Chapter 3
Sugar lay there a long time, staring into the darkness, thinking. Uncle Ben had frightened her, there was no denying that. She couldn't say for sure exactly what might have happened, how far he might have gone if her mother hadn't arrived home and come into the bedroom at that precise moment.
Sugar wanted to be fair. As a child, Uncle Ben had been one of her very favorite people. She even remembered how he'd always give her something nice for her birthdays and at Christmas. When she was very young, he used to dress up as Santa. She wanted him to remain as one of her favorite people and hoped that she could forget that disagreeableness with him tonight.
After all, maybe he shouldn't be blamed entirely. She had no right to let him see her walking around dressed so revealingly. As her mother said, she was no longer a seven- or eight-year-old. Come to think of it, she might even be responsible for exciting him, for making him act the way he did by throwing her arms around him and kissing him with so much enthusiasm. She must never act that way toward him again. She must never let him see her so scantily dressed.
As she continued to lie there, she wondered how long he would stay with them. As she remembered, whenever he came to see them in the past, when her father and mother were still married, Uncle Ben's visits always lasted a couple of weeks, sometimes a month or more. She had mixed feelings about that. She'd like him to live with them for a while, because with him around, it might curtail her mother's outside activities. In fact, it might make things easier all around if Uncle Ben contributed to the household expenses. But on the other side of the coin, it would mean Sugar would not have the same freedom around the house. She couldn't just come in after work and throw off her things. She'd have to be careful how she dressed, and she'd have to make doubly sure she did nothing to arouse him, especially when she was in the apartment alone with him.
Sugar couldn't say for certain whether or not she had dozed off. But she suddenly was aware of a silence coming from the kitchen that was even louder than the sound of the loud talking and laughing they'd been making earlier. She sat up in bed and listened. She could hear what sounded like faint, muffled snoring. She wondered if it could be possible that they had both drunk themselves to sleep at the kitchen table. If so, she'd better get up and see her mother got into bed, and Uncle Ben was made comfortable on the divan in the living room.
Sugar got out of bed quietly and put on her heavy bathrobe. Then she tiptoed out of the bedroom, through the living room to the doorway of the kitchen. There she halted with the same sort of startled gasp she'd made that night she saw that man screwing her mother on the divan.
Except that this was different, far worse. Uncle Ben was seated on one of the straight-backed kitchen chairs, with his trousers and shorts at half-mast. Her mother, her panties off, dress opened in front to expose her tits and her skirt hiked up around her waist, was straddling his lap. Sugar couldn't see Uncle Ben's dong because it was hidden somewhere in her mother's dense black bush. Whether it was hard or soft, Sugar couldn't tell, either. But from the mess smearing the insides of her mother's bare legs, he must have ejaculated, and then while waiting for him to get hard again, they had both fallen asleep.
Shocked and disgusted, her insides threatening to retch at the thought that her mother had engaged in sexual intercourse with her own brother, Sugar backed away from the kitchen door until she was halfway across the living room. Then she turned and ran into the John, where she puked up her insides, after which she got back into bed and cried herself to sleep.
Sugar was right. Uncle Ben played it strictly according to form and stayed on with her and her mother, setting up permanent residence on the divan in the living room. However, it worked out much better than Sugar had figured.
Uncle Ben was an itinerant, card-holding bartender, and since Ella was on good terms with the head of the local union and the cocktail lounge where she worked needed a relief bartender, it also put him in a favorable position to line up customers for her.
Even though Uncle Ben dropped most of his salary on the horses and matching for drinks, he still brought home enough to help pay some of the bills and take some of the pressure off Sugar and her mother. It also meant that Sugar wasn't restricted as much as she thought she might be, with him living in the same apartment with them, because she was never at home with him alone.
As far as the incestuous relationship between her mother and uncle was concerned, that went on unabated. Invariably the two of them would come home from work, both drunk, and when they felt in the mood, which was quite often, Ella would curl up with her brother on the divan. Sugar would pretend she was asleep, even when her mother on rare occasions would check in on her. But she'd lie there and listen to the two of them fucking away like husband and wife instead of brother and sister.
From the fragments of conversation that Sugar overheard, this was no new thing for them. It started way back when her mother was sixteen and her uncle just turned fourteen...
Ella came home after school one day, to find a note from her mother. The note said that Ella's father had taken the day off and they'd gone to visit relatives and wouldn't be home until late that night. Which meant Ella and her brother Ben would be alone in the house all that day.
Ella had often helped her mother bathe Ben when he was very young, and became fascinated with the little tassel that hung down between his legs. Several times when her mother left the room, Ella would slip a hand under the water and examine the tiny morsel. Each time she did, it caused a strange excitement between her legs and in her budding breasts.
When finally Ben began to develop, their mother wouldn't let Ella watch or help with his bath anymore. She said they were both getting too old for such intimacies. It only tended to whet Ella's curiosity. She knew Ben was getting curious, too. She'd watch how he'd ogle her maturing titties when she wore a particularly tight sweater, or sat close by him in the living room watching TV in only a sheer nightie and see-through negligee. Until her mother or her father would chase her back to her room to "put on something decent." At other times she'd detect a slight bulge in his trousers when she'd purposely cross her legs and allow him a generous view of her bare thighs above the tops of her stockings.
Now, finally, on this day they would be alone together. Completely alone. Ella grew more and more horny just thinking about the possibilities that the day presented, particularly since she knew that at fourteen, boys normally reach puberty.
By the time Ben came home from school, she had worked herself up to a fever pitch. But she knew that she'd have to be extremely careful how she handled the situation. If she became too aggressive, too obvious, she just might frighten him off. She'd have to play him along slowly, make him the aggressor, or at least make him give her an excuse.
Feeling the way she did, it wasn't easy for her to treat him with the same casualness she ordinarily did when he came home from school. But she carried it off convincingly enough as she told him where their parents had gone and that they'd be alone for the rest of the day.
"I'm glad you're home, though," she concluded. "I'd like to take a bath and didn't want to take one all alone in the house. But now that you're home ..."
"What the dickens you taking a bath in the afternoon for?" Ben asked.
"Girls like to feel clean," she told him. "When did you last have a bath?"
"This morning. Mom made me take one before I went to school."
"Well, I didn't have one and I want one now." She turned her back to him. "Unzip the back of my dress."
He did as she asked, and she allowed the dress to slide down a little way, baring her shoulders and back to him. She turned her head and glanced at him over her shoulder. She could see by his expression it had served her purpose. He'd never be satisfied with seeing only that much of her bare flesh.
"I'll start getting dinner ready right after my bath," she said as she walked away from him and started up the stairs, allowing the top of the dress to gradually and tantalizingly slide down farther and farther until her back was almost completely bared to him. She paused at the top of the stairs to turn and look down at him, momentarily giving him a brief flash of the tittie flesh bulging over the top of her bra.
"If you want milk or anything," she quipped, with a carefully concealed smile, "you know where to find it."
Then she continued to the bathroom. When she got inside, she left the door open just a crack, wide enough for him to look in. She waited and listened. Sure enough, just as she had figured and hoped, he was coming up the stairs, very stealthily.
The tingling sensation in her virginal loins was so acute, she had to clench her thighs tightly together. She waited until she heard him just outside the door. Then, giving no hint that she even knew he was there, she stood in the center of the tile floor and worked her dress down over her hips and let it fall into a wrinkled pool around her ankles. She stepped out of the dress and bent forward to pick it up, making sure that her brother got a full view of her voluptuous young tits that almost tumbled out of her bra cups. She could just imagine his cock stretching out and starting to throb, the way she'd seen it do several times when she did something provocative to excite him.
She posed there a moment before the full-length wall mirror, in only her long, black hair falling in soft swirls below her shoulders. She gave him ample time to feast his eyes on her prematurely developed body, her long, lovely, milk-white legs.
Her bare feet were small and pale as a pair of doves, while through the sheen of her nylon panties, her asscheeks were well-defined yet still delightfully girlish. At the edge of her panties on each side of her slit, her pubic hair curled out, black and crisp.
Reaching up behind her, she unfastened the snaps at the back of her bra and let it slide down her arms. She could hear his uncontrolled breathing as she turned to face him. Still giving no evidence that she knew he was watching, Ella playfully cupped her breasts in her hands.
Though not yet fully developed, they certainly were big enough. Taut, white and blue-veined, they were capped with big, succulent, bright-pink nipples just right for munching.
Still cupping her boobs, she moved closer to the mirror, giggling and making suggestive shapes with her mouth, trying to look as sexy as she could. She pressed her hardened pink nipples against the mirrored duplicates, gently rubbing them back and forth over the smooth surface. Her long hair swirled freely over her naked, white, round shoulders like a shower of jet-black ink.
Finally Ella backed away from the mirror and, pulling the dressing stool close, lifted one leg and placed her foot on it so that her right knee turned out and away from her pussy. She knew that she was affording her brother a much better view of her black pubic hair that crept out from under her panties.
She could hear his breathing more audibly now from the other side of the door. She quickly stripped off her panties, tossed them onto the floor and replaced her foot on the stool, showing him the heavy black pelt, rich and luxurious, that grew between her legs. She wound her fingers into this rich nest, careful to avoid looking at the door that kept opening wider and wider, very slowly.
Very carefully, with tapered forefingers, Ella opened the tiny lips of her cunt that nestled in the center of her black bush, giving Ben his first glimpse of the glowing pink, glistening wet vestibule of her vulva.
The instant she heard his gasp, she decided she'd played her little game long enough. Bringing her foot down to the floor, she stepped quickly to the door and flung it open.
Ben stood there, chalk-faced, mouth open, eyes wide with sudden fright. Ella feigned shocked surprise and let out a shriek.
Ben shivered in an ecstasy of fear as he saw the strange, twisted expression on his sister's delicate features, her violet eyes blazing with a dangerous light. He turned on his heels and began to run through the long hallway.
Ella grabbed a towel from the rack, but without stopping to wrap it around herself, chased after him. Ben ducked into his own room and tried to slam the door closed. But Ella blocked it and pushed her way into the room.
"You devil," she pretended severely. "You little devil, you were watching me undress."
"I didn't mean to," he cried out and tried to scoot around to the far side of the bed.
"But you did!" she pointed out and went after him. She caught up with him and being older and bigger and much stronger than he, she easily wrestled him down onto the floor.
She pinioned him there on his back and knelt astride him with her exposed crotch just above his face. "You saw me," she said, trying to control her own excitement. "Now I'm going to look at you."
"No!"
She paid no attention but slowly unzipped his fly, reached inside and brought out his boyish penis.
"I'm gonna tell Mama when she comes home," he threatened as he squirmed and kicked his legs in the air, trying to get away from her.
"You do and I'll tell her you watched while I was undressing in the bathroom," she countered as she carefully inspected his rigid prick. Even though, at fourteen, it hadn't yet attained its full size, it certainly had grown considerably since those days when she helped her mother bathe him. It still had the same wrinkled foreskin covering its purplish-red head, and it still caused her the same excitement in her hot little pussy.
With the same care with which she had parted her delicate cuntlips, Ella, using only the tips of her fingers, peeled his foreskin back gently, until a part of the velvet like knob peeked out like the pinched end of a red balloon. Then she licked the palm of her right hand, grasped his cock just below the corona and began to masturbate him with deliberate slowness.
He continued to struggle for a few moments, then gradually his protests grew less and less as the sensation of having his prick flogged for the first time began to take hold.
Ella glanced down at him over her shoulder. "Doesn't that feel good?"
"Umm," was all he could manage as he stared up at her open cunt just above his face.
"You smell funny," he muttered.
She put her nose to the tip of his cock. "You're not lily of the valley yourself." Her hand began moving faster and faster. "I'm going to see if I can make you come."
He didn't argue. The feeling she was bringing him was too beautiful, as his own hands began to move.
She could feel first one hand, then the other creeping up the insides of her widespread thighs as she continued to straddle him. Now his fingers were probing her cunt curiously, venturing cautiously inside. The sensation made her pause a moment and moan.
"Up front," she murmured. "No...the other way. There's a little nut-shaped mound. Ooh...you found it! Oh, right there! Tickle, but with just your fingertips. Softer. Ooh, like that. Oh, Ben, just like that!"
She resumed pumping on his prick again, faster, until fist and cock became a blur. She felt her first orgasm catching hold. She rode the waves of it tightly, her hand never missing a stroke as the sensation of her climax raged through her. She heard him squeal.
"Oh, Ella, I feel all funny!" he cried out. "Something...something's gonna happen!"
And something did happen.
His cock swelled up and began to thump. When he began to ejaculate, Ella drew all the foreskin all the way back and held him that way, directing the spurts of cum straight up, so that they fell back into the bath towel she'd placed across his belly.
Even before his cock stopped its coughing, Ella pressed down on him so that her wet, girlish cunt massaged his face. Ben started to object. But she filled his mouth with the hot juice and soft, warm flesh of her cunt, inviting his tongue to lash out at her clit and bring her a second mind-joggling orgasm.
It wasn't long afterward that their parents left them alone again. At least Ben thought they were going to be alone, until he returned home from school to find that Ella had brought along a girl friend. Her name was Tina, and she was closer to Ben's age than to Ella's. In fact, Ella found out that Tina had a mad crush on Ben, which fit very nicely into Ella's plans.
Tina was a natural blonde, very pretty. Unfortunately, Tina's body had not developed at the same rate as her sexual appetite. At fourteen, her breasts were little more than mere bumps and her mons had barely begun to sprout a blonde fuzz.
Ella told Ben that she'd brought Tina home to help her with her school work, which seemed reasonable to Ben since the blonde girl was not the brightest student at school. However, Ben hadn't been home very long before he found out that Ella had brought Tina home for an entirely different purpose.
It was never clearly brought out in any of Ella's or Ben's reminiscences how it happened. But it didn't take long before the three of them were naked and inspecting each other's genitals. What Ben claimed amazed him most of all was that Tina was such a willing participant. Until he found out that she had an older cousin who had been screwing her since she was twelve.
Ben saw further method in Ella's planning. From that first day when she masturbated him, he'd coaxed Ella to let him do it to her the real way. She admitted that she wanted it that way, too. But she told him she was afraid. Even if he pulled out of her at the last minute, she said she'd heard they'd be taking a chance of her being caught. Since they were brother and sister, the results could be tragic.
The solution: Tina had brought along several condoms that she got from her cousin.
The three of them got in bed and Ben sprawled out on his back, his cock standing up rigid as an asparagus stalk. Tina let Ben kiss her tiny titties and finger her surprisingly large pussy. Then she took the rubber sheath and with fingers that were incredibly light and knowledgeable, she fitted it over Ben's hard-on. After it was on, she assumed the above position and, with Ella holding his cock up straight as if it were a stake that Tina was going to drive home with her cunt, the blonde girl lowered herself to him. He slid into her as easily as a hot knife going through a brick of lard, all the way, right to his balls. Then she began to batter his belly with her own, up and down, up and down like monkey on a greased pole-until his balls exploded and shot a volley of scalding cum into the condom inside her spasming cunt.
Ella just sat there in frustration as she watched Tina dismount, peel the sheath off Ben's cock, tie a knot in the condom and place it aside. It looked as if Ella's so carefully laid plan had backfired. But Tina, the far more experienced of the trio despite her age, had another surprise in store.
"This is how I get my cousin hard again when we want it a second time," she said, and without the least hesitation or self-consciousness she took hold of Ben's shriveled cock down near his nuts and lifted it to her lips. She licked it clean, even to digging her tongue under the foreskin. Then she placed her golden hand on his right thigh and with his cock in her mouth, she began sucking.
Maybe it was because he was so young, but in no time at all his cock began swelling out, more and more, until it was back to full size. Then Tina fitted another condom over it, and he was ready to go again with Ella. Only this time Ella laid down and he got on top, and while Tina fingered his asshole and joggled his balls, he brought his nymphomaniac sister the satisfaction she craved with her first honest-to-gosh fuck.
After that, according to the things that Sugar overheard them say in their drunken passion, nature simply took its normal course. They screwed, masturbated, performed cunnilingus and fellatio as a regular part of their incestuous relationship. Where Tina might have fit into their plans was an unanswered question, because shortly after she helped them perform their first fuck, her family moved away and took her with them. But there were others, many others to take her place-girls for Ben, men for Ella. Still, they remained each other's favorite bed partner.
From what Sugar heard Ben say, he wasn't too happy when Ella married Frank Kane. In fact, he stayed away from the Kane household for more than a year, until after Sugar was born. Only then did he begin visiting the family again, taking care of his sister's sexual needs when her husband was out of town.
One thing her mother and her uncle never talked about was whether Sugar's father ever knew of their sexual affinity. But as Sugar remembered it, Uncle Ben packed his bags very hurriedly one day about five years ago and made fast tracks out of the city. He never showed his moon face again, not even during the divorce proceedings, until the night when Sugar opened the door and saw him standing in the corridor.
As much as it sickened Sugar to know all these things, she never mentioned a word about them to either her mother or her Uncle Ben. Not only because she knew it would do no good, but mainly because she had such a short time to wait until graduation from high school. Then, following the short business course she was planning, she could get herself a decent, full-time job that would enable her to move out and get a place of her own, so she could launch a brand-new life for herself. Meantime, she'd simply have to close her eyes and ears and hopefully her mind to what was going on around her and try to pretend she knew nothing about it.
It wasn't easy. But Sugar managed to endure the sordid situation at home, until the night before graduation, when she would go to a dance at one of the local fraternity houses with Yale Ordway.
Because of what she'd seen of the male of the species in her own home-from her father to her uncle to the men her mother entertained-Sugar had been doubly careful of her own relationship with the opposite sex. Not that she didn't go out with boys on occasions. She did, but always she made damn sure it remained on a purely platonic basis, which most of the time wasn't as easy as it might sound, particularly in view of the reputation her mother had earned for herself during the divorce trial, a reputation that most of the people in town seemed reluctant to forget.
Only toward Yale Ordway did Sugar feel differently, possibly because her only relationship with him had been from a distance, since she had only been a sophomore at Beverly Hills High School at the time he was graduating. Until he met her a couple of days ago, during a brief visit by him to campus, and out of the clear blue asked her to go to the dance with him, they'd never spoken to each other. But that hadn't kept her from having a mild crush on him, which in itself was not unusual. Up until the time he graduated and went east to the big, important university that his parents had selected for him, there were few girls on campus who didn't get wet pants just thinking about him. Because Yale Ordway had an awful lot of things going for him.
Not only was he a big, good-looking hunk of male with shoulders that were big even without the shoulder pads he wore while starring at quarterback for the high-school varsity, but he had been valedictorian of his graduating class and held down no small reputation as the Don Juan on campus. As if that wasn't enough-his family was loaded!
His old man owned De Moiselle Boutique, one of Beverly Hills' foremost ladies' shop for exclusive, designer fashions. A woman couldn't even begin to open a charge account in the place unless she could flash a bank balance of five figures or more.
Understandably, Sugar was overwhelmed when, after he was home from college only a few days, Yale chose her out of all the girls in town to go to the dance with him. Understandably, too, she was excited beyond words when she got ready that night for her first date with him. She stayed in the John in the apartment for almost an hour, bathing, arranging her long, chestnut hair, dousing herself with perfume that she'd drawn five dollars out of her meager savings account to buy.
"What the hell're you doing in there?" her mother finally demanded as she banged on the bathroom door. "Don't you think anybody else wants to get in there?"
"Be right out, Mother," Sugar called out, then hurriedly put on the brand-new, flesh-colored bra and panties set that she got as a Christmas gift and had been saving to wear for graduation. But she decided to put it on tonight for this all-important date with Yale and wear it again tomorrow night for commencement exercises.
After slipping her feet into her sandals, Sugar took a final look at herself in the full-length mirror on the back of the door. The way the soft flesh of her breasts overflowed the top of the bra and the transparent panties clung to her crotch, Sugar knew now she should have exchanged them for a larger size. She hadn't realized she'd developed that much in just six months. If her tits grew much more, they'd be even bigger than her mother's. But there was little she could do about it at this late date. She'd be meeting Yale in less than half an hour and she had to finish dressing. So she opened the door and stepped into the adjoining bedroom, where she found her mother in a silk Mandarin shortie kimono that showed her still-gorgeous, bare gams, waiting for her.
"Well, will you look at the Princess!" her mother exclaimed, eyeing her head to foot. "You must be looking forward to a really big night."
"I told you, Mother, I'm going to a dance," Sugar reminded her.
Her mother smiled wisely. "You look like you're going to do a hell of a lot more than dance in that costume. I want your uncle to see you."
"Mother-no!" Sugar cried resentfully. "Wait'll I put my dress on."
She started to go past her mother, toward the closet where her dress was hanging. But her mother caught her wrist and called out, "Ben!"
"Mother-I'm not dressed," Sugar begged indignantly.
"You had less on the night your uncle first came home," Ella reminded her. "Ben-come in here!"
Uncle Ben already was on his way. A moment later he appeared in the doorway, his mouth open, eyes bugging out of his moon face. "Christ!"
"Isn't she something?" Ella asked her brother.
"Jeez-is she ever!" he gasped.
Sugar couldn't help but follow her mother's eyes to the protrusion in the right leg of Uncle Ben's trousers. The way the material stuck out, it looked as if he had a twelve-inch ruler underneath.
"Your uncle is really impressed," her mother declared with a smile.
"I ... I think you're both terrible!" Sugar retorted, on the verge of tears in her embarrassment as she broke the grip her mother had on her wrist and hurried toward the closet.
"Oh, for Christ's sake," her mother remonstrated. "He's only your uncle."
"Not only that," Uncle Ben tacked on, suddenly sounding more like a father. "It's about time you started growing up. You want to take your damned cherry to the grave with you?"
Sugar was forced to bite her lips to keep from crying out, her belly churning with sick humiliation and disgust. To think that her own mother would stand by and let him talk to her that way, even appear to be amused by it. It might have been excusable if her mother had been drunk. But for a change, neither she nor Uncle Ben were. They had to go to work in a little while so all they'd had were a couple of belts with their dinner.
Sugar shrank into the semidarkness of the deep walk-in closet and heard them laugh as they left the bedroom. She took a firm hold on her emotions, selected the dress she was planning to wear and pulled it on over her head.
She made sure they were back in the living room before she emerged from the closet. Reaching behind herself, she pulled up the zipper at the back of the dress, then stepped to the vanity to see how she looked in the mirror.
The dress she had on was a simple sheath of white cotton pique with all-over "nailhead" flocking, corded braid, scalloped collar and button-trimmed bodice. It was neat but right "off the rack" inexpensive. Unfortunately, it was the best Sugar could afford, since, like the perfume and white heels she was wearing, it came out of her savings.
Like the bra and panties, she'd been saving it to wear tomorrow night at the graduation dance. But again, going out with Yale Ordway was of equal importance, so she had decided to wear it on both occasions.
It was almost eight by the time Sugar had finished dressing. Then, with a final appraisal of herself in the mirror and a daub of rouge on her lips, she was ready to meet Yale, who would be waiting for her outside in his car.
"Oh boy!" Uncle Ben exclaimed, ogling Sugar as she came into the living room. "I sure wish you were my date for tonight."
"Uncle Ben's right," her mother agreed. "You look very pretty."
"Thank you," was Sugar's response.
"Who is this Joe you're going out with tonight?" Uncle Ben asked, with uncharacteristic concern.
"You wouldn't know him," Sugar replied. It wasn't that she was necessarily ashamed of her mother and Uncle Ben, but she knew that Yale Ordway came from an entirely different kind of a family, pillars of society, highly respected. She was deathly afraid that if she had asked him to meet her mother and uncle, they might say the wrong thing and drive him away. For all the world, she didn't want that to happen. Even if she never went out with Yale again in her life, she wanted this one night to remember.
Uncle Ben turned to his sister as if suddenly duty-stricken. "You gonna let a kid like her go out with some character you don't know nothing about?"
"A little while ago, you told me to grow up," Sugar reminded him as she started across the living room toward the front door, clutching her white purse and white lace gloves.
"You mean, you're gonna let her go, just like that?" Uncle Ben demanded of his sister indignantly. Obviously he was much less concerned about Sugar's welfare than about the possibility of somebody getting into her instead of him.
In answer to her brother's question, Ella shrugged narrow shoulders under her silk kimono and declared, "Like she said, Ben, she's no kid. She'll be eighteen her next birthday. And long before I was eighteen ..."
Sugar didn't wait for her mother to continue. With a brief good-bye, she opened the door and went out.