Chapter 4

The week following her little escapade with the hitch hiker, Linda applied herself to her work with more fervor than usual. For obvious reasons she didn't want to dwell on what she'd done. At times it seemed as if she had a twin sister and the sister had been the one who'd actually picked up the strange young man and driven him to a lonely spot for illicit purposes. Yes, her twin sister was a naughty, wicked woman who couldn't control her powerful appetite. But Linda knew too that the twin was really part of herself.

She'd been so faithful to her husband, such a good wife over the years. It was hard to understand exactly what had snapped inside her to make her risk it all for the few moments of bliss she'd experienced in the front seat of her Lincoln. But hadn't it been worth it? Linda decided that yes, it had. And before the week was out her mind began to wander again. She was thinking of that strange young man and other young men. It was a Friday when she finally decided to take the rest of the day off.

On the way home she stopped at a bar for a little pick-me-up. She eyed a couple of possibilities at nearby tables but no one in the place really turned her on so she finished her screwdriver and left. She didn't want just anybody. She had a certain amount of taste when it came to males and knew that a quickie with the first creep who came along would be ugly in the end.

But as she turned down the street to her house her mind wandered to her young nephew Gene. Her brother's family was still staying with them, taking side trips in the mountains from time to time. Travis didn't seem to mind that his wife was wiped out half the time. Linda wondered what had driven Louise to the bottle. She wasn't a bad looking woman, though somewhat heavier than Linda. And she wasn't a mean drunk either. She just got into the bottle and stayed there. When Linda walked in the door she saw her dozing on the sofa with a glass near at hand. The television was turned to some daytime serial.

Linda glanced around, wondering where her young nephew was. She was ashamed for thinking of him in a sexual way. He was just twenty, young enough to be her son when it came right down to it. But he had such a fantastic body! So young, so slender. She couldn't help wondering what he looked like without his clothes.

"Wonder where everybody is?" she mused aloud, putting her briefcase down and going to the kitchen. She made herself another drink and stirring the ice cube around with her finger headed upstairs. The door to her husband's bedroom was closed. Though she very seldom went in there, it was odd to see it shut at this time of the day. She started try the knob but shrugged and went on down the hall to her own room. No sooner had she shut the door behind her than she heard the muffled tone that indicated someone had just entered her daughter's bathroom.

"Patsy home at this hour?" she said to herself. "She's supposed to be at school." Linda tossed her jacket on the bed and flicked off the lights. Then she opened the panel to expose the one way mirror. She gasped from shock and quickly thumbed the button to activate the hidden microphone. It was Patsy alright, but someone was in there with her! It was Gene!

"Aw let's do it, honey," Linda heard her nephew say. "Your mom won't be home for hours and my mom's passed out downstairs."

"But...."

"God you look pretty today. I bet the guys at school give you a hard time."

"Not really," Patsy said, blushing. Linda was staring through the glass like she was seeing her daughter for the first time. She was still in shock, still uncertain as to how to take all this. Was Gene putting the make on Patsy? It certainly sounded like it. Linda suddenly felt very protective of her daughter's virginity. Gene had slipped an arm around Patsy's waist now. The short navy blue dress she had on showed off her slim hips and firm, pertly shaped bottom. Gene leaned close and kissed Patsy's face.

"Ohhh Gene, you make me feel so good." Patsy turned, pressed her young body against her cousin. Then they kissed, really kissed. Linda's panties felt suddenly damp. She rocked her hips, feeling the thin nylon slip up between the lips of her vulva. She hadn't thought of Patsy as having any serious sexual needs. Her daughter seemed so young. But as Gene's fingers eased down over the outward sweep of the girl's ass cheeks, Linda had to admit that her little baby was growing up.

"Baby, you know how nice it was," Gene whispered. The hidden microphone picked up the sexy nuance in his voice. Linda stiffened, her heart fluttering with excitement. Had her daughter already stepped over the line? She swallowed and leaned close to the glass. Gene was kissing Patsy's neck. She turned in his arms so that her bottom was pushed back against his hips. Now the two of them were turned towards the mirror and to Linda's embarrassment her daughter was watching herself get felt up. Gene was behind her, one hand stroking the young girl's tits, while the other petted her belly. Then he was reaching down to get under her blue skirt.

"Nhhhoooo," Patsy moaned. Linda could see that her daughter wasn't really fighting her cousin off though. The boy's fingers disappeared under the hem and Linda watched with mixed emotions as he reached up ... up. Then Patsy's face changed, her eyes half shutting, her mouth going slack.

"Honey, Ohhhh, Gene honeeeee!" she sighed, still watching her reflection. To Linda it was as if her daughter were looking directly into her eyes. She had to remind herself that the couple couldn't see her. They had no idea they were being observed.

"You're really wet. You want to do it, don't you?"

"I ... I...."

"Don't you?" Gene insisted, his hidden fingers moving. There was a wet sound that even Linda's little speaker picked up. She sighed herself, imagining Gene's fingers opening the soft, young lips of her daughter's cunt. Patsy seemed to melt back into her cousin's embrace. Her bare feet pointed, lifting her up a few inches as the slick rubbing sound continued.

"Oh god," Linda gasped to herself. "He's got his hand in her panties. He's feeling her up something awful." She pushed a hand down to rub her own throbbing pussy. like the last time she'd watched her daughter masturbate, her secret observations were really getting to her. And with Gene putting his hands all over sweet Patsy's body..."But she's my daughter!" Linda said, biting her lip. Still, she was a professional. If she'd been observing her daughter's sexual maturation all these months, wasn't this part of it too? She had to keep her head. She had to remain cool and scientific. "I'll get my camera," she said, hurrying to the drawer where she kept it.

By the time she came back to the observation glass, Gene was pulling her daughter's sweater up to expose a flat expanse of young tummy. His other hand was still up under the blue skirt so Linda couldn't see what he was doing. But by the look on Patsy's face she could pretty well guess.

Patsy was breathing hard. A patina of sweat showed on her forehead and her blonde hair was mussed. Her back was still pressed against Gene's stomach and she kept leaning her face back to be kissed. Now Gene exposed her small breasts and as his fingers gently closed around one pink-tipped swell, Linda focused and clicked off a few frames of film. Patsy writhed around in the boy's embrace. She wasn't just breathing hard anymore. She was panting.

"Gene, Gene, Ohhhhh god."

"Let me undo your skirt."

"I'm afraid. What if someone comes?"

But as Linda watched she saw that Gene's aggressiveness had won out. He worked at the zipper for a few seconds and the blue skirt puddled at Patsy's ankles. Now Linda could see her daughter's skimpy panties and she almost wished she couldn't. But she lifted her expensive camera again and made the shutter work. Gene pulled Patsy's sweater off over her head as the young girl watched in the mirror. Again Linda had the impression that Patsy was staring guiltlessly at her. It was an illusion of course but a disturbing one. What her daughter was really doing was watching herself being caressed by her own cousin.

"Maybe I shouldn't let this go on," Linda murmured, fingering the shutter of the camera nervously. But she advanced the film and put the viewfinder to her eye again.

"Whhhhuuuuhh," Patsy groaned as Gene worked his finger up under the silken panty crotch again. The familiar wet sound came over the little speaker in Linda's bedroom and she had to rock her hips again. Her own pussy was dripping butter at an alarming rate. And her heart pounded as she watched Gene inch her daughter's bikini panties down.

"We shouldn't! Ohhh Gene."

"I got something this time. I went to the drugstore this morning and..."

"Gene darling, I do want to. But isn't it wrong?

Us being related and all?"

"Who gives a damn? I sure don't think of that when I look at you,"

Linda was staring at the soft fluff of blonde curls that lined her daughter's cunt lips. She looked so fragile, so pure, so virginic. But from the conversation she'd gotten the impression that Patsy had already had relations ... perhaps with Gene himself. She reminded herself again that this was a perfectly natural occurrence in a young woman's life. Still, this particular young woman was her daughter!

"Ohhh, honey, don't ... don't do th-th-that!"

Linda watched in amazement as Gene extended his middle finger under Patsy's mound and pushed up. Inch by inch it disappeared, Patsy's pink folds stretching out around her cousin's knuckles. Gene eased it out and then back in again. He started a slow, rhythmic finger-fuck that made Patsy whimper with lust. Her hands had been hanging loosely at her sides but now she touched Gene's hand.

"Take off my jeans for me," Gene breathed.

"I don't know...."

"Come on Patsy, take 'em off."

Patsy turned and got her cousin's belt loose. Linda was breathless watching all this. Though she knew she had to keep cool, it wasn't easy. Gene's underwear was all poked out in front. When he'd stepped out of his levis he grabbed Patsy's wrists and made her touch the lump.

"Nhhoooo!"

"Take my skivvies off too." Dutifully Patsy did what her cousin wanted. As the elastic waistband of his shorts cleared the head of his cock it bounded up. Linda sighed at the sight of her young nephew's hot cock. It was white with blue veins along the shaft. It looked clean and firm and wonderfully rigid. The glans was a dusky blue and it seemed to swell and shrink as Patsy stared down at it. Gene put his hands on his pretty cousin's shoulders and forced her to kneel on the bathroom floor.

"What do you want?" she whimpered. "Kiss me there."

"Oh god Gene, you've got to be crazy, I . ... "

"Didn't I kiss you the other time."

"Yes but...."

"I just took a bath. There's nothing wrong with doing that."

"But you're my cousin and all and I just feel so funny."

"Try it! God Patsy, please!"

Linda was still holding her breath. She felt funny about taking any more pictures. But that was silly. She was an observer. And this was a chance few scientists ever got. She took another photo, took another. Her finger trembled on the shutter release when Patsy took her cousin's cock in both hands but she took the picture anyway.

"Don't do it," Linda whispered, staring at her daughter through the one-way glass. "Oh god honey, you're too young to do that."

Gene put his hands on the sides of Patsy's face.

"Just kiss it, baby."

"I feel all shaky inside, Gene." Patsy turned her innocent blue eyes up at him. Her lips looked swollen and wet. Linda could easily understand why Gene wanted Patsy to touch them to his prick.

"I'm begging you to do it," Gene moaned, pulling her head forward another inch. Patsy had his cock tightly in both fists. She gazed at the darkened glans for another few seconds and then took a breath. Pursing her wet lips she pressed them against the little lobes at the underside of the cockhead. Gene trembled. He let his hands slip away from Patsy's face. His belly sucked in sharply under his ribs. Patsy kept her lips stuck tight against his pricktip. Her nostrils were flared with excitement. Her daughter was actually using her tongue now! And the shudder that ran through Gene's slender body indicated that she was using it well.

"Yeah Patsy honey, Ohhhh, Christ that's fine!"

"Mmmmmm," Patsy cooed, actually getting into it now. She moved her head from side to side and Linda saw her tongue slip out from between her teeth. It speared out past her bottom lip and flicked along the entire length of Gene's shaft.

When it disappeared back inside Patsy's mouth the bottom of his prick was glistening with spit.

"Uhhhnnn," Patsy sighed, pulling away. "That's too weird..."

"Oh honey," Gene groaned, bending down to kiss her. "You were liking it weren't you?"

"I ... I don't know. It was so big and hot. I got dizzy feeling it against my tongue."

"Get up on the sink and I'll kiss you down there too."

Gene lifted Patsy up so that her bottom was perched on the edge of the wash basin. Linda could see how excited her daughter was. Patsy's cunt was all pooched out and swollen looking. The inner surfaces glistened with lubrication and even her clit had poked up from its protective hood. Gene got down on his knees now and lifted his cousin's legs, hooking them over his shoulders. Linda was trembling like a leaf. She'd never seen anything so beautifully erotic in her life. But she still had the nagging feeling that she should stop it all.

"Patsy honey, you smell so damned good. Just like last time...."

"Oh Gene, you're so sweet to me." Patsy petted her cousin's head as he moved his mouth closer to her dripping crevice. Then as Linda watched the boy's tongue dance like a snake against the dainty folds, Patsy threw her head back and made a sound deep in her throat. It was almost too much for Linda to take. She raised her camera and flicked the shutter again and again, wondering if she was holding the damned thing steady enough.

The licking sounds that came through the small speaker were unbelievably exciting. And though Patsy's feet had been dangling down, she started slowly to raise them. Linda found herself panting as she watched. Gene on his knees like that. Patsy perching on the edge of the wash basin, her legs draped over her handsome cousin's shoulders. And now both legs were extended straight, her small toes pointed in ecstasy as the young male ate hungrily at the slippery hot meat of Patsy's pussy.

Linda couldn't help but wonder how it would feel for Gene to do the same thing to her. She began to long for it, wishing she was there perched on that sink. She was actually jealous of her daughter and her daughter's youth.

"Honey, honeeeee!" Patsy whimpered, working her feet around in circles as Gene continued to feast on her tender parts. Patsy's belly was sucked in sharply under her ribs, giving her small breasts the appearance of being larger than they actually were. The pink nipples were extended, pointing proudly upwards. Her blonde hair tumbled gracefully over her white shoulders. And by now the inner surfaces of her thighs were shiny with her cousin's saliva.

"Now it's time," Gene breathed hotly. He slipped Patsy's legs off his shoulders and stood up. His cock was exactly even with her parted, dripping slit. She looked at him fearfully. He held out the small foil packet he'd dug from his jeans pocket.

"What's that?"

"It'll keep you from getting knocked up. Why don't you put it on me."

"A rubber?" Patsy took it and turned it over in her hand.

"You have to take it out of the package first," Gene laughed. "It's got a lubricant on it. Not that we need that."

"I guess I am pretty juicy down there, aren't I?" She started to tear the foil. "Are you sure it's okay?"

"Nobody even knows I'm around the place today. And who'd come into your private bathroom?"

"Oh Gene, this is all so new to me. The other night when you ... " Patsy lowered her long lashes.

"Come on baby, put that thing on me."

Linda watched her daughter slip the thin condom out of its package and place it against her cousin's glans. Gene helped her, showing how the thing unrolled. It didn't take Patsy but a second to get the hang of it. She unrolled the transparent latex down over the bulging cocktip and gave a little gasp as she saw how it fit so tight.

"Will you be able to feel my insides through it?" she asked shyly.

"Almost as good as the other day," Gene assured her. "But nothing is as good as going in without anything on at all." Patsy had the rubber rolled down to the base of his cockshaft now.

"It is kind of oily." Her fingers trembled as they traced the shape of Gene's penis under the super-thin film of rubber. "Oh, god Gene, you're so huge!"

"But it worked fine the other night, didn't it."

"I'm still a little sore."

"I'll be gentle." Gene pushed her knees apart and moved closer. He held his cock down so that the rubber-shrouded head brushed open Patsy's outer labia. There was another wet sound as he worked the streamlined knob up and down in her crevice. With the head thoroughly coated with Patsy's hot juices, he edged it down further. Patsy was panting hard again. As the rounded shape pressed up into her soft tissues, Linda saw her daughter lurch and bite her bottom lip. Her eyes were closed, her chest heaving. She was squeezing her cousin's shoulders so hard her knuckles were white.

"Maybe I should stop it," Linda mumbled. "God in heaven, he's going to fuck her. Right here before my eyes."

But there was no pain on Patsy's innocent face now. Her eyes were pinched in concentration and her small tits were heaving with excitement but there was no pain. Linda watched with mixed emotions as Gene's glanstip was surrounded with dripping cuntmeat. Then it was gone. Patsy rolled her hips on the sink edge where she balanced. The juicy sound that came through the speaker was that of something hot and hard being sucked at by a tight and hungry little cunt. Gene pumped his hips gently again and Linda's mouth dropped open as she saw an inch of cock slide into her daughter's pussy. Then another inch and another. Patsy gave a little squeal and closed her thighs slightly. Gene stopped and bathed her face in kisses, his hands petting her breasts, her shoulders, her back.

"Ohhhh it is big! It fills me out inside! It's hot too!"

"You're hot against me the same way!" Gene made her look down at where they were joined.

"It looks kind of strange doesn't it?"

"It's beautiful to me," he murmured.

"I'm so little it doesn't seem possible that you can actually fit."

"It's possible alright," Gene groaned, pumping his hips again. Another inch of veined cockshaft eased into the swollen folds. Linda saw a rivulet of juice slide down onto Gene's balls. He had his hands behind Patsy's ass, pulling himself forward little by little as he penetrated her.

"God," Patsy whimpered, "if my mom ever found out...."

"Hey baby, let's forget about everybody else." Gene kissed his cousin's mouth hard. Patsy responded, wallowing her lips back against the caress, moaning, working her trim bottom.

"Lock your legs behind my back," Gene told her. Patsy did what he wanted. Linda was half out of her mind just watching all this. Her youthful daughter seemed to pick up everything so quickly. With her ankles crossed behind Gene's back she seemed an expert in pleasure. Linda had to remind herself that this was just Patsy's second time.

"Uhhnnnn, Gene!"

"Patsy honey! Ohhhhh, jesus you're tight!"

The boy moved his hips more urgently now. Linda could see that only a little of his cockshaft was left outside Patsy's pussy. But then her daugher gave another squeal and put her hands against her cousin's chest.

"Ohhh, that's deep enough! I'm not big enough to take any more of you!"

"That's deep enough," Gene gasped, pumping frantically. "Ohhhh, damn you're fine!"

"Whhhuuhh, uhhhnnnn," Patsy groaned, pumping back. "I'm really hot! Ohhh, shit am I ever!"

"Patsy!"

"Hold me Gene! Hold meeeee!"

Linda almost dropped her camera. She leaned against the wall and panted without shame. It was too late to stop anything now. The beautiful young pair were groaning and kissing and clutching each other. Patsy's small hands fluttered up and down her cousin's back as she strained to pull him closer.

But when his cock went too deep she squealed, partly from pain, partly from the frustration of not being able to take him to the hilt.

"Ohhh yesss! Yesssss!" the girl cried, licking Gene's shoulder wildly as he humped. The muscles in his ass stood out in sharp relief as he thrust under and up ... up into the clasping tightness of Patsy's slippery little hole. Patsy's body lurched each time she took a thrust. The plump ass flesh quivered as Gene speared her again and again.

"Patsy, Ohhhh fuck, babeeeee!" Gene crushed her in his arms, her small tits flattening against his chest. Patsy squealed again as if she were being fucked too deep. But Linda noticed that she wasn't trying to get away. She clugn to her cousin, her trim hips dipping and plunging and dancing in feverish circles as that stiff cock tore at the tender lining of her pussy.

"Ahhhhhh," Gene gasped, pulling her forward into his arms. Patsy's bottom squeaked as it came free of the sink edge. With her legs tightly clasped around her cousin's waist, she let him swing her around the bathroom, his hips pumping, his cock plunging in and out of her dripping hole. Even his balls were covered with a slick gloss now and Linda thought she was going to out of her mind if she didn't do something to herself.

She put a finger down under her panties and worked it deep into her slit as she watched her daughter and nephew slam against a wall and spin around again, clutching each other in frenzied excitement.

"Commmmmmming ... I'm coming!" Patsy grunted. She buried her mouth in the hollow of Gene's neck and clung tightly to him as the slurpy sound of their fucking filled the room. Linda realized that it would all be on tape. Did she even want to have such a document? A record of her daughter's incestuous fornication.

Gene had set Patsy's bottom on the edge of the sink again. Linda watched him ease his throbbing prick out of her daughter's hole. Patsy sighed as the head came free of her clasping muscles. The rubber was hanging down at the tip. Inside Linda could see the milky thick jism. At least she could be thankful that none of that potent stuff had spilled inside her young daughter's cunt.

Patsy seemed fascinated with the rubber now. She made Gene let her peel it off of him. Then she touched the heavy-hanging tip, squishing it around with finger and thumb. Finally she put her nose to the open end of the condom and sniffed.

"Why don't you taste it?" Gene suggested.

"Girls actually swallow this stuff?" Patsy asked, wrinkling up her nose.

"It's not as bad as you think," Gene smiled.

"How do you know?" Patsy giggled. Gene went red, started to stammer.

"I ... I don't."

"Come on, tell the truth." Patsy swung the cum-laden rubber back and forth as if she might throw it on him if he didn't confess. Gene shrugged and looked uncomfortable.

"Well, I tried some of my own one time. I was just curious."

Patsy seemed satisfied by his answer. She took the rubber to the sink and tipped it so that a stringy glob dribbled onto her palm. She felt the stuff carefully, sniffing it again before finally dumping what was left down the drain and washing her hands. Gene took the limp and empty rubber and dropped it into the toilet. Then he took Patsy in his arms and they kissed softly for a long while. Linda closed the observation window and flipped off the speaker. She found her drink where she'd left it on the dresser. The ice had long ago melted but she slugged it down and waited for the booze to take effect.

"Did I really see all that? Did it really happen?" She looked at the empty glass. "I've got to have another drink."

Linda was in the kitchen making herself a stiff one when her daughter entered.

"Hi Mom," Patsy said with surprised embarrassment. Linda would never have noticed the embarrassment except that she knew its source.

"Why aren't you in school?" she asked.

"I was gonna ask why you weren't at work too." Patsy shuffled a little and stared at her hands nervously. "I didn't feel so good. Maybe because my period's about to start."

"You do look a little flushed," Linda said, angry at her daughter for lying but sympathetic too. She reached out as if to touch Patsy but took her hand back.

"I'll be okay I guess. I think I'll make me a sandwich and go up to my room."

"You haven't seen your cousin Gene, have you?"

"Oh, he's around somewhere I think. Or did he go downtown?" Patsy's eyes were bright with feigned innocence.