Chapter 3

When he went to his Aunt Helen's, it was apparent to him, she was giving him the cold shoulder too.

"Yes," she said coolly, as she answered the door.

"I want to talk to you-"

"About what, Jeff?" she asked curtly.

"Do you mind if I come inside?" he asked crisply, "I don't want everybody in town to hear about it."

"Alright," she agreed, and then opening the door slowly, she let him into her house.

"Mind if I sit down?"

"No, of course not," she replied, "What's on your mind?"

"A lot," he said grimly, "Jan and I are getting out of here. We want you to sell the place for us. And, you're welcome to any of Mom's things you want."

Now, Aunt Helen's face brightened a bit.

"That's nice of you to think of me," she smiled, but still he detected she despised him.

"Well, we want to shake the dust off our shoes from this town. We'd only get the cold shoulder after what happened."

"People will talk," Aunt Helen observed, "It's too bad, and I'm sorry. But there's nothing I can do about it now, you know, that, don't you, Jeff?"

"All too well," Jeff said tensely. "This may shock the hell out of you, but Mom and I were in love."

"I wish you wouldn't bring the memories back to haunt me," she insisted. "Let the past bury itself-please!"

"Alright," he said tensely, "but dammit-I can't help it if I get turned-on-can I?"

"I think you can," she said tightly. "Everyone has to learn some kind of control."

"How do you control love?"

"How do you define love?" she turned on him.

"I can see we don't have much in common to talk about," he told her flatly. "I might as well cut out."

"Before you do-why don't you give me at least something in writing so I can begin selling off the house, and depositing what I get from it in an account for you."

"Alright," he told her, and hastily scrawled out a note. "I guess that should do it."

Aunt Helen glanced at the note, and biting her lip said, "Good luck to you and your sister!"

"Thanks," he said, shrugging and turning, walked away from her, and out of her life. When he got back to the house, Jan was waiting for him.

"Did you get the money? Did you talk to Aunt Helen about us leaving?"

"Relax," he said seriously, "I got the money, and I've authorized Aunt Helen to sell the house and whatever money there is in it for us, she is supposed to deposit in an account with our name on it. I hope it works out."

"Everything goes," Jan smiled, "You know, darling, I hate to live one more night in this place."

"So do I," Jeff said softly, "But we don't have reservations."

"Do we need them?"

"I'm afraid we do," Jeff said, "but we can always check. It wouldn't hurt anything-would it?"

"No, it wouldn't," Jan said, going to the phone. To both of them it was a happy surprise that they could make a late night flight if they wanted to leave then.

"That's okay with me," Jeff said, smiling enthusiastically. "Anything, just to scram out of here-I'm sick of it around here."

"Good, we'll leave-eleven p.m. Fine! We'll pay for our tickets then. We have cash."

Hanging up the phone, she was so happy, she danced about the room. "Oh, isn't that wonderful! We can go. Oh, I'm so happy."

"So am I," Jeff said.

They went out for dinner, went home and finished packing, and at nine-thirty took the airport bus to the air terminal. And then, they hopped on the plane, and took off. They both were so exhausted from all the work they'd gone through to get ready to go that they slept most of the way to the big town. But, when the pilot announced, "We are now landing in New York City, the time is four o'clock in the morning, and the temperature is sixty-five degrees," they glanced out the window to see the gaudy panorama of lights spread out below. The city looked beautiful to them both and they couldn't wait to get off the plane and see it for themselves.

It didn't take long after the plane had landed for them to walk out of John F. Kennedy Airport, and take a bus downtown to the Mid-Town Terminal. As they rode past the skyscrapers in the early morning hours, Jan smiled at her brother, "I think I'm going to like it here."

"I know I will," Jeff smiled, "Let's go down to the Village after we park our stuff in a locker."

"I'd love that," Jan nodded. And so, when they'd safely put their things in a locker, they stumbled down the streets of New York in the early dawn, marveling at the towering skyscrapers on all sides, enjoying the never-ending rows of buildings. Finally, they came to Greenwich Village, and Washington Square

Arch.

"Oh, it's beautiful here," Jan exclaimed, "This is where we must live."

"I like it too," Jeff. assured her, as they walked through the Washington Square Arch, and over toward the Village.

"These apartments are old, but they're all so colorful, and so interesting," she smiled, "I love it here!"

Finally, they found one brownstone which had been fixed up with paint, and shutters, and Jan said, "This is where I'd love to live."

"Maybe we can-when we find out how much they charge. First, let's have some breakfast-do you see anyplace?"

"Why not over there at that quaint little coffee house?" Jan suggested.

And so the two of them went over to the coffee house and ordered breakfast. It didn't take long to get served and they both had to marvel at how fast the waitresses in New York City were.

"We try to get you in and out," the skinny waitress chuckled. "You kids new here, I guess."

"Yes, we just got in this morning," Jan smiled. "And I think I'm going to like it here."

"No, you won't-but you'll probably stay," the waitress laughed, wiping off the counter. "I came here myself back when I was a young girl. I was going to be an actress!"

"Did you ever make it?"

"For a while I did," she said, looking off as if remembering something very painful, "and then-it ended just as suddenly as it all began, and I've never been back on Broadway."

"Do you still act?" Jeff asked, interested, "I'd like to come and see you perform if you do."

"I belong to the Park Players," she smiled, "A group that meets once a week over near Washington Square, and now and then I get a bit or a walk-on, but who wants you when you lose your looks?"

"You still look nice," Jan smiled comfortingly.

"No, I don't," she laughed, "All this crappy work makes a wreck out of you. I know it better than anybody, but what are you going to do when you have to keep on, keeping on?"

"What's your name?" Jan smiled, "I'd like to have you as my first friend I met in New York City."

"Hey, Terry-get down here," the boss called out, noticing how long she'd been standing there talking to the kids.

"See, they like me here. My name is Terry, honey. Take it easy, baby-and drop by and see me when you're in the neighborhood."

They went out of the place, and as they walked along the strange streets of the Village when the sun began bathing them with a warm, summery glow, Jeff said, "I guess this city is really a wonderful place to live."

"I love it," Jan nodded.

After spending a few hours looking for a place, they decided on one apartment, and when the landlady asked if they were married, Jeff said yes.

Later, Jan asked her brother, "Do you think we did the right thing by telling the landlady we're married?"

"I think it was the best thing to do. Then if people see us together and wonder why we're living together they'll never catch on."

"You mean that we're brother and sister-and in love!"

"Right," he replied, and when they'd finished arranging things in the apartment, he said, "Honey, I'm horny!"

Jan pretended not to care about his comment, but he wasn't going to let her get by that easily. He simply unzipped his pants and sat down on the sofa, parting his legs conveniently so she could see him easily.

"Crawl to me, baby-and I'll give you eight and a half inches of the best dick you ever sucked on."

"And why should I crawl?" Jan laughed.

"So I can watch you," he said evenly.

Without saying another word, Jan showed how much she cared for him, and began the long crawl across the room. When she got to the sofa, and his parted legs, she reached up.

"Feed me, brother-feed me!" :

At this point, he patted his thigh, and said, "Up here, come on up here, cocksucker. Got something for you-nice and juicy."

As if hypnotized, she looked at the throbbing penis. And then he pushed it to her lips. Opening her mouth, she slowly let her brother slip it inside her.

Her hot tongue lashed the meaty head, and she slowly sucked on it, building up a steady, rhythmic pace. Jeff threw his head slowly from side to side, as the passionate pleasure of her sucking excited him.

"Eat me, sister, eat my prick," he begged her. "Ohhh, ahhh yes, yes, suck my dick! Ahhh, ohhhh, eat it, eat it up," he panted as he pushed it to her.

The hot sperm shot down her throat, and she felt his hands pressing down on her head. She loved the feel of his finger-tips as she pushed harder, and harder.

"Oh, wow-suck that juicy prick! Suck it, sis, suck it for me!"

Why his own sister could produce such fantastic sensations in his body was something he couldn't figure out. But, he had to admit it because it was true. She had a way of doing him like no other dame had ever done him. And he enjoyed it.

"Let me slide it all the way down-there's more baby, more where that came from!"

When only his weighty testicles remained outside her lips, he knew he'd gotten it as far down there as he could.

"Ahhhhh, baby, I'm making it again," he groaned in delight, as he felt the juices surfacing in his penis once more. She sucked diligently, giving him the supersuck, she alone could give him-because she adored him, both as brother and lover.

Watching her cheeks pull in, seeing her eyes closed in her sexual ecstasy, all added to the magnificent moment he was enjoying now.

"Ahhhhh, ohhhhh, baby-stop sucking-stop sucking," he laughed. "That's enough, baby-that's enough!"

Past a certain point, the pleasure ceased, and the continued sucking on the end of his throbbing male member became unpleasurable.

Reluctantly, she let the penis slip out of her mouth and patted her brother's thigh.

"What do you like about eating head?" he smiled at her.

"I don't know," she shrugged, feeling this was a very strange question for him to be asking her.

"I'm curious," he said, "I'm not trying to be ridiculous or anything-I'm just curious to know what you dig about me!"

"Well," she said, "I guess it's because it's being connected to you-I guess it's the intimacy. The knowledge nobody can ever get more intimate with you-that's what turns me on."

"Makes sense," he smiled, "Sure, it makes sense, sis! I-I really dig you in a big way."

"Well, our bodies were meant to enjoy. I don't see anything dirty about any part of your body, brother. I really don't."

"How about my ass-hole?" he smiled.

"How about it?" she smiled, "I'm always ready to suck it. Sure, I think it's important to shower, and keep clean and everything like that-don't get me wrong. But, honest, I must admit I enjoy letting my tongue slide up your sweet ass-hole, and it's fun."

"Every brother should have a sister like you," he nodded, "you're so full of life. You vibrate sex!"

"Do I?" Jan asked, proud of the compliments her brother was paying her.

"Yes, you do-when I was just a little kid and used to bump into you-I'd get turned on. Just the feel of this big bosoms was enough to give me a hard-on."

"Beautiful," she smiled. "And you know what?"

"What?"

"When I was just a little girl and I'd see you standing naked in the shower with that thing between your legs, I wanted to play with it."

"You never mentioned it to me then!"

"I didn't dare," she said, "Little girls who want to have something to do with their own brothers aren't thought very much of. So, I hid my feelings toward you until-"

"Until I was old enough to ask you for a fuck," he chuckled. "You know we must be the most abnormal family in the whole damned country."

"No, we're not," Jan insisted, "Zowie, Jeff-don't talk like that. You'll give me an inferiority complex or something."

"Sorry, sister, I'd rather give you a fuck, than a complex any day."

Rising, and walking toward the bedroom, Jan called after him, "Why don't we christen the new bed?"

"Why not?" he grinned, getting to his feet, his penis still rigid, and sticking straight out.

Reaching down, she grasped it, and pulled him by his penis toward the bedroom.