Chapter 7
Somewhat strangely, the thought of another go-round with her obviously hot-blooded niece didn't really grab Sheila. They did get together a few times, but cock-Sam's cock-was what she found first and foremost in her mind. Besides, soon Peg stopped looking for it.
God knew what the girl was up to. Now that her worries were behind her and she had been broken in to the pleasures of sucking and fucking-pussy, at least-and with her fun-loving nature, there probably wasn't a safe cock or pussy in the neighborhood.
But Sheila wasn't worried. Peg could take care of herself. And on top of that, with Peg out of the house most of the time, she didn't want to care. Not with all that unfettered access to Sam.
They did everything together and it got even better. Sam was gaining experience for one thing. For another, he was learning about Sheila's body, and what caresses could really make her squirm. It worked the other way too, with Sheila discovering his secret soft places.
Then came the day when Sheila's incestuous lust took her down a path that only weeks before she would have found unthinkable.
Sam was downstairs in the rec room watching television. It was a weekday afternoon and Peg was out, as usual. Sheila was done with her household chores and was feeling restless, as usual. Being alone in the house with her secret stud did that to her.
Before she reached the top step, her nipples beginning to reach out and swell, sweet tingles biting back through the coned, flesh masses of her tits. Hunger gnawed at her clit. She was alive with want.
Entering the carpeted rec room, she found her nephew sitting in sprawled fashion on the couch, watching a soap opera. Passing the card table, Sheila sauntered over, feeling almost giddy now, like a girl approaching her new steady boyfriend.
She sat down next to Sam, sliding in close. She caught his chin and drew his mouth around for a salty smooch. "Am I interrupting anything?"
"Just my boredom."
Her hand lowered to the crotch of his jeans and she squeezed. It had to be the limpest she'd ever found him. "Poor darling. You are bored."
"I may be coming out of it," he replied.
Squeezing some more, she did feel some size and texture enter his cock. Her mouth spread in a lewd grin. "That's better. The more bored a young man is, the more trouble he can get into."
"Lucky for us."
Smiling, she wanted to see his cock, ogle it, drool over it. She wanted to feel its smooth, hot hardness in her hands. She opened his jeans and pulled the rubbery tube of prick out while it was still manageable.
"Oh yes!" she said in a hush. Somehow she felt awestruck every time she saw his cock-shaft.
It did seem uncommonly handsome. True, he may have thought so because she had been going without for so long, but then again, it was a stunning prick.
Sheila continued squeezing, rippling her practiced fingers up and down the cock-length, milking hardness from its storage places into every possible nook and cranny, until at last it stood out from his loins in bold, arrogant fashion. Thick, hot, pulsing, virtually defining the meaning of cock.
Loosening her grip to a feather softness, Sheila languidly played her hand up and down, up and down, even as her nephew started to squirm. His head lolled back and he groaned with pleasure.
"God damn, I love how you touch me!" he said in a low tone. "You know just what to do, exactly how I like to be jerked off. Every time your hand moves it thrills me to the bone!"
"I have been practicing," she pointed out.
Sam slid an arm between Sheila and the back of the couch and drew her to him. The lushness of her mouth came to his and they Frenched for long minutes. She pushed the packed flesh of her tits at his chest and kept on jerking off his cock in that loose, slow-motion grip. Like him, she wanted it to go on for hours.
It almost scared her, how much she enjoyed fornicating with Sam. Hell, it did scare her. A married woman? Affairing not just with another man, but her nephew to boot? Right there were three reasons not to have started anything, but what had happened? She knew she couldn't stop it. It was like being caught on a runaway train. Where would it take her?
Even as these concerns occupied her mind, Sheila could detect new ideas and urges popping into being at all times. And she was drawn to them like a kid to the candy counter.
"I've got a treat for you, darling," she said softly, pushing away slightly. Taking her hand from his fiery hard-on, she reached up under her housedress and, lifting her ass, pulled down her panties.
Working her undies past her shoes, she dropped them onto Sam's upright log of cock-meat. With a slight adjustment and her loose grip to hold them in place, she had the satiny material of her panties around his cock. Working her hand slowly downward, she squeezed his prick through her underwear.
"Nnnnnn, that's sexy," Sam moaned. "They feel so smooth, and they're still warm!"
"See how you like this," Sheila said in reply. Her panties now moved with her hand. Now the friction on his cock came directly from the panties themselves.
Sam gasped. "Shit, that's neat. I've never felt anything like it before. It's like being touched on my cock for the first time."
Sheila leaned in against him and nuzzled his ear. "Would you like to come in my panties, lover man?"
"Oh fuck, would I," he breathed. "You'll let me?"
"I'll make you," she promised.
Just enough for it to be noticeable, she tightened her grip and picked up the pace of her jerking-off motions. Now, instead of teasing and tantalizing his full length of cock-meat, she was determined to make Sam come a wad into her panties.
Sam's head rolled from side to side. His body squirmed. As if gripped by some exotic fever, he pulled at the buttons of his shirt. Opening it, he played his open hands up and down his heaving torso and over his flat belly. He pushed his jeans down and lightly touched his thighs and hips, then his balls.
"I like that, darling," Sheila said. "Touch yourself for me some more! Lots more!"
"Make me come," he breathed. "Jerk me off and make me shoot a load. Oh shit, I need it bad! You make me need it so bad!"
It was a deal as far as she was concerned.
Sexy as it was to watch though, she wished those roving hands were on her body. Her naked body. Over there on the card table, or right here on the floor, or the couch itself. But there was always later, and right now she was too intent on what she was doing to complain, too concentrated on bringing about the eruption of her nephew lover's boiling cum-seed to stop now. For anything.
Her hand action sped up and worked like a blur on Sam's prick-shaft. The friction had already turned his fuck-flesh a torrid red color, the swollen head a rich, polished purple.
He was close ... so close . . .
Sam's hips worked this way and that, often trying to buck against her down-sweeping hand. But she was going too fast for him to get into any rhythm-carnal torture-and he had to be content with bending his cock via hip motions to increase the already considerable pleasure of the moment.
"Come, baby, come!" Sheila encouraged. "I want it. I want it now, baby!"
As if answering her, Sam's body went tense all over and his straining cock gave a lewd spasm. The wet spot in her panties, caused by his pre-cum, suddenly widened with the first spurt of his jism.
Thrust after thrust of thick white cum roared up his spasming tube and out into the net of Sheila's panties. They turned soggy in her hand as she kept on working the material over his climaxing cock.
As Sam's passion subsided, Sheila shifted onto her knees on the carpet in front of him. She pulled her panties from his retreating hardness and held them up to her face. Her eyes holding his, she began licking in the spent cream. Watching her, Sam was captivated all over again by her rich shamelessness.
Sheila presently set her panties aside and bowed between Sam's legs. There was still plenty of ball-juice on his cock and she wanted it all. Because it was sweet and tasty, and his. It was the essence of the boy-man, and she loved it.
Just then, from somewhere in the room, sounded a girlish gasp of surprise. Preoccupied as she was, Sheila did not hear it. But Sam did, and it was his sudden tensing and his own sharp intake of breath that made her look up.
"Sis!" he said, slack-jawed with astonishment.
Sheila followed his gaping stare to the door. And yes, it was Peg standing there, gawking at them, eyes going from her aunt to her nearly nude brother and back again.
A brief, still moment ticked by.
Then a look of fondness and delight brightened Peg's young face and suddenly she looked very knowing indeed.
"I guess anything goes with you, doesn't it," she said to Sheila.
Sheila retreated from between Sam's knees. "Oh, Peg, what must you think ..."
Peg came into the room. She had on her new string bikini. She hadn't had it on when she'd left the house earlier-she must have come back to change for a pool party or something, then come looking for Sheila to let her know about her change in plans for the day.
"Hey, relax," she said easily. "No sweat here. I mean, how could there be? We fucked, didn't we?"
"You what?" Sam said, virtually forgetting his near nudity. A hand rested on his cock and balls.
Sheila shook her head at Peg. "But that was different. That was-"
"What?" Peg challenged without malice. "Just a favor from an aunt to an uninformed niece? You know you enjoyed it a lot more than that. And if you weren't ashamed of that, you have no reason to be ashamed of this."
"You two have been in bed together?" Sam said, still not sure he was hearing right.
Sheila turned to him meekly. "Are you angry? Do you hate me?"
"Why would I?"
Peg knelt by her aunt. "Yeah, what's the problem, Sheila? You aren't ashamed, are you?"
"No sweetie. I was just afraid, if you both knew I was doing it with the other, you'd think such terrible things about me."
"Why, for gosh sakes?"
"Oh hell, Sheila," Peg said. "We can take it. Matter of fact, I think it's fascinating."
"Yeah!" Sam chimed in. "This is like seeing you in a whole new light."
"You're not turned off by the real me?"
"Turned off?" he answered, bordering on the incredulous. "If I was turned off, would I be thinking about a threesome?"
"A what?" Sheila gasped.
"Hey, brother," Peg marveled. "I think that brain of yours is starting to pay off!"
Sheila's eyes darted from one teen to the other. "Now wait! You two are brother and sister-"
"I think it's a bit late for that argument, Sheila," Peg countered. "After all that's happened, nothing is forbidden anymore."
Before Sheila could think of an answer, Peg stood and reached behind to undo the strings of her halter bikini top. The cupping fabric was suddenly hanging loosely over the points of her tits.
Gazing down at her aunt, she murmured. "The only thing to do now is enjoy it, each other, the whole darn thing."
Sheila's eyes ran over Peg's young body and she saw the look in the girl's eyes. The kid was undeniably appealing and, now that everything was out in the open and Sheila was free to consider a three-way bang, well, there wasn't any need for a lot of debate, was there?
Peg grinned. "Why don't you finish what I interrupted while me and brother get acquainted, girl to boy."
It sounded like a perfect idea to Sheila. She complied readily, first pausing to pull off Sam's footwear and jeans. She then leaned in between his knees, inhaled the erotic aroma of spent spunk. It drew her tongue from her mouth and she resumed licking at Sam's limp cock-meat.
Peg sashayed in to one side of Sheila, her eyes openly taking in her brother's lean, naked body.
"I never really noticed before, brother," she chirped. "That's a nice build."
"You wanna talk about nice, let's talk about you," he answered, ogling her just as freely.
"Okay," she purred, "let's talk about me." She looked down her body, slowly sliding both hands up from her hips. "Do you like my tits?"
"They're out of this world! Come on and show them to me!"
Her hands continued rising, gliding up and taking hold of her tits in cradling fashion. Seconds later she quickly lifted the useless bikini top off.
"Oh yeah!" Sam moaned, one hand distractedly mauling Sheila's hair down below. "Great tits! And that's some set of nipples you've got there, sis!"
Peg tweaked them between thumbs and forefingers, bringing the pulpy pink flesh erect at once. Sam sucked air between his teeth and squirmed. He pulled Sheila's face down into his cock and balls, demanding harder contact. Chuckling, Sheila obliged, scooping his nuts into her mouth.
Peg turned her back and bent over. She let her half-clad, womanly ass sway before Sam's eyes. "And my ass, Sammy boy? Do I have a good, wide, sexy ass?"
' 'In-fucking-credible.''
"Take off my panties so you can really see."
His hands shot to the strings of her bikini bottom and pulled the bows. He snatched the scanty covering away and was rewarded with a clear view of his sister's most private parts.
Her outer cunt-lips were just staring to swell, allowing a hint of inner pink to show through. Just to make sure it did, Peg reached back between her legs and spread her cunt-flesh with two fingers.
"Outrageous," Sam moaned. "Fantastic pussy!"
Sheila felt Sam's cock growing against her cheek as she continued laving his nuts. Part of it was caused by her, part by that sister of his. That niece of hers. Already the two females made a highly potent pair.
The remarkable thing was they were only just getting warmed up.