Chapter 8
Debbie couldn't believe the change in her brother. It simply boggled her mind. He didn't even look at her at the dinner table. He talked to his dad about football! It was quite amazing to her, for she had geared herself for an embarrassing time at the table. When she entered the kitchen in her little T-shirt and tiny white shorts, she thought she'd have to bear up under Jeff's lewd glances. But he didn't even look. Not even at her ripe, firm tits jutting in her T-shirt.
She didn't know that father and son had had a man-to-man talk. Nor did she know that she had been the subject of their raunchy conversation. She also didn't know that she wasn't really off the hook. While Jeff and his father talked football with their mouths, their eyes said quite different things. They were both profoundly aware of Debbie's sexy presence and they shared secret glances that said she looked delicious enough to eat.
Still, Debbie couldn't understand how Jeff could go all through dinner without once staring at her tits across the table. She sat and ate in silence, confused, while her brother and her father laughed and joked and discussed the great Jim Plunkett.
When dinner was over, Ellen Phillips got up and said: "Help me clear the table, Debbie."
Debbie got up, too and plunged into the task assigned to her. She hated doing dishes, but the chore had become a habit over the years. Now she moved between the table and the sink, carrying plates and glasses. She didn't know that her dad and her brother were lusting after her cute, swinging ass. Her shorts were almost two years old and very short. They could see the sharp curves of her naked ass-cheeks where they peeked from beneath the material.
Then she stood with her flat belly pressed against the edge of the sink and washed the dishes. The swift movements of her slender arms made her jutting tits poke hard in her T-shirt. Her cute ass wiggled now and then as she stretched across the counter or reached for something. Two sets of male eyes devoured her luscious body.
Ellen left the dishwashing to her daughter. Before she left the kitchen, she suddenly turned to her husband and snapped: "Are you two going to sit there all night and talk foot ball?" Then she marched into the living room and turned the TV set on.
Debbie heard the sharpness in her mother's voice. It meant something to her. It meant her mom was feeling frustrated. I hope dad gives her what she needs, she thought fervently. She's sure a bitch when she's horny!
Chairs scraped over the floor and Debbie twisted around to see her brother and father leaving the kitchen. She stood with dish and cloth in her wet hands and stared blankly at the vacant doorway. She looked stunned. She was stunned. Jeff hadn't given her one dirty look!
She turned back to the sink and completed her job without really realizing it, for her mind buzzed. Maybe Jeff is sorry about what he did to me, she told herself. Is that it? He sure didn't act horny or anything just now. Am I safe, now, from his incredible lust? Will he leave me alone? Or is this just a break between hard-ons? Maybe his prick is just tame because he fucked me so much. What if he gets horny for me again?
When the dishes were done, she sauntered into the living room, expecting Jeff's gaze to burn into her curvy body as she walked to the sofa. But he didn't look away from the TV. She sat down with her mother, not seeing the quick glance Jeff shot at his father. Nor did she see her dad's slight smile.
Jeff wasn't really interested in the TV show. He was wondering what his dad would think if he knew the girl Jeff had been talking about was his own sister, Debbie. What if he knew that the blue ribbon in his pocket was Debbie's and that he had tied her to her bed with it so he could play with her tits and lick her cunt and fuck her like hell?
Jeff shifted his position nervously on the sofa. He had come damned close to confiding everything in his father. That was too close for comfort. After all, there was an unwritten law about that sort of thing. Kids just couldn't tell their parents too much about their sex lives. Sometimes, parents sounded like preachers. They made fucking sound dirty and wrong, even though they themselves were often sick with horniness. They were just too old to understand that kids love to fuck.
Jeff's prick started to rise between his legs. He shifted his position again, afraid his mom would spot his hard-on. He stared at the TV set but saw nothing except his own visions of Debbie-naked and squirming on her bed, her arms tied above her head, her tits thrusting and her pussy creaming. His prick throbbed.
But I gotta do like dad said, he told himself sternly. I gotta make believe she ain't sexy. Damn, I wish she'd go to her room! Her fucking legs are so goddamned pretty!
John Phillips had similar thoughts about his sexy little daughter. From his reclining chair, he could see both his wife and his little girl. They looked a lot alike. Ellen was simply a fuller, curvier rendition of Debbie. Debbie was simply a younger, fresher rendition of Ellen.
His cock stirred between his thighs as he watched TV and thought about the climate of the times. He was glad that Debbie was sexy and sweet. He was glad that this was an age when a cute chick could wear revealing clothes like she always did. Ellen, he thought, could never have traipsed around in a T-shirt and tight little shorts when she was a teenager. It was unheard of! Yet here was Debbie, just a kid, looking as naked as if she wore nothing at all.
He glanced at his daughter's jutting tits. No bra. He wondered if the cute little bitch was wearing panties. What did her cunt look like? Did she play with it at night in her bed like other girls?
His active imagination burned with images of Debbie squirming in her bed, panting hotly with her pretty legs wide open and a wet finger slicing up into her furry cunt. He could almost taste her fuck-juice as he mentally pictured her pussy creaming.
Having worked himself into a frenzy of horniness, he suddenly turned to his wife and exclaimed: "What the hell are we sitting around here for? You want to go to a movie?"
"Oh! Can we?" Debbie squealed excitedly.
"Not you," her father laughed. "I meant just your Mother and I."
"Oh, darn!" Debbie blurted.
Ellen peered at her husband and a softness came to her eyes. Her stern features relaxed and a smile almost crossed her mouth. John's cock throbbed to see her sensual lips part.
"I think that's a wonderful idea," she purred.
"Good!" John laughed, getting to his feet. "Let's go!"
Debbie's heart pounded wildly behind her jutting tits as she watched her parents rushing around excitedly. She kept glancing at her brother and a gnawing feeling of dread invaded her belly. She felt all quivery and weak. She was afraid to be alone with the boy now.
"You kids be in bed by ten," Ellen said from the door.
"Okay, Mom," Jeff answered.
John ushered her outside and into the car. He started the car up and drove off in a hurry. Ellen laughed. "What's the rush?" she asked.
"The movie doesn't start till seven."
"We aren't going to the movies," John said.
"We aren't?"
"Nope. I thought we might go to that new motel we heard about. The one Pastor Williams wants shut down."
"John!" Ellen gasped. "That's X-rated! They have those terrible films in the bedrooms!"
"That's right," John chuckled. "What do you say?"
Ellen's blue eyes sparkled like a teenager's. Her ample tits rose up. A violent stirring began in the pit of her stomach. She reached over and grasped her husband's thick, stiff cock and purred, "You're doing the driving."
The minute her parents left the house, Debbie leapt from the sofa and dashed to her room. She slammed the door and quickly blocked it with a chair. This time, her raunchy brother wouldn't be under her bed! She stepped back and panted for breath. Feeling a little woozy, she perched her little ass on the edge of her bed and got her breath back. She stared at the door for a long time, expecting Jeff to pound on it.
But Jeff went into his parents' bedroom and rummaged through the closet. He found his dad's stash of raunchy magazines and books. He pulled down his favorite magazine and hurried back to the sofa where he stretched out and devoured the pictures.
Debbie's initial dread slowly turned to wonder, then burning curiosity. She took the chair away from her door. She paused, uncertain. Then she cracked the door open and put her ear to it. She heard the TV, heard a page being turned. Frowning, she pulled the door open and made her way back to the living room.
Her eyes riveted on her brother, who was comfortable on the sofa, peering at a colorful magazine. "What are you doing?" she asked.
Without raising his eyes, he said: "What does it look like? I'm reading."
Debbie could see that for herself. What puzzled her was the fact that something could take his mind off of her! She stepped farther into the room until she could see around Jeff's head. She saw the kind of pictures he was looking at.
"Oh, one of those," she said.
When her brother ignored her, she leaned over slightly and peeked at the pictures he was so absorbed in. She caught her breath when she saw a lay-out of photos depicting a teen aged girl, stark naked and looking awfully horny, handcuffed to a wall. The cuffs, she noticed, were fur-lined, as if designed to hold, not hurt.
"That's disgusting!" she blurted, turning away from the disturbing pictures.
"Nobody told you to look," Jeff said, flipping the page to devour more photos of the same pretty girl. In these, she was getting seduced and fucked by a grown man. Debbie took a peek.
"No wonder you get filthy ideas about girls!" she said.
"Hey!" Jeff suddenly yelped, twisting around and glaring at her. "You don't wanna look? Don't look! Go read one of your dumb women's mags! But leave me alone!"
He turned back to his magazine and Debbie felt rejected. She went back to her room and sat on her bed. She glanced at the clock. She looked at herself in the mirror, saw her long naked legs and proud tits thrusting in her tight little T-shirt. She was thoroughly confused.
Unable to fathom the meaning of this incredible evening, she stretched out on her bed and gazed at the ceiling. Strange feeling assaulted her senses. She cursed herself for being so ridiculous. Why was she wondering if her brother was ever going to come to her room to rape her? She didn't want him to do that! Did she?
Her parents wouldn't be home for hours, she realized. Anything could happen between now and midnight! Maybe she should keep her bedroom door blocked with the chair. She glanced at the open door. It looked so vacant, so empty, like something inside her. Why was she feeling this way?
Minutes passed. Then a whole hour. Debbie followed the TV programs with her ears, listening to the distant voices. This boring activity put her to sleep. Her eyes grew heavy and she dozed off for a few minutes. In those moments, she dreamed she was cuffed to a tree in a dark forest, stark naked and panting with incredible horniness and mounting fear. There was some kind of big hairy monster somewhere in the woods, smelling her out.
In her wild dream, it was her pussy-juice the monster was smelling. He was following the scent of her cunt. She struggled against her bonds and tried to keep her pussy from leaking cunt-juice. But she couldn't. The monster was going to close in on her helpless pussy!
She awoke with a start. Her tits heaved in her T-shirt as if she had been running fast. "Oh, wow," she gasped, relieved that it had been a nightmare and not reality.
But the dream left her emotions in a turmoil. There was a familiar stirring in the pit of her belly. Her pussy felt warm against the tight shorts. Her clit was swollen.
She stretched herself awake, yawning as she pushed her arms above her head. Her hands knocked against the head of the bed and it felt strangely erotic. She looked at herself in the mirror again. Posed with her arms above her head and her pretty legs partly open, she saw why she had felt sexy. This was the way Jeff had tied her.
She couldn't hold back the flood of memories that filled her mind. Jeff playing with her naked tits, teasing her pink nipples. Jeff licking and sucking her aching tits. Jeff rubbing her pussy, her clit. Jeff pushing his finger up into her horny fuck-hole. Jeff licking her pussy, biting it, nibbling it, getting her all soft and weak and helplessly horny. Jeff getting on top of her, crushing her tits under his chest. Jeff sticking his massive cock into her squirming cunt-hole and fucking her to fantastic orgasms.
Debbie shook her head violently to get rid of these highly arousing thoughts. She pushed herself off the bed. She stood up and tugged at her T-shirt. Her nipples made little bumps of their own in the material. They were excited.
Trying to escape her lewd feelings and over whelming visions, she kicked her sandals off her feet and padded noiselessly to the living room. She peeked around a corner and almost gasped out loud. Her hand flew to her mouth and covered it, smothering her outcry as her blue eyes widened on her brother.
Jeff was still on the sofa looking at the dirty magazine, but now he had his erect cock out of his pants and his fist was jacking it up and down! Debbie's eyes burned into his rigid fuck-pole. It was all wet and so very big for a boy his age!
Her knees trembled weakly as she turned away and flew back to her room. She fell across her bed and panted for breath. Her nipples spiked stiffly and pushed against the tightness of her T-shirt. Her clit swelled up wetly and her slightest movement made it scrape against the rough fabric of her tight shorts.
"Golly!" she gasped and shoved a hand down inside her shorts. With her eyes fluttering and her tongue lapping constantly at her sensual lips, she rubbed her clit and finger fucked her pussy until she came violently.
"Oh, ohhh, ohhhh," she moaned, relieved of the terrible tension which had built up in her body. Then she panted softly with her eyes closed as her fingers gently massaged her pussy. Her cute little ass writhed and wriggled for a long time.
Jeff was in no better condition than she was. His stiff prick raged in his fist as he pumped it up and down. His cock-head swelled up and trembled. An intense tickle started up in his balls. He choked suddenly and leapt up from the sofa. With his cock in one hand and the magazine in the other, he dashed to the bathroom.
Standing at the toilet with his knees shaking, he glared at a photo of the girl getting fucked by the big man and his prick spit savagely into the toilet bowl. Huge wads of creamy cum splashed noisily into the water as his whole body quivered and jerked wildly.
He silently cursed his sister. Goddamn her, he thought feverishly. If she wasn't so damned phoney, we could be fucking like crazy by now! Why does she have to play hard to get? I ought to go in there and deck her! Tie her hands and feet and have a party with her luscious body!
He put his cock back in his pants and walked out of the bathroom. He paused and looked down the hall. Debbie's door was wide open. He frowned. Is she waiting for me? he wondered. Does she want me to go down there and rape her?
He gritted his teeth and turned away. No, he told himself, I won't do it. Make her suffer. She'll have to beg for my prick! I hope she goes out of her mind!
He returned the magazine to its hiding place and went to his room. He undressed and got into bed. Naked and horny, he played with his wet prick in the dark, thinking about Debbie's hot body, her high, pointed tits, her curvy ass, her sweet, furry cunt.
It was a hell of an evening for both teenagers. Jeff stuck to his guns, determined to win his sexy sister over the way his dad was winning his mother over. Debbie crawled into her bed naked and stared at the ceiling for a long time, wondering now if fucking was addictive. Could a girl get hooked on fucking? Could she hunger for a stiff prick-even her own brother's? She hoped not!
Their silent evening was shattered suddenly when the front door burst open and they heard their parents arguing bitterly.
"I just couldn't!" they heard Ellen cry. "Don't ask me why!"
"I think you're getting frigid!" John shouted.
"Keep your voice down!"
"Why the hell should I? This is my house!"
"It's our home! We have two beautiful kids in it! Do you want them to hear this?"
"Maybe they should!" John yelled. "Maybe we ought to tell them the truth for a change! Maybe they'd trust us, then!"
Debbie and Jeff heard the argument move into their parents' bedroom. Their voices were muffled when they closed the door, but they could still be heard.
"That would be just like you," Ellen sniped. "Sure! Go ahead! Talk like that to your own daughter!"
"Oh, for Christ's sake, Ellen! Stop treating her like a child. She's practically a woman!"
"She's only a kid!"
"Yeah? And what were you doing at her age?"
Ellen's voice grew louder and more shrill. "Don't you dare bring that up now! I made my mistakes. That doesn't mean my daughter has to make the same ones!"
Debbie's ears burned. Her mom made mistakes when she was a teenager? What kind of mistakes? Was her mother sexy when she was a teenager? She sure looked sexy in her old photographs. But-did she fuck?
"Well, if I'm no good for you," she heard her dad growl, "maybe you'd like to invite your brother over!"
Her mother burst into tears. The bathroom door slammed. Silence filled the rooms. Both Debbie and Jeff were in a state of shock in their separate beds.
Uncle Dan? Their mother's brother? What did he have to do with their mother's teenaged years?