Chapter 15
Nana had no intention of waiting around for her brother's cock. She wanted a good fucking from Bert, and she intended getting it. What her mother had done with her had merely started the passionate juices flowing all the more heavily.
Thursday afternoon was Sarita's shopping afternoon. She would be out of the house until five. But her brother wouldn't know that because until recently, the beginning of the week, Bert had been hanging around with Bob Wade and other guys after school. Nana, who occasionally helped her mother, knew her mother's routine by heart.
This was a light-shopping week. Her mother wouldn't need Nana's help, but Nana, instead of going to her friend Ellen's house, came right home and took a quick shower. Then she put on an old bathrobe, but nothing else, tying it very loosely. She sat at the head of the stairs and waited. Sure enough, her brother was home before three-thirty.
"What are you doing here?" he asked, seeing his sister, feeling disappointed, since he was looking forward to another grooving session with their mother.
"I live here," Nana shrugged. "What'cha think I'm doing here?"
"You're positively indecent in that robe," he insisted, noting he was able to see her full breasts almost hanging out. "Go and get dressed."
"Why?" she asked, "so I can leave and you can be alone with mom when the time comes?"
"What?"
"Come off it, Bert," Nana snapped. I know all about you making it with mother. In fact, I used that new Polaroid Instant Movie camera last night to take some interesting pictures."
"You what?" Bert gasped, charging halfway up the stairs as if about to hit his sister.
"You heard me," Nana snapped. "I know all about that reel of film in your room. What's more, you're a really horny son of a bitch, and I just might tell daddy what you've been doing with mother."
She began descending the steps, feeling her heart beating rapidly as she hugged the banister in the hope he would move against the wall. Bert did back against the wall, and she passed him by as she went down to the living room, ostensibly to get a small bottle of nail polish she had left there. Then she turned around and began climbing the steps again. Bert, looking down, was able to see her breasts even more distinctly now, and his heart was beating even more quickly. God! He'd never realized it before, but now that he had fucked his mother, his kid sister was some hot piece, too. Shit! She was going to tell the old man. Well, there might be one way to stop her. Hell! If he fucked her too, then if she tried to tell their father, then he would claim that it was Nana, not their mother, with whom he had slept, and that was because Nana had cock-teased him into doing it. Whether or not his father would believe such a story was something else again, but it was sure better than letting Nana shoot off her mouth about what was taking place between mom and himself and thus getting the both of them into trouble. Hell! His old man had been good to them all their lives. There was no reason to get him all worked up.
What Bert didn't know was, his sister was indeed teasing him with the sight of her breasts at the moment. But she was teasing him because she wanted him to fuck her, and noting the way his penis was already jutting against his pants, she made her move.