Chapter 1
T.C. Parker, my father, was perhaps the richest man in the world, and he had built the castle on a whim. Some stories said that there was a Frenchman who taunted him that there was nothing in the states to compare with the grandeur of his French estate. So Theodore Curtiss Parker built one, improving on the original with all the conveniences of the 20th Century. Another story tells of T.C. discovering my mother with an actor and that he had the castle built and her installed there with my oldest sister as a form of exile. But he made his home there, too, for I was born there.
Whatever the reason, he never told me. And having been there nearly all my life, it never occurred to me to ask. During that sixteenth summer with all the things that I was enjoying with Estelle, I was much too afraid to even make him aware of me. And if I had asked, his answer might well have been that it was his business and that would have been reason enough for anyone.
He pretty much stayed out of my way nearly all of my life and the first time I actually saw him in months was when Estelle and I came walking out of the boathouse together. He was sitting in a golf cart on his way to the trap-shooting range.
"I saw you coming in," he said, looking directly at me with his icy-blue eyes. "You handle that little boat very well. Did your sister enjoy the sail? She never used to."
I nodded, almost afraid that he could see right into my mind, see the images of Estelle's mouth gobbling the head of my cock, see my face buried in the moisture of her cunt and finally see how we rutted away in the vee-berth of the boat.
"It was wonderful, daddy," Estelle said, smiling and running up to place a kiss on his forehead. "I don't know what it is, but our baby brother has grown up, and it was just a pleasure to be with him. He's learned a lot in the last year at school."
Naturally I wanted the earth to open and swallow me. What in the hell was she saying? I guess I just blushed like a girl and turned away.
"About time," he said. "But you look very refreshed, dear. I'm glad that the lad is good company for you." He turned the switch on, but before he put the cart in gear, he turned back to her. "I want to see you at eight in the library. There's some things that I want to discuss with you. Nothing important, you know, but something interesting. You understand, of course?"
"Of course, daddy," she said, but there was something different about the way she said it. Something like disgust or fear that hovered just below the surface of her otherwise cordial acknowledgement. "Ill see you then."
The cart hummed away that smoothly sensuous way that electric power gives to a vehicle. Looking back on it, I should have wondered why he didn't bother to even tell me goodbye. But I had been used to his curt departures or greetings, especially to me.
"What was that all about?"
Estelle smiled at me and shook her head in such a way as to tell me that it was not any of my business. "Ill meet you in the gym in twenty minutes. I want to get some of the salt air out of my system."
"Want to swim?"
She nodded and we walked slowly, up the hill to the house, neither doubting what would happen in the big indoor swimming pool. For a moment I was almost tempted to tell her that I was too tired, but I knew that there was some untold excitement waiting for me there. I said nothing and walked beside her, leaving her without another word as she went up the stairs to her room.
I was hungry, starving might be the better word for it. The air on a boat does that even with-out a big sister's mouth and cunt to contend with. I wolfed down a couple of sandwiches and went directly to the gym, hoping to take a short nap before Estelle arrived.
But as soon as I opened the door I knew that something was different about the place. Oh, it had not changed physically. It was still one of the best-equipped gyms in the world with everything from the dominating Olympic-size pool, heated of course, to weight-lifting stuff, squash and handball courts, and other shit that I never really cared much about except that I had been tutored in all of it. No, there was something I could not figure out immediately until I sniffed it.
Funny, I thought, how the faint odor of pot can even be detected over the pungency of the popl's chlorine. I looked around and saw no one, but once my mind had decided that it was pot in the air, I began to smell it stronger and stronger I moved from dressing room to dressing room until I came to one where I could hear the faint, but deep, inhalations of the true lover of the wood I opened the door and looked in. Estelle, spread out on the massage table, smiled at me and took another deep drag on the joint.
"Come fly with me, little brother," she said very softly, offering the stick in my direction.
I shook my head. Even though I recognized the stuff, I had never really tried it. It was the big bit at the exclusive prep school I had just graduated from, but somehow I always preferred beer to rag, not, of course, that I see any real difference in booze or weed, morally speaking that is. It just made me sick and there can be no greater turn-off.
"Have a drag," she said again, moving her firm round thighs provocatively together and causing a dark shadow to form at the apex of her legs. I could see the plump ridges of her pubes outlined against the tight bottoms of her bikini, and I knew what she was saying to me with her leggy structure.
"It makes me sick," I said.
"Not this stuff, darling boy," she replied and gave with the low, cunning laugh of an actress playing a whore too much. "Try it. Or you'll be pulling your pud for the rest of the summer."
The voice snapped and cracked like a short-circuited wire, and I was taken by surprise. I looked at her and saw some of the same cold steeliness that I had often seen in my father's eyes, and it shook me. I stepped over to the massage table, gently running my hand from her ankle up her leg and over her navel, resting it there in the cool softness of her belly.
"It'll make me sick," I said, shaking slightly to be thinking that I could defy her. "I tried it once at school and I puked for a week, I think."
"That was just crap. This is the real stuff," she said, her tone suddenly changing back to the warm sensuous girl she had been before and changing just as quickly as she had turned cold. "Come on, Kevin, give it a little puff and join me on the cloud."
I took the stick from her and put it to my lips, but I knew it was out. She snapped her solid-gold Dunhill under my chin and I fired up, drawing the hot smoke deep into my lungs and passing the joint back to her. I held it there as I had been told to do so many times before and then slowly let it escape, letting it seep out of my mouth and nose at such a pace that I knew that I would never be able to take another breath again. And I didn't give a damn.
Estelle was right. Estelle was always right.
This was the real. This was the thing. I held it in my lungs and when it had all finally escaped, my head rose from my neck, my legs stiffened straight up in order to catch up with my escaping cranium and my own being spread out around the room, absorbing the room, sucking the whole white place into some soul or another, gobbling up my sister's firm full tits, tasting her flesh as I had never tasted it before.
"You like that, don't you?"
Her voice wasn't hers and still it was. I heard her words clearly and there didn't seem to be anything much to answer to, but it took her ten minutes to make the question and another ten minutes for it to sink in to the point where I knew I didn't have to answer.
Her smile spread across her lips, her cheeks, her forehead, and there before my eyes it slowly grinned around and around a full ninety degrees and continued growing down her slender neck and mouth opening wide to spread her tits across a chasm of smile. I watched the lips curl back and the black pinkness open as my sister was no longer an entity of head and body and legs but simply a great, gaping, yawning, inviting, moist pussy.
I fell onto her giant invitation and shoved my head into the fantastic new world of cunt that she had opened for me with her magic cigarette. I could feel myself sink like a hard cock into the slippery folds of the new crotch that was all crotch and still my sister Estelle. But I mean all of me sank deep into her tight well of happiness, slipping down between wetness and blood-pounding heat. I licked out at her massive canyon walls, tasting her really for the first time and knowing I was doing what she wanted and doing what I knew I wanted more than anything else in the world. What world?
"Want another drag?"
"Hell no," I said, much too loudly. "What in the holy hell have you got in that joint?"
"Opium," she said. "Oh, just a touch. Not enough to hurt you. Just enough. How do you feel?"
I wasn't really certain how I felt. I had gone through a nightmare of delight but I hadn't been gone anywhere for more than a minute. She was still holding the roach between her long fingernails.
"Let's fuck," she said, tossing the roach into a heavy ashtray. "I mean let's fuck a little differently this time. I want to play wild games and I want to be a man. I am a man, you know. A bigger man than you, little brother."
She grinned evilly and oozed herself off the table, slipping out of her bra and bottoms with a liquidy movement that is difficult to describe. The movement held my eye for a moment before I turned and took my own clothes off, but as soon as I did I felt myself falling away again. Yet, I didn't fall. The only feeling I had was that it was taking Estelle so very long to help me onto the table. Spread-legged, I finally saw her again as her luscious mouth came down over my quivering cock. I trembled as that marvellously hot, wet flower closed over my knob and her tongue danced wildly in circles to bring out each tingling nerve to its screaming peak. She rested her arms on my thighs, holding them wide apart, her elbows sometimes digging into the sensitive nerves of my knees while her hands held the shaft of my prick.
And then she would move those talented fingers down to cradle the heavy bag of my scrotum, squeezing almost to the point of pain and then releasing them to explore further down. All the while, my head spun lightly on the whirlwind of the cigarette, keeping me dizzy and yet more aware of what she was doing than I had ever been before. I saw her expression change many times from a look of pure delight to one of a hungry animal, but it was all illusion and it could not have happened to my darling sister's wonderful cocksucking face. Her head all the time slowly rose and fell, fell to the limits of her throat and rose until just her hps were wrapped around the knob, but her tongue, that maddening tongue, never ceased its quickening circumnavigation of my glans.
My head rolled from side to side in tune with the ecstatic music Estelle was blowing on my skin flute. I shook and throbbed and attempted to shove that fleshy instrument even deeper and deeper into her honey-sweet mouth, but her arms held my thighs anchored against the firm surface of the massage table. Head-spinning, cock singing flight into another world of her wonderment as the drug blasted me away from myself. I saw from a distance how her lips, plump and red, widened and slurped around my stem, how her head would sometimes rise and those ruby lips with glistening saliva would smack away from the pounding knob. But her tongue continued the crazy swirl of excitement until I knew that my manhood would be sucked away and I didn't care.
Estelle was all color then, wildly changing her erotic hues as her head pumped up and down on my tingling cock. She pulled back into a deep purple with only the fire of red tongue lashing at my cock head and then her face would drop, lower and lower, until it seemed she turned yellow hot as my dong slid deeper and deeper into the hot cavity of her head. I cried and moaned with all my might but I still felt far away from it and then I was suddenly right back in the dressing room and my sister was blowing me. I watched with cool deliberation as her mouth closed over the end of my cock and her cheeks collapsed as she suctioned me so deep inside her throat that her nose brushed lightly against my pubic hair.
Then she stopped and I cried from the distance of somewhere. I can hear myself still, asking, pleading for her to continue, and she smiled, laughed, and shook her profane head at me, but she promised, too, shushing me as though I were less a child than I was.
Perhaps it was just a dream, wet and warm, more comfortable than any womb, but I saw her and felt her through all the ministrations she had performed on my penis. And my anger turned blue and white hot over the insult of her not having brought me to fulfillment.
"I'm the man, Kevin," she said and from the dizziness of the cigarette she had given me I watched her fasten a harness around her waist with a large penis sticking out from it. I was stunned and felt faint as I knew I had suddenly become a girl and she had somehow swallowed enough of my cock to grow one of her own. She parted my rubbery legs wide and pushed my knees back almost to my chest and then she was kneeling before me, between my calves. Her hands came down and splayed open my anus and I felt the slime of some numbing ointment being applied to my asshole. Potent cock poised before me and the cock was my sister. It was all turned around, but I felt so horny that I couldn't resist, didn't want to resist what I knew she was going to do. Her hands lay on my still rigid cock and she rubbed me up and down sending new shocks of delight through my body and then I felt her heavy breasts over my chest and suddenly my rectum was being invaded, slowly and not uncomfortably I pulled at her globes of flesh and sucked hard on one nipple even as I felt myself being filled from the rear, stuffed, impaled and still I couldn't help but know that I was somewhere else and what was was not and it was not happening to me.
Sense and reality flashed across the room. I was there for an instant and then plunged back again into Estelle's spinning opiated dream as she entered my ass with her rubbery dildo and slowly withdrew it, entered and retreated, spreading and filling my insides until I thought that I would burst. But I could not deny that my hard-on throbbed hotly against the soft flesh of her belly and I knew that I needed to enter her and that what she was doing was ass-backward.
Bang!
Somehow she had massaged some trigger inside my rectum and I was suddenly wrapping my legs around her soft haunches as my cock erupted with hot sperm that squished between our heated bellies like any cock would do inside the steamy cavern of a cunt. Estelle shoved with a final thrust and slowly withdrew causing my still-hard cock to erupt with more come.
It was reality again. The effects of the cigarette had worn away with the exertions of the buggering I had received. I simply relaxed, looking at Estelle as she smiled down at me, and then her head moved down my torso and her tongue whipped out to lick around my navel where most of my come had settled. She sniffed a¯d tasted and rejected that, moving instead to my now wilting prick when she took inside her hot mouth and sucked until it softened into uselessness.
"Let's go for a swim," she said brightly, moving from me and quickly discarding the dildo in what seemed to be one of her classic fluid movements.
"Let me rest," I managed to say through the haze of the after-effects, and the words sounded distant from my ears.
"Whatever you say," she said. "Stay there while I take a dip. I'll be back to get my reward. You are going to reward your big sister for being so nice to you, aren't you? With your tongue?"
I nodded and closed my eyes, hearing only the rustle of the flimsy bikini as she put it on again and then the opening and closing of the dressing-room door. I dozed in a weird dream of cunt and slimy canyon walls that swallowed me. Somewhere between the damp steamy interior of Estelle-cunt-dream and the great dildo that impaled me so deeply that it came out of my mouth I remember being shook. I awoke.
"Kneel down, Kevin," she said. She was sitting on a small dressing table stool, her long, tawny-colored legs spread wide enough to part the golden hair and reveal the pink, moist folds of her pussy.
I eased my aching body off the massage table and went down on her, licking her honeypot with enthusiasm and fingering her asshole and vagina at the same time. I let one hand slide up her belly until it cupped a breast and I squeezed and squeezed as my tongue whiplashed up and down her box. She moaned and then I felt her thighs close slowly about my head, entrapping me in the cottony silence of her soft flesh.