Chapter 9
To her friends and neighbors, it appeared that Dorothy Miller had finally come out of mourning for her husband. It was difficult to arrive at any precise conclusions, since the attractive brunette didn't do anything obvious, but they suspected she had met someone new and was having an affair. And Dottie dicl everything she could to encourage them to go on thinking that she was. In her mind, she formed a picture of her lover; where he worked, where they met secretly-since only a married man would suit her purpose and not be expected to visit her at home-and she set up a routine to give the impression she was slipping off to meet someone.
It seemed impractical and a waste of time at first, but she soon discovered her scheme to fool the neighbors was actually a blessing that lifted her own spirits. On her first trip to Manhattan, which she decided was the only logical place for her secret lover to work, she discovered the trips didn't have to be a waste of time, after all. She found that the city was filled with so many exciting stores that she decided to spend the time just shopping. The experience became so invigorating to her mental attitude that she actually spent more time on each trip than she had originally allotted to her fictitious lover. Her obvious good spirits upon her return from her trips only added that much more to the deception.
Dottie's fears about Steven's losing interest in her once he had satisfied his curiosity, didn't materialize. His appetite seemed to be insatiable, she told herself, and her biggest problem was still trying to control him when Nancy was home. His escape route for leaving her room if Nancy should come home unexpectedly soon became his way of entering her room when Nancy was home.
"How many times must I tell you not to come here like this?" Dottie scolded in a whisper, when his presence in the dark bedroom became known to her.
"She's asleep by now ... she'll never know," he whispered back, slipping under the covers with Dottie and sending his hands over her body in search of pleasure.
"Please, Steven, don't," she giggled as one of his hands slipped between her legs and tickled her anus.
"Shush! You'll wake Nancy," he retorted jokingly, while fanning the sparks of desire in her body with his caressing hands. "I'll leave if you let me slip under the covers and kiss your pussy. .. ."
"Why do you torment me like this?" Dottie moaned as his mouth devoured one of her breasts, while his hand gently massaged the junction of her legs.
He answered by licking a path down her stomach with his wet tongue. She could tell by his movements that he was lifting a leg over her body to straddle her, while his tongue danced in circles around her navel. There wasn't much moonlight filtering into the room, but Dottie could distinguish the boy's rump arched over her shoulders as he continued to tease her naval with his tongue. Her arms were pinned to her sides by his legs, but she worked them free and began rubbing his smooth buttocks with the same adoring strokes she had used the very first time she had felt him. Steven stopped tonguing her navel and lowered his posterior until he was almost sitting on her face. She felt her nose nestle in the deep crack and kissed the spot blindly, to which he reacted with an approving groan, a wiggle, and a thrust of his butt in her face. But by then one of Dottie's hands had latched onto his stiff member. She pushed his buttocks from her face with her free hand and brought his organ to her mouth. After a quick, teasing kiss on the tip, she whispered hoarsely, "Isn't this what you really came for?"
With his head still under the covers, the answer was a muffled, "Yeah!" But he quickly threw the covers off and added over his shoulder. "Let's do it together! You suck me and I'll lick you!"
Dottie squirmed at the sound of these words she was getting accustomed to hearing him use.
Though she wouldn't admit it, the street language he used actually excited her, and the boy had a way of knowing this too, because he continued to use it over her objections.
"Come on now," he whispered enthusiastically, "I'm gonna stick my tongue up your delicious cunt and stick my cock in your beautiful mouth!"
Dottie opened her mouth to catch her breath, but it was suddenly filling with his thick, throbbing meat. The bulbous knob at the end of his weapon skidded along her tongue and drove deep into her throat. She was only vaguely aware of his fingers fidgeting with her tender slit. The smell and taste of him was mind-consuming, and her primary concern was to prepare for the pending climax that always choked and gagged her. Then she felt a hot flash shoot through her body as his wet tongue plunged deep into the hot mouth between her legs, and she found herself choking and gagging from that sensation. His hot juices discharged almost at the same time his tongue darted into her hot furnace, but it didn't alter his thirst for the girl-flux that saturated his tongue, and he continued his savage attack on her tender flesh until she released the full tide of her orgasm.
After each of these encounters, under the cover of darkness, Dottie had to admit to herself that the danger of doing it with Nancy just down the hall added to the thrill and excitement of the occasion. She was never sorry afterwards that he had taken the risk, but continued to complain nervously when he first entered the room. On the other hand, she totally enjoyed their leisure afternoons together, when she could see his eager face and watch every move he made.
There was no longer any need to play roles, Dottie realized with a sense of relief. Though the boy was usually the one who was aggressive and anxious to be alone with her, there were times when Dottie would take the initiative and suggest they go up to her room for a "rubdown." It wasn't a secret any more that he brought her the same enjoyment that she gave him, and they both felt better about it.
"Steven! Steven!" Nancy blurted out breathlessly when she reached the top of the stairs and raced down the hall to his room. "Steve!" she cried out again, bubbling over with excitement as she rushed into his open bedroom.
"What's the matter?" he called back, alarmed by the urgent sound of her voice.
"OH!" Nancy screeched, when she saw him race from the bathroom to meet her and found he was naked.
"What the hell is the matter?" he asked with alarm, thinking the house was on fire from the tone of her voice.
"Your door was open...." Nancy gulped, staring with saucer-wide eyes at the tube of flesh swinging between her brother's legs. "... I
didn't... mean___to ..."
"Forget thatl Tell me what's wrong!" "It.... it can wait..." she answered apologetically.
"Damn it! You scare the shit out of me and now you won't tell me what's wrong?"
"Well, I didn't know you were taking a shower," she shot back. "And I didn't expect to see you ... you naked like that!"
"Then hand me my robe ... behind the door there," he said in a softer voice, pointing to the hall door. "But tell me what's the matter."
"Aren't you embarrassed?" she asked with a little grin. "I mean ... letting your sister see you like that?"
"Balls! If it bothers you, hand me my robe ... it's hanging behind the door.... And stop looking if it bothers you to see a man naked." "It doesn't bother me ... if it doesn't bother youl"
"Then will you please tell me what all the excitement is about?" he asked sarcastically.
Nancy smiled at him and looked him over from head to toe before saying, "You'll never guess who just called."
"Oh, shit! Don't tell me you scared the life out of me over some dumb phone call from one of your boyfriends."
"No ... no. It wasn't for me. It was for Mom! You'll never guess...." "Well, tell me."
"It was Mike Johnson!" she said with renewed excitement in her voice.
"So?"
"Don't you see?" Nancy asked, frustrated by her brother's apparently slow thinking process. "Mike Johnson is married, dummy. Why would he call Mom? You can bet that it isn't to tell her she forgot her hairbrush in the cabin. ... Oh, Steven, don't you see? He probably wants to meet her someplace ... you know, to have an affair!"
"Maybe," Steven said thoughtfully, leaning back against his dresser now as he relaxed. "But I don't think it'll work-------"
"Don't be so naive!" Nancy cut him off, stepping quickly over to his bed and sitting on the edge. "They probably got together up at the lake ... while we were off with his dumb kids ... and ... and his wife too, if you recall those dances at night. And now he wants to see her again. I just know it! He's in the city. That's where he was calling from, so you know he wants to see her."
"Okay. Maybe you're right about his intentions. But I'll bet she turns him down...."
"Well, I think she's crazy if she does. It's so exciting ... to think of having an affair with a married man. And personally, I think she could use the change." Nancy lowered her eyes from his face to the limp noodle between his legs. Then she looked back at his face and asked, "Doesn't it bother you ... to let a girl look at you all naked?"
"If it embarrasses you, why didn't you hand me my robe," he said, moving toward the door where his robe hung.
"That's not what I meant," Nancy laughed. "You don't have to cover up for my benefit. I just thought you'd get a little hot ... you know, a hard-on ... exposing yourself to a girl. That's all I meant."
Steven stopped and turned to look at her. "Why?" he asked.
"Don't guys get hot and bothered showing their cocks to sweet little girls like me?" she asked coyly.
"Maybe you'd better get out of here," he said, with an air of maturity. "Little sisters shouldn't see this sort of thing until they get married."
"No kidding? But you're hung pretty good for a baby brother." she laughed. "And if you think that's the first cock I've ever seen ... then you're wrong ... except of course, I've never seen one limp like that. They're usually stiff and reaching for the sky."
"Well, I wouldn't tell Mom," she shot back. "She still thinks you're a virgin!"
"How about you? Are you still a virgin?" Nancy gave him a coy smile and extended her chest teas-ingly.
"Don't be silly," he said, with a sense of confidence he had never known before and thankful it was the truth. He began to pad in the direction of the bathroom again, satisfied with himself and the way he had handled the situation. At the same time he knew he could control the twinge of lust that rumbled gently in his groin. Perhaps it was his proudest moment, he thought. At long last he was dismissing his older sister with the same blase attitude with which she had dismissed him for years. He jokingly added, "But if you hang around much longer my cock is going to get ideas...*'
"It's already getting ideas," she laughed, pointing to the slowly rising pole. "There was a time when you'd be trying to feel my ass by now ... what with the two of us all alone in your room like this. But I guess you're too grown up for that sort of thing. And don't think I haven't noticed that you don't walk around anymore with a big bulge in your jeans from just being close to my ass or tits."
Steven turned to face her, his male muscle fully flexed and pointing straight at her. "You sure as hell didn't do anything to ease the agony I was going through. If you knew I was so fuckin' hot all the time, why the hell didn't you give me a little feel of your ass once in a while?"
"Maybe I was waiting for you to take it," Nancy responded softly, her full, pouting lips moving sensuously as she eyed his stiff, ballooning member.
Steven watched her big blue eyes dance with delight as he moved slowly back to where he had been leaning on the dresser and resumed his leisure pose. She was beautiful, he admitted after a quick appraisal, remembering how she had tormented him in her little bikini when they were on vacation. At the time, he would have given anything for just a glimpse or touch of her exquisite body. "Well, maybe I thought you'd make a big scene.... And maybe I thought you were just a cock teaser."
"I am a cock teaser!" Nancy chirped proudly. "It separates the men from the boys!"
"Shit! You make up more tests to separate the men from the boys than anybody I know," he retorted sarcastically. "Have you ever tried turning a boy into a man?"
"Yes, but it doesn't work," she sighed. "At least not for me. I prefer older men, who aren't afraid to get down and show me how much they want me ... by kissing my pussy. Boys turn green at the thought.... How about you?"
"Eatin' pussy is my second favorite sport," he smiled confidently. "My favorite is watching girls squirm and scream when I stick my tongue up their assholes."
"Owwww, Steve ... do you mean it? Or are you putting me on?"
"Have you ever had your asshole reamed?" he grinned.
"Oh, yes! I love that too! But ... but ... not when I'm all hot and bothered ... that's when I want my cunt licked. Up the ass is good for building a fire inside me. ..."
"Well, maybe I'll give you the works some day," he said, with a hint of arrogance in his voice. "But I think you'd better leave now so I can finish getting dressed before Mom comes home."
"She won't be home for hours," Nancy purred suggestively, getting up from the bed to face him eye to eye. "Let's stop talking about it and just do it!"
"Hey, look ... Just because I've got a hard-on doesn't mean I'm dying to get down and eat your slit."
Nancy fixed a smile on her full, red lips and stared deep into her brother's eyes as she began lifting her bulky-knit sweater up from her waist. "What does it take to put you in the mood?" she asked, slowly exposing her full, braless white breasts. Once his eyes dropped to feast on the offering, she quickly pulled the sweater over her head and tossed it over her shoulder. She struck a pose with her hands on her hips, legs spread apart, and her bare chest thrust out at him. "I've been told my tits are gorgeous," she cooed.
"They are gorgeous ... mouth-watering gorgeous ... but I'm still not making any promises about eating your pussy."
Nancy turned her back to him and began opening her jeans. Her long blonde hair swept forward over her left shoulder as she flicked her head to look at him over the right. "I don't know why I even believe you'll do it, but we'll soon find out." With her thumbs tucked into the jeans at the hips, she pushed down, exposing two white, marble-like, ivory smooth, perfectly matched globes of flesh. She watched his eyes devour the mounds hungrily as she stepped out of the jeans and panties. Then she bent quickly to retrieve the sweater from where it had fallen in the center of the bed.
"I got news for you, Nan," Steven whispered, taking a step toward her.? "You just put me in the mood!"
With the sweater clutched to her stomach, covering herself as though pretending modesty, Nancy turned quickly to face him, halting his advance. "In the mood for what?" she teased.
"To eat you all up!" he responded enthusiastically.
"You really know how to make a girl beg for it, don't you?" she sulked, reaching out to slide her fingers down the underside of his vein-popping meat. "I want this in me too," she whispered, fisting his spear and stroking it with a gradually increased tempo.
Steven's itching fingers reached for her breasts and caressed the firm orbs gently, as though tasting the meat through his fingers. His eyes watched her nipples fizz-out hard and quivering. "If you only knew how long I've ached to feel your gorgeous tits and kiss your gorgeous ass," he whispered breathlessly. At that same instant, his throbbing flesh surrendered to her squeezing, stroking fist and discharged its hot lava. "Ahhhhgggghhhhh!" he groaned as his come shot against her bulky-knit sweater.
"Mmmmmmmm," she hummed, encouraging him to spend it all. "You're so handsome. And I love the feel of your shooting cock in my hand. It's so big and hot... ."
"Sonofabitch!" he hissed to himself. "Damn it!"
"Don't be angry," Nancy whispered, squeezing his muscle for the last drop of lust. "I won't disappoint you. I promise. If you don't disappoint me, you can have anything you want. Anything!"
"You didn't have to jack me off.... Son-ofabitch ... I hate comin' so damn fast. ..."
"Don't cry over spilled cream, Steve.... I'll make it up to you. You'll see." She released his weapon and stepped backwards until her legs touched the bed. Her eyes remained fixed on his and she continued to hold the sweater modestly against her stomach. "You can blame it on my ego, if you like, but I didn't want you doing anything you didn't really want to do, just to get your reward. Now if you kiss my snatch, I'll know you're doing it because you want it as much as I do. When you finish ... if your cock is all hard and ready to go again, I'll know it was the excitement of eating me that got you that way...."
"You're too damned complicated, Nan," he interrupted. "Forget all your dumb tests and what your fuckin' ego wants. I'd eat you from head to toe, front and back, whether you wanted it or not. And the reason is just that you look delicious enough to eat. That's all!"
"I-I-I guess I'm a little spoiled. And I guess I hate being pampered just enough to surrender what some bastard would have settled for from the start. The problem, I guess, is that I know what it's like to be wanted so badly by someone that they'd do anything and everything just to make me happy."
"All you have to do is give me a chance. Sure, I'd like to fuck you.... But I'd come eating you, because that's what I want to do."
"Then I'll give you a chance ... right ... now," she purred, lowering the sweater slowly and watching the expression on his face as he stared wide-eyed at the naked flesh being exposed for the first time.
"Sheeet! I-I-I've never seen a real fuckin' blonde..." he gasped as the sweater revealed the fluffy patch of golden-blonde hair.
Nancy dropped the sweater and lowered herself to a sitting position on the edge of the bed, her arms outstretched for him to come to her. His reaction was all she hoped it would be and she saw he was breathless from her display. She watched him kneel before her, place his hands on her knees and spread her legs wide, eager to get at the meal that held him spellbound.
"Kiss it nice for me," she pleaded as his head lowered to the junction of her legs. "Please , . . kiss ... it... nice .. ."
Steven smiled up at his sister's pretty face, then licked a path along her inner thigh, stopping short of the golden fleece to begin the same tongue ride on her other thigh. Nancy sat on the edge of the bed watching his handsome face and teasing tongue, not at all sure he would fulfill her craving lust, but aware of an inner glow she hadn't felt for a long time.
The boy pressed his nose into the silky-soft hair and inhaled deeply, exaggerating the sound so his sister would hear it. Then he lifted his face and looked up into hers again, saying, "Mmmmm ... it smells so sweet and delicious. Almost smells as good as it looks...."
"Oh, Steve," Nancy purred, combing her slender fingers through his brown hair until both hands met at the back of his head. With a gentle nudge in the direction of her panting sex, she whispered, "You're a worse tease than I am, Steve."
Without hesitating, he pressed his tight lips to the aching spot she desperately wanted kissed. The golden-blond hair cushioned the impact and he knew it tantalized her more to feel the pressure of the kiss without actually feeling his lips on her sensitive vaginal lips. He would keep her guessing, he told himself. Perhaps even wait until she begged him a little.
"Mmmmmm ... I love the sight and feel of your handsome face between my legs," she said, squeezing his head with her strong legs for emphasis. "It's the only way to show a girl you love her and want her...."
Using his thumb and forefinger, Steven parted the moistening hair and eyed the puffy coral-colored lips that were puckered and poised for his kiss. "If it tastes as good as it looks and smells, I'm gonna gain a lot of weight," he said, then lowered his wet, open mouth to engulf her tender meat.
"Oh, Steven!" Nancy cried as he sucked the breath from her. Then she felt his tongue dance and dart excitingly over the panting mouth of her sex. She dovetailed the fingers of both hands behind his head and pulled him into the junction of her legs, knowing she would get anything she wanted or needed from his hungry mouth.
"Tongue itl Oh! I love that tongue! Stick it in me, Steve. Stick it all the way in. AHHHHH ... more, more, MORE! UP! UP! Lick it ... AHHHHHHH___"
There was no question in her mind about her brother's talent with his tongue. She only regretted the terrible urgency in her own body that brought her to a climax before she could fully savor the whipping tongue in her lust-hungry body. But when her mind returned to normal, she knew she didn't have to worry about satisfying her hunger any more. That's the advantage of having your lover living in the same house, she told herself happily as she slumped back on the bed, with Steven lifting her legs high in the air and buttering her anus with saliva.
"Anything!" she called to him. "You just bought me ... body and soul...."
"Even up the ass?" he asked doubtfully, eyeing the bud his tongue had been licking.
"Oh, yes! That would be the greatest!"
Steven lowered her legs and began to stand, not believing his ears.
Nancy propped up her head and shoulders, looking at him with new excitement in her eyes. "Is this going to be your first? Tell me, Steve, I've gotta know. .. ."
"Yeah," he said in a low voice. "The first time .. that way... but..."
"FanTASTIC! You'll love it!"
"You like it up the ass?" he asked quizzically.
"I didn't at first," she smiled, lifting herself back to a sitting position on the edge of the bed. "It felt like I was being ripped in half. Hurt and stung like a bitch. But I got to like it. And I'm going to really like it this time, because it's your first. That big stiff pole is going to be pure, sweet agony, so don't be alarmed if I yell or scream. Just shove it in anyway. You'll love it!"
Steven watched her roll over on her stomach with surprising eagerness. She placed her feet firmly on the carpeted floor, parted for support and further braced herself by placing her hands at the edge of the mattress. He remembered his mother telling him how Nancy had bent over this way for their father to take her temperature, and it reminded him of all the years of frustration, when he longed to see her in this very position.
"Oh, I forgot," she said over her shoulder. "Either tongue it good to get it lubricated ... or I'll lick your cock ... which is risky ... if you know what I mean...."
"I'll tongue it," he said in a hoarse voice. His hands trembled as he ran them over the smooth white skin of her uplifted rump. It was like living a dream, he told himself, wondering how many times he had actually pictured this scene in his mind.
"Don't keep me waiting, Steven. Do it!"
He bent quickly and snaked his tongue deep into the hot, dry tunnel, painting the walls with his saliva. Then he straightened up to a standing position, placed his blunt weapon at the entrance and pressed forward. He could feel her trying to suck and coax him in, but the thick meat moved at a snail's pace, until the mushroom-shaped head was inside the tight little ring. His hands pulled her buttocks in opposite directions as he forced his way deeper and deeper into the too-tight tunnel, while Nancy moaned and screeched at the stabbing plunge of his long spear.
"Nnnngggghhhhh ... feels good," he gasped. "But I ... I don't think ... I can last much longer."
"Fuck me harder!" Nancy cried out. "Shove it in and fuck me with all you've got!"
With a quick, hard thrust of his hips, the last of his throbbing meat sank into the squeezing sleeve. He released his grip on her buttocks and felt the pillows of flesh sip at his groin. His hands quickly reached around her, to cup her breasts and pull her tight against his chest. It was a delicious feeling, he thought, as his spike stretched her in-sides.
Nancy felt light-headed and excited by the ballooning shaft of meat that seemed to fill her entire body with its thumping, throbbing rhythm. She knew instinctively that his climax would trigger her own and didn't give much thought to it. For some reason, she told herself, the idea of having a man behind her, where she couldn't see him or protect herself from what he might do, was a thrill in itself.
"You're squeezin' too fuckin' hard," Steven moaned. "I can't come it's so tight."
"Silly boy," she cooed back, adding a slight wiggle. "Of course you can come. Just think of all the times you wanted to feel my ass and poke your finger up my little hole."
"Aaaauuugggghhhh ... if you only knew!"
"Well, isn't this better? If I had let you just poke your finger up it, you'd come in your pants."
"Hell, I came just thinking about it!"
"See? Now you've got what you really wanted. ... It feels like it's coming up the back of my throat!"
"Oh, please! Don't talk like that!"
"Just imagine how it feels to have your asshole stuffed with a giant cock."
"OH! NAN! I'm comin', baby! I'm comin' up your asshole! Your beautiful, beautiful asshole. AAAHHHHH!"
"Fuck me hard, Steven. I'm yours ... all yours...." Her voice trailed off into a gurgling noise as his juices filled the hot tunnel and she felt herself swept away by her own orgasm.
Afterwards, when his muscle relaxed and slipped limply from her sore rectum, they fell on the bed, side by side. Even though she was exhausted and could barely move, Nancy managed to snuggle close to his side, with her head resting on his shoulder.
"I hope you liked it," she said, when her breathing returned to normal. "I reserve that special thrill for only a man I love very, very much."
"I never knew you were really in love," Steven said. "I mean, I never saw you get involved with anyone that even looked like you were serious." -
"That's a very deep secret, Steve. I never thought anyone would make me happy again ... until now."
"All you needed was a guy that's had the hots for you for sixteen years. That's all!"
"We have to be very careful, Steve. Mom must never catch us or find out."
"Yeah, I know," he said jokingly. "The last time we got caught and you had your pants down, it was eleven or twelve years before I got to see your bare ass again."