Chapter 11
"Let's just fuck regular," Steven insisted, struggling to pin his sister to the bed long enough to get between her legs.
"No! I don't want it that way. I want it up the assl" she cried, trying to get her wrists free from his strong hands and twisting her body to keep him from getting his legs between hers.
"You always want it that way," he shot back, laughing at the way she managed to squirm away from him, though he had her arms pinned to the bed over her head and had almost had his victory a moment before. "Please?" he panted, taking a moment to catch his breath before trying again.
"Mom took my temperature this morning and it really turned me on," Nancy tried to explain, pausing in the meantime to rest her weary muscles. "I thought I'd die, waiting all day for you to come home and stick your thermometer up there! But you have to be selfish and want things your way."
"Okay. I promise to do it your way ... after we do it the regular way," he offered.
"No! I want it in the rear first!" she insisted. "Don't you see? I need it! All I can think about is sticking my ass up in the air and feeling her hands on my ass, then the damn thermometer slipping in."
Steven took advantage of the fact that she had relaxed and quickly stuck one of his legs between hers. She couldn't squirm away from him now, he knew, forcing her legs apart and bringing his weapon quickly to the target.
"No, please! Don't do it!" she cried out, fighting vigorously to keep him from seating his sword, but losing the battle. Then his spear sank into her suddenly yielding meat and she smiled. However, she continued to protest, though they both knew she was only fooling now. "You're raping me, Steven! Stop, or... or I'll scream!"
"Steven!" a familiar voice cut through the air, but it wasn't Nancy's. "What are you doing?" Dot-tie yelled.
"Huh?" he gulped, looking over his shoulder into the panic-stricken face of his mother, who was standing in the doorway.
"Get off your sister this instant!" Dottie ordered in a shrill voice. "Is this what I get for trying to help you? Get up!"
Steven tried to answer his mother and withdraw his throbbing muscle at the same time, but he couldn't accomplish either task. He was locked in the depths of his sister's clutching sex, agonized by the delicious sensation of the moist, hot well and the urgent need to satisfy the lust in his throbbing meat. Nancy had slipped lower, in an attempt to hide from her mother's view, which drove Steven even deeper into his prison.
Suddenly Dottie realized she had arrived a moment too late to be of any help to her daughter. She turned, angry and totally frustrated by what she had witnessed, slamming the door as she left.
As though in a trance, Dottie padded down the hall to her own room and slammed that door behind her. In a matter of a few seconds, she told herself, her daughter had been violated and she had lost her son to another woman. She slumped to a sitting position on the edge of the bed, wishing she could cry, but too numb to manage it.
The door opened a moment later and Nancy stepped timidly into the room. "Are you all right?" she asked, still naked and not the least bit concerned about it.
"Oh, Nancy," Dottie said in a hoarse whisper. "I'm so sorry, baby...."
"Sorry? What do you have to be sorry about?" the girl asked, moving quickly now to her mother's side to embrace her.
"It's all my fault ... this never should have happened. I'm sorry, Nan. I never dreamed .,.." Dottie was crying now.
"Please, Mom. Don't blame yourself ... or Steven. It wasn't his fault...."
"I never dreamed he would rape you," Dottie sobbed.
"Steven? ... Rape?" Nancy asked quizzically. "He didn't rape mel"
He didn't?" Dottie asked, getting up from the bed and looking Nancy in the eye. "Then ... you mean ... you aren't ... you didn't seduce him, did you?"
"What difference does it make?" Nancy asked softly, reaching out to embrace her mother again, but suddenly held off by her mother's hand.
"It makes a lot of difference!" Dottie snapped. "He's your brotherl"
"I know, Nancy said in a low voice. "And I love him."
Steven entered the room when he heard his sister's comment. "It's no use, Mom. Don't you see? I love the both of you!"
"You mean ... you ?. . and ... Mom?" Nancy stammered.
"We can't go on this way," Dottie said angrily. "I ... I turned to Steven ... because ... I missed your father so much and Steven was all I had."
"So?" Nancy blurted out. "I missed my father too!"
"Don't you see?" Dottie said. "There's a difference. I mean, Steven was a substitute to ... to ... I just couldn't bring myself to be with any man...."
"Is that what you think I was doing?" Nancy shot back. "Just letting him fuck me because he was handy at the moment? No feeling, no emotion, just fucking for the hell of it?"
"What I mean is..." Dottie tried to find the right words, "...Steven was the only one I could find to replace your father. I tried to find someone else. I even had an affair, to prove to myself that there were others I could enjoy. But it didn't work. Steven was the only one who could make me feel the way your father made me feel."
"I know," Nancy sighed.
"What are you saying?" Dottie asked, shocked by the statement and trying to control her anger.
"Well, I guess I can tell you. It really doesn't matter anymore." Nancy felt Steven's bare hip brush her side and she leaned back against his side, as though seeking support. Her brother responded by placing his hand on her shoulder and she could see her mother's eyes grow wide, revealing the fury of her jealousy. Nancy took a deep breath and continued, "You and Steven thought I was an innocent little virgin, because I didn't run around with many boys my own age and carry on like some of the other kids my age. But the truth of the matter is, I lost my cherry when I was about thirteen. You see, Mom, we were both sharing the same man!"
"Nancy..." Dottie managed, suddenly feeling weak. The bedroom seemed to be getting stuffy and her head was getting light. Dottie wanted to sit down again, but she remembered that in a sitting position her eyes would be almost on the same level with her children's exposed sex apparatus, making it difficult for her to concentrate and maintain any sense of authority.
"You can't exactly blame him," Nancy said in a low voice. "I loved him more than anything in the world and didn't know what I was doing to him when I rubbed my young body against him. When you were out of the house, I used any excuse to let him see me naked, because he made such a fuss over me ... kissing me all over and making me feel so wonderful inside. But those little affectionate kisses on my ass and between my legs soon stirred up things in both of us that got out of control as I got older."
"Oh, baby," Dottie said, reaching out her arms. Nancy responded by stepping away from Steven and going to her mother for a brief embrace.
"I didn't know what I was doing," Nancy added, then stepped back to look her mother in the eye. "And I guess Dad couldn't tell me to stop. He probably didn't want to hurt my feelings, because I really made a fuss over him."
"Yes, I understand," Dottie said, releasing her arms. She looked briefly at Steven, who stood awkwardly to the side and slightly behind Nancy, shifting his weight nervously from one foot to the other. Dottie couldn't keep from thinking about their nudity and how it made it that much more difficult to talk to them this way. But she said, "I guess I'm partly to blame too. I never gave your father all the things he wanted...."
"For years," Nancy went on, not waiting for her mother to finish the sentence, "the most he ever did was stick his finger up my ass. I loved it! And I loved the kisses that went with it ... on my little slit! But the real enjoyment came when he had me bend over and forced his cock up my asshole. I thought that was what sex was all about! It wasn't until I was almost fourteen that I discovered there was another way...."
"Is that why you always want it up your ass?" Steven cut in, trying to add a little levity to the discussion.
Nancy nodded her head and smiled at him, but when she spoke, she addressed her mother. "But it wasn't just the fucking that I wanted. ... It was his kisses! That's what really made me come alive! The rest was more for his pleasure than mine. And believe me, I wanted to please him!
"I tried to find boys who could make me feel the same way, but none of them wanted anything but their own satisfaction. It's like they're trying to set a record for sticking it in and coming faster than anyone else. They never think of the girl and what she wants, until... Steven...."
"I don't know what to say anymore," Dottie sighed. "We can't just ... share Steven ... like ... like a sweater we lend to one another... .*'
"Why not?" Steven asked with growing concern about the serious decisions they were making without consulting him, when it was his happiness at stake as well.
"You're absolutely right," Nancy said, ignoring Steven and talking directly to her mother. "We can't share him ... the way you make it sound ... like he was suddenly a rubber dildo at a pajama party."
Hey!" Steven said with building hostility. "Doesn't anybody give a damn about me?"
Nancy turned to him and said softly, "Silly. We're both crazy about you. That's the problem. If it hadn't all come out in the open, we probably would have gone on indefinitely. It would have been all up to you to keep us happy. But now ... well, I guess there's a bit of jealousy involved. ..."
"Your sister is right," Dottie said. "It just isn't the same anymore.. .."
"I don't see why it has to be any different," Steven objected strenuously.
"Let me talk to Mom alone for a few minutes, Steve," Nancy said, before her mother could answer his objection. "Go take a shower and come back in about fifteen minutes."
Steven hesitated, but he could see by the look in his sister's eyes that she was serious, but compassionate. Reluctantly, he turned without saying anything and started for the door, trying not to sulk, but determined to let them know he didn't approve of their making any decisions without consulting him. He closed the door, with his mother and sister watching every move he made.
Once Steven had left the room, Nancy turned to her mother and smiled. They had never really been close, she thought, but there was never any doubt about their mutual love and concern for one another.
"I want you to know," Nancy began in a whisper, "that I'm not jealous. You have every reason to hate me for what I did with my father...."
"I don't hate you for what you did with your father," Dottie interrupted. "It explains why he seemed to be getting mellow, but I really don't mind. I was even happy when his sex appetite began to dwindle...."
Nancy managed a little laugh and took her mother's left hand in both of her own hands, stepping closer as she said in a normal voice, "Then let's not make any hasty decisions about Steven. It could really make life unbearable if we do." She dropped her own hands, carrying her mother's with them, to a point just between their two bodies and inches from Nancy's exposed pubic hair.
"I love the both of you," Dottie said earnestly, suddenly aware that her fingers were now being tickled by the hairs between her daughter's legs. She tried not to think about it, convinced that Nancy was unaware of it as the girl pressed forward to kiss her cheek. Dottie felt the heat from the junction of Nancy's legs on her hand and the girl's full, firm breasts against her arm during the brief kiss. Then Nancy slipped one hand out from between their tightly pressed bodies, still holding Dottie's hand with the other. The girl slipped her free arm around Dottie's waist and hugged her even tighter. Dottie began to feel light-headed from the sensation of all the naked flesh pressed against her.
"This morning," Nancy said, with her cheek on her mother's shoulder and her eyes cast down, "when you were taking my temperature ... I got chills all through me."
"Please, don't!" Dottie gasped.
"Don't get the wrong idea," Nancy hastened to add. "I don't go for girls or anything like that. Some of my friends are into that, but it doesn't do anything for me. But it was different when you touched me this morning. I could tell you felt the same way as I did. Your hands were trembling. You wanted to feel me all over and I wanted you do it."
"Yes, baby," Dottie admitted in a low voice. "I did want to feel your ass ... and your tits too. Because you're mine. It's almost like buying a statue, I guess. You can look at it all you want, but unless you touch it, you're missing most of the pleasure of owning it."
"Then touch me!" Nancy said, taking her mother's free hand in her own and pressing it to her bare breast. "Don't be frightened if you get excited. Having your hand on my pussy excites me, but a girl can't give me what I want. If my body excites you, let it!"
Dottie let her hand caress Nancy's breast and she flexed the fingers of her captured hand, to feel the softness of her daughter's golden fleece. Then she closed her eyes as Nancy began to undress her. The excitement that was building in Dottie's body didn't frighten her anymore. The warm glow that it brought to Dottie's body seemed very much under control and she moved her hands more freely over Nancy's naked flesh, with her eyes open now so she could see the milky-white smoothness of her daughter's skin.
"This isn't going to solve our problem, you know," Dottie sighed as Nancy began to caress her now.
"I don't think I've ever seen you without any clothes on," Nancy said, ignoring her mother's comment. "You've got a gorgeous figure. I can see where I got my tits and ass from...."
Dottie had to close her eyes again when Nancy's finger slithered between her legs and examined the moist lips of her vagina. The girl was more daring than herself, Dottie thought as the finger lingered to explore the vestibule of her sex,
"Feels good, doesn't it?" Nancy asked.
Before Dottie could answer, the door opened and she blushed from head to toe to have Steven see what they were doing.
"Take off your robe, silly," Nancy told her brother, who was frozen in place at the door. "You didn't have to get dressed. Come on in and join the fun. We're getting to know one another for the first time."
Steven stared with saucer-wide eyes when he saw Nancy's hand between Dottie's legs. While Nancy wasn't the least bit bashful about what she was doing, he could see his mother was embarrassed. He slipped out of the robe and timidly walked over to where they were standing. It struck him funny to see his mother standing there with her hands behind her back, looking like a little girl that got caught with her pants down, while Nancy casually eased her slender finger into Dottie's sex. He felt awkward, standing there watching and not knowing what to do.
"Now don't go getting the wrong idea," Nancy said to Steven, while running her free hand over Dottie's breasts, down her stomach and over her hip, where she massaged the balls of flesh vigorously. "It may look strange to you, but we're not trying to get our jollies this way. It has nothing at all to do with sex. It's just a form of expression."
Meanwhile, Dottie continued to blush and Steven just watched wide-eyed. The controlled excitement Dottie had experienced earlier was rapidly building into an urgent animal lust for more than her daughter's finger. She also knew that the reason for getting so excited now was the thrill of getting caught playing a forbidden game.
Only Nancy knew what was ultimately going to happen, since she was doing her best to bring it about. She was convinced the three of them could never be happy living in the same house, if her mother was allowed to dwell on the jealousy she had displayed earlier. Nancy's only hope was to convince her mother that it wasn't really that bad sharing a lover, based on her own knowledge of the subject.
"You can join in, Steven," Nancy said casually. "Just as long as you keep sex out of it."
"How the hell can I do that?" he complained. "I'm getting a hard-on just watching.
"Well, keep it to yourself then," Nancy said 175
with a wink. "See? I can finger Mom's snatch and stick my finger up her asshole without getting all hot and bothered by it." She could feel her mother respond to the suggestion with a fresh flow of girl-flux, and Nancy knew she would be getting to the point of not caring about anything but Steven's meat.
"I-I-I. .. think ... we'd ... better stop," Dottie stammered.
"Okay," Nancy quickly agreed. "Sure you don't want to finger me? It's a great experience examining someone's slit. ..."
"N-n-no ... maybe ... next time," Dot-tie answered, her eyes searching Steven's face for a clue as to what he must be thinking of her.
"Would you look at this?" Nancy quipped, running her hand over Steven's stiff member. "Your little boy sure has a big cock, Mrs. Miller."
"Yes, I know," Dottie sighed, watching Steven sit on the edge of the bed, not aware that Nancy was directing him, since her eyes were now fixed on the huge prong that jutted out from between his legs. She moved easily when Nancy prompted her to a standing position before him.
"Oh, Steven," Dottie moaned, straddling his legs and impaling herself on his long pole. "Mmmmm ... I'm so happy we can all be together. I'll try not to interfere with you and Nancy, pet... ."
"Doesn't his cock feel good?" Nancy whispered over Dottie's shoulder.
"Oh, yes!" Dottie cried happily, bouncing up and down on him to piston it in and out.
"We're going to have lots of fun together," Nancy whispered in her ear. "While he's fucking you and feeling your tits, I can get behind you and tickle your asshole...."
"Oh! YES! I love that!" Dottie responded, bouncing faster on the throbbing shaft.
"Steven can even eat my pussy, while he's fuckm' you," Nancy purred, climbing on the bed and signaling her brother to recline, so she could straddle his face. "Isn't this wild? There's no reason the three of us can't enjoy fucking at the same time."
"Don't smother Steven," Dottie cautioned. "You've got beautiful tits, sweetheart. I should have known your father was up that gorgeous ass of yours. He loved assholes more than anything. ..."
"Mmmmm ... he also loved eating pussy," Nancy added.
Dottie felt Steven's muscle flex and jerk deep in her belly. Her beautiful daughter was over his head, facing her, and Dottie could see the boy struggle to get his mouth up to his sister's sex. It was an awkward position for him to manage much more than a passive role, Dottie thought as she continued to slide up and down on his thick shaft. She was kneeling on the bed, so close to the edge that her knee would slip off every once in a while and her full weight would come down on her son's groin, knocking the wind out of him.
There was some doubt in Dottie's mind as to whether Nancy was telling the truth about her relationship with her father. She wondered if it wasn't just the girl's fantasy about her father that she wanted to believe was the truth. Perhaps it was all just a lie to accomplish this orgy, Dottie thought, as she watched the girl tease her brother by moving away from his hungry mouth.
"Not that it matters anymore," Dottie gasped, holding herself perched at the peak of excitement. "But were you telling the truth about you and your father? Or did you just say those things to soften me up?"
"It's the truth!" Nancy replied, trying to be serious, but unable to control the giddy feeling Steven's tickling tongue was creating at her anus. "But you don't have to take my word for it.... OH! Steve! Mmmmm ... I love that tongue of his.... What was I saying? Oh, yeah. If you don't believe me, ask Cathy Duncan...."
"Cathy? How would she know?"
"One morning she came in the house looking for you ... oh, that tongue is driving me crazy.... Anyway, Cathy walked into the laundry room and saw us," Nancy closed her eyes then and began squirming on Steven's face.
"Some friend!" Dottie said, grinding her hips harder and faster now as she watched her daughter struggle for an orgasm. "Think ... she'd . .. tell... me___"
"Don't be silly," Nancy said breathlessly. "She's got three sons she's fuckin' around with...
"Oh! More, Steve, more ... mmmmmm ... stick it all the way in. Harder, harder, HARDER! Auuuggghhhh!"
Dottie looked frantically for something to grab onto. There wasn't enough of Steven visible, and her own orgasm was breaking through the floodgates. She hated herself for all those years she had held back her lust for her son, not knowing that it was going on all around her. She dug her fingers into the bedspread, seized fistfuls, and pulled herself down on Steven as hard as she could. "OH! BABY!" she cried out. "Nnnnnggghhh-hhh..."
Steven couldn't answer, but she felt his response deep in her belly. What a joy it is to have such wonderful kids, she told herself. They don't get into trouble; get good grades in school; and they're so devoted.... "Mmmmm ... you kids make me so happy!" she cried out to the tangled mass of flesh.