Chapter 4
Three years is a long time, and I wondered how it could all have passed so quickly, so much behind me, so much that had happened to my father and so much to my sister and then in a few hours to have it all return as though nothing, neither time nor experience, had happened. I looked at my watch and realized that within the short space of a few hours Estelle and I were back on the same mad relationship that we had been on before I had left.
I showered and took a short nap that was fi;led with phantoms of that insane summer of incestuous love to make my sleep less than restful. It was dark when I woke and quiet, but my door was closed. So that didn't prove anything, the quiet, mean. Parker's castle was well built, and to be locked in a bedroom meant quiet from the ordinary noises of a big household.
After washing my face and combing my hair, I went down to the dining room, saw that the cook had laid out a buffet and helped myself. I took the plate into the library and walked cautiously over to the chair where my father had always sat and realized that his ghost would not harm me. I sat in his chair and ate and thought about absolutely nothing at all.
When I finished eating, I decided to pass up the fine cognac and check on the plane. Not that I had any doubt that it would be well taken care of. It was just that I liked that plane, just as I had loved my sloop, and I had to be personally reassured that everything was all right.
I shouldn't have bothered. Everything was all right and after a few words and some bullshit with the crew, I walked slowly back to the house. For once I hadn't wanted to take one of the carts to travel around the estate, and I actually enjoyed the mile walk back from the strip in the slightly cooling air of the night. There was a moon and night sounds that made everything somewhat dreamlike and almost idyllic. Parker's castle in the silvery night looked like something out of Disney as I came up the drive. It made me laugh.
I don't know how long I had been back in the library when she came in. I hadn't noticed what time it was when I got back, and when I had a couple of drinks of cognac and got involved with a book I lost mental track of how long I had been there. She coughed to get my attention, a bit theatrically, I thought, but then I got a good look at her for the first time. My step-sister was a very beautiful girl.
"Hello. I guess you're Kevin," she said, walking gracefully over to the big desk where I was reading and drinking. I got to my feet and looked at her closely. "But sit down, please. I just wanted to meet you and tell you how sorry I am about your father."
"Thanks. You're Ginger?" She nodded. "I didn't think that I'd meet you until tomorrow. I just got in this afternoon. Would you like a drink?"
"No. But I'll have a cigarette if you have one," she said, sitting easily in a nearby leather chair. I gave her a cigarette and lit it for her, taking another for myself, although I don't smoke all that much. At nineteen, I wanted to show her that I was every bit as sophisticated as my education and travels were supposed to have made me.
There was an awkward silence for several minutes and I took a good, deep gulp of cognac to keep my mouth shut. There was so much that I wanted to know about this girl, but I couldn't find where to begin. She was very beautiful, with dark hair and long legs and a body that was every bit as seductive as Estelle's. She wore a red knit dress cut low in front to reveal her well-developed bosom and short enough so that when she sat in the big chair her hem rose high up her shapely thighs.
"Do you approve?"
I blushed slightly at the question, knowing that I had been caught surveying her wares, but it faded quickly as I caught the knowing tone of her voice. "I approve," I said, smiling and taking another swallow of the booze.
"I'm glad," she said, snuffing out her cigarette, although it was hardly half way down. "Why don't we go up to my room. We can talk."
I stared at her, wondering if it was talk that she wanted to do or something else. I was naturally hoping that she wanted something else, but I realized that Estelle would be looking for me be:ore too long and let the provocative thought fade from my mind. I picked up the bottle of cognac and my cigarettes and got up. Ginger uncoiled very seductively from the chair and stood waiting for me. I opened the library door and let her lead the way to her room. "After you," I said rather pointlessly and watched hungrily as her high riding haunches undulated up the big stairway. I stayed two steps behind her and felt a very growing excitement as I watched her ass in motion under the smooth-fitting knit dress.
Ginger's room was fixed up very nicely, a bit too feminine for my tastes, but comfortable. She opened the door for me and closed it after I had entered. I didn't hear her lock it, but I suspected that she had.
"Bring two glasses," she said as I walked into her bathroom. "I think that I'd like to have a drink now."
I poured and touched glasses with her. "To father," she said and laughed. "I mean to your father."
"To your mother," I said and drained the glass without watching her. She, too, had finished hers in a single swallow. I refilled the glasses and turned to look at her as she sipped slowly. When she picked up a cigarette, I leaned over and lit it for her, catching a tantalizing whiff of her perfume and a close look at the delicious bulge of her tits, milky white flesh that seemed to be trying to burst from her bra.
"Would you like to take me to bed, Kevin?" "I thought you'd never ask," I said and regretted it immediately. I thought that I was going to be just as cool about it as she was, but I found myself flushing very red again, except that this time the color didn't fade quickly.
"Well, what are we waiting for?" She put her glass down and walked across the room, shedding her shoes before she reached the bed. I just sat, not really knowing exactly what to do next. I caught her smile as she sat down on the edge of the bed and then stood up to take her dress off.
She wore only the flimsiest of bikini panties, and why I'll never know. Her dark triangle was quite visible through the sheer fabric, as was the crease of her ass when she turned around to hang the dress over the back of a chair. She took her bra off and sat down again to remove her stockings, but not before she had turned to me very slowly so that I could admire the full rise of her breasts, fleshy globes made for tasting, especially oh the rosy centers. Her nipples were already erect with passion.
I didn't need further encouragement. I put my glass down and began peeling out of my clothes and managed to get naked before I walked to the bed. She knew I was ready for her and I knew she liked what she saw. Her eyes almost glistened in anticipation as she gazed hungrily down at the throbbing erection I carried to her.
"My step-brother is very well hung, very well hung indeed," she murmured as I stood next to her. She cradled my testicles in her hand, weighing them in a sense, and then she ran her finger-nail up the underside of my cock, sending an electric shock right back to my asshole. "I wonder if my stepbrother likes his cock sucked."
"Be my guest," I said, gasping out the words through clenched teeth as her fingers wrapped around the head of my dong. "I like that very much."
Her lips barely brushed the knob of my prick before I felt like I was going to come. My hands slid down her body and cupped her big tits, fingers deftly pinching her hard little nipples. I felt rather than saw her wet mouth close over the head of my cock and felt her tongue twirl around it. I tightened my buttocks and pushed my cock further into the damp warmth of her mouth. It was only then that I looked down and saw how her lips were circling my stem so tightly that the edges were white. I felt her suction, however, and shoved myself closer,, but her hand still held my joint and limited the amount of cock she would take into her pretty head.
She sucked me for five minutes or so and then pulled away, her eyes glazed with passion, and rolled over onto her back, spreading her legs wide for me. I knew she wanted me to eat her cunt, and I was just about to go down on her when I felt her hands around my head. She prilled me up to her face and pressed her lips over my mouth, releasing me only after several minutes.
"Fuck me, Kevin. Fuck me, please," she whispered.
I obliged, moving one hand down to her dark triangle and opening her pubes wide. She was already damp so there was no need to play with her very much. I felt her hand streak down between our bodies and take the shaft of my cock. It felt so wonderful that I eased myself back so that I could see her tiny fingers stretched around my circumference and watched with growing delight as she guided my cock into her steamy hole. Once the head touched her moist purse I thrust my hips forward violently and buried myself into her right up to my balls. Her only reply was a deep moan as she wrapped her long legs around my back.
We played out our little erotic drama, my body surging forward to meet her fleshy, wide-spread crotch, my cock sinking deep into her hot, juicy hole. She was a woman in all that she did in that bed that time. Her hips rose to meet me with every thrust. Her fingernails raked down my naked back, sharp but just this side of drawing blood. It was very exciting. Her fingernails, I mean. Her ass hardly ever touched the mattress as she pumped away at the rigid pole between my legs, and she hardly ever let my cock escape more than fractions of an inch from her honeypot.
Somewhere between the first stroke into her hot young body and the last, I had managed to force her legs up around my neck, the calves of her legs resting on my shoulders, which twitched in excited little motions presaging the final thrust hat I would make my cock, the signal that told her that I was spending all my come into her body. I had to wonder about it for a few minutes, wonder and try like hell to prolong what I was doing for as long as I could. I thought about sail boats and planes and my sister, and all the time my cock was swelling fatter and fatter with my impending orgasm, Ginger cried out and locked her knees tightly around my neck. I pressed my full weight down on the firm softness of her thighs and hot an intensely pleasing load of come deep into the hot, tight cavity of her cunt.
It was only after I had rolled over, breathing deeply and feeling the love sweat evaporate coolly from my body, that I realized that Ginger was no virgin and, more than that, a lot more experienced than I would have thought an eighteen-year-old, to be. For a moment, I was tempted to ask her but that seemed stupid. We simply stretched out side by side on her big bed and let our thoughts wander around. Where hers went I didn't know any more than I knew my own.
Five minutes later, I got up and fixed two more drinks, lighting a cigarette for myself and then offering her one. She nodded and I lit one for her,bringing both drink and smoke to her as she sat up and leaned back against the headboard.
"You're some lover," she said, drawing deeply on the smoke between small sips of the cognac. "I haven't been as well fucked like that for a long time."
I didn't say anything. I just looked down at her body, long legs, dark triangle and her lusciously big boobs. But I wasn't aroused again. I was too tired at the moment, and the cognac didn't help refresh me, either. The cigarette tasted lousy, but I took another drag before snubbing it out on her bedside ashtray. "You're pretty hot stuff in bed yourself," I finally managed to say.
She smiled. Then her eyes turned to my eyes and I watched as she slowly gobbled in my entire body, her gaze methodically dropping down to my chin, my chest, my crotch where it paused and then continued down my legs. I thought she might have had a fetish about feet because her gaze stopped there for an even longer time than it had on my cock and balls.
I finished my drink and turned to retrieve my clothes.
"Don't go, yet," she said. "Come back to bed. I need you right now."
My legs felt the weariness of the day and I was going to refuse, but Ginger was out of bed and standing very close to me. I felt the heat of her flesh radiate against mine, but I felt that I couldn't possibly get it up again for her. And it late, too, much too late for the grieving son to in the bedroom of his step-sister. I shook my head.
"I've got to get some sleep, Ginger," I said, moving over to where I had dumped my clothes.
She did it so quickly that I froze in my tracks. Her hands first and then her hot, wet mouth took my limp cock. I felt an immediate surge as the blood rushed to my prick and fattened it for her hungry lips and tongue. She sucked it in while it was still soft and short enough for her to take it all right down to where her lips were pulsating at the base of my cock. I felt the palm of her h nd grip my ass while the other gently cupped my balls.
In a moment, her head was away from my cock while her hands continued working me over. I felt her nails sharply as they scraped excitingly up and down the length of my prick, maddeningly, painfully and yet somehow wildly erotic. I reached down and pulled her to her feet and led her back to the bed.
"Lie down," she said.
It was a pleasure, not just from the thought of getting a blowjob from her but from sheer exhaustion. She got onto the bed beside me, sort of at a right angle to my outstretched body. Her kneeling form made a delightful picture as her boobs hung down with their own weight but without losing their delicious shape and her plump round ass rose high in the air. Then she began. Her lips closed over my toes, taking me by surprise and some little shock, but the shock was from discovering that there was a keen erotic thrill even there as I watched her. Slowly then she licked up my legs, alternating her tongue from left to right until she had reached my thighs. She shifted position then, moving over my legs and spreading them to each side of her hot body.
I waited impatiently for her to lower her wet mouth over my throbbing penis, waited for that first great moist hot thrill when the head of my cock would penetrate her ruby lips and her tongue would flick out and around and stab and finally bring me to a crashing orgasm. But Ginger wasn't ready. She spread my legs wider, pushing my knees back almost to my chest. I felt foolish in that position, felt that it was what a man should do to a woman, but her tongue came down on my testicles wetly and the electric thrill drove out the nonsense. She sucked gently and wetly and as I was about to go mad with the pain-pleasure, she lowered her head, pushing my thighs back farther and farther until I knew that my asshole was fully exposed. Then I felt that wild, wet tongue, stiff and hot stab into my anus. I lunged forward and moaned aloud. My hands groped for her hair, but she pushed them away. In and out, in and out, her tongue was buggering me until I thought that I would shoot my sperm into the air, but at the right critical moment, Ginger's mouth was over my cock knob, sucking, licking, pulsating with passion.
She swallowed every drop of my come and held the softening cock in her hot mouth until it was useless. And I do mean useless, for there wasn't even that extreme sensitivity of post-orgasm. I was literally numb from what she had done with her mouth. When she finally let my cock slip from her lips, I reached down to stroke her hair. I wanted to eat her, but I was too fatigued, from the day, from the trip, from Estelle and finally, from Ginger. And I wanted to sleep, but I knew that would never do. I had to get back to my own bed. She understood and watched contentedly as I got out of bed and dressed. I blew her a kiss and left.
The eleven o'clock sunlight streaming brightly into my room woke me from a dreamless sleep. I was still exhausted, but I got up and showered and shaved anyway. The funeral was to be held at two o'clock.
"Good morning," Estelle said, startling me as I put the finishing touches to my face after shaving. I was dressed in a towel and hardly thinking of anything. She surprised me. I had forgotten that she had often come into my room and right into my bath before. Somehow I didn't think that she would appear that morning.
She was dressed for the funeral, but it didn't stop her from coming right up behind me and wrapping her arms around my naked waist. I tensed and then she unfastened the towel, letting it drop to the floor as her hands caressed my genitals.
"Not now," I protested, but she only laughed and continued to manipulate my cock and squeeze my scrotum. "Stop it," I said, dropping the washcloth and pushing her hands away.
"Don't be silly, Kevin," she said and went right back to playing with me.
"Don't," I said, but I could feel my groin flex in anticipation of her touch. I tried to push her away one more time, but by then my cock had swollen and Estelle had it circled in her hand, stroking it with increasing speed.
I turned to face her, putting my hands on her shoulders and then tried to push her down to her knees. "Suck it, then dammit," I said.
"Not now," she said, mimicking my own words. "I want a fast fuck, darling. Come on. Get behind me.
Quickly she stripped out of her panties and lifted her dress, revealing her beautiful tawny-fleshed ass. She leaned over and spread her legs, bracing her hands on the edge of the bathtub. What could I do? My cock was pounding in anticipation, but I didn't want to get caught in my own bath with my own sister. But cock-throb won out, I stepped closer to her proffered cheeks and spread them open, fingering both her rear hole and her already wet cunt. She moaned and urged me to hurry. I did, shoving my cock deep into her hot, juicy pussy. She grunted with satisfaction and began to roll her hips wildly. I grabbed her around the waist in order to maintain my balance and to keep my peker from slipping out of her quim, as if by some freak of accident she would have let go of my cock. Her ass slapped back into my pelvis with each deep penetration of my screamingly rigid member. I had never taken her standing up like that, and never,- of course, taken her with her clothes on. I noticed with some amusement that she lacked only panties and high heels to be just as normally dressed as any young woman on her way to the funeral of her father.
It was a quickie, violent and heated and over almost before it began. I held her tightly by her plump love handles, that fleshy soft muscle area just over her hip bones, until my cock shrunk and slipped wetly out of her steamy love pot. When I let go of her, she straightened up and turned around to kiss me full on the mouth, but she held her skirt hem above her waist and promptly sat down on the toilet. I gave her a dirty look and left, closing the bathroom door on my way out I grabbed a clean towel from the closet and cleaned myself as best as I could. I wanted another shower, but there didn't seem to be mucj time for that. Instead, I got dressed, throwing a a black suit and a white shirt.