Chapter 4

The next afternoon, Saturday, the kids decided to go for a walk. Actually, Marlene chased them out so she could clean the three-bedroom apartment and get everything straightened out.

When Marlene went into Brad's and Jena's room, she couldn't resist the urge to snoop a little and see if she could find out just a little more about her niece and nephew. The vision of Jena's feet thrashing in the air and Brad's naked ass pumping kept coming into her mind and flickering over the screen in her brain like a projector.

At first she didn't find anything really interesting. True, Jena's bras were perhaps a bit on the skimpy side, and all her lacy bikinis were bought more for their looks than their comfort. Jena's panties were smart-looking and most of them were made of silk.

Then she found Jena's baby doll pajamas and her heart seemed to stop. Cum was dotted on the fabric. It couldn't be anything else but cum, Marlene had seen it plenty of times on her own nighties when her husband was still alive.

Instantly Marlene felt a hungry craving in her cunt. Her pussy got moist and clung wetly to her panties. Her nipples became cylinders of hard flesh, protruding out through her bra and blouse.

"My God," she whispered to herself. "What kind of a girl is Jena?"

She carefully put everything back where it was originally, then rushed to the bathroom and grabbed the long-necked lotion bottle.

Jena chuckled to herself as she walked down the street with her brother and two cousins.

She knew that Brad was horny-and she knew that Chuck wanted to throw her ass down right there on the sidewalk and fuck her. It appealed to her theatrical sense of intrigue to know that neither Brad nor Chuck knew that the other was also fucking her.

It was a hot day in the city, in the lower nineties, and Jena had selected suitable clothing for the occasion: cut-off jeans that hugged her ass like a second skin, and a narrow elastic band, or "boob tube," that squeezed her tits against her body, showing off her heavy cleavage. The boob tube was having a difficult time keeping Jena's twin mounds of firm, sloshing flesh from bursting free. Jena had noticed that all of the boys had given her tits the once-over several times since they had left the apartment.

What would it be? A blow-job right here where hundreds of people could watch? Jena giggled devilishly at the idea.

"I want to suck your cock," Jena whispered into Brad's ear. He looked at her and she grinned back. If the thought hadn't entered his head earlier, he would sure as hell be thinking about it now!

"Anybody hungry?" David asked, spotting a fast-food restaurant.

Jena's mind clicked into high gear. Perfect! "Yeah, I guess I could go for a little something special to eat," she said, putting emphasis in just the right places to tease her brother even more.

They went inside and sat at a small booth. The restaurant was air conditioned and the sudden change from very hot to comparative coolness made Jena's nipples stand out even more and jut through the bra-like elastic material. After they found a table, Jena said she needed to go to the bathroom. Brad followed suit and they quickly discovered that the men's and women's bathrooms were next to each other near the back of the restaurant.

"Go in and see if there's anyone in there," Jena said.

Brad went into the bathroom and found it was empty. Almost quivering with excitement, he opened the door and motioned for Jena to come in. She glanced around, made sure that nobody was watching, then slipped into the men's bathroom.

"This is the craziest thing we've ever done together," Brad said, taking Jena's hand and pulling her into a toilet stall.

"It's a stolen moment. The city does that to people."

Jena sat down on the toilet and crossed her legs Indian-fashion. She tugged her boob tube down to her stomach, freeing her tits as Brad jerked out his rubbery prick.

"Hurry, we haven't got much time," he said, but Jena was already hungrily mouthing his cock, taking it as deep into the hot, slick recesses of her mouth as she could.

Brad squeezed his sister's naked, jiggling tits, watching her as she wantonly, lustfully sucked his cock. He was always amazed at the zest with which she gave him blow-jobs, and how she drank his salty, pungent cum as though it were the finest wine in the world.

Jena sighed, withdrawing the cock from her mouth until her lips were compressed around the ridge of Brad's cock-knob. She fisted the long, iron-like prick, lashing at the cockhead with her tongue. It wasn't the most desirable way for her to suck cock, but she needed to get Brad's balls to shoot quickly. Besides, all she really wanted was his jism.

Jena heard someone come in and use the urinal. Only the prick stretching her lips kept her from smiling. She found it strangely erotic to be sucking her brother's cock in a public place. The added danger of the possibility of getting caught sent tingles up her spine and made her shiver with lust. She could feel her snatch creaming against her panties and cutoffs which were pulled tight against her pussy by the way she was sitting.

"Suck it, Jena!" Brad hissed, tweaking her nipples.

Although she didn't have to be encouraged, Jena liked knowing that after so many years she could still make her brother quiver with lust. She bobbed on the trembling rod of his delicious cock, sucking it into her hot mouth until the rubbery crown of Brad's prick smashed against the opening of her throat.

"Oh, God! I'm going to shoot, Jena! You sweet bitch, I'm going to . . . grrrrrrr!"

Jena's tongue flicked and rolled over his cockhead as she pounded on the shank of Brad's prick. His cock was wet with her spit and her hand slapped against his stomach as she whacked on his prick. Jena's full, pliant lips kneaded the skin, squeezing and jerking it back and forth sensually over just an inch or two of the cock.

Jena moaned lustfully as the eruptions of hot cum splattered against her tongue. She drank each blast down as quickly as it spurt into her mouth. Her tongue rubbed frantically against the underside of his cockhead and cum spit over her tongue and against the back of her throat.

Brad pushed Jena's head down, forcing her to take more of his meaty prick into her hot mouth as his jism spit from the knob. She took her brother's cock gladly, accepting the prick until the cum was shooting straight down her throat.

"Ohhhhhhh!" Brad sighed as the last weak spurt of jism escaped his balls. He used the sides of the toilet stall to brace himself, his knees suddenly feeling like they wouldn't support him.

Jena pistoned her face over his cock until it was clean. Then she pulled back and the prick sprang away from her lips like an overextended rubber band.

"That was delicious, brother of mine," Jena said, a devilish tinkle in her voice. She pulled up her boob tube and felt her hard nipples itching for attention. She uncrossed her legs. "Now, let's see if we can get out of here without getting caught."

Jena and Brad made it out of the bathroom without incident, although a man saw them. He didn't say anything and Jena mumbled something about accidentally stepping into the wrong bathroom.

When they returned to the table, Chuck and David had food waiting for them.

"What took you so long?" David asked, munching on a hamburger.

"Busy in the John," Jena replied and started to eat, her food tainted with the salty essence of Brad's jism.