Chapter 3
Tina Benson returned to a quiet household. It was dawn, and as it had been her habit for the previous six months, she entered stealthily well after both her mother's and the state's curfew. Fortunately, for she'd left home with no sweater or coat, her limbs fully exposed to the elements, it was a warm evening. In fact, small beads of sweat sparkled in the shaft of the moonlight which crossed Tina's brow as she rested at the living room door and waited for her eyes to adjust to the darkness. It was not, however, alone the heat, nor were the vigorous activities of "Sports Night" the sole cause of Tina's sweat. Her bright eyes, and the dilated pupils within, indicated yet another source of agitation. Couple this with her rapid heart beat, a frenetic train of thought, her exaggerated good cheer-especially given the early morning hour-and one would be hard put, in today's escape-oriented culture, to abandon the notion that Tina Benson had ingested one or another-in what quantities God only knows-sort of drug.
It had to be that, or sex. And sex would not account for Tina's vigor and pep at five in the morning.
So it was, drugged and enjoying every minute of it, that she tip toed from one end of the living room to the other without so much as exhaling. A last minute thought, before she started down the hallway toward bed, however, started off her troubles.
It must be remembered that Mr. Benson, drunk and disorderly, fell to sleep on the living-room sofa with only a small blanket covering his otherwise naked loins and genitals. Tina, lovely young thing that she was, did not, however, have any knowledge of the fact that her father lay mostly nude beneath his small covering. She felt sorry for him and returned to the couch to rearrange his blanket in the interest of his comfort for the rest of the night, or morning. As she lifted the small blanket it was to her surprise, and drugged delight, that she discovered her father's naked genitals. It was the penis, in particular, that attracted Tina's attention. She fought, and lost the battle, an irresistible urge to pet the taboo organ. Holding the blanket in mid-air above the man, she considered her options: she could I) return the blanket immediately to its proper position over her father's hips and genitals ("not very interesting," she thought.), 2) just look at it (She said to herself: "I'm doing that."), 3) she could lean down and give it just a quick, experimental pet, and, naturally, risk waking him, 4) she could take a paint brush and some paint (how she came up with this notion must be attributed to the drug(s) she'd taken) and cover her father's penis in some strange, no doubt symbolic, rainbow design. She compromised with the last options, numbers three and four, and found herself moments later, as Tom Benson continued to sleep off his drunkenness, painting her father's prick with a number three water color brush the color of a Winter Evergreen. It was with some considerable amount of will power that, having blown the painted muscle dry, young, nubile Tina returned the blanket to its rightful position and made her way toward bed. Mr. Benson snored on into the night.
But when Tina arrived in the bedroom, she felt not the least bit sleepy. She wiped a drop of paint from her nude thigh-she still wore the shorts in which she'd attended "Sports Night" at the high school-and sat on the edge of the bed. She could hear her brother, Charley, who used the bed on the opposite wall, breathing heavily. She had no idea, as she undressed, that he was quite awake.
Tina stood in the dark in front of the wall length mirror and examined the contours of her body. Even in the dark a fine shape appeared, one slender in the hips and full in the chest, a silhouette that would have been difficult for any man to close his eyes on, let alone Tina's aroused and stimulated brother. Thus, Charley filled his eyeballs with not only the silhouette, but also with a view of the flesh of his lovely sister's nearly perfect physique. He could even distinguish, as she stood in front of the mirror in the dark, that Tina's nipples were slightly erect.
She smiled at herself as she inspected more of her body. She smoothed the skin on her belly with the palm of one hand. She turned and examined in profile the shape of her breasts, the swoop of her pelvis, and the indentations of her slender upper legs. Even her pubic hairs cast a small, delicate shadow and outline on the nearby wall.
Surreptitiously, Tina looked over her shoulder to see if Charley slept. He quickly shut his eyes so that she could only assume that he was not awake. Then his sister sat down on a simple chair and looked into the mirror. Only this time she moved a few knick knacks and various bottles which otherwise, from her new sitting position, would have obscured her view. With her feet flat on the wooden floor and her legs spread slightly, she slid her hand into her crotch. She rubbed smoothly back and forth along first one thigh and then along the other. She used a finger to pry open the smooth, wet lips surrounding her vagina. It took only a moment more for her breathing to accelerate and for tremors to ripple across her legs and up her belly.
"Oh, God," moaned Charley. "Look at that!"
"What?" cried Tina in a harsh whisper, jerking her hand out of her twat, "I thought you were asleep! You dirty bastard!" She swung around in the chair to get a good view on her brother. "Charley, how could you?"
"I didn't know what you were going to do, Tina," he said, sitting up and pleading with her. "Really, honest, I had no idea. I was just lying here minding my own business. Really, Tina, I wouldn't do that, you know me."
She smiled. His generous and kind spirit had provided her with room to think. "Well," she said, recovering herself, "I suppose we are brother and sister and after all, it's not like you're going to go run and tell Mom that I was masturbating."
"Awe," said Charley, laying back down, "she wouldn't mind anyhow."
"What? How do you know?" She brought her chair close to Charley's bed. "Say," she said, "what are you doing up anyhow? It's five in the morning."
"Which question first?" he said with a smile.
"How do you know she wouldn't care if I was masturbating," said Tina.
"She does it herself," said Charley, a bit arrogant.
"And how do you know that?" asked Tina, still sitting nude next to her brother who lay under the sheets.
"Oh, I just know," he said. "And I'm awake just now because I had a long talk with Mom tonight." This was a lie, but only in one sense. He had had a long fuck with his mother, and they'd done little or no talking.
"I see," said Tina, scratching her upper thigh. Her smooth tanned legs and hanging tits were a lovely sight for Charley. It was everything he could do to pretend that he hadn't noticed a thing. Then it occurred to him: Tina was acting quite perceptive and very much unlike herself. "Say," he asked her now, "are you on something?"
She blushed. "Why do you ask?"
"Because you're sitting here in the nude and you don't care if I look at you or what."
"I like it when you look at me," she said in as lusty a voice as a fifteen year old can have. "It, ah, titillates me. I like having men's eyes on me."
"Oh, good," said Charley. "And I like to have a woman look at me, too." He sat up and brought his naked body out from under the sheets. "Here," he said, "take a good look Tina. This is me, the real me, your brother."
She shied away at first. The game, she thought, might have gone too far. But even out of the corner of her eye she had to admit that Charley's penis was an attractive sight. "Alright," she said, "I like to look, too." She turned back and tried to carry on a normal conversation. "This thing I took," she said, "it makes me so horny, Charley. I just can't describe it. I'm so, so, so hot!" she blurted out.
"It's a hot night," said Charley. His voice was cool. If Tina wanted to ball him, then he would insist that she make the first move. "Maybe you need something cold to drink, or a cold shower."
"No," she said, "I know exactly what I need." She inspected his long lean body. like herself, he was tan and well-shaped. He had fine pectoral muscles, even for a young man, and his skin was smooth and lean. He was not, however, skinny. His frame indicated that some day he would be as large and powerful a man as his father, and the growth of pubic hair, fully underway in his groin, under his arms and on his chest and ass, foretold a furry male. Tina could not resist reaching her slender hand out to her brother's chest. Her finger tips grazed his shoulder and then the middle of his chest. She let her hand float down along his belly. She did not go directly to his crotch. Rather, she stopped at the border line and swirled small circles on his stomach and across his pelvis. Still she barely touched him, giving him the tingling sensation that could only arouse the deepest, liveliest passions in his crotch.
She withdrew her hand.
"You were saying you know exactly what you want," said Charley.
"Yes," she said. She cracked a knuckle in her index finger and extended her hand again. This time she hovered over his crotch. Her fingers went lightly in and out of his bush. She touched him on either side of his cock, on each of his balls. She rubbed a couple of fingers along the spread, tender loins surrounding his genitals.
Finally, when Charley thought he could no longer take it, when he imagined that he would reach out and grab his sister's hand and push it violently down into his crotch and make her take hold of his penis, fist it and suck it and fuck it-just before that moment, she took hold of his meat with her entire hand. Seconds later she was on her belly between his legs with her face sliding up and down around his fully erect joy stick.
"God, yes," moaned Charley. "That's the way, Tina. That's the way." Her lips squeezed the muscular shaft the way an old person might use their gums to mouthe a piece of meat, and then she used the same lips to tug on the ridge of sensitive crown that adorned his mushroom head. She pulled her mouth up and down on the head of his meat, the portion on which she'd chosen to concentrate when she'd realized that the entire organ would in no way fit inside her mouth. There was a clicking and slurping sound as her tongue and lips, providing plenty of lubrication, went about the task of perfecting his huge erection. She licked an drubbed and pulled with her mouth, and in general she made things so hot, so slippery, that Charley very nearly shot his wad into his sister's mouth.
"Oh, my," she said, breaking away from his prick and sitting up as though she'd suddenly discovered that she was doing something awful, "I don't know what I'm doing, Charley. I don't know. It must be the drug, or the night, or something."
"No," said Charley, "it's my hot cock. You knew what you wanted and you came to get it. Now come on, finish me off, one way or the other, Tina. I got to have you do that for me. It's not fair otherwise."
"OK, " she agreed, "but this is some weird drug that makes a sister want to make love to her brother."
"Tina," said Charley, "did you ever stop to think that I want to fuck you and I didn't take any drug at all?" She started to reply, but he put his hand on her face and smoothed down her long silky hair. "Don't worry," he said, comforting her. "Just don't worry about anything."
She followed his orders and tried to relax. Soon she accepted the passions inside her loins. She climbed onto the bed and gave Charley everything that she thought would please him. He lay back and enjoyed every minute of it.
Tina rubbed her large young titties up against her brother's chest in much the same manner that six hours before her mother had done with Charley. She pushed her full nipples near his mouth so that he would take the time to suck them into erect cherry buds. He licked and nibbled just the way she liked.
"You want to hear something not very nice?" she asked him during one quiet moment.
"What?"
"I'm not a virgin," she said.
"Until recently," he said, "I was. But I'm a lot happier now that I know what balling's all about. I could hardly live with myself before."
She jumped back to rubbing his body with her own. She shoved her thighs between his and pushed her bush up against his prick. Her wet ooze greased his long cock muscle. The head of his dick went slipping and sliding along the parted vaginal lips around his sister's twat. The grease there gave him the nicest feel his mushroom pecker had ever had.
Soon she wanted him inside her. But rather than let her climb all over him, he insisted that she roll onto her back and let him penetrate her loins. Tina, naturally, agreed, and provided her brother with plenty of room to move in, as well as a steady flow of clitoral ease juice.
Charley began by easing his column of flesh slowly down the flesh tube. The mushroom head snagged Tina's erect clitoris on the way in, and she nearly gave them both away with an involuntary gasp and screech. She recovered herself just in time. Brother and sister lay perfectly still listening for the all clear snores: the sounds of both their parents asleep and unawares. When they heard that, they went back to rubbing and sliding their smooth, moist bodies against each other. They went back to balling.
"Oh, my," said Tina, "this is just the way I imagined it would be with you, Charley."
"What?" he asked. "You figured on doing this some day?" Sliding his cock all the way into her tube, he asked her again: "You planned this?"
"Oh, no," she said spreading her legs. "I just thought about it every now and then."
Charley rubbed his palms across her nipples. Then he pulled back and rubbed his sister's smooth inner thighs. The flesh was as supple and slick as could be asked for. He used one finger to adjust the right lip of her twat. It had begun to rub awkwardly, so he spread it more, thus giving his penis a freer slide in and out of her well-greased twat.
"Fuck me harder," she sighed. "You know what I mean, Charley? It feels like you're just doing it too slow. Can't you go really hard?" She complained like a bitch about his style, but he didn't mind. After all, it wasn't that often that you got to set your penis into a girl as nice as Charley's sister, so you put up with a little of the arrogance that many pretty women have.
In any event, he shoved harder. He slammed his hips down into hers. "Oh, yeah," she said, feeling his cock grinding out her pussy. "That's what I like, Charley. I like it really big and hard." To prove her point she opened her legs and contracted her internal muscles.
"Nice squeeze action, sis," said Charley. "You do that well."
"You deserve it," she said. "Maybe I should give you my special little extra something. Just for you." She rolled her hips right and left several times so that Charley's hefty prick could slide into and out of every fold of slippery flesh his sister had to offer. "I got something extra nice for you," she said when she'd finished helping him pioneer her cavity. "Pull out for a minute."
Reluctantly, he pulled his slippery sex muscle out of his sister's twat. From the warm, moist inside he went to the damp, cold outside. Immediately he wanted to be back in her.
"OK, " she said, "now get up on your hands and knees and your sister is going to give you the kind of treatment that the girls at school probably don't even know about." She smiled and pushed and pulled on him until he lifted up on his hands and knees. He hoped she wasn't going to pull the same stunt as Vera had.
His wish came true. Rather than rub her cunt against his ass, Tina had chosen to rub her tongue against his ass. It felt like someone had stuffed his ass crease with fresh, slick liver. The mouth muscle traveled so smoothly along his crack, that he had no idea how to ask for more. He was dumbfounded. Never had he had so much pleasure in one place. "God damn, sis," he grunted, "you know how to get me going." His cock had nearly sprung out of his groin. And when Tina applied her oral organ to the bunghole itself, Charley moaned and writhed in ecstasy: "Shit! Fuck my butt!"
"Yes," she agreed, "it's delicious, no?"
He took her comment to be a cue. "Turn around," he directed his sister. "I'll give you some of the same. It's only fair."
Tina obediently turned around. Rather than rest on hands and knees, however, she spread out flat. He laid down on the backs of her smooth, young legs. It was like having a warm, flesh mattress. She was sweet and soft and all of her curves were like contours made for his body. He slid his face up between her smooth ass cheeks. There he insisted that she part her buttocks to make space for his "search and devour" tongue. She spread her nubile thighs, the backs of which were only slightly less smooth than the fronts, and Charley drilled his sister's anus with more mouth muscle than he knew he had. The bunghole crater opened wide as Tina submitted to Charley's long, wet muscle. His virulent tongue meat was as much a thrill for her anal canal as his potent flesh spike was for her pussy vessel. "Fuck me up the ass-hole, Charley," she finally begged him. "Just for a minute or two give it to me up the ass-hole!"
He was ready to oblige. He dipped his thorny spike between her spacious loins. There he rubbed his meaty dick in the heated, greasy well. Finally, properly lubed, he favored her crack with his oily dipstick.
"Uuuumhp," she said. "Come on, I'm ready."
"I like to rub a little," he explained. "Just for a minute." Back and forth along the sides of her narrow butt trough he ran his sword. The hot, greased iron sizzled with every stroke. "I'm gonna like this," he chuckled. The more he rubbed, the more his sister wiggled and tried to spread her buttocks. "Come on," she intoned, "aren't you ready yet?"
"OK, already," he said, losing patience. "Here." He whipped open her ass crack by palming each of her small butt globes in each of his two hands. The crack thus rent, he. speared the beveled crater called her bunghole with the massive mushroom head of his prick. But the tight anal orifice was not suited for such a quick entry. Despite the lubrication, and despite Charley's efforts to prevent it, his sister's ass-hole was stricken with agony. "Oh, no!" she screeched. "Too much hog! Too fucking much!"
She writhed away, tried to escape. But now her brother's cock had penetrated just beyond the sphincter muscle which once pierced tightened. The result: Charley's mushroom headed penis lodged below the sphincter and, due to the thick muscular ridge around the crown, could not now withdraw without causing considerable agony.
Of course, for Charley, it was a very pleasant feel. The tight anal muscles in his sister's hot butt squeezed involuntarily on his thick shaft. The milking action rippled up and down his penis. "Nice," he would say, forging ahead. "Good," he commented, jamming harder. "Ooooh," he grunted, supplying her with the full cylinder of flesh. "How is it for you."
"Uuuuumhp," grunted the teenage wonder woman. "It's not good, Charley. You got to get it out of there before I die!"
"Sure," he said. He used the palms of his hands to spread Tina's buttocks. As best he could, Charley massaged the ass-hole cheeks open. At what he took to be an appropriate moment, he yanked his massive organ out from his sister's butt hole. "Look at that thing, Tina," he said with an excited voice. "Look at that!"
Tina's ass ached, but she strained and craned her neck to regard her brother's massive sex organ. "Oh, wow," she said, "I had no idea."
To their surprise, the pole had come out covered with shit. The feces dripped from the rod, down to the base, and here and there was a piece of old kleenex or tissue paper. "You better wash that thing off," she directed him, "before you expect me to put it back in my mouth."
"The ass fuck," Charley reminded her, "was your idea. So you better wash me off, eh?" He winked and they both went tip toeing to the bathroom. There she took a washcloth to her brother's sex organ. She scrubbed the shit off the muscle. The hardest places to remove the filth she discovered to be the base and the mushroom rim. But when he was soaped and washed and cleansed, she smiled and admired the strength of her brother's erection. "Gee, Charley," she said, "you're still rock hard!"
She took him by the joint and led the way back to the bedroom. "You know," she said, "I'm glad we have a room of our own. Otherwise this would be really difficult. But now, since we live together and all, we can do a lot of fucking with each other. It'll make up for Mom and Dad fighting, eh?"
Charley sat down on the edge of his bed. "I guess so," he said, scratching his head. Tina smiled. "Here," she told him softly, "Let me brace that thing for you."
She wrapped her fist around the base of his cock. Enveloping his meaty organ with her mouth, she lipped it back and forth, from side to side. When she had had enough of sucking his big pecker, she took to massaging it with both hands. She had smooth, slender fingers, and small round fists. Her soft digits kneaded the bony flesh. Soon the joint throbbed between her rolling palms. "Oh, my," she observed, "it's pulsing and everything."
"Yes," said Charley, smiling at his blushing sister. "I'm going to be spraying any minute now."
"Wait," she said. "Get up into that bed. Come on, let me get up there too. I want to have that big thing in me. It's no good just to go shooting off everywhere with no cunt around it. You hang on a second." By the time she'd completed her harangue about emission with no receptacle, she'd maneuvered onto the bed, under his body, around his legs, onto his cock. She lifted her knees, spread her loins, and propped up the backs of her thighs against his strong shoulders so that she rested, her brother's pulsing prick deep inside her twat, with most of her weight on the base of her spine.
While he thrust his hot and powerful banana shaped organ in and out of Tina's pussy, Charley couldn't help but compare his sister and his mother. Where Tina was slender and long, supple, with big but especially smooth titties, his mother was hot and more intimate with ample thighs and more muscular legs. While Tina's cunt was narrow and smooth and nearly too slick, Vera's, Charley's mother's pussy, that is, was extremely muscular, capable of twisting and jerking his rod in nearly any desired direction. And lastly, while Tina offered her brother the zest and enthusiasm of youth and drug-crazed love, his mother's balling was sublte, passionate, and quick. Vera always knew what she wanted and how; Tina loved to experiment to get the exactly right fuck going.
"Oh, Charley," begged Tina, "hit me harder with that powerhouse muscle of yours, honey." She rocked his meat and gripped it with full strength with her hot twat muscles. "Come on, really grind it down in there. I want to feel the ridges, Charley. I've come this far, I want the juice. Come on." She rolled and gyrated under his passionate drilling. She squirmed in an effort to get quickly to orgasmic ecstasy.
"Get your cunt tight," he told her. "I'm gonna give you what I can now." She gripped harder. He rubbed his meat in and out quickly, penetrating depths beyond which would only give his sister pain. Soon, he knew, he would flood her small narrow channel with a full load of hot come. He jerked his meat this way and that to make sure that he would get the maximum pleasure from the final few strokes. The thrusting action gave his sister the thrill she'd been looking for.
"Uuuuuhh," she grunted, "that's it, Charley. That's it. Fuck me like that!" She wiggled and writhed in order to have his meat exactly the why she liked it, hot and juicy against her clitoris.
He happily supplied her with a few more strokes, but then, after squirting seven or eight large drops of jism into her pussy, he shriveled up and withdrew.
"Oh, my," she groaned, "all done? Already?"
"Afraid so," he said dejectedly. If only she knew, he thought to himself, how he'd fucked twice before earlier that evening. "In a short while," he suggested, "we can do it again."
"Well, I wonder-"
They both froze in the early morning darkness because Tom Benson was hollering:
"What the God damn fuck is this on my ever-loving cock? I don't believe my eyes. I've been attacked by some sort of monster. Shit!" He was yelling from the bathroom where he must have stumbled in in the dark to urinate, and, turning on the light he had discovered his daughter's secret paint job. Tina giggled and let Charley in on the secret.
"You better get into your own bed," warned Charley. "Hurry up."
Tom Benson continued hollering: "What nincompoop ass-hole has a green cock? I don't fucking believe it?" The toilet flushed, the light went out, and he stumbled through the darkness into the master bedroom where Vera slept. He was still muttering, still half-crocked, when he lay down next to his wife and went back to sleep.
Tina and Charley fell asleep a short while later, just as the morning sun began to break through.