Chapter 5
"I don't like the idea of it," Ellen said, feeling quite firm about it. Her feelings weren't going to have any effect on the situation anyway, so she figured she might as well make them known.
"We don't have any choice," Ted said, rather wearily. "I don't think it's such a bad idea; it would even be fun for a while."
"We've only got one bedroom!" Ellen cried. "And where are you going to study while they're here? Don't you think they'll interfere?"
"I told you," Ted said, weary because they'd already been over these particular points three or four times, "I can always study in the library if I have to. They know I have to study; I'm sure they'll be considerate."
"Well, it's still an imposition."
"Having them here will be something of an imposition, sure, but so what? Bob's my best friend-and one of yours, too-hell, if I hadn't been in the picture, you mighta' ended up married to him. You know that."
"Don't be so sure."
"You like him, don't you?"
"Of course I like him."
"Okay, he needs a place to stay for a while. I wouldn't turn him down even if I could."
Ellen was silent for a minute; she knew this to be fact.
"And Vivian's my sister," Ted added as an afterthought. "I couldn't turn her down, either."
"Well, I think I could," Ellen said.
"Why?" Ted demanded. "What's she ever done to you?"
"I find her a little hard to take, sometimes, that's all," she said.
"Why? What are you imagining now?"
"Oh, she's so damn sex-conscious, that's all. Ever since she began growing boobs she hasn't been able to think about anything except showing them off."
"You weren't around when she began growing boobs," Ted snapped, annoyed.
"No, but I was around when she became conscious that she had them-that's what I meant," she said.
"Okay, I'll tell Vivian that her boobs annoy you," Ted said.
"For God's sake don't tell her that," Ellen said. Ellen had developed a tendency to gripe a lot, but she never tried to hurt anybody's feelings.
"You don't have anything to complain about in that department, anyway," Ted said, reaching out casually to twist the end of one of his wife's tits through her dress. Ellen was skinny except for a broad pelvis and very large breasts. In her middle teens she had had to take hormones to get them to stop growing. She had to be careful what she wore lest she look overblown, blousy.
"It's not just her tendency to show off her breasts, anyway," she said. "It's her whole manner-you know, the way she tries to act like a sex kitten all the time."
"Oh hell," Ted said. "It's just a phase she's going through. I imagine all girls go through a phase or something where they have to learn how to act sexy-otherwise, how are they ever going to know how to do it?"
"I'm different than she is, that's all. If I'm around her too much, we seem to get into these personality conflicts. You know that I basically like her; it's just that living in such close quarters we might get on each other's nerves."
"Well, try to keep it low-keyed, as long as we've got to do it," he said. "I'm sure Vivian doesn't feel any animosity towards you."
"Well, I don't feel any towards her."
"Okay, fine," he said, ending the discussion.
Ted kept his eyes open to try to ascertain if his sister Vivian was all that sex-conscious and in the first week she and Bob were there he could find nothing that pointed to that. True, she never wore a brassiere, and when she walked around, her tits wobbled quite a bit, but she wasn't the least bit self-conscious about them.
With the four of them, their quarters were close if not cramped. For a second bed, they hauled a mattress out of the basement and laid it on the floor for Bob and Vivian beside their own bed. Largely because of this, Ellen said "no" every night that first week-too discomforted by the other presences in the room to cut loose and have a go at it-and then, since she was the one with a job and consequently had to get up first in the mornings, she'd fall asleep first. By the end of that week of forced abstinence, Ted felt like the horniest s.o.b. in Christendom, and, needless to say, the most sex-conscious.
Toward the end of the week, Ted lay awake after Ellen had gone to sleep, his mind buzzing as he tried to come up with a sex fantasy that would compare with his wife's flesh. Hearing Ellen's heavy, regular breathing, and most likely figuring that Ted was asleep too, Bob and Vivian would make love. Ted was soon privy to the fact that, far from play-acting or being kittenish, his sister put out like a real trooper.
One night Vivian was somehow aware that Ted was still awake-sensing it from the currents in the room-when Bob reached over and began to fondle her rump. She didn't move for a moment. Her first impulse was to whisper, "Don't, Ted's awake," but she knew that, just above her and not three feet away, he would hear her and that his feelings would be hurt if he took it as an indication that she thought he was trying to be awake and watch them, or something. Her second impulse was to shove Rob's hand away, which she promptly proceeded to do. But the hand came right back, only not to her rump-Bob's thought being that if her secondary sexual paraphernalia weren't quite responsive enough he'd have to attack the problem directly: his hand cupped her buns and his middle finger shot straight to the juncture of her thighs to tickle the pouting lips of her pussy.
When she still failed to respond properly, clamping her thighs tight rather than spreading them, Bob threw the covers back, pried her legs apart and proceeded to eat her pussy.
Vivian was horribly embarrassed, but what could she do? His nose buried in her muff, Bob had a firm bite on her clitoris, so to speak, having captured it between teeth and tongue, holding it against the back of his upper teeth and licking as if to take off a layer of skin. Ted shifted positions up on the bed, and, sure now that his eyes were on then and who could blame him? Vivian broke into a cold sweat. Her brother Ted had always been so critical of her. If you listened to him talk, his little sister couldn't ever do anything right-and if he had always criticized everything she'd done, Vivian thought, what would he think of this?
But jolts were pulsing through her body. His hands on the insides of her thighs, Bob spread her legs to their utmost and plunged his bristly snaking tongue into her seething thermal pudding. Vivian gasped. Her nipples, untouched by hands, stiffened achingly. She began to writhe, holding back her moans until she thought she would burst, and as her brother looked down on her heaving chest and wobbling teats she began to buck her hips, thinking, Hell with him, I'll throw Bob the best fuck possible and if he wants to think something critical, let him... suddenly, Vivian felt that she wanted her brother to admit to himself that even if she couldn't do anything else she could certainly screw. "Fuck me!" she cried, half unconsciously, seizing her lover's hair with both her hands and pulling him up onto her, "Fuck my cunt! Give me all of it! Oh! Oh! Hard! Fuck me hard!"
On Tuesday and Thursday mornings, Ted was in the habit of studying at home since his first class wasn't until two in the afternoon, and on the morning that Bob woke up with a violent toothache (which turned out to be an abscess) and immediately left to go to a dentist, Ted happened to be at home. Vivian grunted in groggy acknowledgement when Bob told her he was going and continued to sleep, since she never got up before ten-thirty or eleven. Ted studied distractedly, sitting at his desk in the living room. Shortly after eleven Vivian called out what time was it? and he told her. Several minutes later she asked for a cup of coffee. She had recently taken to drinking it and liked to wrangle a cup in bed if she could.
"Bob's not here."
"Well, why don't you bring me a cup?"
"And encourage your sloth?" Ted said. "Hah!" However, he wanted a cup himself and decided to take her one just to have the opportunity to point out what a lazy, spoiled brat she was. Which he did, although she failed to appreciate his saying it and told him to get out of the room.
Long after he'd finished his own coffee, Vivian again asked the time.
"It's eleven twenty-five. Why the hell don't you get up?"
"Why should I?"
"It's getting late," he said, as if that was reason enough.
Vivian didn't bother to answer and, getting a bit annoyed now, although only in part seriousness, Ted said, "If you're not out of there in three minutes, I'm going to come get you up."
"My ass," she said coolly.
Now, however much he raged or criticized or just plain bitched, Vivian was not exactly scared of Ted and when he appeared at the door of the room she merely said, "Get out of here." She didn't tense up but lay there in the same languor, flat on her back, her hands folded behind her head, even as he approached. Thus when he pulled the covers from her with one heave, she was caught unawares. Pretending nonchalance, she said, "When you've had an eyeful you can cover me back up."
His lips pursed, Ted stared at his sister's nakedness. He had one goddamn curvaceous sister, he had to admit. Her armpits formed hollows, filled with orange-red fluff which she had decided to let grow, and her breasts, full and womanly, had rolled to the side of her rib cage, pointing out at angles. Her violently colored muff glared at him like the sun, surprisingly fluffed-out as if she'd been lying there running her fingers through it.
"Not bad," he said.
Vivian couldn't tell by the tone in her brother's voice if he was being sarcastic or not. He looked at her with an oddly intent look in his eye, and it began to unnerve her. "Nothing you haven't seen before," she said, bravely, her heart fluttering into her throat. "When you've finished looking at it you can cover it back up."
"No," he said, his pursed lips playing into a devilish grin, "It's time for you to get up, I said." And just as his gaze got to her and Vivian pressed her knees together to hide the moist pink crinkle of her quim from him, Ted grasped one of her ankles with both hands and began to drag her off the mattress. Trying in vain to keep her legs together, Vivian grasped the corner of the mattress with one hand and reached for a pillow with the other. Kicking violently with her free foot, Vivian succeeded finally in making him let go, then she hopped to her feet arid began walloping him with her pillow, using all her might.
Now, what does one do when someone is hitting them with a pillow? When a panting and indignant female, her breasts wobbling in her exertion, tries to jar some of your teeth loose? You fight back. Fighting back, Ted seized one of his sister's pliant breasts in each hand and squeezed for all he was worth as the squirming fury beat him with great whomps on the head and shoulders.
Knocking his hand off her with her right, Vivian swung at him with the pillow which barely grazed the top of his head as the girl continued on around in a circle, leading with the pillow. Ted tripped her as she spun around, maintaining his clutch on her left tit, but failed to see the haymaker of a swing coming from the side It caught him in the head as the off-balance Vivian fell. He fell beside her, half atop her still clutching a poor mauled teat.
They lay side-by-side, panting. He got his breath back a bit before she did and had the presence of mind to tease her young nipple to turgid life before thinking he'd better let go of her.
"You didn't need to bruise my goddamn boobs," she said.
"You deserved it," he said.
"Like hell," she said, trying to elbow him in the balls. She missed and got him in the hip, figuring out just then from the position of his body just what that stiff object was, poking her in the side. Without further ado Vivian reached into her brother's trousers and squeezed his pecker. It was stiff. Vivian had never dreamed that her brother had such a big one, having never seen or felt it before in this state. Actually, it was a fairly average-sized one, which he wielded well.
"I guess I really turn you on, don't I?" she said.
"Naw," he said. "I'm just in a horny mood."
"No," Vivian said, craning her neck to look him in the eye, "I think I turn you on."
So saying, she did a half flip and was facing him, cuddled up in front of him as if in challenge, unzipping his pants to free his blood-swelled cock, handling it gingerly like an injured bird.
Vivian sensed that she had an advantage over her brother, for the first time since she could remember. "Admit it," she demanded. "I saw that look in your eye."
"Of course you turn me on," he said. "You have an absolutely gorgeous body and you know it."
Lying facing him, Vivian had thrown one of her legs over his hip and was idly rubbing the felt-tipped head of his cock up and down her slit, using it as a sort of sponge to spread the moisture around. "If I turn you on," she said. "How come you're always so mean to me?"
"I'm not mean to you," he said, rather too quickly.
"You are," she said, here removing his throbbing glans from her moistened cranny and rubbing the smooth now-slickened tip of it with her thumb. "You're always critical of me."
"I don't mean it," he said, truthfully, on the verge of fainting from what she was doing to his cock, afraid he might cream at any moment.
They were looking each other in the eye, faces flushed, neither of them shifting gaze: it was not a time to be shifty-eyed. He touched her cheek with his fingertips and then moved his hand to her shoulder, squeezing her gently. "I love you, Vivian, I'm quite fond of you-you should know that-older brothers aren't expected to be that demonstrative, that's all. Society doesn't allow it. There are a lot of things society doesn't allow.
"But I'm grown up now," she said. "I have adult feelings. To hell with society, anyway." She grinned suggestively.
"Well, you certainly have all the proper womanly attributes," he said, smiling wanly as he fondled her erect nipple with his thumb, "and they don't look bruised."
"My nipples are very sensitive," she said. "You don't know what that does."
"Mmm, I think I do," he said.
"Ted," she said, narrowing her eyes as if to pierce him, "Would you like to fuck me?"
Even if he hadn't swallowed heavily and looked a bit startled to have her put it to him so bluntly, she knew that he did, knowing it from the sticky driblets of sperm that had seeped from his cock if not from everything else he'd said and done lately. Without waiting an answer to her first question, she asked a second, a glint in her eye, perhaps wanting to maintain whatever upper hand in the matter she still had: "Well, do you think you can do a decent job of it?"
"If you don't jack me off first," he said, grinning.
But even as he spoke, Vivian was lifting her upper leg, which had been resting on his hip, and, her knee pointed at the ceiling, began to center his cock on her steaming pussy. She found the hole and hunched her hips when the pulsing head of his cock was properly pointed, but it snagged on something. She reached down with her other hand to pull a tuft of her hair out of the way, then stretched her hairlips apart with her thumb and forefinger in order to position her brother's cock at her creamy center, when she again hunched her hips, pulling the tip of his swelling cock into her with one hand. With the glans lodged and beginning to stretch her tight slick passage, she let go and began rocking her hips.
Ted began rocking his hips, too, and both bodies became smoothly undulant as his rockhard prong forced its way into his sister's tight goodie. It entered her bit by bit, the two coming together with naturalness and ease, Ted thinking, My God, she's a sensuous woman. With each new and tender prickthrust into her tingling pussy, Vivian murmured, "Mmmmmmm," as she rocked her hips, lying side-by-side with her sibling, her one knee pointed directly up at the ceiling.
When his cock was fully into her, his glans touched her cervix and their pubic mats intertwined: a perfect fit. Vivian began to work the muscle in her cunt that she'd recently learned how to use, making her cuntal folds nibble at her brother's dreamy cock. "Mmmm," she murmured. "You have a dreamy cock."
Ted gave his cock several large twitches, saying, "I don't remember ever dipping it into a nicer honeypot."
Vivian clasped his cock with her vaginal muscle she could use and tugged at him: in unison, they rolled over, Vivian onto her back. She shoved his trousers down over his hips and she began to caress his buttocks, feeling the muscles work as Ted began to grind slowly in and out of her. Her impulse was to ask him to fuck her nice and easy for a while first, but she sensed that he would anyway and so didn't ask. Her legs splayed out, she held his buttocks and ground her pussy slowly up and down on his slowly skewering cock, while he massaged her breasts and nibbled her earlobe, thinking what a sweet puss she has. It occurred to Vivian that Ted had never kissed her on the lips,-and kissed her on the cheek maybe once a year-and she suddenly wanted to be kissed on the lips. A swooning sensation suffused her being. She blinked and licked her lips. "Ted," she whispered, "kiss me.
He kissed her cheek, her brow, and then, his lips slightly parted, he touched her lips. Vivian opened her mouth and gobbled at his tongue, sucking at it and wanting to swallow it just as her twat was sucking at and wanting to swallow his slowly churning pecker. As her mouth became more feverish so did her cunt in her desire to be gagged and filled with Ted at both ends. One of her hands went to the back of Ted's neck as with her other she continued to caress his buttocks. She panted through her nose and rolled her head in circles as she began to buck her hips in fury, wanting it hard now, wanting to be fucked hard. Ted's balls slapped her anus as his thrusts became rapid, and her hips left the bed completely as she tried to grind herself up onto the plunger.
Their kiss ended as both began to gasp for breath. "You're doing a pretty good job so far," Vivian panted, clasping him tightly with her thighs.
"Just 'pretty good'?" he asked, and his feelings would have been hurt if he hadn't been enjoying it so much, and if Vivian's urgently undulant body hadn't told him that she was at the same place he was.
"There's still more," she murmured, and feeling blissfully giddy, added, "The best part's at the end."
From the way she clasped him and the way she had begun to buck at him, her slick twat tightly gripping his churning cock, Ted knew that she was tightly wound, that tension had fully charged her eager young body. He began to slam into his sister's foaming cunt with everything he could muster.
"Yes! Yes!" she gurgled. "Hard! Nice and hard!"
Further urging would have been redundant, for Ted, gasping, pounded her pulsating pussy, ironing out its folds with his ramrod cock. Vivian had been at a dizzy plateau for some time now and Ted drove into her in his aching determination to knock utterly aside whatever vestige of self-control she still had, grunting through his nose as he battered her quaking quim.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Vivian moaned as she neared the breaking point, tense and electrified as the coal of excitement glowed red-hot in her about-to-explode cunt. She squeezed Ted with every muscle she had and felt his piledriving cock give a mighty twitch and then another before his overload of jism boiled over and blasted into her shattering her. "Ahhhh! AHHHHH! AHHHHHHH!" she yelped as she felt herself dissolving into a mindless puddle.
"Aggh ... arrhhggg ... ufff," Ted groaned, collapsing atop her, utterly depleted, yet rosily aglow with the knowledge that his sister had become a finer woman than he'd ever dreamed.
After a few minutes he eased his sorely dwindled pecker out of her gushing twat and rolled off. Vivian picked up a corner of the bedsheet and wiped her brow and then her chest.
"Well, was that decent?" he asked, knowing full well that it had been, but wanting her to admit it.
"It was first-rate!" she said, then, with a devilish grin added, "Of course, I don't have a whole hell of a lot to compare it with."
"Well, I do have a lot to compare yon to," he said. "You'll never be second string to anyone."
Vivian smiled in acknowledgement of the most sincere compliment he'd ever paid her, then reached for some tissues, which she wadded between her legs. "Good lord," she said. "You really dumped a load into me." She lifted herself to see what had happened underneath her, then said, "We'd better change the bedsheets."
There were no clean sheets, so Vivian decided to do a wash in the basement laundry. Ted dressed hurriedly and took off for his two o'clock seminar. When Vivian had ripped off the bedding she saw that there was a big wet spot on the mattress, so she turned it over. The other side looked different to her, a bit more worn, and she hoped Bob wouldn't notice the difference. But Bob came home too knocked out to notice much of anything. His jaw was swollen from having had his abscessed molar removed. He lay down without even noticing Vivian's note telling him where she was, and that if he had any wash she hadn't found to bring it on down.