Chapter 4
Tere was making a pot of coffee in the kitchen when Elliot walked in. He found it hard to meet her eyes.
"We're the only ones up, huh?"
Tere smiled. "It's not even noon. I imagine the others are good for another couple of hours yet. I've been up puttering around for quite a while."
Elliot sneaked a glance at her while he tried to look busy with the toaster and a jar of jelly. She looked remarkably rested, as if she'd slept twelve hours after a particularly restful day. She was wearing a pair of hot pants and a blousy shirt, the muted blue a good color for her as it tended to underplay her exquisite coloring by emphasizing the pure line of her body. She was breathtakingly beautiful. Elliot grudgingly admitted to himself that he was not above responding to her loveliness.
The coffee finished perking and Tere poured out two cups, plied the toast with butter and amber jam, and insisted that they eat outdoors.
Elliot carried the coffee while Tere juggled the toast and her cigarettes. They sat on the patio and ate silently for a few minutes.
Elliot stared at the budding flowers in the garden and felt this would be an awkward day. He wished he could sleep through it. But nothing was settled yet about the property. He had been paying taxes on the property, and the issue couldn't go any longer without being resolved one way or the other. His mind skipped to finances, then back to the night before, squirmed over to Francie, and went back to the flowers. When he looked up he found his sister eyeing him seriously.
He tried to think of something to say, something innocuous that would keep the subject from recent events. His head throbbed only slightly.
"You're thinking about last night, aren't you?" She smiled. "You look so worried."
He sighed. "Last night got a bit . . . out of hand, I guess. I just hope everyone's still speaking to everyone else."
"That's not what you're worried about. Not really. Big brother, you're really a square at heart. All of you men in this family are. Well, except Mike. Maybe. I'm not even sure about him. Let's just say he talks hip, anyway."
"What do you mean, square?" Much as he would have liked to avoid the entire subject, Elliot felt challenged to defend himself.
She shrugged. "There's nothing all that enlightened about a little orgy, darling. The subject we were on was incest, remember?" She stared at him unflinchingly. "Do you know what I did besides play with myself last night? I fooled around with the twins! Oh yes, and I put in a few seconds with Francie, and a few with your wife. That was my big night!"
He stared down at the coffee cup. For the first time that day, he longed to have another member of the family show up.
"Elliot. Look at me." Tere got up and swiftly rounded the table to stand next to him. "I'm your sister, yes. But if I didn't wear that label, would you want to go to bed with me? Aren't I as attractive as Francie or Elana?"
He nodded. "But that label, as you call it.. . It seems to make some kind of a difference to me.. . "
"Exactly!" she snorted. "The label is what makes me a no-no to you. Well I think that's a bunch of bullshit!" She dropped to one knee on the ground, her face close to his thigh. "Elliot, I know how to suck cock like no woman you've ever been with. And I love to fuck. All my life I've wanted you, you know that, don't you? I used to beat off dreaming of you when I was in high school. I even sucked your wife's cunt last night to feel closer to you, and I sucked Francie in the hope of tasting some of your come after you fucked her. Right now I'm even hotter than I was last night, I want you so bad. Will you please stop being such a brain-washed jerk and take me to the tool shed or somewhere where you can-fuck the shit out of me? Please? With no big story or feelings of guilt or shame? Just take me somewhere, rip these dumb pants off of me, and work me over with that cock of yours."
It was a long speech, but Elliot had breathlessly listened to every word. Her hand had stolen to the top of his thigh, resting alongside his relaxed cock. Elliot was startled to realize his prick wasn't quite as limp as before she had begun to speak. He got up woodenly and took her hand. No one was around, and, damn it, he had to admit it. The thought of sticking his cock into his sister's russet cunt was rapidly lengthening his prick. "The back house," he groaned, pulling her up.
Her smile was relieved. And eager, "Oh, God, I can hardly believe it! Oh, Elliot, honey.
You won't be sorry. I'm going to do things to that cock of yours that have never been done before, just wait and see.. . . "
Elliot led the way through the bushes and into the clearing. His hands were shaking when he opened the door for them. Without touching her, he sank down into a large chair.
Smiling, she drifted over to him and got to her knees. "Poor, silly, brother. Still scared and worried. But your cock isn't. Look how hard it is." She stared down at his distended fly, then lowered her mouth to the cloth. She began to blow hot air at his prick through the fabric. At the same time her fingers were busy removing his tennis shoes and socks. As soon as she had the footwear off, she lowered her face to his toes.
A shock passed through him as he felt his toe being sucked into her pretty mouth. The shock, strangely enough, was highly sexual, terminating in his balls. He didn't particularly like having his toes touched, much less deliberately fondled, but the sensation of her mouth on them was intoxicating. He leaned back and let her lick and kiss his feet, running her long, pink tongue wetly through the spaces between his toes.
She took a final suck of his large toe before lifting her face. She inspected his cock through his pants, noting the firmness of the bulge. "You liked that, huh?"
She didn't bother to wait for an answer.
She got to her feet and walked to a corner of the room. Then, suddenly acting as if he wasn't there at all, she began to undress. She moved slowly, almost distractedly, like any lovely young girl, alone in the safety of her bedroom, preparing for bed.
Perversely, Elliot felt a strong pull to watch her closely, as if this act of undressing was a very private ritual he had somehow been permitted to view. The way his sister went about the relatively simple act of undressing made his cock throb expectantly as he watched her undo her blouse.
She dropped the top over the back of the chair, and "smoothed it out, utterly unconscious of standing there in her see-through bra. Then, as if unaware of what she was doing, she opened the catch on her shorts and let them fall to the floor. She stretched then, parting her legs in a natural way, as if blind to the way her actions pulled taut the frilly panties she wore. She moved around a bit, but made no move to remove the last two garments. Finally she moved too close to where Elliot sat transfixed, made hungrier by the unsatisfactory peeks of her cunt and tits he caught from time to time.
Elliot grabbed her blindly. It was somehow all mixed in with watching his lovely sister as a child, the entire untouchable, taboo feeling Mike had described. It exploded into a sexual bomb, and Elliot was ripping the bra and panties off of his sister without realizing what it was he was doing. His lips mashed hers, and his tongue explored her mouth, eagerly seeking, then caressing her tongue. He had the bra off now, and his hands were overflowing with the most taut, the most creamy, the most silky-fleshed breasts he had ever felt. Somehow it surprised him that she could feel as wonderful as she looked. Her nipples were deeply colored and swollen, and he broke his kiss with her only because he had to suck one of them. And then he had to tongue its twin. And then he had to finish getting her out of those panties . . .
She managed to wriggle out of his grasp. She stood before him, her straining breasts heaving toward him, her exquisite bone structure giving her body the same unreal perfection of her face. A reddish blush shone through her ripped panties, and her nipples were angry carmine jewels. "Take it out of your pants, Elliot. Take your prick out, honey. I want to look at it. I want to see what I'm about to suck on. No, don't take all your clothing off. I can't wait. Just take that big cock of yours out for me . . . "
Elliot's hand shook as he did as she asked. His sister had a way of making the usual preliminaries an erotic art in themselves. She proved it by her next move.
She got to her knees, her eyes glued to his naked prick. It was as if she were seeing one for the first time. Her flushed face swayed towards it, until her warm cheek was lightly touching its length. "Umm . . . " She backed away a little, still eyeing it. Then her tongue, a small coral snake, darted out and just eased over the top of her lip, then returned to its hiding place in her mouth. At once Elliot's cock jerked in response to the action.
"My God! Suck it! Put it in your mouth, Tere!" He had not expected to get this hot, particularly after the events of the evening before. But he was frantic for her now, for his own sister, and he had to have her. His wanting Francie was like wanting a toy, in comparison to the depth of his need for Tere now. "Suck it for me!"
She began to kiss the insides of his thighs. He endured it until he thought he could take no more of the teasing tongue. Then he begged her to move on to his cock. But she paid little attention to him, beginning instead to slowly lick his acutely sensitive balls. For a long moment he thought he might go out of his mind, or shoot off in her long sunset-red hair. Instead he grabbed handfuls of the lovely tresses and forced her mouth to his prick, which, by now, was swollen and purple-domed.
As if there had been no pressure on her to suck him at all, Tere began to lap the base of his cock, gradually working her way up toward the head.
Her hot, wet tongue knew just how to stroke him, and the fact that his sister loved sucking cock was obvious in her every move. It wasn't something she did just to please him, or because she wanted him to think she was good in bedTere sucked cock because she loved the sensation of having a swollen prick in her mouth. By the time she finally got around to sucking the entire length of him into her mouth he was on the verge of coming. She seemed to know that, too, and also knew how to avoid it.
Just when he thought he couldn't hold it back any longer, just when her skillful tongue had fondled the underside of his dick one time too many, she released him and started in on his balls while a slim finger played over the crack of his ass and his tensed rectum. Then she would return to his cock again, once more shifting her attack when the pressure became too great. He was moaning and pleading for release, and glazed all over with sweat before she was though with him.
Shaking like he hadn't had a woman in a month, Elliot got up, grabbed Tere, reflected for a moment of sanity that this was, after all, his own sister!-then threw the thought out, and his sister to the couch. Her panties dissolved in his strong hands, and he was spreading her legs, staring into her marvelous alabaster and ginger cunt, and forcing open her juicing slit. He licked desperately at the creamy lubrication, licking the slit from her clitoris to her shell-pink anus before running his tongue deeply into her cunt. He was licking her mainly because he couldn't risk putting his dick in her and coming at once. He couldn't see letting any inch of her perfection go without loving it thoroughly.
She wouldn't stay still under him. She squirmed around until she once again had his cock in her mouth and they were on the floor. He fought to keep his dick out of her steaming throat but his fears were for nothing. Tere had no intention of allowing him to come too quickly. She spread his legs and forced them around her head, giving her the freedom to rub and taunt his exposed asshole when she wasn't sucking him. In that way she was always doing something to him, but her touch became so random it was impossible to work into a real orgasm.
That didn't stop Tere, though. She came almost at once from his sucking of her vulva, then again when he centered his attack on her clit. After he made her come a third time she lovingly stretched her neck and tongued his asshole.
By the time they picked themselves up off the floor Tere was sobbing with pleasure and Elliot's cock was a threatening hammer of steely flesh.
"Ooh-oh . . . I got the feeling I'm in for it now," she whispered, her mock-teasing voice just a shade shaky. She couldn't pull her eyes from his gigantic shaft.
He couldn't bring himself to return the kidding. He wanted it, and wanted it now. There was to be no more playing.
Tere realized where her brother was at, and in the uncanny way she had, she walked slowly back to the couch, again as if alone and innocently going to lie down, and waited for him. Before he fitted himself to her, the girl delicately raised her legs until they came to rest on his shoulders, putting her beautiful cunt completely at his disposal, and at such an angle as to be able to take him as deeply as possible. The total submission to him as a male by this gesture touched off a streak of violence in him, a sudden awareness of his cave-man origins. He mounted her with the fury of a bull, and found her hole quickly. Then he took away his hand and rammed his fleshy shaft home in one aching stroke, as if wishing to split her open. Instead her flesh yielded to him, and her little scream was as gratifying as if she had she had fainted with pleasure at his touch. Never had he felt more a man, never had he felt more into a woman. Never had he known a cunt that held him this tightly. She was like all women in all time, spreading for their men, and he loved it. He wished they were fucking outdoors, on a fertile piece of land somewhere. He wished she were not his sister, so that he could plant his seed in her. He wished he had enough cock to come out her mouth when he fucked her twat like this . . . Later he would be amazed that his fantastically beautiful nearly artificial looking sister could prove to be the essence of woman, the true earth-mother symbol in bed. Right now he didn't think. He just fucked, and the only reason the fuck lasted as long as it did was because he could not bear the thought of ending it. Finally his balls were a mass of raw agony, and he knew he couldn't stand it a moment longer . . .
"I can't hold it any longer, Tere . . . I'm going to drop my load in that tight cunt of yours . . . I'm going to.. . " And she was there for him, even then, cradling him, rocking him, coming along with him, the little explosions in her womb causing her hole to flex around him like a toothless, gumming mouth . . .
She got a cloth afterwards, and they washed each other slowly and comfortably. Elliot felt amazed that now that it was over he felt as little shame or guilt as he had throughout the act itself. Everything felt so natural, and he wondered what it had been all about, the fuss, the fear . . . Tere was his sister, yes, but she was a woman, too. A beautifully desirable woman who loved him all the more because of their family ties, and therefore wanted to please him in a deeper way than did most women, to whom he was just another fuck. He felt enormously gratified, and somehow had the feeling that he would forever be affected by the last hour, that even the way he made love to his wife would be somehow altered for the better. And he decided, there was to be no more lying between them. Elana would have her little affairs and enjoy them with his blessings, and he would have his. There could be no more of this all-would-be-forgotten element to their relationship.
They dressed each other, stopping to kiss or suck a bit of appealing flesh, giggling like totally relaxed children. Elliot told Tere of his feelings about the hypocrisy in their marriage. They discussed it for a long time.
"It's all through this family, Elliot," Tere observed, not for the first time. "Everyone will do their best to forget what happened last night. No one will want to look anyone else in the face, and until the incident is forgotten, if there is such a time, everyone will avoid everyone else. Unless we can do something about it."
"But what can we do?" Elliot stared at her.
She told him.
Giggling like kids again, hand in hand, the two of them set off to do it.
Elana woke up with a hangover. She tossed on the bed miserably, then stopped, as the movement caused too much pain. She slowly got out of bed and made her way to the bathroom. After bathing her face in cool water and swallowing three asprin, she began to feel better. She went back to the bedroom and got under the covers again. She was almost asleep when two things struggled to the surface of her fogged mindone, the events of the night before, and two, the fact that her husband was not in bed with her.
She dwelt on the first fact. Her mind skipped over the earlier part of the evening, and got down to Mike's remarks about wanting her. And her answers. Pulling the covers even higher, she recalled what they had done. At first she was shocked at herself, then she started concentrating on how good it had felt. All of it. There was no way to remember all that had happened. Only pieces of it would come back to her.
She remembered Mike fucking her. Sucking her. She had sucked him, too. She was sure of that. She could even taste his come in her mouth. She'd sucked her husband, also. For a while, anyway. Hadn't she sucked another cock, also? She couldn't remember. And it seemed like someone else had fucked her also. She'd been sucked by a lot of people, also. Some of them female! One of the twins had licked her pussy. Or had it been both of them. No, one of the twins had licked her asshole for a few minutes. And Tere! Her lovely sister-in-law! Tere had eaten her! She remembered that clearly!
Elana swung her feet over the side of the bed and slowly sat up. She wondered how she'd ever be able to face any of them ever again. And she also wondered why, in view of her shock and disgust, she was feeling so sexy, just at the thought of what had gone on last night? And where in hell was Elliot?
That was number two. Where was Elliot? He had slept with her. She remembered when he got into bed about five minutes after she got between the sheets, How long had he been up, and who else was up already. She looked at her watch. It was better than half-past twelve. She felt certain none of the others were up yet.
Even so, she listened at the door before stepping out in her robe. The house was totally still. She tip-toed down the stairs and found the coffee pot still hot, the plug in it, and about a thermos full of coffee missing from it. She poured herself a cup of coffee and went looking for Elliot. She felt reasonably calm until she stepped outside and discovered the empty toast plate and the two used coffee cups, one of them smudged with pale lipstick.
A sudden, absurd burst of jealousy exploded in her. Elana felt certain he was off having sex somewhere. She didn't stop to analyze the possibility-she just reacted to it.
Slowly, feeling a little like a cheap spy, she prowled around the grounds, quietly slipping towards the one logical place they could be--the back house.
She felt some shame at slinking over to a window, but her emotions were too strong to buck. She peeked in and had to bite her fist to r keep from uttering a squeal of surprise. She watched Elliot and his sister eat each other, then fuck, and it took all of her will to keep from bursting into the room. Had he been with any other woman she might have, but Tere . . .
She didn't begin to analyze why she felt that way until she was back in her room. And then it didn't matter. She was too busy being miserable.
Carol looked at her husband and wondered how he'd feel when he woke up. Wondering how he'd feel was a great deal safer for her than wondering how she felt. It had been quite an evening. She had sucked pussy for the first time in a very long while, and the booze she had consumed was no out for her. She had wanted to use her tongue on Francie, and even now, thinking of it, would love the chance to do it again. And Scott-would he welcome the chance to suck one of his brother's off again? Or let them fuck him? What of the safe little world they had built between them?
Carol pushed those thoughts out of her mind and considered how it had felt, knowing Scott was sucking his brother's cock while Mike was licking her pussy. She eased out of bed and slipped on a pair of house shoes. Luckily the bathroom was next door, and by the time she had returned, she was feeling far more awake, and much more miserable than before.
What of the careful family relationship she had built? A calculated friendliness that made she and Scott a part of the family without actually encouraging strong family ties. Now what? For passion she had willingly given herself away! And Scott!
She must have been drunk!
Perhaps she thought, a little more sleep . . .
Norma woke up with no trace of the handover she'd expected. In fact, she felt wonderful. She glanced over at Kevin who slept next to her. His family certainly knew how to throw a party! Norma stretched and pushed the blankets off herself.
She slept naked. Lazily, she rubbed her palm down over her body slowly, rubbing her breasts, her belly, her cunt. She liked the sensation, so she did it again, spending more time on her breasts and her cunt than on her belly. She was not surprised to feel horny against so soon after last night-she was always pleasantly horny. She leaned up, looked over Kevin, and saw that her sister was still dead to the world. There was no choice, then.
She wriggled her hand under the covers and found Kevin's prick. He was lying on his side facing her, so she was able to scoop up his entire cock and balls without touching the rest of him. His prick was limp in her hand, but it didn't excite her any the less because of it. It was hot and very smooth. She tightened her hand on it a little bit.
Her hand returned to rubbing her tits while she played with Kevin. She pinched her nipples gently, then with real pressure. One of the things she liked so much about playing with herself was that she could work up any kind of fantasy she desired. Norma never considered masturbation something to do when all else failed-she liked it for its own sake, as a particularly pleasant way to come, with the added feature that she could choose the entire nature of the trip.
As she fondled her nipples with more and more pressure while playing with Kevin's cock, Norma began to recall the night before. She had sucked and sucked, licking pussies and eating cock. And she had been fucked. It had been very nice. She hoped this day would be as much fun. Perhaps this day she would get to try the ones she had missed the night before. Her hand dropped to her cunt. She spread the little lips, dipped her finger into her juicing hole to wet it, then searched out her clitoris. The little knot of flesh was stiff and she began to rub it slowly, her other hand still tugging on Kevin's cock. It had grown slightly in her hand.
She thought of her sister and wondered if she would punish her if she woke up now and found Norma playing with herself. Sometimes she did. Sometimes she reminded Norma that she was not to have sex without her twin's knowledge and permission. That didn't bother Norma. In fact, she felt a thrill run down her spine at the possibility of being punished by Nedra. She never verbalized this feeling, but having Nedra control her most intimate life was somehow exciting. She was a willing slave to the whims of Nedra. Her finger rubbed harder thinking of all the things Nedra might do to her if she knew she was stealing an orgasm this way. She did it often, each time speculating about Nedra finding her. It was half the fun, somehow.
Nedra might slap her face for her. But one time Nedra had discovered her jerking off, had slapped her, and the slap had brought on her explosion. It had been nice coming like that, as if Nedra had forced her convulsions. Another time she had been playing with herself and Nedra had awakened and forced her to stop. She had made Norma serve her with her mouth all day long, and wouldn't permit Norma to touch herself until, in the evening, crying with frustration, she had tongued Norma herself, building her to a magnificent orgasm, made all the more splendid by the day long denial.
Norma remembered how once she had gone off and let a boy fuck her without first talking it over with Nedra. She had returned to find Nedra hot and in the mood to suck her sister off. She pulled down her twins panties and stuck her face in her crotch, only to taste the evidence of what Norma had just been doing. Angrily, Nedra had spanked her hard, then made Norma eat her, then spanked her again. That went on throughout the evening. Only after her rump was red and blistered did Nedra relent and beat her sister off. Norma had become terribly aroused by the spanking. It was then that Nedra had begun to incorporate spanking into their private sexual ritual. It was sure to get Norma hot. Not that getting Norma was ever a problem . . .
Norma continued to fondle Kevin's stiffening prick. She was rubbing herself hard now, but keeping as still as she could. When finally she came, it was with the thought of Kevin's prick up her dry asshole, a special punishment ordered by Nedra . . .
Sighing, Nedra turned to her side and fell back asleep just as Kevin woke up.
He blinked sleepily, recalled the night before, felt a moment of acute horror, and groaned. Then, realizing there wasn't a damn thing he could do about it now, rolled over, got comfortable, yawned, tasted cunt in his mouth, and fell back to sleep.
Nedra didn't wake up at all.
Mike woke up with a hard-on and a sick stomach. He took care of both in the bathroom, and was feeling much better when he returned to the bed he shared with Francie. He got in next to her gently, not wishing to disturb her slumber.
In sleep she looked like a little girl, and he was suddenly filled with great affection for her. He really did love her, and if she'd only give up her feelings of ownership towards his cock, he would marry her. He would probably marry her anyway.
Mike wondered if she would wake up shocked over the night before, eager to suppress it, or with a new realization about sex and what it was, and what it was not.
He thought about Elana. She was a hot bitch. She had fucked him dry. And sucked out of him whatever she hadn't fucked out. It had been one hell of an evening. He, for one, was content. Except for one thing. The whole thing had begun over the idea of incest. Was fucking a sister-in-law incestuous? He doubted it. He thought of his sister Tere. He had offered her something, and had never delivered. Did that mean that deep down he was as brain-washed as the others? Could that be possible? It bothered him. Somehow he had to resolve the problem, one way or the other.
He thought of his sister and of making love to her. She was one great looking girl. It could be nothing but nice to sink his prick into her. He imagined licking that pretty pussy of hers, of taking his cock and shoving it up that slit of hers . . . He was gratified to find that he had a hard-on again.
Francie squirmed in her sleep, allowing the covers to slip off her naked body.
She was a very heavy sleeper, Mike knew. He rolled over next to her, cupping her body spoon-fashion, his front to her back. He lifted her leg carefully, allowing his tensed prick to lodge between her thighs. The hairs of her cunt brushed his cock, tempting him to shove it up her hole instead of between the fleshy part of her thighs, but he resisted the impulse. He wasn't sure he was ready for what might be a confrontation with Francie yet.
Instead he closed his eyes, let his cock throb between her legs, and thought of Tere's pussy.
Francie woke with a start to find Mike snoring softly in her ear, his half-erect penis between her legs, his arm cuddling her snugly. Because of this she woke with a mixture of panic and comfort. That he was here with her was, she admitted, the most important thing . . .
Had last night really happened? Her cunt still seemed faintly alive and seeped in come. Mike's own brother's come! Now that it was the next day, would Mike feel any differently? Would he be ashamed of what they had done? God, what if he didn't want to touch her anymore after she had had his brothers prick in her?
She kept failing asleep and waking up, coming back over and over to the same fear, the same question.
Then, what seemed hours later, her question was answered . . . Mike woke up, his prick hard between her thighs, and, wordlessly, began to fuck her.. .
Elana had fallen back to sleep by the time they entered the room. Her face still wore its worried, unhappy expression, and only sheer exhaustion allowed her to sleep on.
Tere smiled and gestured to Elliot. Nodding, he followed her directions and began to undress. Tere was out of her clothing first.
He dropped his pants and carefully got into bed next to his wife. Tere got in on the other side just as carefully. They went to work on Elana at once.
Tere began to work on her back. She rubbed her back very lightly, just enough to make Elana move a bit and lose some of the grimness from her exotic face. Tere used her fingertips, skinning them across the smooth contours and down the tense spine.
Elliot played with his wife's belly first, palming the silky flesh, running a finger into the indentation of her navel, working his hands upwards almost to her breasts and downwards nearly to her pubic patch. He grinned over his wife at Tere, who was already into what she was doing. She had, he noticed, a strand of his wife's long hair in between her lips, and she licked it softly, as if it were pubic hairs. Her eyes were glazed over already also, and again he marveled at the amazing sensuality of his beautiful sister. After the past hour he wasn't sure he could even get an erection for a while, and already she looked ripe for an orgasm.
Tere worked her hands downwards with infinite patience. She by-passed Elana's tempting ass and upper thighs, and played lower, on her legs themselves, stroking and smoothing, exciting without awakening. She loved the feel of Elliot's wife, wishing for a bizarre moment that the three of them could live together, and love together. Her hour with her brother had been one of the best of her life, on a tactile level. She had adored his cock in her mouth, in her slit . . . his mouth, his hands . . . She had been right to suck Francie and Elana last night, in an effort to get closer to her brother. Now that she had had him, she felt like bending over and sucking his wife's cunt for the rest of the day, only because this, of all places, was where he most planted his prick. And deposited his seed. That is, if she couldn't have Elliot himself.. .
Elliot was rubbing his wife's lovely tits now, still controlling his touch so as not to wake her. She began to moan softly in her sleep. Surprisingly, Elliot felt his cock getting hard again. He squeezed the ripe flesh a bit harder, then bent his head and kissed a dark nipple, resisting the impulse to take it into his mouth. He continued holding and rubbing them while his cock lengthened and got fatter and his balls began to come alive.
Tere had her mouth parted and against the flesh of Elana's pretty shoulder. She was excited again, and her hands were having a difficult time being gentle as they cupped and squeezed the dark woman's plump buttocks. Tere longed to tighten her grip on the sexy flesh, to part the cheeks and dig a finger within to find and fondle the delicate little opening. She had never done anything quite like this before, although she had been in bed with a man and woman at the same time many times in the past. She had lived in a commune as part of a group marriage once, and had then been to bed with three women and four men at the same time. But there was something so completely sensuous about she and her brother working together on her sister-in-law, who remained asleep although by now her entire being was responding to their touch. Tere opened the buttocks a bit and let her hand slip between the cheeks. She lightly fingered Elana's dark asshole, eager to probe it deeply either with her finger or even her tongue. Tere thought it was going to be a wonderful day, after all.
Elliot's cock was now fully alert, and only one hand was on his wife's pretty tit. The other was between Elana's legs, and he no longer cared about being gentle. Her pussy was sopping wet, and he slid a finger into her deftly. He began to finger-fuck her seriously as she opened her eyes.
Elana awakened to a staggering burst of desire on her part. She had been having a dream . . . A great many people were around her, feeling her all over, touching and sucking her tits, probing her pussy and her asshole. The dream was wonderful, and she felt herself responding to it. Her cunt was wet in the dream, and wet as she opened her eyes and realized her husband was fingering her hole and her sister-in-law was tickling her asshole with eager fingers. "What . . . " She tried to push Elliot away. She had to think. She tightened her asshole against the girl and made to sit up.
But they wouldn't let her move. Elliot grabbed her wrists with one hand and calmly went on fingering her slit. Tere did withdraw her hand, but only briefly. Long enough to wet a finger with her mouth. Then Elana felt Tere's moist finger return, plowing right through her tensed muscles, this time penetrating her anus while her tits and cunt rocked against Elana's naked back.
When she tried to object Elliot kissed her, teasing her tongue with his. While they were kissing, Tere removed her stabbing finger, doubled over, parted Elana's thighs forcibly and buried her perfect face in her sister-in-law's ass. She tongued the tiny asshole eagerly while Elliot kissed his wife.
Tere's action excited Elliot as well as
Elana. He moved his finger more furiously in his wife's cunt, working in a second finger, and then a third. Elana was moaning now, far beyond protesting as her pussy and ass were being loved with such intensity.
"Elliot . . . Elliot . . . That feels so good--
Oh, Tere, lick it! Keep licking it!" All the insecurity she had felt after watching her husband and his sister fucking in the back house were gone now. They were here with her, loving her . . . She wasn't quite sure what was going on, why they were here, but she couldn't care less at the moment. It was enough that they were here . . . and she was going to come . . .
Elliot slid to the edge of the bed and got to work on his wife's slit. Something had changed her since the last time they had had sex. His wife was on the verge of an orgasm, so soon after they had begun to arouse her! He licked her hole, paused long enough to soul-kiss his sister whose working tongue was only inches from his, then began to lick Elana's clit. She came almost instantly, thrusting her cunt frantically into his face.
Tere held on tightly to Elana as the girl began to buck. She was coming now, and with the slightest chance, Tere knew she could join her. She controlled herself, though, knowing it was just the start of a long, long day.
After Elana was calmed down, the three began talking. Tere explained her feelings about honest sex, and Elliot earnestly spoke of his desire that they have a sincere and open relationship.
Slowly Elana came to understand what it was they were saying, and, more importantly, she became comfortable with the concept.
"Listen," Elliot said at last, "I want you to understand I love you. You're my wife and you're going to stay my wife. But the desire for some extra pussy hasn't gone someplace else just because I happen to love you and want to spend most of my time with you. Just as you haven't lost the desire for getting a little stray cock every now and then. All I ask is that from now on we play it straight with each other, realizing that it has nothing to do with our feelings' for each other. I'm sick of lying to myself. I would have sworn yesterday that I'd never have made love to my own sister, not of my own free choice, that is. Well, I just did, and it was great." He grinned at Tere. "I hope to do a lot more of it in the future, also. We have a lot of fun things to try, Elana. Are you with me? Before you say yes, I want you to know that the first thing on the agenda is to confront this whole family of ours. Make 'em cop to last night. Otherwise there isn't one of them . . . well, maybe Mike, that's all, who wouldn't pretend last night was some kind of weird, shameful dream. Are you with us, baby?"
Elana wasn't entirely sure of all Elliot had said, but what she understood, she liked. "I'm with you . . . "
The three of them threw robes on and headed out the door. Mike and Francie's room was next.
Francie had just gotten over the shock and begun to respond to Mike's fucking, when the door burst open and in marched Elana, Tere, and Elliot, all three wearing nothing more than grins and thin robes.
Francie pulled away from Mike, leaving his hard cock to flop out of her and land wetly on the sheet. She tugged the covers up to her neck.
All three of them laughed. Tere was the first to move. She went up to Mike and reached for his prick. "Ah, the poor little thing . . . Has he been kicked out into the cold mean world?" She kissed the head of it tenderly, then started laughing again.
Even Mike had trouble figuring out what was going on. "Hey, you nuts, what's the big idea?"
Elliot grinned and waved him down. "No big idea. We just decided that most of this crew was going to wake up feeling three parts guilt to one part hangover, and everyone, we figured, with the possible exception of you, Mike, is bound to try to repress all that happened last night. Which we think is a king-sized load of crap. So we thought we would just trip around the house and wake all of you up in such a way that you couldn't deny last night, and here we find you guys in bed fucking your brains out!"
This time Mike joined the laughter. Then he looked thoughtfully at Francie. "I think you might be right. About everyone forgetting last night if they could possibly pull it off." He reached down for the girl, taking her hand. "Elliot's right, honey. It is a bunch of crap, you know. Like I've been saying, sex is fun and real, and all the denying of it, or choosing not to notice it's there junk just builds another castle in the air. I'm with my friends and family here, and I'm going to go with them on their waking-up-the-house project, after they wake me up, that is. I don't intend to let myself get gypped out of that. And I'm going to have me a blast, and I'd be delighted if you'd come along with me . . . And I do mean come . . . "
Francie swallowed, then looked at Elliot. He had fucked her blind last night, and he had sucked her, and he had filled her with cream. And, if anything, the glance they exchanged was warmer than ever, and totally devoid of any negatives. The sex had been good fun, that was all. She looked over at Tere. Tere had sucked her pussy last night. All she read in the red haired girl's beautiful eyes was a desire to do it to her again . . . Elana had spent most of the evening with Mike. There was no smug I-got-your-man look in her eyes, however. All Francie could read was a warm desire to hop into bed with a bunch of willing bodies.
Then Francie looked at Mike. She loved him. Why, she didn't know, exactly. But love him she did, and no way was she going to give him up. Why had she been pretending that sex was so important just to him? Hadn't she enjoyed herself? Had enjoying herself with any of them changed the fact that her love for Mike was exclusive and had nothing to do with anything else? And yet she, too, had enjoyed sex with the others.. .
In way of answer, Francie dropped the covers from her adorable body and held out her arms to all of them . . .
Mike got there first. He kissed her lovingly, but before the kiss was over someone planted themselves between Francie's legs, and she felt a hot tongue begin to work on her. For a second she wondered who it was, and then it ceased to matter.
Tere started licking Francie's snatch on impulse, to help Mike seal with a kiss the start of a new life for them. Then she got up and went up to Elana, kissing her fully on the lips.
"Did you ever eat a girl, Elana?" she asked, while Elliot sat down on the floor by the bed and began running his finger in and out of Francie's twat.
Elana shook her head. She looked down at Tere's marvelous body as the girl shrugged off her robe.
"I think it's time you tried it. Why don't you kiss Francie's pretty cunt? She really loves it."
Boldly Elana looked at her sister-in-law, saw the perfection of the girl's cream and honey body, and spoke, "I'd rather try it on you, Tere. I'd rather lick you."
Tere grinned and kissed Elana, then cupped her large breasts warmly. "Go to it, baby. I love it, too." She got up on the bed next to Francie, grateful that theirs was a double bed.
By this time Francie was sucking Mike's cock, getting it nice and hard. Tere glanced over at it, then looked up at Mike who was straddling Francie's face on the bed while Elliot was slowly licking her twat.
Mike caught her look and smiled down at her. He turned to watch Elana get out of her robe and come towards his sister.
"Don't let her finish you off. Not too badly, anyway. I want to give you what I promised last night, Tere. I want to fuck you. Five minutes from now, hear? I'm just letting Francie get it good and hard for me."
Tere sighed as she felt Elana settle between her outstretched legs. "It's a date, Mike . . . " Then she closed her eyes. She was particularly fond of having a girl who has never sucked cunt before work on her. There was an added thrill in their clumsiness, somehow.
Elana felt odd on her knees next to her husband who was totally absorbed in eating Francie's wet cunt. She paused for a moment and watched Elliot curiously, somewhat surprised to note that watching him perform this intensely intimate act excited her.
He felt her eyes on him and looked up. His first expression was one of surprise as he realized what she was about to do to his sister, then the surprise changed to deep excitement. "You're going to suck Tere's pussy! Oh, wow, that's great, baby. Listen, honey, you suck her off and I'm going to get so damn hot I'm going to have to come behind you and fuck you while you do it to Tere. So get ready for some nice fat cock!"
His words thrilled her. Before she knew what she was doing, Elana ducked her head and brought her mouth to Tere's russet slit while Elliot watched her every move. She kissed the pretty little mound, then licked it with her tongue. Shaking, she used her fingers to pry open the lips, exposing wet red tissue and frothy cream icing. Topping the hidden flesh was a pale pearl of erect flesh, half obscured by more folds of the reddish tissue. Elana concentrated on the pearl, Tere's clitoris, knowing exactly how it felt whenever someone licked hers. She let the petal-like folds close over either side of her face, and drummed the little pearl with a stiffened tongue.
Tere began to moan as her sister-in-law went to work on her clit. It felt great, and she began to twist her hips to bring the shy tongue exactly where she needed it. She turned her head and watched Francie suck her brother, suck the cock she was soon to have ramming in and out of her twat. It was large and big balled. Tere's feeling about this being a great day rang more and more true minute by minute. She lifted her hips to encourage Elana to go exploring inside her hole.. . .
Mike stared down at his sister, controlling his emotions carefully so that he wouldn't get carried away and come off in Francie's hot mouth. He pulled away slightly and removed his cock from between her lips, letting his balls dangle in the girl's face instead.
Francie jtickled Mike's balls with her tongue and spread her legs wider to give Elliot more room to suck her cunt. She was in ecstasy, and it mattered not at all at the moment that she was merely preparing Mike's prick for his sister to enjoy. She was happy. Elliot really knew how to suck on her . . . She felt she could come at any time, and wondered what the harm would be in allowing herself one small orgasm right now . . . She tensed her thighs, then threw them up in the air, then brought them against the back of his neck. Her heels began a drumming beat on the back's of Elliot's shoulders as his lapping tongue started the girl shaking with uncontrollable pleasure . . .
Elliot felt Francie come. He licked her harder, feeling her heels beating against him, and lapping the moisture from her dewy little crack "with loving care. His prick was very hard now, and soon he would be jamming it into his wife's slit dog-fashion, his wife, his Elana, who, at this very minute, was eagerly lapping his sister's twat . . . The thought was too much. He broke contact with Francie quick, before he spilled all over his hand, and he reached out blindly for his wife's bent back . . .
Elana had been curious about what it would be like to eat pussy. She had never expected this. It was a feeling of abject giving, but also one of acute power. The taste of cunt mattered less than she'd supposed it would, feeling the odor might turn her off, or the slickness of woman flesh. None of this proved to be true. Sucking Tere was like plunging headfirst into an entire world of sexual sensation that was far removed from ordinary sex, something of what sucking cock was for her in the beginning. Only then she had been a very young girl, and she had done it to please the men she went with. Now, as a fully developed and highly sexual woman, Elana was finding herself loving the sensation of her tongue buried in another woman's slit, and she knew at last what it was like for Elliot and other's when they brought her to orgasm this way. She could identify so thoroughly that she felt a grain of suspicion that if she kept this act up long enough, she might well be able to climax just from licking Tere . . . It was a little bit like finding herself licking her own pussy. She made a mental note to be sure, sometime during the day, to engage Tere or one of the other woman in a hot sixty-nine. Just thinking about it increased the creaming between her own trembling thighs. Soon Elliot would be fucking her, soon she would be feeling his dick up her hole. God, but she needed that.. .
She felt it a moment later. He was terribly excited. His fingers all but tore open her legs and his hand brought his cock to her slit demandingly. She pushed her ass toward him to make entry as simple as possible, and in one lunge he was crammed into her, stuffing her fully, fucking her hole with an enthusiasm which hadn't been around for years. She sucked furiously on her sister-in-law's twat while she yielded to the cock plowing hers.. . .
She protested only dimly as Mike pulled Tere out of the reach of her stabbing tongue. She was too far gone to do much more than concentrate on her husband's wildly fucking cock as she gave into the unmistakable bubble of rapidly approaching orgasm. She began to scream into the edge of the bed . . .
Mike had waited until Francie was finished licking his balls, then he could wait no longer. He rolled off his girl, grabbed his sister, and lifted her further onto the bed, breaking the contact of Elana's mouth and Tere's cunt. He couldn't have cared less. His cock was a mammoth chisel of rubbery flesh, and he needed to shove it right up that red haired snatch . . . Any thoughts of familial attachment were completely lost in the desire that heated his balls. All he knew was that he wanted to fuck this fantastically beautiful sister of his, make a reality of all the times he'd peeked on her when they were kids, had longed for a chance to simply feel those softly ballooning tits of hers, the rounded little creamy ass, and most of all, best of all, actually touch that mysterious little vee between her legs, that hidden treasure that promised all the joys of heaven, and had never delivered. Until now . . .
Tere didn't have a chance to bring her legs forward and give herself to him in her most yielding position, a position she sensed both her brother would enjoy most of all. He was too desperate for her, so she let him poke his prick into her for a moment, and then she twisted away from him. She looked into his glazed eyes and read his fear that she was pulling something on him, that she was going to try to escape and not let him fuck her. She felt a profound thrill as she read the fact that he would not let her get away with it, if that indeed proved to be her intention. She "felt sure he would slap the shit out of her if she tried anything like that, and then rape her, anyway, and the realization that all of a sudden he wanted her that badly excited her even more than she already was.
Quickly she did what she had intended from the start, bring her legs up his body until they rested against his shoulders, her red twat now totally opened to him and prepared to take every bit as much of him as he chose to give her. She didn't have long to wait.
One moment he was buried in his sister's tight cunt, and then she was gone, breaking the connection between them, and Mike experienced a state of total fury, of anger so intense that he longed to strike her . . . Then she was doing something with her legs, and he was able to get to her again, only this time it was better, much, much better, he was in total control, and he was planting every last notch of his prick deeply into that sweating, flexing cunt of hers . . .
Francie was alone on the bed suddenly, alone in the sense that no one was touching her, alone in the truest sense. She looked around and saw Mike buried in his sister's womb, blind and deaf to everything but fucking Tere. Elana and Elliot were also fucking, but dog-fashion, on the floor. Elana's mouth was still glazed with juice from Tere's cunt, and her eyes were wild with passion as her husband rammed her good with his huge dick.
Francie felt the loneliness, and suddenly realized she could respond to it one of two ways. She could either feel sorry for herself and withdraw, or she could figure fuck it, and scoot over, shove her pussy in Elana's face, and join the party. She thought only a moment.
Groaning with the pangs of her orgasm, Elana eagerly began to eat the pussy that had been thrust under her nose. She attacked Francie's twat as if she'd been eating cunt all her life.. .
The five of them rested briefly after their little orgy. The men were momentarily deflated, but the girls were ready and willing to party more right then.
"Let's not forget our mission, ladies," Elliot reminded them. "If there's anyone, any two people most likely to put last night out of their minds, it's Carol and Scott."
Tere agreed. "Hey, what did they do, anyway? I don't even remember."
Francie smiled. "Well, Carol ate my pussy, mostly. And Scott licked her asshole while she was doing it to me. It was really nice, too. She likes doing it."
Mike thought a moment, then remembered the whole thing. "Oh, my God! I remember! I was in bed with the two of them late last night. I forgot all about it. If I remember correctly, I ate Carol out while brother Scott sucked my dick!"
Elliot glanced at Mike to see if he might be kidding. His face plainly gave way how he reacted to the thought of his brother as a cock-sucker.
Tere caught it and wouldn't let him get away with it. "Hey, just a second! To each his own. Who cares if Scott likes to suck? Big deal. Did you think I was some kind of a queer because I eat cunt? And like it, too. That didn't bother anyone, did it? Or that Elana tried it and likes it ? So lets not be such prigs. If you guys were a little more sure of your own masculinity you might not be so afraid of it, either."
"What do you mean, Tere?" Mike asked, interested.
She shrugged. "Simple. Once a man takes another man's prick into his mouth he's already labeled a queer. Right? As if that simple act changes everything. Shit. I'd consider it inhumane and plain unbendingly stupid if, for example, two men found themselves stranded on some desert island with only each other for who knows how long, and neither of them would consider giving the other head. It would seem a lot more normal for each to service the other, and I fail to see how their norm would be changed. Once they got off the island they'd probably find a chick to fuck, first thing."
"But this is no desert island. We have a choice, and so does Scott. Why would he suck cock when he could lick cunt?" Elliot protested.
Again Tere shrugged. "Maybe for the simple sake of variety, for all I know. I could suck cock exclusively, but I'm not above pleasuring anyone I'm grouping it up with. If a girl needs her pussy licked, I'll lick it. And I feel just as much a woman as ever. Since both of you have fucked me, I don't imagine you think I'm a dike, do you? All I'm really saying is that I don't see anything so wrong with taking a cock in your mouth, or what that has to do, really, with your having balls or not. Scott obviously can fuck and eat pussy, too, so perhaps its fair to assume that he's just a bit more open-minded and versatile than either of you." She smiled sweetly at her brothers. "How was the blow job he gave you, Mike?"
Mike thought a moment. "Excellent," he answered finally with a smile. "I'm beginning to catch on, sister of mine. You are one cool little chick."
She nodded graciously. "Ever been sucked by a man, Elliot?"
He nodded, also grinning now.
"Shall we go give it a try?"
They were both asleep when the others slowly pushed open their door. Scott was on his side, curled up like a little boy. Carol was flat on her back, her patrician face lovely in sleep. The blanket had fallen away just enough to reveal the better part of one naked breast. Scott snored lightly as they entered, as if aware that his sweet sleep was about to come to an end.
Tere took the lead. She went to Carol and fondled her exposed breast, then pushed the blanket away to reveal the other one. She made a sign for Elliot and Francie to approach Scott. Gesturing silently, she conveyed the idea she wanted, and they obeyed. Elliot put his soft cock up against his brother's parted lips and began to rub softly, as if his dick were a tube of lipstick he was painstakingly applying to Scott's mouth. At the same time Francie started to fondle Scott's shrunken cock and balls. They began to respond to her touch almost immediately.
Tere motioned for Elana to come to her. Then she pushed the dark girl's head towards the blankets. They removed the covers as soundlessly as possible, grateful for the booze everyone had drunk, and the morning's relative insensitivity. When Carol and Scott were nakedly exposed without the protective covers, Francie got to her knees and began gently to suck his prick.
She felt it grow as soon as she had it safely locked between her jaws. She used her hands on his balls and his asshole, touching both spots lightly but firmly.
Meanwhile Elliot was getting a semi-asleep reaction to the rubbing of his cock against his brother's mouth. Scott was nuzzling his tool with his lips, kissing it mindlessly, obviously enjoying the sensation. Elliot found he was not immune to the sensation, any more than he would have been if the nuzzling lips were female. His dick started to harden.
Elana did not hesitate about licking Carol's cunt as Tere wanted her to. It was true that she did not like this sister-in-law, but Carol was far better looking naked and sleeping than she'd ever been awake and dressed. More than that, Elana was very interested in this whole avenue of sensation. She was curious about Carol's cunt. Would it taste any different from the two she'd already sucked? Would Carol respond the same? Would she enjoy sucking a girl she disliked as well as sucking a girl she liked or had no particular feelings about? It had always interested her how men seemed quite able to have sex with any girl no matter how they felt about her as a person. She kneeled by the bed, bringing her head to Carol's closed legs. Tere had indicated that spreading the older girl open would wake her up too harshly . . . She wanted a tongue to be dancing on her clit before that.
Elana began to lick the high, dark mound. She found the tip of the crack with her tongue and slipped inside, touching the hard knot of her clit strictly by accident. She began to lick it. Almost immediately the dry slit began to grow juicy, and Elana found herself liking what she was doing once more . . .
Carol woke up the moment the tongue started lapping her clit. For a delayed moment she thought it was her husband licking her cunt, but the touch was different and the sensation of many bodies and may activities was strong even before she opened her eyes.
Her eyelids fluttered, but just as she chanced a peek to see what was happening to them, the naked, wet pussy of her beautiful sister-in-law was covering her face, straddling her, begging for a kiss and a good sucking. Carol felt she might have had the strength to resist, in spite of the fact that she wanted that cunt very badly, but there was that tongue in her own pussy, and it was doing things to her that had her spreading her own clenched thighs even without meaning to. And something was happening to Scott. She could hear him moaning next to her, but his moans were muffled as if by a pussy or a big fat cock . . . Unable to fight it, Carol threw her arms around Tere's fantastic honeyed ass and started tonguing her cunt.
Scott didn't bother trying to figure out what was going on. When he woke up with his cock buried into Francie's throat and feeling Elliot's prick straining rock-hard against his mouth, he gave up. He opened his mouth, sighed deeply, and began sucking cock.
They worked on each other for a few minutes, then Mike, his own cock ready for action, walked up to Elliot and whispered in his ear. Elliot nodded, and soon he was lying on his side close to Carol's head, coaxing Scott to follow him if he wished to keep sucking. Francie naturally followed along. When Scott was on his side facing the center of the bed, Mike approached Francie and, without disturbing her blow job, shoved his prick into her cunt enough to wet it good. Then he walked up to the bed. He. spit into his hand quickly, and penetrated Scott's asshole with his wet finger, oiling it as best as he could.
Scott groaned loudly as he felt someone's finger shoot up his asshole. It felt fantastic. He sucked Elliot's cock all the way down his throat and plunged his own even deeper into little Francie. He felt the mattress sag as someone got in next to him, but thought nothing of it until, a moment later, he felt the giant prick begin to press against his asshole.
Mike shoved hard, met the resistance of a too-small hole, and tried again, this time with more determination. He had never sunk his cock into a male asshole before, and all too rarely into any asshole. Francie fought him like crazy when he did it to her, eventually settling down to enjoying it, but it usually wasn't worth the hassle. But he loved the sensation of plowing a painfully tight rectum, and now he was eager to get into Scott. He brought his hips forward in one smooth stroke, and his stiff cock forced its way into the passageway.
Scott screamed into the base of Elliot's belly, but there was nothing he could do about the dick ramming its way into his almost dry hole. The few times he'd sat on cock before came back to him. But this time it was his brothers', one in his mouth and one in his ass, and something clicked in his brain, some vague memory of wanting his far more masculine brothers to abuse him in just this way, years ago, when he was just a kid. All of a sudden the big shaft in his asshole was a most wanted intruder, and Scott began to back into the massive cock. He sucked even more adoringly on Elliot's cock, and wished it were possible to groan out his excitement. He thought briefly of Carol, next to him on the bed, and hoped she was having as good a time as he. Not even for Carol would he stop this act of acts . . .
Mike couldn't believe the way his brother's tight anus was sucking at his cock, wanting more, taking more, taking him inside all the way down to the base of his balls. It felt fine, nice and tight, and dry enough to produce the maximum friction, but not so dry that it hurt him. He began to jab at the eager hole, punching it with his prick, wanting to ride this ass as he never could Francie's. He smiled as the sensation got better and better, knowing what his poor Francie would be in for after this. Well, she would simply have to get used to it, that was all.. . He was going to give it to her just like r this, at least once a week. Only once a week, he amended. If she was lucky . . .
Elliot was too weak to come yet. He gradually eased his prick out of Scott's mouth, then realized the cock up his ass and Francie's mouth were making Scott come. Swiftly he plunged his shaft back down his brother's throat, just as I Scott began to tremble all over. From the noise Francie was making it was obvious that she was getting a lot of cream, and that she was being forced to swallow it all.
As soon as Scott stopped his trembling, Elliot once more pulled out of his sucking mouth. He leaned back and watched as Francie moved out of the way and Mike shoved Scott over on his belly on the bed.
Mike got to his knees, removing his enormous cock from his brother's asshole. Then he shoved a pillow under Scott's crotch, positioned him so that he was prone, with his ass elevated, a white bull's-eye target with the center etched in angry red. On his knees now between Scott's thighs, Mike positioned his cock against the small hole and plunged. There was nothing to muffle Scott's scream now, but it came out an odd mixture of pain and rapture.
Mike paid no attention to his brother, except for the obvious pleasure Scott's asshole was giving him, and Scott seemed to like that fine. He spread his legs a little more and offered his rectum for his brother's complete pleasure, to use as he wished.
Mike used it. He rammed in and out of the asshole until even he thought the small opening would have to tear under the strain. But it simply puckered for him, and now Scott was even flexing his rectal muscles, squeezing on the cock as he would on a turd.
Mike could take no more. He started coming in his brother's asshole, shooting stream after stream of burning come into the bruised and battered crevice. Scott moaned with pleasure as he felt the flood.
"Oooh . . . that feels so good . . . I love it.. . I love it.. . It feels like you're pissing in me, you're coming so much. I don't care if you are . . . Just give it to me . . . " Scott's cock was hard again, and it was pressed up against the bedding.
Mike understood that Scott was on the verge of coming again. As he listened to his brother's words, he felt his own prick relax enough to make his impulse possible. Taking aim, he shot a long stream of hot piss into his brother's asshole . . .
Carol was totally isolated from whatever her husband was doing by the cunts around her. She was avidly licking one, and another female was licking her, and she didn't care if the moment never passed. When she began to come someone shoved a finger up her twat, and she let it pound the orgasm out of her.
Then she was on her stomach, and the pussy in her mouth was urging her head downwards, toward a pale pink asshole. Without thinking Carol let herself be urged, and the next thing she knew she was licking it, slipping inside it. It no longer seemed to matter what she did or whom she did it with, all her past images were hopelessly lost forever, anyway, hers and Scott's. Perhaps, she thought wildly, it was for the best.. . It felt for the best, that was certain.
She didn't even complain when she was dragged to the rug and quickly fucked by her brother-in-law Elliot and, when he slipped his cock in her ass, she came . . . and came . . . and came.. .
It took only a short time to explain everything to Scott and Carol. They were flushed and completely relaxed. And ready for anything from now on. They smiled shyly at each other, and held hands as all of them trooped in to awaken Nedra, Norma and Kevin. It was almost as if they were starting all over again, only this time on more equal terms.
Nedra was up and smoking a cigarette. She wasn't yet up to climbing out of the bed, and Kevin was still asleep. Norma was only dozing lightly.
Nedra was wondering what exciting thing might happen to her today. She didn't have very long to wonder, even less time than it took her to take a puff of her cigarette. "What the.. . . "
"Shh.. . " Tere held her finger to her lips. Then she went to the girl and whispered their reason for being here. Nedra started to laugh.
"That's Kevin, exactly," she whispered. "He would pass the whole thing off as a drunken fantasy. He even does that with us, half the time. "What are you going to do?".
Kevin never knew what hit him. Nedra had once kidded him about having a harem complex because he loved having the two of them. But when he woke up, he had five of them in bed with him, all naked, all willing. His three brothers, nearly drunk on the fun of it all, stood around the bed naked and waved make-shift fans, playing the sultan's slaves for all they were worth.
"What in the fuck do you . . . " He got no further. Tere started licking his toes, Elana claimed the cock she'd desired so long with her mouth, Norma was between his thighs urging them upwards as she flickered her tongue over the edge of his asshole, Nedra was mouthing his flat nipples, and Francie was kissing him, working her little tongue into his mouth. Carol was down by his hands, urging one to play with her cunt, the other her tits. .
Kevin fought the whole thing off for all of three seconds. Then he settled back and enjoyed the party. He, obviously, was the guest of honor . . . Or the main course. It didn't matter to him either way . . .