirmed and shuddered, as her on-looking daughter felt more and more heat travel through her body. Addy kept rubbing her fingers in her own squishy slot, but it didn't seem to be doing much good. After what she'd undergone with Darcy, added to what she was watching now, simple masturbation would never be enough.

"No more," Rena was sobbing softly. "No more."

Her hands were pulling at her husband's hair, trying to dislodge him from her squirting nest. Ultimately he surrendered and raised his dripping face from the warm, soft confines of her satin thighs.

"Fuck me," Rena begged. "Fuck me, now."

Yes, Addy screamed inside herself. Fuck her! Let me see what it looked like. Show me how I was manufactured.

Rena's thighs were wide open invitations as she twitched her ass from side to side on the bed, inviting her husband to dick her. Her outstretched arms were pleading with him to come into her.

Eddie came down on top of her into her mad embrace. His mouth cemented itself to hers. Both pairs of lips were wide open, allowing their tongues to move back and forth between their oral caverns. Each sucked hungrily on the other's tongue as Ed poised his cock at the ellipse of her shimmering snatch.

Rena's legs remained wide apart and quivering, waiting for him to stab her so she could wrap those thighs around his body and lever her ass from the bed in a mad pumping move. As it was, her tits pressed strongly into his hairy chest, her elongated nipples plunging through the jungle to rest against the hot flesh of his own breast. Her hands held themselves tightly around his head, her teeth all but biting his lips when her tongue wasn't in play.

"You ready?" he asked, throatily.

"Oh God! Am I ever ready," Rena told him.

"Daddy, don't be so stupid," Addy quietly whispered, trying to urge her father to fuck.

Rena's hole was a tight thing, and Ed couldn't merely thrust his cock inside. He had to slowly urge it in, a fraction of an inch at a time, and Addy gasped, thinking how much tighter her own unused cunt was, and how much thicker Sheldon Darcy's cock was. Her father had a nice-sized pole, but it wasn't the length or thickness of that monstrous meat attached to Darcy's crotch. Not that Addy pitied her mother, since it was obvious her father was a true expert when it came to things like this. But Rena would have envied her daughter had she seen the thickness of Darcy's hot cock. She would also have punished Addy severely. But now Addy wondered whether it would be to teach her a lesson, or simply out of spite because she, Rena, had such a strong moral upbringing, she would never allow herself the luxury of another cock inside her. Addy intended enjoying Darcy's but she also intended enjoying many others, besides.

Her father's cock was almost all the way into her mother's tight, squirming pussy, now. It was nestling its full length in the simmering juices inside as Rena's arms wrapped themselves around her husband and pulled him close to her. Her thighs encircled his spine, tugging his ass closer, pushing that last fraction of an inch of meat into her with a noisy "thukk."

Rena was tingling from her toes clear up to her belly button as Ed's heavy cock began sliding back and forth inside her. Unlike her daughter, Rena was unaware of the difference in the sizes and shapes of full-grown cocks. As far as she was concerned, this was the fattest, longest, most penetrating prick in the entire world. Her belly felt as if it were on fire; as if a cauldron had been ignited in there.

Ed's flat ass raised and lowered in a rhythmic beat as he ploughed deeply into his adoring wife. He slammed into her with vehemence, making her writhe in tortured delight. She felt him screwing in, hard and long, feeling the wonderful way his tool seemed to cleanse every portion of her inner cunt as it pumped wildly, almost viciously, into her again and again. She could feel the way her own sticky interior clung to his reaming pole, almost stripping the outer layer of skin from it because of how tight it was inside her.

Now Rena unwound her legs from behind her husband and planted them flat on the bed, driving up all the harder to meet his constant, powerful down plunging. She felt him grinding her juicy body far into the soft mattress. Had there not been so much give to the mattress, the pressure of his pubis against hers might have broken her pelvic bone.

But Rena gave as good as she got, slamming her cunt back hard against his ramming cock. He seemed to be pulling farther back and plunging in ever deeper now, as if his cock had grown to new, longer lengths while locked inside her. When he plunged forward, it was as if his long, hard staff was actually probing up into her anxious belly.

Rena had no idea the huge cock could grow so immensely, and she was even more amazed she could contain every last bit of its plunging length. Her sucking crack seemed to be making slurping noises she continued to nurse on his weighty male bone. She felt it slide wonderfully in and out of her tingling hole as he leaned forward and began chewing her chocolate nipples.

"God," he muttered, "you have such great tits."

"They're too ... uhhh ... small," Rena gasped.

"They're just the right size for me," he told her, breathing heavily.

But mine are bigger, Addy thought, watching the way her father expertly mouthed her mother's nipples. Not even Darcy had been that good. Addy had to admit, when it came to knowing the right way to do things. There was no man like her father.

Rena felt her husband's cock getting even thicker, and she knew blastoff time was only moments away. One thing she and Eddie had never been able to do was come together. Sometimes she came first, sometimes he came first. Not that it mattered since if she came first, she writhed and wriggled until Eddie unleashed his sperm into her hot cunt. And if he came first, he would always go back down on her, even if it meant licking his come out of her hole. And he would go on licking until she concluded.

This time he was coming first, and she shuddered, feeling his ass thud all the harder against her body. And then the swollen cock seemed to blow up inside her as flashes of hot, soothing blam came barreling into her, splashing against her clinging walls, inundating the cervical mouth deep inside, washing all over with its heated contents, making her own heat increase.

"Ayaaaghhhhrrrghhh!" she screamed, suddenly feeling her own climax bubble up right behind his.

She wasn't coming with him, but it was immediately after him. As he grunted a loud, "Uurrrfffff!" with every hot load of come shooting out of him, she continued screaming her own passion, overjoyed to be able to come while feeling his heated juice continue shooting into her.

Addy felt jealous of her mother for the first time in her life as she put the picture back and turned away.