Chapter 5
The atmosphere was tense the next morning. Hazel pretended that no tension existed, and Bryan wasn't too sure just what was going on, but Brad and Gail were edgy and Gail looked hollow-eyed, from long hours of sleeplessness as she had tossed and turned, pondering the strange predicament they were in.
As she hobbled to the breakfast table, Hazel managed a sweet smile for the three who were already there. All three had finished their cold cereal, and were having toast and coffee, and Gail quickly set her mother's coffee before her as she sat down.
After a couple of moments of silence, Gail cleared her throat and began. "We talked it over last night-Brad and I," she said firmly. "We've decided that since you want me to get out, Brad is going with me."
It surprised Hazel and it angered her. She hadn't even considered this possibility. Bryan's interest picked up, for he hadn't been brought up to date on the family war.
"Like that," Hazel said caustically, stalling for time to compose her thoughts. "And just what will you use for money? Or hadn't you thought about that?"
"We'll manage. I can work. So can Brad. Well work it out." Gail sounded braver than she felt.
Hazel tried to awe Brad with her stare, but he dropped his gaze.
"Is that your decision, Brad, or just Gail's?"
Brad looked her right in the eye and said, "If she goes, I'm going with her."
Bryan was astonished at the sudden show of courage on Brad's part. He was also a little miffed that he hadn't been included in the family plans.
"There's just one thing, Brad. I'm still making the decisions concerning you and Bryan. Not Gail."
Gail cut in hurriedly, "It won't work, Mother. We have made up our minds and there isn't one damned thing you can dp to stop us. Either stay, and we work something out that is fair to Brad, or we leave now-today."
It was final, and Hazel shrewdly backed off. She stirred her coffee absently, careful not to meet Gail's gaze.
"And what happens if I agree to let you stay until it's time for your school to begin again?"
"We're going to work something out that will allow Brad to go to school in another city." Gail was gaining more confidence with each passing moment.
Hazel's mind was clicking like a computer. She was weighing all the facts and coming up with the right answer for her own purposes. If she gave Gail her demands, it would at least allow her another ten weeks or more to work something out. Perhaps in that time, she could persuade Brad that she truly did need him, or Gail might just blow her own game wide open with some foolish move.
"All right!" She had come to a decision. "You stay, and we'll work something out. No promises, mind you, but we will work on it."
Gail and Brad exchanged satisfied glances. Bryan sat frowning at them. He felt unimportant and in a vague way, he felt afraid of what lay ahead when and if they did leave.
"What about me? Don't I have any say in any of this?" He pouted.
Hazel patted his shoulder patronizingly. "Of course you do, Bryan. I was just thinking last night, about you and I going up to the lake for a couple of weeks. But now-well, maybe you'll have to go alone."
She surprised all of them and they stared at her. "I had thought that it would be nice if we all went up for a while and just acted like a family again," Hazel explained calmly. "But, with the way things are going, I think it would be better if I stayed here." She looked pointedly at Gail. Her hard eyes told her daughter that she now had the situation back in her control.
"I don't want to go up there alone," Bryan said petulantly. Gail's mind was clicking. She wondered if Hazel would allow her to go along with Bryan. It would be an ideal chance to-find out just what Bryan's intentions or hopes for the future were, and how deeply his mother had influenced his personality.
"Maybe-the three of us could go." She ventured.
Hazel glanced quickly at her and her answer leaped from her mouth.
"Oh, no! You're not going to be undermining me up there by yourself. You've done enough. That idea is out!"
Gail pretended to be disappointed, but secretly, she was elated.
"Then, how about just Bryan and I going, if you're afraid that Brad and I will run away or cook something up."
Hazel digested this for a moment. It might be an opportunity she could use, she reflected. It would allow her time alone with Brad-time to dissuade him from his newly arrived at decision to throw in his lot with his sister.
She looked at Bryan, trying to see how he had taken the suggestion. He was studying his sister, busy with his own thoughts. He remembered the sudden tingle he had felt when he had thought about his sister, naked, or engaged in some sexual act. It might be fun, he decided. He had nothing to lose. He had always liked it at Lake Sharon. His uncle had a nice cabin there, and, since he had moved to the East Coast, it had been just quietly taken over by his brother's family.
Brad had felt a momentary panic at the thought of being isolated with Hazel for any length of time. He had gained some courage through Gail, but without her, he wasn't sure if he could hold out against his mother.
"What do you think of that, Bryan?" Hazel asked.
Bryan shrugged and acted casual. "Sure. Why not? It might be fun."
"All right, it's settled." Hazel said brightly. "Now, when would you two like to go?"
Gail met Bryan's gaze. She wasn't quite sure if she had won the battle or not. Hazel was tricky. It would give her a lot of time alone with Brad, and, Gail knew, Brad was weak. Still, it did constitute a truce, and if she could enlist Bryan on her team, they could end up being a formidable force against Hazel's.
"I'm ready anytime," Bryan said, warming to the idea the more he thought about it. It would be good just to get away from the tension that had taken over the home. And, Gail just might be fun, once she was away from the smothering influence of her mother.
"Then why don't you two spend the day getting your things packed, and leave in the morning? It's only a three-hour bus ride. You'd better leave the car here for us."
Hazel glowed now, happy to be back in the driver's seat.
During the day, Gail had little chance to talk to Brad, but she did manage to be alone with him long enough to warn him not to give any ground to Hazel. Brad promised that he would be strong. She wanted to talk to him about staying clear of his homosexual friends, but she didn't know how to bring the subject up tactfully. Brad seemed forlorn at the thought of being alone with Hazel, and Gail didn't want to add more burden to his already heavy emotional load.
Hazel, on her part, cornered Bryan for a short warning talk. She told him that she trusted him to have a good time, and not to listen to any talk from his sister concerning his leaving home-She also added that, if he saw the opportunity, Bryan should try to dissuade his sister from her plan of taking Brad with her when she returned to college.
Bryan and Gail spent the three hours on the bus in meaningless chatter about the good times they had had at the cabin at Lake Sharon, when they were young children. It served to ease the slight tension between them.
After they arrived, they spent an hour dusting and cleaning the place, and then Bryan suggested a swim. Already, with the tension off, both had begun to like each other, and a gay spirit of fun was prevailing. Both were fine swimmers, and they romped in the water for over a half hour before they were tired.
It was late afternoon, and the air was warm, the water calm, as they walked out and sat on the small porch, enjoying the clean air and the quiet. Gail had brought a battery radio, and it was beside her, playing some soothing music.
"I wonder what people around here do for excitement?" Bryan mused. He was caught by the sight of Gail's thighs, exposed so that he could see her panties, as she sat with her knees up, leaning back in her chair.
"Not much, I suppose," Gail said absently. "They have dances on Saturday nights at the American Legion Hall in the village. I saw the sign in the store today. Maybe we will go tomorrow, Okay?"
"Yeah, if you want to." Bryan was still gazing at his sister's crotch, suddenly aware that she was a sexually attractive creature. Because of the separation, and the fact they had never been very close, made Bryan feel as if he were alone with an attractive girl that was almost a stranger. He felt his penis begin to harden, and as Gail caught him staring at her, she put her legs down.
"You've got nice legs," Bryan said boldly.
Gail said nothing. She looked at his face, again impressed by his good looks. In spite of herself, she felt drawn to him as a male. Fleetingly, the mental image of Bryan and her mother in bed, naked, enjoying each other's body, crossed her mind. It gave her a twinge between her legs.
"I was noticing your shape when we were in swimming," Bryan went on coolly. "No kidding, Gail, you've got a nice body."
She was blushing, and she didn't know why. She stood up and ruffled his hair, looking sheepish. "I suppose I should say thank you, sir," she said with a grin. "I'm going to take a little nap before I fix supper." She disappeared into the house, leaving Bryan with the remembrance of the aroused feeling she had created in him. She was sexy. It was going to be fun. He wondered just how much breaking down it would take to get Gail into bed with him.
He walked down to the lake, his mind busy with thoughts of Gail, his mother, his brother, and the generally confused state of his life. He couldn't get the sight of Gail's crotch and white thighs from his mind. Aloud, he said, "Why not? She's a girl. Coming from this family, she has to get hot once in a while."
By the time he returned to the cabin, he had firmly made up his mind that he would make a real pitch for her, at the very first chance he got.
Gail was lying on the lower bunk bed in the large main room. The cabin had two such bunk beds on the main floor, and a small loft stretched over the back part of the room, with rough wooden stairs leading up to it at a steep angle. In the loft were two double beds.
Bryan paused, staring at Gail. She was lying on her side, her knees curled up, looking innocent and girlish. Her skirt was hiked up and he stared at her rounded bottom, covered partially by her tightly drawn panties. Bryan walked to the foot of the bed where he could see more clearly. He stared hungrily at her crotch, seeing the few tiny hairs that spilled out of the edge of her panties.
His trouser front began to bulge outward as his penis grew hard. He wanted to take her panties off and see and touch her pussy, but he was afraid. He wasn't sure if she had felt that strange something that he had felt. He looked at her crotch for another long moment, as his cock continued to harden, then he went into the small bathroom and locked the door. He could hardly wait to get his stiff cock out and begin to masturbate. He was panting hard as he brought himself to orgasm within a minute, shooting his semen into his hand, then wiping it off on some toilet tissue, and flushing the toilet. He then washed his hands and his cock, and walked out into the main room. Gail was still in the same position, and Bryan looked at her crotch and then He walked around her and looked at her face.
He knew, as he stood there, that he would not again be satisfied to masturbate-he had to have her, kiss her body, her breasts and her cunt, and sooner or later, he had to put his cock into her warm pussy, and have all-out intercourse. He didn't know how he was going to do it, but it had to come about.
He walked over and lay down on the bunk opposite her, and in a few moments, Bryan was happily asleep. He slept for a long time, awakening to the succulent smell of frying pork chops and perking coffee.
Gail noticed that he was awake and she called merrily, "Come and get it in two minutes, sleepyhead."
Bryan grinned, momentarily watching her undulating buttocks as she moved about the small kitchen area under the loft. He headed for the bathroom, slapping her on the fanny lightly as he passed. "Okay, cook."
Gail paused, looking after him, wondering at the tingle that had shot through her as his hand had touched her bottom. He was a personable young man, she reflected. Probably had girls at school falling all over him.
She frowned at the sudden thought that Hazel had already spoiled his boyish innocence. She made an impatient gesture to herself as she busied herself taking up the meat and fried potatoes and steaming peas.
She was seated at the small table in the center of the room, smiling at Bryan as he eyed the food appreciatively.
As they ate, Gail felt a warm friendly feeling forming in her for her healthy young brother. He was polite, carefree, relaxed, as he complimented her on all of her cooking, and he showed that it was not just words by his ravenous consumption of her offerings.
When they had finished, over coffee and a piece of the apple pie she had also bought, Bryan said brightly, "How about a swim after the sun goes down, Gail? The water is warm."
"Sounds like fun." she responded gaily. "I'll do up these few dishes and be with you. You go ahead if you want."
"I'll help you with them," Bryan replied, taking his plate and silverware with him to the sink. Gail cleared the table and washed the dishes, while Bryan dried them and put them away in the cupboards.
Bryan brought their swimsuits in from where they had been drying on the low railing of the porch, and he tossed Gail's skimpy one-piece suit on her bunk, as he ducked into the bathroom and quickly donned his trunks. As he emerged, Gail was just pulling up the straps of her suit, and he caught the briefest of glimpses of a pinkish areola and the darker pink of one of her nipples.
Gail turned her back in embarrassment, shocked at the thrill she had felt as she felt Bryan's greedy eyes on her bared breast. She turned and looked at him, standing with a devilish grin on his face, hands on hips, his eyes roaming up and down her ripe curves.
She noticed the way the front of his trunks bulged, and the faint showing of hair on his chest. She imagined that he must be hung pretty heavily, judging from the size of his bulging crotch, and as she again felt a thrill go through her, she laughed in an embarrassed manner and headed for the door, grabbing a towel and tossing it at her brother.
They raced to the small dock and, without pausing, Bryan launched into a low dive, while Gail merely jumped into the water feet first. As he came up, Bryan was laughing and making bull-like noises as he blew his breath out with his mouth just below the water. Then he dove, and as Gail tried to guess where he would emerge, she felt his hands on her legs, pulling her down. She caught her breath and went under, kicking out wildly against his clawing hands.
She felt them slide up and brush across her pubic area, then up higher, to touch her breasts, as Bryan pushed her down deeper, then headed for the surface, half angry, half invigorated by his boyish play that had had so many overtones of sexuality.
"Bryan!" she spluttered. "Stop that!"
"Stop what?" he asked innocently, treading water, grinning at her.
"Don't be so fresh!" Gail said lamely.
"Fresh?" Bryan scoffed. "That word went out with high-button shoes. Besides, you kind of liked it." He eyed her boldly, then dove under the water again. This time, Gail moved away, swimming swiftly to the dock and hauling herself up. She laughed at Bryan's bewildered look when he finally surfaced. He was treading water, and when he saw her laughing face, he waved a derisive hand at her. "Chicken!" he called to her.
Gail stood up, breathless, grinning down at him, ten yards out in the water. She suddenly felt at ease with him, and she yelled, "Oh, yeah-" as she dove in a pretty arc, aiming her body so that, she would come into contact with his under the water.
She caught Bryan by surprise and he stared down into the murky waters, trying to pick up her white suit, but not spotting it. He suddenly felt her hands clawing at his trunks, and before he could stop her, Gail had pulled them down to his thighs! He grabbed at them as he sank beneath the water, laughing raucously at her audacity, enjoying the games they were playing. When he broke water, after pulling his trunks up over his hips, she was again at the dock, just hauling herself to a sitting position, brushing her soggy hair from her face.
"Now who's chicken?" Gail taunted.
"I'll show you!" Bryan yelled, swimming strongly for the dock. Gail stood up and ran toward the cabin as he pulled himself up on the dock and stood watching her. "Chicken!" he yelled after her. Gail turned and looked at him. Suddenly, the game was over. It was now serious. They were no longer sister and brother, she knew instinctively, but male and female, eager, anxious to explore the sexuality of the other.
She walked on to the cabin. Bryan stood watching her until she entered the door, then he walked toward the small structure.
When he entered, Gail was standing by the bunk, peeling off the wet suit. It was down around her hips and her breasts were bare, the nipples standing erect and taut, as she looked at her brother. She paused, just the faint edges of her pubic hair showing above the suit, then, she began to wriggle out of the suit!
Bryan stood transfixed at the sight of her loveliness, revealed so enticingly to him. She was inviting him to have her. She had felt what he had! Elation swept over him, and he shut the door and stood leaning against it, his chest heaving with emotion, his eyes shining with desire for his sister's body.
Stepping out of the suit, Gail grabbed a towel and put it around her shoulders, turning her back to Bryan, she said coyly, "Dry my back?"
He stared at the curve of her fanny, the twin mounds of flesh flowing smoothly together at her crotch. He could see the pubic hair hanging down from her crotch, an inch or more, and he feasted his eyes on her sensual hips, thighs and fanny. Almost in a daze, he walked over and took the towel and began to rub her cool flesh, thrilling as his hands moved downward and touched her round buttocks.
Gail's body was tingling at his touch, and shudders of delight swept over her as his hands touched her ass cheeks. Once she had made up her mind, Gail decided to go all the way. Her thoughts had been somewhat like Bryan's. She had thought: Why not? Hazel has already cut the melon. I might as well find out if it's as good as she seems to think it is.
But her own turned-on feelings had had a lot to do with her decision. Bryan had gotten to her, somehow, in these short hours they had been alone. She wanted him, as a male, and not just to spite or frustrate Hazel.
When her back was dry, she turned around, standing boldly before his admiring, hungry gaze. Bryan's eyes went over her breasts, then down to the opening of her vagina, plainly visible through her pubic hair. His hands trembled as he dried her breasts, pinching the nipples lightly through the towel. He began to dry her flat stomach, and as he moved downward to her thighs and her open crotch, he went to his knees, his eyes pinned on her opened pussy lips that revealed her clitoris nestled just inside.
He dried her lightly, then dropped the towel. His hands went around her buttocks, cupping the mounds of flesh, his nails digging in, stinging her, drawing her vagina to his mouth.
She felt a shudder of delight run over her body as his mouth closed on her pussy, and his tongue flicked inside, unerringly finding her knob of flesh, exciting it and sending waves of lust sweeping over her. She reached down and put her hands on the back of his head. His hair was damp, and she thrilled as she tangled her fingers in it, pulling his mouth closer to her cunt.
Bryan was expertly sucking her clitoris into his mouth, letting his teeth brush it as it slithered out. One of his hands had slid between her legs and his fingers were now probing deep inside her cunt, touching the inner walls, completing her thrilling approach to orgasm.
It had not dawned on her yet that this was her first experience with cunnilingus. She had had intercourse many times since she was seventeen and had surrendered her virginity to a boy in high school, but she had never had a man or a woman give her oral sex. It was new and exciting, and the added thrill of it coming from her own brother gave even more spice to the experience.
She felt herself rising to climax, and she squatted down a bit, moving her buttocks in and out as Bryan's tongue kept constant pressure on her clitoris. In a series of gasps, and shudders sweeping her body, Gail came. Bryan continued to hungrily suck at her bobbing clitoris, making guttural sounds. When the throbbing subsided, Gail gently pushed him away. She urged him to his feet, and quickly pulled off his swim trunks. It was made difficult by the erection that Bryan had. His penis was standing rigid and challenging, and Gail was fascinated by the size of it. Somehow, she had always thought of Bryan as a little boy, right up to today. But with his cock standing proudly, he was a man.
Strangely, she felt as if she were the amateur. She sensed from the way he had performed cunnilingus on her, that he was far more sexually experienced than she was, in spite of the difference in their ages. She didn't even know what kind of sex her brother wanted, only that he wanted it, as evidence by his stiff cock.
She walked to the bunk and laid on her back, her legs spread wide. Bryan walked over and stood staring down at her. His eyes roved her body, his breath coming hard. He finally met her eyes. He somehow felt a strange surge of superiority and power. First, his mother, ready and willing to give him whatever sexual satisfaction he wanted, and now his sister, much younger, much more desirable, lay with legs spread, awaiting his pleasure.
He lowered himself atop her, spreading the lips of her cunt with one hand, while he used the other to guide the head of his cock into the soft, hot, wet lips of her cunt. As it began to slide in and out easily, and he let his full weight down to add power to his thrusts, Gail raised her hips, wrapping her legs about his hips, meeting his lunges with all the full passion that was within her. Bryan's hands went underneath her buttocks, pulling her even tighter as he slammed his penis in to its full length with each motion.
Gail felt herself coming for the second time, and she clung to his back, her nails raking his flesh, seeking his mouth with hers and plunging her tongue deep into it. She began to moan as he speeded up his thrusts, mumbling, "Oh, fuck me, Bryan-fuck me-give it all to me."
Bryan was panting and moaning, but he said nothing. His whole being was focused on the sensations that his sister was providing as her body writhed in pleasure beneath his. He was possessed by the thought that she was so much more sexually exciting than Hazel had ever been, and he drove his cock in brutally, wanting to give Gail all the lusty joys that he was feeling.
As his semen squirted hotly into her vagina, Gail exploded in a series of orgasms that swept over each other like waves on a shore. They lay gasping, their mouths and bodies locked in a pulsating mass of hot flesh, each floating oh a cloud of sensual joy that left no room for thought-only feeling.
After a long time, with no words passing between them, Bryan's penis began to grow hard again inside her hot cavity. As she felt it, Gail began to stroke Bryan's hair, then his face, her fingers playing with his lips as she slid her tongue in and out of his mouth, arousing him totally with her provocative moves. She began to roll her hips about, so the flesh of her inner vagina rubbed against his now hard penis, and without any further coaxing, Bryan again began his up and down movement, his penis sliding easily into and out of her well-lubricated vagina.
Gail rose to fever pitch rapidly, and Bryan kept up a steady rhythm, and, inside two minutes, they both climaxed again.
As her throbbing clitoris quieted, Gail clung to Bryan, her arms wrapped tightly about his neck, murmuring desperately, "Oh, Bryan, my precious Bryan. What am I going to do?"
She fell silent after a while, and Bryan climbed off her, heading for the bathroom where he washed himself. When he returned, naked, his penis now hanging flabbily, she still lay in the bunk, her arms over her eyes, and she was crying softly.
Bryan walked to her and knelt beside her, kissing her forehead gently.
"Was I that bad, Gail," he asked, trying to sound bright.
She shook her head, still covering her eyes. "It isn't that, and you know it. It's just that I came home to help, and now, it's more mixed up than ever."
"I know-I know-" Bryan said soothingly, stroking her hair. "But don't let it get you down. Let's just make the best of what we have."
His wisdom impressed her, and she took her arms down, holding his face in both hands. She looked deep into his eyes and then kissed him hotly, her tongue going deep into his open mouth.
Bryan returned her kiss, then broke it, to move his mouth down to her breast. He toyed with her nipple with his tongue and teeth, and moved quickly down to position himself between her legs. He spread her cunt lips with his finger and began to again caress her clitoris with his tongue. He began to use his teeth on it as she responded, her hips moving up and down to meet his mouth with her cunt, and, in a passionate surge, Gail had another orgasm.
It pleased Bryan, for he had been touched by the guilty reaction of Gail to their intercourse. He had discovered something he hadn't felt for Hazel, when they had had sexual relations. There was a deep love inside him for Gail that her body heightened and made more meaningful. Somehow, sex with her didn't seem dirty or forced. They had both been filled with desire, and once they had engaged in full sex, it had been fulfilling and uplifting-at last for him.
"You're sweet," Gail said gently, caressing her brother's face with her smile and her soft expression.
"No, it's more than that," Bryan said gallantly. "It's because I love you."
They both looked deep into the other's eyes, struck by the seriousness of what he was saying. Both sensed that his declaration of love for her was not that of a brother for a sister, but of a young man for a young woman.
Gail touched his lips tenderly. "I love you, too, Bryan," she murmured. She pulled him close to her, rubbing his chest lovingly. "I want you, Bryan. Can you?"
Without a word, Bryan began to rub his penis with his hand. Her hand closed over his, helping him, and inside another moment, they maneuvered their bodies so that they were again locked in blissful sex.