Chapter 6
The next weeks were a confused mixture of happy family events. May had never known such familial bliss.
Although everyone was sleeping with everyone else, most of the sex was between the generations: father and daughter, mother and son.
When Dorothy's brother Charlie got wind of the events in the Thompson family, he became an added fixture in the household. He wanted a piece of the incestual pie.
And he knew that if he waited long enough, if he were persistent enough, he would get it. He had his eye on two people: first, his sister, and second, his niece.
But first things first. The best of the booty was his pretty younger sister, Dorothy, whom he'd always wanted to get his hands on. But given the incest taboo, rigidly enforced in his family, she was always off-limits to him.
Now that that taboo had been relaxed some, he was waiting for Dorothy like a wolf for the sheep.
And Dorothy felt as vulnerable as a lamb. Bedding down with her son was one thing. Doing it with her brother was another. Her son was a bumbling, stumbling, harmless kid, a jock, though she never would have told him so.
Her brother was a crafty, sexy salesman, who was full of so much sales promotion lingo that his friends couldn't tell what was the truth and what was not.
He was also always passing sexual allusions, which used to get on Dorothy's nerves. But now that she was becoming interested in alternative sexual styles, she began to listen to him more. He always bragged about the gigantic cock he sported between his legs. Now she was wondering if that were indeed the truth.
She listened to his bravado a long time, before she finally decided to test him out. Even then she was hesitant.
One night when Roger and May were already in the sack and Ralphie was patiently waiting his turn, Dorothy and Charlie were downstairs just finishing supper.
Dorothy pushed her chair back and lit a cigarette. Settling back, she asked, "Charlie, why is it that, if you're so good in the sack, that Fern is always complaining about you?"
"Fern? My wife?" asked Charlie, turning beet red. "No, she doesn't complain. I don't believe it."
"Well, she lets people know now and then that she's not too pleased with your sexual performance." Dorothy was talking out of her hat, just to get his response.
"When? When did she say that?" Charlie stuck his lower lip out, just like he used to when he was a child. "I'm great in bed. I'm telling you, Dorothy. She has no complaints. Sometimes she has trouble coming. I'd give her fifty-fifty."
"Maybe you don't prepare her enough, Charlie. What do you think about that?' Are you self-centered in bed?"
"No. Not at all. Well, I don't think so. I mean, what brought all this on?" He rubbed his groin under the table. "I'm great. I'm terrific in bed. God knows, I've had enough practice. I'll never forget this one chick I had. Met her on the plane to Chicago. She was a secretary or something. She came and stayed at my hotel that night." Charlie rolled his eyes to imply something hot.
Dorothy looked evenly at him. Her expression didn't change. She wanted to hear her brother out. "Yes?" she asked.
"Well, when we got undressed and her eyes lighted on my, uh, instrument, she said-you know what she said? Heh, heh." Charlie slapped his thigh.
"What?" said Dorothy, sipping her coffee and puffing on her cigarette.
"She said, 'What is that, the family size?' Heh, heh, get it?" Charlie looked at his sister to see if she understood.
"Was she afraid you would impregnate her? Maybe she hadn't taken the pill?" Dorothy asked.
"No, no," answered her brother impatiently. "She meant it was big. B-I-G, big. That's what." He sneered for a moment at his sister, then his mind alighted on the past incident again. "Yeah, we sure had a good time, a fuckin' good time. Ha, ha!"
"Ha, ha, Charlie," said Dorothy, not laughing.
"What's the matter with your sense of humor today, Dorothy? Why so castrating?"
"Do you think I'm castrating? I don't think I'm castrating. I have two men upstairs waiting for me. Their cocks are still sewed on good." Dorothy took another puff and disappeared in a cloud of smoke.
When she reappeared her brother Charlie asked, "Hey, where's Myrtle?"
"At the vet's. She has some infection and he's giving her tests."
"I didn't know your spaniel saw duty."
"Ha, ha, Charlie, very funny. She's paper-trained anyway."
"Touche," said Charlie." And speaking of touche, I'd like to touche you sometime, Sis. You're a succulent thing. That is, if you can handle me."
"Oh, I can handle you, Charlie. I can handle any man. Trouble is, I'd like a return on my investment. And your PR releases haven't been too good lately." She was really rubbing it in.
"Geez, you're sure putting me on the defensive. Why not try out the product? Try it, you'll like it." He snickered.
"What if I don't like it?" asked Dorothy. "It's possible, you know. And then I'll have that mental agony to deal with later. I don't want that."
"Mental agony? You sound like you're applying for a divorce. I'm good, Dorothy, I'm good. I've been telling you that for years. But you won't listen."
"I just told you, I want proof. What kind of proof can you give me? Testimony? Fern wouldn't speak for you."
"Bull-"
"Statistical? What's the percentage of times you can get it up, Charlie? What do you bat? How many homers? Runs batted in?"
"Very funny. I have no trouble. But I'm not sure I even WANT to take a castrator like you to bed with me."
"I'm not a castrator. I'm a realist. Once is not enough for me, Charlie. I'm used to good sex and a lot of it. And I'm glad to say that Ralphie is following in Roger's expert footsteps. I've had the best, Charlie. Think you can match it?"
She was wondering if she was scaring her big brother off. She would have never had the nerve to say these things years ago. She would always just quietly adore him and listen to his many tales of sexual conquest and be jealous. Now that he really wanted her, she was going to make it as difficult as possible. It would test his character, if nothing else, she thought.
She wanted to make him prove himself in bed. She wanted from her brother Charlie better than the best.
But she was willing to wait for him too. Like with any other, man, she wanted to be no easy number.
So she waited. He made no more sexual play for her that night. Nor was there' any more sexual banter exchanged. Charlie left disconsolate.
Dorothy wondered what the next step would be. She waited. And waited. He didn't come back that week. Charlie didn't come back till the following week.
The same exchange took place. And again Dorothy gave her elder brother a hard time. She was just testing him. She was seeing what his staying power was. She was testing the degree of his perseverance in pursuing a woman.
She was proud of Charlie. Charlie did not give up. Of course, being Dorothy's brother, she could hardly have rejected him anyway. Maybe as a potential lover, but never as a brother.
Still, his male ego was hurt, so Dorothy took it as a healthy, masculine sign that he continued to persevere.
That time, he got nowhere with her either. He merely rubbed his crotch again. Dorothy knew from studying the size of his basket over the years that her brother had at least an average-sized cock. Whether it exceeded normal proportions, however, was still a mystery.
Dorothy thought it over, and decided that next time she would fuck him. She thought she'd tortured him long enough.
But she let him think the seduction of his sister was his own idea. He talked a lot and she said yes to everything, and he felt very strong and sure of himself.
That was when he made his first pass. Directly. "Aw, Sis, I want you," he said. "I really do. You won't be sorry. I'll give you the very best."
She'd been batting her eyelashes at him all evening and sitting in seductive poses. She pretended to unconsciously rub her left breast, as if there were an itch on the nipple. When she poured his coffee, she rubbed up against him in a gesture of sisterly affection.
As she sat down, she spread her thighs far apart. She couldn't help it. Charlie couldn't see her, since the table and tablecloth concealed her twat.
He was really turning her on, and she knew she must have him. But she refused to make a direct appeal. That would be compromising.
So she continued to flirt and drag her tail like a peacock across the room, purr and rub like a sensual pussycat, until her brother Charlie couldn't stand it any longer.
He rose to his feet, his cock rising conspicuously in his pants, tenting up the material until it was impossible to ignore.
He held out his hands. "Come to me, Dorothy. See what you do to me?"
She didn't come, but merely looked at him, then looked at his very erect, clothed cock. And since Mohammed wasn't going to the mountain, the mountain had to go to Mohammed. Charlie came steadily forward, his arms and his stiff prick extended straight out.
Dorothy waited, patiently and excitedly. Her only complaint was that he took too long in getting there.
When he arrived, she rose from her chair and took her brother in her arms. They embraced like sister and brother. Then they embraced like long-lost lovers. Which indeed they were, if you started counting from the bathtub days of early childhood. They were not unlike May and Ralphie.
"Take me to your bedroom," crooned Charlie, coming up for breath from his first passionate kiss with his sister.
Dorothy was panting. "I can't, dear brother. You see, I think my husband and daughter are occupying that one. They've been booked for a week you know. It's kind of the Presidential suite of our house."
Charlie looked crestfallen. "Well, what do you suggest?"
"Well, let me check the reservations for May's bedroom" She unentwined herself from Charlie's arms, hands and fingers, pulled his cock out of her crotch like a plug, and marched dizzily up the stairs to survey the situation.
Charlie watched her ascend the staircase. She looked like an angel, her voluptuous curves obvious under her clothing. She wore a tight white Indian blouse, long-sleeved and transparent, with beautiful red and the blue embroidery across the bust. Her legs were clothed in white tie yoga pants. His hand dipped to his erection. He rubbed it mightily, sighing in anxious anticipation of the big lay ahead. The momentous laying of his sister. The laying on, or in, of his cock.
He watched her swaying hips as she mounted the top of the staircase. Then she disappeared to the left.
He heard her rap on a door and open it. Then her footsteps grew loud again. She appeared at the top railing and leaned over. Far. He knew, had he been on her level, he would have gotten a most magnificent view of her extraordinary tits.
But unfortunately he was no angel. Nor a bird. He would have to content himself with the real thing later.
His sister was beckoning to him. "Come up," she was saying. "May's bedroom is free."
"Oh, wonderful," said Charlie, making his way to the stairs. As he reached the top, Dorothy extended a hand to him. Arm in arm, and laughing like two children, they went off to the bedroom. They heard sounds of sex coming from the master bedroom.
"Can I peek through the keyhole?" begged Charlie. Visions of an encounter with his niece were already forming in his head. He wanted to see what the little girl looked like naked in the sack. And with her father too!
"Come, come," said Dorothy, pulling him inside the bedroom. "That can come later." She was just a bit jealous. Here she was, about to fuck her brother for the first time, and already the old codger was lusting after her daughter. You can't win, she thought.
Though she was hurt, she felt challenged as well. She would have to give him an excellent performance. To keep him coming and to keep him coming back, back to Dorothy's sack.
"Oh, run your hands over my tits," she said breathlessly, throwing back her head and letting her hair fall over her shoulders.
The invitation was too much for Charlie. He quickly forgot all about May and began the seduction of Dorothy.
Not only did he pass his hands over her lovely tits, he passed his warm mouth over them too. She nearly passed out with the erotic pleasure of having her brother's lips on her breasts after so many years of waiting. It had been a long buildup.
She was ready. She accommodated him further by pulling up her blouse and yanking up the cups of her bra, so now both were in a collar around her neck.
Her lovely tits were unleashed and fell massively to her chest.
"Ahhhhh, how beautiful," he exclaimed, and she figured he meant it. He grabbed the full, fleshy things and began massaging in earnest. It was a breathtaking sight. Her tits were prominent and protruding. Charlie wanted to bury himself alive in them. They were like dunes, and he wanted to slide down them. His lips went to them again, and gave her little hickies, little love bites, all over them. When he was through, he figured she'd look like she had the measles. After many minutes of sucking, he finally got around to the nipples.
He couldn't wait to get his cock stuffed between those massive tits. He wanted her to face him in bed, doggy style, and before she'd eat him off, he wanted to grab those hanging tits and shove his big dick between them, pushing them together around his cock.
The fantasy was too much. Brother told sister to hold her arms up while he peeled off her upper clothing. Before she could lower her arms, he got a tongue swipe at her underarms, slightly fringed with stubble.
He pulled the tie of her yoga pants, and they fell down to her knees. He pulled her lacy panties down, and there was the incredible cunt of his little sister.
Wow!
His hand went right to her bush. He ran his fingers through her curls. The pubic hair was knotty, but soft, as he liked it. One finger automatically sawed the cunt lips open. Back and forth, back and forth he rubbed it, till he felt her wetness.
"Mmmmmmm," he said, and grinned. Dorothy thought he looked painfully boyish. Going, going, gone was that salesman facade, and in its place was the tender look of a youngster, having sex for the first time.
Dorothy liked that look.
She spread her thighs and let him saw through her cunt to his heart's content. Then when he started aiming a finger up her juicily wet cunt hole, she arched her back and thrust her pelvis forward, squatting to accommodate that delicious finger.
"Ohhhhhhhh," she moaned. "Oh, do it, do it, oh please, Charlie," she moaned. She wove back and forth. Her tits bobbed with the motion.
Charlie bent to suck her left tit again, while his fingers continued to probe her. He'd always wanted to explore her cunt. He'd always wanted to know his sister sexually.
Another hand dropped to her firm thigh and pinched and squeezed the tight, firm flesh. He couldn't wait to get his cock between them. He couldn't wait till he felt his sister's legs thrown about his back and her heels pounding his asscheeks. He wanted to feel Dorothy's nails gouge his back.
He wanted her temperature to go up, up. He wanted to send his dick flying up her pussy. He wanted his cock to taste her thick cunt juices. He wanted to plow in and out of her, set her cunt on fire.
He threw her on the bed. He could no longer restrain himself. Dorothy, too, was out of her mind. She groped blindly for his zipper and began yanking it down.
The zipper got caught, however, and Charlie, in his eagerness to be rid of his pants, ripped them off. They both laughed loudly. They were off in a flash. Dorothy pulled his shorts off. His big and beautiful cock exploded into view.
Dorothy gasped. It was a more-than-adequate, thick and meaty cock, one that would fill her completely.
She couldn't wait for that. It was more than she'd bargained for.
She stepped out of her white yoga pants that had been draped around her ankles. And out of her panties.
Now she was free. She stepped onto the bed, and while her brother still stood alongside, admiring her, she thrust her hot little pussy into his face. She wanted him to suck on it so bad.
Charlie dipped his tongue into her honeypot. Dorothy held apart her pussy lips, so he could zero right in on her clit.
Her clit rose when it was petted and whipped around so marvelously by her brother's thick and patient tongue.
"Ohhhhhh," moaned his sister weakly, closing her eyes and leaning her head back, to give herself over to the reamings of her brother's tongue.
As he continued to rub his tongue against her soft pussy flesh, he sucked also. He sucked on her clit and aroused it to fever pitch. "Ohhhhhh," she moaned again, unable to contain her passion any longer.
She humped herself against his tongue. She rubbed her groin hard up and down against his hot, wet mouth. She felt his beard scrape her sensitive pussy skin. It turned her on more.
"Oh, honey, you're a honey of a brother. That feels so damn good, so damn good, I can't tell you."
From her position, she could not reach down and grab his cock, which she wanted to do. So she stood on one foot, on the mattress, and played with it with the toes of the other foot.
She finally caught it between her big toe and the next toe and rubbed it full length, till it dropped from her odd grasp. Then she toed his balls. He groaned. It was enough to keep him in a state of animated suspension. His cock stood at attention, ready to go.
Charlie continued eating her, till she was nearly on the verge of orgasm.
Then he tripped her and she fell headlong and laughing onto the bed. He tumbled on top of her.
He couldn't wait to plunge his cock into her. He tasted the sweaty juices of her chest, of the cleavage between her tit mounds.
He pushed her legs up and held onto her thighs, pressing them back to push out her whole lovely hairy groin to his view. His cockhead rubbed her pussy portals and forced its way in. She was dripping.
He pressed his advantage. He pushed his big prick all the way into her cunt channel.
"Ohhhhhhh, Charlie," moaned his sister. "You're home at last! I feel your sweet big cock all the way up! Oh, fuck me, Charlie, fuck me!"
That was just what Charlie was waiting to hear. He withdrew his cock and thrust it hard into her again. He fucked her hairy hole, plunging in and pulling out, dripping with her juices. He reached down to play with her erect little clit. He helped pull her pussy lips apart, so the shaft of his prick could rub against it. She moaned her appreciation.
He grasped her asscheeks and clenched them tightly. He pinched her flesh there, loving the feel of the womanly flesh in his fingers.
Then he plowed home. He thrust and thrust till her orgasm burst out of her groin, carrying with it the spasms and the juices of utter fulfillment.
As Dorothy was still moaning and whimpering her pleasure, Charlie kept thrusting, slowly at first, then faster and faster, until he was driving his cock home furiously.
He trembled in pleasure and his jism poured out of him. He filled her up till she was running over with his milky come.
He kept fucking until he was empty. Her tight cunt muscles squeezed him dry.
He fell on top of her, burying his face in her breast flesh. He was soon snoring.
Dorothy rubbed his back. She scratched his back lightly with her fingernails. She held Charlie tight across his massive shoulders.
It was good to be holding her brother tight. It was good to have him in her arms.
She heard her daughter tiptoe barefoot down the hall to the bathroom. Dorothy smiled serenely. Both mother and daughter were being fulfilled that night. Only poor Ralphie was alone.
She felt badly for him. When there were other couples fucking in the house, other fucking couples, that is, it was always hard to be odd man out. She would have to go in and comfort him later.
She heard May return to the master bedroom. The door closed.
Charlie stirred in his sleep. She kissed him on his soft lips. He kissed her back and fell asleep again.
He was exhausted. And he was sleeping soundly. It was a deep, relaxing sleep.
When he awoke, it was with a start. "Whew!" he said, raising his head and rubbing his eyes. He rolled off Dorothy. She rubbed his smooth, solid bicep with the back of her hand. Then his dormant prick.
"What's the matter?" she asked him warmly.
"Nothing," was his answer. "Except that I better be going. Gee, I was sleeping so soundly, and suddenly I had another incredibly erotic dream."
"That's nice," said Dorothy, convinced it was the aftermath of their fuck.
"Well-" began Charlie. He was going to tell her, then changed his mind. "I better get dressed."
Dorothy was glad he was going. She was anxious to get in with her son. If Ralphie was going to have wet dreams that night, she wanted to be there to receive them. She thought that's what a good mother should do.
She dozed off while Charlie dressed, and didn't hear May get up again and go downstairs for something to eat. Sex with her father gave her a gigantic appetite. Her midnight visits to the icebox were now an institution.
Charlie opened the bedroom door. His sister opened her eyes and smiled. She reached out her arms. "Come say good night to me, brother dear. It's been such a pleasant visit." Her hand rubbed all over her lovely, mature body. She felt so sensuous.
Charlie came back, planted two kisses on her, one on her lips, and one on her pussy bush, and waved good-bye. Dorothy dozed again. She didn't hear the voices downstairs.