Chapter 5
Mark Walker rose late on Sunday morning. He showered leisurely after checking his watch. Valerie would be directing the choir, and the girls would be with her at church. Mark whistled cheerfully as he toweled himself off. They were picking Neal up at the airport that afternoon to complete the balance of his senior year at the local high school. Mark smiled at the thought. He found the idea interesting. Very interesting.
Again in this robe, Mark started for the stairs and the kitchen, a cup of steaming black coffee foremost in his mind. His attention was diverted suddenly as he passed the girls' bedrooms en route to the stairway and in Penny's room he saw the black flood of .her hair on the pillow. For some reason the younger sister hadn't gone to church.
Mark hesitated momentarily, then entered the bedroom. He hadn't been able to indulge his sybaritic tastes all these years by pussyfooting around. He sat down on the edge of the bed and considered the sleeping girl.
His weight on the springs created enough of a difference in her position that Penny stirred, yawned, knuckled her eyes, then opened them. She stared uncomprehendingly at Mark seated on her bed before she really focused upon him. "Are you ill, Penny?" Mark asked in pretended concern.
She shook her dark head in confusion. "I'm- no, I'm fine. I asked mother if I had to go, and she said not if I didn't want to attend. It's just -I'm afraid I'm not very religious. Or a very good Christian."
"I'm sure you're just as good a Christian as the average individual under the church roof this morning," Mark said drily.
A silence ensued which Mark was content to leave unbroken. He wanted the girl ever more conscious of his male presence so close to her pajamaed person. Of course Penny was young enough-still not sixteen-to be unaware, or partly unaware, of the implication of his presence in her bedroom, Mark thought.
When she spoke, she immediately proved it.
"I've never thanked you for letting me off so easily, Mark," she said shyly, using his name as he had insisted upon right after his marriage to Valerie. "Not spanking harder, I mean, when- when mother caught us in the closet, watching."
"It seemed criminal to really wallop such a pretty behind." Mark said solemnly. Penny blushed vividly, a rosy tide of color that enveloped her young features. "I don't recall when I've seen such a beautifully shaped bare bottom, Penny," Mark continued. He sighed deeply. "I'd love to see it again." Penny's high color increased as Mark forced her gaze meet his own. "Would you show it to me?"
The girl swallowed visibly. "You mean right now?" she whispered.
"Right now," Mark said cheerfully, and threw back the sheet and blanket. "Stand up, Penny."
His hand under her arm assisted her to her knees and then to her feet. He had no intention of waiting for her to make up her mind. Instead, he faced her away from him and drew the elasticized waist of the girl's pajama pants down over her chubby nude backside and well down her thighs. It was better this way. Afterward the girl could excuse herself by telling herself she really hadn't had anything to do with it.
Penny sucked in her breath sharply at her sudden exposure. One small hand instinctively sought to conceal a plump bare globe, but Mark gently removed the hand. He stared avidly at the sleekly protuberant hemispheres with a peach-fuzz tracing of hair starting at the dimple at the base of her spine and disappearing into the deep cleft separating her snowy gluteal region.
"Bend over, Penny," Mark said quietly.
"Oh, no!" she responded, still in a whisper.
"Bend over," he repeated.
After another few seconds' hesitation, she did so. Mark licked his lips unconsciously as he studied the plumped-out, thrust-back sweep of naked girl-flesh, bed-warmed and sweet-smelling. He cupped a nude, pearly-white haunch upon one palm and jiggled it lightly. Penny's breath rasped in her throat. Her bent-forward position had tightened her flesh until Mark could see a wisp of dark, fleecy body hair protruding backward through the girl's clenched thighs.
"You have a lovely bare behind, Penny," Mark assured her fervently. He stood up, and then stooped slightly so that he could kiss in turn each of the younger sister's disquieted portly spheres.
"Ooooooo!" Penny gasped upon a rising note. Her entire bottom quivered from her reaction to the warm lips pressed upon her intimate flesh. "Ohhhh-h, Mark!"
The feminine effluvia filled Mark's nostrils, and his penis rose massively beneath his robe. He kissed each bare hind cheek again, then applied his thumbs to the fullest portion of the lower hindquarters, widening the cheeks until the paler aureole of the girl's anus appeared, framed above and below by a wispy thread of body-hair deep in her crevice.
Mark advanced his face between the separated girlish fanny-cheeks until he could breathe heavily upon the newly exposed little buttonhole. Penny's thighs trembled, and goose bumps sprang up upon her downy flesh. "Mark!" she pleaded. "Ohh, Mark!"
He turned his face until he could penetrate more deeply the deliciously odorous furrow, then licked at the girl's shrinking asshole with the tip of his tongue. "Oooooh!" Penny squealed in excited dismay. "Ooooooooooooh!!!"
Her wriggling bare buttocks bumped Mark's face, but he pursued his target steadily, thrusting his tongue sturdily at the contracted orifice. It was only when Penny's movements threatened to tear her body out of his hands entirely that he stopped his tonguing of her and stepped back. Penny squatted to pull her pajama trousers back up, and just before they enveloped her silky-skinned backside, Mark's palm spatted lightly upon each satiny rump-globe.
"Thank you, Penny," he said gravely, and left the bedroom. It was enough for the moment, and he wanted no post-mortems for the moment. The girl's rosily confused young face was proof enough that he'd made his point.
Mark took his rampant erection down to the kitchen and poured himself a cup of coffee after re-plugging in the percolator Valerie had left on the table. He drank a glass of orange juice, considered toast and decided against it, and had just decided to return upstairs and shave when the car drove into the yard with Valerie at the wheel and Ethel sitting beside her.
He sat at the table while mother and daughter entered the kitchen via the back door. Valerie was in white, Ethel in pastel blue. Mark's nostrils widened as he considered Valerie's full-bodied charms. The knowledge of the warm cunt beneath her Sunday-go-to-meeting clothes stirred his erection again.
"How are you, dear?" Valerie greeted him smilingly.
"Never better," he assured her, rising from the table. "Let's go upstairs. I have something to show you."
Valerie didn't misunderstand his meaning. She glanced quickly at her daughter who hadn't misunderstood, either. Mark saw that Ethel's mouth was set in a thin-lipped line. Jealous, he thought. Beautiful.
He put his arm around Valerie's waist and led her toward the stairs. He stopped once in mid-flight to kiss her warmly on her soft mouth, and her lips came alive beneath his. They entered their bedroom, and Mark closed the door. Silently he parted the front of his robe and showed his wife his erection.
"It's lovely, dear," she said, taking it in her hand and fondling it. "But I think Ethel knew what you meant."
"She's a big girl now," Mark said casually in the manner of a man with more important things on his mind. "Let me help you out of your things." He took her in his arms and patted her girdled croup. "Let's get the armorplate off this piece of machinery and put it to work."
Together they removed Valerie's dress and slip, unzipped her girdle, and tugged it down over her substantial hips and full thighs. Mark took her in his arms again and kissed her fiercely while his hands laved the area of bare skin on her back between her bra and panties. "Mark!" Valerie implored when he freed her lips again. "My panties are getting wet!"
Together they pulled down her panties over her already down-dropping stockings whose girdle-garters had disappeared. Mark dropped down on his knees and kissed the girdle-marks on the soft bowl of her belly, then turned her around and did the same for her flaringly bell-shaped wide buttock-cheeks. Like daughter, like mother, he thought. Her aroma was exhilaratingly stimulating to him.
Valerie removed her brassiere while Mark was steering her toward the bed. She got one stocking off while he was placing her on her back, but she still had one on when he was between her wide-parted legs and lowering himself on her smoothly rounded belly. He held himself slightly to one side so he could finger-frig the darker cunt-hole at the end of Valerie's pink gash, but when his finger encountered her flowing juice he removed it and immediately substituted his big prick.
"My, but you're-ready-this morning!" Valerie panted as the knobby head thrust into her moist jewel box. "Ahhhhh, that's-grand, dear!"
A fleeting image of Penny's yieldingly firm young bare behind thrust itself into Mark's consciousness, and then was gone as he concentrated upon the warm, oozing chasm into which he was forcing his lengthy gristle. Valerie whistled like a teakettle as her depths were probed by the husbandly stout cock, and Mark began to stroke in and out of her well-lubricated quim as her hands settled firmly upon his shoulders.
"Like-it?" he grunted between plunges upon the wonderfully pliant warm flesh.
"Love-it!" Valerie returned blithely, throwing her bottom up to meet her husband's spearing thrusts. "Ohhhhh, darling, I-love it!"
"Love-what?" he demanded.
"Being-fucked by-you, dear."
They both fell silent as the two naked bodies matched submersion and engulfment as Mark's prick plunged furiously into Valerie's distended cunt-sheath. His wife's animatedly agitated broad bottom gave new life to Mark's scouring cock. "Ahhhhh!" Valerie exclaimed in-voluntarily. "Ohhhhh! I'm-Mark!" She slowed down her frantic ass-pumping momentarily, then redoubled it as her orgasm overtook her. "Ohhh, ohhh, ohhh! I'm-coming!" Her stomach fluttered wildly as her cunt-walls contracted and bedewed the ravaging prick buried in her. "Ohhhhh-h-h-h-h," she mourned. "I wanted-to make it-last!"
Eyes glazed with unslaked lust, Mark pounded his wife's upturned dripping pussy with belly-whopping effort that resounded in the bedroom. Valerie thrust herself upward again to make the best possible platform for the big prick that was jackrabbiting into her sex-slit. She could feel Mark's hairy balls slapping her anus with increasing speed and force, and she flung her arms tightly around this man who had relieved her so delightfully of the burdens of her widowhood.
She reveled in the sensation as he almost stood on the tip of his prick as his hot jism shot the length of his cock and inundated her already dripping interior. For long seconds he remained rigid in her arms as spurt after spurt of his heavy cream shot into her gaping twat, and then he sank slowly down upon her as if his bones had turned to water.
"That was wonderful, dear," she murmured gratefully as he began to stir upon her. Their perspiring stomachs made a sticky sucking noise as they parted. Mark went into the bathroom and returned with a warm washcloth with which he gently and thoroughly washed every inch of Valerie's sexual parts. "Thank you, darling," she said, stretching languidly on her back and then rolling onto her stomach. "Ahhhhh, God, I feel glorious!"
"Why don't you take a little nap before we go out to the airport to pick up Neal?" Mark proposed.
"I'd love to if I have time," Valerie answered, trying to see the alarm clock.
"I'll call you," Mark promised.
He went into the bathroom again and took another shower. By the time he was dressed, Valerie was snoring slightly. Mark smiled tolerantly at his wife's sprawled, full-fleshed nudity, and drew a sheet up over her. Then he went out into the hall.
Ethel was just passing their bedroom door on her way downstairs. She took one quick look at Mark, another at the clearly-outlined nude figure of her mother under the sheet in the bedroom, and the girl's nose and chin tilted scornfully into the air. She went down the stairs without a word.
Mark smiled to himself as he followed.
The family drove to the airport to pick up Neal, Mark driving with Valerie in the front seat, and Ethel and Penny in the rear. Only the exuberant younger sister contributed much in the way of conversation during the drive. She had started to act standoffish with Mark when first she encountered him downstairs that morning, but he had passed it off lightly. "Hi, kitten," he greeted her casually, and kissed her on the cheek. Penny was both charmed and disarmed.
At the airport Penny was the first to greet Neal. She sprinted a dozen yards to fling herself into his arms and kiss him soundly on the cheek, standing on tiptoe to do it. The tall, sandy-haired, blue-eyed boy patted her shoulder awkwardly.
Mark watched in amusement as Ethel went forward more sedately to offer her own greeting. Both girls wore skin-tight jeans. "Those jeans!" he murmured to Valerie. "How in the world do they ever get into them? Their backsides look as though they'd been poured into them like jello and then hardened."
"I can tell you how," Valerie returned. "They wash them and put them on still damp, so they literally dry right on the flesh."
"Some flesh," Mark said drily. "The in-seams look as though they're drawn right into the crotches. Don't they give themselves some sexual excitement just by walking with the jeans so tight against their little cunts?"
"Would you deny them their simple pleasures?" Valerie asked with a smile.
"By no means," Mark said emphatically. "By no means. I was just curious."
He would have said more, but Penny and Ethel led Neal toward them. Neal made a formal little bow to Valerie, who kissed his cheek, then shook hands with his father. Valerie was reminded that the boy was almost as tall as Mark, although just beginning to flesh out his lean frame. There was just a few weeks' difference in Neal's age and Ethel's.
Neal had only a handbag, having shipped the rest of his things, and when he had stowed that in the trunk of the car, Mark took his expanded family to dinner. He had reasoned earlier that a meal in a public place would be a better ice-breaker than returning home immediately, and so it proved to be. Penny chattered vivaciously, Ethel entered into the conversation with more restraint, and even the shy Neal blossomed under the joint feminine attention devoted to him.
Valerie ate with a good appetite while she watched the boy. Neal had a really brilliant smile when he felt relaxed enough to employ it. His manners were excellent, and when his initial stiffness wore off he bantered nicely with the girls. Valerie had no qualms about the success of the venture.
Twice during the meal Ethel lapsed into silence, and Valerie intercepted smoldering glances the girl directed at Mark. The nature of Ethel's obviously adoring look made Valerie feel faintly uneasy; she felt that this was a new and unwelcome facet in the family situation.
But then Mark, who was sitting beside her, placed a hand casually on Valerie's thigh, and a warm feeling of well-being invaded her, demolishing her previous uncertainty. She rubbed her own thigh lightly against Mark's, and thought how happy she was in having the affection of this strong, virile man.
"You may be unhappy to learn that you start school here tomorrow, Neal," she said lightly. "We've made all the necessary arrangements."
The boy smiled at her, disclosing perfect teeth. This youngster is going to break a thousand feminine hearts, Valerie thought to herself. She looked at Penny, plainly dazzled by her new brother. "I'm sure I won't mind at all," Neal said earnestly. He looked around the table at his new family. "I-I hardly know what to say." He smiled again. "I mean it feels so nice just to be here."
"It's nice having you," Penny chirped gaily.
Ethel said nothing, but her eyes took in Neal's lean figure and unexpectedly wide shoulders with a speculative gleam.
Mark drove the Walker family home with a few private thoughts of his own on the permutations he expected to take place.
Tuesday afternoon Ethel went directly home from school. Mark was at the office, it was Valerie's bridge afternoon, and Penny was playing field hockey for the juniors against the sophomores. That left Neal and Ethel at home, and the older sister intended to capitalize upon it.
She had already decided that finesse was too time-consuming. She was confident that she could lure Neal by a slowly expanding aura of feminine attractiveness, but after the deep-seated feelings stirred in her by Mark, she didn't propose to wait. She didn't know exactly what she was going to do as she hurried home, but she was determined to take every short-cut possible toward seducing Neal. The boyish appeal of the winsome-looking Neal made her saliva flow more freely and her panties damp.
She entered the house and went upstairs at once. Neal's bedroom was down the hall from Ethel's with the jointly used bathroom in between. Penny's bedroom was across the hall. Ethel had heard her mother lay the law down to the younger sister: no more flitting across the hall from bedroom to bathroom in her birthday suit, not with Neal in the house. Mark and Valerie's master bedroom and bath were far enough down the hall so that Penny had usually been enabled to make her sprightly dashes without discovery.
Entering her own bedroom, Ethel at once heard sounds from the adjoining bathroom. She didn't even give herself time to think about it; she walked to the door, knocked once, and entered. "Hi," she said breezily.
Neal looked up, startled. The shower was running and he wore only a loosely-knotted towel around his waist. He had been just ready to step under the steaming water. "Oh, hi," he returned weakly. Ethel's seemingly cool, sophisticated manner intimidated him. "I like-I like to take a shower after school."
"Am I invited?" Ethel asked coyly.
Neal smiled, having no idea that she meant it. "I should be so lucky," he said with more than a hint of wistfulness.
Ethel's eyes glowed as she surveyed Neal's broad shoulders, slim waist, and hairy legs. His skin was clear and fresh-looking with light patches of curly fleece on his chest. Ethel went to him, reached under his towel-loincloth, and took his penis in her hand.
Neal instinctively tried to back away, but Ethel held firm. "What-what are you doing?" he stammered, his features flushing.
"Looking at your prick, if you'll stand still," Ethel said coolly. She raised the towel and studied her captive. "Say, that's really a nice one, Neal." The boy's young organ already had his father's length although not its breadth. Ethel squeezed it in her palm, and Neal came up on his toes.
"Take it-easy!" he gasped. "You don't know -what you're doing-to me!"
"Oh, yes, I do," Ethel replied confidently. She removed his loincloth entirely with a sudden grab of her free hand. "There. Let me play with it a minute, Neal."
Her playing resulted in a quick elongation and hardening of Neal's blue-veined long cock. His face turned crimson, and the muscles in his thighs jerked spasmodically. "Ethel!" he got out between clenched teeth. "I'm-you're-I'm-" His voice trembled and he had to stop speaking.
Ethel removed her attention from the vibrant prick jutting forth firmly from Neal's bristly bush while she looked up into his face. "Have you ever fucked a girl, Neal?" she asked curiously. Her hand continued to lightly massage his throbbing cock.
Neal hesitated. He would have liked to boast, to brag, but he sensed that he was already in over his head. "No," he admitted, his lips squirming at Ethel's feathery touch upon his sex organ. "It was dormitory life at school, and -and when we went out it was always in groups. I've-I've hardly been alone with a girl." His lips thinned. "Ethel, please-I'm- I'm going to have an accident!"
Ethel released the stiff-standing penis while she looked Neal in the eye. "Would you like to fuck me?" she asked.
"Would I!" he said fervently.
Ethel at once took charge. "Turn the water off and come into my bedroom," she directed. Neal did as he was told, his flesh quivering in anticipation.
Naked, he confronted Ethel in her bedroom. "What if we get caught?" he asked in a whisper.
"We won't," she assured him. "Nobody is due home for at least an hour, and if we do hear someone, you just run into the bathroom and lock the door and start showering."
"Listen, I'm chicken about this," he said slowly. "I don't want to get sent back to that damn military school."
"You won't," Ethel said. She started to remove her dress. "Relax, Neal. We're going to have fun."
He fell silent as Ethel swiftly peeled out of her slip, bra, and panties. Neal's eyes bulged as they took in her femininity, unadorned except for garter belt and stockings. He groaned aloud as he reached for her and drew her close to him.
Ethel waited quietly while Neal's hands raced over her, stroking her long back and flaring bare buttocks, pulling her belly in against his own while her stomach was jabbed by his fierce erection. "I've got-to see!" Neal said hoarsely, and pushed Ethel backward to the bed.
She went down on her back and offered no resistance as Neal feverishly parted her legs. He ran a finger through her red-bronze curls, and then traced the course of her salmon-pink sex-crevice. She wriggled slightly and sighed. "Mmmmmmm, that feels good, Neal," she said softly.
His face was just inches away from her snug, pouting-lipped pussy. "That's-beautiful," he said quietly. "I've never seen one so close before."
Ethel slithered sideways on the bed to make room for him. "Lie down with me and kiss my titties, Neal," she directed. "You'll like that."
Neal fingered the dewy pink cunt for another few seconds before leaving it reluctantly. He stretched out beside Ethel, started to lower his head toward her firmly-rounded, ruby-nippled white breasts, then paused to look down into her face. "How do you know so much about all this?" he demanded.
"I don't know all that much," Ethel instinctively defended herself from the unspoken charge of promiscuity. "I was hoping we could find out together."
"But you're not a virgin?"
"No. Now no more questions, all right?"
"All right." Neal dropped his mouth upon Ethel's nude breast and lipped at its silky surface. The sensation made him wild; for five minutes he played with mouth and tongue and hands over every inch of Ethel from neck to knees. Again and again he returned to her soft buttocks, kneading and squeezing and caressing and cuddling her velvety nude hind cheeks. His face grew scarlet again, and Ethel became alarmed.
"Neal!" she said warningly. "You're going to shoot! Put it in me first!"
She widened and elevated her long, slender legs, and Neal moved in clumsily between them. He aimed his red-tipped prong at Ethel's deep dimple, but lost his target when he crouched down over her belly. "Where-is it?" he gasped. He shuddered as Ethel's hand slipped between their thighs and recaptured his straining penis.
"Let me do it, Neal," the girl whispered, steering the blunt head to her vaginal orifice. "Ahhhh! Now push, but slowly."
"Ohhhhhh, God, what-a feeling!" Neal groaned as he began to thrust into Ethel's already moist channel. She could feel the long cock distending her tight sheath, not painfully as Mark's had, but delightfully. Neal paused for a second, and then his slim hips began to jerk uncontrollably. "Oh, God!" he cried out. "I'm-I can't stop!" Ethel cradled him between her clasping knees as his jet-propelled sperm cascaded up into her twitching slit. Neal collapsed upon her, almost sobbing from emotional frustration. "I didn't-even have it-in you!" he croaked miserably. "All the way."
Ethel massaged his bare back with both palms. "Rest a minute," she whispered. "Maybe it will come up again."
"I wanted to really screw you!" Neal said in despair.
"Shhhh!" Ethel soothed him. "Wait." Her hands stroked the young male body, muscularly hard and terribly exciting to her. She raised her head and blew gently into Neal's ear. He shivered, and a slow stirring took place in his flesh embedded in hers. "There, see?" she comforted him. "Pretty soon it's going to be hard again."
They both almost held their breaths as Neal's prick once more dilated the cunningly clasping sheath. Ethel felt an awesome sense of power that she could provoke this reaction from a male. The semi-resurgent white cock stiffened rapidly, and Ethel cried out as new depths were probed in her slaveringly wet interior. Neal grunted as he shoved at her flesh, and Ethel strained to capture all of the hard gristle within her slippery chute.
Neal began to move upon her experimentally, and a fiery torch ignited in Ethel's cunt. An overpowering feeling of sensual abandon overtook her as she thrust her belly upward. "Fuck me, Neal!" she rasped hoarsely. "Go ahead-and fuck-meeeeee!"
Her excitement triggered his own. Neal hammered inexpertly but deeply at the liquefied upturned cunt, his breathing a husky roar. His cock felt like an iron rod as he slashed in an out of the girl's bronze-mossed sex-cranny. He felt stronger than he had ever felt in his life.
Ethel had a quick mental image of her mother on her back with Mark's thick cock plunged into the welcoming generously endowed full-fleshed cunt, and Ethel's excitement increased. Neal buried his prick in her love-trench with increasing speed and force. "Neal!" she cried out. "I'm-ohhh!" Her hips writhed upward, clear of the bed. "Ooooooh! Hard-er! HARDER! Ohhh! I'm-on fire! Oooooh! Neal! OHHHHHHHHHH-h-h-h-h-h!"
Her bottom had no more than subsided quiveringly upon the bed again when Neal's hips went into the same stutter-step as before. He exploded his slippery lance into Ethel's juicy pussy as hot jets rocketed from the tip of his prick into the girl's already inundated fissure. Ethel patted his shoulders and hugged him to her as his movements subsided to a gentle rocking motion upon her.
She spoke after a moment. "We've got to stop now, Neal."
"I want to do it again," he said, his voice muffled by his mouth's contact with the curve of her neck.
"We've been here long enough," she warned.
He raised his head to look into her face. "When can we do it again, Ethel?"
"Next week this time, if we can't arrange it sooner," she promised.
He raised himself from her reluctantly, and his diminished penis swung damply against his thigh. "How was that one?" he asked hopefully.
"Wonderful," she said softly. "Didn't you hear me?"
He nodded. "I was hoping it was good for you, too."
"Go take your shower," she said in almost a motherly tone. "I've got to clean up, too." He started for the bathroom and Ethel had her first good look at his lean, hard, male buttocks. "You have the littlest behind," she said wonderingly.
"Wait till I get you the next time," he said cockily, and disappeared into the bathroom after waving his cock at her.
Ethel smiled up at the ceiling with mingled tenderness for Neal and tolerance for his suddenly assumed masculinity.