Chapter 8
Archie pulled up into the driveway. He whistled softly. Some house. It looked like a mansion to him-heavily landscaped, manicured yard, a big two story house set way back. "Wow," he said.
He was halfway to the door when he saw the movement of the curtains in the window and she was running out to meet him. She leaped at him, throwing her arms around his neck.
"Archie, Archie," she screamed.
"Hi, Bonnie Jean," he said, and pushed her back so he could look at her.
Bonnie Jean had changed, or maybe he hadn't seen her at all when she came to visit him. She was a big woman, almost five-ten, but she wasn't fat, slim, actually. She had a nice figure with high, bouncy tits, and she was prettier than Archie remembered. Her hair was dark, almost black. He could see the family resemblance.
"Aw, Archie," she said, and kissed him.
They walked arm in arm to the house. It was even more impressive on the inside.
"Boy, what's-his-face must do all right. I still hate the dirty...."
"Archie, please," Bonnie Jean said.
"Okay," Archie said with a grin. "Looks like you're in the chips."
"He knows how to make money."
"Yeh, I guess so."
Archie saw a little boy come out from behind a big chair. "Who's that?"
"We call him Little Ack. He's really Darrell B. Ackerman, Jr. He's three."
Another one came out from behind the chair. He was wearing a diaper and seemed about to fall with each step.
"That's Donald. He's one and a half. David, the baby is asleep. David is six months."
"Christ, when does what's-his-name get time to make any money?"
Bonnie Jean laughed. "I probably shouldn't tell you this, but I'm pretty sure I'm that way again. Missed two months already."
"Aw, shit, Bonnie Jean, don't you know about birth control? What kind of animal is that horse's...."
Bonnie Jean put the tip of her fingers to Archie's mouth. "Don't...." she said. She stepped close and put her arms around him again and kissed him on the mouth. "God, I've missed you, Archie. After our last meeting I cried for two days or five hundred miles, whichever came first."
"I cried a little, too."
"Really?"
"Really."
"Goddam, I've really got a brother after all. You don't mind if I swear?"
"Hell, no. Swear to your heart's content, sis."
"Sis ... I love that. Ack won't let me swear, says it's crude. Shit, sometimes a person just has to swear."
Little Ack grabbed his mother's skirt. "Shit," he said.
"Don't say that, Ack, or your father will beat the shit out of you," she said.
Archie laughed. "I don't see how you take care of all this."
"Oh, I have all the help I want. Actually, I don't do much more than take care of the kids."
"Jesus, that's enough."
"Sit down and I'll make you a drink. Then I'll show the place to you."
"Are you happy, sis?" he asked.
"I'm not unhappy," she said, hesitantly. She was at the bar and had her back to him so he couldn't see her face, but he knew what that meant.
She came to the couch with two drinks and sat beside him.
"You didn't really answer my question," Archie said.
"I have everything, Archie. Why shouldn't I be happy?"
"Everything isn't everything," he said, and grinned at his own sagacity. He tasted his drink. "Geez, good stuff," he said.
"Everything Ack buys is good stuff. Let's not get serious, Arch; let's just enjoy each other.
Okay?"
"Okay," Archie said.
The finished their drinks and then she showed him around the house. Archie was very impressed. They ended up back in the huge living room, where Bonnie Jean made another round of drinks. They were on their fourth round when the baby started crying.
"There's David. Bet he's hungry. Wet, too," she said.
She finished her drink in one swallow and got up. The boys were playing in the other end of the room and she went over and picked up Donald and took little Ack's hand. "Nap time," she said.
"Where's all this help you talked about?" Archie asked.
"When you called, I gave everyone the rest of the day off. I'll be right back."
She was gone about fifteen minutes, and then returned with a fat baby in her arms. Archie was at the bar getting another drink.
"Make me one, too," she said. "He was wet, but he'd dry now, and hungry." She sat on the couch.
Archie made the drinks and put hers on the coffee table and sat down in a chair facing the sofa. "Where's the kid's drink?"
"Right here," Bonnie Jean said, and started to unbutton her blouse. She had a fat tit with a red, protruding nipple out in an instant and fed the nipple into the baby's mouth. The baby sucked with contentment. She held him tight and leaned forward for her drink.
Archie's face was red; he hadn't expected this. "You always have a drink when you feed the kid?"
"Not always," she said, taking a sip. "You don't approve?"
"No, I ... hell, I don't know. It's not my kid."
"Okay, I'll put the drink down." She put the drink back on the coffee table. "Come over and sit beside me."
Archie didn't move. He was embarrassed and felt kind of funny. It made him tingle a little, too, and that kind of frightened him.
"Oh, come on. Don't be an old prude," she snapped.
Archie got slowly to his feet, went over to the couch, and sat down. Not too close, though.
"Oh, slide over; don't be so bashful, we're grownups." Archie slid over, but he looked straight ahead. "Give me a sip of your drink." Archie held the glass to her lips. She took a big swallow and when he took the glass away, some splashed out and dripped from her chin to her breast. "Oh, Archie, that's cold, lick it off, don't waist it."
"Aw, Bonnie Jean, stop it," Archie said.
Bonnie Jean giggled. "Look at him go, Archie; he really likes sucking mamma's titties." She closed her eyes for a second and sighed. "I feel so good, Archie. I've had just enough booze to make me all mellow, and it gives me little chills to have a baby nursing on me. I hope I don't shock you, but it makes me kind of tingly, you know, down there." She gave a quick glance at her crotch.
Archie blushed, but felt himself getting turned on. He took a big slug from his drink and tried to fight it.
"Do you remember when I was about nine and we played house?"
"No," Archie said.
"I'll bet you do. You were almost fourteen and you knew a lot more about what we were doing than I did. You unbuttoned my blouse and tried to suck my titties. I didn't have any titties then, just little nipples. I have titties now, and big nipples. Do you want to suck my titties, Archie?"
"Aw, Christ, Bonnie Jean."
"Ack calls me Jean."
"Well, I call you Bonnie Jean," Archie snapped. He glanced down and saw that she opened her dress more and had the other tit exposed. It was round and looked smooth and soft. The nipple was puffed up and red, like a ripe cherry, and it was wet where milk had oozed out.
"Aw, shit, Bonnie, don't," he moaned.
"You used to call me Bonnie, when I was nine. Suck it, Archie, taste my milk. I want you to."
Archie felt a helpless feeling rush over him and bent down and took the wet, succulent nipple into his mouth. The milk flowed easily and he filled his mouth and swallowed. Bonnie sighed and caressed his head with her hand. Archie felt his cock swelling, straightening out, and pushing down his pantleg.
"Oooh, that feels nice, Archie, my baby, my big brother, my sweetheart," she moaned. God, honey, it used to excite me when you sucked on my tiny titties; it made me tingle all over. It's making me tingle now, honey, but the tingling is more localized. Goddamn, you're making me feel good. And remember the first time you put your hand in my pants? I didn't have any hair at all. I got so hot. I didn't know what was happening, really, but I know I liked it."
Archie had his eyes closed. He sucked gently, savoring the milk, savoring the thought. His cock was hard as a rock; he wanted her so bad, maybe more than he had ever wanted anyone. He remembered how he had wanted her back then, only she was too small and he couldn't get it in. Kids experimenting, playing at being grown up; Jesus, it was wonderful.
"Lots of times I lay in bed and think of when we used to lay out behind the garage in the tall grass and you would take my cotton panties off and play with my little pussy. God, it excited me so, Archie. You made me feel so good. And then one day you opened your pants and had me take out your prick. Remember?"
Archie remembered and it gave him a thrill. Then he felt her hand on his leg, felt it creep slowly up, rub lightly over his erect cock, and finally circle it through his pants and hold it tight.
"Ooooooh," Bonnie sighed, "I thought it was big then, but it's lots bigger now. After you had me feel it several times you made me get on my hands and knees and put it in my mouth. I remember I didn't want to, but I sucked it anyway, because I loved you. I still love you, Archie. Nothing happened, then; I sucked it for a long time and then we thought we heard mom and got scared. I'll bet something would happen if I did it now. Remember the first time you tried to put it in me, and...."
Archie raised up quickly. "Is he asleep?" he said.
Bonnie looked down at the baby on her breast. "Yes, he's asleep. His tummy is full and he's asleep. You're not asleep, but is your tummy full, Archie? My tummy's not full, but I wish it was."
"Put him in bed and come right back," Archie said.
She got to her feet and went to the nursery with the baby. Archie went to the bar and made himself another drink, a stiff one. In his wildest imaginings he had never thought his sister would act so bold, and stranger than that was his own reaction. He remembered all of the things she had told him, even though he had denied it. He remembered them and had thought of them many times. He finally admitted that he had fought with her last time he saw her because he was jealous; he didn't want that slimy little bastard fucking his sister; he wanted to be doing it himself.
Bonnie came back into the room and sat on the couch. She looked radiant. She had unbuttoned her dress down to her navel and both breasts hung free. She had gorgeous breasts.
"Come and sit down, Archie," she said, and picked up her drink from the coffee table.
Archie came quickly over and sat down. He put his arm around her and took a pull from his glass.
He held it up to her lips; she took a swallow.
"Let's start where we were," she said, and put her hand on his cock. "Mmmmm, you're still good and hard. Suck me some more."
Archie put his face against her succulent tits and pulled in a nipple. The milk flowed like honey.
"I was talking about the time you tried to ... to fuck me," she said. Her fingers had unzipped his pants and crept slowly inside. She put her whole hand in and wrapped around his huge cock. "I'll bet you'd have as much trouble now, you're so big. But I'll bet you'd get it in this time ... I'm wet enough."
Archie brought his face up. "Aw, Christ, Bonnie, let's ... let's do it," he gasped.
"You mean fuck?" she said. She wanted to hear him say it.
"Yes, yes, let's fuck!" he cried.
Their lips met. "Mmmmmmm, Archie, darling," Bonnie mumbled.
She stood up and pushed her dress off her shoulder and let it glide silently to the floor. She stood naked before him.
"God, Bonnie, you're more beautiful than I had imagined."
Bonnie blushed with pleasure. "Take your clothes off, too; I want to feel you against me."
When Archie got his clothing off, she was lying on the couch ready for him. She held her arms up. "Fuck me, Archie, please fuck me," she whispered.
Archie came down on top of her. She was a big girl and her legs were spread wide so he fit nicely.
"Be gentle, honey. I've never had a big fellow like you before," she said. "You put it in," he said.
Her hand went down between their bodies and found him. She masturbated him gently for a moment, then slid the head back and forth in her slit to get it wet. She put the knob to her hole, grinding it around in an effort to get it started. She was incredibly tight, almost like a virgin, and the head barely went in. She grunted with discomfort, spread her legs wider, and lifted up to get more. Half the head wedged in.
"Good Christ," Archie bellowed, "you're so tight. His prick must be as little as the rest of him."
"It is," she grunted, and grabbed his hips and pulled. "God, get that big thing in there."
Fortunately, she was hot and well oiled; her cunt had been leaking juice ever since she started nursing the baby, and had flowed copiously when Archie joined in. She gritted her teeth to keep from crying out when the head went in; it hurt. Then the head was in and the rest seemed to follow with ease. It slid in, inch after thick inch. She started to feel comfortable again and started moving with him. And then it started to feel good, very good.
"Goddamn, how could you have three kids and still be so tight?" Archie gasped.
"My babies were small, and the doctor said my cunt came back to normal easily. Besides, Ack hasn't fucked me-not there-since David was born."
"Where the hell does he do it then?" Archie cried.
"You know, in the back ... my ass. He's small and I like it there. It feels so good. This feels better, though. Oh, yeh, nice ... mmmmmm, honey, you're really getting to the right spot now."
Archie knew it was the right spot because it felt so good to him, too. Her cunt held his cock tight and sucked at the cherry knob until he thought it would come off.
"We better stop a minute, sis. I'm awful close."
"God, yes, don't come yet. I want you in me all afternoon. Don't come yet, honey, let it soak. It feels good to me just having it in there. I might be a little slow coming the first time; I'm not used to having it in my cunt. I come quick when it's in my ass, usually three or four times."
"Is he good?" Archie asked.
"He's good at everything he does," she answered.
They continued like this for almost half an hour. Archie would fuck until he was close and then stop for a while. Bonnie got close a couple of times, but never quite got there. Archie started again and had been pumping into her for almost a minute when they heard a little voice.
"I'm hungry, mamma," Little Ack said. "What you doing, mamma?"
They both looked and were staring into the face of Little Ack. His head came just above the seat of the couch.
"Oh, God, Little Ack," she cried, "Not now, now now ... in a minute, Ack!"
Archie stopped, staring at the little boy.
"Don't stop, don't stop ... please, I'm almost there. He's already seen us; a little more won't hurt! Oh, honey, don't stop!"
"Watcha doin', mamma?" Little Ack asked again.
Bonnie's face lolled to the side. She stared at her son, her eyes glazed; she was coming hard, harder than she had ever made it before. "I'm fucking," she gasped.
"Fucking. Mamma's fucking," Little Ack said.
"Oh, no, Bonnie, not...." Archie gasped. He went rigid, and fucked harder. "I'm, I'm ... aw, shit, I'm coming, too!"
They fucked hard, Archie pounding into her, Bonnie grunting and jerking under him. His big cock seemed to fill her whole body, sending the terrific thrills to the tips of her fingers, to the tips of her toes, and up her throat and out of her mouth like a vapor. She moaned loudly, her head tossing wildly from side to side.
Then she lay still, breathing heavily, a soft smile of extreme pleasure on her lips. "Oh, Archie, that was heavenly," she whispered.
Archie lay heavy on her, his own breath coming in gasps. He pillowed his face against her neck, not wanting to raise up and look at the little boy watching him.
"I'm hungry, mamma," Little Ack said.
Archie raised up and let her slide out from under him. She took the little boy's hand and led from the room. When she returned, Archie was dressed.
"Maybe I ought to go," he said.
Bonnie rushed to him and threw her arms around him. "Oh, God, no, I just found you. Ack won't be back until tomorrow evening. You're going to spend the night with me, aren't you?" She looked into his eyes with love.
Archie felt a little ashamed. "Yes," he said, "if you want me to. Now get dressed."
"I'll put on a robe. I want you to know that I'm naked under it and available to you instantly."
Donald was awake by then and she fed him, too. It was suppertime, anyway, so they all ate together in the kitchen. By bedtime Little Ack was calling him Uncle Archie and they had an uncle-nephew romp and he threw him into bed. David was awake again, and she told Archie that he would play for a while in his crib, get hungry, eat, and sleep through until morning. The rest of the night was theirs.
"Let's get a little drunk again, not too much, just enough, and fool around for a while and then go up to the bedroom and make love all night." She wrinkled her nose at him. "You know, just fuck like it was forever."
"Okay," Archie said, his cock stirring in hs pants.
She held her robe open. "We can start by you kissing me all over. Not too long anyplace, but a little all over."
He started with her mouth, trailed over her face, her ears, her neck, and then over her shoulders and into her armpits. He attacked her tits next, working them over good and drawing a mouthful of rich milk from each. She was panting by the time he reached her belly. He kissed hips and all around her fringe of thick hair. Then he dropped to the floor and starting at her feet, slowly worked his way up her legs, kissing them on all sides. She moved her feet apart as he went up. When he was almost to her cunt he went inside her loose robe and kissed her back and then her ass, kissing slowly down the crevice. She moaned and swayed. He gave particular attention to the little space between her cunt and her asshole.
"Not too long there, honey; I come so easy that way," she sighed, not really caring if he stopped or not.
He came up between her legs and kissed her wetly, sucking with his lips, on her pussy. She was extremely wet and breathed loudly through her mouth.
"Oh, God, I'm so close, honeeee ... I could come so easy!" she cried.
Archie decided not to torture her and clamped his mouth to her cunt. He sucked and licked and stroked his tongue into her until, with a loud gasp, she shuddered and started coming. Her knees buckled and she started to fall. Archie held her up, his mouth planted firmly on her pussy. He held her like this and continued sucking her until her orgasm passed, and then he let her slide gently to the floor.
"Oh, Archie, that was beautiful. I love it, I really did. It felt wonderful. You've got to be the best lover on the face of the earth."
Archie made the drinks and they sat and talked, filling in the years that they had been apart. They, talked of their early years, too, which excited them both. They consumed quite a bit of liquor and Bonnie was getting tipsy. She sat on the end of the couch and Archie lay with his head in her naked lap. Every so often he would turn his head and kiss the soft mat of hair at the base of her belly.
"I can't take any more of this, my darling; let's go up to bed," she finally said.
Bonnie snapped on the light in the bedroom and went over and turned it back. The sheets sparkled. "They're satin," she said. She carelessly opened her robe and sat on the edge of the bed. "Come on, I'm waiting," she said.
"Geez, Bonnie, you're beautiful," Archie said.
She lit a cigarette and watched him take off his clothing. He was half hard, his cock hanging in an arc. She looked at his huge hairy body and his massive cock and said, "You're beautiful, too, Archie.
He came over to the bed and she reached up with hands and pulled his head down to hers and kissed him. She held the kiss, rubbing their lips together. Her fingers strayed down his chest to his crotch and closed around his cock. "It's a beautiful cock you have, too," she said, lowly massaging him, "and I'm going to make him feel real good before I'm through."
He pushed her back on the bed and got in beside her and took her in his arms. She responded immediately, melting against him, her breasts spreading against his chest and her thighs closing around his hard prick.
He kissed her eyes and her cheeks and her ears, and then pressed his mouth over hers, his tongue driving in deep. She began squirming and he could feel the juices from her cunt wetting his cock. He wanted to shove into her immediately, but held back, wanting to make it last a long, long time. She seemed to sense it and made another move to maneuver her cunt closer to his cock. Her mouth went wild and she was kissing his neck and on down into the thick hair in search of his tit. She found it and drew the little nipple into a hard ball. She had it tingling before she moved across to the other. His cock fell from between her legs as she swung herself around to move on down his chest and over his belly. She was in his pubic hair, then, her lips circling the base of his prick.
"I've dreamed about sucking your cock ever since the first time you put it in my mouth," she sighed, and kissed up the shaft until she reached the top and then closed her lips over the end. She sucked the clear, salty goo from the big hole and pushed her lips down, forcing the foreskin ahead of them. She had him completely unsheathed and started sucking.
Archie lay there and let her suck him, knowing that this was what she wanted. Her fingers enclosed his balls, her nails drawing across them and then back. He felt her finger trace a pattern towards his asshole and drew in his breath. He lifted slightly, and gently her finger probed at the hole and then went in.
Archie gasped, the feeling intensifying. Her finger tip twirled just inside his asshole, her other hand slid tightly around his shaft, her mouth sucked. He knew he was leaking already, and she sucked it away.
"I ... I can't hold out, honey. I'm gonna come," he gasped.
Bonnie held his cock at her mouth and shook her head in the affirmative. Her hand sped up and her finger went all the way into his ass and he staarted to come. The stuff spurted out in a thick, sticky glob and she swallowed. She kept pumping and sucking and swallowing.
"God, you had a nice load, Archie. Lots more than Ack," she said. "Was it nice for you?"
"Beautiful," Archie said.
She patted his prick and moved up until she was face to face with him again. "Will you kiss me? After what I've done." He kissed her and let her slide her tongue into his mouth. "Ack won't," she said, "not after I ... "
"He must have a lot of silly hang-ups."
"Yeah, he really does. I just wish he wouldn't take them all out on me."
"Is he mean to you?"
"Sometimes."
"Physically?"
"Yeh. He beat the hell out of me a couple of times."
"The little bastard. Why didn't you leave him?"
"He's usually sweet to me, Archie, and I do love him. Besides, I've grown accustomed to the material comforts of life, and Ack provides them far better than anyone else I know could. I like not working, too, and being waited on. I even have a girl to help with the kids when I get bored with them. I don't even mind when he rapes me now and then; kind of enjoy it, even. I guess I'm a little nuts."
She snuggled against him, her hand on his cock. "I like to feel it when it's soft. I like to feel it get hard, too, and know that I'm reszponsible. Actually, the only complaint I have about Ack is that I don't get enough sex. Maybe you have fixed that for me."
"How?" Archie said. "I'm just passing through."
"Well, you've taught me I can enjoy it without Ack. I can try it with others now. You know, you're the only guy besides Ack I've had it with. Oh, lots of guys tried in California after you ran away because I developed early, but mamma kept a pretty close eye on me, and she kept me scared of getting pregnant. That's a laugh; look at me now."
She kept playing with his cock and he was about half hard. He dropped his mouth to her tits while she talked and drew little squirts of milk with his sucking lips.
"After I married Ack I never really considered adultery, though I don't know why; I've sure spent enough frustrated nights alone," she said, pressing his face against her tits with one hand and jacking him off with the other. "Oh, Ack is plenty good in the saddle, especially rear entry, but he doesn't do it often enough. Sometimes not for several weeks in a row, and I like it regularly, need it, really. I masturbate a lot, but it's not the same.
"Plenty of guys have given me the eye: Ack's rich friends, neighbors, men on the street. I guess I never realized just how much pleasure it could give, or how easy. I do now; you've broken the ice for me, Archie. From now on when I need a man, I'm gonna get one. Yes, sweetie, if Bonnie Jean needs a fuck, she's gonna get it, and I think Bonnie Jean is gonna need it frequently."
Archie was hard again, and rolled over on top of her. Her legs came open and she guided his cock in. It went in easy now, but was still tight.
"Yeh, yeh, Archie, fuck me. I need it, honey; I guess I always need it. Goddamn, feels good already."
Archie stroked into her. She could really be a great fuck with more experience. She was good now, but she could be great. He wished he would be around to give her the experience. He thought of Lois and how good she was; the best he'd ever had. Bonnie Jean could be that good.
She started gasping and hunching up against him, her orgasm on its way. "Aw, fuck, I never made it as many times before!" she cried, and exploded.
Archie was right behind and poured what he had left into her sucking pussy. "Good, good," he moaned. "So good, Bonnie, so good, baby sister."
The baby awakened her early the next morning and she went and got him and came back to bed with Archie, snuggling her ass into his stomach while she fed David. She was finished and had the baby back in bed before Archie awakened.
"Let's take a bath together," she said, kissing his opening eyes. "People will be showing up around here before long and I want you one more time."
She filled the huge, square, sunken tub and watched Archie get in. She got in with him and washed his back, and then his feet, working up his legs until she reached his cock. With hand thick with soap she washed him to an exquisite hard-on, then soaped her cunt and lowered herself down on the standing spike.
"Oooh, I like this," she moaned. "Ack fucks me in the tub a lot, but he's always in my ass. I like it that way, but I think I like it like this even better."
She sat straight up, his cock buried all the way, and rode on him, the buoyant water lifting her lightly. Archie lay back in the steaming water and enjoyed. It was very slick and stimulating with the soap and water and all.
They heard a knock on the door, then a small voice. "I'm hungry, mamma," little Ack said.
"Just wait a minute, darling, mamma is about through," she called.
"I'm hungry, mamma!"
"Uh, uh ... oooh fuck, Archie, good, good, I'm ... yeh, I'm ... MAMMA'S COMING!" she wailed, and fell forward on her brother, her ass bobbing frantically. "I'm coming, Ack ... ooh, fuck, yeh, I'm coming!"
They heard another voice then; a woman's voice. "What are you doing out here without any clothes on, Darrell?" She heard the water splashing in the bathroom. "Oh, your mamma's taking a bath. Come on, I'll get you dressed."
"Good, good, good," Bonnie moaned, still humping on Archie's cock. "I came so hard, so fucking hard. Feels so good."
She finally stopped. "You didn't come? Are you close?" she asked.
"Yeh, close," Archie said.
She slid off his cock and twisted around. "I want to suck it again, Archie. I like sucking it," she said, and pulled his cock up into her mouth.
She sucked gently, using very little hand action. When he didn't come right away, her hand searched under the water until she found his asshole again. One finger slid right in, and when a second finger was all the way, he started coming, bucking up and thrusting his cock deep in her mouth. She let her mouth fill, this time, before swallowing the gooey mess.
She sucked him dry and then got out of the tub and started to dry herself. "Finish your bath, Archie. I'll run down and get the cook started on breakfast.