Chapter 8
Cathy pulled the door to her mother's room closed behind her as she and her brother slipped through it, and when they had moved down the hall, she turned to him with a sly wink. "Now let's go to my room. I'm not finished with you yet."
Rob grinned and hugged his sister, letting his hands sneak under her blouse which hung open and cop a feel of her ripe young breasts as they walked through the door to her room. Rob pushed the door closed and Cathy moved quickly to shed her blouse and to get out of her skirt, which was still bunched up around her waist.
"You know there's something fascinating about getting raped," she said, smiling and beckoning him over to her. "Especially when you're getting raped by your own brother."
"You make an excellent victim," Rob said, recalling how he had gotten off when he forced his body atop his struggling sister, and then pried her legs apart and forced his cock into her slit. "It was very, very nice."
"Now you just stand right here, big brother," Cathy grinned, "and don't move."
She sank to her knees in front of her brother and cupped his balls in her hand, feeling them shift back and forth between her fingers. Rob planted his legs wide apart to keep his balance, and looked first down at his sister who was concentrating on his balls and on his cock, which stood at half-mast, and then over toward the mirror-the full length mirror before which Cathy primped and preened when she readied herself for dates. In that mirror Rob could see the intent look on Cathy's face as she held his cock in her hands, rolling his balls back and forth between the fingers of one hand and stroking the length of his shaft with the fingers of the other. He could feel his cock grow more and more erect with each stroke of Cathy's fingers until his cock finally stood up, its head swollen and red, its shaft stretched to its full length.
Cathy moved her head toward the bright red cap of Rob's prick and brought her lips into contact with the smooth silky skin, parting the lips slightly and letting them just barely kiss his swollen cock head. A shiver raced through his body as Cathy's wet lips touched his cock. Cathy was smiling and he could see her face, eager with anticipation, in the mirror beside him. Cathy moved her head to his cock again, this time her lips parted a little wider. Rob could see her pull the tip of her tongue across her lips, spreading saliva on them so that they glistened with wetness. Rob braced himself, anticipating those wet lips sliding down over his cock, and a moment later he could feel the wetness on as Cathy moved quickly, letting his cockhead slip into her mouth and swallowing about an inch or so of his shaft.
Cathy let her lips fall back and now brought the edges of her teeth down on Rob's cock, biting gently, feeling his cock react, blood rippling through his cock. Cathy pressed her tongue against the underside of Rob's cock, letting its rough-textured skin arouse the cock and press it up against the smooth roof of her mouth. The rich spermy smell of Rob's cock filled her nostrils as she struggled to breathe, and Cathy closed her eyes, and let her mouth enjoy the rich meat that filled it.
Rob watched the ecstatic look on Cathy's face grow as she smiled broadly and started sucking on his dick.
Rob stared hard at the mirror, watching his sister address herself to his prick, holding it in her soft hands and stuffing it into her mouth where she rolled its long shaft back and forth around her tongue and up against the roof of her mouth, sucking on it all the while, stretching the silky smooth skin that was already stretched almost to the limit. And with each long, lingering suck he could hear Cathy gasp for breath as she ran out of air. She would much rather taste the sweet essence of Rob's cock than breathe.
Cathy's teeth came down on Rob's cock again and he could feel the heavy shiver race through his body. Cathy was pushing him over the brink-sucking him over the brink-and in a moment his cock would pour itself down her throat. He wondered if she was ready to drink it all in and he looked quickly in the mirror. Her eyes were closed tightly, as if in concentration, her hands still cradling his balls and holding on to the base of his shaft. He felt another twitch, then an aching deep in his groin. His sticky sweet sperm was pushing hard against his cock, yearning to burst forth, and suddenly a wave of heat raced through his body and the sperm raced down his cock in spurts, poured out of the narrow opening at his cockhead, and sprayed around the inside of Cathy's mouth.
There was no doubt about it, Rob thought as he watched his sister, still on her knees, drink in every drop. Not only was she ready for his outpouring of sperm, but eagerly awaiting it, and her wide-open mouth drank in every drop. And when the last spurt had shot into her she crouched under his limp prick and ran her fingers up and down its flaccid length, milking the last drops out of it while Rob laughed and held on to her head. Cathy grinned up to him and took his entire cock, now that it was small again, into her mouth, then let it pop loose again.
"Rob, Robbie-"
It was Angela's voice, and a look of panic flickered across Rob's face. Before he could move, before Cathy could straighten up from under Rob the door to her room burst open and Angela burst in. "I guessed that I'd find you in here when I saw that you weren't in your room," she started, anger in her voice as she looked down at her daughter and at the telltale traces of sperm that clung to her lips. "I said there would be no more of this, and I meant it."
"What are you going to do if we don't, Mother?" Cathy asked straightening up. "Tell Father? That's something I'd like to see."
"Why, you little-"
"Relax, Angela," Rob said curtly. "There's enough here to go around for the both of you. Besides, we've been doing this for a while-"
"You mean all that in there was an act?" Angela demanded, the anger in her voice mounting.
"That's right, Mother, or may I call you Angela, too?" Cathy smiled, letting her hand creep to Rob's groin.
Angela bunched her hands into fists and moved toward her daughter who was smirking at her, but she stopped dead in her tracks when she heard the downstairs door open with a loud click. "Oh my God, it's your father," she said. "Quick, both of you get dressed and not a word of this-we'll discuss it later. Move."
Angela pushed Rob out of the room and watched him scurry to the safety of his own bedroom, then shot a glance toward Cathy, who calmly picked up her blouse and slipped it over her shoulders, smiling. Angela hurried to the master bedroom to get into a gown. Down below they could all hear the clatter of the ar rival home of the master of the house. Angela was a flutter of nerves as she moved down the staircase to greet her husband. Rob and Cathy, who fell into step behind, her smiled to each other knowing that they had just taken their first step toward making their parents accept their sexuality on an open level.
Dinner that night was a strange affair, Rob reflected, as his mother fidgeted and practically jumped every time either he or Cathy made any remark or touched each other. After dinner Rob and Cathy said they were going for a walk and Angela practically jumped out of her skin, but there was nothing she could do. Once outside and safely out of earshot of their parents, Cathy turned to Rob. "Well, we really went and did it, we got Mom really furious with us, didn't we?"
"Oh, don't worry about it," Rob said, his arm reaching out to wrap around his sister's waist. Cathy smiled. Rob continued: "Now all we have to do is get them all together and we can do that tonight. Just you get Dad into his study and I'll do all the rest."
"What will you do?"
"Well, you know how Dad is when he gets into that study with his books-he never comes out," Rob said. "Now, I'll convince Mother that she can fuck me for at least a couple of hours before Dad comes out of his study, only Dad won't be with his books-"
"Yeah, Dad will have his dick up and jammed into me," Cathy said. "But how will we get them all together?"
"After I finish with Mom, I'll just suggest that we look in on Dad," Rob explained.
"What happens if Mom decides to kill me?" Cathy asked. "You know she was almost angry enough to do that this afternoon."
"Okay, let's switch around," Rob suggested. "About an hour after you and Dad start, you run out of the study and head upstairs to my room and you can catch Mom and me. All you have to do is make sure Dad follows hot on your heels. Think you can swing that?"
"No trouble at all," Cathy smiled, rubbing her head against her brother's shoulder.
"Okay, let's go back home now, Mom must be shitting a brick wondering whether we're off behind the garage fucking or something," Rob said as he turned around. Cathy giggled and moved smoothly with him, keeping in step as they walked back.
Rob could have sworn that he saw his mother give a sigh of relief when they both walked back into the house, looking none the worse for the wear. Cathy headed straight for their father, who was curled up in his armchair across the room working a crossword puzzle, while Rob moved toward the dining room where his mother was just tidying up from dinner. Rob could see his sister perch on the armchair and whisper to her father and he moved quickly to his mother to block her view. He talked to his mother for a moment then Cathy walked up be hind him and loudly announced that she was tired and would be turning in early. She winked quickly at Rob and moved up the stairs.
Rob could hear the newspaper rustling and his father pulling himself out of his favorite battered armchair. He walked toward them and let one of his arms fall across Rob's shoulders. "Sweetheart," he said, facing his wife, "I'm feeling kind of ambitious so I thought I'd lock myself into the study tonight and try to finish up my lecture notes for next semester. I hope you don't mind."
Rob could see a shadow of disappointment flicker across his mother's face, but she puckered her lips and moved them to meet her husband's. Their lips brushed briefly, then he patted Rob on the back and retreated into his study, which adjoined the garage. Rob stood still for a moment watching his mother put away the last of the dinner dishes and, after he heard the study door, he stepped closer to his mother, letting his arm brush against her bosom.
"Now that Dad's locked away in his study, why don't you come up to my room," Rob suggested.
"Are you crazy?" his mother whispered. "We'll get caught."
"No, we won't," Rob said, pressing his arm lean more firmly against his mother. "You know as well as I do that Dad won't be out for half the night. And don't worry about Cathy, I've taken care of her, okay?"
"Okay," his mother replied. "Go on upstairs. I'll be up in a few minutes."
Rob grinned and pinched her ass as he moved around her and headed up the stairs. He paused for a moment when he reached the top, poked his head into Cathy's room and saw that she had stripped and was dabbing perfume behind her ears and under the folds of her breasts. "All set," he whispered as he withdrew his head and pulled her door shut.
He continued on to his room and, leaving the door open, he started to strip, pulling his polo shirt over his head kicking his shoes and socks off and pushing his jeans down over his slim hips. Rob paused for a moment and surveyed his body in the full-length mirror that hung on his closet door. He liked what he saw, from his broad shoulders all the way down to his strong legs. He also admired the bulge in his underwear-his cock, which would soon be put to good use again.
"You've got a good body, but don't get a swelled head about it," his mother said as she stepped into the room, pushing the door closed behind her.
"Well, if my head doesn't get swelled, you're going to be mighty frustrated tonight," Rob smiled, pulling his undershorts down and letting them fall to the floor as he stepped toward his mother. He looked her over, and as he turned his eyes to her she let the front of her gown fall loose, revealing a slice of her smooth white skin that ran from her throat, past her fully rounded boobs, down her belly and over her navel to the thick patch of hair that nestled between her fleshy thighs. Rob took a long hard look and felt a stirring in his groin. The hairs that shielded his prick were beginning to tickle as his cock filled with blood and started to rise, forcing its way through the tangle of hairs.
"Now that's the kind of head I like to see get all swollen," Angela breathed as she let the gown slip from her shoulders and drop silently from the floor. "What a nice thing indeed that swollen head can be."
"I knew you'd see things my way sooner or later," Rob grinned, moving to his mother and taking her in his arms. She may have been more than twenty years older than he was, but when they were together she always deferred to him, subordinated her desires to him and would do anything to satisfy him. He drew her to him and wrapped her arms around her, covering her lips with his and kissing her hard. He felt her lips open and melt away under the pressure and her soft breasts pressed against his chest, the silky smoothness of her nipples rubbing gently against his skin.
Rob felt his mother's hips press flush against his and her patch of hair pressed against his cock. He also felt the full impact of her hips as they rotated against his groin, rubbing his cock hard against her bristly cunt hair. His cock inflated to its full size, pressing against the soft flesh of his mother's thighs. His hands dropped to her ass and he dug his fingers into the orbs of her backside, kneading the flesh and probing the length of her crack until he came to her precious little asshole.
"I want your asshole, I want to fill it with my meat," Rob breathed into his mother's ear.
"Take it, Robbie, it's yours," she breathed in return. "Stuff yourself into my asshole and bang me to death. Do anything you want to me."
Angela slipped to the ground, rubbing the full length of her body along Rob's, pausing when her tits reached his cock, pressing them hard together and letting them smother it in their softness. She sank to her knees and kissed Rob's cock, her lips parting just far enough so that his swollen cockhead could slip between them and toy with her tongue. Rob felt a shiver race through his body, but his mother continued to move downward, letting his cock hang, and turned over, presenting her ass to her son. Rob looked down at the two fleshy globes as Angela planted her hands on them and parted them, revealing the full depth of her crack and the tiny pink-ringed hole just inches from her cozy snatch.
Rob stared for a moment, torn between her asshole and her snatch, and watched as his mother contracted and expanded her asshole, drawing the muscles tighter together and then relaxing them, almost as if she were inviting him to enter her rear door. He continued to watch as Angela inserted one finger from each hand into the little pink hole and pulled it apart, gasping as shivers of pain shot through her body, revealing the deeper pink of the inside of that sheath. Rob's cockhead grew wet as a tiny drop of liquid oozed out of his prick and congealed on the blunt head of his cock, which was beginning to ache for the tightness of his mother's asshole.
Rob got to his knees and leaned forward, letting his head rest on his mother's buttocks. He could feel the smoothness and softness of those large round cheeks and he could sniff the gentle scent of her perfume. He let his chin trace the distance back and forth along the crack which divided those two ample globes, which were still being pulled apart by her fingers. Viewing the tiny hole being pulled apart by her fingers, he felt he could never jam his cock into so tiny a hole, but he had been there before and he would do it again-now!
Cathy hovered near her door, listening for the sounds in the hallway. Her father had agreed to fuck her without even a moment's hesitation and now she waited until she could be sure the coast was clear. She heard the door to her parents' room open with a click and then shut again, and wondered why she didn't hear the soft padding of her mother's feet down the hall-maybe she was barefoot. When she heard the soft murmur of her mother's voice from Rob's room and then heard this door click shut, she knew she was in the clear.
She stood nude in front of the mirror and looked herself over, pushing her hair back with her hands one last time. She slipped into a rather plain robe, nothing sexy-she wasn't going to take any chances-and slipped barefoot down the stairs and across the living room toward her father's study. The door was open just a crack and she slipped into the room, turning the doorknob so that there would be no click as she pushed the door closed. Her father was ready for her, stripped down to his shorts, which had a bulge in them.
Cathy leaned against the door for a moment, and then let her gown fall open. She could see her father's eyes move from her face down to the strip of flesh that was now visible between the folds of her gown. She paused for a moment, letting his mouth water at the sight of his young daughter's supple body, and then she shrugged the gown from her perfect white shoulders, revealing her pert young breasts, finally letting her garment slip to the floor. Her father was staring at her now with eyes that were open so wide that they threatened to pop out of his head.
Cathy took one step toward him and then planted her feet wide apart, her hands on her hips as she stared at him. She wanted him to eat her, and this was her signal to him. He hurried to her and without even embracing her fell to his knees and buried his head between her legs, letting his nose explore the rich bush of hair and drink in its odor of sex. He won dered if she had had sex earlier, because her crevice reeked of it, but before he had time to reflect on it Cathy's hands gripped his head and guided his tongue to her little clit, pushing his face into her bush so that he could hardly breathe.
"Eat my clit," Cathy commanded her father. "Bite it hard and then suck my cunt dry."
As she spoke that harsh command she could feel a wave of heat spread through her body. Dominating her father really turned her on, and when she actually felt his tongue embrace her clit she almost went out of her mind. She lowered herself to her knees, forcing her father's heat down until he was almost prone on the ground, then she fell back, pulling her legs high in the air and spreading them to expose her crevice so her father's tongue could get deeper inside it.
Cathy just loved the way her father tongued her. Starting with her clit, he would first lick it with his tongue and then grip it between his lips, tugging on it and pressing his lips together, crushing the tender little knob between them. Then he would let his tongue trace the entire length of her slit without entering it, teasing the puffy lips which were begging to be penetrated, but stopping just short of piercing them with his tongue, though he would rub his lips roughly against them. Cathy just loved it, and she knew she could command him to do anything she wanted because he loved serving her.
Cathy felt the pressure in her body building as her father poked his tongue between her spread crevice and lapped up the pussy juice her cunt was oozing. Maybe it was her thorough fucking earlier in the day, but she suddenly felt that she would have to feel her father's prick slam into her. She couldn't take the usual lengthy foreplay, and besides she was looking forward to screwing Robbie again while her parents both watched. It was the thought of Rob that pushed her even closer to the edge and made her feel a need for stiff cock between her legs.
"Now, now, Dad," she breathed, grabbing her father's head by the hair and pulling him up to cover her body. "Jam your meat into me. I want to feel your cock cut into me."
"Cathy, what's come over you?"
"Shut up," she hissed, "and fuck me, fuck me, fuck me."
She could feel her father's erect cock pressing against her thighs and she wanted it inside her cunt, which was aching to be satisfied, aching for a cock spray its sperm all over it. Cathy reached down between her legs and gripped the cock in her hands. It was long and slender-she would need a thicker and larger one to drive her over the brink, but this one would do. She let her hand enjoy its silky smoothness for a moment and then moved to tuck it into her slit. She felt her father shift his body and suddenly she felt it slide smoothly into her. Her cunt was already soaking wet and ready to accept it and she shuddered as it slid all the way in.
"Now ride me, hump me," she breathed between clenched teeth as she wrapped her legs around her father's waist and felt him pump his cock in and out of her cunt. She closed her eyes tightly and and wrapped her hands around his neck, feeling his face rub against hers as he continued to ride her, plunging his long thick cock in and out of her, slamming his hips against hers. She pulled her legs up higher, resting them against her father's shoulders, and now his cock pierced her all the way to the rear wall of her cunt. Delicious shivers raced through her body as her father rocked back and forth rhythmically, pressing her knees against her shoulders and nearly breaking her in half as he fucked her.
This felt good, Cathy thought as she closed her eyes tightly and tried to imagine Rob or Laurie's father doing this same thing to her. She could hear the slight sloshing sounds her father's cock made each time it plunged into her crevice. It meant that she was filled with her own pussy juice and would soon being to feel the pressure of her father's cock push her over the edge. Cathy could feel his cock begin to twitch too, and she that first spurt of his come sprayed out of the thin tube in his cock, and the moment it hit her cunt she started to pop off.
Cathy's eyes were already closed when she started to come and she felt laser beams burst through her consciousness. She had never come like this with her father and she tried to relax and enjoy it, but her body twitched and turned and arched, almost throwing him off her. He pressed her down hard against the floor and with one hard shove jammed her down and shoved his cock all the way into her, pouring his juice into her while pressing her to the floor with all his might.
And as suddenly as they both experienced this super orgasm, it was all over. Her father's cock quickly shrank back to normal size and Cathy lay against the carpeted study floor, fighting for breath, her father still lying atop her. She let her eyes fall open, but she became aware of the fact that they couldn't focus. She felt as if she were paralyzed, and became aware of her father muttering something and sliding down between her legs, his head resting against her pussy. She turned her head slightly and saw that the slight tickling she felt was her father's tongue lapping her cunt dry of the mixture of sperm and pussy juice with which it overflowed. But she could barely feel anything. It was almost as if she were watching her brother eat Laurie-that's how little she felt as her father lapped up the liquid between her legs.
Cathy drew a deep breath and felt the room swim into focus. She also remembered her promise to Rob and wondered what time it was. Oh hell, she thought, it must be time now. She pulled her legs away from her father, leaving him kneeling with his tongue hanging in mid-air.
"I've got a surprise for you, Daddy," she breathed in a voice she deliberately lowered. She knew she would have to come on as coy and as sexy as possible. "We're going for a piggyback ride all the way upstairs."
"Upstairs? But your mother-"
"Don't worry, Daddy dear," Cathy breathed. "And you know what happens if you don't obey me. Now get down so I can ride you."
A look of chagrin crossed his face, but he crouched and allowed his daughter to mount him. He felt her arms lace together around his neck, and he looped his arms under her legs holding them.
"Giddyap," Cathy squealed as she aimed her father toward the door.