Chapter 3

It was about noon when I touched down at the landing field of Parker's palace, taxiing easily over the well-maintained pavement to the small hangar. Even before I shut down the engines, I could see Estelle watching me from the back seat of the big Mercedes. She was in no particular frenzy of grief that I could see, but she had always been one to remain cool in times of agitation.

I got down and waved to her, giving one of the ground crew a friendly nod and telling him to top off the tanks. Then I walked slowly over to the car.

She seemed to me to be even more stunningly beautiful than the last time I saw her. Her golden hair was now kept very long, reaching down in almost metallic rivers to her shoulder blades. Three years had not aged her in any way that I could tell.

"Darling brother Kevin," she cooed as she swung open the door on her side and reached out to take my hands. Then she pulled me inside the air-conditioned car and embraced me warmly before telling the driver to take us to the house. "Somebody will bring up your luggage later, Kevin," she added. And we drove off to the castle and back into memories of a three-year-old summer of sex.

There was so much to talk about, but I was damned if I could tell where to begin. It was pointless to ask about the accident. The papers had carried it in full detail, how the expensive sports car-and the fact was a surprise-went straight through a guardrail and plunged seven hundred feet down.

"How come the sports car?" I asked Estelle. "It's hard to imagine T.C. driving something like that."

"He did a lot of strange things when he married Mrs. Tanner, Kevin. The sports car was only one of them. I guess that he was looking for some new youth. She was only thirty-six, you know."

I nodded. "She had a daughter, too, didn't she?"

There was a hardly perceptible change in Estelle's voice, but I detected a note of intense dislike. "Yes. You'll meet Miss Ginger Tanner. Charming little minx, eighteen years old and grieving badly over the loss of her mother."

Again I nodded. There wasn't much that I could add to Estelle's account, not even to fault her for the way she said it. She was grieving herself, I thought, and being cool and efficient was just her way of hiding her loss of our father. I let the conversation die as the car pulled into the driveway. There were other things that I knew she wanted to talk about, but that would come later, when we had privacy. So I spent the last few minutes of the ride looking closely at Estelle's features. She hadn't changed much at all, her body was still as firm and lovely as I had remembered it and as I looking into her face and saw the deep green of her eyes with the hint of reflected gold I felt a sudden surge of desire. I wondered if our affair would interest her again, wondered if she had missed my cock in her mouth or in her pussy. But I had to look away when she caught me staring at her. I guess I wore my eager thoughts on my face. When she patted my knee I was certain that she had read my mind.

"Meet me in my room when you've freshed up a bit," she said. "There's a lot we must talk about before the funeral."

"Oh," I said absently. "I had almost forgotten all about that. You know," I added as I opened the car door and helped her out, "it doesn't feel as though he's dead. But I guess that's because I never really knew him."

"And her?"

Estelle's question surprised me. She mean our stepmother, as she knew very well that I had no recollection of my real mother, and since she died when I was just two years old, I didn't think that she would have had much to remember about mother either. But our stepmother? Angelique? Why, I wondered, would Estelle be concerned? I shrugged my shoulders as we walked up the steps and into the big house.

"Well," she said, "no matter. Ill see you in my room in thirty minutes?"

"Just as soon as I clean up a little. Less than that. We want to talk, right?"

She gave me one of those knowing smiles that told me absolutely nothing of what she had been thinking and turned quickly to walk up the stairs.

I watched the full roundness of her haunches shift from side to side as she climbed the stairs, admiring the fluid and yet firm way her flesh seemed to mold itself against the thin fabric of her dress. She turned once and gave me a funny look and went around the corner. I had to pay my respects to the cook, my old friend and ersatz mother most of my life.

That was one person who had not changed. We kissed again like the condescending padrone to a faithful servant, but the warmth was still there almost as if she understood what I was doing and knew that that was the way the rich world was. I was comfortable with her and distant, the way our relationship had always been. But if anything had ever happened to her I would have missed her more than I should have missed my father She gave me a bottle of beer and a roast beef sandwich and I found that I was hungry when she put it before me. There were no words spoken of any importance and I told her that I would be staying for a little while as I didn't have to get back to Paris for more than a month. When I finished eating, somewhat uncomfortably under her loving gaze, I got up and kissed her again. She almost blushed and told me what a big boy, no, what a young man I had become. I left it at that.

"Come in," Estelle said in answer to my knock some fifteen minutes later. I had changed into a light pair of slacks and an open-neck shirt and a pair of deck shoes without socks. I suppose that I wanted to be ready should she want to pick up where we left off.

The room was in a kind of half light, the shades drawn right to the sill of the windows, which allowed only the creamy yellow light to filter through. She had changed her room decor considerably, from the chintzy frenchy way it had been into something very cool and modern. Her bed was enormous, no backboard, and it seemed to float in the center of the room. A few harshly modern prints and oils decorated the walls. The rest of the room fit in, a couple of Eames chairs in bright hues and a very functional dressing table. She smiled and directed me to one of the form-fitting chairs which I loathe. She had already set out a tray of drinks on the glass table between us.

"Comfortable?"

"Of course," I said, reaching for a glass and filling it with ice. "Care for a drink?"

"A little water," she said, sitting down and letting me see that she wore only the flimsiest of dressing gowns. She made no attempt to pull the fabric which hung to her ankles over her thighs. I looked and I remembered being caught between those delicious pillars of flesh, but I averted my eyes after that moment's glance and filled another glass with ice and poured water from the decanter. I laced my own ice with a healthy dollop of scotch and a mere splash of water and leaned back in the chair, waiting, hoping, wishing it would not happen and wishing just as intently that it would and that it would happen very soon so that I could get the hard-on straining at my crotch some relief.

"Cheers," I said and suddenly realized how really inappropriate that kind of toast must have been. My father was laying in state in the library and he would be buried the next day, cremated actually. "I mean ... well, here's to us."

She sipped her water and reached down and picked up a joint from the little box on the table. I hadn't even noticed the box. "I'll smoke to that."

I watched as Estelle lit up and took the smoke deep into her lungs, her beautiful green eyes veiled for a moment with her lids in the total concentration of taking the stuff deep into her lungs.

"What's that?"

She didn't seem to hear me at first, but then I realized that she was busy taking the stuff down, down deep where she could get it on. Her face didn't contort or change from its classic beauty but I noticed her eyes falter slightly when she finally began to let some of it out. When she finally opened her lids completely, I could see that she had had something more than pot in the little joint.

"It's so really great to have you back, Kevin. I don't know very much of what you've been doing for the past three years. I mean aside from a very brilliant scholastic record and all that shit. Have you been getting a good regular fucking? Sucking?"

I had to laugh. I wasn't sure I laughed because I was embarrassed by her language, although I shouldn't have been, or from the quick way she seemed to have guessed the ideas that had earlier crossed my mind. The ideas that made me want to taste the pleasures of her luscious mouth and pussy again.

It had been true that I was involved with a few cunts in Paris and London and I had my share of all the fleshy delights that a man in heat needs. But was her question the open invitation that I had been subconsciously, waiting for? I wasn't sure. So I told her that I had managed to keep body fit and mind ready for the work that I had been cut out to do.

"You take it when you need it?" It was her turn to laugh. "But, Kevin, that's not the way we used to do it. Have you taken a permanent piece, one who can help you enjoy all the little vibrations of love-making that I had taught you?"

"Nothing permanent," I said, watching to keep the conversation cool while wanting her to shed her gown and do with me all the things that she had done before. "I've been busy studying, you know.

"Nothing important, brother,'' she said. What you should have studied was the way and where's of Parker Industries. You could have stayed home and become the favorite son. But that's too late, isn't it?" Estelle grinned and lit another joint from the roach between her fingers. "Come on, little brother. Nothing has really changed between us. You want to fuck me. You wanted to fuck me as soon as you laid eyes on me this afternoon. Well, get off your ass, and get moving. Take me."

She got to her feet and dropped the dressing gown, revealing all the wonderful female charms that had turned me on three years ago. Yet I felt some revulsion at her blatant manner. I suppose that it was the years that had passed between us, years that had not touched her but years that had turned me into more of a man and, possibly more aware of the socially unacceptable position of our love. Still I watched as she inhaled deeply from the cigarette, swelling out her chest and making her perfectly formed breasts rise high. She tucked her chin beneath her shoulder and turned slightly to the side so that I was given a more provocative view of her voluptuous body in the yellow dim light of the shaded room.

"Come little brother," she breathed heavily. "Come to bed with me and all the pleasures we will prove. Ha ha ha."

For a moment I wanted to run from her, escape her crazy laugh and get out from under the hypnotic spell of her gorgeous flesh, but I couldn't move. And the more I looked at her, the more I felt my own will fade and my desire rise rampantly.

Yes, dammit, I knew that I wanted her more than I had wanted any other woman I have ever had since her. It was a fascination and an erotic dance that she performed before me, taunting and all the time knowing that my masculine flesh was much too weak to withstand the temptation.

I drank my drink, taking almost all of it in a single swallow and nearly gagging because I had made it stronger than I would have usually. "Maybe, maybe we should wait a little, Estelle. I just got home."

"Oh? What's the matter with you? Am I just an old hag? Or are you afraid of the ghost of the one and only and late great T.C. Parker?"

Her voice softened then, almost as though she had felt his presence, but it quickly came back to what she had wanted all the time. "Come, Kevin, don't be a damned fool. You never had a piece of ass like mine. Let me blow you first."

I don't know how she did it, but she was down between my legs in an instant, her fingers flaying at the fly of my slacks and suddenly my cock, limp, flaccid, tired from the trip, was in the warmth of her mouth. She lipped it wetly, her tongue slashing all around the knob until I felt myself swell inside her head. And then I no longer cared that this was my beautiful sister Estelle who was sucking my cock. I leaned back and let her pull my slacks down, felt her eager fingers cradle my testicles and always that wonderful mouth working its magic on my cock. I kicked out of my slacks somehow so that I could open my legs wider for her hungry explorations. And she did not disappoint me. Her wandering tongue bathed my scrotum, wetly licking and gently sucking that bag until even the warm drafts of air could be felt as they wafted over the screaming nerves. Her tongue wandered still further down and centered into my ass. By this time I was practically holding my knees back to my chest as her tongue did its work. And then she was back on the quivering head of my stem, sucking, licking and tonguing until I had to crush her lovely long blonde hair between my hairy thighs and let my cock erupt its pasty fluid deep into the hot hollow of her throat.

She knelt back, her eyes closed, her lips slightly parted and still wet with some of my come and she let me see how her marvelously shaped neck shuddered and swallowed my sperm. It was the life of her and I knew for that one horrified moment that she was evil and wonderment all in a single package.

"Eat me, Kevin," Estelle said without opening her eyes. She rolled back onto the rug and spread her legs wide, pulling her thighs back to her full globes of flesh and opening the holes of her bottom. I could not refuse. My knees folded and I fell to the floor between her scissored offering, burying my face in the pungency of her cunt with the feeling that I had finally come home to what I had been looking for every since I had left her behind those three years ago. My tongue stabbed into the hot moisture between her legs and stiffened with the taste of her femininity. It traced a wild pattern up and down her slit, punching in and out of her vagina and lingering long on the rubbery nub of her clitoris. I guess that was the point that I loved best about eating her pussy. She squeezed her thighs around my head when my tongue touched that sensitive knob and I felt exalted to be able to command such response from her. I teased it, I licked it, I sucked it, I bit it. And she screamed with pleasure. But the scream was that kind of muted thing like the bass of someone's hi-fi in a distant room, deep and throbbing, coming, it seemed, more from her abdomen than from her throat.

She fairly dripped. Her moisture, my saliva, a combination of erotic delight formed the necessary lubrication as it trickled down her crack and formed a wet bead on the rim of her pulsating asshole, that little brown opening that seemed so puckered and unused. I had pulled back from the strong grip of her sweaty thighs and the anus caught my eye. Estelle's calves pressed my shoulders, pulling me down again into the steamy inferno of her crotch. I licked my lips, dried by the use they had been put to, and stuck my tongue back into the core of her emotion, but my fingers had other ideas. Slowly I molded her firm buttocks between my fingers, crushing and squeezing the round flesh and always moving closer and closer to the center of her bottom. I shoved my index finger first-knuckle high into her quivering bun, felt the trickling dampness from her cunt and my mouth wet it more and pushed deeper into that hidden little hole under her pussy. She made more animal noises and I knew that I was getting back at her for buggering me with her goddamn dildo. My finger became a mad thing, ramming in and out of her brown, puckered bottom opening until I could feel the tightness relax in surrender. Then I shoved a second finger in that dark recess, causing her to rear up in my face and her thighs to clamp around my head. I felt her hands pound down on the back of my neck and on the top of my head. She pulled my hair, and I thought that she wanted me to stop what I was doing, but I was wrong. She shrieked loud and slammed my head into her damp crevice so hard that I knew my teeth must have punctured the tender flesh of her cunt.

When she released my head I pulled my face away and eased my fingers from her bottom She looked at me slack-eyed and mouthed a come on.

I got up from the floor slowly, removing the rest of my clothes and standing over her on shaky legs. She had closed her eyes again, but her legs were working gently back and forth, opening and closing her gash with moist invitation. She mumbled out the words through her passion-gorged throat, hastening me on to slam my cock into the wet folds of her pussy. Unnecessary words, I thought, as my cock was full up again and crying to get into the hot pocket of Estelle's crotch. I kicked my shoes away from our scene of combat and dropped back to my knees, wasting no time for any preliminaries.

Her legs came up and around my back and I felt her fingers grasp the meaty stem of my penis and guide it into the steamy inferno of her cunt. Then I let my weight full down her, pressing my body against hers until she was mashed against the carpet and only the pillowy flesh of her ass kept her from being hurt against the hard floor. She moaned and cried and scraped her nails up and down my back with each penetrating stroke of my cock, her nails were thin blades that cut lightly into the flesh and yet aroused me to greater efforts as I slammed in and out of her box until I had reduced her to a quivering mass of heated flesh.

An hour later, we were both dressed and sitting comfortably in her bedroom. She smoked another one of her particular joints and I was enjoying another scotch, this time with more water and ice than booze. It was the post-lovemakng period and there wasn't must to say to each other and we said nothing. That is, we said nothing with words that could be quoted, but our eyes met and they spoke of the hunger we had both experienced over the past few years and they told of how grateful each was over the preview we had just gone through.

It was uncomfortable, however, as my older sister always made me feel that way even after we had shared our bodies together. For the most part, I avoided her eyes as she rambled on about what she had been doing since I had left home for Europe.

"Deliberate," she said. "I didn't want to be home when you came back those times, Kevin. But then I guess you don't know why, do you? You're such an innocent."

"What do you mean?"

"Forget it, darling," she cooed and lit another stick of her particular kind of dynamite. "One of these days, 1*11 tell you all about it. But just forget it for now."

Her eyes turned away as she lit up and downed a deep inhalation of the stuff. I waited for her to come out before I put my glass down.

"I've got to get settled," I said. "You wouldn't want the servants to start talking, would you?'

"Don't be ridiculous," she said, her head nodding to one side. I could see that she was no really paying much attention to me, but she was still the older sister and I waited until I was certain that my leaving would not disturb her too much.

"I'm going to my room," I said, rising and picking up my cigarettes which I had not bothered to smoke. "I'll see you at dinner."

"Sit down!"

Her soft, cooing voice of lovemaking was suddenly replaced by the harsh command of my older sister. I sat down again, wondering even as I did why I should bother to listen to her. Shades of the past and all the things that she had taught me and all the things that we were together . I don't know what it was. I sat down, though, and fumbled with the dregs of my drink.

"Pour another," she said, this time softly and with no intent to frighten me as she had a moment before.

"I want to talk about old times. I want to relive what we had that last summer you were here. Do you remember it all, Kevin. All of it? Remember Rose?"

Rose? I flipped my memory back to that summer and felt a cold chill run through my body. I remembered her only because Estelle had brought her up from the dim past where I had successfully buried her during the past three years.

"Of course you remember Rose," Estelle said. "Oh that sweet young thing. She really got it good, didn't she, Kevin? Oh, how we fucked her that afternoon. And all the other times. Did you know what became of her, Kevin, after we got through with her that summer?"

I shook my head. I didn't want to know, but I knew that Estelle would not let me off the hook.

"She joined a convent."

My shock was next. "You're kidding?"

"No, I'm not kidding," Estelle said, smiling as she scrunched up into the Eames chair opposite me and took another deep drag on her cigarette. "She joined a few months after I told her that you were gone for the next couple of years and that I no longer needed her around as my personal maid. She just seemed to go to pieces, the poor thing. No. Wait. It wasn't then. I think it was after I tried to fix her up with Daddy that she left. I know he paid her a lot of money."

"You what?"

I couldn't see Estelle's face when she sagged over in a fit of laughter. "I fixed her up with Daddy. He got a big kick out of it. What a gas that was."

"What do you mean?"

I listened then with some semblance of sobriety, although the scotch was getting to me. I had chosen not to remember Rose, the gardener's granddaughter, fifteen, bursting with fresh femininity, big-chested and slim-waisted, eager and willing. Estelle was still laughing after I had briefly recalled the afternoon that she and I had virtually raped the girl. But Estelle was telling me something that I had not known or suspected about father and herself. There was something between them and the something was not nice.

"After we broke her in," Estelle was saying, looking directly at me and smiling with that pure knowledge of my weakness, "I set her up. She enjoyed being eaten, you remember, and she enjoyed eating me. Oh, how she could go down. Almost as good as you, darling."

I poured another drink and waited for the effects of the cigarette to settle down so she could finish her story. She lit another and leaned back in the chair.

"Father was getting in one of his moods, Kevin. I guess it was a fight with some Arab over some oil shit, but he came home. I tried everything. And then I told him that what he needed was a nice young piece of ass. He was horrified, naturally, but intrigued. We had always had a more intimate relationship than just father and daughter." I knew that.

"To make a long story short, I told him all about Rose and how she was so eager to be fucked." My questioning eyes told her what I was asking "I didn't mention anything ever about what we had done with the girl.

"Well, I told him to come to my room about five that evening and enjoy what he could. So at four I had Rose up in my room, all bathed and well eaten and dildoed and just so ripe you couldn't imagine. Then at five to five, I had her go down on me. And the little girl was always happy to do that. I got my rocks off just about the time father walked in and caught us. Ha! Some wild scandal that would have been. I faked a couple of tears and he told me to go to the library."

Estelle put the rest of her cigarette out and smiled at me. "It was one helluva scene for father. He told me later that he took her everywhere twice. I thought he was lying, but then the old bastard had a lot of stamina, didn't he? We laughed about it for a long time, right up until the time he got married again."

There didn't seem to be words to speak after she told me, what had happened. I suppose that I wanted to punch out at her and end some of my own guilt feelings over Rose. But I just drank my drink and felt the revulsion ebb. That was all history, and it never involved me. But Rose had been involved with me and Estelle together.

I sat with my empty drink for several minutes before I managed to persuade Estelle to go to bed for a nap and then I left, the thoughts of Rose and that other summer heavy on my mind.

It was about a month before I was to leave for the continent and attend college that Davidson's granddaughter, Rose, came to visit: He was very proud of her, the only daughter of his son's marriage.

Parker castle was a rather loose household, by which I mean he let his servants and help pretty well do what they had to do and left them alone. It was not a bad idea, and they were all devoted to him. Davidson was one of father's favorites and when he became too old to do much else around the gardens, he was put out to pasture, on full pay and a house to die in. The granddaughter was a surprise to me, but then I had never paid that kind of attention to the people who worked for my father, being too young and away most of the time, to really get to know anyone, except the cook. Visitations by relatives were permitted even in that baronial establishment where the local police had to make an appointment in order to come in.

Rose had been ushered in by the big limousine, but I didn't know that until much later. My father was like that, treating his retired personnel on his estates as if they shared the land with him, and he treated their guests as though they were his. I doubt, of course, that he ever met many of those guests, any more than I had. They all belonged to another world, the world outside the big house, outside the manor. The limousine treatment for Rose and others was the only was the Parker life-style touched them.

But I didn't meet Rose the first time she came up the road in the big car, sitting, I suppose, a bit frightened by the distance from the main highway to the Parker buildings, and the cool manner of the driver. Isolated, sitting alone on the back-seat of that big, quiet car, its interior so plush hat she might have been afraid to sit on it for fear of sullying its fine velour. I don't know either low she took to having her luggage carried right into the living room of her grandfather's cottage by that uniformed sphinx or having the door held open for her or all the other little things that are so very routine when one grows up with them. Yet I can imagine that it must have impressed her. I know it must have or else there would never have been that afternoon of Rose and Estelle and myself. The virgin, the devil and the eager devil-student.

I guess that I have to take that last comment back. I tend to judge myself too harshly. The devil-student was nothing more than a healthy sixteen-year-old boy, bigger than most for his age and, with the help of his big sister, considerably wiser sexually than would normally have been the case. Still I feel some responsibility for what happened to Rose that summer, even the things that happened to her after I had left the castle.

Rose was not a shy type. She was as full of life as any girl her age and bright, too, amazing me once in a while by quoting some simpering poetry of good repute.

By this time, some couple of months after I had graduated from prep school, I had already fallen under the spell of Estelle. She was my instructress, my mistress, my sister and my goddess. There was nothing that summer that I would not have done for her, for she had shown me the ways of being a man, and shown me all the things that I had to do. Not that it could really have made a man of me, but she gave me the necessary techniques with which to deal with women, and to deal with them in the way that they most liked to be dealt with, sexually.

Without question, it had been Estelle's idea to seduce Rose. For my part, I had all that I could handle with Estelle herself, and the thought of bringing another girl into the scene was just something beyond my imagination. And if I had had doubts about it, I kept those doubts to myself. Whatever Estelle told me to do, I did. And if it was to set about seducing Rose Davidson, then I was only a pawn in some wild plan that Estelle had.

Rose had no idea of what was happening or what was about to happen to her. She was the eager youngster at the dock when Estelle and I returned from an early sail and she was the kid who fetched clean towels and a pitcher of lemonade when Estelle and I came off the tennis court. I suppose that she was just there for the first couple of weeks before Estelle began to notice her.

And then it was Estelle and Rose for a few days, and I admit that I felt left out of it all.

Estelle took a fancy to the girl when she finally noticed that Rose was not just a child. I watched, although at that time I wasn't sure just what it was that I was watching, as Estelle became more and more friendly with the girl. I knew that it wasn't like Estelle. She was as cool and distant with the servants as my father, but without his way of being aloof and warm at the same time. So when Estelle began her courtship of Rose, I was surprised.

It seemed to have happened so quickly that I can't really tell when it began. I only know that it began for me when the girls, for that was what I had begun to call them after the couple of days they had seemed to share all there was to share, both came down to the dock one morning and boarded without even bothering to say a greeting to me. I had been used to that with Estelle but when I gave her a questioning gaze when Rose had turned away, she just smiled at me and went below to join the young girl. I was angry. But it didn't matter. I had the boat and they were just passengers if that's all they were to choose to remain. I rigged the boat by myself for the first time in a long time, missing I suppose, Estelle's help with a few sheet lines. I wasn't anything that I couldn't handle myself.

The girls stayed below for a long time after I was well out of the dock, but I didn't bother them. I could hear their chatter over the sound of the bow wave and the wind in the sails. I couldn't make out what they were saying and I guessed rightly that they were talking about nothing in particular.

I cleared the breakwater and was heading on an easy course when it dawned on me that the girls were much too quiet. Still I hesitated for a long time before tying off the tiller and going below. I suppose that I wasn't really surprised to see Rose going down on my sister.

"Come in, Kevin," Estelle said, smiling at me from the frame of her widespread legs. There was a snap of Rose's head, but Estelle's hands were holding her. "Relax, Rose, it's only Kevin. You can work on him when you finish with me, darling."

I noticed that after the initial start, Rose settled back down between Estelle's legs, her head moving in slow circular patterns. I could only guess what her tongue was doing to Estelle's cunt by the expression on my sister's face. It was rhapsodic to say the least. Rose, I took it, was giving Estelle one helluva blowjob.

Estelle closed her eyes and moved her hips in rhythm with Rose's head. She was very obviously enjoying what that young tiling was doing to her and I must admit that what I was watching was turning me on so quickly that I shed my slacks and shoes and shirt and joined Estelle on the bunk. My throbbing cock became the eager recipient of Estelle's hand. I let her jack me off while I played with her big tits and kept watching Rose's eager mouth work over that honey-blonde cunt that I loved so well.

When I shot my load all over Estelle's quivering belly, Rose was still eating her. For that brief moment of just about to come, I wanted to yank her dark hair up and shove my cock into her mouth, but Estelle's hand was quicker than my emotions. I spurted great gobs of paste across her torso, which she rubbed into her flesh with her free hand, and all the while Rose never lifted her eyes to see my sister beat my meat.

Estelle held my cock until it softened into the nothing instrument, and I finally got up from the bunk and went back topside to check. I didn't bother to dress. There wasn't much point in doing that. The day was warm and I knew that Estelle would never be simply content to just have her box licked. I knew that she would want to be fucked, and even as I thought of shoving my dong between her beautiful legs I felt myself getting hard again. And I thought of what a different thing it would be if I could shove it up Rose's pussy, too.

That was the wild thought, and when I returned to the forward berth, Rose and Estelle were lying side by side, each with her hand in the other's cunt. A most enjoyable sight, I thought.

My imagination that day seemed to be running away with me. I felt hard, but when I looked down I was still about half-staff, just enough to be horny but not enough to do anything about it even with the two luscious split-tails before me. I had to lean with the tack of the boat, but I noticed that the girls were able to keep to the high side. But then their legs were spread wide and the one braced the other in the slight roll of the boat.

"Why don't you go down on Rose?"

Estelle looked at me from the distance of her thigh and gave me a shrug. I gathered that she was too tired to do it right then, but the look told me that she had been between the girl's legs before.

"Fuck me," she said after a long stare at my naked body. "Fuck me if you can get it up, that is.

"Later," I replied, keeping my eyes on the young Rose all the time. She held her eyes tightly closed even though she was not asleep and even though she knew that I was standing at the entry. I surmised that eating my big sister's cunt gave her just as much thrill and release as being eaten herself. She hardly seemed to be moving, except for her fingers which kept working in and out of Estelle's twat.

"Let's have something to drink," Estelle said, crushing Rose's hand between her thighs for an instant before rolling out of the berth.

"I only have beer," I said, turning to get it, for I felt that funny thirst of post-passion.

It was only a few feet from the vee-berth tp the galley and I reached into the cooler for the beer just as I heard my sister's dark voice, commmanding and evil, something I knew as not completely right.

"Spread your fucking legs," she said and when I turned I knew that she was speaking to Rose. From the galley, I couldn't see the girl who remained on the vee-berth, but I imagine the shock in her eyes at the tone of that voice.

"You notice, Kevin," Estelle said as she turned to me, "Rose doesn't talk very much."

I opened three cans of beer and appro ched the entry to the forward berth. "What's to say?"

Again there was Estelle's funny laugh, and I could feel a cold chill run up and down my body. I gave her a beer and tried to go into the forward berth to give Rose hers, but Estelle stopped me. "I'll take care of her. Why don't you go topside and check things for a few minutes. I'll call you when I want you back here."

She took the two cans of beer and I shrugged, leaving her and Rose to their thing. On the way back to the tiller, I picked up a pair of swim trunks and slipped them on, not wanting to be mother naked for all the world to see.

There wasn't much for me to do. The boat was sailing itself with the steady breeze that didn't look as though it would freshen for hours. So I sat down, drinking long, cold draughts of beer and listening to the bow wake and the rigging. For those long beautiful minutes, I practically forgot about the pair below, and when they did come back to my thoughts I ignored them, thinking that they would do what they had to do.

I heard her voice from some distance, thinking that it was strange, for a moment, that she should be calling me. Sailing has a way of doing that to people. Almost before you know it, you're alone when others aboard are out of sight. I punched a hole in the bottom of the beer can and deep-sixed it and then went below.

Estelle was squatting over Rose's face and holding the girl's legs under her arms. The sight that presented itself was of Estelle's lecherous expression looking at me and the wide vee of Rose's crotch, her pink cunt opened and juicy and her legs pulled so far back that I could see her little brown asshole, too. Estelle rolled her hips slowly over Rose's face and I could tell that the girl was using all her tongue power to keep my sister's pussy from suffocating her.

"A virgin, darling brother," Estelle said, her eyes almost closed with the intensity of what was happening to her snatch by the young girl's mouth. "I think that she should be broken in and I'm offering this prime specimen to my favorite brother. Get out of that fucking suit and let me watch you take her hymen. Hurry, Kevin. I want to see it before she eats my guts out."

Again I was struck by the hypnotic quality of my sister's voice, seductive, commanding. I couldn't resist, nor, for that matter, could I easily have resisted the gaping offering in front of me. I slipped out of the suit and felt my stem jump to attention. Rose's ass was almost hanging over the edge of the bed, making her a perfect target for my throbbing member.

I stepped between her legs, held wide and inviting by Estelle, and rubbed the head of my cock in her crotch. She was well oiled for what I was going to do, licked juicy by Estelle. At the forst contact I felt her virginal heat sear through my knob. I hesitated for an instant and I might have hesitated longer, but Estelle's hands slid down the girl's thighs and her thumbs pried open the sacred hole wider. Then her fingers coiled around my cock, pulling me into the moist quim of the youngster.

The magic, uncontrollable contact had been made and I knew that I could no more have stopped my thrust into Rose than I could have stopped breathing. I shoved the head of my prick into her, watching as its thickness folded in her pubes for an instant. I withdrew a fraction of an inch and let the girl's moisture better lubricate my throbbing cock and then I pushed into her again, gaining a deeper penetration. I was about to withdraw another time when I noticed Estelle glared at me.

"Ram it, damn you," she cried, throwing her head back and laughing wildly as I shoved my cock deep into Rose's cunt. I buried myself in the girl as she twisted her ass over Rose's face. "Beautiful, beaufiul," Estelle kept saying and I surged in and out of the no-longer virgin twat.

My head swam with the dizzying delight of taking a virgin, and I fucked harder than I had ever fucked Estelle, my cock, seemingly immense, thrusting in and out of Rose's snatch like a mad piston to her sweet young cylinder. As I settled into the steady rhythm of plumbing Rose, I looked down to search for blood, but there was nothing that I might have imagined, just a trace of it when I pulled my cock from her soft, tight-fitting hole. I felt a sense of relief about that and turned my attention to Estelle, who was rocking back and forth madly, pulling Rose's legs like she would a pair of oars. Her hips were pumping quickly over the girl's mouth and I wondered for a second what Rose must have been thinking as she was deflowered while eating cunt.

Estelle finally rolled away from Rose's head and plopped at the girl's side. I continued to ram in and out of the young girl's pussy and then was rewarded soundly as her legs wrapped around my hips and I felt her passionate pressure crushing me into her steamy core. Her eyes were closed and her head rolled gently back and forth, telling me that she was off on some strange pleasure trip that I guided her through but was unable to join. When my sperm erupted deep in her vagina, she clamped her warm, sweaty thighs around my waist so tightly that I had difficulty regaining my breath.

"Beautiful, beautiful," Estelle was still saying, her face close to our mated genitals. "Oh what a tight little cunt. I thought you were going to stretch her in half, Kevin darling. How was that?"

I was too exhausted to reply, and when Rose relaxed her hold on me I slid out of her pussy, noting again that there was nowhere near the blood I had thought there would be. I sat down on the edge of the berth, closing my eyes and taking deep gulps of air to get my equilibrium back. "Did I hurt you, Rose?"

She was sitting up, her legs still spread wide, but her feet were resting on the floor. She shook her head then added, "Just a little. But then it was great."

"Get out of here," Estelle ordered. "I'll help our little girl clean up and take care of herself."

In a way, I was glad to get out of the cabin, get back on deck away from the steamy atmosphere below, get away, too, from my crazy sibling and what she had virtually forced me to do with the young girl. It was a technical rape, I told myself, but then added that Estelle had been there before me and there was no protest from Rose. I tool another can of beer and closed the cabin hatch behind me.

Over the rest of my holiday before leaving for my tour and school, Estelle and I made the most of our little-friend. Estelle had me thinking as she did, that Rose was to be our plaything, a very sexual toy that would allow all manner of liberties to be taken. And, foolishly perhaps, I allowed myself to be lulled into Estelle's way of thinking, and we took many liberties with the girl.

As Estelle sat across from me, I recalled the time, since it was a time for recalling memories, that we had taken Rose down to the gym.

Estelle made Rose undress along with herself while I sat on the edge of the massage table sipping a beer. When they were both naked, she brought our girl-toy into a new world of fanciful delights by giving her one of those special cigarettes to smoke.

Naturally Estelle wanted me to join her, but I knew better and I refused. So I sat back and watched the girls turn on. Only the turn-on wasn't all that great for Rose who almost immediately got very dizzy and had to lie down. But that was what Estelle had been waiting for.

"Help me tie her up," she said and took the can of beer from my hand.

I helped, although I have often wondered if in doing so I had also helped Estelle to become deeper and deeper involved in her private world of hell.

Still there were some very erotic elements about tying Rose to the massage table, especially as Estelle had very distinct ideas of how it should be zone. We tied the girl's wrists to the foot of the table and then lifted her ankles back until they were high over her head and secured them to an overhead pipe.

Rose, her eyes glassy from the joint, made no protest of how we moved her about, shifting her buttocks down until they were hanging over the edge of the table and spreading her legs so wide that I could see the muscles in her thighs taut with the strain. I tried to tell Estelle that it looked too tight, but she just laughed, pulling Rose's legs even wider. If Rose was in any pain, she made no mention of it, but then she must have been so far out of it from the pot that she didn't care.

"She couldn't move if she had to," Estelle said th satisfaction. "Now we can have a little fun, Kevin, a little fun with endurance. I want to see how much our little cunt can take."

I took my beer back and finished it off, feeling the cold fluid run down my throat futilely as I was already parched with passion and eager then to follow whatever plan Estelle had in mind. When the beer was gone and I had thrown it into a corner wastebasket, Estelle opened her locker and took out her dildo, only it was slightly modified from the time I had seen it. Somehow Estelle had managed to have it attached to a powerful vibrator mechanism and when she gleefully turned it on and held it up to my face I could se it throb in an unrelenting blur that even made her fingers out of focus.

"What are you going to do?" It was a stupid question on my part. I knew damned well what she was going to do, but I had to ask if only to break the sound of the humming cock.

"I'm going to stick it up your ass if you don't shut up," she snarled. "Put some of that vaseline in her snatch, will you?"

I moved over to the side table and unscrewed the lid of the jar, dipping my finger into it to take out the greasy jelly. By now my cock was throbbing almost as madly as the artificial one that Estelle held in her hand, stroking it, by the way, as she had done with my cock and seeming to get some crazy thrill sexually even from her fingertips. I moved over to the helplessly widespread legs of Rose, noticed that the girl still wore that euphoric expression of before, and gently rubbed the grease over her plump pubes and into her vagina. I was careful to spread it extra thick right at the entrance of her lovepot, realizing how thick that monster in Estelle's hand was.

"That's enough," Estelle said. "Now, baby Rose, I'm going to make you one of the happiest girls in town."

Estelle flicked off the motor and slowly cased the still dildo into Rose's pussy, stretching her young pubes so wide that I thought that Estelle would really harm her, but slowly the thick knob sank into the pink folds of Rose's cunt. I looked at the girl and saw that the glassy stare suddenly changed to one of fear, like someone who was suddenly choking. I nudged Estelle who saw Rose's expression and stopped pushing the dildo, but she didn't take it out. Instead she began to slowly rotate the fat pole in the girl's cunt and I was amazed to see Rose's face turn from fear to a kind of panting expectancy. Estelle then put the rest of the damned thing into the girl, stopping every few minutes to work it around until the girl could take more of it.

"That's too big," I said. "You'll kill her."

"It's not too big. I've used it on myself," Estelle said, smiling. "Rose can take it. After all, she's had your fat worm in her quim, hasn't she?"

From Rose came a deep sigh and then, "Oh, give it to me, Estelle, give it to me." I guessed then that Estelle knew what she was doing, but I was surprised at the eye-popping start that Rose made when Estelle shoved it in to the hilt and slipped on the switch.

The room instantly filled with a soft hum as the vibrator throbbed inside Rose's cunt. Rose twitched her hips, but she was unable to move more than an inch or so. She gave out a long moan and closed her eyes. I guessed that the buzzer in her box was really driving her up the wall and felt another strangely powerful urge to pull out my cock and shove it in her throat. And then when Estelle took a belt from her locker and tied the vibrating penis's mechanism to Rose's waist I wanted to come in my slacks.

But there was a better way, I knew, and when it seemed like she was finished with Rose, I moved in behind my sister and pressed my hard-on into the crack of her spongy buttocks. She responded as I knew she would and dropped down to her knees, unbuckling and unzipping my pants on the way down and taking my pounding meat into the heat of her head in what seemed like a single motion. Her mouth closed over the head of my cock and her tongue whipped it a few times. Then she moved her head forward slowly, her tongue moistly working me over all the time, and then retreated. I came on one of her backstrokes when only her softly pursed lips were covering the head of my cock, but I came thickly and wildly, so wildly that my pecker slipped from her hot lips and most of my sperm splashed against her face. She quickly put my cock back in her mouth and sucked out the remaining drops even as the rest of it trickled down her cheek.

She didn't bother wiping it away until my cock grew limp in her mouth and she let it slip out, well drained and much relieved. I helped her to her feet and pulled my slacks back up.

I suppose that my own wildly pounding heart drove out the sounds of Rose as she moaned and writhed on the massage table, the soft humming cock still inside her and working it heated magic on the delicate folds of her cunt. Her eyes were closed and her face and tits were covered with a fine film of perspiration. I could see that she was hurting in the legs. It had been ten minutes since Estelle had turned the thing on, a bit longer since the girl had had her legs suspended over her head. I imagined that there was numbness from the lack of circulation, but whatever pain that may have caused her was probably more than compensated for by the throbbing pole buried in her juicy twat.

Estelle walked around to Rose's head and planted a kiss full on the girl's lips, ramming her tongue in the half open mouth to probe its warm interior. Even through the heated kiss I could bear Rose moan.

"Let's go for a swim," she said, turning to me and leaving Rose strapped to the contraption. "She needs a few more minutes. Hell, she hasn't even come for more than three or four times."

Rose remained moaning with her eyes closed and only an occasional flickering of her tongue over her moist lips told me that she was still conscious. I wondered then why she didn't cry out or make some further protest. Was she afraid of Estelle? I didn't think so and began to believe that maybe the damned instrument shoved up her crotch was something that she really wanted.

So we swam, my sister and I. I paced about ten laps with her, holding back a little to let her keep up with me. When we toweled each other dry, I gradually heard the moaning from Rose grow louder until there was a terrible cry of panic and then silence.

"I guess she passed out," Estelle said, kneeling this time to gently pat my testicles with the towel.

I ran back to the dressing room and yanked open the door. Rose was staring at me with an idiotic grin on her face. This time she was drenched with sweat and I could see her flexing her stomach muscles as if to pull the buzzing cock deeper and deeper into her vaginal cavity. But her breath was coming in gasps, and even I could tell that she had had enough of the thing.

Rose didn't seem to be aware of me switching off the vibrator and easing the dildo from her slimy hole, but she came to, somewhat gratefully, when I untied her legs and wrists and helped her get comfortable. She stretched full length on the table and I could see that she was so relieved to have her legs down again that she didn't even bother to close them modestly. On the the other hand, I'd guessed that her cunt was so sore that she didn't want to close it or, possibly, couldn't.

When Estelle finally came in, I was dressed again and sipping another beer. Rose had refused my offer of one and just lay on the table, letting the throbbing experience of the dildo slowly ebb from her tormented core, but not, I noticed, feeling any particular pain.

"How was that, Rose?" Estelle said, grinning as she stroked the young girl's hair. "I guess you want to relax a little while before we play some more."

"I've had it for now," I said, turning towards the door with my beer in hand. "If you want me, you'll find me sleeping."

Estelle laughed and waved goodbye. "As soon as Rose is ready, I'm going to have a little tongue treatment, aren't I, Rose?"

Rose nodded her head and started to get up, but Estelle pushed her gently down again and climbed over the girl as I left. They would enjoy their little sixty-nine session without me, I thought. I was really tired and I knew that Estelle would be up to my room when she had finished with Rose.