Chapter 6

Lying in her own bed, safe and sound, Addy wondered haw Darcy had gotten away from his wife that night. She also wondered why Marty Vito hadn't come home. What excuses had the two men made to their wives to keep them from becoming curious? Whatever it was, it wasn't good enough as far as Addy was concerned. Fooling around with married men could only lead to lots of intense trouble. Far better for her to start the trouble than to have some irate wife file a complaint against her.

She was totally relaxed. The three super-orgasms, in addition to the many small ones, had really knocked her out. If the three men hadn't helped her dress, she might not have been able to do so. It was Vito who walked her back home, slipping her a twenty dollar bill as Darcy had done the last time. It made her feel like a whore. Worse, it made her feel like a cheap whore. Was twenty dollars all she was worth to those three men? Especially after the ordeal they'd put her through?

Addy fell asleep and had nightmares of giant penises squeezing their way into her tight cunt, widening her until she could no longer hold normal ones. She awoke three different times while it was still dark out, feeling the sweat trickle down her body.

No damn wonder Arlene Darcy was as loose as a goose in her hot twat. Darcy had pumped her there so often, his was the only cock to snugly fit inside. And yet, Arlene, for all her looseness, couldn't stand her husband's thick cock any longer. She played around with Darcy's clients; men with normal pricks, in the hope her cunt might shrink somewhat to normal breadth. Sheldon Darcy had a fat one, all right. Addy was willing to bet most of the professionals gave him a wide berth after seeing his gigantic tool.

In any case, Addy had to end this thing with Darcy and the others, and end it quickly. Her only hope was Harold, her twelve-year-old brother with the candid camera and the more-than-candid smut magazine he published in his "underground" office.

Aside from Addy, no other female knew Harold was the publisher of the dirt and gossip rag he called SEX. If Harold's parents ever found out, they would not only rip out his printing equipment, which he kept hidden in a sub-basement room, but would punish him severely. Not that Harold cared about the punishment. The loss of his printing press would also mean the loss of his income.

The only others to know about Harold being the publisher of SEX were three of Harold's close friends, all of whom helped gather articles for the magazine. More than one unauthorized picture had appeared in SEX because one of the boys had sneaked into an alley between houses and found a bedroom window with the shades up.

Harold was a boy way ahead of his time. He would have made the editors and publishers of the heavy porn newspapers very proud of him. Considering he was only twelve years old, he had learned everything quite well, including the transfer of a photo to paper in the magazine.

His friends delivered the smut rag to the nearby newsstands and got a quarter apiece from the news dealers who promptly retailed it for a dollar. And every issue of every magazine sold out because the people in the neighborhood were all curious about which of their neighbors was doing what to whom. Divorces had been granted because of SEX. Heads had been broken. Cheating wives had been severely beaten, and cheating husbands had been shot.

Harold was able to run off seven hundred copies of the magazine each month. He grossed a hundred and seventy-five dollars. He paid each of his friends twenty five dollars, and spent thirty-five dollars a month on materials and film. That left him a clear profit of sixty-five dollars each month, which, for a twelve year old boy, wasn't bad. He got a tremendous kick out of doing it, which didn't hurt, either. And the photos he had of naked women filled two cabinets. He was still too young to consider using them for blackmail, though the idea was coming across to him. He figured when he got a little older and was able to approach these women better, he would make his move. He wasn't interested in blackmailing for money. Hell! He wanted cunt.

For instance, he had photos of Sheldon Darcy's wife, Arlene, making it with Martin Lehrer while Lehrer's wife had still been alive. Darcy might not have minded his wife screwing around with a client: that was business. But when she gave freebies to neighbors, it was just like cheating. Darcy would have whacked the shit out of her for doing what he, himself, was doing, anyway.

The Darcy family was only one of four hundred that lived in the immediate neighborhood. And then there was the not-so-immediate neighborhood whose people came into the neighborhood to "visit."

Where the women were too old, ugly, or uninteresting, Harold Scharf printed the information, with photos, in his magazine. But where he thought he might be able to get a good piece of ass a little later on, when he was a bit taller and stronger, he kept the photos under wraps. Beneath his angelic-looking exterior was the most devious mind for three hundred miles around.

Addy knew she had to be subtle. Walking in and saying, "Harold, let's fuck," would have made the boy more than suspicious. He had to be made to think he initiated the plan, himself. He had to be made to believe he had done the seducing.

When she finally woke up late, Sunday morning, Addy was surprised to find her parents weren't home. Then she remembered her father saying something about going out and looking at houses. They wanted to move.

Her parents would be gone all day. Harold was downstairs in his sub-basement printing shop, working on his magazine. He always had to work when his parents weren't home. He didn't want to risk their hearing his printing presses rolling.

Checking the clock on her little dressing table, Addy knew Harold would be up shortly. It was quarter to twelve, and Harold's stomach had a clock of its own. At twelve on the dot it always started to growl. He would come up looking for something to eat. Out of habit he would check to see what Addy was doing. She knew he was always straining to get a look at her naked body. He was hornier than a deer's antler.

There were minute cracks in the bathroom door, against which he would press his eye to look and see her when she came out of the shower, after drying herself off. Luckily the cracks were much too slim for him to press a camera lens against. Addy always knew when her brother was looking at her. She had been shocked the first few times and kept quiet in the hope he would go away. But when he continued his voyeurism, she decided to tantalize him a little, and whenever she knew he was looking at her, she put on a one-girl show. She would take her time powdering her body, turning and twisting, giving him the barest view of her breasts and full view of her buttocks. She never let him see more than the hairs of her pubis as she powdered her thighs, and she knew he was just itching to see more. Well today, brother Harold was going to get more than an eyeful.

Taking care of most of her sanitary needs quickly, Addy had the shower going full blast by the time Harold came up from the sub-basement. She took her shower quickly, then turned the faucets off and stepped out of the tub. The light creak of a floorboard under the hall carpet told her Harold was standing outside of the bathroom door, peering in. Good! She had him watching. And he could watch as long as he pleased this particular day because their parents weren't home to catch him peeping.

She took a towel and proceeded to dry her crotch, putting one foot up on the toilet seat while facing the door, letting him see the pinkness of her pussy.

The sound of Harold's gasp was very audible, even with the door between them. She was giving baby brother the treat of his life.

She dried each breast carefully, squeezing the pinkness around each nipple, making the nipples swell and stand up. She knew Harold would have a full-sized erection, and he'd have to press it down to keep it out of the way, or else he'd be forced to stand away from the door.

As if she were blithely unaware of the boy's presence, she stood in front of the mirror and brushed out her long, brown hair. Then tossing her robe over her shoulder, she opened the bathroom door.

Harold Scharf stood there, his face red with embarrassment.

"Harold," she screamed, pretending modesty by pulling the robe in front of her. "What are you doing here?"

"I ... just came upstairs now," he gulped.

"I didn't even know you were in the house," she lied, turning away from him and covering her rear with the robe.

She headed for her room, noting he was walking after her. Not bothering to shut the door, she turned, dropped the robe, and said, "You always had a filthy little mind, Harold. Well, you want to look at me so badly, look! Take a good look. You ought to be ashamed of yourself."

"Addy," he gasped, "you're so ... sexy. You're so ... God! You have a great body. Don't cover it up, Addy. Don't cover it up."

"Why? So you can go get your camera and take pictures of me?"

"I won't take pictures, Addy. Honest! Just let me look."

"All right," she nodded, dropping onto the bed. "Look to your heart's content."

He approached her, staring at her body, letting his eyes rove up and down, back and forth. His face was so close she could feel him breathing, and the air began to arouse her. He was staring at the nipple of her right tit, licking his lips, almost dribbling.

"You're beautiful," he whispered. "And you're terrific for letting me look at you. God, you look so great."

"You're getting to be a big boy, Harold," she murmured, watching his eyes rove along the flatness of her stomach.

She saw him take a deep breath, inhaling the cleanness of her freshly-showered body. He continued breathing in her essence as his face moved lower. She purposely opened her thighs, letting him peer between them, breathing deeply, smelling the sweet aroma of her watering pussy.

"That's a great-looking cunt," Harold muttered, half out of his mind with desire.

"Let's be fair about this, Harold," Addy said. "You've been looking at me, but you won't let me see you. Why don't you undress, too?"

Harold couldn't believe it was his formerly-prudish sister talking. He stared at her in amazement.

"Do you mean it, Addy?"

"Of course. In fact, with ma and pa out of the house, I might, I just might let you touch me."

"Oh God!!!" he breathed, and she could feel the hot breath from his nostrils pour out all over her pussylips. "Addy, I'd give anything ... anything to be able to touch you."

"Would you really, Harold?" she asked, with a sugary coating to her voice.

Harold was so rapt in his desire to touch her, he was no longer thinking clearly. He had become a slave to his passions. Later, when he would be able to think rationally again, he would realize his sister had deliberately conned him into this, and was getting as much, from their joint relationship as he, if not more.

"Let me touch," he begged, reaching out with a hand.

"Not until you undress, Harold," she teased.

It took him less than twenty seconds to drop all his clothes on the floor. Addy saw his spring loaded cock jut out in her direction, and she was amazed at the size of it. It was fully as large as anything sported by either Lehrer or Vito. And it was thicker. It was as thick as her father's solid prong. It wasn't quite as long, but given time, Addy was certain her brother's phallic probe would be both longer, and thicker than her father's. In fact, it would probably end up rivaling that of Sheldon Darcy.

Things were turning out much better than she'd expected. To think, she would probably be able to have that cock of Harold's anytime she wanted. And she would be able to enjoy it as it grew longer and larger. All she had to do was make certain she wasn't available too often. She didn't want him tiring of her.

Rolling onto her belly, Addy turned her head around and smiled at her brother, saying, "Go ahead, Harold. Touch."

The twelve-year-old boy was shivering as he neared the bed. Addy could see he was trembling with desire for her. She was going to make this a day Harold would never forget.

He sat on the edge of the bed and put the flat of his hand on her back. She could tell from the anxious pressure he knew absolutely nothing about what to do. She would have to guide him.

"Rub my back, Harold," she instructed, and felt him place his second palm near his first.

He began applying heavier pressure with his hands as he worked his fingers over her velvet flesh, moving his palms up and down.

"Gently," she murmured.

Immediately she felt his touch become lighter and more arousing. He began to get the idea as she squirmed, and soon she felt his fingers become erotic tantalizing digits. He let his fingertips tingle their way across her back, up and down, but mostly down. She felt the fingers moving lower and lower, and when he reached her buttocks, he began squeezing the two hillocks of firm, rubbery flesh, making her wriggle with delight. His small hands made his touch a sizzling flame. Addy squirmed with uninhibited delight.

And then she felt his hands pull her spherical ass mounds apart as he lightly probed between them with his fingers. He was staring at her asshole pucker, letting the ball of his fingertip lightly rub it, sending icy shards shattering through her body.

And then, without warning, she felt him lower his face and lightly kiss each of her asscheeks. When she said nothing, Harold pressed his face between her rondular cheeks and licked at the crevice between them. Addy felt static electricity charge up and down her spine. His tongue, timid at first, dotted the cleft between her solid assglobes. Then, seeing the effect he had on his sister, Harold began licking more boldly, letting his tongue rub across her petalled rictus.

Addy sighed and completely relaxed her body, surrendering it to her anxious brother's mouth. She had him hooked, all right. She had him all the way. And right now she intended enjoying every little bit of it. She shuddered as he plunged his tongue deeply into her tight, squeezing rectum, moving the oral digit around and around, tasting the scented soap she'd used to wash herself out.

He began lapping hungrily, his tongue pushing into the crosshairs of her anal enclosure over and over. Addy thrilled to the talented way he took to ass licking. His tongue was considerably smaller than those of the three men who had known her. It fit more easily into her anal indentation. He was making humming noises in his throat as he lapped, and the sounds made Addy all the hotter, knowing it was her own body doing this to him. She could feel his dribbling secretions drip into her asshole as the point of his anxious tongue shoved the slick lubricant in.

"Addy," he muttered, "Addy, you're so lovely. Gosh, I dreamed of this for so long. Oh golly, Addy, you're terrific."

"You aren't half-bad yourself," she murmured back.

Abruptly, Addy spun onto her back. Considering the attention Harold was giving her ass, she was afraid he might suddenly get the urge to plough into that hole. Though she was capable of reaching an anal climax, she knew Harold would shoot fast. If he was going to shoot anywhere, it was going to be in her aching pussy.

Harold sat up and let his eyes travel the full length and breadth of his sister's body. He stared at the tender pinkness of her nipples and the halo of equal pinkness surrounding each of them. Each tit looked like a mound of vanilla ice cream topped by a rosy cherry with strawberry syrup pooled around it. His mouth watered as he reached out and compressed one of her nipples between his thumb and forefinger, feeling how hard it was, yet how like an eraser it seemed to give slightly.

Addy shut her eyes and worked her body against the bed, letting Harold know he was doing something right. Hot flaming seepage seemed to twist through her as he continued to aggravate the same nipple. Her thighs opened slightly, giving him a clear, close view of her seething cunt.

"Addy," the boy sighed, "oh Addy, you're terrific."

He leaned forward and took the rubbery capsule of her tender nipple between his lips, and Addy felt more electricity shoot through her as her brother's mouth kissed the sensitive extension. He compressed his lips tightly around it and pulled, gently at first, then harder when he saw she didn't object. And Addy felt the oral pressure of his mouth reach into her and claw its way through her. There was something extremely erotic about her younger brother.

When Harold's tongue flattened itself against the tip of her nipple, Addy began going insane with sensation. She thrilled to the way he began sucking, soaking the pink bud with his saliva.

Addy allowed her head to loll from side to side. Her long, brown hair splayed out under her, looking very much like a dark halo. Prurience seemed to soak into her body, igniting her very soul. She bounced and churned on the bed as Harold continued sucking.

She noticed his knees were toward her, and she reached out and grabbed the erect poker of heated flesh between them.

"Wow!" she heard Harold almost wheeze as his mouth left her nipple for only a moment, it returned instantly and continued sucking, though his youthful thighs opened wide to allow her hand better access to his throbbing prick.

His pubis was still hairless, but it didn't make his penis any less hot. She could feel solid white heat blister its way through the rod. And the more she squeezed it, the better it felt. It was thicker than she could have hoped it might be, and .it was fully and completely erect. Her hand squeezed and squeezed it, making Harold pump his body back and forth on the bed.

She felt his mouth sucking her nipple with heavy pressure now. Any stronger and he would be using his teeth to bite right through. His lips seemed to part wider, allowing him to suck in her entire tit; an amazing feat considering how small his mouth always appeared. His teeth scraped her soft skin as her nipple massaged the back of his throat.

Addy's breast thrilled and shuddered in response to the way her brother was sucking. He had a natural oral ability that put to shame the experience of the three other men who had fucked her. Her head began flailing madly as the flames inside her mounted to greater heights. The hot prick gripped tightly in her hand was being rubbed up and down with greater speed as her fingers crushed down tightly to test its solidity.

Her experiences with the other men had taught her many things. One of these things was to locate the most sensitive part of the phallic prod. This she did now, letting her fingertips wander up and down along the underside of her brother's hot cock. One of her fingertips circled the sensitive coronal ridge of his pink glands, causing colorless liquid to bubble out through the sightless eye. This liquid she rubbed all over the heated dome, making it glisten as if shellacked. She could feel the heated blood pumping into his tiny sacs, making his already hard staff like rigid steel.

Addy felt her brother's mouth continue to nurse at her breast. She tingled as a hand of his slithered down her belly. Her breathing quickened involuntarily when his finger touched her belly button.

"Ooooooh Haroldddd ... " she squealed, letting him know he was reaching her. Her grip on his burning poker became all the more tight fisted, rubbing the organ with stronger friction.

Harold was chewing on his sister's tit as if he intended swallowing the rubbery point. Addy could feel the tension in his jaws as they clenched around the thickly-swollen nubbin. But through it all she felt he was careful not to bite down too hard.

She shuddered as she felt his hand slide down across her flat tummy and into the jungle of her pelvic curls. And all the while his tightly-pressed lips continued pulling on her tingling nipple. Without raising his head, he reached into her dark thatch with his fingers, stroking the soft flesh beneath, making her squirm with even more heat. His hand moved to one side and rubbed the inner part of her right thigh, and Addy shuddered. Her brother was more bold than she had thought. But then she realized it wasn't boldness so much as heat, when his hand jumped across the gap of her pouting pussylips and began rubbing her other thigh. One finger moved into the crevice where her leg was joined to her body. Addy shivered, tensing and shivering as her brother's seeking fingers seemed to touch just the right places. Maybe Harold had never had anything to do with a girl before, but he was probably well-read on the subject, and he was putting his reading to good use. Her torso wriggled and shook, trembling from the sensual examination. She wanted to feel his finger delve into her pussy and rub her vellicating clit. Yet, she had to admit to herself she was enjoying the way he was taking his time, thrilling to the manner in which he tormented her; almost, but not quite, touching the blistering core of her sexual self.

Her fingers rubbed another blob of colorless ointment, seeping from his tiny slit, into the burning flesh of his aching rod, rubbing more and more of it against the hot cock until the entire length of penis shone in the bright sunlight bouncing off it. Dimly, she wondered if Harold's prick tasted good. She began salivating at the mere thought of possibly sucking his dong. She knew he'd be more than willing, and would probably try to shove it down her throat if she suggested it to him.

Her nipple began to hurt. She wished he would switch to the other one. It had received no attention at all, while this one was getting too much attention. She felt she would tilt to one side if she would stand up.

As if reading her mind, Harold's mouth released her nipple and roved across her body to feast on the other one. Addy felt her hot blood charge into the spongy, yielding flesh of her nipple as it enlarged and probed between Harold's lips. She quaked as his young tongue lapped at her hardening, sensitive stud of flesh as new, explosive sensations continued to fill her.

She felt his wandering hand suddenly move onto her seething cunt as the heel of his palm rubbed through the hairs on her pubis. Her hot nether lips yielded to the pressure as his hand rubbed against the furry mound. She could feel the slit between her labial slices trying to open and suck one of his fingers into her. But either Harold was still afraid to probe inside, or he was totally unaware she really wanted it. Perhaps it was both.

She felt his cupped hand press down against her swollen pussylips, rubbing back and forth as his middle finger kept teasing the slick opening between as if threatening to plunge inside. She could feel the heel of his hand now press on her pelvic bone as his palm massaged her aching clit.

Addy opened her thighs even more, parting them so the full width of her seeping pussy was available to her brother's searching fingers. All the while her hand was playing with his erection, sensitively feeling the way it throbbed, not wanting his sperm to shoot into open air. With her other hand she tugged on the back of his head, running her fingers through his hair.

"Ooooh Harold," she squealed, "where did you learn to do all this?"

"Mmmmmphhh," was all Harold could say, his mouth filled with her tit.

But he was trying to lie down beside her now as he pressed his hot, youthful thigh against hers. And the sensation of him, pressing himself against her, made Addy thrill all over. In return, she turned her torso a little toward him, making things even easier for his mouth and fingers.

In the bright sunlight streaming in through the second story window, the two of them began caressing one another even more intimately. Harold's fingers were rimming her cuntlips now, though still not going in, while Addy's hand all but tore his solid prong out by the roots. Her hand felt so comfortable around the pulsing rod, and she felt wonderfully chilled by the way his fingers continued to move around her aching cunt. And all the while he continued nibbling her nipple in a way she could almost scream.

And then she lurched as she felt a finger part her seething vaginal flaps and disappear into the deep, mysterious darkness of her cunt. From the way his other fingers pressed her pussylips, Addy could tell he was plumbing her sexual depths with his middle finger. She felt it slide as far in as it could go.

Addy felt her entire self began to melt as she writhed herself against the probing finger. It felt so very good. It was considerably tinier than the prick she knew would shortly be entering her, but the way he wiggled that finger inside her made her want to scream out loud. She felt it work its way back and forth in her hot channel, pressing against her sucking membranes. He seemed to be well aware of what he was doing. His finger pressed up against the top of her hot hallway, probing ever deeper as if trying to puncture her cervix at the same time.

She gasped as his finger moved violently around inside her stopping trench. And the other fingers seemed to be reaching down, rubbing her perineum and the lower part of her buttocks where his tongue had probed a bit earlier. His thumb and pinky each sank into a buttock, digging in there in order to give him better leverage. And because of the way he was pushing that finger into her, she was feeling a flood of cunt juice pouring out all over his hand. Her entire groin was a swamp of outpouring pussy water.

Addy couldn't stand it. The finger wasn't enough. She needed more, and that more had to be cock. She turned even more toward him, still tightly clutching his phallic wand. With the fingers entangled in his hair, she pulled his head away from the tit on which he had been sucking and rubbed the full length of her anxious body against his. And then, all of a sudden, she raised a thigh and threw it across his body, trapping his hand in her hot cunt. Harold could feel the strain on his wrist and tugged his fingers from inside her so he could free his hand. Then they rotated a hundred and eighty degrees and Addy was on the bottom.

Using his hand to keep himself from falling off the bed, Harold pulled himself back a little. In doing so, he positioned his virginal cock directly over his sister's needy cunt. He actually screamed when her hand now pulled on the prick, tugging him closer and closer.

"Come on, Harold," she whispered. "This is what you've been waiting for. You've always wanted to fuck me. Well now you're going to do just that."

"Addy," he whimpered. "Oh Addy, Addy, I never thought I'd say this, but ... well ... I love you, sis."

"Oh shut your filthy little mouth, Harold," she teased, and tugged the cock until she felt the knob rub between her pussylips. She writhed her hips forward, feeling his hot little cock begin to penetrate.

"Holy shit!" Harold muttered as Addy felt his hot little probe push aside the tender gates of her cunnus.

She reached out and pressed both her hands on his asscheeks, tugging him ever deeper into her. He moved slowly, and it was sheer, delicious torture for the both of them. She only hoped he could contain himself long enough for her to come. Hell! If he didn't, she'd shove his little face into her snatch and make him lick out all his sperm.

She felt Harold finally take command of himself and suddenly ram the full length of his hot meat into her. It slammed into her, overpowering her with delicious waves of sensuality. She swallowed up the full, hot, hard length of prick, as her cunt eagerly sucked on it. It made Harold fall on top of her. They were joined together now more surely than when each had been a wandering ovum in their mother's ovary. They were tightly compressed, one against the other.

Addy kissed Harold full on the mouth, and he responded by shoving his tongue into her mouth. They began a tongue-battle, each tightly clutching the other.

Automatically, or so it seemed, Addy felt Harold shift a little as he put pressure on his knees and slowly began withdrawing his phallic plunger. When only the top of the glands remained between the doors of her vagina, he slammed his body against hers, once more shoving himself in to the hilt.

Addy's body felt as if it was awash in liquid flame. She had no idea what it was about Harold, but she was enjoying him a lot more than any of her three previous cocks. And then she realized, it was because she wanted it this time. She wasn't being forced. Harold, for all his seeming obnoxiousness, had asked instead of forcing her. And he was letting her know how much he loved being buried in her, even without words. The thrill of his penis stuffing her tight pussy was a wondrous sensation. He was moving inside her instinctively and not because of practice. He was crude, yet enthusiastic, wanting to please her because she had been so good and had given him what he'd longed for all this time.

Addy felt as if her mind were being buried, but it was such a wonderful burial. She felt herself surrounded with the contentment of being fucked by someone who really cared.

His hot spike began slamming in and out of her sucking pussy, lunging and stabbing harder and harder as he gasped.

"G-o-o-o-o-d-d-d ... " she heard him drawl. "A-d-d-d-d-y-y-y- ... you ... you ... you're ... uhhhhhh ... so ... fabul ... fabulous ... "

He was huffing and puffing as he violently plunged into her hot steam tunnel again and again. Addy could see he was oblivious to anything and everything other than the need to reach his first orgasm inside a hot, juicy cunt—her cunt. And the feel he was imparting to her made her no less anxious to reach her own pinnacle of wanton satisfaction. She thrilled to the way his piston pumped into her valve, feeling the way her cunt-muscles tightened and gripped his plunging pudendum. He stabbed into her with his masculine javelin again and again. For a boy of twelve he sported one hell of a tower of power between his youthful thighs.

She sensed the way Harold was stiffening, and realized he couldn't hold off much longer. This was something so totally new to him she was surprised he hadn't shot his wad the instant he'd stuck his cock into her. But the knowledge he was about to come thrilled her all the more, and it helped bring her own climax along.

Addy felt the orgasm rear up and hit her dead center, causing her to stiffen and squeal a loud, "EEEEEEEEEEEEyyyyyyyyyyaaaaa rrrgghhhhrrrrraagggghhhhh ..."

A maelstrom of delight shuddered its way through her stiffened body, gathering up every part of her and sucking her into its vortex. It made her realize all her previous orgasms were nothing when compared to the way this one blasted through her.

And then she felt the hot blasts of her youthful brother's streaming come as it flashed into her flaming cunt. She felt his muscles tighten with every shot as he rapid-fired so much of the heavy gism into her, it began bubbling up and pouring out even though his shriveling rod continued pumping into her. His bare pubis, pressing into her hairy nest, made the sperm squish between them as it smeared itself all over their thighs.

Addy held Harold close to her, feeling his body, like a feather, resting on hers. She thrilled to the sensation of his tingling cock as it shriveled between her thighs. Her lips kissed his again and again, and she was glad to feel Harold respond. It meant that even after he'd come, he was still aroused by her. He couldn't get enough of her, in fact. For every kiss she gave him, she felt him respond with two.

Her arms surrounded him and held him close, and she felt his youthful arms hold onto her just as tightly. He was still shuddering with the delightful sensations caused by the first burial of his strong, young cock in a hot hole. And to think it was Addy's hole. She was one helluva sister, all right.

They lay that way, Harold on top of Addy, for more than fifteen minutes. Harold's wang had shriveled to the point where it had finally fallen out of Addy, but now, as he lay there, Addy could feel it hardening again. And she knew Harold would want more—lots more. But not yet. Not just yet.

"Harold," she whispered, blowing in his ear. "I need a favor. A special favor. And it's important to daddy, too."

"I'd do anything for you, Addy," he murmured.

"Harold, I was raped by some men," she told him, seeing the shocked look register on his face.

He rolled off her and lay down by her side, curious to hear what she had to say. So she told him what had happened between herself and Sheldon Darcy, and how he'd brought Marty Lehrer and Phil Vito into it. She explained about the land swindle as best she could, to where Harold understood enough.

"So what are we gonna do about it?" he asked, when she'd finished.

"We have to stop them, and at the same time keep daddy's name clean," she answered. "I mean, if either one of us just went to daddy and told him what these men were planning, they'd get even with me by telling daddy and everyone else how I seduced them all at the same time. And it's the word of the three of them against only me."

"Well gosh, Addy, just what do you want me to do?"

"You like taking pictures, Harold. Well I know these men. They aren't finished with me. They've found me young and helpless. By threatening me with exposure they're going to go on using me while they cheat Mr. Teichman out of that land and make it appear as if Daddy had something to do with it. But if you take pictures of them raping me, we can use those photos to show I did it all unwillingly. Then we use those photos to make them stop this deal. The pictures will also keep their mouths shut about me. And finally, we'll be able to tell Daddy what was going on, and he'll be able to deal directly with the syndicate that's willing to pay a lot more for that swamp."

"C'mon, Addy. You know Pa. He'd want to know how you found out about all this. And sooner or later he'd have you tellin' him what went on between you and Darcy. Only knowing Pa, he'll think it was all your fault. Show-in' him the pictures might convince him, or they might not. So what do we do about him?"

"There's only one thing we can do," Addy told her brother. "I have to make Daddy fuck me.

"What!!! Addy, you know how Pa is. He'd throw you outta the house and call you all kinds of things if you tried fooling around with him."

"Not if we get Daddy a little tipsy, first. And then, Harold, you, will once again take pictures. When Daddy sobers up, if he doesn't remember how 'he seduced me,' we'll show him the second set of photos with him and me."

"It might work," Harold nodded.

"It will work," Addy assured him. "Not only that, but we can have three-way fucking sessions afterward, with you, me, and Daddy. I can take on the two of you, believe me."

"I believe you, Addy. But I also want private sessions with you. Lots, of 'em."

"That's my brother talking, all right."

"Addy, I love you. I mean it. I'll never do anything to hurt you. But Jesus, I gotta have more of that cunt. Please?"

"Tell you what I'll do right now. I'll suck you off."

"Honest, Addy?"

"Cross my heart."

"Will y'let me shoot it into your mouth?"

"Will do."

"And will you suck the whole time I'm comin'?"

"Sure will."

"And will you ... well ... swallow it?"

"Yes."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

"Then I'll do anything you want, Addy. At any time."

"Now you just lay there and let me do all the work," she instructed.

Lying between her brother's spread-eagled thighs, Addy looked at his semi-erect tool. It really did look nice. She saw flecks of dried sperm. She'd take care of them.

With her fingers she began caressing the solid organ until it became completely rigid. Then she lowered her mouth to lick it, sticking her tongue out. The moment her tongue touched it, she felt Harold shudder. He squirmed and almost squeaked out the thrills he felt. New drops of lubricant formed at the tip and began seeping down the underside. Her tongue washed them off, licking away the residue of semen, as well. Harold trembled even more, and it gave Addy a sense of power, knowing what her mouth could do to that six and a half inch pipe of pink flesh. As her lips formed a circle around the corona, she felt the blood inside begin to pump madly. The only way this cock would come down would be with an ejaculation.

Popping her lips off the swollen head of the prick, Addy began lightly licking it up and down, all the way around. Her pink tongue lay flat against it and washed it from root to crown. The bare pelvis made sucking him so much easier. There was no hair to get in the way and catch in her teeth or tickle her nostrils. She lapped at his tight red scrotum, feeling the wrinkles without the many hairs that would eventually grow there. Then her tongue returned to Harold's cock, licking up to the bright pink knob on top. The skin was hot and flushed, and the way it was wrapped around Harold's solid prong made Addy think of a steel rod encased in a satin sheath. She licked and lapped, making him squirm and writhe with each bit of pressure.

Her tongue licked directly beneath the cap of his glands, lapping at the ridge of his rubbery corona. It made his thighs want to close in around her pretty face, but Addy kept her shoulders between them. She didn't want to have to explain how she got a fractured jaw to her parents, and she knew Harold's thighs would clamp so tightly closed they'd probably break her jaw.

She felt the rest of her brother lying on the bed as a totally helpless being. His hands were clenching and unclenching, wanting to grab her hair, but not daring to. She could feel his eyes on her as he watched in the dresser mirror across the room, staring as her tongue washed his oversensitive cock. She could just about imagine how it felt, recalling how wonderful it was to feel a tongue slide through the groove of her seething cunt.

Her tongue ran up and down the underside, making Harold tremble with want. Her long brown hair brushed against the insides of his white thighs, adding to the thrills he was feeling.

Once more her lips ovalled around the blunt point of his shuddering prick, sucking it into her hot, soaking mouth, and Harold bounced wildly, as if the heat was making his cock melt. Her lips and tongue sucked only the pink head, and the way Harold bounced around made Addy wonder whether he was going to erupt into a living pyre of flame. There was a strong sensual pleasure in being able to suck her brother's seething prong. It felt wonderful to have a prod of living, quivering, pulsating, steel-like flesh between her lips, feeling the way it depressed her tongue and scraped her palate. She especially enjoyed feeling him shudder as if begging for more each time her mouth backed off, surrendering the tingling cock to the coolness of the air.

"Suck me, Addy," she heard him beg. "Take my hot, hard, aching cock between those beautiful puckered lips of yours and suck all the scum right outta me. Oooooh-wowwww!"

This last came out as her tightly ringed lips went down again and sucked a bit more of his turgid, vibrating cock into her leeching mouth. Her tongue was rubbing against the underside so strongly, she wondered if she was scraping off a layer of sensitive skin. The hot flesh felt like smooth silk to her sucking lips. There was a stickiness seeping against the back of her tongue, and Addy knew he was lubricating, and heavily. Her throat was filling with the oily essence of him.

Addy rammed her head farther down, taking the solid, swollen, unbending meat farther and farther into her mouth, thrilling to the way the hot pole continually tickled her tongue. Her nostrils flared and quivered as they inhaled the scent of his former ejaculation mingled with the aroma of her own aromatic pussy. Had she not been so thoroughly fucked out by Darcy, Lehrer, and Vita, and then let Harold bring her on one more time, she would have been hot to trot all over again. As it was she felt a twitching in her cunt. But it was a twitching and nothing more. Oddly, Harold, with his one fuck, had drained her more than the three other men.

Even so, she was enjoying the oral attention she was giving Harold's cock. She could have sucked on the thing all day long. Better not to let Harold know about it, though. He might just make her do it.

Her hands wandered down to his balls as her mouth continued their wonderful sapping of his vitality. She felt them rest in her palm as the sac lay there, all ready to tighten up just before he was prepared to shoot. She caressed the balls tenderly, stroking and tickling them. Without losing a single stroke as her head pushed farther down, taking more of his heated prong into her sucking mouth, her tongue lapped at the top of his scrotum, complementing the way her fingers stroked the leathery sac.

More and more of Harold's pumping pole sank between his sister's lips with each bob of her working head. Since Harold's hands weren't holding her hair, she could bob her head at her own pace, taking as much of the wonder wand into her mouth as she chose.

Her nostrils were wide open, and she was able to breathe through her nose as she filled her mouth with her brother's luscious beef-roll. Now she could feel his spongy glands pressing against the back of her tongue, prodding against her throat. It only made her quicken her sucking. Her nose was almost to the bottom of the pole, about to press into his hairless groin.

While one hand continued squeezing, pumping and milking her brother's balls, Addy slid her other hand under her brother's ass. She could feel his asscheeks tighten, preventing her from gaining access to his asshole. It meant he was almost on the verge of coming. It made her tighten the grip of her sucking lips while moving her mouth all the faster up and down the seething pole. She wanted to taste his sperm. She had to.

She could feel his body wriggling and shivering. A pot full of heavy sperm was accumulating in his balls, boiling up and ready to charge through his tubes. She could tell from the erratic way he was bouncing that pressures inside his balls were increasing, swelling, and enlarging to massive proportions. His cock was his safety valve, and if he didn't blow off soon, he would completely explode. She knew the squeezing of her lips and the tickle of her hair against his thighs, added to the tantalizing of her fingers around his balls were taking their toll.

And then Harold was no longer passively accepting the way she sucked. He rammed his hips up and down, rubbing his prick between her lips and against her tongue with stronger pressure. The blunted roundness of his prick-point was actually pushing into her gullet, forcing it to open and accept his hotness. His erratic plungings into her mouth were deep and long, poking the point of his want into her esophagus. And Addy was more than happy to accept it.

"Addy," she heard him yell. "Addy, this is it, honey. I'm gonna ... ooooh ... come. Take it all, Addy. Swallow it all. Drink my hot, scathing come down your wonderful throat. Suck, Addy. Suck! You have such a great mouth. You have such a fantastic mouth. Suck ... suck ... suck ... oh yessss ... arrghhnggrruhyow!"

Addy felt the tight, throbbing twitch of his seething cock in her mouth as he rammed it all the way in and unloaded his gism. Her mouth slurped and drank up the hot thick spurtings of milk-white semen. She forced her mouth even lower, feeling the head of his cock twitch in her gullet as her esophagus-ring squeezed it and pumped it, pulling the juice out of it. She sucked his balls in as well, licking them with the tip of her tongue as the hot, pulsating tower of prick continued spasming and shooting wads of doughy come down her throat. Her throat pulled the gummy floods of liquid straight from the fiery point of his penis, swallowing all of it into her belly where it felt warm and wonderful.

Harold was totally rigid. Addy could feel every muscle in him helping him shoot his load into her mouth. His hands were tight fists as he shuddered in the insane throes of his climax. Addy could feel the pleasure shooting through her brother with the speed of light. She knew he got added enjoyment from the fact that she, his sister, was pulling his seed out of his cock with her mouth. His seething wad was going into his sister's belly via her mouth and not just her cunt. It was Addy's lips ringing his cock as her head bent in front of him in a form of obeisance. And all the while she continued swallowing; the contractions of her throat crushing his penal head with delight, making him wriggle all the faster. It was as if she were his slave for the moment, doing as he wished, concerned only for his animal pleasures.

Harold continued shooting into his sister's throat, his belly heaving up and down as he spurted blob after blob into her in a continuing staccato of orgasmic shootings. Even when there was no sperm left, he continued his contractions, still coming, still feeling wild sensations until the delight almost became painful it was so exquisite.

Addy sucked the last few drops from his cock; continued sucking for a good two minutes after that, then used her tongue to lap all around, making sure none of it had gotten away. She lapped and tongued his genital area again and again.

Harold wanted to go yet another round, but his cock refused to listen to him. It wouldn't grow again.

Addy knew he wouldn't be in the mood to shove his face into her muff at that point, but she didn't care. She had come so much in the past twelve hours, she figured another orgasm would leave her helplessly naked on her bed for her parents to see when they finally came home.

Taking her mouth from her brother's groin. Addy lay beside him on her bed, letting her palms rub his chest lightly. Harold merely lay back with his eyes closed, enjoying.

"You won't back out now, will you?" Addy asked.

"Hell, no," Harold told her. "In fact, I have fuel to add to your fire. I have photos of Darcy's wife screwing for Lehrer, and I'll bet Darcy doesn't know anything about it."

"I wonder if he really cares," Addy yawned.

"He cares," Harold assured her. "He cares one heck of a lot. Y'know, Darcy loves his wife in spite of everything. It'd really bug him if he found out she was giving away to Lehrer what he can't get out of her. The pictures I have already give us a kind of hold on Lehrer."

"But Lehrer's wife is dead. So all Lehrer has to look out for is Darcy, himself."

"I got more on Lehrer than that," Harold whispered confidentially.

"Huh?" she asked. "What d'you mean?"

"Lehrer's a necrophilia."

"What's that?" Addy asked.

"He likes fucking dead bodies."

"I don't believe it."

"It's true, Addy, honest. I have pictures of him screwing the body of his wife in its coffin when he thought no one else was around. It was the night she'd been placed on display in his house, for the wake. All the others had gone home, and I had been hanging around outside with my camera, waitin' to see if the wake would turn into an orgy. It didn't. But right after the others went home, I watched Lehrer get undressed in the living room, climb into the coffin, and fuck the body of his wife. Honest. I have the photos."

"How come you didn't use the photo in your magazine?"

"I didn't figure it would be any fun. I mean, there was no one around to sue Lehrer or beat him up."

"But it would really louse up this whole deal if you publish photos of Lehrer fucking the body of his wife, as well as the photo of him fucking Arlene Darcy. But then Darcy might come out in the open and take over the deal, himself. We need photos of Darcy and Vito, and maybe Nat Gulsey, the fourth partner doing something to someone. And I guess that someone's gotta be me."

"Addy, I'd never publish the photos of them doin' anythin' to you."

"You could always change my face if you published the photos. The real pictures would only be for the four of them to see, letting them know you'll ruin them if they don't let this deal fall through."

"Sounds okay," Harold admitted. "And we don't have t'worry about them comin' here and looking for the negatives, either. I mean, we'll be movin' away from here once ma and pa find another house."

"Harold, we're never going to let them know you're the publisher of SEX. You just leave everything to me."

"You sure you'll be all right?"

"I'm sure," she nodded. "You just do as I say, and take the photos when I say, and everything'll work out just fine."

"Hey, don't forget Pop."

"I haven't forgotten him," Addy assured her brother. "Just you don't go around taking pictures of him and me together."

"C'mon, Addy, even I draw the line somewhere."

"But where?"

"I wouldn't do nothing to hurt you, especially not after what happened here today."

"Harold, I'll tell you a secret. You're better than any of those three men who raped me. When you grow up, you're going to be so great, the women'll beg you to lay them."

"Yeah," he smiled, "but right now I'll settle for you."