Chapter 7
Bryan was troubled. He hadn't liked the way that his sister had looked at Rick, nor the way that he had eyed her body. He had been polite and proper, but there was that look in his eyes that told Bryan that he wanted to bed Gail ... as soon as he could manage it. And Gail acted as if she'd peel off her panties at the drop of the slightest hint.
Bryan had to get out in the air. The night skies and the woods soothed him, somehow. He could put his mind on straight-arrow thinking, walking at night. He couldn't get into the right mood this night, however, for he wanted to be absolutely sure how long Rick kept Gail out. He cursed mildly, knowing he was being a jealous fool. It was probably a regular date, for Rick had been nice for the most part. Saturday would be just another day to them, with no real reason to rise early, and therefore, to get a regular amount of sleep.
He finally returned to the cabin, put out the lights and sat in a chair, close to the open window that opened onto the small porch. He could see and hear clearly, he felt. He assumed that Rick would park the car in front of the house, if he hadn't stopped along the way in a more isolated area, to make his pitch. Bryan had no doubt that Rick would make a pitch, and a strong one. He had seen the way he had looked at Gail's fanny and legs, and how his eyes had seemed glued to her half-exposed breasts.
It was ten minutes before one o'clock before his vigil was rewarded. Rick's car purred up to the front, and he pulled it off the narrow road and quickly shut off the lights.
Bryan was eagle-eyed at the window, their figures clear-cut in the bright moonlight, their voices sharply audible on the still night air.
"It was wonderful, Rick," Gail said, leaning over and caressing his cheek. "I can't recall when I've had a better time."
"Gail-" Rick sounded serious, "I know it sounds corny, but tonight-when we were dancing, and when we walked outside-and I felt you in my arms, your body so close and desirable. I fell in love with you."
Bryan saw his hand go to Gail's breast as he pulled her close and kissed her. He could tell by the way she moved her head about, positioning her mouth, that she was accepting his tongue into her opened mouth.
"I want you so, Gail-" Rick pleaded, his hand now moving to below her waist, out of Bryan's sight. But as he watched her surge toward him with a moan, Bryan could guess where Rick had his hands. He was exploring the soft warmth of her pussy. His voice was husky with desire when he went on, "Please-Gail-please let me."
Gail struggled against his kiss for a moment, then pushed him away with a weak gesture.
"I can't!" she gasped.
"You mean you won't," Rick argued persuasively. "Don't tell me you don't want the same thing I do. I can feel it in your kiss-the way your body responds to me-"
"That doesn't matter. I just can't do it," Gail maintained.
"Honey-it's torture for me to be like this, and not be able to have you." Rick's voice was ragged with need for sexual relief.
"Then stop. Let me go on in!" Gail said with a note of desperation.
Bryan saw her glance over her shoulder at the cabin. "Bryan will hear us." It sounded lame.
"Let him!" Rick said. "I'm not ashamed of my love for you-nor my need."
"Oh, Rick-Rick-" Gail moaned as his hand explored the wetness and heat of her vagina, his finger rubbing her clitoris insistently. Without realizing that she was doing it, she slid her hand over and began to rub his penis, standing hard and stiff beneath the cloth of his trousers. For a long time, they mutually masturbated each other, their panting the only sounds that broke the silence.
Gail broke away suddenly, and in the same pushing movement that separated them, she opened the car door and scrambled out. She slammed the door shut and leaned against it, looking at the frustrated Rick. "Rick, darling,-" she apologized, "forgive me, but I just can't."
Rick shrugged in resignation and settled behind the wheel, starting away from her. "Things happen," he said nonchalantly. "Just so you understand that I can't help what happened to me tonight. And-"He turned to look at her without smiling, "In all honesty, I'm going to keep on feeling this way. About you-about wanting you. So, tomorrow, you'll know, when I see you, that I'm still me-Rick-still in love with you."
Gail said nothing, but her smile was soft as he started the motor and waved his hands as he drove away. She stood watching until the car had disappeared and the sound of the motor grew almost indistinguishable. She walked into the cabin, tiptoeing, thinking that Bryan was asleep. She glanced at his bunk, then walked over, surprised that he was not there.
"I'm here," Bryan said coldly, from his seat by the window.
"Oh! Gail gasped. "You frightened me!" She turned on a lamp and stared at him. Bryan looked for all the world like an indignant husband, she thought. His disapproval and jealousy were written all over him.
"You were spying on us!" Gail accused, suddenly angry.
He shrugged coldly. "Not spying-just looking out the window."
"It's the same thing!" she said hotly. "What did you expect to see?"
"About what I saw."
"And what was that?"
"Rick feeling your cunt. You, sticking your tongue halfway down his throat, and maybe playing with his cock!"
Gail started to deny it vehemently, but her anger took over. "So--? " she challenged.
"So-what happened to me?" He began to pout and his tone was surly.
"I didn't do anything wrong!" Gail said, hating herself for going on the defensive.
"What do you call 'wrong'? " Bryan said sarcastically. "Do you have to spread your legs and let him put it into you before you call it wrong?"
"Don't be a pig!" Gail spat in frustration. "You don't own me, you know. You act as if you are my husband-or worse than that-my mother!"
It hit home and hurt, and it angered him.
Gail was conscious of the throbbing desires that had not subsided-desires that had been unsatisfied by the man who had put them there. She felt irritable, because she had been cheated. She had wanted to go all the way with Rick, to have him fulfill her wants and needs for sex with him, and in a vague way, she blamed Bryan for it. If he hadn't been there, she tried to rationalize, Rick could have come in and-She broke off her thinking on that score by remembering that if Bryan weren't here, she wouldn't be, either.
She turned and went into the bathroom, closing and locking the door. She stripped off her clothes, letting her hands linger on her aching flesh, her fingers tweaking the nipples of her breasts, then moving down to caress the lips of her vagina. God! I need it! Gail thought. I needed it bad! She recalled the feel of Rick's finger inside her pussy, and the way his hard cock had thrilled her with its virile promise, as she had stroked it.
She washed in cold water, hoping that it would quiet her nerves and still her lust. She lingered long with the washing of her vagina, rubbing the rough washcloth harshly against her vagina, partially masturbating. But it only made her more frustrated. She dried herself with the towel, splashed on some cologne, and stepped out into the main room of the cabin, totally nude! She felt an abandon that made her body tingle. She hoped that Bryan was awake, and that he was as horny and ready as she was!
Bryan was sitting on his bunk. He was naked, and his penis was beginning to rise and grow hard! It was as if he had been reading her mind! She couldn't know that Bryan had spent the past moments steeling himself to satisfy his own needs and desires, whether his sister resisted or not. He was ready to rape her, if necessary, so violent was his passion for her. His appetite had been whetted as he watched another man feel her private parts-parts that belonged to him alone, after last night!
"He got you all hot for me." His voice was cold, and almost a sneer. His mouth curled in a superior smile, and for a moment, he reminded Gail of Hazel.
"Don't torment me, Bryan!" She pleaded. She had no pride left. Once she had succumbed to her incestuous lust for her brother, she felt stripped of all her virtues, seeing herself as a lustful, sensuous carbon copy of her mother.
"You need it bad, don't you?" He went on, enjoying the sadistic surge of power that swept him, adding to his sexual arousal.
"Yes! Yes! I need it! Is that what you want to hear?" Gail moaned. "I want sex! I want you."
She half stumbled over to stand before him, her hands outstretched in a gesture of entreaty. Bryan eyed her appreciatively, feasting his eyes on her breasts and her vagina. He felt like a sultan, deciding whether he would or would not gratify the needs of one of his harem. He edged forward, spreading his legs, allowing his rigid penis to stand up straight and hard. Without touching it, he commanded harshly, "Suck it!"
Gail did not hesitate. She reached out and grasped his cock in her hand, rubbing it up and down for a few seconds, then she bowed her head and took Bryan's cock into her mouth. It was a new sensation for her, but she found it aroused her even more, and 'she began to suck hard, bobbing her head up and down rapidly, plunging the stiff flesh-pole deep into her mouth.
Bryan's smile was lustful. His eyes glazed with pleasure and power, and he thrust his buttocks up hard, to meet her sucking mouth. He was enjoying his mastery over her as much as he was the sensual pleasures that roamed his body. He eyed her avidly as she appeared to be enjoying the feel of his cock driving deep inside her. He didn't even care, at the moment, if she might be fantasizing that it was Rick she was fellating. No matter what she might be dreaming of, it was he, Bryan, who was getting the blow job!
As he felt himself nearing orgasm, Bryan leaned forward and grasped her head with one hand, and the exposed shaft of his penis in the other. He pulled her head in a rapidly increasing rhythm, as he wallowed in the feel of her lips touching his hand at the depth of her suction on his prick. He gave a vicious thrust forward, holding her head tight as his semen began to shoot into her mouth.
It shocked her momentarily, but she instinctively began to swallow it. The more she swallowed, the more frantically she strove to ingest it all. She thrilled pervertedly at the feel of his hot, hard cock inside her mouth, and as she looked upward into his lustful eyes, she felt that she was nearing a climax.
She continued to suck hard, playing with his balls with one hand and stroking the shaft of his prick with the other. She felt wanton, and she loved it, even though she couldn't give herself a satisfactory explanation. She kept on, with Bryan encouraging her by continuing to pull her head toward him with a steady rhythm, and in another moment, as her jaws began to ache dully from the unusual action, he suddenly withdrew his penis from her mouth, holding it in his hand, waving her to the floor.
She stretched out on the hard floor, cushioned only by a thin well-worn mat of some synthetic fiber. It was rough and scratchy against her buttocks and back, but it made her even more hungry to feel Bryan's penis inside her. She was in a strange half trance, all her emotions tumbling over each other as she watched Bryan position himself between her legs.
He reached for the pillow on his bunk and shoved it underneath her bottom, elevating her cunt up so that he had easier access to it. He held his cock firmly in his hand, leaning forward and running just the swollen head of it along the crack formed by her cunt lips. It was tantalizing, and when it came into contact with her clitoris, Gail gasped and tried to buck upward to keep the contact and friction. But Bryan tired of the frame, and he reached down and grasped her legs, maneuvering them so that her ankles rested on his shoulders. Gail sensed what he wanted to do and cooperated by trying to lock her feet around his neck.
He moved closer, guiding his rigid tool into her vagina, squirming about until he had solid, constant contact with her clitoris, then he began his in and out motion. It allowed him to go deep inside her, and, at the same time, he was rubbing her sensitive clit with the head and shaft of his penis, almost constantly. Bryan began to breathe hard and Gail moaned with the joyous fulfillment she was receiving.
She didn't know where the idea came from, but she suddenly gasped, "Talk dirty to me, lover. Fuck me, and talk to me!"
"Did-you-like-sucking me off?? " Bryan gasped, punctuating each word with a deep thrust of his cock into her vagina.
"I loved it! It was so good!" Gail panted.
"It felt good, going so deep into your mouth ... and having you suck me dry like that!" He was gasping now, turned on by the talk more than she was.
"I loved having your come in my mouth! I loved sucking your prick! I loved it-loved it-" Gail was gasping madly for breath now as she approached her climax.
"You fucker--! " Bryan gasped viciously. "You wonderful, horny cocksucker!" And then it burst from his subconscious, beyond his control or understanding. "You're better than Mom could ever be!"
As he said it, she felt his hot juices shoot into her cunt and she locked her mouth to her brother's, sucking his tongue in with deep, inhaling motions, completely removed from the time and the place. She was conscious only of the delightful sensations that were sweeping through her body as she became vaguely aware that he had stopped his pumping motions and was lying atop her, his full weight almost smothering her.
As far as she was able to interpret her conscious thoughts, all Gail could think of was the glorious feeling that filled her being, brought about by her brother. She was half absorbed in thoughts of how she could continue this orgiastic binge, without upsetting all the apple carts that were so much atilt.
As Bryan slowed, and his cock began to soften, Gail could not let him go at that moment. She sucked his tongue in deeply and moaned, "Oh, Bryan, don't go. Don't stop. Fuck me more-fuck me all night-forever!" Something that he had said, she knew vaguely, had really turned her on. What had it been? Suddenly, she remembered it clearly. He had compared her to Hazel, their mother, and he had said she was much better.
And, from out of nowhere, she suddenly fantasized that it was Rick Hale atop her. Then the dream quickly dissolved and it was Rick atop her mother, then it was Rick atop Bryan-then Brad, down on his knees, sucking Rick's cock. Penises and vaginas melted into a big blur, and she felt sick. She felt degraded and shamed, and she wanted to run to the cool, clean water of the lake and dive in-never to come up.
She must have almost fainted, she knew, for when she came to her senses fully, Bryan was standing beside her, a cold washcloth in his hand, and he was rubbing it over her forehead. Bryan was saying, "Come on, sis, snap out of it, wake up. Shape up!"
It took a moment for the cobwebs to clear from her mind, and then all the strange, exotic memories came rushing back, and with them, sudden fear. Gail had never passed out in her entire life that she could recall, and now, after her sex bout with her brother, she felt weak and sapped of all will and self-control.
She looked at Bryan's face. Was it contempt that she saw there? Concern? Or just puzzlement?
"I don't know what happened-" Gail said, running her hand over her forehead.
"You really got with it," Bryan said with a wicked grin. "Man, when you let go, you really unwind."
Bryan was undergoing a strange phenomenon. He felt like a sultan. He felt like Casanova, Don Juan and Errol Flynn, all wrapped into one man. He had never seen a woman respond so violently and completely as his sister had, and-Rlthough he had only Hazel to compare her to, Bryan knew that much of the sex talk at school was not just plain "bull." He had really turned Gail on to his frequency, and he suddenly felt all powerful, as if he should be able to call the shots. He suddenly remembered his frustration, jealousy, and resentment at his sister's response to Rick. He couldn't understand the jealous waves that swept him, but he knew that he didn't want his record sex performance challenged by Rick-a Johnny-come-lately who seemed out for one thing-only to get into Gail's panties.
"I guess we can have a nice vacation, sis," Bryan said cockily. "All by ourselves!" He said the latter phrase pointedly, looking hard at Gail.
She nodded without comprehending his point, unconsciously rubbing her crotch. She was sore from all the wild sex, and it was a happy pain she was feeling, yet, she couldn't get the vision of Rick from her mind, nor the feel of his hands on her body. She was vaguely aware that she had used a cheap, immoral substitute for what she really wanted-the feel of Rick inside her, his mouth on her pussy, his cock deep inside her, while his mouth sucked the insides from her own.
She felt trapped, and she suddenly realized that she was in the same sexual, slimy trap that her mother had been in for so many years-hung up on sex with a member of her own family. The thought sobered her and she stood up. She faced Bryan with a grim face. She had to end this farce now, before it led to complete tragedy. "We have to stop, Bryan!" Gail said firmly.
"Stop? Stop what? All this fun?" He was still acting like he was superman.
"No more. It's bad enough that we've gone this far, but there won't be any more." In spite of her bold front, Gail wasn't sure she could stick to the vow. She was disturbed and vaguely frightened by the glowering expression on her brother's face. She wished they had a car. At the moment, she needed to get away from Bryan. He was too strong a personality-almost as overwhelming as was Hazel. Somehow, the moment she had met Rick, Gail had realized that here was an escape-a chance to get back to the normality that had ceased the moment her father had died in the accident.
Gail had remembered much more of the marriage than had either of her brothers, and she knew how Hazel had always dominated the family. Her father had not been a weak man, but had chosen to keep peace in his home by allowing certain privileges to be granted. He had been more than lenient with all three children and especially with Gail. He had adored her, and in many areas, had used her as a buffer between himself and his domineering mate. The boys had always been Hazel's private property. But-not since Bryan had succumbed so wonderfully to her body! She did have a weapon, feeble as it might turn out to be-and, she did have an ace in the hole!
She had Rick. He was strong, smart, understanding. And ... he loved her ... or, he said it was so, and he had acted as if it were true. Gail tried to evaluate Rick. She went over his every action, and, considering the hot, eager way she had acted, she had to find no fault with him. He had acted like any young, healthy male would have acted.
But-could she entrust him with the secrets of her weirdo family? Or, was she merely using him as an escape-a convenient way out of this mess that she had helped create?
Gail looked at her brother, who was now half asleep, satiated sexually, sure of himself in his male dominance. She wanted to throw up. She wanted to take it all back. She wished with all her heart that she had never come home for vacation-never gotten tangled up with the rotten mess that was her family-and, at the same instant, she gulped down the thoughts, for if she hadn't-she wouldn't have met Rick.
She paused in her thoughts, trying to sort out the good and the bad, and she could see only one face-Rick's. She qualified everything the heart of her was saying, and she lied to herself in some instances, but as she sobered, and looked at herself-and the cocky, confident countenance of her brother, Gail hated herself. But-she knew where she belonged. She knew where she had to go. She had an escape hatch ... and, even though she wasn't sure of her feelings for Rick-he was there. He was a way. A beautifully, attractive way out. All she had to do was to call on him. Walk away. Leave Hazel and her fucked-up sons. Let them have this weird world of sex that Hazel had decreed.
She looked at Bryan and, somehow, she knew that there would never be an end to it. He had too much, he was too sexy, too good, too satisfying. Even if she were to marry Rick, she couldn't be sure. And she knew, suddenly, what a hopeless trap she had fallen into. A trap of Hazel's making. Fear grew in her heart that she was becoming a carbon copy of her mother. A dynasty of filth was building, and she felt helpless to halt it.