Chapter 5
After Maggie returned later that evening with Kevin, she couldn't face her sister. As the evening wore on, after her shower, and before bed, she decided that she would have to tell Tracy what had happened, but she just couldn't do it that evening. She tried, but she didn't have the courage. She thought it amusing that the night before she had wanted to tell Tracy about Kevin and his girl friend. Her life had certainly changed in twenty-four hours.
She tucked herself in bed without saying good night to anyone and waited for sleep. It was a long time coming, for her mind was filled with feelings and images that the afternoon had left with her.
The next morning she felt a little bit rested and decided that it was then or never. She got up and slipped on her robe. She went downstairs to find Tracy. Thank god Kevin was nowhere to be seen and John had left for work hours before.
Maggie tried the kitchen, but no one was there. There were no dishes, so Tracy had probably gotten up earlier. She looked out the window toward the pool-she knew that Tracy liked to take sun early-but there was no one there. She opened the door that led from the kitchen to the garage, and Tracy's Camaro was there beside Kevin's Vet. That seemed a little funny to her.
She went back upstairs to try Tracy's room. She hadn't heard anything, and she had been in the bathroom earlier, but she had to be around somewhere.
Walking down the upstairs hall, she thought she heard voices, but when she stopped still, they died away. She padded down the hall quietly with her slippered feet making soft husssh sounds on the thick carpet.
She stopped at Tracy's door to knock, but she saw that it stood open just a crack. And she heard the voices once again, only this time she recognized them. Kevin and Tracy were talking in her room. About her? she wondered.
Maggie eased up to the door and looked through the opening. She fought to suppress the gasp that tried to escape her lungs. There on the bed, nude, were Tracy and Kevin. She toyed with his half-hard cock and he played with her large, brown nipple. Maggie's heart skipped a beat. She couldn't believe what she saw. She blinked her eyes and shook her head. Was it some trick of the light. Was it really John there nude on the bed, cock comfortable in Tracy's grasp, rather than Kevin. She shook her head again, but things remained the same.
"I'm glad you had a good time, but I must say that I felt a little funny-my own sister and all."
"Hey, Mom, no need to feel funny. Hell, you are just super, and I love being with you. I love your body and the way you fuck. It was just a groove being with your sister. She is a fantastic fuck, Mom. Really. You two are just different, that's all."
They were talking about her, but certainly not in the way that she had expected.
She watched Tracy pull at the slack skin of his cock, work it around his growing thickness.
"She is different, isn't she. When we were kids people didn't believe we were sisters. Blonde and dark, tall and short. I look like father and she looks like mother."
They seemed so relaxed together, so natural. Maggie couldn't believe it, but there it was. She even caught herself pushing at the door, widening the crack so that she would have a wider angle of the bed. Tracy had one leg pulled up and the other stretched out. Maggie could see the puff of blonde bush between the angle of her raised and straight leg. It was thick and rich, blonder than she remembered.
Kevin lay half turned on his side so that his mother could easily reach his cock and he could reach her tit. He pulled at the nipple and stretched Tracy's tit as far as it would go.
"God! When you do that I can feel it all the way down to my cunt."
He let go and the nipple snapped back to her large tit's center.
"I didn't say to stop, silly."
He pulled it again and she squirmed, rubbing her legs together.
Maggie could feel the sensation in her own cunt. She could feel Kevin's fingers pulling at her nipples, that invisible string tugging at her cunt. Tracy and she were more alike than she knew, thought Maggie.
Maggie, more daring now, pushed the door wider and moved closer.
"You keep that pulling up and you're gonna get yourself fucked, Momma."
"I'd be disappointed if I didn't," she said, pulling his cock as far as it would go. "You haven't fucked me all week. I began to think you were tired of me."
"Oh, Christ, Mom, how could I get tired of you." He moved his hand down to the angle of her drawn-up leg and her cunt and snuck his fingers up through the thick blonde pussy hair.
"Shit, I love your bush, Mom, all that beautiful golden hair." He ran his fingers through it like a comb.
Maggie discovered her hand up her gown and her own fingers running through her bush.
"Know what?"
"Do I want to?" She had begun jacking off his swollen cock.
"Yeah, I guess. Maggie had a bush like yours. Only it's black. Maybe you two aren't so different after all." He stuck his fingers into her pussy and Maggie could see her body relax to take the familiar fingers as they probed her pussy.
"Maybe not, honey, but let's not talk about Maggie just now, okay?" Her mouth hung open and she jerked off the thick, long cock with vigor.
"Shit, whatever, Mom. You really want to fuck, don't you?"
"How ever could you tell?" She smiled at him and lifted her drawn-up leg to give him greater access. She reversed her hand and )
began jacking off his cock with proper motions.
"I think I'd better get this thing where it belongs, 'cause the way you're going, I'm going to cream on your tits in nothing flat."
"Don't talk, do it." She wasn't smiling. The degree of her urgent need was plainly written in her eyes and mouth.
"Do what, Momma?" He pulled back his hand and mocked her with a half smile.
"Don't tease, Kevin. Hurry, I need you, baby."
"What do you need me for," he insisted, shaking his head from side to side.
"Fuck!" She shot him a nasty look. "That's what. I need you to fuck me. Fuck me! Good enough."
"You've done better," he said, returning his hand and fingers to her pussy. He fucked gently back and forth.
"Yes, fuck me, honey, fuck your mom, fuck your mother fuckin' momma, baby. Plunge that beautiful hunk of cock meat into my pussy honey, ream out my fuck hole like you never have before. Split me open with that cock, baby, make me scream for more, drive me crazy with your fuck pole."
"Now you're getting there, Momma, now you're getting there." He lifted her drawn leg and pushed her over on her back. He spread both legs and fully exposed her cunt so that Maggie could see the deep, red gash of her glistening cunt. Kevin's fingers spread her lips and Maggie could actually see up her sisters gaping pussy.
"Beautiful pussy," said Kevin, bending over as he knelt between his mother's legs. He patted it and bent to kiss the jutting clit nestled between pink folds of pussy flesh.
"Don't eat me, Kevin, fuck me, honey, I need fucking so bad, baby, so bad."
Kevin moved up between her spread thighs and bent his cock down toward her cunt. She reached out for it eagerly.
"Yes, oh yes," she said and pulled the length of it into her wide-mouthed pussy. "Jeeeee, God." She arched her neck. "God, Kevin, I can never get enough of your cock. I want more and more. I want to take it up inside me where it has never been before. Fuck me, honey, fuck the shit out of me."
She fucked up into his downward thrusts, pounding her pussy against his prick until Maggie could actually hear the slurp and slush of wet pussy against fucking prick.
The sounds were matched by her own sucking sounds as her fingers flashed into her own sopping cunt. She fucked up with all four fingers, and thought about the girl on the beach who had taken a whole, balled fist. She fucked her own cone-shaped fingers and wished that she were there on the bed with them. Actually wished that she and Tracy were there together with Kevin. She had lost all control of herself, she knew, but she was too caught up in her own push toward satisfaction to worry about it. She could deal with it all later. Now she stroked herself on to greater excitement, greater pleasure.
Tracy had thrown her legs up over Kevin's shoulders and he fucked into the tight crack of her cunt with long slow strokes. Maggie could see the full, wet length of him pull out and plunge into the juicy, pink fuck hole of her sister. She wanted to encourage him, cheer him on, wanting Tracy to feel the way she had yesterday on the beach.
But Kevin didn't look like he needed any encouragement. He rose up over his mother on feet and hands, controlling his long cock expertly, pulling out until only the very tip remained in contact with the pulsing pussy, and then falling in a long swooping thrust that buried it up the hilt. Kevin's balls slapped against his mother's ass and sent shudders up Maggie's back as she watched.
"Uuuuuuu, baby, that's it, fuck me long and hard. Ride my cunt, honey, fuck me forever. Never stop, baby. That's so fuckin' good." - "God, Mom, you're tight. Tighter than ever." He reached down with his thumb and rolled her clit around like a marble.
"UUuuuuuuu, baby, that's fantastic, marvelous. Set my clit on fire, honey, fuck me like you've never fucked anyone before."
"I never fuck you like I fuck anyone else, Mom. You know that."
"Tell me, about it, baby. Tell me while you fuck my sopping cunt, my burning pussy."
"You know it, Mom. I don't have to tell you. You can feel my cock in your cunt, you can feel it and you know it." He fucked wildly, deep thrusts that sent shudders through Tracy's body that even Maggie thought she could feel from beyond the door.
"Shit, so good! Fuck me! Aaaaaaa, fuck me."
"Yeah, Mom, yeah." He slammed into her cunt like a piledriver.
"Not like you fuck sweet, little, sexy Stacy, Kevin?"
"Ah, shit, Mom. Compared to you, fucking Stacy is like jacking off. Now just shut up and fuck."
And she did. She pulled into a tighter ball and Maggie saw the look on Kevin's face as her pussy got tighter.
"That's it, Mom. Tight pussy. Kevin's come is close, Momma, close. Fuck your baby boy and make him come. Jesus!"
"Me, too, honey, so close. Fuck harder, baby, more cock for momma." Her eyes rolled and her blonde hair flew as her head tossed from side to side.
Maggie chased them with her fingers, and she wasn't too far behind. She could feel the knuckles of her hand rasp against the outer mouth of her cunt. She had taken more of her hand than she dreamed possible, but so much had suddenly become possible in such a short period of time.
"There!" cried Tracy, and her whole body began to jerk and twitch up off the mattress. "Good!" she cried. "God! So good," she cried, bucking up from her tight tucked position as Kevin's tremendous cock strung out her coming.
"Me now!" he yelled and Maggie could see his muscles spasm as his cock shot its load up into his mother's cunt. He fucked into her with quick, brutal strokes, but her smile clung, and never wavered.
"Fuck, Momma, oh fuck."
Maggie's fingers caught up to her sister and nephew with a blasting eruption that ripped through her like a bomb blast, tore through muscle, bone and fiber and inflamed her entire being with the heat radiated by her cunt.
Maggie staggered back to her room, shocked not only by the behavior of her sister and nephew, but by her response to their fucking. She fought to keep her head from swirling and even had to lean against the wall. When she had pulled herself away from the door, Tracy was busy licking the cum and fuck juice from Kevin's cock. Maggie had wanted to join her, had even moved toward the door, but in a last strained effort, she had torn herself away and rushed down the hall like a drunken whore.
She didn't know where to go or what to do. She was drowning in her own feelings, and she needed to see things clearly. She pulled off her robe and her nightgown. Out the window she could see the sun reflected off the pool's blue water. She would swim laps until she was exhausted, swim until every muscle ached and every feeling was dulled. Then maybe she could begin to sort things out rationally.
The water was cool as she slipped into the pool, but its bracing chill felt good. Cooling her inflamed body was just what she needed. She began to stroke toward the opposite end, fluttering even kicks that sucked down the water with a muffled, wet whush. The meter in her head began to tick off the laps: one, two, three, four . . . ten, twenty, thirty, forty. Her lungs ached, burned, every breath extreme agony, and her legs and arms felt like leaden weights. On the forty-first lap she grabbed for the edge and was glad that she could reach it. Drowning had not been one of the solutions to her problems.
Maggie struggled up out of the water and dragged herself to a chaise lounge beneath the roof of the cabana. In a few moments she was fast asleep