Chapter 2

"I just don't like her, that's why." Tiffany's words exploded across the breakfast table and she noticed a look of displeasure cross her father's face. Axel stared at her.

"Look, little sister." He only used that term when he was riled. "Sally's not only a goddamn good singer, but she's my chick. So you lay off, you hear."

Eliot managed a smile and took another sip of coffee.

"Tiffany, there's no sense pursuing the matter," he said decisively. "Sally's a member of the group. We don't need another singer."

"Especially not you," snapped Axel cuttingly. "You can't even sing."

"I can, too."

Eliot raised his hand. "Your sister may not sing as well as Sally," he remonstrated. "But sing she can. Certainly as good as half the chicks around today."

"Huh. That's what you think." Axel glared at his father, then turned his attention back to his food.

"I don't want to hear anything more about it," said Eliot with finality, "Sally's with the group, and it's Axel's group. He gets the singer he wants." He smiled at Tiffany. "Besides, you don't have the experience. Maybe in a few years, perhaps."

"Experience has nothing to do with it," Tiffany continued, her voice rising. "Everyone's got to start somewhere."

"Very well. You start with a voice coach," said Eliot. "And when you can deliver, maybe then I'll consider it. But not before. Okay?"

Tiffany sniffed and began eating her grapefruit.

"I really didn't know you were interested in joining the group," said Eliot after a pause, "I mean, when did this all start?"

"I've always wanted to," Tiffany said quietly. "I may not have talked about it, but I've always thought of it. You've been so tied up with Axel, you've probably not even thought about me."

"Tiffany!" Eliot's voice resounded off the wall. "I think about you every day. What's this nonsense?"

"I mean, about singing with the group," Tiffany said hastily. "Axel's the big star, so I guess it's understandable."

"Your brother is anything but a star, though we hope he will be," said her father. "But he's got talent and he's not afraid to work, and that's where it's at-work, work, and more work. Not so, Axel?" He smiled over at his son.

"Yeah. And Sally works, too. That's why she's so good."

Tiffany sneered. "If she weren't your chick, she wouldn't have got to first base."

"That's not so. She was singing with other groups long before she joined us. Before we started going together, too."

"All right, all right." Eliot pushed his chair back with a sigh of impatience. "I do wish you children would get along better."

"I'm not a child," she snapped. "And neither is Axel."

"Well, stop behaving like one, then."

Eliot walked out of the dining room, shaking his head sadly. Tiffany looked over at Axel; slowly their faces relaxed and -they grinned at each other.

"Don't make him mad, Tiff," said Axel, taking out a cigarette and lighting it with careless grace. "He's got a lot on his mind."

Tiffany giggled. "Oh, I know he's got a lot on his mind," she said softly. "But she's not here anymore, thank God."

Axel stared at his sister and his eyes narrowed.

"You really hate her, don't you?"

"Of course I do." She looked toward the door, and, making sure her father was out of earshot, she continued, her voice dropping. "I heard them in their room, Axel. They were fucking."

Axel broke into a short laugh. "So what? They're married."

"Yes, but it was awful."

"You're crazy. It's great. Wail till you start." He grinned. "Or perhaps you've already balled."

She flushed. "You know I haven't." She smiled eagerly. "But I sure want to start. I really want to, Axel. Remember how you said once you'd show me how?"

"Knock it off," he snapped, suddenly appalled at her suggestion. "Get yourself a boy friend."

"I'd rather have you, Axel. Come on, I won't be scared if it's with you. And I know you like to. Come on, Axel, please."

"You're a horny little one," he said humorously, reaching over and squeezing her arm, "I've got all I can handle with Sally."

"That doesn't make any difference. You could still show me, then I'll know what to do when I do get a boy friend."

"You're too much." He rose. "Come on, we've got a rehearsal. You coming?"

"Sure I'm coming," said Tiffany. "Maybe I'll ask your drummer to come home tonight," she added, pouting.

Axel laughed. "He wouldn't be interested. He's already got himself someone. And she's mighty groovy, too."

Tiffany pouted, and followed him out of the room and down the hallway. They paused, hearing their father's voice. They stopped, listening. From the study, Eliot's voice came, softly, but clearly.

"Of course I miss you, Pat."

Tiffany raised her eyebrows and snickered. "Long distance to California," she whispered. "Jeez . . . "

"No, I didn't. But I tell you I must have dreamed about you last night." There was a pause and then his rich voice laughed intimately. "Sure, all over my pajamas. You should've been with me. Look, I've got to go now. I'll call you tonight. Okay. I love you. Take care."

There was the sound of the receiver being replaced noisily in its cradle, and then footsteps; then Eliot appeared in the doorway.

"Oh, there you are," he said, smiling happily. "Pat sends her love. To both of you," he added, giving Tiffany a warm glance.

"Gee, thanks," she retorted. "You don't think she meant it?"

"Your stepmother may be sharp sometimes, but she does love you, Tiffany," said Eliot. "I wish you'd remember that."

"It's easier to remember that she doesn't show it," said Tiffany, moving toward the front door and grabbing her coat off a chair. Axel winked at Tiffany and they left the warmth of the house and plunged into the icy wind outside.

A few minutes later they were speeding down the expressway to downtown Chicago, Tiffany cosily squeezed between her father and her brother, feeling with a certain erotic satisfaction the pressure of their legs against her own, reminding her of the night before and the feel of her father's cockflesh beneath her searching fingers.

She glanced up at him, thinking again how handsome he was, and wondering how she would be able to manage things that night. He had said little when they awoke. He had been over on the far side of the bed, and she had been lying on her back, one arm thrown carelessly across the pillow, touching his hair. He had looked so innocent asleep. But it was not his innocence that attracted her; she knew now what it was between his legs that made Patricia so wild for him, and she wanted the feeling once more, to enclose that shaft of his within her hands, within her body. Yes, she had to have him, totally, the way Patricia had two nights before, wrapping her legs around his hips and thrusting her crotch to meet his, with that magnificent prick forging a passionate link between their bodies. Tiffany had lain still, watching him until moments later, he opened his eyes and stared vaguely around the room. Then he saw her, and smiled, stretching out his arm to enclose her in it and hug her good morning. He had kissed her very perfunctorily, and she had tried to cling, to hold their mouths together, hoping to perhaps excite him. But he had brushed her away and made his way to the bathroom before she could fasten her arms around his neck. No matter; there would be another time. Hopefully that night.

"You want to stay for the rehearsal?" Axel was talking to her, and Tiffany nodded. "Yes," she answered, smiling, "I want to see how good that chick of yours is. Haven't heard her in ages."

"You heard her a month ago," said Eliot. "And I don't want you getting prissy with Sally, young woman. No friction, please, especially not with the group. This engagement means a lot of Axel's future."

"I'm not going to cause trouble," said Tiffany in a plaintive voice, summoning all her reserves of injured innocence. "I just want to watch, to listen. Maybe I'll pick up some pointers. Like you said, I need experience."

"That's for sure, but you don't get it from watching," said Axel tartly.

"I disagree," said Eliot, swerving suddenly to avoid a car changing lanes beside them. "You can learn a lot from watching performers. Gestures. Deportment. Expression. Everything. It'll do Tiffany a lot of good to watch."

"See." Tiffany stuck her tongue out playfully at her brother, who grinned back at her and bent forward, nuzzling her. "I'll learn by watching."

Axel touched her ear with his mouth and murmured devilishly, "Maybe I'll let you watch us screw sometime, huh?" and then laughed loudly at her expression of feigned horror.

"What was that?" asked Eliot suspiciously.

"Nothing," said Tiffany quickly, glaring at her brother, who could recognize the flash of hopeful anticipation in her eyes. Tiffany's heart beat faster at the thought, and she considered Axel's remark a hopeful indication of cooperation in a plan she had already been formulating. A plan that involved not only her father, but Axel as well . . .

She pressed her knee against his and felt the answering nudge; their eyes met and she grinned impishly at him.

"I'm sure Axel can teach me a lot," she said.

"Of course he can," replied her father, his eyes on the road ahead. "He's very experienced for his age."

Axel turned away, staring out the window to hide his face which threatened to explode in hysterical laughter, while Tiffany giggled to herself.

"That was great, but Axel, you've got to give more at the end." Eliot's eyes were stern as he faced his son. "That last chorus, step forward, away from the group. Leave your guitar. Take the mike and come forward, out to the audience. Give it to them, son. Give them everything. Use your body. Remember the way Tom Jones gets those screams. It's those tight pants and the way he bumps and grinds and what he's showing. Well, show us what you've got. That's what gets the crowd, believe me." He stared at Axel's crotch and grinned. "You've got more than enough to show, son. Use it."

Axel laughed. "I know, I know. I was holding back. I'll sock it to 'em all right."

"He knows how to," came Sally's voice from the back of the group where she was sitting, sipping a Coke. She tossed her long blonde hair and grinned.

"That's enough out of you, chick," said Axel, turning and winking at her. She stuck out her tongue, licking her lips suggestively at him.

Tiffany caught the momentary exchange and she seethed. She had never cared for Sally, not out of a sense of jealousy, but merely from the girl's blatant sensuality and her obvious attachment to Axel. They worked well together, their voices blending and their appearances matching, complementing each other. And now the way she had licked her lips sent a perverse thrill through Tiffany; she had heard one of the girls at school once talking about kissing her boy friend between his legs. Tiffany knew now that was what Sally must do to Axel; she must kiss his-his cock. She thrilled at the thought, and wondered what it was like. Maybe she would watch, like Axel had said. She knew it was more than a passing remark. He had always been daring. Once in the middle of the swimming pool, he had pulled off his trunks and floated naked in front of her, his prick bobbing on top of the water while she had stared, fascinated. She knew it would happen now-she would watch him balling Sally.

Maybe she could even join in . . .

"All right, that's it for now." Eliot's voice rang out firmly, and the band began to drift away from the stage. They had been rehearsing solidly for four hours. The sweat streamed down their faces, and they were all obviously tired. Only Axel seemed to maintain his calm appearance, his constant cool, that look of boyish virility and complete control.

Eliot walked back down to the auditorium and sat next to Tiffany, going through some notes on his clipboard. Finally he turned and smiled at her.

"Well, ready for a late lunch?"

"Sure. I'm starving. But it's almost dinner time."

"Whatever. Let's go eat." Eliot checked his watch. "Good grief, it's three-thirty. I had no idea."

"Are we coming back here?"

"No. That's it for today. We'll have a final run through tomorrow and then-" He rubbed his hands gleefully together. "The big night. I think Axel's going to be great, don't you?"

"He's always great," she said, meaning it. "He just gets better every time."

"He's very talented," Eliot sai" seriously. "Oh, Tiffany." His face became serious. "About what you said earlier. About joining the group. Did you really mean that?"

"Sure. You know I've always wanted to."

"Well, sweetheart, I'm not against it, but if you're serious we'll talk some more when we get home again. There's a good voice coach I know, and you can start lessons and then after a while, we'll perhaps let you sit in with the group at rehearsals. How's that?"

Tiffany's eyes glowed. "Oh, Daddy. You mean that?"

He nodded. "Of course I do." She flung her arms round his neck and kissed him, not the flat, child kisses of previous years, but a wet, prolonged lip-licking contact that made him draw back.

"Okay, okay," he said nervously. "Tiffany, that's not the sort of kiss that.. . " His voice trailed off, and she stared at him, her eyes still sparkling, her mouth twitching at the corners with undisguised delight.

"What's the matter?"

"Nothing," he replied shortly, and grabbing his clipboard, he moved away, "Come on, let's go eat. Axel's ready."

She followed Eliot up the aisle into the lobby of the auditorium, where Axel and Sally were standing talking with the four other members of the group.

"See you kids tomorrow," said Eliot. "Go back to your hotel and get some rest. You'll need it. And no late nights, remember." He winked at Sally. "And don't go sitting in with any groups tonight. Save yourself for the big event."

"Don't worry," she replied crisply, "I can take care of myself."

"Yes, I'm sure," Eliot said, grinning. "Come on, Axel."

Together they all left the lobby and emerged into the snow-flecked wintry scene outside. Sally had her arm tightly around Axel, and bent closer as the wind hit their bodies. She whispered in his ear; he grinned and then turned to Eliot.

"Dad, I think I'll pass on the lunch. How 'bout seeing you all later, huh?"

There was a look of impish lechery in his eyes and Sally giggled. Eliot attempted a disapproving glance, but said nothing. He paused, thinking. "Tell you what," he said finally. "I do have to check with the newspapers and it might be best if I go in person instead of calling. Why don't you kids go back to the hotel, grab a bite and I'll see you there later."

The look of obvious pleasure on Axel's face was almost too much; he grinned and nodded. "Come on, guys," he said blithely. "I'll buy the lunch. Come on, Tiff." He put his arm around his sister, the other already around Sally, and they rushed down the sidewalk, leaving Eliot staring after them with vague misgivings.

The door of Sally's hotel room banged open and Axel stumbled in, following by Tiffany and Sally. They were all giggling loudly.

"Wow, that was some lunch," he said, collapsing on the couch and staring up at the two girls, "Come here, chicky," he said and Sally went to him eagerly, embracing him passionately, their lips blending, licking. Tiffany turned away, and walked over to the window, staring down at the street, by now almost covered with a soft white carpet of snow. Her ears burned at the heated sounds from the couch.

"How long do you think Daddy'll be?" Tiffany said, finally unable to bear the sound of her brother's subdued passions.

"He said an hour or two, which means three," said Axel, breaking away from Sally's eager lips and pulling her next to him on the couch, where she lay, her fingers gliding sensuously over his arms. "Maybe you want to take in a movie, Tiff? There's one a block away."

"No, thanks. I think I'll just stay here with you." Tiffany's eyes twinkled. "I'm sure we can find something to do."

Sally giggled and kissed Axel on the cheek quickly. "I know what I want to do," she said softly. Axel looked at her and kissed her forehead. "I know," he said. "Later for you."

"No, now," she said, "Tiffany, you can go visit with the guys in their room. Or go read a magazine. Or something," she added with an impatient sigh.

"Axel and I want to be alone."

"I know what you want to do," said Tiffany with a hint of lust in her voice. "So I'm staying."

"Maybe she wants to watch," giggled Sally.

"I'll watch," said Tiffany, plumping into a chair. "Axel said he'd let me sometime. Why not now?"

Axel shook his head and grinned. "I was kidding, little sister," he said quietly. "Go on, why don't you go into the guys' room. You can play cards with them. They're card freaks."

"Thanks a lot. I'm staying here."

Sally and Axel exchanged a glance.

"Okay, if that's the way you're going to be."

Tiffany jumped up and came across, dropping to her knees in front of her brother, her face shining eagerly. "Come on, Axel. You said I could watch. I want to. I want to see how you fuck."

Sally broke into a loud peal of laughter. "Jesus, she's too much," she said. "Don't tell me you don't know?"

"She's only thirteen," said Axel. "Not an old woman like you."

Sally frowned. "I'm only twenty, goddammit," she snapped, "so cut that kind of talk." She looked at Tiffany again. "You really don't know, do you?"

Tiffany flushed. "No," she said. "But I want to find out. Axel said-"

"I know what I said," her brother interrupted her impatiently. "But I was kidding. You know that."

"But I wasn't," said Tiffany.

They glared at each other for a moment. Sally moved away across the couch and began peeling off her sweater. Axel frowned.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"She says she wants to find out. Let's play teacher," she said. "I'm not bashful." The sweater dropped to the floor. "Besides, I get a kick out of threesomes."

"This is not going to be a threesome," snapped Axel. "I don't fuck with my sister."

"But she obviously wants to," said Sally, eyeing Tiffany, who was watching, her heart pounding with anticipation. "Don't you, Tiffany?"

"Sure," said Tiffany, "I got to find out sometime. Why not with my brother? What's the difference?"

"Yeah, what's the difference? Cock's cock," said Sally bluntly, beginning to loosen her shoes.

Axel stood up and walked over to the window, his hands ruffling his hair in exasperation. "Listen, knock if off, Sally," he said. "I don't dig the idea. Not any more."

"You're always in the mood," she replied. "And Tiffany wants to watch. I say let her. Don't tell me you're chicken?"

"I'm not chicken," he snapped, turning angrily on her. "But I like to fuck in private, and you know it."

"Tough," she replied, reaching under her skirt and starting to wiggle out of her pantyhose. "We're gonna have a ball, so you may as well get used to the idea. If you don't want to," she added with an evil leer, "I'll ball Tiffany."

"Like hell you will," snapped Axel. "I don't go for that queer shit."

Sally giggled loudly. "Oh, dear, you can be so moralistic sometimes," she sighed. "Just give you another few years, baby."

Tiffany walked over to her brother and fondled his arm gently.

"Please, Axel," she said, and then, almost as if she had no control over herself, she found her hand reaching out and touching him between his thighs, her fingers closing around the prick behind his zipper. He jumped away.

"Tiffany!"

She giggled, her inhibitions suddenly abandoned.

"Come on, what's the matter? I just want to-"

"You quit that!" His voice echoed off the walls and his face flushed with embarrassment. Then he looked over at Sally, who was peeling off her dress. "Hey, Sally."

"You can't stop us both from getting undressed, Axel," she said. "So come on, Tiffany. Take your things off. He can't do much if we both tackle him. How 'bout it?"

Tiffany was seized with a sudden and tingling excitement; a desire to throw all caution to the winds; to experience what she had imagined so often; what she had fantasized on during her moments of masturbation in bed at night. In a flash she saw her brother, naked, on the floor with her and Sally leaning over his cock, touching, feeling, kissing, fondling . . .

"Yes!" The word exploded from her lips and she ran across the room, sitting on the couch quickly and tearing at her clothes. Axel stood, his eyes wide and incoherent sounds of disapproval issuing from his lips. Sally's last garment dropped and she stood up, her breasts jutting forward enticingly, her naked flesh smooth and appealing. Slowly she moved toward him, a knowing smile on her face.

"You're not going to turn it down, are you, baby?" she said seductively, moving her hips. His eyes were glued on the pussy between her thighs, and he licked his lips.

"For chrissake," he snapped, turned, and began undressing quickly with trembling fingers.

"That's better," said Sally, turning and looking over at Tiffany, who was almost totally undressed. "We're gonna have a ball, baby. And little sister's going to learn what it's all about, huh?" She walked over and grinned. "Hey, whatddya know? She's got tits."

Tiffany stared down at herself, suddenly proud of the fact that her chest was anything but flat. She looked up at Sally, admiring the beautifully rounded breasts that stood out, their nipples pointing proudly. She let her eyes stray down and focus on her pussy and she found her heart beating wildly. A second later she was naked and she stood up, her hands trembling. She looked over at Axel, whose shorts had just dropped to the floor. As he turned, she noticed with a thrill that his cock was already half hard.

"Okay, lover boy, come over here," said Sally. "You're gonna get a workout."

Slowly Axel walked forward, reaching for her, but Sally backed away, pointing to the couch. "Down, Fido," she commanded with a smile. "I'm taking charge. Tiffany, lesson number one." As Axel lay down on the couch, Sally knelt before him and reached for his prick. "This, little sister, is a cock," she said, her fingers wrapping around the hardening flesh and squeezing softly. "Also called a prick. A rod. Or if you want to be technical, a penis." She laughed.

"That feel good, honey?" Sally murmured, feeling the firmness jerk beneath her fingers, "Don't you come too soon, now, you hear?" She turned back to Tiffany. "Come have a feel, baby. He's hard as a rock. That's the way it gets, so it can push into that tight little cunt between your legs."

Almost disbelieving the moment, Tiffany reached forward, her hand touching her brother's legs and then sliding up to enclose his prick in her fingers. She thrilled at the thickness, the length, and her mind went back to her father. Axel's cock was almost as big as Eliot's.

"Feel good, huh?" Sally grinned. "Okay, now you gotta get him real hot, and there's only one way to do that. You gotta go down and kiss it. Like this."

She pushed Tiffany's hand away, and her mouth descended, her lips circling the flesh. Tiffany gasped as she saw her brother's organ disappear into Sally's mouth, saw the girl's lips slide down, down-until she had taken the entire length and her lips were touching his balls. Up and down, up and down . . . while Axel groaned and closed his eyes, stretching his body out, pushing his hips up, pressing his prick deeper into the willing mouth, feeling the end of his cock thrust into the tight smooth throat, sending chills of delight through his body. "Oooooh, suck it good, baby," he muttered.

Sally's fingers slid up his thighs, gently caressing him, then enclosing his balls and rotating them in her fingers. Tiffany watched, her mind cataloguing the actions, noting every movement, everything that Sally was doing to bring forth those delicious moans from Axel.

She felt she wanted to do it, to bring her brother to the same peak of glorious feeling.

"Sally."

She raised up and grinned. "You want to try it, huh?"

Tiffany nodded. "Yes, yes, let me."

"Be my guest."

Her hands trembling, Tiffany moved forward, her hands reaching for the slick, shiny cock. She touched it, and then slowly, feeling that it was all a dream, a wonderful dream, Tiffany lowered her head and touched the end of the throbbing prick to her lips. She let her tongue trail across the end, feeling the wide slit from which something wet, warm and musky was oozing.

"Go down on it, baby, all the way."

Axel thrust his hips up and Tiffany felt his cock slide between her lips, into her mouth, the folds of skin sliding back all the way, and then the length was all the way in, the end of it banging against her throat. She almost gagged, but pulled up.

"Easy, don't choke yourself," said Sally, giggling. "You gotta lick it like an ice cream cone, baby. Especially under the head. Here."

She pulled Tiffany up and grabbed the throbbing prick, pointing to the shiny area just under the head.

"See that spot. You lick the hell out of that and he'll climb the walls."

Tiffany lowered her mouth and let her tongue trail across the underside of the head. She felt the cockshaft jerk and Axel let out a soft moan.

"Now take it all, lick around the head," commanded Sally.

Tiffany lowered her mouth, taking the wonderful thickness between her lips and let her tongue lick back and forth, around, pressing in the cockslit. She felt her own cunt burning with desire, and she knew her folds of pussyflesh between her legs were wet, dripping. She thrilled to the total aura of sensuousness that pervaded her limbs, blowing her mind. This was the moment she had dreamed of for so long and now it was happening.

"Suck it good," Axel said, his voice almost inaudible, but throbbing with passion. "Oh, Christ, that's great."

His words spurred Tiffany on. She tightened her lips around the shaft, and started moving it up and down, blending her movements with those of his own as he moved his hips, thrusting his prick in and out. Sally was sitting back at the end of the couch, watching, her hand between her legs, gently masturbating herself, her fingers touching her clitoris and sending chills of pleasure through her body.

"Yeah, baby, yeah," she said eagerly. "Jeez, she's a born cocksucker, Axel. Lookit her go!"

Axel opened his eyes and stared down, seeing his sister's hair cascading around his crotch as her mouth worked over his prick, and her hands caressed his stomach, his thighs, his balls.

"She really digs it!" Sally cried ecstatically. "Here, you can give me a little, baby."

She scooted forward, standing up and putting her knee on one side of his chest, then lowering her steaming pussy over his face so that his eager tongue extended into her.

Axel's hands gripped Sally's buttocks, pulling her to him, while from his throat came little grunts of pleasure as he buried his face in her snatch, his tongue probing her, licking her warm, wet flesh, touching her clitoris and flicking across it with practiced ease, his nostrils filling with the sweet odor of her cunt.

Tiffany looked up and saw what was happening. She leaned forward, looking over Sally's shoulder at her brother eating her cunt. Tiffany gasped.

"Oooh," she cried.

"It's good, baby, you want some?" said Sally, her body moving back and forth with passion. "Come on, Axel, give her a little."

Sally moved off, but Tiffany shook her head.

"Come on. It's the best thing next to a cock up your cunt."

Axel looked at his sister and grinned. "Yeah, come here, Tiff. Let me lick that cherry."

As if moving in a dream, Tiffany positioned herself across his chest, felt his firm, strong hands grab her buttocks and pull her toward him. Then his mouth touched her labia.

"Oh, wow, what a sweet pussy," he said. "Hardly a hair in sight. It's beautiful!"

His tongue pushed between her steaming cunt flesh and she shuddered with delight as she felt the tip touch her clitoris, excite it far more than she had even felt before with her own finger. Instinctively she moved her hips forward, and she heard Sally laugh.

"Oh, she digs it!"

Tiffany stared down, almost disbelieving her eyes. She saw Axel's handsome face pressed between her legs, his lips touching her cunt, his tongue pushing in, licking her frantically, giving her sensations she had never thought possible. She felt she was floating, leaving her body, drifting in a sea of pure pleasure. She groaned and closed her eyes, savoring the moment of exquisite delight.

"Okay, that's enough of that," said Sally. "Next lesson coming up before he does."

Tiffany climbed off. Sally moved in, sliding up against Axel, her body stretched full length, covering him. "See how to get it in real easy," said Sally, giggling. "You just sit on it, baby, and let it slide all the way in." Tiffany watched as Sally raised her hips, positioning the end of Axel's prick against her cunt and then lowering slowly, letting it slide into her. Axel groaned. His arms held Sally tightly, enclosing her, and his hips began thrusting up and down. Tiffany moved around to the end of the couch, fascinated as she saw the enormous cock enter, its whiteness gleaming with slick secretions. Axel's balls jiggling with each movement, and Sally's buttocks roundly gleaming in the soft light. Sally began rotating her hips, her movements blending with his, faster, faster, their moans getting louder.

"Oh, yes, tight, baby, tight," Axel cried. "Good pussy, Keeer-ist, it's good!"

"Don't you come, you fucker," snapped Sally, the sweat streaming down her body. "Make it last."

Tiffany found her hand straying onto her own pussy, her fingers massaging her clitoris, touching the spot where Axel's tongue had just been, and sending chills through her once more. All the more with the sight of her brother locked in with Sally, his prick pounding in and out of her cunt, their moans of ecstasy filling the room and sounding like a symphony of sex. Suddenly Tiffany was filled with an overwhelming desire to feel her brother within her, to enclose that lovely prick in her, to experience fully what it was like.

"Hey," her voice sounded like someone else. "Let me." Her hand reached out and tried to pull at Sally's shoulder. Sally turned, frowned, and then grinned.

"Okay, baby doll," she said, raising up and letting the firm prick slide out of her. "Climb on."

Axel shook his head. "She's cherry," he said gruffly. "I ain't gonna bust her."

"You'll bust her and you'll love it, just like she will," said Sally. "Come on, Tiffany, you're gonna become a woman."

She moved off and Tiffany scooted forward. Axel raised up, pushing her away. "No, Tiffany," he said weakly, but she leaned forward, her weight covering him, and then she grabbed his cock and guided it toward her cunt, wet and dripping with her own juices. She felt the end touch her, slide in. Sally dropped to her knees and moved closer, watching.

"Yeah, yeah, it's in, now all the way. Bust that cherry!"

Tiffany felt the cock inside her, slide in, then stop, and she felt a sharp pain. She pulled up, gasping.

"Go, go," screamed Sally. "Once it's in, you'll feel great."

She jumped to her feet, placed her hands on Tiffany's shoulders and pushed down. Her weight was too much; Tiffany felt the cock slide in and then, with a sudden thrust, it broke through and lunged deep into her. Tiffany cried out, feeling like something had torn inside her. Then a deep glow, an incredible satisfaction began spreading through her, like never before.

"Oooooooh, Axel-" she moaned, and automatically began moving her hips up and down.

Axel grabbed her tightly, his hips moving. "I'm coming, I'm coming, Jesus . . . "

"Shot, shoot in her," Sally said. "Give it to her."

"No, I can't," he cried. "I ain't gonna knock her up."

With a massive thrust, he lifted Tiffany up and pushed her to the side as his prick slid out of her. Then Axel moaned loudly and Tiffany's eyes widened as she saw his cock flex, jerk, and out came spurts of thick white cum, shooting up, hitting her stomach, hitting her arm, and then slowly just oozing out of the end and running down into the dark hairs around the base of his prick.

"You came," said Sally, leaning forward, her mouth eagerly licking the warm cum from around his cock. Tiffany stared, hardly believing her eyes. "Never waste a drop," said Sally, her tongue taking up every last drop of cum, then enclosing the softening cock and drawing out the remainder from within. Then she leaned back, licked her lips and grinned.

"Now you know, huh?"

Tiffany scooted over to the end of the couch and stared down at herself. The fleeting pain had passed, and only the warm glow remained.

"I thought you bled when that happened," she said in a small voice.

"Not always," said Sally. "I didn't. Only some girls."

"Was it good?" asked Axel, staring at his sister.

"Oh, Axel, it was wonderful," cried Tiffany, flinging herself on top of him, embracing him and kissing him passionately, her tongue pushing into his mouth and licking him frantically. They broke apart and Axel stared at Sally.

"Keerist, she's as horny as I am," he said, grinning. "Maybe I'll fuck her again."

"Now, now," said Tiffany as she looked at his prick across his leg, soft and shiny, the skin oozing back over the head. "When'll it get hard again?"

"Just as soon as you start playing with it," said Axel.

"Playing, shit," snapped Sally. "Suck it, baby. That's the best part of all."

She lowered her head and took his soft cock in her mouth. Axel kissed Tiffany again, and she felt the thrill in her loins once more.

"Oh, yes," she breathed as they broke apart. "Let's just stay here and fuck all afternoon."

Sally laughed. "Now you know," she said.

"Yes. Now I know," said Tiffany, and her mind was suddenly filled once more with the image of her father on top of her, his prick driving into her, bringing her to the same heights of indescribable passion that she had felt moments before with Axel. "Now I know, and it's-it's wonderful!"

Axel looked at Sally and they both burst out laughing.

"Nothin' better'n sex," he said softly. "Especially with a horny little sister."