Chapter 3
"What have you been doing?" demanded May's mother, as if she didn't know.
Roger tried to explain to his wife, but he could only stutter in embarrassment. "Honey, uh, I c-can explain, you see, uh ... "
"Never mind, Roger, Child, put your clothes on and come downstairs, I want to talk to you. You, Roger, get out of here. I'll have words with you later."
Roger was an easy-going man. When his wife was on the warpath, he retreated. This incident, was going to be particularly touchy, he could tell, and he left quickly.
Alone with May, Dorothy tossed her brown head, and stomped her foot. May observed her mother's anger. She would duck, if necessary.
It was a horrible thing she had done. It was a terribly sinful thing. May knew that.
But the girl also felt so good, so at peace with her body, that deep in her gut, in her bones, she did not regret it. She felt it wasn't bad. She felt it was okay. It was okay to fuck her father.
"May, May," her mother was saying. "What am I going to do with you?" She sank to the bed, her head in her hands, and wept.
"Mom, Mom, don't cry," said May. Why should something that felt so good upset her mother so? She put her hand out and tried to pat her mother's shoulder to comfort her. But Dorothy just kept shaking her head, hopelessly.
"If you did-" her mother began. "I-I'm afraid to ask you if-"
May was quiet. She quickly fabricated a response. "If what, Mother?" she asked innocently, staring directly at Dorothy with her clear blue childlike eyes.
"If you and your father were-oh, I can't ask!" Her mother quickly got up. "I've tried to raise you right, May. I've really tried. But things are different nowadays. Society is against me. And having Roger for a husband doesn't help any."
May looked at her mother incredulously. "What are you talking about?"
"Your father is a very sexy man, May. S-E-X-Y! Maybe over-S-E-X-E-D. But I never thought he'd stoop to-May, he's been chasing after other women for years! And I always looked the other way. But with you, I mean, I can't look the other way!" She threw up her hands helplessly. "He's crazy."
"He's not crazy," May defended her father. "And I don't know what you're talking about. He was only ... helping me with my homework."
"What homework? Sex education homework? I rather think you were playing doctor and nurse."
"He's not crazy," was all May could think of to say. She hugged the covers to her and studied the outline of her toes underneath it. "I don't know what you're thinking, Mom, but it's not nice." She got up then and pulled the bedspread off the bed, wrapped it around her shoulders, and marched off to the bathroom in her cape, leaving her mother standing in dismay behind the open bedroom door.
Once inside the bathroom, May locked the door and collapsed against it. She couldn't have held out much longer. She couldn't believe what she'd been through in her family the last several days.
First watching her brother whack his dick off. Next having her old man surprise her as she masturbated, and then deflower her, and finally allowing her mother to discover them. It was terrible and wonderful, all at the same time.
She ran a hot, steamy bath and poured in a capful of bath oil, and another capful of bubble bath. She dropped the bedspread to the bathroom floor, and stepped gingerly into the tub.
As she felt the hot water rise over her belly, back and shoulders, her problem with her mother seeped away and she remembered only the acute pleasure her father had shown her less than an hour before.
She passed her hand over her body that had been a little girl's and was now a woman's. She fingered her little tits that she hoped one day would match her mother's big ones.
And like her father had done, she pinched and kneaded the nipples till they became very erect.
She took the bar of Ivory soap and prodded it into her newly devirginized cunt. She soaped it good, watching her little hairy crotch disappear under the lather.
"Hurry up in there!" May heard her mother call as she emerged from the bedroom and started down the stairs. "Supper's waiting."
May thumbed her nose at the receding footsteps and smiled at the trembly feelings that were beginning to overtake her again.
She'd discovered a new tool, a new game. It was the sensational game of sex. She would enjoy it as often as she could. Her body was primed for it now. She foresaw only pleasure ahead in her adolescent years ... incredible erotic pleasure.
As she pinched and squeezed her nipple, she ran the bar of soap in and out of her twat. Only when it began to sting did she remove the soap and rub her pussy with her hand. The lather made an excellent lubricant.
"Ohhhhh," she started to moan in low tones.
She threw her head back as the erotic sensations began passing over her. She was careful not to submerge her head, though the water played around her lips and lapped high up on her neck.
The bubbles and oil gave off a sensuous perfume, titillating her nostrils with their odor. She rubbed and rubbed her pussy, quickly inserting a finger and pulling it out again. She finger-fucked her pussy.
She rubbed hard over her clit, making the tiny projectile into a knobby little mound. Oh, it felt so good to rub her clitoris, and then to jut two fingers up into her cunt hole.
Rub! Thrust! Rub! Thrust! It made little May feel so good! Forgotten was her school work and forgotten was her tiff with her mother. All she could think about was giving her body a charge ... making it go off like it had done before with Daddy.
Now she thought of him. She employed whatever erotic memories she had of her daddy in bed with her. It helped so much, these fantasies, to get her to relax even more and let her enjoy all the sensuous tinglings her body could reward her with.
She worked hard to arouse her body. She rubbed as hard as she could. She pinched her little boobies and rubbed them all over. She tickled her underarms and the fine threads of blond hair lodged under them. She passed her hand over her fine, flat belly and rubbed her little belly button.
Her small, delicate hands passed over her thighs, slim and lovely. She tickled her sensitive inner thigh flesh. She reached down and patted her soles, tickling them too. She tickled and rubbed every part of her that she thought arousable. She wanted to experiment and find every sensitive part of her pretty little body.
She found her asshole by wedging her hand far down between her legs. She knew it was the hole behind her cunt hole! And she knew it was very sensitive. She fingered the hole, wondering if she would get all shitty if she pressed her finger inside her anus.
She decided she would try. She thrust her middle finger in, and moaned delightedly. Oh, it hurt a teeny, tiny bit, but not for long. The pain was soon overwhelmed by incredible pleasure.
May pressed her finger into her asshole as far as it would go. She finger-fucked her rectum, setting up exciting waves of pleasure in her ass.
It was almost more exciting feeling her asshole than it was her cunt hole. She thrust and thrust, panting more and more. Her moans were getting louder and louder.
Then she took another finger and inserted it into her pussy hole. She found that by finger-fucking both her holes at once, she could arouse herself to twice the degree that she could by finger-fucking only one of the holes.
Then she moved another finger to her magic clit button. Now, by working all three of her sensitive spot, she could do wonders.
In no time, her whole groin was ablaze with the itches and burnings of an imminent orgasm. She sighed with pleasure. She moaned in gratitude. She was grateful that she was learning the mechanics of her body so that she could bring to it such lovely pleasure.
She rubbed and rubbed, pressing her back and head against the far end of the bathtub, bracing her knees and heels against the sides, and thrusting her torso off the bottom of the porcelain tub, and up and onto her probing fingers.
She humped herself deliciously against her fingers and hand, humped herself right through a rising tide of orgasm.
"Ahhhhhhhh! AHHHHHHHH! Ooooooh!" The siren of her screams was testimony to the pleasure of her body. Her moans and groans echoed against the narrow bathroom walls.
Someone came running along the upstairs hallway. Then there was a sharp rap at the door. "May, May, is that you?" It was her brother Ralphie's voice.
"What, Ralphie, what is it?" At first she was annoyed at the interruption. Then she decided it might prove a pleasant prospect after all.
"What are you doing in there, Sis?" She heard him stifle a guffaw.
"Nothing that would interest you, Ralphie," May snickered. She slapped the water and made waves against the shores of her little lake. She waited, feeling a surge of excitement rise up her spine.
"I'm not so sure about that, May." He lowered his voice. "Are you making love to yourself, Sis?" She heard his breath come in short gasps. His voice seemed to be coming right through the keyhole.
"Ralphie, are you spying on me?" Her voice was sharp. Then she found the idea of a voyeur outside her keyhole most charming, and arousing.
Especially if the peeping Tom were her own brother.
"Naw, Sis, I ain't spying." He was silent, but she could still hear him outside the door. "Hey, do that again ... for me, for your own big brother this time."
"Do what, Ralphie?" Her voice was coy and sexy. She knew very well what he wanted her to do. "But you can't see very well from there, can you, Ralphie?" She was teasing him now.
"Oh, I can see plenty," said her brother with enthusiasm.
"What can you see, Ralphie?" said May in a pretty, sing-song voice.
"I can see you sittin' in the bathtub. Bare, naked skin. Sis, I never knew you looked so purty!"
"How purty, brother?" drawled May playfully. The exchange was turning her on all over again. And her imagination was growing by leaps and bounds. If she'd done it with her father, why couldn't she do it with her brother? It might be a come-down, technique-wise, but what a turn-on! She thought her brother was real cute. It would be great to make it with him. And she might be able to teach him a thing or two!
"Awful purty, Sis," said Ralphie. "Tweak your tittie like that again for me, please!"
She pulled on her little nipple and rubbed it around in the palm of her hand. She flexed her knees in the water, bracing her heels against the tub's bottom. While she pinched and squeezed her nipple with one hand, she opened her thighs and began fingering her pussy with the other.
"Like that, Ralphie?" she purred, sticking her tongue out between her lips and waving it in the direction of the keyhole. She wondered if her brother's hand was buried in his crotch. She wondered if his fly was open. She wondered if he was getting off, watching his sister jerk off in the bathtub.
The thought fascinated her. She slowly raised her finger to her mouth, inserted it between her lips, and sucked on it. She pretended it was a cock, not just any cock, but her brother's cock. She pretended she was sucking hard on his hard cock. She pretended her tongue was roving wetly all over it.
Meanwhile, she jabbed erotically into her hairy pussy hole. The idea of her brother's eye fastened excitedly to the keyhole turned her on even more. Her limbs thrashed in the water.
"Whad'ya see now, Ralphie?" Her finger went from her wet mouth to her tittie, rubbing and arousing it and making the nipple very erect. Then her hand transferred to the other breast, and she produced another taut little nipple there.
"Mmmmm, Sis, that looks real sexy!" came her brother's panting voice. Then May heard nothing but quickly drawn breaths and long, drawn-out sighs outside the door.
"Oh, Ralphie, you sound like you're really getting off on my masturbating. Are you, Ralphie, baby, are you?"
"Oh, Sis, you look and sound so sexy. Wow! I've always thought about you when I've whacked off in bed. And I've even dreamed about you, Sis, and woken up to find the bed all wet. But, you know," he whispered through the crack in the door, "you know, you look even sexier than I'd imagined. Wow! Those little tits! Hey, Sis, I gotta request!"
"Yeah, Ralphie, what's that?" she panted, whacking hard at her clit and cunt now.
"Stand up! Hey, stand up in the bathtub, so I can see why my sis looks like all bare-assed naked. Pretty please, baby Sis?”
"Oh, but Ralphie, you'll interrupt the progress I've made. Whew! See? I got myself all aroused now." It was true. May was panting heavily and just about to come.
"Oh, but I wanta see you come. Can you do it standing up in the bathtub?" Ralphie's voice was urgent.
"Oh, Ralphie!" she wailed, thrusting two fingers up her pussy and whipping her clit. "Just wait a minute." She whacked some more, but the idea of standing up naked so her brother could see her maturing figure for the first time in his life was too much for her.
She wanted him to see her. She really wanted that. So she pulled her feet up till they were nearly under her, and grasped the sides of the tub.
Then she pulled herself up, her slim, glistening body pouring off the water in little rivulets. She felt self-conscious. She steadied herself on the towel bar.
"Well, Ralphie, do you like what you see?" May cocked her pretty blond head to one side, and placed one hand on her hair, crooking her elbow and feigning a mock pin-up shot. Her other hand grasped her thigh.
His answer was a sharp, loud wolf whistle, shrill and piercing through the keyhole.
"Shhh, Ralphie, Mom's gonna hear." May giggled to think that her mother might catch her with her brother, on the same day she'd caught her with her father! It would make her mother a total wreck, and give her enough ammunition to send May off to the state girls' school, or to a home for wayward women.
Wayward May! The pretty, young blond had to laugh. If you've got it, flaunt it! she told herself. She laughed gaily and showed her pretty white teeth to her handsome brother. Of course, he'd seen her smile many times before. He wasn't interested in her smile now. He was interested in what lay south of the smile.
"So what?" her brother was saying. "So what if she DOES hear?" Ralphie continued panting and whacking outside the upstairs bathroom door. Downstairs he could hear the clatter of pans in the kitchen.
"Welllll," drawled May. "I don't think she'd like it too well, do you?" May began licking her lips all over, wetting them seductively in front of her brother, whom she couldn't see, but whose presence she was intensely aware of.
Then her hand descended slowly, temptingly, down her lean body to her right thigh. She rubbed her thigh, and bumped and ground on the axis of one hip.
"Oooooh, wow, Sis! That looks terrific! Where'd you learn to do that? Hey, is that what they teach you in sex education?"
May threw back her head and laughed, a deep, throaty laugh. Her little tits bobbed up and down.
"Yeah! Yeah, yeah!" she responded. Then she wet her fingers again and looked down at her nipples, watching herself pinch and pull on them, rubbing and pressuring them into perky little erect buds.
She felt her sensitive nipples and closed her eyes, moaning.
"Oh, Sis, you look so sexy doing that. Can I take a picture?"
May giggled and opened her eyes. "Through the keyhole?" she said.
"Surrrrre," he drawled out, the word ending in a low groan in his throat.
May wanted to give him the best show ever. So the hand that had been resting lightly on her thigh moved over to her little mound of Venus. She heard a corresponding gasp of interest and curiosity outside, and smiled to herself. She concentrated all her efforts on what she was doing.
Her finger went right down into her little cuntal slit and pressed the lips apart. May moaned. She see-sawed her finger back and forth between them, dipping her finger further and further inside.
"Ohhhhhhh," she groaned, sawing faster now, finding the clit and rubbing ferociously right over it, back and forth. "Oh, man, oh, God, does it feel good!"
She spread her stance in the tub, pushing her feet and ankles straight out as far as the sides of the tub would allow.
She pressed her groin forward, and snapped it skillfully up and down, as her father had taught her to do.
Every snap of her pelvis brought a corresponding whistle or moan of appreciation from her brother. May feared her mother would come running, his noises were getting so loud. And he was making the strangest guttural sounds in his throat. Like some wild animal searching for prey.
Then May leaned down further, to jut her forefinger straight up her pussy hole. "Nghngh!" she gasped, feeling the tremendous stimulation it gave her pussy.
The water splashed and she nearly tripped, catching herself in time. She continued moaning and jutting her finger in and out of her wet and juicy pussy hole. "Oh, man, ohhhh, that feels so good!" she exclaimed, amazed at how skillful she was in bringing herself off, and thinking herself terribly kind to give Ralphie such a good show.
Well, that was the least she could do. After all, he was the one who had begun the process of initiating her into the sexual rites. He'd let her watch him whack his cock off in her bedroom. He'd gotten her a dildo. And that led to her father fucking her.
The memory of that incident, just an hour or so ago, excited her again, and she rubbed her cunt in earnest now, making delightful friction against her clitoris. She repeatedly stabbed one finger, two fingers, three fingers, into her hidden pussy hole.
"Oh, Sis, oh, that looks just fine!"
But May was too close to coming, too far gone, to hear. She whacked and pinched and rubbed and sucked, her fingers and hands flying in all directions over the erotic points on her body, over her cunt, and over her tits and lips.
Now she had fingers in both pairs of lips. She was sucking on one finger, and another finger was jabbing rapidly, rhythmically, in and out of her pussy.
She was working herself up to a frenzy now, rocking back and forth, feeling the overpowering spasms take over. But she didn't stop there. She kept on rubbing and thrusting, all the way through the powerful squeezes of her cunt walls which oozed their sweet juices.
"Ohhhhhhhh, ohhh, Ralphie, ohhhh, it feels so good! Oh, watch me, see me come, see your sister come!" May was rocking and moaning from her awkward standing position, oblivious to everything but her intense sexual pleasure.
As her passion boiled over, her liquids dripped from her pussy and made little splashes in the bath water.
"Oh, Sis, you look just beautiful!" moaned Ralphie.
May couldn't see him, but she knew he was jacking himself into a corresponding frenzy. From there, it was only one step into the same bed. May wondered, in her post-orgasmic haze, when it would happen. It couldn't happen soon enough, as far as she was concerned.
May didn't know how the next thing happened, but it did. Maybe it was because both she and Ralphie were so involved in their own pleasure. Maybe it was because they were concentrating so intensely on the sexual happenings inside and outside the bathroom door.
But right when Ralphie sounded like he was at his peak, judging from the high pitch of his moans and groans, May heard a loud slap, the dragging of a body across the floor, and her mother's voice ringing out: "WHAT ARE YOU DOING PLAYING WITH YOURSELF BY THE BATHROOM KEYHOLE? IS MY HOME TURNING INTO A WHOREHOUSE?"
May clapped one hand over her mouth, and the other hand over her pussy, should her mother decide to take a quick peak through the keyhole herself. Then the little girl plunged down into the water, immersing herself quickly in the suds.
She wished she could bury her head in them too. She wanted to be invisible.
"Mom, Mom, I wasn't doin' nothin'," came Ralphie's voice, getting softer and softer, and further and further away.
Poor Ralphie! thought May. She was safe in the bathtub, while her dear fourteen-year-old brother was getting the whipping of his life.
May couldn't remember when her mother had been so vicious. May snickered. Well, Mom had never encountered her kids in such compromising positions!
The voices of her mother and Ralphie sounded loud and sharp in mutual recriminations. Then a door slammed. They were in Ralphie's room now, thought May.
Their voices got lower. May breathed more easily. It was nearly over. She was glad about that. Her mother frightened her when she was angry. Heads always flew, and May didn't want one of them to be hers.
Then there was dead silence, and May settled back to enjoy her bath.