Chapter 1

Arab Foxhill awakened in the early morning. The soft pink blanket slid forward to expose her full and naked breasts, long nipples erect, dark-ringed and womanly. A moment later she stopped stretching and relaxed again.

Arab's face clouded as she thought about her son. Of late the boy was turning into a real problem. The heat of youth was burning in his loins. She knew Brand played with his cock at night. Come stains on his bedsheets bore this out. So far he hadn't made time with anything except his hand ... she had seen to that. But how much longer could she keep him a virgin?

She hadn't realized how much or how quickly he had matured until she had discovered those stains on his bedsheets.

From that morning on she had looked for and found certain changes in her son's character. Steps had been taken to correct them. A deep sigh disturbed her magnificent breasts. Brand seemed to be getting more and more restless since she had given him hell for masturbating. Whacking his naked ass with the cypress paddle hadn't helped, either. If anything, it had served to make her son more secretive ... and more determined to get his cock softened in some way other than self-gratification. Like by burying it in a girl's cunt.

It didn't take genius to conclude that her son was on the prowl for a real live fuck. He would have no problem in scoring for a piece of tail. A handsome and wealthy boy never did. Girls would gladly surrender their cunts or mouths or assholes to the son of the richest woman in Harbor County.

Arab's breasts bounced as she sat up in bed and muttered darkly, "They'll play hell doing their sex numbers on my son if I can do anything to keep it from happening. He won't get rid of his cherry if I can help it. Not until I know for sure he can stand on his own two feet. Right now he can't. He's still a baby. I can still keep him in line with the paddle."

She thought about the cypress paddle. She had used it on Brand's naked ass only the other night. Lil Wheat, her confidential everything in business and otherwise, had been on hand to witness Brand's punishment. And later the strawberry blonde had told her, "You can't keep bullying Brand with that hunk of wood forever, hon. One of these times he'll take the damn thing away from you and do some ass-thumping of his own. Maybe on yours."

And she had replied, "When that happens, if it happens, then I won't need the paddle any more, love. That's when my baby will become a man."

"Your man, hon?"

"Am I that obvious about it, Lil?"

"Only to me and Stella Grabowski, hon."

"I won't deny that my feelings toward Brand are far from maternal, Lil. The person doesn't exist who isn't weak in some way. My weakness happens to be my son."

"Different strokes for different folks," Lil had said solemnly. "But I can't help worrying about the paddle and punish number you keep doing on him."

"I am a possessive bitch, aren't I?"

"Overly so, hon, but it won't work with Brand. I know it, Mrs. Grabowski knows it, and deep down in your heart you know it. Nobody is ever going to own that boy. Not outright. The kid's a born tiger. It's just that he hasn't learned how to growl yet."

"And until he does I'll keep him under my thumb."

"With the paddle?"

"What else?"

"I hope to hell you know what you're doing, hon."

"So do I, Lil. So do I."

Arab's thoughts jerked back into the present as gentle knuckles tapped against her bedroom door. A few seconds later the door opened and Lil Wheat came into the room, wearing a pale-blue dressing gown, and carrying a tray loaded with breakfast.

Lil beamed a smile at Arab and said, "Morning, hon."

Arab made no attempt to cover her naked breasts. The long-legged and beautiful strawberry blonde had seen them before. They were friends. They were also lovers. Ever since their early teens.

Lil placed the tray on Arab's lap, then leaned forward to kiss the tip of her left breast before she said, "I hope you feel as bright-eyed and bushy-tailed as you look, hon. Today is Thursday and you know what that means. One ten o'clock pep talk to the various spokes that made up the wheel of Foxhill Enterprises, an eleven o'clock television interview on Meet the Realtors, and ... "

"You're a sadistic bitch," Arab laughed. "First you bring me a lovely breakfast, and then you quickly proceed to ruin my appetite."

" ... and after the television interview," Lil continued, "I'll drive you back to your office where I shall then lock the door, rip off your clothing and mercilessly eat your delicious and juicy cunt."

"Why wait so long? Why not do it now?"

Lil licked her lips. "After the way I drained you last night, I thought I'd give you time to recharge your battery."

Arab lost interest in her breakfast. "You just put this bird on overcharge, love."

Lil placed the tray on the floor, then straightened and looked at Arab, heavy breasts rising and falling. "Are you sure, hon?"

"Try me."

The strawberry blonde bent, kissed her briefly. Lil's lips were full and moist, and Arab seized her. Lil broke free with a pleased laugh, pushing Arab's hands back. Then she stood up beside the bed and said, "Let me get out of this damn night sack before we do our special number, hon."

"Need a hand?"

"Not the kind you want to give me, hon."

Arab laughed.

Lil Wheat unzipped the pale-blue gown. She was wearing nothing underneath. Arab's dark eyes feasted on the woman's exquisite breasts and the triangular patch of pussy fur between her legs.

"I'm still on overcharge, love."

"Tell me that five minutes from now," Lil laughed as she slipped quickly into bed with Arab. "Come here, wench."

Their breasts met, so did their cunts. Arab's cunt began to juice. She closed her eyes. "Lil."

"Yes, hon?"

"Suck my cunt."

"Now?"

"Yes, now."

Arab shuddered and kept her eyes closed. Lil's mouth dropped to her throat, then to her left breast. Arab moaned softly as Lil began to suck on her nipple. Slowly at first. Then harder and harder.

Arab panted, "You've got me, now take me!"

Lil's mouth moved away from Arab's breast and trailed downward toward her melting cunt. Lil's tongue prowled through the pubic underbrush, found and jolted her clit.

Arab writhed, hips twisting. She arched her body, legs doubled back, heels digging.

"Ah, ah, ah," she moaned, "your tongue feels so wonderful on my clit, darling ... but it will feel better inside my pussy. Do it, Lil. Lap me, lap me!"

Lil stopped licking and sucking on Arab's clitoris and thrust her tongue between the wet lips of Arab's cunt.

Ecstasy engulfed Arab, making her hips jerk faster. Gasps ripped loose from her throat as a sudden violent spasm shook her for an eternity of seconds. Then she went limp and warm back on the bed ...

When the room came into proper focus again, Arab found Lil seated next to her, smiling. She smiled back. "I do believe you can forget about having me for lunch today, love. I think I'm going to run on a low battery for the next twenty-four hours after the way you just drained me."

Lil reached out and patted her flushed cheek. "Thanks for the warning, hon, but don't sweat it—I won't go hungry. Not with that big secretarial pool you keep on hand for me to tap."

Arab made a sour face. "I wondered what their qualifications were, sweet thing." She laughed softly. "Speaking of secretaries, there's a little night-haired bird who would like to switch professions and come to Foxhill Enterprises. A real gourmet's special, Lil. Her name is Cherie Parten. Check her out when you have some free time."

"I already have, hon."

"And?"

Lil shook her head. "We don't want or need Cherie Parten. The kid is strictly bad news. The police ran her out of Miami for selling the world's oldest commodity. That, in itself doesn't bug me, hon. It's just that there's something about that chick that doesn't ring right. Neither does your day bartender at the Pour House."

Arab cocked an eyebrow. "How the devil did Ed Drake get into this conversation?"

"Through Cherie Parten. She's been teamed up with him since the day she landed in Harbor City. They're both bad news. Let her remain a hairdresser. We don't need her."

Arab's shoulders twitched, her breasts quivered. "Consider the subject closed, love. Now how about getting your beautiful rear in gear so I can get to the office?"

Lil bounced out of bed. "I'll draw your bath, hon."

"Like heck you will," Arab hissed as she sat up quickly, making her big breasts wobble. "Every time you do me that honor we wind up in the damn tub together." She pointed dramatically toward the door. "Go, pretty bird. Fly, fly."

"All right with you if I slip into my gown first?" Lil picked up her nightie and slipped into it. "Seeing me in the nude would send poor Mrs. Grabowski into shock. Which reminds. The monthly bill is due on the private care you're giving your husband at Sunshine Acres."

"I didn't forget," Arab said as she slipped out of bed. "You'll find the signed check in my home office."

She walked up to Lil. She flung her arms around the strawberry blonde's neck and kissed her resoundingly on the mouth. Breasts met, bodies strained against each other. The kiss held for several delicious seconds. Then Arab stepped back. "Enough is enough, love. Leave before I go bananas and rape you."

Lil trilled a laugh and left the room, closing the door behind her.

Arab's thoughts returned to her son as she ran water into the tub. Next week he would be nineteen. He was in his prime. Juices flowed easily and abundantly when a person was young. Her own juices had started flowing at the tender age of fourteen, for this was when she had surrendered her cherry ... to her twenty-year-old brother.

A shiver sliced through Arab's system as she lowered herself into the bathtub and drifted back to the first time she and her brother had fucked. Remembrance caused her nipples to harden and strange sensations seized the muscles of her loins. A shiver ripped through her. Damn, what a juicy first affair that had been!

The scene unfolded in her mind ...

Craig was waiting for her in front of the theater. As she walked up to him, she could tell by the prominent bulge in the crotch of his pants that his cock liked what it was seeing: A fourteen-year-old virgin dressed in a short skirt that fit her like a second skin, and a boyish white blouse through which he could see the outline of the bra that held her budding breasts.

Craig's eyes were on her breasts, his mind already between her thighs. She could almost hear his cock dripping in delight as he drooled over the prospect of prying out the cherry she still had in her tender young cunt.

"Right on schedule," Craig drawled, not bothering to conceal his erection. "The flick I want you to see is due to start in three minutes."

She smiled. "Being anywhere on time isn't one of my better habits, big brother. Consider yourself flattered."

"I am," Craig replied as his hungry eyes continued to feast upon her hard, lemon-sized breasts. "Where you're concerned, I always will be."

"Thank you."

"Any trouble cutting class?"

She shook her head. "I only hope our parents don't find out about my going the hooky route to keep a date with you."

Craig made a sour face. "Don't sweat it, Arab. In case you haven't noticed our good mother and father are too preoccupied with business and each other to pay very much attention to us."

They entered the semi-dark theater. She almost giggled at the way he had to hold down his hard-on by cramming a hand in his pocket so the usherette wouldn't notice it.

They settled down to watch the flick, but she sensed that Craig's heart wasn't in it. She knew his cock ached to find its way between the virginal lips of her young cunt, but he didn't push to make her. He led up to it slowly. He knew she was cherry and he didn't want to frighten her off before he copped it.

Craig eased his arm around her shoulder and waited for her reaction. There was none.

She smiled at him. "I like what you just did with your arm, Craig."

"You do?"

"Uh-huh. Having your arm around my shoulders makes me feel like your girl friend."

"You are my girl friend, Arab. You became my girl friend when I came home from the Army five days ago." His free hand dropped and came to a rest on her dimpled knee. "Mind?"

"No."

She shivered as Craig's hand became bolder and crept beneath the hem of her skirt. She made no attempt to stop him. His hand crawled along the inner part of her thigh and she started to breathe hard as a strange heat jumped into her cunt.

The hand crawling toward her panties was making her passionate.

Craig's hand trembled and instinct warned her that his cock was probably trembling, too.

Craig's fingers nipped at her warm flesh. Her thighs clenched for a moment, then drifted apart a little to make room for his prowling hand ... until it reached its destination.

She gasped and squirmed on the seat as Craig's middle finger flicked against her jutting clit.

"Oooh!"

Craig moved his hand away from the crotch of her panties. A second later she reached out and returned his hand to the material that covered her crotch. Her maidenhead sat waiting for his cock to come and take it away.

"Don't stop now, big brother," she whispered raggedly. "I like what you're doing to me between my legs. Your hand is making me feel creamy all over."

"Let's see how this makes you feel, little sister."

She gasped again as his fingers tickled the tense lips of her cunt. She was getting ready to climb the nearest wall when a wino staggered down the aisle and sat down beside them. Craig jerked his hand away from her burning twat and mumbled something about waiting for the jug bug to zonk out, but the man started sucking on the wine he had brought with him.

She couldn't wait. She didn't want to wait. Her cunt was on fire.

"Forget about that damn drunk." she whispered as she found big brother's hand and shoved it between her yawning thighs. "Do your thing. Touch my hot pussy some more."

"Not here, Arab. We picked a bad spot to sit. Somebody else might walk past and see what we're doing. Let's move down a few rows and then I'll play with your sweet cunt some more."

They groped their way forward and found seclusion near the wall. She wriggled her shapely ass into the seat and made her brother chuckle at the deliberate way she permitted the skirt to climb high on her smooth thighs.

"You might be inexperienced but it's obvious that you're more than willing to have me finger-fuck you some more." His voice turned sly. "Maybe you're even willing to let me teach you all I know about sex, eh?"

Craig's hand found its way between her legs once more. He caressed the crotch of her panties and commented about the moisture he found there.

She laughed. "I'm so hot I could scream."

"You really enjoy having your cunt played with, don't you?"

"Do I ever! I even like to play with it myself. I love the way it makes me feel mushy all over."

Craig nudged the wet panties to one side and tweaked her jutting clitoris.

She stiffened in her seat. "Damn, damn, that feels so beautiful!"

Craig's fingers continued to toy with her clit. "Has anyone else ever played with your juicy cunt, Arab?"

"Only old Nick Zorba."

"Who the hell is Nick Zorba?"

"One of my teachers."

"He played with your cunt?"

She nodded, giggled. "That old Greek sweats like crazy whenever I let him put his hand on my pussy. He says it makes his tongue hard."

"What else does he do to you, Arab?"

"Mostly he just puts his hand between my legs and tickles me with his fingers."

"Just his fingers?"

"Just his fingers."

"What else does he do?"

"Oh, sometimes he fools with my titties."

"Through your clothing?"

"No way, big brother. Old Zorba likes to remove my blouse and bra to do his thing."

"I see. Has he ever touched you in any other way?"

"No. Only with his hands and his mouth. He wanted to do something else once. He even tried."

"What?"

"Zorba tried to stick his thing in my rear."

Craig was flabbergasted. "He tried to shove his cock up your ass?"

"Damn sure did."

"And you were going to let him fuck you in the ass?"

"Yes, but we never got the chance to go through with it. Zorba was rubbing my asshole with vaseline when another teacher almost caught us. After that we were too scared to try it again, so all we did from then on was feel each other. Zorba would play with me, I would play with him."

"Do you still play with him?"

"Damn sure do."

"How?"

"Like this, big brother," she said. Her hand gave his hard cock a quick hug. "Only when I do it, he usually has it out of his pants, and it's usually all sticky from the fluid that's running out of it."

Craig shivered. "I know the feeling, Arab. I'm oozing myself. I'm also full of pain in the old balls and desperately in need of a massage, or something. Unzip my fly, little sister. Then take my cock in your hand and show me how you play with old Nick Zorba."

She opened Craig's pants and gripped his rock-hard cock. Her eager fingers tensed around the pulsating love muscle, then gave it a few quick jerks. Craig quivered with delight and caressed her budding breasts in a kneading manner. Her breathing turned ragged. He proceeded to loosen the buttons and get at her twin mounds of flesh.

She kept stroking his magnificent cock.

Craig's fingers clawed at the blouse buttons. His face glistened with sweat. He was hot to trot. So was she. The blouse gapped. She laughed. "I'm glad there aren't a lot of people on this side of the theater, big brother. I'm not used to showing my titties in front of a crowd."

"Same goes for putting my cock on exhibition."

"Do you like what I'm doing to your peter, Craig?"

"Damn right! Your fingers feel good, Arab, but I'll bet your mouth would feel a lot better."

She faked astonishment. "You want me to take your big peter in my mouth?"

"That's what I want, little sister."

"Wouldn't that be wicked, Craig?"

Craig shook his head. "Nothing is wicked if you enjoy doing it, Arab. Sucking a cock is one of the nicer things a girl can do for someone she likes. Hell, you might even get hooked on the taste of come and become a semen addict. How about it, little sister? Will you suck my cock?"

"You know I always do whatever you want, Craig. Do you want me to suck you off now?"

He grinned. "Later. Let's play a bit more."

"All right, big brother."

Her hand continued to stroke his rock-hard cock while her fingers tickled his balls. Her jerking motions made Craig stiffen in his seat.

"Don't make me pop, Arab. I want to save my cock juice for your mouth, your ass ... and your sweet young cunt."

She managed to keep a straight face. "What makes you think I'm willing to go three ways?"

"You're here, aren't you?"

She giggled and tightened her grip on his cock.

Craig's glance dropped as the blouse gapped to reveal her half bra. Her breasts were no larger than a pair of tennis balls, but the way he drooled over them told her that he thought them to be the most perfect tits in the world.

Drooling wasn't the only Craig did. He leaned toward her budding breasts and kissed their peaks through the half bra. She shivered and instinctively tightened her fingers around his throbbing and slimy cock.

He stopped kissing her breasts. "Want me to stop, little sister?"

"Do that and I'll never speak to you again."

He kept teasing. "Suppose someone catches us?"

"Who gives a damn? I don't."

He became serious. "I'm glad you aren't afraid, Arab. I like a girl with guts."

She was flattered. "And I like a man with a big cock."

"Is mine big enough to suit you?"

"You've got to be kidding. I'm almost afraid to hold it."

"Will you be afraid to suck it?"

"No way."

"Or take it up your ass?"

"I don't think so." She watched him, pursed her lips. "Will it hurt very much when you stick it in my rear?"

"No."

"Then I won't chicken out on you."

"And your cunt—will you be all guts when I stuff my prick in there and pluck your cherry?"

"No problem there, big brother. I'm looking forward to the plucking. Really and truly I am."

"So am I."

"When?"

"Not now, and not here."

"Ah, shit."

He tugged the half bra downward and tumbled her tits into nakedness. He glanced around the theater to make sure they were unobserved, then lowered his hungry lips to the peaks of her breasts. He sucked. First one. Then the other. She moaned loudly and her hips jerked as passion gripped her cunt in a maddening embrace.

She tightened her grip on his cock. "Stop molesting my titties with your lips and do something, big brother. Do something—do anything! Please help me! My pussy is itching like crazy!"

Craig's mouth left her breasts. He slipped both hands between her quivering thighs and attempted to force a finger in her cunt. It wouldn't go. Her maidenhead blocked the entrance. Craig did the next best thing—he pillowed his wet face between her hot thighs and shocked her jutting clit with the tip of his tongue.

She whimpered.

Craig trapped her clit between his lips. He sucked and raked it with his teeth. Her hips went into a frenzy and she made small animal sounds deep in her throat. Eruption threatened. Getting caught by someone no longer bothered her. She didn't give a damn about anything except the pleasure she was receiving from her brother's lips and teeth as he sucked and gnawed her toward climax.

She writhed. "Oh, Craig, my cunt is going off. Don't stop! Keep sucking and chewing on my clit! Sweet mother, you're going to make me cream all over this damn seat!"

Craig wasn't interested in having her come over the seat. He released her clit and mashed his mouth against the virginal lips of her cunt. He gave it a violent soul kiss. A moment later cunt juice flowed from her pussy and drenched his waiting tongue. He lapped her cunt and ate her honey. He finally lifted his head from between her thighs and sat up beside her.

She exhaled loudly. "Oh, Craig, what you just finished doing to my cunt with your tongue and mouth was out of this world!"

He licked his lips, grinned. "I sort of enjoyed it myself, little sister. I like to eat cunt. I always did."

"Will you eat mine again?" "Try and keep my tongue away from it. We'll do a lot of different things together, Arab ... even if it takes forever."

She rubbed her naked breasts against his arm. "You do say the sweetest things."

"Sweeter than Nick Zorba says them to you?"

"Much sweeter, big brother. Zorba doesn't even know I exist outside the classroom. He's too busy panting after that rich Kevin Foxhill's mother, hoping she'll get weak and let him marry her for her money. He's also too afraid of getting caught with me. You're different. You aren't afraid to risk your ass by doing an incest number on me."

Craig lifted his hands to her naked breasts. "Only a blind or stupid man would miss seeing you, little sister, and I'm neither. I noticed you the moment you stepped forward to welcome me at the airport. One look at those budding boobs of yours and I'd had it. If you had met me alone I would have tried to fuck you on the way back to Harbor City." He grimaced. "Talk about a sudden case of hot nuts. And these past few days and nights! Damn, all I kept seeing before my eyes were those hard little tits of yours. Seeing and wishing our folks would stop doing the welcome home bit on me so I could get at them. I was beginning to think I never would get you alone. At home I wouldn't. This is why I asked you to meet me here today."

"Craig."

"What?"

"Let's drive out to Mom and Dad's hideaway cottage on Crab Key and spend the afternoon there."

"We can't. Not yet anyhow."

"Why not?"

He grinned. "Because of my cock. It's so hard I could pound nails with it. If you don't do something to soften it, a few of the yo-yos in here might notice us when we walk out."

Her eyes found his. "Tell me what to do about getting your cock soft."

"You know what I want, Arab."

"Tell me."

"I want you to take my dick in your mouth and suck the juice out of it."

She cocked her head, a mysterious smile on her sensual lips. "I don't know, Craig. Your cock is so huge and my mouth is so small—do you think I can handle it?"

"No problem. Just yawn like mad and take the knob of it inside your mouth. After that you'll be able to handle the rest of my prick. Once you get it in your mouth, all you have to do is run your tongue around the knob, then bob your head over it. Follow?"

She nodded. "Follow. What else?"

His eyes glittered. "Keep your lips tight and suck like hell while you massage the old root. Nothing to going down on a man, really. Go ahead, little sister. Take my cock between your hot lips and drain the juice from it."

There was no hesitation on her part. She took his erection in her warm and eager hand and dipped her face toward it. She kissed his cockhead. A heartbeat later, her small red mouth formed into a perfect red oval and the knob of his penis vanished. She hesitated for a moment. Then she shocked the knob with her eager tongue. His was the first cock she had ever attempted to suck, but instinct took over and momentarily she was treating him to a blow job they would both remember for a long, long time.

"Now you're cooking with gas," Craig croaked. "That's the girl. Eat me, eat me!"

She closed her eyes and palmed Craig's sweaty scrotum. She mashed her naked breasts against his right thigh and worked to make him pop his nuts. Her neck craned and the entire length of his impressive prick found its way down into the depths of her throat. There was a sudden tickling sensation that produced nausea, but a moment later the feeling passed as his big balls came into contact with her chin.

Craig panted. "Keep sucking, Arab, keep sucking!"

She toyed with his nuts and proceeded to suck and gnaw him toward an explosive climax. She kept blowing. She moved her head up and down, her hot lips tense as she permitted his pulsating cock to slither in and out of her working mouth. Presently Craig's jerking body warned her that soon he would detonate and flood her mouth with his jism.

"Good kid," he said approvingly. "Keep blowing. I'm almost ready to come! Good kid, good kid ... "

Craig's cock was slippery with his semen and her saliva. She made loud smacking sounds as it slithered between her tight red lips. She increased the pressure of her breasts against his thigh. He caught her head in his hands and crammed his cock inside her mouth; the tip of if shot down her throat. A heartbeat later he made his point. She shuddered as his cock juice gushed forth to fill her mouth, and then she stopped trembling and gulped every delicious drop of his fluid ...

She finally permitted his softening prick to slip from between her lips. Craig pushed his sweaty scrotum against her mouth. She kissed his balls. Then her wet pink tongue flicked out to lick the sweat and the stray droplets.

"Cock juice tastes good," she purred. "But did I satisfy you, big brother?"

"For a beginner, you treated me to the best blow job I've had in a long time."

She clutched his sagging cock and nuzzled it against her cheek. "Would you like another one?"

"Later," Craig replied as he helped her to a sitting position and then holstered his wilted cock. "It's getting late, little sister. I don't think we'll have time for a trip to Crab Key, but my car is parked in the alley and I think we can do something about removing that cherry of yours."

"I'm with you, big brother."

He laughed softly. "Button your blouse over those cute little tits of yours and let's get the hell out of here."

She tugged the half bra into place over her budding breasts and buttoned her blouse. Then she dropped her hand to his covered cock. "I'm willing to risk it and let you throw a fuck into me right where you're sitting, big brother."

Craig laughed. "You're crazy."

"I'm crazy as crazy can be," she said as she stood up and led the way out of the theater. "Cock-crazy."

They stepped out of the popcorn palace. They quickly stepped into the nearby alley where Craig's car was parked.

The alley was graveyard silent. She climbed into the rear of Craig's battered Nash station wagon, her mind whirling, her pussy aching with eagerness to feel her brother's juicy cock.

Craig didn't waste time once he joined her in the station wagon. He quickly proceeded to undress her. The blouse went first. Then her skirt. When she was down to her bra and panties, he sat down beside her and made himself naked.

Her eyes widened as she got her first close look at his cock. Craig was hung like a prize bull. She suppressed a giggle. No damn wonder she'd had to stretch her jaws so much to get this big beauty in her mouth.

"Are you ready to have your cherry plucked, little sister?"

She trapped his stiff cock in her hand. She teased it with her fingers. "I'm ready, but I don't know about taking his big hard muscle of yours between my legs, Craig. I'm so tight you couldn't even tuck your finger between the lips of my pussy when we were fooling around inside the movie house, remember?"

"Cocks are different than fingers, Arab. Mine will fit inside your hot little box. You'll see. I'll work it in real gentle and make it fit."

"I hope it doesn't hurt too much."

"It won't," he promised. "There will be a little discomfort, but not a hell of a lot. I'll take my time. I'll work it in an inch at a time. No sweat."

She gave his cock a quick squeeze. "No sweat it is, big brother. I trust you." "Prove it."

"By doing what?"

"By kissing my cock."

Her lips touched the knob of his cock. She kissed it tenderly. Then her tongue came out to lick the moisture clinging to his spade-shaped knob. Her lips stretched in a circle. She was about to take his prick in her mouth once more when he quickly lifted her head away.

"No blow job, little sister. Not now. This time I want to fuck you into a come you'll never forget."

"Do it, Craig."

Craig bared her hard little breasts. She stretched out on her back and permitted him to remove her panties. Then she spread her legs and he crawled in between them. She grasped his throbbing cock and guided it against her clitoris. She moaned with delight and her tiny nipples burgeoned as the velvety knob shocked her clit and filled her cunt with flaming eagerness.

"Now, big brother, now."

"Move the head of my cock into position."

She slid his cockhead from her clit and touched it to the virginal lips of her melting cunt.

"Now you can fuck me, Craig. Do it. Bury your big juicy cock inside my tight little pussy and turn me into a real woman! Fuck me, big brother, fuck me!"

She elevated her buttocks and coiled her legs around his hips. He hunched forward and she gritted her teeth as the blunt tip of his prick bulled its way into her moist cavern. A few inches of his cock dug into her cunt and popped her cherry, but a moment later a moan of pain turned into a loud grunt of pleasure as he crammed it all the way home and brought his balls to rest against her ass.

Craig looked down at her. "Are you all right, little sister?"

"Yes, oh, yes! Your long fat cock feels wonderful inside my pussy. Just don't let it soak too long. Work it, big brother! Fuck me fast, fuck me hard! Cream me, cream me!"

Craig pumped away and zeroes in on her heaving breasts with his hungry mouth. He caught a tiny pink nipple between his lips and proceeded to suck on it. Having her nipples teethed while he poured the prick to her cunt increased the speed of her grinding hips.

"Something wild and wonderful is happening to me," she shrieked as his worming cock rocketed her skyward. "My pussy is bubbling like a volcano. I'm going to cream! Make it happen, Craig! Give me a come! Now, big brother, now!"

A moment later it happened.

Craig buried his big bone deep in her cunt and matched her climax with a violent eruption of his own. Their bodies fused, their juices mingled, and then relief brought them to a complete standstill.

"Damn, damn, that was beautiful," she said breathlessly as she felt his softening cock withdraw from her tingling cunt. "So was your explosion. I can feel your juice oozing out of me and running into the crack of my ass." Craig crawled out from between her relaxed legs.

She sat up beside Craig, took his limp cock in her hand and attempted to stroke it into firmness once more. She was succeeding nicely when, suddenly, the rear passenger side door flew open and an angry voice snarled, "Goddamn it, boy, if you had to slap the meat to your baby sister, the least you could have done was picked a better place to do it!"

She paled and nearly jumped out of her skin at the sound of her father's voice. Craig jumped, too, but in a different way. He made a mad scramble for his clothing and attempted to escape from the station wagon by bailing out the other side. He was fast, but not fast enough, and momentarily their father was beating the living hell out of him.

Her punishment had come later, after they reached home. That was when Dad had produced and given her naked ass her first taste of a cypress paddle that would eventually become a part of her legacy after his death ...

Arab dismissed the past from her mind with a brief shrug and concentrated on her future. Her future. And her son's.

Arab finished her bath and stood up in the tub. She glanced down at her breasts. She put a hand under each. She stopped fondling her tits and dropped a hand to tweak her jutting clitoris. She shivered and silently wished for someone like Brand to come to her with a fierce hard-on, or sink to his knees and put the tongue to her cunt.

Arab stepped out of the tub. She admired her reflection in the door mirror. She was pleased with what she saw there.

Arab toweled herself dry and returned to her bedroom to dress. Twenty minutes later she was neatly groomed, ready to do battle in the business world.

Disappointment crawled over her face when she entered the kitchen and found the breakfast nook occupied by Mrs. Grabowski.

She sat down opposite the amazingly big-breasted Mrs. Grabowski, asked, "Has Brand been in for breakfast yet?"

Mrs. Grabowski poured coffee. "The boy did not even take time for a piece of toast, Mrs. Foxhill. Something important to do in town, he said. He drove off down the beach road like a bat out of hell."

Mrs. Grabowski was annoyed. The mountainous cook-servant always seemed to be annoyed where Brand was concerned. Arab said quietly, "Ever since Brand was a baby you and he have been thick as thieves, Mrs. Grabowski. Now you seem to almost despise him. Why?"

Mrs. Grabowski took a deep breath. "I do not hate the boy, Mrs. Foxhill. It hurts me to see you hurt him, but I do not hate Brandon." A sad look came into her eyes. "I worry about him, too. He does not eat good, and he is restless. Like he is trying to run away from something, or someone. Not good, Mrs. Foxhill. Not good at all."

Arab went out to poolside where she found Lil Wheat munching on a piece of dry toast and frowning over some office papers.

Lil stood up and said disgustedly, "Mitch Crocker padded his expense account again, hon. Two hundred dollars this time. How much longer are you going to let him keep fucking you in the bank book?"

"Make this the last time," Arab said as they walked toward their cars. "Enough is enough."

"Do you want me to can his cheating ass?"

Arab shook her head. "Mitch Crocker might be a thief but he's also a damn good spoke in the Foxhill wheel, love. Keep him on payroll. If push comes to shove, we can always transfer him to the Canadian boonies." She paused for a moment. "Also, break loose from the office as soon as you can today and see what you can do about locating Brand."

"Will do, hon. Any messages for our wandering boy?"

"Tell him he's expected home for dinner."

They reached their cars. Matched Lincoln Continentals. Arab opened the door of hers and slid into the driver's seat. Lil walked around to the other side and climbed in beside her. Arab knew why. The beautiful strawberry blonde wanted a kiss for the road.

"You are an insatiable piece of baggage," Arab murmured as she moved into Lil Wheat's waiting arms and kissed her.

The kiss was beautiful. Lil's lips were warm. They kissed, their tongues met and dueled in sweet delight. Lil's hands crept up to find Arab's rising and falling breasts and gently knead them. Nipples awakened, stiffened, tingled. Arab's cunt turned hot and started to juice. Lil's expert hands moved over her breasts, and within seconds Arab's torrid and vibrant body was rocking with passion ...

Arab broke free. "You've never done this particular number on me before, love. Why this morning?"

"To distract," Lil replied bluntly. "To keep you from brooding over what Mrs. Grabowski told you about Brand seemingly running from something ... or someone."

"You succeeded. The funk is gone."

"For how long, hon?"

Arab shrugged. "That's a toughie to answer, love. You know me."

"Like a book."

A sad look came into Arab's eyes. "I can't help it, love. You know how I am where Brand is concerned."

"I know, hon. Just try not to backslide."

"I'll try," Arab promised.

"That's my girl." Lil brushed her full red lips against Arab's and gave her left breast a quick but firm hug. "Don't worry about our voiceless tiger. I'll see to it that nothing happens to him."

"Thanks, love."

"Don't mention it." Lil climbed out of the Mark IV, then poked her head back inside. "If you have to brood over something, think about easing up on our boy with the do-as-I-command bit and the cypress paddle. Slavery isn't the answer. Love is a lot of things, but love isn't ownership."

"I know what you're trying to tell me, love," Arab said softly. "But you're the one who's wrong, not this person."

"Am I, hon?"

"You are. I don't want to enslave Brand. All I want is for him to learn how to stand on his own two feet."

Lil forced herself to speak quietly. "Then don't keep kicking them out from under him."