Chapter 8
Gail slept fitfully, but she woke at daybreak, a new determination driving her into a wide-awake alertness. She dressed quietly, putting on a warm sweater over her dress, and left the cabin. She headed for the village at a brisk pace, feeling cleansed by the sharp, pine-scented touch of the breeze.
She stopped at a small restaurant as she reached the place and called Rick. He answered sleepily, but became quickly interested when he recognized her voice.
"I'm at The Flapjack," she explained. "Can you come over? I have to talk to you ... about last night. I'll have some toast and coffee while I wait."
Rick was puzzled, and a hundred questions formed, but he quickly replied, "Okay, I'll see you inside twenty minutes!"
As she nibbled at her toast and sipped absently at the strong coffee, Gail's mind was busy. She knew that she faced the greatest decision of her young life, and that unless she made the right choice, she could be throwing her life away. She had to forget all she'd once believed about family love and loyalty. They weren't a family, by any standards. They had developed into a band of sexually warped animals!
She had steeled herself by the time Rick Hale arrived. He looked fresh and handsome, she thought, but there was concern in his eyes as he sat down across from her in the small booth. Gail looked deep into his eyes as she asked abruptly, "Did you mean it last night when you said you loved me?"
Rick grabbed her hand and patted and squeezed it. "I meant it, Gail, and I'll mean it all my life."
A sad little smile came to her mouth. "You may want to change your mind when you hear what I have to say," she said meekly, feeling her confidence dwindling under his wide-eyed, admiring stare. "It's going to be hard for me, so don't try to interrupt while I tell you-please. I know that I love you, Rick, but I can't let you walk into something as dirty as this with your eyes shut."
Rick frowned for a moment, but nodded and held her hand tightly.
"I guess the best way is to get right to the truth. My mother has used my two brothers sexually. I don't know when or how it started ... I was away at college ... but it's true. When I did discover it, I couldn't accept it. We had a big fight-my mother and I-and, hoping that it would give me a chance to reach my youngest brother, Bryan, before he became as slimy as my mother and Brad, my oldest brother, I came up here with Bryan.
"I can't explain what happened ... but..." she paused, biting her lips, her eyes averted, "we had sex ... a different kind of sex than I'd ever imagined."
Rick's face clouded, but it was more with concern and pity for her, than anger. He had to fight back the questions that crowded his mind. He squeezed her hand encouragingly and she raised her face and gave him a grateful smile.
"It started off so innocently ... so much fun. We were swimming, and horsing around like a couple of kids..." Gail suddenly blushed, realizing that her brother and herself were both in their teens.
"I was taking off my suit..." she stopped suddenly, a look of horror crossing her face. " ... but I knew he was coming in! I think I wanted to show him my body! I wanted him to want me sexually! I must have! Oh, Rick ... Rick..." She began to cry. Rick moved quickly into the booth beside her, his arms going around her. He was conscious of, but impervious to, the stares of the two customers at the counter and the waitress who was looking at them in surprise.
"Come on, honey..." Rick soothed. "This is the only way to get it out of your system. I understand, darling ... I understand, believe me. Come on, now..."
Gail dried her tears with the paper napkin she held, still avoiding his gaze. He leaned over and kissed her hair, and she felt his warm hand squeezing her breast. It helped, somehow, and she summoned the courage to go ahead.
"Anyhow, we had sex ... almost all night ... and the worst part is ... I think I liked it. Then, last night, when we were dancing, and I felt your body close to mine, felt the love and respect in you, the need for me . . I almost begged you to stop on the way, and just let me give you all of me ... my body, my heart ... everything. And in front of the cabin, when I felt your whole body needing me, wanting me ... and your hand on my ... my pussy ... I was so ready ... so willing ... that when I ran inside, and found that Bryan was watching and waiting ... I . . I ... did it again. I'm not blaming anybody. I wanted you so badly that if Bryan hadn't been there ... I'd have masturbated, with your face in mind. I'm so mixed up, Rick ... so ashamed, but one thing I do know ... I love you, need you, want you ... and I need you now, to help me out of this dirty cesspool of sex."
Rick held her close, his mind racing and reeling under the impact of what she had told him. He knew with certainty that he was in love with her, and as certain that she needed not only his help, but that of a psychiatrist. But for now, he knew, she needed whatever strength he could give her. She had faced up to the truth-now it was his turn.
Rick moved and took her shoulder in his hands, forcing her to look toward him. She raised her face, and looked into his eyes bravely.
"Do you really love me, Gail?" Rick asked. "I mean-enough to marry me?"
"Oh, Rick..." It was all she could manage as she leaned forward and kissed his lips longingly.
"Then you listen to me!" Rick suddenly knew what he had to do, and he took command. "We're going to put all the cards on the table-now! We'll go back to the cabin, pick up your brother, and go and face your mother and other brother, and tell them straight out: we're going to be married, and that's that. What they do is their business. They have to do just one thing for us: leave us alone-completely!"
Gail nestled close to his chest, her hands clutching his body.
"Now, you get hold of yourself," Rick continued, "and we'll take it one step at a time. The first one is to go and face your brother, and convince him that we mean business!"
He sounded so confident and unbeatable that Gail's blood raced wildly at the thought that she did have a man who wanted her-who loved her and would be able to extricate her from this sordid life she seemed to have inherited.
Rich threw a dollar on the table and helped her as she rose. They drove in silence, except for one moment when he said, "You let me handle Bryan, dear. I promise you, I won't be too rough on him. After all, he must have been almost as helpless as you were. Just one thing-you have to be willing to give up all connection with your family. I know that will be difficult, but it has to be that way!" Gail had only nodded silent agreement, and both fell silent for the rest of the drive.
Rick Hale's mind was busy probing the problems that faced him and Gail, if they married. He finally resolved that the only possible cure for the disease of incest, had to be amputation-she had to be completely severed from her family. It was as simple as that. It wouldn't be easy for either of them, he realized, but it had to be done.
Rick anticipated little trouble with Bryan, the younger brother, for he had decided that the key to this bizarre entanglement had to be Gail's mother. Vaguely, he dreaded the moment that he would have to face her. for he realized that she must be a very dominant personality. He would have to lend all his own strength and determination to Gail, if they were to win the battle.
He pulled the car to a halt before the cabin, and leaned back, looking at the woman he wanted to marry. He knew that the next few moments would be heartrending for her, and he suddenly succumbed to a deep-felt desire to hold her in his arms to let her taste and feel his love. He took her into his arms-secretly hoping that Bryan was watching. Their lips locked and their tongues played games of reassurance, and he knew instinctively that she loved him, and once released from the evil touch of her mother, and to a leaser degree, her brother, that Gail would give him the kind of life he needed and wanted.
They parted, and he climbed out and held the door for her. No words were said. He simply took her hand in his, as they mounted the steps to the porch and opened the door.
Bryan was still in his bunk, but he roused quickly as the pair entered the cabin. He propped himself on his elbows and stared at them, half angry, half puzzled. "What's going on?" he asked stupidly.
Rick walked over and stood looking down at him, fighting to keep his pity and contempt from showing in his face.
"Gail and I are taking you back to the city. We're going to get all this dirty laundry washed clean-for the last time, and then Gail and I are going to be married." He saw Bryan bristle, and he put out a hand to restrain him from rising. Bryan looked up at him with a new respect. He felt that if he made the wrong move, he would get a fist in his mouth!
"Gail told me about you and her. That's it!" Rick Hale looked coldly into Bryan's eyes. "It's over, and it never happened. You peep one word of this to your mother or your brother, and I'll take you apart, piece by piece ... and I mean it! I'll even enjoy it. Got it, sonny boy?"
Bryan's mind was racing madly, torn between relief and fear. This might just be the man who could straighten out his goddamned family and give some happiness to poor Gail. Or-he could just be an added complication-depending on what Hazel decided. Bryan realized with sobering suddenness how much he had submitted to his mother's will, and it caused perspiration to bead on his forehead and upper lip, in spite of the coolness of the room. He looked at his sister, who stood unobtrusively behind Rick Hale. He saw defiance in her stare, and something else that Bryan liked-he saw a pleading look there. She wanted this man. She deserved a strong man, like Rick. And as the thought crossed his mind, Bryan knew that this sudden turn of events was freeing not only Gail, but himself. A strange grin spread across his handsome face. He nodded his head a dozen times, and when he spoke, he was looking at Gail.
"I'm with you!"
Rick turned and flashed a smile at Gail. She began to cry again, as she walked over toward her brother. She stopped and looked down at him and said sobbingly, "Bryan ... I ... I don't know what to say ... except ... thank you. Thank you."
Rick put his arm around her and said with a smile, "Get packed, Bryan. We're heading for the shootout at the not Okay corral!"
His bright mood broke the tension, and all three laughed. Bryan started to throw off the covers, then remembered he was naked, and he looked archly at Rick and said, "I have to dress, so why don't you take my sister somewhere where I can have some privacy. After all-I am a big boy-now!"
Gail and Rick both appreciated his effort to tell them he was ashamed of himself, and willing to make a solid effort to halt the crazy sex antics of the James family. Rick took her hand and led her into the kitchen, where he kissed her hotly, his hands going over her breasts and her fanny as she let him suck her tongue deep into his throat, then returned the favor.
"It'll be wonderful-like nothing we ever dreamed of," Rick said gaspingly. "I'll love you so hard and so good..." Gail rubbed her body against his sinewy one, feeling his cock hardening inside his pants. She wished futilely that she had let him have her the night before, but she brushed the thought away with the knowledge that there were a thousand thousand tomorrows with Rick, when she could show him in every way she knew, how she loved him.
Less than an hour later, they were in Rick's car, headed back for the city. A strange understanding seemed to have been built between Rick and Bryan. So much so that, when Rick broached the subject of the conditions that had to be instituted after he married Gail, with a total destruction of family contact, Bryan said calmly, "You're a smart one, Rick. It's the only way to fly. As for me-forget it. I'll send a Christmas card or something, but that will be it."
The camaraderie had built stoutly during the drive to the city, and when they neared the outskirts, Rick knew in his heart that he had made the right decision.
Brad dreaded going back to face the misery of his life with his mother. He had long ago known her for what she was, and he longed for the arms and the kiss and the touch of another kind of lover-a man!
He knew that he had made his decision in his own heart and mind, and now, he had to convince Hazel that she had lost.
He had wondered vaguely, about his brother Bryan and his sister, Gail. He could summon up much more pity for both of them than concern. They would have to finally come to the same decision he had come to-to cut himself away from her, and her sadistic sex ideas. Brad had known the delights of an uncomplicated love that was sexually fulfilling, and he no longer could pamper or cowtow to his warped mother.
It was after noon when he opened the door to face his nervous, almost seething mother. Hazel was poised as if she would spring, if she could, in her favorite chair. She had spent too much time without the sexual satisfaction from her sons that she so needed. And she was prepared for the showdown with Brad. She would quickly straighten out his gay ideas, she knew. The man
ISO didn't live that wouldn't prefer a woman's body and love to that of a fairy-a queer.
They glared at each other for a long moment, like two animals preparing for combat. Hazel's mouth twisted in a sneer as she said, "I hope you've had enough of queers, and have come to your senses. You're a sneak. Why didn't you have the guts to walk out the front door, instead of sneaking out the window for your 'date'? " She almost vomited out the last word.
"You're the one that's queer!" It jolted Hazel back into her chair with its vehemence. She stared hard at her son, trying to find a crack in his armor, that would allow her to resume the commanding role that she was so accustomed to. But she saw only a stony-eyed stranger.
"You don't have any idea of what love is all about!" Brad spat at her, walking close and clenching his fists. "You couldn't make it with my father-so you decided to make studs of your sons! You fucked up my life-you miserable bitch! You've fucked up the lives of Bryan and Gail! You're a fucking weirdo! A monster! Why in hell don't you just buy a nice big dildo and fuck yourself to death!"
Brad was panting loudly. His face was flushed and his knuckles were white as he clenched his fists. Hazel had never seen the evidence of violence in her son, and it caused her to gasp.
"Brad...! " she rasped, "Don't talk to me as if I were a common whore! Remember ... think back ... was it all so bad?"
Brad looked at her coldly, his mind going back to the times he had had sex with her. He had to admit, she was a beautiful woman. But why with her sons? Why not go out and find a man who would see this, and overlook her handicap?
"It was bad ... rotten ... evil. . . " The words came from him with a saturation of bitterness and vague contempt.
Hazel felt that she had made a good point, and she softened her voice. "Brad, darling ... what could any man give you that I haven't proved I could give better. And-" she smiled archly, "I love you. I'll never stop loving you."
Brad James looked at her with a mixture of pity, hate and desire. He had noticed that she was dressed in her most revealing and provocative negligee, and now, her breasts caught his eye, and he reluctantly let his eyes rove down to her crotch, where he saw the dark thatch of hair that covered her exciting pussy.
He stretched out both hands in a gesture of helplessness. "Mom!" he pleaded, "give it up! I don't want you in bed with me! I want you to find a man-a real man-that you can really get your rocks off with-but not me-not dumb little Bryan-grow up, Mom!"
Hazel studied him for a moment, then crawled painfully erect, using her crutch. She hobbled over to Brad and with a sweeping gesture, tore her filmy gown from her body! She stood there before him, a pitiful figure in his youthful eyes, her breasts jutted out, her pubic area shoved invitingly outward, her lovely body too enticing for any male to resist!
He fell to his knees, grasping her buttocks in his hot hands, and buried his mouth in the warm, secure pubic hair that hardly concealed her wide spread cunt lips. His tongue went out avidly, seeking that knob of flesh that he was so familiar with, her clitoris-the seat of her passion. Finding it, he went wild. He felt her hand on the back of his head, and he delved deeply into her with his tongue, as his hands dug deeply into the soft mounds of her buttocks! He pulled her hot cunt closer to his searching tongue with every stroke, and Hazel cooperated beautifully. She moved her buttocks and thighs in perfect union with her son's probing, exciting tongue, and she gasped as he found her sensitive nubbin of flesh, arousing the excruciating beginning of her orgasm!
"Oh ... suck it, son ... bite it ... make me come..." she mouthed obscenely, bolstered by the knowledge that she had such a firm grip on Brad that he could never leave her ... not for any man or any other woman!
She bucked and lunged as she approached her climax, pulling Brad's head violently into her crotch, until she felt the wild, crazy lighting strokes leave her pussy and spread over her whole body! She had him back! He was her sex toy! Her relief!
As she relaxed quickly, satiated, she could see that Brad's pants were bulging. He had become hard-for her! She felt a glowing, vibrant triumph spread through her body, and she pulled on his hair, taking his mouth away from her cunt.
"Brad, darling ... take your pants off," she begged. "I want to suck you off so good that you'll know that nobody on this earth-man or woman-loves you like I do-can satisfy you like I can. Later, if you want to shove your wonderful cock into my cunt-I'd love it! But it doesn't have to be that way, because I've also got an ass-hole. If that's your bag-I'd love to have you shove it up my ass!"
Brad looked up at her in amazement. He had long ago evaluated his feelings for his mother, and she had come off the loser. Now, she was trying to lure him away from his new love. And yet-she was the most satisfying sexual outlet he had ever known-and now she was offering him even more than any man could! She had a mouth-a willing ass-hole-and the added item-a willing, warm, wonderful cunt!
"I'll never leave you..." Brad mumbled, as he watched Hazel assume awkwardly, a position on the floor before him, on her hands and knees, so that her anus and part of her desirable, hairy pussy were exposed to him. This was his to do with what he chose, he suddenly knew. This was a woman who offered everything to him ... body, money, love ... as she understood it ... as opposed to a faggot who offered only an occasional oral job, and an even rarer chance for Brad to shove his cock up his love partner's ass!
Hazel, his mother, was offering everything! She was the ultimate woman-the pinnacle of sexual satisfaction! Yet-she made him feel like a dishrag. He was weak, when she was involved, whereas, with Maies, he was dominant. He knew he was handsome, and he was young, and that was a big factor in the gay world. He suddenly wondered what he would be able to do when he was forty-maybe fifty. If she lived, Hazel would be there. He'd have to take his chances with anyone in the gay world.
He looked lasciviously at his mother's exposed buttocks, where he could see clearly the pinkish-brown wrinkled expanse of her anus, and the half-hidden pussy, covered with dark hair. His decision, Brad knew, was the most important he would ever make. Stay-and have unlimited sex, plus the money security that was so appealing--or launch out into the world of the queers.
His mind relived the delicious feel of lips on his cock-but-he could have this from Hazel. He recalled the first time that he had pushed his rigid cock into the open, willing ass-hole of a male, and now, before him, was the wide-open, willing anus of his mother. And-if that didn't satisfy him, there was her luscious cunt ... and her sucking, hot, willing mouth! In the balancing of the scales, Hazel had a lot more to offer than anyone he knew in the world.
He pumped at his cock, getting it as stiff as it could ever be, his mouth still dank with the pungent taste of her pussy. He eyed her anus lustfully as he inserted the swollen head of his cock into the rectal opening, thrilling as it went into the resilient channel. He plunged it in hard, almost wishing he could hear her scream in pain, and it entered even deeper into her anus until the head of his cock completely disappeared.
Brad was gasping now, holding the shaft of his prick with one hand, spreading the cheeks of his mother's buttocks wider with the other. He began to ram his cock relentlessly into the dark opening, feeling a sense of great power as he watched it sink deeper and deeper into her ass-hole with each vicious thrust.
Hazel was gasping deeply, with each thrust of Brad's organ, but her gasps were meant to express her pleasure. It was a two-fold pleasure, for she enjoyed the raw sex, but even more, the triumph of her body's allure over the reluctance of her son. She was proving to him that she had far more to offer sexually than any male, and she was cementing the link between them solidly.
"Brad ... Brad!" Hazel gasped, "Shove it in deep and hard. Make me come ... fuck me harder ... harder!"
Brad was even more aroused by her pleading, and he held her buttocks firmly in his hands, pulling her ass back hard against his thrusting cock. The sight of it going in and out of her anus, and the thrilling tightness of the channel were driving him into ecstasy such as he'd never known. He felt his juices bubbling up in his scrotum, and he jabbed his cock harder and faster, sensing somehow that his mother was also approaching her climax.
As the first spurt of semen entered her anus, Hazel began to writhe and wriggle like an animal, wanting more of him, and one hand went quickly to her clitoris, where her fingers wildly massaged the nub of flesh until she had triggered her orgasm. Brad was moaning with joy as he sent spurt after spurt of semen into her anus, his body shuddering with sheer lust as he experienced a tremendous orgasm.
When his orgasm ended, he felt sapped of strength and he collapsed atop Hazel's back. They both lay in a tangled mass of flesh, perspiring, moaning and gasping with the slowly fading joys of orgasm. Neither could say a word, but each knew that the other had been completely fulfilled by the sex session. Hazel was aglow with the thought that she had won her son back, and she knew that he wouldn't stray again-at least, not with another boy. And, she felt, if he had any appreciation of the fullness of sex with a mature woman, he'd never stray to the arms of anyone.
Brad lay breathing hard, hating himself for having been too weak to stick to his determination to leave, once and for all. He had to admit, his mother turned him on like no one else, but when it was over, the emotional let down was too much for him. Even now, depression was taking over his thinking. And-of late, Brad had been experiencing odd, frightening feelings of violence when in these low moods. He didn't really know, at this moment, as his sexuality faded, whether he hated himself or his mother more-whether the surging violence that seethed for release from his body would be directed at his mother, or at himself. But he did know that it was coming closer and closer to bursting the dams of reason within him.