Chapter 6
There was a change in Ted's treatment of Vivian which she was afraid might arouse someone's curiosity. But while Ted was generally more appreciative of her he was still the same old Ted and no one noticed. Bob moped around for several days with a swollen jaw and a headache and most likely wouldn't have noticed a wart on someone's nose, if they'd had one. And Ellen seemed dour and funky and none too alert. Neither of the mates picked up on Ted's or Vivian's glow.
And they did glow back and forth quite a bit, but privacy was either not to be had or came in small doses and they didn't have another opportunity to make love. Ted had always been one to cop a feel whenever he could and the only way that changed was that the feels he copped were more intimate and lingered longer-if you could call his finger-fucking her when she tried to wash dishes copping a feel.
One evening they were both in the living room when Ellen went into the bathroom to wash her hair and Bob was lying on the mattress in the bedroom. Sitting behind his desk as he studied, Ted looked up and eyed his sister for a few minutes, then scribbled out a sign which he held up for her to see, waving it in the air until he caught her attention.
"SHOW ME YOUR PUSSY" Vivian read, squinting.
She grimaced and shook her head and continued to read her magazine, but Ted waved his sign emphatically and finally she pulled up her skirt and spread her legs, letting them fall apart as she sat slouched on the divan. Then, looking at him for a reaction, she pulled her panties aside to exhibit her flame-colored muff. Then she went back to her magazine.
"More," Ted said aloud.
Vivian shushed him and got up to look into the bedroom. Bob appeared to be sleeping. Vivian shut the door and walked over to her brother. Before he could make a grab for her, she said, "Wait a minute. We have to talk about this."
"Why? You don't feel guilty or anything, do you?"
"Don't be silly. I don't think we ever had as much fun together as children," she said, wryly.
"Then what's there to talk about?"
"It can't go on."
"Then you must have some second thoughts."
"No, no. I mean it can't go on like this!"
"Oh. You mean no privacy."
"Yeah," she said, "that and deceiving every body-"
"Well, he said, we can't exactly announce it to the world, now, can we?"
"Would it make you less uncomfortable if Bob and Ellen made it together?"
"Yes," she said, frowning, as if that idea hadn't occurred to her.
"Maybe we can do something about it," he said. "I've been thinking about this, too."
"Would they go for it?"
"They might," he said, "if they're given the right circumstances."
"We could have orgies," she said, stating the obvious.
"I don't know if a foursome is an orgy," he said, "but you've got the idea. In the meantime, take off your panties and come a bit closer."
"No," she said, frowning. "It makes me nervous with both of them in the house."
"Bob wouldn't notice if we did it under his nose-he's been out of it lately-and Ellen won't be out of the bathroom for another fifteen minutes," he said, unzipping his fly and hauling out his swollen blue-veined stiff-standing cock.
Frowning, fingering the waistband of her panties, Vivian hesitated, but Ted flexed his cock a few times and its ruby head seemed to Vivian to grow before her eyes and that convinced her, convinced her to take off her underpants if she didn't know quite what else.
Ted positioned her with her butt on the desk in front of him and then bent forward in his seat, spreading her snatch with his thumbs. Ringed with her red fluff, Vivian's pussy glistened wetly: she was already juiced up. Ted abruptly bent forward and burrowed his tongue into her oozing vagina. She had a nice, womanly musk. He mouthed her until she moaned, "Ohhh!"
Tugging on her hips, he slid her ass off the desk and pulled her forward, slouching down in his chair when she was poised over him. Vivian reached between her legs to seize his thrusting prong, her thigh tendons standing out as she half squatted over him. She centered the shaft and stuffed the head of it into her tingling cranny, whereupon he flexed it firmly, lodging it just inside her and bringing a startled gasp to her lips. She hesitated for a moment as Ted squeezed her buttocks and then as her legs were beginning to weaken she dropped her full weight onto it, spearing herself to the core with one lunge.
Ted held her steady as she shuddered for a moment and then, using his grip on her buttocks as a lever, he began to rock her gently back and forth. Her spirits rising, Vivian began to bounce up and down, impaling herself on the upthrust organ.
"You have such an angelic look on your face when you're fucking me," she said. "It's the only time I've ever seen you that way."
"I'm fucking an angel," he said, blissfully.
Noting that his eyes focused on her bouncing breasts and suddenly aware that her nipples stood out painfully erect, Vivian pulled her sweater out of her skirt-waist and, holding it up with her chin, began feeding her tits into his mouth. Ted gobbled voraciously, plying her ass as he churned her rapidly lathering pussy to butter with his staff.
Simultaneously, both froze, holding their breath: the bathroom door had banged open. A look of total panic swept across Ted's face and his cock began to twitch uncontrollably, ejaculating prematurely.
"Ted!" Ellen yelled shrilly. "Would you come in here for a minute!"
With a split-second realization that they weren't going to be walked in on, Vivian dropped her full weight into her brother's lap, grinding fiercely against him as he erupted. His face turned beet red in his effort to hold back his groans as Vivian's slick rubbery cunt tightened incredibly on his enspasmed manhood.
When, after no more than a long thirty seconds, his cock stopped twitching Vivian hopped off as Ted hastily pulled himself together, buttoning up on the run.
"Ted!"
"Never again," Vivian whispered harshly as he took off, her face grim and her entire body tense with frustration. "Never like this again."
"Ted," Ellen said, somewhat more softly when he stepped into the bathroom, "would you mind bringing me a clean towel for my hair?"
They succeeded in making it together again a mere two days later and were able to go about it somewhat more calmly, even though having sex was not their purpose in driving, just the two of them, up to Tiburon to see their mother. But she wasn't home and there was no sign of her, so to what better use could they put an hour in the late afternoon?
The two of them had announced that they thought they should venture up to see how their mother was faring, adding that due to the situation it might be better if they went alone. Since both Ellen and Bob were concerned about Fran if not worried about her, they saw their point-family business and all that, although they didn't suspect that the only "business" conducted would be entirely between Ted and Vivian, naked together on a mattress.
"Ellen hasn't been anywhere except work all week," Ted said, suggesting to Bob, "Why don't you take her out somewhere this afternoon?"
He had gone out of his way the day before to get some hashish, and had then gone home with it, pretending to have come by it by fluke. The hash was in the hashbox on the coffee table, and he'd made sure Bob knew about it, that it was there and that he was welcome to try it any time. Ted figured the hash might intensify their mood, whatever their mood, and when left together at three in the afternoon their mood was pleasantly expectant. Ellen had begun to think aloud about what kind of treat to have for dinner, and Bob had said he felt like taking a drive, and why not swing over to the coast for an hour or so.
"Do you think this will accomplish anything?" Vivian asked, once they were in the car.
"It won't exactly get them to bed together," Ted said. "That would be just a bit too dramatic."
"What'll it do?"
"They've always been fond of each other. If I hadn't gotten Ellen I think Bob might have-we both met her at the same time and I happened to grab her first and hardest, that's all. Anyway, I think that in the backs of their minds maybe they've wondered how they would have been together?"
"So why won't they hit the hay?"
"Bob wouldn't do that to me," Ted said, "not without giving me advance warning."
"Oh."
"What I hope'll happen is just that being alone together for awhile they'll be thinking about each other. It's setting them up, and then we can come back and give them a nudge in the direction we want them to go."
"You're awfully conniving," she said.
"Aren't we all?"
The best-laid plans of mice and men ...
Ted's hope-and he spent most of the day actively imagining it-was that they would return to find Bob and Ellen reminiscing, perhaps sharing fond memories, at least that they would be in a good mood. Instead, the moment they stepped in the door, Ted sensed that the two of them had had some kind of fight. Ellen was in the kitchen doing dishes, looking more sullen than usual, and Bob was in the living room about to light up a pipe of hash all by himself.
"How was your mother?" Ellen asked.
"She wasn't there," he said.
"We waited around thinking she might come back," Vivian offered, "but she didn't show."
"Well, that's too bad," Ellen said. "An all-around wasted day."
"Why say that?"
She grimaced and turned back to her dishes.
Bob had lit up the pipe and taken a drag on it. Vivian toked and gave it to Ted who carried it into the kitchen and, after rubbing her ass for a moment, convinced Ellen to have some. Her hands in the dishwater, she turned her head and puffed while Ted held the pipe and match, the small chunk of hash glowing coal-like when the flame touched it.
No one seemed to have anything to say. Each had a slight buzz from the dope, but buzzed in his own head. When his wife finished the dishes and walked on through the living room to the bedroom, Ted followed her.
"What's the matter?" he asked. "Are you mad at Bob or something?"
"Ah," she shrugged. "He pissed me off."
"Why? What'd he do?"
"Told me I was getting fat and complacent."
"Why'd he say that?"
"I don't know."
"Well, I'm sure he didn't just say it out of the blue."
"Oh, we were talking. I can't remember. Then he told me I'd turned into a sullen bitch."
"Oh."
"Do you think I'm a sullen bitch?" she asked, her voice menacing.
"Well, you're moody quite a bit," he said.
"Since they got here? Or all the time?"
"Mainly since they got here."
"Uhm," she said, musing. "Well, I'm sorry about it."
"Don't worry.
"I think it's because I'm horny," she said. "We haven't done it in two weeks almost, and I ache."
"It's not my fault," he said.
"We haven't had any privacy."
"Let's find some."
"Let's kick them out of here tonight," she said, "into the living room. I want to screw."
"That sounds like a good idea," Ted said, amenable to the last part of it, anyway.
Taking in his smile, she raised her eyebrows quizzically, then said, "Now?"
He nodded and she arose to take off her clothes, unzipping her dress and then stepping out of it. When she'd hung it on a hanger, she removed her underthings, pulling her slip off over her head, unfastening her brassiere, then leaning forward slightly to ease her breasts out of the cups. Her breasts were pendulous and predictably sagged, but they were surprisingly firm. The size of cantaloupes, they jutted proudly from her skinny torso. She inevitably had bra-marks on her shoulders, which she paused to scratch for a moment before stepping out of her panties and donning her terrycloth robe. She lay down on the bed beside Ted and touched her hand lightly to his chest.
"That thing with Bob bothers me-I want to get it straightened out," he said. "Bob! Come in here, would you?"
Bob soon poked his head in, looked them over and said, "What can I do ya for?"
"Come in here. We want to talk to you."
Bob came in as bade and then sat on the edge of the bed when bade. "Now what's all this petty squabbling you guys have been doing today?"
"Well, I don't guess it was one of our better days."
"Why'd you tell her she was fat?"
"Well crap!" Bob said. "She told me I was going to be a lazy bum all my life if I kept it up. From that I could only infer that she thought I was a lazy bum now. What would you have done?"
"I would have told her she was getting fat, I guess."
Bob smiled, half gloating.
"I'm not fat," Ellen said emphatically.
Vivian stuck her head in the door and Ted held up five fingers, meaning give them five minutes, and she ducked back out.
"I want you to kiss and make up," Ted said.
Ellen snorted and Bob pursed his lips, dubious about it.
"I'm serious," Ted said.
"If that's the answer," Bob said, falling back on his elbow and dipping his head to peck Ellen. If she puckered her lips it was not discernible to Ted.
"That was a bullshit kiss," Ted said. "Come on, I'm serious. We have to get rid of our hostilities. If you won't kiss each other like you mean it, let's all three hug."
Ted pulled Bob closer and after some hesitation Ellen put an arm around both of them. All three squeezed. "There, isn't that better?" Ted said, his voice jocular.
"I'm not fat!" Ellen said.
Ted saw his opening and seized it. "She really isn't fat," he said, pulling the belt of her bathrobe, "She has a very firm tummy."
Ellen squirmed, wanting to stop him whatever he was doing, but her arms were around each of their necks and there was not much she could do besides squirm.
"Here," Ted said, guiding Bob's hand into her bathrobe and onto her tummy, holding it there. Ellen tensed her muscles and Bob gave her a massaging pinch. "Yup," he said. "Not an ounce of fat."
Bob began to withdraw his hand, but Ted held onto it and quickly slid it up onto Ellen's breast and began squeezing both Bob's hand and his wife's rubbery teat, saying, "Now this is fat, but it's not what you refer to when you talk about a woman's being fat. When you talk about this, it's known as 'built.'"
"I know," Bob said.
With the initial contact he had glanced at Ellen in surprise, as if the last thing in the world he'd expected to be doing was touching her breast, but he didn't need much encouragement before he began to massage it of his own accord. Ted opened the front of her robe completely.
"Stop it!" Ellen hissed.
Basically a gentleman and not knowing what the hell was coming off, Bob stopped. But Ted said, "Don't you dare stop." Ellen had begun wiggling to free her arms and cover her nakedness. "If she wouldn't give you a kiss," Ted said, "the only thing we can do is suck her tits."
"I don't know..." Bob said.
"Bullshit!" Ellen yelled.
Ellen had succeeded in half sitting up now, but her husband caught both her wrists and pointed one in Bob's direction, saying, "I need your help. She gets sullen and bitchy and has these fits, and the only thing that calms her down is playing with her tits a little."
"She's been sullen, has she?"
"Don't you dare!" Ellen yelled.
"Now," Ted said. "Since you moved in, I haven't been able to get near her to play with her tits and calm her down. As my houseguest the least you can do is help me, man to man." He lowered his head and began to suckle at his wife's nipple, a large rosebud with a puckered areola.
"Bullshit!" Ellen cried, wiggling like mad to get free. But Bob had taken her other wrist and held it firmly. He had a steely glint in his eye.
"Well, if it's the only way to keep her from being sullen," he said, looking her square in the face before lowering his head to play Romulous to Ted's Remus. Each of them mouthed one of her tits, massaging it with his free hand while Ellen writhed.
Ellen's frantic squirming merely served to mash her breasts into the faces of the avidly sucking men. She tried kicking with her knees, but her husband captured and held her legs between his. When Ted moved his hand to her tight black nest she rubbed her knees together and thrashed her hips, but all to no avail: her legs were so wide-spaced at her pelvis that it was never difficult to explore the base of her belly. Ted's hand soon played havoc with the peeping bud of her clitoris.
Where Ellen had been confused she was now dizzy. She had been embarrassed and outraged, but the all-out assault on her nerve endings was affecting her mind. Catching Ted's eye, she frowned, her eyes half glazed. She had an air of pathos about her and her husband said, "You need this. Relax and enjoy it." Her mind reeled as, whether she willed it or not, her body's sex mechanism wound up like a spring. Her writhing to avoid her persecutors became in subtle degrees an undulant rolling with the tide of sensation.
"You've probably never had a good look at her pussy," Ted said.
Bob drew back and frowned a minute, "I don't recall ever having had any kind of look at her pussy," he said.
"A bit overdue, don't you think?"
"I guess it is."
Ellen spread her legs when told to but didn't spread them quite far enough, and each of the boys took hold of one and doubled it back against her chest, quartering her and tearing her at her seam, revealing the gleaming ragged edges of her pink slit, tight black curls on either side of it and, nude of hair, the tight pucker of her anus in her buttock's soft furrow.
"A nice little twat," Ted said.
"A delicate little yummy," Bob said.
"Rugged, though," Ted said.
"Smells like cinnamon," Bob said, sniffing.
"Why don't you taste it?" Ted suggested.
Bob lapped at Ellen's cuntmouth for a moment, his tongue licking doglike from one end of her gash to the other before he drew back, going, "Hmmmm." Acutely embarrassed, Ellen could have sworn she was blushing down there. The casual way they were talking about her most intimate parts seemed quite coarse.
"It's usually a bit stiff when you first put it to her," an aghast Ellen heard her husband describe her, "but you jostle her for awhile and ream her out good and then she starts purring like a kitten, juices up real nice ..." Embarrassed as she was, Ellen felt her pussy begin to tingle at the way it was being discussed. "... and then you take it easy with her for a while, and then, when she begins to go off, if you fuck her like a pile driver you can usually get her to come again-if you last long enough she can come several times."
"Multiple orgasms."
"Yep."
"You never told me, you dog," Bob grinned.
"Well, this is your opportunity to find out for yourself."
More than an open invitation, Ted's seemingly offhand hospitableness was almost a command; he kissed his wife on the lips while Bob raced to undo his pants. Ellen's legs had flopped back to the mattress but she kept them spread as if in acquiescence. Ellen hadn't gotten a look at Bob's massive cock, several sizes larger than her husband's, and as Ted probed her mouth with his tongue, knowing what kind of surprise was in store for her he kept an eye open to watch the mirror of her face.
Bob had peeled back his foreskin and was centering his raw-looking knob on his friend's wife's vagina, slicking it up in her slit before wedging it in, mercilessly stretching her delicate labia....
Ted saw his wife's eyes pop open in surprise and kept his mouth clamped on hers as, unable to gasp, she whinnied through flaring nostrils when Bob, grasping her hips to hold her down, slowly pushed his bludgeon into her gushing delicacy. Her self-protective instincts coming to the fore, wanting to avoid being cruelly split in two, Ellen pushed against Bob's abdomen with her hand, but with his next grunting lunge her hand slipped to his groin. Her fingers encircled the base of his shaft as best they could, and the moment she perceived its true girth Ted saw terror in her eyes and she turned her head to the side to bark, "No! No!" and began to try to wiggle away, flailing with her arms. But with her husband laying across her chest and Bob holding her hips, she was well-enough pinned so they could work their will with her. By the time her body became soaked with perspiration, which might have helped her, she was virtually stiff with grim fright.
"Aggh! You'll kill me!" she cried, her body going rigid as Bob gave an insistent lunge, entering her to the hilt with a smack-her mouth went open as if to scream, but at that moment Ted, grinning impishly, began kissing her again. Christ, Bob thought, she was a stiff cunt. Only one thing to do ... he banged into her with several quick sharp thrusts, jarring her so that she bit Ted's tongue.
Ted bit back; he quickly suctioned his wife's lower lip between his teeth and bit sharply enough to make her focus her glazed eyes on him, looking for a moment as if she would cry. Ted was getting a charge out of this. While he and Ellen had sex frequently, it had recently come to have a sameness about it. Ellen seemed to think there was nothing new they could try and sometimes seemed to perform rather automatically. Well, this was just what she needed to jolt her up a little.
Ellen's benumbed twat was beginning to tingle-like having your foot wake up after going to sleep-and she began to find Bob's steady lunges into her stretched vagina half pleasurable. She shut her eyes to concentrate on the massive cock which slowly churned her pussy to a lather, and when she opened them again her husband was pressing his own erect pecker to her lips. She opened her mouth to accept it and as she began to suck, rubbing its underside briskly with her tongue, she suddenly felt tremendously excited. Cock, she thought. Wasn't that what it was all about, in a way? Here she had two of them plugging her at both ends. She sucked with vigor and began, tentatively, to rotate her hips.
"Don't you like two cocks at once?" Ted asked.
Unable to speak with her husband's cock plugging the back of her throat, Ellen nodded her head even as she continued to work her jaws, cheeks forming hollows, a wisp of hair plastered to her damp brow.
Vivian, her temporary banishment over, had reentered the room and stood viewing the scene with mixed emotions. It was the first time she had ever objectively witnessed anyone screwing and she was a bit taken aback by the sheer animality of the act: that was what it looked like? even when she did it? She was also somewhat-irrationally, she knew-jealous, thinking that Bob might like Ellen better than he liked her. Ellen's boobs were bigger; maybe Bob had a secret fascination with giant tits. She watched his taut buttocks move up and down as he lunged in and out of Ellen's clasping cunt. Ted withdrew his cock from his wife's mouth and lay on his back, holding a hand out to Vivian in invitation, his prick thrusting rigidly, covered with saliva and shining.
"Fuck me! Oh yes! Fuck me!" Ellen cried, finding her voice as she hooked her heels onto the small of Bob's back and strained to grind her pulsing cunt up at the plowing shaft.
"I never ... knew you were... such a great screw," Bob grunted into Ellen's ear between pants.
"Fuck... fuck ..." Ellen gibbered, hoarse-voiced.
Vivian wasn't really excited-that is, her excitement was not immediate-the unaccustomed sight of animal lust put her in a frame of mind philosophical rather than carnal, but she was turned on in an abstract sort of way: her body wasn't primed for the act, but sure, she wanted to do it. Her brother waved his slick wand at her and without undressing she climbed onto the bed, straddled him, grasping his stiff cock with one hand while with her other she deftly pulled her panties aside (with her two small fingers) and pulled her pussy lips apart (with her two big fingers, forming a "V"). Without hesitation, with only a determined grunt, she sat down full on her brother's saliva-slick pecker, taking it into her to the hilt with the one lunge.
Ted's spine twitched and he saw stars. His sister's cunt was dry and unready for the act; every ridge, every fissure in that hole scraped roughly over his sensitized glans. He thought he would faint from pained pleasure; then, when she began to move around, twisting his poor cock in her vise, he thought he would come at once and grabbed her hips with both hands to slow her down.
Vivian looked at her brother's drawn features and realized she'd better slow down. She rocked gently back and forth as she felt her pussy begin to emit fluid. Curious, watching the now furiously copulating couple, she reached out to touch Ellen's breast-tentatively at first, then squeezing it and rolling the puckered nipple, thinking, Mine are softer and maybe nicer, as Ellen grasped Bob's buttocks with both hands as he wrenched into her creaming twat, burbling, "Yes! Yes! Oh, that's it. Ahhh! Ahhiii! Oh, more! Harder!"
Bob plowed on, driving into her with thundering fury as her moans became more ecstatic. Ted had worked his hands into his sister's stretched panties and clutched her buttocks, gripping her tightly as he moved her hips back and forth, working her tight channel around on his cock. Since he now demanded more of her in the way of performance, Vivian began rotating her hips, gliding off and on her brother's thrusting cock. Suddenly, as if by delayed reaction, everything catching up with her at once, she was terribly excited. She kissed Ted's cheeks and said, "I love having your cock inside me-it's such a nice thing for us to do together-I love you."
"Ohhhh... Ohhhhh! ..." Ellen moaned, her body tensing again as Bob belabored her cunt with mercilessly rapid thrusts, his toes curling as sperm began to bubble in his balls and then boil over. When the first hot blast seared into Ellen's quim she squealed, "Aiiiieeeeee!" and shuddered from head to toe as her own second orgasm overtook her. "Argh! Arrggghhhh!" Bob panted as Ellen ground her pulsating pussy onto his enspasmed pecker.
His feet planted on the bed for leverage, Ted drove up into his sister's pussy, holding her steady by the hips as he lunged, lunged.... Vivian held her breath for a moment and then felt a solitary muscle begin to twitch almost involuntarily, when she clamped tightly onto her brother and rode him bravely as he bucked at her, tearing into her as he began to groan and twitch, jets of sperm hitting her cervix as he panted, "Uh, uh, uh," with each spasm. A tide of well-being washed over Vivian as the deep paroxysm of shuddering overtook her own body and she mewled quietly in the back of her throat, head on her brother's shoulder. When she caught her breath, she opened her eyes to find Ellen staring at her, frowning critically as if she didn't think Vivian had performed very well. Vivian was momentarily disconcerted, then thought, Hell with her, let her think anything she wants. She didn't give it another thought for a day, and remembered it only fleetingly when Ellen and Ted made love the next night, when Ellen rode him like an epileptic, shaking her tits all over the place and wiggling like a gaffed fish as if to say, "See, this is how it should be done."
The idea of getting into a sexual competition with Ellen bored Vivian and she tried to forget it, hoping that maybe Ellen would just let it drop.