Chapter 16
Christmas Day provided a sense of relief to Debbie, for she realized she would soon be going home. Even though she enjoyed being with Harriet, she nevertheless felt guilty about carrying on with her in a sexual vein. Richard was handsome but he had some very morbid ideas about sex. He told her secretly that he would pay her well if she would allow him to photograph her having sex in one of his porno flicks. He promised her she could wear a mask and her identity would be hidden. But she thought better of that.
Now as she picked out her gifts from under the Christmas tree, she was concerned over what Harriet had given her. Debbie's gift came in a long, octangular box. She opened it in awe. And then she saw a long plastic dildo. She glanced up at Harriet gratefully.
"That's so sweet of you to think of me," she smiled appreciatively.
From Richard she received a money gift. He gave her twenty dollars. He added a card with his phone number on it for her. Harriet instantly saw this and objected.
"I don't want you corrupting Debbie," she complained.
Richard paid no attention to Harriet's protests. "You want that privilege reserved for yourself," he told her.
They went to a village restaurant for Christmas Day dinner. That evening Harriet excused herself, saying she had to visit a girl friend in the village who had just split up with her husband. Richard told her not to worry. He said he would try to entertain Debbie. Harriet gave him a warning.
"I don't want the two of you doing anything when I'm not around here," she informed him flatly.
"Would I do a thing like that?" Richard smiled. After Harriet was gone Richard suggested Debbie get high. "On what?"
"I've got some real fresh grass," he told her.
The idea of smoking pot was new to Debbie. This surprised Richard.
"I thought all of you high school girls smoked pot."
When Debbie tried to explain why she had never become involved with pot smoking, Richard wouldn't listen to her.
"I want to tell you something," he declared. "Pot will provide thrilling sensations you never knew before. Why don't you enjoy yourself for once?"
Debbie was a girl who always liked to try everything once.
"All right, just once," she agreed.
At this point she was game for anything. To her surprise she did enjoy the sensations that the marijuana created. She relaxed and began having the urge to go naked.
"Just do anything that you feel like," Richard told her softly.
Debbie had always wanted to be a ballet dancer.
"I want to dance my own naked ballet," she exclaimed.
"As you will." Richard smiled.
Debbie removed all her clothes. And then she began dancing about the room.
"That's not the way a ballet dancer moves," Richard laughed.
"I'm improvising, can't you see?" she asked as perched on a chair.
Suddenly she flung herself across the room, doing a series of pirouettes.
"You have some knowledge of ballet," Richard observed.
"When I was a young girl," she explained, mother had dreams of my becoming a ballerina. Yes, I do have some background. I took lessons for awhile."
As she swung around the room doing a series of turns and leaps, Richard observed her finely contoured naked body.
"Why don't we go into the bedroom?" he suggested.
She nodded. When they got into the bedroom Debbie felt a sudden urge to undress him.
"Stand right where you are," she exclaimed excitedly.
Richard laughed as he listened to her.
"If you say so," he told her.
She swiftly began undressing him, first unbuttoning his shirt. Then she eased it off his shoulders. Taking a deep breath Richard expanded his chest. She let her soft, delicate, young hands reach up to grip the strength of his chest.
"You're so strong," she exclaimed.
"My third leg is the strongest one I've got," he told her. "Why don't you pull my pants off?"
Debbie could do anything now. The pot was taking effect. She could see glorious rainbows in her mind as she unfastened his belt. His pants quickly fell to the floor.
"Aren't you gonna take my shoes off?" The brown-haired, blue-eyed, six-footer smiled at her.
"Yes," she exclaimed eagerly.
Richard sat down and she unfastened his shoes. Then she pulled off his socks and next his pants. Now he was left only with his tight-fitting white nylon shorts. Getting to his feet once more he stood there proudly, eager to expose the bulge in his crotch to her hungry gaze.
"You can have it," he said, gently letting his hand slide over his throbbing cock.
Wasting no time now, Debbie tugged at the elastic waistband of his shorts and suddenly reached down to feel his rigid, rock-hard cock.
"When you touch me," he explained, "I get so passionate I can hardly control it."
Debbie knew Richard was telling her the truth, for as she peeled his shorts down and his huge cock jutted out in front of him, she could see drops of crystal cum oozing at the small slit.
"Hey, baby," she said, "you are really turned on."
Richard smiled. "On your knees and worship me," he exclaimed excitedly.
Without shame or guilt Debbie dropped to her knees. She pulled the proud, rigid cock to her mouth and started hungrily nibbling at the tip of it.
"Eat it," he ordered her. "Suck on it."
Her lips gripped his penis tip firmly. She let her tongue slide over the smooth, pulsating head of his penis. Her hands reached down to cup his balls and she massaged his testicles playfully.
"Why don't you oil it with your mouth?" he suggested. "And 111 sodomize you."
The thought of sodomy with his huge penis frightened the young girl. She wasn't that high yet. Pulling her mouth off his penis she looked up at him nervously.
"I don't see how you could fit it all in," she complained.
The thrill of having his thick, throbbing cock in her mouth was all Debbie wanted now. She was eager to feel his sperm exploding. She wanted to suck the creamy hot cum from his cock and swallow him. Closing her eyes she let her mouth slide up and down his slick penis.
"That's real good," Richard panted as he pumped it at her. "Get it nice and saliva slick so it'll be easy sliding up your asshole."
She could tell from the way he spoke just how anxious he was to experiment with her. But sodomy seemed like a very difficult sexual experiment.
"I want to slip it up your asshole," he told her. "You will really love it when I shove it."
It wasn't going to be much longer now. Going over to the bed he pulled back the bedspread. Perhaps she could inject a twinge of fear into Richard if she mentioned the fact that her Aunt Harriet might come home and catch them.
"Oh, Aunt Harriet won't mind," Richard assured her knowingly. "I'll let her tongue-fuck my asshole while I'm screwing your behind."
Nothing she could say seemed to make any difference. Richard had his own ideas about the position he wanted her in.
"On your knees, ass-fucker," he demanded. Debbie got on her knees. Her upturned asscheeks were poised now for his penis. He climbed on behind her. Gripping her asscheeks firmly, he suddenly let his saliva-slickened cock shove forward. "Fuck it," he told her. "Come on and fuck." He was riding into her with deep, hard strokes now. When he got to her tight anus he realized how difficult it would be to slip by her anal ring.
"Close your eyes," he explained, "I've got a nice big surprise for you."
Richard didn't say another word before he shoved forward with a powerful lunge. His massive cock rammed in her tight rectum, almost tearing her in two.
"Ouch!" Debbie exclaimed as she felt the piercing pain at the moment of impact.
"You'll love it once I stretch it," he told her. She could barely breathe now. She clutched her hands in pain as she felt him riding insanely up her asshole. His weighty balls were slapping against her upturned asscheeks as he rammed in with full force.
"You're tight," he told her, "and if there's anything I like it's fucking a tight ass. Oh, baby, milk it with your butt now."
Richard went on thrusting his penis. He wanted Debbie to develop skill at milking his manhood for him. After the terrifying pain had vanished, pleasure did surface for Debbie. Gripping his cock tightly with her ass muscles she undulated her hips back and forth.
"That's not the way I want you to do it," he explained. "Shimmy your ass. Pick up the tempo."
Richard illustrated by driving his cock in her ass in short, smooth cock stabs.
"Ohhh, yes, yes, right up your ass," he exclaimed as he thrust in with all of his might.
She was enjoying his wild fucks. Debbie developed the same tempo with her ass that he skhTfully used in screwing her from behind. As her buttocks swung into action he became more aroused than ever. Bending over all the way he pressed his chest against her back and reached around to feel her huge bosoms. His fingertips pinched her nipples as he sodomized her with all of his might.
"Fm almost there," he exclaimed passionately as he gave her the most frenzied, insane fucking up her tight asshole she'd ever experienced in her young life. As he got his rocks off a surge of hot cum gushed searingly up her ass.
"Fuck me, fuck me," he commanded as she milked him with her butt.
As he was pulling his prick out of her asshole, Harriet opened the bedroom door and was angry.
"Just in time," she exclaimed, glaring at the two of them. "Can't leave you for a minute with her."
"Why don't you hop on board?" Richard suggested. "You could suck on my asshole while I finish fucking her butt."
Harriet would not agree to this. "How sick do you think I am?" she asked angrily.
"Why don't you go in there and smoke some of that fresh grass I bought to celebrate the holidays?" he smiled.
Shaking her head, Harriet slammed the bedroom door shut. Richard knew he'd better pull his penis out of Debbie's tight anus and make his apologies to Harriet for playing around with Debbie's behind when she was gone. He pulled his cock too swiftly from Debbie's asshole and she winced in pain.
"Fm sorry," he told her reassuringly. "I guess I pulled out too quickly."
He hurried to try and calm Harriet down.
"She's only eighteen," Harriet told him angrily.
"But she's been screwed a lot," Richard reminded her. "You screwed her, too, remember? And I don't think her parents would appreciate your Christmas gift to her. Maybe it was just a gag, but if she goes home with that dildo, you're in trouble."
What Richard had said brought Harriet back to the pit of reality that was her strange existence.
"You know I think the world of you, Harriet," Richard said soothingly as he placed his hands on her shoulders, standing behind her. "Yes, I know," she said.
It was obvious to Harriet that Debbie would have to go home sooner than planned. As she helped her pack the next morning, she told her she couldn't take the dildo Christmas present with her.
"I'm going to give you some cologne," she explained. "That would be more appropriate."
That afternoon Richard and Harriet drove Debbie to the train station. Tenderly Debbie kissed them both good-bye and then boarded the train, taking a seat by the window. As the train pulled away from the mountain village a myriad of stately pine trees, laden with snow-packed branches, seemed to genuflect in ethereal farewell as a pensive Debbie wiped a few stray tears from her pale cheeks.
When Debbie finally arrived home she had to take a taxi. Her parents had left word that they couldn't pick her up. As she arrived at her house she saw a light on in her brother's bedroom. She could hardly wait to see him again. Quietly she opened the front door with the key that she always carried with her and then she tiptoed up the curving stairway and down the hall to his room. As she opened the door to her brother's room she saw him sitting with a book before him at his desk. He turned in surprise and a smile filled his face.
"Debbie, I'm so glad you're back." He rushed over to embrace her and they kissed passionately.
"You don't know what I've been through," she whispered.
They sat down together on the edge of Steve's bed. Debbie told him the torrid details of her Christmas holiday at her Aunt Harriet's place. As Steve listened he realized what a terrible thing he'd done by ever starting her out on sex.
"I'm sorry we ever had sex," he told her honestly. "I never knew it would end up like this."
"Oh, Steve," she sobbed, "don't say that. I've been waiting for this moment when we could have sex again like we used to."
"No, no, Debbie," Steve exclaimed, rising and walking away. Opening the bedroom door he stepped into the hallway.
He got a jolt! For his parents had been listening to their conversation.
"I never thought you would do things like that," Debbie's father said.
"I ... I don't know what got into me," Debbie whimpered as she realized her parents knew at last.
Her mother glared at her and told her bluntly, "I know what got into you. The devil. You're possessed."
Suddenly Debbie remembered the movie, The Exorcist. Vividly she recalled the bed being lifted and the little girl spitting green vomit in a terrifying scene from the movie.
"Oh, Mom, are you gonna have to exorcise me?" she asked anxiously.
Tears streaked down her mother's cheeks as she said no.
"I would disown you if I could," she told her, "but somehow we've got to keep you and Steve apart for a while. This will all blow over if you can be separated."
Debbie began to cry on her mother's shoulder.
"I never should have allowed you to go to Harriet's place," she said sadly. "That was my fault. Forgive me."
A few days later arrangements were made whereby Debbie would quietly slip out of the high school that she'd been attending and enter a girls' school. Steve remained in school. Having succeeded in keeping it quiet to everyone but the immediate family, their parents felt they had saved both children from the pain and torture that would certainly be their legacy if they pursued the trail of wanton sexual behavior that they had begun.
One night as Debbie was alone she looked out at the hills that surrounded the girls' school. The moonlight was creating patterns of shadows and light through the trees. She wished she could be close to her brother again. Vividly she recalled their intimate lovemaking. How wonderful it would be if they could only have just one hour together. Locked in each other's arms with their bodies entwined and their lips pressing against each other. But Debbie knew it was all a fantasy, a dream that could never come true. She knew that the secrets locked within her heart must remain there. No one could understand unless he had experienced erotic love for someone in his own family—as she had.