Chapter 1

"What if Uncle Rom should show up while we're there?" MaryAnn Crandale asked, anticipating her sister's response; and, therefore, feeling embarrassed for even having asked the question.

"So what if he does?" Karla replied, sounding not in the least bit worried by that eventuality. MaryAnn wished she could be so calm, so cool, so ... so ... sophisticated. "As a matter-of-fact, I'd consider it a great piece of luck if he did show up. I assure you, he is anything from the monster our dear parents have insinuated all of these years."

"But he and Aunt Matty did...." MaryAnn began and then stopped. She knew her sister could have cared less if Uncle Rom and his own sister had once been caught in bed together.

"Did what?" Karla asked, seeing the freeway sign that indicated their turn-off, and angling the car into the proper lane.

"You know?" Mary Ann replied cryptically.

"Yea, J know," Karla replied facetiously. "But do you know."

"Of course I do," Mary Ann protested. As much as her older sister could make her seem like a little child, Mary Ann refused to believe she was one. "I was there when mother told you the facts, wasn't I?"

"Then if you know, come right on out and say it, for Christ's sake!" Karla said, with more than a small degree of disgust. "Jesus, they're just words."

Mary Ann didn't answer. She turned her head to the window, watching as the car left the freeway and took one big loop of a giant cement cloverleaf. Suddenly, there were large pine trees close to the sides of the road.

Karla kept quiet, too: at least until she had brought the car to a complete stop and turned left onto a narrow two-lane highway that disappeared up ahead into a seeming meeting of forest trees.

"Well?" Karla said finally. "I want to hear you say it."

Mary Ann didn't answer, feeling that she had obviously made one big mistake coming off on this short holiday with her sister. There was just no way that it was going to work out. Karla was just too mature, more a woman at twenty than a girl. But then, Karla had been more of a woman at eighteen than Mary Ann would probably ever be.

"Come on, MaryAnn," Karla prodded. "For Jesus' sake, it's just words. They're not going to bite you."

"I wish you wouldn't swear so much," MaryAnn said, hoping to change the subject. "It really isn't lady-like."

"Oh, it isn't, is it?" Karla said with an amused little laugh. She was quite willing to digress-if only temporarily. "Well if it isn't, I'm afraid the world is going to have a shortage of ladies over the next few years. Because every girl I know at Bandolhaven is swearing like a trooper before her first year is out."

Bandolhaven was the private girls' college Karla was enrolled in. It had a good academic record, but it was known for being a bit avant-garde in other areas. Karla's mother had been anything but pleased with her daughter's choice. But, Karla had merely set down one of her famous ultimatums: Bandolhaven or nowhere. And, as usual, Karla had gotten her way. MaryAnn often suspected that her mother had long ago decided that, somewhere along the line, Karla had gone "bad," and Janet Crandale had gone to explicit pains to make sure MaryAnn didn't follow in Karla's footsteps.

"So," Karla said with a disgusted sigh, "I'll say it for you. Uncle Rom was caught with his cock stuffed up his sister's cunt."

"Ohhhhhhh, Karla!" MaryAnn moaned, putting both of her hands to her ears as if to keep out all sound.

"Must you always be so crude?"

"MaryAnn, you are really too much!" Karla said. By the way she had said it, her descriptive phrase of her sister could be considered anything but a compliment.

/ shouldn't have come, I shouldn't have come, I shouldn't have come, Mary Ann chanted over and over to herself. She should have known that Karla would end up making it a chore rather than a pleasure. Mary Ann had consented only because she was sure it would be easy to get off by herself, somewhere on the beach. And, the idea of spending some private moments alone by the sea had appealed tremendously to her.

But here they were, not within a hundred miles of any sea. They were in the mountains, heading not for the family beach house, but for a mountain cabin. Her Uncle Rom's cabin at that. Both of their parents would have dropped dead had they only known.

"MaryAnn, you're going to have to come out of your shell if you want to start being popular at school. Hell, I'm your sister, and even I think you're a bit of a drag."

And Mary Ann thought for sure she was going to cry. Did Karla sense that? If she did or didn't, she still moved quickly to soothe Mary Ann's feelings.

"Listen, honey, you're a really attractive young kid. I mean, you're twice as pretty as I was at your age. But look at you. Your clothes are so baggy no boy would even know that you've got a pair of king-size breasts hidden in there somewhere."

MaryAnn blushed. She couldn't help it. Compliments always made her blush. Mention of something as personal as her breasts made her blush even more.

"MaryAnn, why don't you let me call Tony and have him bring Bill along? You'd really like Bill. I promise."

"No, Karla!" MaryAnn said quickly. "No ... no ... really ... no."

"You wouldn't have to go to bed with him, silly," Karla said, knowing where her sister's mind was focusing. Actually, Karla could think of nothing her sister needed more than a big male cock shoved to its cum-bulged balls up her virgin pussy. "Bill isn't that kind of guy. If you don't want to fuck, he won't press it. If you do, he can give you one hell of a good time. I mean, he's a perfect partner for a few days in the woods."

"No, Karla, no," MaryAnn replied, shaking her head firmly from side to side to emphasize her negative response. "I'll be fine. Really I will."

"Oh, yea?" Karla asked dubiously. "I'm not too sure about that. When I was your age, I would have done anything to have an older sister around to offer me up someone like Bill on a silver platter."

There was a lot MaryAnn might have said in reply. Like how she and Karla were not alike, had probably never been alike. But, MaryAnn didn't say anything. She just leaned back in her seat, shut her eyes, and tried to tell herself that everything was going to be just fine. After all, it was only going to be two weeks. What catastrophe could happen in only fourteen days?

Karla, though, wasn't quite ready to let the subject drop.

"You do like boys, don't you, MaryAnn?" Karla asked. She turned in time to see her sister's eyes come popping open.

"What do you mean by that?" MaryAnn asked, her face red with embarrassment and anger. "Just what nasty kind of thing are you insinuating?"

"Easy, sis, easy," Karla soothed. "Actually, I wasn't insinuating any sort of nasty thing. I've got two really good friends at school who are Lesbians."

"Oooooooo!" MaryAnn moaned, going stiff against her seat. Her eyes went shut, her head pressed hard into the headrest.

"Even I've gone to bed with a few girls in my time," Karla said, thinking to make things better but only make them worse.

"I ... don't ... want ... to ... hear!" MaryAnn said loudly, attempting to cut off Karla before her sister could say anymore. "Just shut up ... pleeeeeeeeeez!"

Karla shook her head in utter disbelief and obliged her sister by giving MaryAnn a good five minutes of silence. Along the side of the road, the woods were now growing thicker.

"So, I'm sorry," Karla said finally. "But, I thought I'd just better check. I was only thinking that you and Suzie might hit it off. Suzie just had a big blow with Carolyne and is feeling a bit low. I figured a week or so in the woods might have done her a little good."

MaryAnn shuddered. She wasn't going to make it, was she? She ... simply ... wasn't ... going ... to ... make ... it! Whatever had made her ever think that she could?

"It's just that I worry about you, sis," Karla said, continuing on, seemingly mindless to the fact that MaryAnn was finding the conversation unbearable. "Mother and dad have this way of smothering a girl. You know? Now, I noticed that early in my life, and I ended up fighting against it. I succeeded pretty well, too. I guess I figured you would be able to handle them, too. Then, one day, I took a good look and realized you just weren't as strong as I had been. I'm not talking about a physical thing, mind you. I mean that strongness inside of a person that makes them want to get the best of those adults who are forever hovering around and thinking they're doing what's best for their children-when they usually aren't."

"KARLA, PLEASE!" MaryAnn voiced loudly.

"Take it easy, take it easy," Karla consoled, wishing she hadn't been wrapped up in her own good times for so many years to the obvious neglect of her younger sister's education. "There is no reason at all for you to get upset."

"No reason? No reason?" MaryAnn asked, her eyelids rolling open, her head turning to nail her sister to the car seat with an accusatory glare. "I think we're heading to the beach, mom and dad think we're heading for the beach; and, you inform me enroute that we're rescheduled for someplace in the mountains. Not just anywhere in the mountains, mind you, but to our uncle's cabin. Not just to any uncle's cabin, mind you, but to the one cabin owned by the one uncle our parents haven't been talking to for years."

"Yes, and isn't that damned ridiculous of our parents?" Karla interjected.

"He went to bed with his own sister, Karla!" MaryAnn said, feeling more uncomfortable when she realized she had been forced to come to the defense of her parents. It was a role she didn't particularly relish; since, on many counts, MaryAnn did feel that her mother and father were possibly a little behind the times. However, in this particular instance....

"So, he fucked his sister? What's the big deal?" Karla asked, pushing down on the gas pedal so that the car began taking the small rolls in the highway like a car on a roller coaster. "Who was hurt? Certainly not Aunt Matty. She's still talking to Rom. As a matter-of-fact, she thinks the whole family reaction was fucking silly. It wasn't as if he had raped her."

"Karla, I simply don't believe I am sitting here listening to my own sister! It wasn't as if the two of them were just ordinary kids. They were brother and sister, for Christ's sake."

"I really wish you wouldn't swear so much, dear," Karla smiled with a good deal of sarcastic satisfaction.

"It really is so ... so unlady-like."

MaryAnn's face only got redder. She felt so immature, so helpless, so vulnerable whenever she was with her older sister.

"This isn't going to work, Karla," MaryAnn said, struggling to control those emotions writhing inside of her which were once again bringing her very close to tears. "I think you had better drive me somewhere where I can either get a ride to the beach place or back home."

"Look, if I've upset you, I'm sorry," Karla said, deciding to be conciliatory. Having MaryAnn back out on her now would screw things up royally. "You're going to have a marvelous time. Really you are. Rom said there was plenty of paths, a swimming hole, everything. If you want to get away from Tony and me, you'll have no problem."

"And vice-versa?" MaryAnn asked, well aware that her presence was adding a cover of respectability to this little rendezvous her sister had arranged with her present boyfriend. While Karla was twenty and, thus, supposedly the master of her own decisions, she labored under the decided disadvantage of having her parents still footing all of her bills. Until Karla graduated and got a job on her own, she still had to be careful not to too thoroughly disturb her parents' middle-class sensibilities.

"Any time you want to join in the fun between Tony and me, come right along," Karla said, biting her tongue the minute she spoke. It was hardly the time to even suggest that either Tony or Karla would have accepted MaryAnn joining in for a little three-way. The incestuous implications had been enough to drain all of the color from MaryAnn's previously flushed face.

"Karla...." MaryAnn began, stopping when she heard the breathless squeak of her own vioce.

"I was only kidding, MaryAnn," Karla said, attempting to patch over her faux pas. "Can't you even take a joke?"

"How can you even joke about something like that?" MaryAnn managed finally.

"Honey, you take everything way too seriously," Karla said. "Really, you do. If you don't start loosening up, you're soon going to find yourself down in bed with a nasty case of ulcers. Honestly, MaryAnn, a pretty young thing like you shouldn't mope around acting as if you're close to ninety."

"Just quit trying to judge me by yourself at eighteen!" MaryAnn retorted. "We are not the same person! Okay?"

"Look, let's don't fight, huh?" Karla suggested, genuinely wanting to make peace-and not just because peace would assure her a couple weeks of fucking and sucking with Tony Quantos. Karla really was fond of MaryAnn, whether MaryAnn could believe that or not. MaryAnn, after all, was the only sister Karla had. "Let's try to get off on the right foot, shall we? I mean, I know you're probably a little upset about the seashore, but let's face the facts. You kept coming on about how you were looking forward to getting away, with a bit of privacy from the folks. So, I just figured you could get a hell of a lot more privacy up in the mountains with only Tony and me than you could ever get on some resort beach that was crammed to its gills with a million other people out looking for privacy."

"But, why Uncle Rom's cabin?" MaryAnn asked. So far, she could possibly follow Karla's arguments. MaryAnn, after all, did know Tony Quantos. She even liked him. What he and Karla did together was really none of MaryAnn's business. And, it certainly wasn't any big secret, in that MaryAnn had known Karla had been less than a virgin for years. It was just the fact that Karla had arranged for them to stay at Rom's cabin. Roman Crandale, her father's younger brother, had been a pariah in the family for years. MaryAnn had been frankly shocked to her nerve ends to find that her sister had not only seen the mysterious Uncle Rom, but she had had dinner with him on several different occasions: one of those dinners having included the equally infamous Aunt Matty.

"He's absolutely charming," Karla had reported. "And, he's scads more handsome than father, if I do say so."

MaryAnn shut her eyes and tried to control another shudder that was caused from something besides the frequent potholes in the road beneath the car. She would have thought, what with all the shivering she had been doing lately, that it was winter instead of the dead of summer.

"It's not as if Rom is going to be there," Karla said, attempting to placate her sister even further. "He said himself that he's only been there twice in the last five years. The odds against his showing up there are pretty damn slim, if you ask me."

"Slim or not, you don't know for certain that he won't be dropping in, do you?"

And, Karla had to admit that, no, she really didn't know anything for certain. She had tried to get in touch with Rom, but she hadn't been successful. Rom had this knack for dropping in and out of sight unannounced-at least Karla had found that to be true since she had run into him quite by accident at the Dance Disco that one evening. She had spent a good deal of that particular evening with him, had even contemplated getting him to take her home to bed, when somehow (Karla still couldn't remember just how), it had suddenly come out that they were related.

"My God, not little Karla?" Rom had exclaimed to the startled girl. "My God, I haven't seen you since you were about this high." And his hand had made a few chopping motions at about right knee-level. And, Karla had somehow found her gaze drifting up from his knee to focus in on the almost obscene bulge in his pants at her uncle's crotch.

Karla had wondered ever since if she should have been relieved or disappointed at having discovered that blood relationship before the two of them had gotten into bed. Incest, as far as Karla was concerned, didn't seem quite as abhorrent as it might once have (had it ever seemed all that abhorrent?), especially once she had seen how attractive Rom was. And, since she hadn't seen her uncle in years, Rom certainly hadn't seemed like an uncle.

What, Karla wondered, did Uncle Rom look like naked, stripped of all his clothes?

Karla's thoughts weren't the only ones on her uncle. MaryAnn, behind closed eyes, was thinking of Rom, too. And, it wasn't the first time MaryAnn had had obscene thoughts about her uncle. Which was strange, in a way; because, MaryAnn could remember virtually nothing about Rom. She didn't even know what he looked like. Her fantasies, therefore, contained only vague phantoms on a large bed. But even though MaryAnn could never distinctly see the forms she often conjured sometimes in dreams, sometimes in daydreams, she still was able to identify them as Uncle Rom and his sister.

Ever since MaryAnn had learned that her uncle and aunt had been caught fucking together in bed, she had been somehow mysteriously fascinated by the idea. And, she had known of it long before Karla had come right out and asked, forcing their mother into giving an embarrassed admission. Actually, MaryAnn had heard her mother and father talking about it when MaryAnn was somewhere around six. At the time, MaryAnn really hadn't even know what incest was all about. When she was ten, she looked the word up in one of the books in the school library.

MaryAnn wondered how-HOW-it could ever happen that a brother and sister would go to bed together. Maybe she could have understood it better if she'd had a brother of her own. However, she'd only had an older sister.

And, as easily as Karla seemed to accept the idea of her uncle and aunt's incest, would Karla have had any qualms whatsoever about going to bed with her own brother-if she'd had one?

Another shiver sped through MaryAnn's body, counteracting the heat that now bathed her face as it came in magnified through the car window. The readway was actually the only place the sunlight was able to reach as far as ground level. To either side of the road, the warmth got caught in the upper reaches of the trees. Down beneath the branches, the earth was bathed in shade.

Karla slowed down the car as she neared a junction. She didn't want to tell MaryAnn, but Karla wasn't even sure she could find the cabin. It had been mentioned only once in a passing conversation. Frankly, both Rom and Karla had been a bit potted at the time.

"Any time you want to use it, go ahead," Rom had said. "I hardly ever make it up there any more; but, a key is always attached by a magnet to the back of the drainpipe that runs down to the left of the porch.

Somewhere else during the course of that evening, Karla had somehow gotten the gist of the directions. Had she fully realized the advantages of having the cabin available at the time Rom had told her about it, Karla would have paid far more attention than she had.

Karla slowed the car even further, checking out the signs. Had Rom said to go straight ahead at this junction, or turn right?

"Something wrong?" MaryAnn asked, opening her eyes, noticing that besides the sign, the road, and the car, there was no other sign of life in sight.

"Just checking to make sure I wasn't making any wrong turns," Karla said, deciding that it was straight here and then right at the next junction.

"Let's not get lost, huh?" MaryAnn said, shutting her eyes again and wondering if she could possibly catch a nap. Sleeping in cars had never been one of her fortes.

"Lost?" Karla said, punctuating with a laugh that portrayed far more confidence than she was really feeling. "Just stick with me. Your sister here knows where she's going."

MaryAnn thought that particular statement was possibly up for debate. Oh, Karla might have known where the cabin was; but, MaryAnn was thinking of something far removed from just what lie at the end of this stretch of highway.

MaryAnn couldn't help thinking that all of this was a mistake. She didn't like having been tricked into being a part of the deception. And, she had been tricked. And, her parents would have really been fit to be tied if they learned they had been tricked, too.

Bob and Janet Crandale were off in Hawaii. Bob had been sent by his company to close out a business deal; and, Bob had decided it might be fun to finally get that extra honeymoon he and his wife had been talking about for ages.

Janet had been more than a little reluctant about leaving MaryAnn and Karla alone, Karla having been home for summer break. Karla had suggested the beach house. Sandwiched as it was between the puritanical Wilsons and the ready-for-death and nosey Mailers, it seemed hardly likely the girls could go astray if they stayed there.

But, Karla had only been mouthing her willingness to put herself under the close neighborly scrutiny of the Wilsons and the Mailers. She'd had no intentions whatsoever of going to the beach.

MaryAnn scrunched down further into her seat, finding comfort in the increasing warmth. Somehow she thought everything would turn out all right if she could just doze for a moment. Maybe she hoped she was asleep now and would soon awaken to find it was all a bad dream. She would have welcomed that.

MaryAnn, though, was anything but relieved when she finally did doze. Because, her mind went drifting immediately off into the void, settling down finally in a very large room with a very large bed. And on that bed, groaning and moaning, writhing like snakes, their bodies glossy with sweat, was MaryAnn's uncle fucking his own sister.

Both dream forms were blurred; although, Rom was a bit clearer than usual, probably because Karla had so recently come up with a description: black hair, black eyes, sensuous lips, cleft chin, fantastic body.

Obscene! It was obscene! It was filthy! It was wicked! It was perverted!

SO, WHY WAS MARYANN SO OFTEN BROUGHT TO THIS PARTICULAR DREAM PLACE-TO WITNESS THIS PARTICULAR ABOMINATION? Undoubtedly a psychiatrist would tell her that it was merely the result of harmless unsatisfied needs inside of her, finding a way to the surface. MaryAnn was, after all, a young girl. Eighteen. Still a virgin.

MaryAnn watched the dream unfold, wishing that it would clear further so she could see the mated forms more distinctly. The way it was, all she could see at best was the fucking muted through layers and layers ox gauze. But even without seeing clearly, she knew what was happening.

Uncle Rom's huge, hard cock was plowing to climax up his own sister's juicy and cock-gobbling cunt!