Chapter 6
The added strain of Christmas shopping was not what was making all of us so unnerved. For five days, I had felt bounced from one conflict to another. If I went shopping with Billie, Mark got upset. If I was with Mark, Billie began pouting.
At the meals I fixed, both children wanted my company. Each of them fought over what they could do to help me. I had never gotten such assistance in the kitchen, with the cleaning, or in the yard. With son and daughter each trying to outdo one another, it was easy to keep our three-story, Spanish-style home neat and picked up. But Billie kept telling Mark that he was becoming effeminate, by doing the house chores, and regularly, she sent him outside to wash the cars and mow the lawn. "That's what a man's supposed to do," she insisted. Only with a grumble did he leave the heated rooms of the house, returning several hours later rubbing his hands for warmth with an uneasiness in his eyes.
One evening, finally cornering me in the breakfast room, he eagerly asked if I would go to the drive-in with him.
"But we can't leave Billie alone, Mark!" I answered him. "We'll have her company for only another week."
"Ma, for God's sakes," he argued, stamping his foot. "Ever since she came, you and I haven't even been alone. And you know what else? She even implied that you and she had something to do with one another!"
He watched my response intently, almost accusingly, but I was no longer uneasy about what I had done with either of them and I could be calm.
"That's probably because you implied the same thing to her. Maybe she wanted to get back at you."
"That's what I told her, too. I told her there's no way you could want to have anything to do with a female. But she said I was wrong again. She said you and she went to bed, too. Did ya, ma?"
I wanted to take the ear of my young son and force him up the stairs with me, into his room, where I could paddle his little behind. In the time I had not given him exclusive attention, he had returned to being a little, bratty boy. He had been the one who had been most argumentative, who had started most the fights with Billie that ended up with accusations and bitterness, with ugly words being tossed at one another. But I had to realize how young he actually was, in spite of the fact his body was that of a man. He was just beginning to get a feeling for his own maleness, a sense of his own identity. My having sex with him had given him a greater sense of self. My abandonment of him had occurred at a crucial time. I realized I could not really blame him for being so upset. Nevertheless, I had had my fill of fights and arguments, and I resolved, they would stop that very night.
"How? How else than by having their bodies get together? It had worked with Mark and with Billie and myself. Why wouldn't it work with the two of them? The more I thought about it, the more convinced I was that, in terms of the very strange situation that had developed in our family constellation during the past weeks, it was the only way full closeness could be effected.
"Didya, Ma?" Mark was insistent, wanting, begging for my answer.
"I'll answer that after you do one thing for me, Mark."
"I want to know now, Ma."
"All right, Mark. Sit down at the breakfast table. I'll make us some coffee."
The scraping of wooden chair legs across the linoleum floor grated at my ears as I turned on the stove burner under the kettle of water. I waited in the kitchen until it was boiling, poured the steaming water into two cups into which I had put a level teaspoon of freeze-dried coffee, and took them to the breakfast room table. Mark was tense, eagerly waiting for the answer I had promised I would give him, and ignored the coffee I had placed in front of him.
"I want to tell you something first, Mark. You made it very difficult for me by telling Billie you and I had sex with one another do, you realize that?"
He looked down at the table, embarrassed.
"I know, Ma."
"It made me feel I was being unfair to Billie."
"So you went to bed with her so she wouldn't feel bad, right, Ma?"
Anger flooded into him, teasing his facial features, but I met his look and he became embarrassed again.
"That's right. And now I feel badly about how you children are fighting so close to Christmas. I want that stopped right now, and I have determined there is only one way to do it."
"You want me to screw Billie."
"That's right. You catch on quick. But I want to be there with you, to make sure you are gentle with her. I don't think she's ever been to bed with a man, and I think it will help her and you, too. Mainly I think it will help you two get along better."
"Christ, Mom. You're asking for a lot. Most of the time, all we do is fight."
"You're the one starting most of the fights, Mark. This is your chance to stop them."
He leaned back in his chair and sighed. "When is this supposed to happen?"
"Tonight. As soon as Billie gets back, we'll discuss it with her. Then we'll repair to my bedroom. You two will get on the bed and start acting like loving brother and sister, while I make sure everything is very loving."
"Oy vey," he said, but he agreed he would.. . .
Mark stretched his nude body onto the brown satin bedspread and watched Billie reluctantly remove her clothes. She was uneasy, and I sensed it was only out of loyalty and love for me that she had agreed to the meeting with her brother.
I surveyed her nice, full breasts when she removed her bra, noticing that they remained pert and firm even without support. They were very nice breasts and I was certain, with the practice Mark had had with me, that he could excite Billie with his sucking technique. She slipped her panties over her tight little hips and buttocks, and stepped out of them, kicking them with her foot under the bed. She turned to me, her hands covering her pubic area.
"Okay," she said. "Now what?"
I eased back in the cushions of my yellow settee placed against the wall opposite the bed and spread my legs out in front of me.
"Get on the bed. Next to your brother."
She did as I told her to, rolling over on her back next to Mark and folding her arms across her breasts, looking at the ceiling. She was stiff as a board.
"I don't think it's going to work, Mom."
"Why not?"
"He isn't even excited. His prick is like a limp sausage."
"Then make it hard for him," I answered simply. "How?"
"By sucking on it, of course."
"And what about me? I'm not excited, either."
"Take care of him, first. Then I'm sure he'll take care of you."
"Do I have to."
"You have to."
She was still reluctant as she moved down on the bed, turned onto her stomach and studied my son's limp prick. She ran her finger from his dark pubic hairs right along his staff and up to the tip. She lifted it into the air, then let it fall to his body. In spite of her reluctance, she seemed to be intrigued with it, and not a little bit impressed by its large size. She also became intrigued with his testicles and pressed her finger into them.
"This what all guys look like?" she wondered aloud.
"No. Mark is what one calls really hung. His penis is very large. Most men are much smaller."
"I'm almost afraid to get it big! Won't it hurt me?"
"Not if you're excited, dear."
Mark seemed to enjoy our conversation and his body relaxed for the first time since we had all been together. He had been better primed for the meeting, and I gathered the prospect of having sex with his sister was something he would not mind at all. He spread his legs slightly and put his hands behind his head. The movement made his chest expand and his stomach disappear between the bones of his hips.
Billie also studied the many hairs spreading across his abdomen and stomach and reaching upward to his chest. But she was more interested in his penis.
"Why don't you kiss it, Sis."
"God, I don't know if I can do that."
"Certainly you can, Billie," I broke in. "How do you think you'll ever be able to write fiction if you haven't been with a man. This is a good opportunity for you, so I suggest you go with the experience."
She lifted his prick in her two hands, made it stand straight up as if she were determining its inch length. She moved her shoulders closer to his thighs and began to drive her tongue from its base, on up his staff to the very tip. Mark turned his body slightly toward her, as if urging her to work faster.
"Come on, Sis. Make it hard. You know you can. Put your mouth over the tip. Suck on it a little."
Now she seemed to become more interested, since it had hardened slightly. She brought it toward her face, lifted her head so she could tongue the tip. Her long, bushy hair covered her shoulders as her small tongue made delicate, tentative stabs across the top of his tip. Mark rolled over on his side to watch. She grasped her hands around his staff and gripped the flesh tight, then pumped it slightly, seeming to become enthralled with the way the penis was hardening right in her clasp, the way the outer flesh rolled so easily up and down the harder, inside portion. She pulled the tip toward her, studied the small hole in his opening, pressed her finger into it, then put her tongue on it.
Mark smiled, placing his large hand on the back of her head, urging her on. With its hardening came her own excitement, as if she was pleased that the penis could become hard under her care. She watched the look on his face as her tiny tongue slid across the tip of it, liking the way Mark closed his eyes and the look of pleasure that relaxed his features. He now looked like the man I had seen when he and I were having sex. He was no longer a little boy, the younger brother of Billie. With the hardening of his penis came his confidence.
"That feels good, Sis. Nice the way your tongue slides across my cock. Keep pumping it. That makes it feel good, too."
Billie quickened the pump of her hand and now she quickly slid her tongue around the soft smooth portion of the tip, driving her brother into more excitation. His cock was fully-erect now, standing proud through the healthy pumps she was giving it. They were both so engrossed in what was happening, it was as if they forgot my presence, forgot I was watching, and I relaxed for the first time myself, fully enjoying seeing my two Siblings get into the rhythm of sexing one another so nicely. It was the first time I had seen them get along well together for many years.
The look on Mark's face was a combination of tenderness and excitation. When Billie opened her mouth and let the inside of her lips begin to suck the tip of his cock directly into her mouth, he rolled back on the bed and began to push his cock into her deeper. She could sense his excitement and her own was triggered. She did not even bat a pretty eyelash while she was so busy sucking and his hand slipped underneath her body and began to give her cunt attention. She spread her legs, permitting him entry into her crack and the pumping of her hand increased in its intensity. She was drawing her lips over as much of his cock as possible, and I was certain the head of it must be touching the back of her throat. She became intrigued with the idea of providing his tight balls with sensation and along with the pumping of her right hand came the underneath gripping of his balls in her fingers, which lifted and lowered them while she continued her long, steady sucks.
She must have been wet between her legs, because Mark began slamming his long middle finger into her vagina, and she rotated her body so her clit was open and available to him. His finger kept sliding in and out of her vagina. I could almost imagine the feeling he was causing in Billie, and several times, I even thought I heard the slurp his wet finger caused in her wet membranes.
"Come on, Sis, not fair you do all the work," Mark said, clearly excited. "Sides, there's a lot for you to learn. Lots to learn how men and women can make one another feel good. Common, roll over, Billie."
Billie did not want to give up sucking his cock, that was obvious from the upset expression she had when he pushed her over on her back.
"You can have it back, Sis, but I want to give you some of that feeling, too," Mark said, getting on his knees. His long cock pointed toward the bedspread while he maneuvered between her legs, lifted her small buttocks in the palm of his hands, and let his face rub against her pubic hairs as he separated her quim lips with his nose, and ran it up and down her crack, much to her pleasure.
"Lick me, Mark. Lick me there. I love it when I'm licked there, when it feels so warm and sensuous. Please, Mark, do it for me."
But Mark waited, still running his nose up and down her crack, finally opening her slit with the two fingers of his right hand, which he drew back from her rear for their more important work. For a long time, holding her lips apart, he studied the pink glistening membranes of her crack.
"God, Billie," he said. "You've got a beautiful quim, your clit, everything, it's lovely."
He bent forward and began tonguing her, rapidly slipping his tongue from the very top of her cunt, circling her clitoral mound, then sliding his tongue backward until it rested against her vagina. He probed it inward a couple of times, until the fingers of her hand gripped the back of his head, and forced his face upward. He got the hint, and began running his fiat tongue into her wide-spread crack, starting at her bottom and digging all the way up to her clitoris, where he remained to push his tongue hard against it.
Billie was responding wildly, was thrashing her body back and forth on the bed, had lifted her legs into the air, had clasped the back of her legs with her hands and was rocking on the bed to the left, then to the right, a fantastic look of pleasurable sensuality spreading throughout her face. Her lip curled as she arched her pussy upward, watching her brother hold her stationary with his hands so he could lap at her cunt like a dog might. His long tongue went from her butt cheeks all the way up, then returned to her butt cheeks to start the pleasing process another time.
It gave me such a good feeling to see the sex juices of my daughter make the cheeks, the mouth, the chin of my son glisten so. How nice it was to see them getting along so yell together, to be tender and loving to one another. My only concern was that Billie, because she was so excited, might let herself have an orgasm. And that would have been too bad, because there was a lot more she could learn if she could only hold off.
But it didn't look like she was. She let her legs fall back to the bed, lifted her rear from the mattress at least four inches and with her hands again placed around the back of Mark's head, pressed his face right into her spread quim. Then, once his face was buried into her crack, she rotated her groin and I am sure, not one of her sex portions was not being grated against during the process.
Mark did not seem to mind. He got into the feeling of it, too, and began rotating his face, grinding it further into her. I doubt if he would have stopped were it not difficult for him to breath.
His hands on her abdomen made her fall back to the mattress and his shoulders butted against the back of her thighs as he moved further up on her body, as he slanted his tongue across her clitoris so rapidly it was hard to perceive his movements.
"Suck on it, Mark. Suck on my clit!" Billie squealed and, breathing deeply, closed her eyes as his mouth widened and was planted directly on her raised mound. His mouth closed onto it and I could only imagine the feelings that were coursing through her as his lips moved like a cow chewing its cud and I was certain his lips, tongue and teeth, too, were giving her clit pleasure.
He put his strong arm under her butt and lifted her entire body upward as he got to his knees. Still holding her rear in the air, not once missing a chew to her mound, his rod swaying from one thigh to the other, he slowly moved his body up the bed, straddling her head with his legs and offering her his huge cock.
While he sucked so nicely, so energetically on her clit, her mound, she opened her mouth like she was ready to receive the horn of plenty. He lowered his prick into her mouth and she glommed onto it like a baby at a bottle, holding its staff while she sucked at the tip, pumping it even while it was in her mouth. Loving and laving it with the same consideration and care he was giving to her mound.
He drew his hand around her rear and began running his fingers up and down her crack underneath the mound he was sucking on, then, finding the hole leading to her vagina, pressed two fingers into it, and began digging through her vaginal membranes until only his knuckles were apparent to me. Again, she drew her legs upward in the air, rotated her body. I could see the wide spread of her crack, etched at the outer sides with dark pubic hairs.
His other hand was busy at her breast, pinching her nipples into greater excitation, occasionally rapidly rubbing his palm across the nipple. Of the two, he was in control of the situation. Although she clung to the large staff of his cock, pumping it with her two tightly-clenched fists, he was the one who kept driving it deeper into her mouth as he bent forward over her body and then moved his rear backward.
It was difficult to remain in objective bystander seeing the heat of my son's and daughter's passion. It was catching, making me excited as well. I fully wished I was participating in the sex, was on the bed with them, was also feeling their hot breaths, their hot hands, their hot mouths, and their hot bodies with my own. The skin of my face was hot, burning, and even the rocking on the cushion did not give solace to my own aching cunt. With son and daughter taken care of by their own passion, it only seemed appropriate that I should satisfy some of my own urgings and when I finally spread my legs and drew my own hand up my pants leg until it pressed against my clit, the fast rubbing to it made me feel like I was a part of the passion.
I moved forward on the cushion of the settee, rubbing myself harder, feeling my own passion rise.
That of both my children remained at a zenith, and it became necessary for Mark to stop. He moved backward from Billie's mound, removed his finger from her vagina and raised up on his knees, watching her frantic pumps to his cock.
"Just a minute, Billie. Wait a minute. You got me too excited."
His rod throbbing, he sat back on his haunches, his fingers digging into his thighs, watching her while he took his deep breaths and shook his head several times.
"You're really too much, Sis. Hard to keep control with you sucking on it like that. It'd be a shame for me to come off. Then where would we be?"
"We're not going to stop now?" she asked, her own breaths coming as heavily as his.
"No, we're not stopping, just taking a break. Do me a favor, Billie. Turn your body around, so your feet are in my direction. Do that, Billie, will you?"
"Sexual intercourse time?" she wondered as she did as he requested.
"Sorta like that. Just want to get up you, just want to feel me inside you. But I gotta wait, first."
He watched her sit up and turn her body around as he had requested. She stretched her legs out to either side of him. He stared at the crack her pubic hairs did not hide, then moved forward on his knees, supporting his body weight on his hands while he began lowering his body to meet Billie's. She was excited enough not to get upset when his cock rubbed against her pussy.
"Rub it across your cunt, Sis. Take it by the staff, and dig the tip into you."
He watched her do it, and so did I.
"Okay, I'm going to slide my legs backward on the bed. Push the tip next to your vagina."
Billie smiled while she did as he suggested.
"Feels good there, Mark."
"Should," he answered. "Now I'm going to move it forward, so it'll go in a little bit."
"Just a little, Mark, at first."
"Yeah, at first."
"You'll stop if it hurts me, won't you, Mark?"
"Yeah, for sure. I'll take it real easy, Sis. I'll make it so it won't hurt, if I can."
"Well, okay," she said, dubiously, looking at his large prick and probably wondering how it could not hurt.
He lowered his body covering hers, but kept his weight off her with his elbows. Then he began pushing it into her, very slowly.
"It's my first time with a man, you know," Billie said uneasily.
"Yeah, but doesn't it feel good?"
"I gotta admit it does, Mark."
"Now aren't you sorry you haven't tried it before?
"Well, sorta," she admitted, raising her body up slightly so he could get into her easier. "But it still scares me, sorta."
"Well, let me know if I hurt you."
He took great care, gently pushing his prick into her, stopping each time he noticed her grimace, and waiting until the slight upward rotation of her groin indicated she could take more. Knowing Mark, knowing how excited he got when he was going up a vagina, I knew he was exerting maximum control in order that Billie's first time with a man would not frighten her.
"You gotta relax, Billie. You're tense, that's why it's hurting, that's why it's so hard for me to get up you."
"I'm trying to relax, Mark. But it hurts when you put it into me."
"Just pretend it's a dildo, Billie. Then maybe it won't seem to hurt you as much."
"I'll try, Mark."
Billie did try, that I can attest to. She leaned back on the bed, her eyes tightly shut, her teeth gritted against possible hurt as Mark pushed his prick into her. He was having difficulty getting it into her, and only the very tip of his maleness had gained headway. The rest of his large cock, looking purple and wanting, remained outside her. As if he had a better idea, he moved back again, supporting his body weight on his haunches, pulling Billie onto his thighs. With his hands clutched behind her buttocks he tried to sink his cock into her by pulling her forward on his thighs while he attempted to force his cock deeper into her. His idea failed, and his rod slipped out of her, eventually resting on her pubic hairs.
He became embarrassed and upset and pushed the hair back on his head with his hands.
"Maybe if you get on your knees, Billie. Maybe if you get on your knees and hands and let me enter you through the rear, maybe that'll do it?"
"Sounds like that'll hurt even more."
"I don't think so, Sis. Let's try it anyway."
"Maybe it just won't work, Mark. Maybe I'm just not made to have sex with guys, just with gals."
"Look," he said, becoming more exasperated by the minute. "Do as I say, just this once, Billie."
I watched Billie roll over on the bed and support herself with her hands while her tiny rump was positioned right in front of Mark. He moved forward on his knees, holding the staff of his rod, probing the tip against her quim.
"You'll have to move it so I can get in your hole, Billie. I can't do it this way. Let your head go down on the mattress, you know, cross your arms and rest your head on them, Sis. That'll make you open to me. Then I can get it in you, I think."
The difficulty they were experiencing had taken the edge off their passion, and I was becoming more upset by the moment. What had promised to be a meeting that would bring brother and sister together, once and for all, had developed a snag. My own excitement lessened as my mind raced rapidly, searching for a solution to their problem. Billie was resting her head on her arms, and that position made her cunt more available to Mark, but my handsome son seemed confused, and was not moving into her forcefully, as he should have done. All that was necessary was for him to give her vagina one of his strong rams with his cock, which would drive his spear past Billie's crucial zone, but he was barely jabbing at her, and with each minor thrust, he waited, as if he was afraid even that little movement was going to be too much for her.
He was no longer acting with confidence and his timidity was affecting Billie adversely.
"It's just not going to work, Mark. I know it won't. I just can't do it with a man." She turned her head in my direction, upset. "I'm sorry, Mom, I tried to do it, you saw me try. I just can't."
"Well, if you're not interested, neither am I," Mark said, sliding off the bed and staring at his rod which was rapidly losing its erection. "No way it'll stay hard if the woman isn't willing."
I wasn't going to let the evening I had planned go to waste. It was highly important to me that my children have intercourse with one another. It was not merely that I would enjoy watching them have their sexual pleasure. The reasons were far more complex. I was in a highly tenable position, owing to the fact I had had something to do sexually with each of them. If either of them got angry at me, they could use that fact as a hammer to hold over my head to get me to do what they wanted me to. I did not like being in a position of being open to blackmail by my own children. I did not like the worry about what would happen when Justin joined us to celebrate the Christmas holiday, It was crucial, to my own sense of well-being, that my two children no longer be at odds with one another. If Justin perceived even the slightest bit of discord in the family, he could use that against me, and I could end up a very great loser, not only in the divorce settlement of financial matters, but also in the possible loss of custody of my own children. Without them, I would be totally lost. Many times, while I lay in my bed at night asking myself why I had permitted such things to happen with my children, why I had let my own sexual desires lead me to their beds, I had wondered if I would be punished in some way for my indiscretions. The only solution to the problem that I could conceive of was winning both of them over so totally, that they felt more beholden to me than to Justin.
And I was not going to let the fears of my lesbian daughter ruin my plans.