Chapter 3
Morning came dull and gray, covered by the lazy sounds of heavy summer rain. John Brillard crept slowly into wakefulness, his first pleasant sensation the pressure of Ann's hand still on his groin, the sweet smell of her hair against his chest.
He opened his eyes slowly to look over the dim room and to glance at their naked bodies lying entwined on top of the pulled-down bed covers, The night's sleep had refreshed him, washed any of the anger he had felt the previous night from him, and filled him with a lazy sensuality.
Without moving more than his head and eyes, he looked to Ann's sweetly contented face, the closed eyes, and the half-parted lips that were almost, but not quite, lifted in a faint smile. She was lying on her side, but he could see the gentle curve of her left breast half-flattened under her and against him. He had never before realized how really beautiful his sister was. Looking at her in the dull early morning light, his emotions softened by the sound of a rain that experience told him would last the entire day, he almost felt sorry for her. She must have had a hard time with the boys she'd dated, and particularly with the one she had been going almost steady with for nearly three months. He couldn't imagine one of them not making at least some sort of pass at her. There couldn't possibly be a man alive who wouldn't have wanted to be where he had been the night before.
But he began to understand her ideas about social virginity, too. Somehow, he knew, she had given him something that she valued very highly, something which must be kept as their own private secret. She could tell whatever story she liked when she decided to get married, but as far as the world was concerned-as far as all her girl friends were concerned-she was still a virgin.
As he watched she stirred slightly, snuggled tighter to him for an instant so that the hot softness of her breast caressed his torso like a sensuous brand, and then, still with her eyes closed, she rolled onto her back. Now he could look from her face over her rising and falling bust with the erect pink nipples and the pale white flesh which she had covered from the sun, then down over gently muscled abdomen to the sweet triangle of golden fleece that sheltered the no-longer-secret spot of her passion.
He was so impressed by her beauty-by her nakedness and by his own desire to taste of her passions again-that he almost reached out to fondle her breasts with his hand. Then, perhaps because he felt an even greater sense of tenderness or because he wanted to experiment with his newfound sexual power, he glanced again to her Venus mound.
In the dull morning light, the silken hair seemed slightly less than golden, yet not quite possessed of enough red to be copper. It rose from the hillock of her flesh to twist and twine in a myriad of patterns-a sweet jungle or garden that had been planted over the opening to paradise. Beyond it he could not quite see the line of opening. The lips, no longer aroused, had closed in sleep so that the pinkness no longer showed, so that the sweet clitoris was again buried beyond the lips, soft guardianship, waiting for its next arousal.
And then he thought of the perfect act-the way to wake her from her delicate slumbers and rouse her to a day of passion. Their parents would be home the following evening. This would be their last complete day together without sneaking or hiding. Today, he knew, he and his sister-no, he thought again-his sisters, for he couldn't forget young adolescent Sue sleeping sweetly below on the back porch-would have all the freedom in the world to enjoy all the sex they could. Why not, he thought, begin a dawn of sweet and glorious passion as it should be begun?
Gently, slowly, a half inch at a time, he rolled away from his sister and slipped easily from the bed. Standing, he again looked at her sleeping form. She was on her back, one arm stretched out, the other at her side and her long smooth legs slightly parted so that he could drink in a clear view of her primary sexual parts.
Slowly, without for even a second taking his eyes from the silken triangle that protected her groin, he moved along the side of the bed to the foot and crossed around so that he was standing at the very bottom of her side of it. Then, with stealth worthy of a cat, he eased himself down on the bed, bracing himself on the prop of his left arm.
He lowered his head to look more closely at the seat of her desire. Now, as he inched closer, he began to see through the twisting vines of her hair to the tight opening which led to the river he sought. It looked so soft and delicate, he thought, and he wondered how so soft and smoothly rounded a part could be capable of such intense and violent passion. As he looked, as his head inched closer to his sister's groin, it was as if he were hypnotized, not only by the view directly before him but also by the sweet essence of sexual aroma that tingled against his nostrils.
Then, only an inch or two away from his goal, he stopped. Ann sighed in her sleep and moved slightly, only to return to her former pose, yet this time with her legs spread slightly wider. The invitation, whether intentional or not, was more than he could bear. He closed his eyes and lowered his mouth to her groin.
At first, he could feel only the barrier of her hair and the dry crease where her lips met and pressed together to protect the joys within. Then, extending his tongue slightly, he felt the lips open slightly under his gentle pressure.
With ultimate tenderness, he licked the full length of her lips from very bottom to very top, and then did the same thing again. This time he could feel the soft nub of clitoris begin to move up and out to meet him.
Above him, he heard a lazy groan. He knew she was now half awake, savoring the twin joys of lazy sleep and the added, more sensual, pleasure he was giving her. She moved lazily again, this time spreading her legs even wider so that he now had total access to her constantly opening vagina. He lay on his stomach between her legs, so that his own extended far over the foot of the bed, so that his head was now pressed firmly on her wet opening.
She groaned again as his tongue worked slowly up and down and around her ever more erect clitoris, and as he raised his hands above him to cup and fondle her breasts he felt the pressure of her own palms on top of them. She was awake now, but still enjoying the lazy sensuality of it as he began to move his tongue more rapidly in and out of the wet cauldron of her passion.
Above him, he could hear her soft groans and the continual purr of her pleasure. Her violence of the night before had changed completely. Now, it seemed she was totally content to be ministered to in this way. Something in her very lack of response seemed to increase his own enjoyment of the act as he gently pulled on her clitoris, sucking it between his lips, caressing the very tip of it with his tongue and then sliding his tongue down the full length of it and beyond, into the wide cavity there.
She was completely aroused now, her labia spread wide, her fluid flowing wet and slippery over his lips and cheek and jaw. Yet still she did not move in passionate response. Her legs remained still. The only movement was the pressure of her hands on his as they rested on her heaving breasts. The only sounds were the continual soft moans that escaped her parted lips.
Then he heard the one deeper, more intense gasp that escaped her, felt the series of tics that seemed to thrash from within her, and the hard, added pressure of her hips as they lifted high to lock to his mouth, held themselves there for an eternity, and then dropped back to the bed.
He continued for one more moment before, still with his mouth on her, he opened his eyes. He looked up over the soft expanse of stomach with its single mar of navel, higher to where his hands covered her breasts and hers covered his, and then to her head.
She had lifted it slightly, and was smiling down on him. Her tangled blonde hair, the slightly smeared mascara around her eyes and the remains of yesterday's lipstick, did not detract from her beauty. If anything, they gave her a look of passionate abandon which acted directly on his own desire.
"Ummmmm . . . " she said, still smiling. "You sure know how to wake a girl up."
He darted his tongue deep into her again and let it slip out slowly and hard along the bottom length of her clitoris, before lifting his head and pulling away.
"Breakfast in bed," he laughed.
"Ummm," she said again as he rolled away from her and pulled himself up in the bed to lie beside her.
It was then that she pushed him on his back and twisted so that her breasts flattened against his chest. She lay over him like that for a long moment, looking down into his eyes, a strange expression that was half wonder and half complete submission in her blue eyes. Then, with maddening slowness, she lowered her mouth to his, pressing gently at first with dry lips, until her tongue eased out to caress and savor his own.
They kissed like that for almost a minute, moaning gently and twisting slightly so that their bodies could make added contact. Below, he could feel her gentle fingers exploring his groin, stroking his penis and scrotum, tingling added life into his parts.
Her hand ran up and down the length of his turgid shaft four slow times before she pulled her lips from his and leaned away. She lay on her side now, her weight propped on her right elbow as the fingers of her left hand played with his erect organ. She looked from his face to his groin and then back again.
"It's so big and beautiful," she said.
He didn't answer. He was looking at her hand moving along the length of his organ, exploring, testing.
He watched that way for some moments before pulling himself up on his own elbows. "Suck it," he said finally.
"What?" Her fingers stopped their movements, her eyes widened slowly.
"I did you."
"I didn't think you'd like-"
"Oh, I'd like. Don't worry about that."
"Ummm," she said as her fingers again began to slide up and down along the length of his hard flesh.
She adjusted her position in the bed and smiled again to him before lowering her head to his erection. As she did so, her hair fell over her face. He wanted to see her face as she took him into her mouth, and so he reached out a hand to move the hair back.
Her eyes were still open as he did so. He saw her look up to him as he felt the first hot wet pressure of her lips cover the very head of his organ.
"Ummm . . . " she said again, still looking at him, but now she rested the side of her head on his thigh so that she could gaze up at him while holding the head of his organ in her mouth and caressing the base and scrotum with nimble fingers.
He watched as she slid her lips down, wetting the length of his penis, and then she clasped the base in one hand. He watched as her eyes, still open, began to take on a glazed, hypnotic look, and closed slightly.
He felt the hot pressure of her mouth on his, the occasionally almost painful scrape of her teeth. He curled his fingers in her hair, ran them down to stroke her back, and then slid them under her to cup the firm hanging flesh of one breast.
It was an agony, it was a pleasure as intense as any he had experienced-and it was too shortlived. Even the exertions of the night before had not deadened his response. He knew in no more than an instant or two that he was going to ejaculate. He twisted slightly and knew that she knew it too. He watched as she slid her mouth down almost to the very base of his penis, felt the tip of it hit her throat and then saw her lift her lips away.
She hovered over it for a half-second, her hand moving fast along the wet length, and then he ruptured inside.
The short spurt of fluid popped from the tip and hit her just above the mouth. She watched it jump out, still moving her hand, and then, when it was gone, she again lowered her lips to the still erect organ.
He could feel her sucking hard now. It was painful, but it was good. She had wanted to see, he knew, had wanted to watch the spurt of ejaculation, feel the hot impact as it hit her face and then return to the pleasures she was experiencing before.
Finally, she rolled away from him and licked the semen from her lips before leaning again to kiss him on the mouth. But this time something about the idea of a kiss repelled him slightly. Maybe it was the idea of tasting his own sperm, maybe some sort of contempt for her after what she had just done-he didn't know. He rolled away from her and stood up beside the bed.
"Jesus," he said. "What if Sue knows we're here?"
Ann looked at him for a moment, then rose to stand on the other side of the bed. When she spoke there was a hint of ice in her voice. "Worried she'll be jealous?" she sneered.
"Oh, forget it," he snapped. "Let's get dressed and get some breakfast."
Together they pulled the covers of the bed up and remade it so that no hint of their night's activity was evident. Then, after a final inspection of the room, they unlocked the door and tiptoed out into the hall. He returned to his own room; Ann walked to the one she shared with her younger sister.
She was not only surprised but thoroughly embarrassed to find Sue sitting on her bed as she entered the room.. There was nothing she could possibly say or do to hide what had happened. She was still completely naked. The facts were transparently obvious. Apparently, the night's rain had awakened Sue on the downstairs back porch, and she had returned upstairs to her room. While Johnny and she had been enjoying their oral activity in the parents' room, Sue had awakened, dressed, and remained waiting for them.
Caught in an embarrassing situation, Ann tried to appear as casual as possible. She said a cheery good morning to her fifteen-year-old sister, then without bothering to say to explain any more, walked to the bathroom and turned the shower water on.
She wasn't surprised to see Sue still sitting on her own bed when she returned. The sight of the girl, particularly with the knowledge that she was not teasing or accusing, now annoyed her distinctly.
"Well?" she demanded. "What's the matter with you?"
"Nothing," Sue said. "I just wanted to know what it's like."
"What what's like?"
"Oh, come on, Sis. You broke it up when he was just about to show me, and I know he did it to you."
Ann was trapped. She suddenly realized that no amount of bluffing would satisfy her sister's curiosity. "It's all right," she said without commitment.
"You mean you're not going to tell me, is that it?"
"There's nothing to tell, that's all."
"All right," Sue said. "I'll find out for myself." She rose from where she had been sitting, and walked out of the room and down the hall.
Too lazily satisfied both by the sexual releases of the night and early morning and then by the acute satisfaction of having her brother's organ in her mouth, Ann was still enjoying the sensuous residue of tingle from her shower. It was simply too much trouble to follow her sister. The morning rain, heavily beating a lazy tattoo on the roof above her, the complete sense of satisfaction and womanly fulfillment she felt, combined to make nothing important. She forgot about her sister and determined to take a long, slow time in dressing and arranging her hair.
John showered and dressed with more speed. He was already downstairs in the kitchen about to take some bacon from the refrigerator when Sue finally found him.
"What'd ya do?" the girl asked innocently.
"What do you mean?"
"You know. You and Ann?"
At first he tried to avoid her question, then stopped to look at her. She was dressed in blue jeans that hugged her slender yet gently rounded hips, and one of his old shirts that showed clearly that she hadn't bothered to put a bra on beneath it.
"We . . . " He shrugged. "You know," he said, feeling hopeless.
"More than with me? I mean, did you put it in her?" She took a pace forward so that she stood now directly in front of him. Her hand reached out gently to touch his groin, to explore for a rise underneath the fabric of his trousers. He nodded his head.
She squeezed hard and then released as he cried out and took a pace backward. "That's not fair!" she said. "You told me you'd-"
He raised a finger to his lips. "I know, I know," he said. "Don't worry. Wait until I get some breakfast." He knew there was time. The idea of both of them wanting him was more delicious than any he could imagine. And then, as he pulled four strips of bacon from the package and placed them in a frying pan, he had the wildest idea yet. Each of them wanted him and he knew he'd have each of them again sometime. But it was raining. There was nothing to do but watch the television. Why couldn't thay all have fun at once? Maybe he could even get his sisters to do girl stuff, maybe play with Ann's vibrator, or something like that? They could have a regular orgy.
He turned to Sue, now standing with an almost petulant expression on her face. He put one hand on her shoulder and let it slip easily down to caress the rise of one breast under the old white shirt. "Don't worry," he said, "we'll do it all the way. You just go along with it. Okay?"
"Sure, Johnny," she said. Now the expression in her eyes changed and again her hand stretched out to touch his groin. Her fingers sent a lazy tingle of desire through him. "Anything you say."
They were sitting at the small chromium and formica table, still enjoying the last of their breakfast, when Ann finally came down to join them. John didn't even wait until his older sister opened the refrigerator before announcing to her:
"Sue's going to squeal."
Ann's eyes widened. She turned to look from Sue to her older brother. "What?"
John shrugged. "Simple," he said. "She knows about last night. I mean you and me, and she's going to tell Mom and Dad."
"You wouldn't dare!" Ann said to her sister. "Why, when I walked in here you and John were just about-"
"Wait a minute! Wait a minute!" John said. "There's no sweat. like you said yourself, why not keep it in the family? Maybe we can all have some fun. I mean, it's raining like hell anyway. Why don't we play a few games so we can all enjoy ourselves?"
Again Ann looked from him to her sister and then back again. "You mean-"
"Sure, why not," John said. "I mean, what's the difference? As long as we all get our kicks, there's no point in anyone spilling any beans. Besides, you liked it, didn't you?"
Ann lowered her eyes. The gesture made her appear almost, but not quite, modest.
"And you?" John turned to Sue, "You had fun last night before old kill-joy walked in, didn't you?"
Sue smiled and nodded eagerly.
"Well then, why not?" John continued. "Let's have a nice leisurely breakfast, then figure out some games."
The girls both looked at him, Sue with an expression of eager expectation on her young face, Ann with certain doubt that took somewhat longer to fade. Finally the older girl nodded her head and turned to the refrigerator. Without speaking again, she prepared herself some bacon and eggs and joined the other two at the small table.
It was almost ten thirty when they finally left the table and started cleaning up the dishes and utensils in the kitchen. The rain was still pouring down outside, the house was still dull and dreary, yet the day was sparked bright by hopes and expectations of things to come.
John left the kitchen first and walked into the large living room where he pulled the drapes closed, turned on the lights, and before the girls finished drying the dishes stripped out of his trousers, shirt and underwear. He was sitting naked on the long couch when his two sisters came in.
"Hey Annie," he said, "why not go up and get that kicky machine you had yesterday?"
"Johnny! You wouldn't?"
"Why not?"
"Oh, all right," she said, and walked around the couch to go upstairs.
When she had left, John motioned to Sue to come over and sit beside him on the couch. Without speaking, he took one of her hands and placed it gently on his soft member, as with his other he began to unbutton the shirt she wore to reveal her pert, adolescent breasts. When he pulled the shirt material aside and began to fondle her nubile flesh, it seemed more hard than firm. Her breasts had not yet attained their full growth, and their small nipples seemed still struggling from within to push forward: the hard flesh around and behind them seemed eagerly waiting to expand yet another two or three inches.
Still without words, he continued to fondle her breasts with one hand, while with the other he gently pulled her head down over his semierect organ.
This time she made no protest. It was almost eagerly that she took it into her mouth and began to run her tongue over and around the gradually hardening flesh of his member. They were sitting like that, he with his head thrown contentedly back savoring the hot sensations of her lips covering him, she eagerly sucking and pulling on the flesh of his penis, when Ann returned to the room.
He opened his eyes to see her, still fully clothed, an expression of mixed indignation and physical arousal on her face. He watched her for a moment, then beckoned her toward him with his free hand as he slipped his tongue out of his mouth.
The message was unmistakable, and she understood it immediately. Yet she still stood a moment in front of them, the vibrator in her hand, before giving an almost hopeless shrug. She fluffed her hands under her skirt, gave a little twisting jerk, and a moment later pulled a pair of flimsy panties down the length of her legs. Then, still fully clothed except for the undergarment, she crossed to the couch and kneeled on the other side of her brother.
It was she who lifted her skirt high to throw it over his head, he who pulled her tight against his hungry mouth with one hand as the other kneaded the firm flesh of Sue's budding breast.
He reclined there savoring the dual pleasures of one sister hot and wet against his mouth, his eager tongue again savoring the cavern of her insatiable desire, while his own organ was alternately hot and cool as his other sister's mouth rose and fell along its length. It was all to good to be true, and he wanted to ejaculate right away; but something in his instinct told him that if he did he would be powerless as a man for some time.
He wanted to enjoy the whole day-to be able to do everything without weakening. Almost roughly, he pushed Ann away from him and pulled his own organ away from Sue's eager mouth.
"Hey," he said to the startled girls. "We don't want to go too fast. Sue's got a lot to learn first. Show her that thing of yours, Ann."
This time, there was no hesitation on the older girl's part. She lifted the vibrator from where she had dropped it on the couch, and telling Sue to remove her jeans and panties, turned it on as she waited for her. When the younger girl had stripped completely naked, revealing long, tapering legs, the first adolescent sweep of slender hips, and the only half-grown tuft of down-like pubic hair, Ann told her to sit beside her brother on his left.
"I'll show you how to get some real kicks without breaking your cherry," she said, still fully clothed as she knelt on the carpet between them. With both hands, she gently spread her sister's adolescent labia apart until she found the budding nipple of clitoris. She extended one finger tentatively until she was sure of where the hymenal barrier might be, and then in slow gentle movements touched the switched-on electric vibrator to Sue's outer lips.
Sue squirmed slightly away, then moved back. "Oh guy!" she said. "Kicky."
Still moving slowly and deliberately, Ann eased the vibrator over and around her sister's vaginal lips until finally, with a slight little dip, she slid it partially into the open cavity. She angled the tip up and, holding the machine in her left hand, pressed it gently yet firmly against Sue's clitoris.
"Oh guy!" Sue said again as she began to feel the full sensual impact of the oscillating machine against her most delicate nerve endings.
Ann then removed her right hand from the machine, holding it only in her left, and she looked up to John smiling down on her. He had a complaisant grin on his face, seeming a thin Buddha with a high erection swaying slightly in front of her eyes.
This time it was Ann who felt the hurt and the anger toward her brother. She took his penile shaft in her right hand and, maintaining a constant pressure on her sister's clitoris with the vibrator, clasped John's organ firmly. She began, slowly at first and then with ever increasing rapidity, to move her fist up and down along the shaft of his organ.
As the groans increased, the expression of lust and power on Ann's face seemed to intensify. The vibrator pressed ever more firmly against her sister's delicate nerves; her right hand moved ever more rapidly up and down along the length of her brother's penis. Their breathing increased until they were both panting, their bodies twisting and writhing on the couch before her, and then, finally, each gave a convulsive groan. Sue twisted violently and grabbed the vibrator with both hands as the spurt of John's semen shot up and out to cover his stomach and thighs with a milky gray fluid.
Ann gave two more hard tugs to his penis, feeling the sticky fluid under her fingers now as it lubricated them against the hard flesh. Then, suddenly, she let go of both penis and vibrator, rocked back and stood up.
She was still fully clothed. Her hands rested on her wide hips and her back was erect, giving an arrogant jut to her large breasts.
"Mr. Organizer," she sneered at her brother. "Now let's see what a big man you are in a three way dealie."
In the intensity of his pleasure, John had not stopped to realize the trick his sister had pulled on him. By bringing him to orgasm the way she had, she had not only paid him back for the brutal violation of her anus the previous night, but had made him-at least temporarily-unable to enjoy any but the purely visual aspects of the games he might have wished to play. She now stood before him with an expression of amused contempt on her beautiful face. She was taunting him, he knew, but somehow, at least for the moment, he didn't care. He savored the sweet release of his passion, put one arm over Sue's slim shoulders, and let the fingers dangle down to caress gently the taut flesh of her right breast. She, in turn, had thrown her head back against the rear of the couch and was still holding the vibrator tight to her clitoris, whispering, "Oh, guy! Guy!"
Ann was the first to realize the futility of her gesture. She had tried to humiliate both of them, but had only succeeded in giving them intense satisfaction, yet she knew she couldn't stop with just that. As their consciousness began slowly to return, she raised her hands from her hips, and with the slow, deliberate gestures she believed a striptease artist might use she began to twist and sway slightly as she unbuttoned first one, then another, button of her blouse.
Reaching the bottom, she gradually eased the fabric up and out of the waistband of her skirt, and slipped her arms through it so that she stood with her torso only partially covered by the flimsy material of her bra.
Then still using the slow deliberateness of a professional dancer, she unzipped the side of her skirt, turned completely around and let the light fabric puddle to the soft pile of living room carpet.
Their eyes were both on her now, John's showing something like awkward and hopeless anticipation, Sue's something close to disbelief.
She turned again so that her back was toward them, fumbled her arms behind her to unsnap first one, then two, and then the final catch on her bra. She slipped her shoulders through the thin straps, pulled the garment free, and stood there another moment before turning to reveal her large, firm breasts. She cupped them in her hands and took a pace toward her naked brother.
"Bet you'd like to be able to do something, wouldn't you?" she taunted. "Bet you'd like another hard-on."
"Gosh," Sue said. "They're big. You think mine will be big like that one day?"
Ann turned to her sister, saw the wide-eyed innocence of her expression, and took a half step to the side so that she stood in front of her. "Want to feel?" she asked.
Sue extended her right hand, slowly at first and then with more deliberation, until the fingers rested lightly just above Ann's left nipple. The tingling sensation that shot through Ann from the simple light touch was more than she could ever have imagined. Just the feather-like contact of her kid sister's fingertips on the hot flesh of her breast sent a surge of desire through her, more than any she had felt for John the previous night. She put her hand over Sue's and pulled it down so that the fingers now touched her nipple. They stayed there for a moment, immobile, before beginning tentative experimental movements
It was too much-something completely unexpected-and it sent a shiver of guilt through Ann. She stepped back, looking down at Sue with sensuous amazement in her smoldering eyes.
It took almost a full minute before she was able to control herself sufficiently to regain her aplomb. Internally, emotionally, she was never able to regain it. She took another pace backward and again began swaying her hips slightly as she looped her thumbs into her pantie tops. She could feel herself oozing wetness now, knew that the fabric of her panties was already almost sodden at the crotch, but she no longer cared. She was enjoying the tease.
Slowly turning, swaying, bumping and grinding, she eased her panties below her waist, caressed her own breasts and stomach and teased mercilessly, as inch by slow inch she eased the delicate fabric below her hips and then down her long, slender legs, until finally she stood absolutely naked before her brother and sister.
"Guy!" Sue said again. "You sure are built."
Ann looked at her wide-eyed sister sitting on the couch before her. They had lived in the same room ever since their parents had bought the house three years before, and yet neither one had ever seen the other naked until the previous night. Modesty, middle-class morality, whatever had dominated the household until that fateful time, and had kept them always covered in each other's presence. Now she knew that in a wild moment all that had changed. Every buried sexual desire that she had never admitted-indeed, never known to have existed-was now between them as naked as they.
The thought was horrifying, but she could not control it. She, too, looked at Sue's young nubile body, caressed it with lusty eyes and without quite knowing the cause of surging emotions within her desired it.
She walked the two paces to the couch, pulled her sister erect with one hand and saved the vibrator from dropping with the other. As both girls finally stood facing one another, they seemed to act in a blind sensuous haze, as if mesmerized by the lust that hung between them.
Their hands reached out to caress breasts and then slowly, as if in a dream, they moved forward until their torsos pressed hard together, flattening breast against breast, crushing hip against hip, pubis against pubis.
It was Ann who broke the caress and pulled her sister down to the floor. Sue sat cross-legged, watching as the older girl still fondled one of her breasts but now took the vibrator, switched the machine on and slowly inserted it inch by slow and ecstatic inch into her gaping femininity.
John and Sue watched fascinated as the long vibrating machine gradually disappeared between Ann's spread legs until no more of it was visible. The girl then reached up to her sister, pulled her gently on top of her, and spread her own legs so that their posture now was one of heterosexual intercourse.
"Hump me, baby, hump me hard," Ann murmured as she wrapped her long legs over her sister's back and pulled her tight to her writhing body.
John watched, still fascinated, as his two sisters twined together, planting heavy wet kisses on each other's breasts and lips and ears. He had never imagined anything like it. The agonized twistings of their bodies, the fervent writhing of their hips and torsos, were something out of an Arabian dream. It was as if both of them were completely out of control-that each could think of nothing, could feel nothing, but total animal lust that had to be satisfied immediately even if death or total destruction proved the ultimate result.
The low inchoate groans escaping Ann's lips caught and stopped for an instant, and then, low from the very depths of her being, a slow siren sound began to build until it rose to fill the room with a hideous scream that actually seemed to climb the walls and echo from the ceiling. He watched her hand entwined in Sue's hair pulling with brutal abandon as she still continued the scream that finally reached an ear-shattering peak and seemed to return the way it had come, sliding down and away from the ceiling, down the walls, and finally disappearing in her own lungs as if swallowed by the sheer intensity of the pleasure she had experienced. It ended as it began, in slow, twitching grunts and half-words, in a continued churn of female against female flesh.
He watched amazed as the girls remained locked in each other's fervent embrace for several long moments before slowly parting. Exhausted, sweating heavily, her eyes still glazed in amazement at what her young, inexperienced body had accomplished for her sister, Sue rolled free first and lay panting beside Ann on the carpet.
As if from miles away, John could still hear the faint whirr of the vibrator still moving within the wet confines of his older sister. He started to get up to see if he could free it, but before he could move, Ann moved her arms as slowly as if they had turned to lead, and with the gestures of a far older person finally succeeded in reaching the widely spread lips of her vagina. She fumbled for a moment and explored, and then, with some degree of painful effort, finally managed to slip her fingers within and free the machine from its delicious confines.
"Jesus," she said at length."Jesus."
They remained that way for some time-the two girls on the floor, John still sitting on the couch-until Sue struggled to her feet and crossed to where her brother sat. Looking down on Ann, it seemed that she was totally, completely exhausted, and had fallen into a contented sleep.
Sue sat down beside her brother. "Is that what it's like with a man?" she asked. "I mean, if you put it in me will I go all freaky like that?"
He looked to her, smiling slightly. This time knowing that he would be able to have another erection soon after the sweet touch of her flesh on his. "Sure," he said. He reached out and took her hand in his. "Let's go upstairs. I'll show you lots better things."
Once again in his parents' bedroom, once again stark naked as he had been the night before-yet this time with a far younger partner-John contented himself first with examination. He had Sue lie down on the wide bed, legs spread so that he could run his eyes and then his fingers over the firm curves of her adolescent body. In the dull light of rainy day he could see far more of her form than was available to him the previous night on the back porch. She was so young, he thought, so perfectly formed, so unspoiled by anything that even hinted at the full-blown look of mature women. Her hips were flared, but not overly wide. All things of a woman were with her, yet all things of the child, too. He touched every part of her eager form from the soft silk of her hair down over hard breasts and finally even caressed the flesh of her feet.
Then he began to kiss her, first the tops of her feet, up along her calves, behind her knees and easily over the insides of her thighs. He hovered over her vagina, kissing only her hips to either side, avoiding it completely as he worked his mouth over her stomach, up along the undersides of her breasts, over the nipples, and along her shoulders and neck.
There he played his tongue over her jaw, avoided her lips, and worked backward to her ears.
She was panting heavily as he increased his attention. He rested the firm erection of his penis on top of her Venus mound as his tongue explored her ears for long minutes of ecstasy, before moving to caress her eyes and settle heavily with intense demand on her open lips. They parted willingly so that their two tongues entwined together.
Still his penis rested on her pubic mound, and he could begin to feel the slight involuntary tic of her hips pressing up against his. His hand slid down over her breasts, fondled and teased for a moment before his lips slowly followed, sliding over jaw, down neck and over chest, until they found the erect jut of one savory nipple.
There he kissed and sucked and nibbled as his left hand moved lower to explore the opening of her seat of passion. It was open and wet, eager for his entrance, yet so much tighter and smaller than his other sister's that he almost wondered at the pain he was going to cause. But then, with her eager breasts under his mouth, her demanding hips moving against his hand, he forgot her possible discomfort. All he wanted was her total surrender, her total desire for him and his body surging within her.
He slid his mouth lower, caressing stomach and navel, again circling the soft tuft of silken hair that surrounded her beckoning lips. But this time he didn't finish his ministration with teasing. He forgot the thighs, and after a moment of nuzzling and fondling slipped both his finger and his tongue into the eager opening.
With tongue sliding over the almost hard clitoris, he explored below with his finger trying to determine the hardness of hymen-the difficulty and pain their union would cause.
It was there, but it seemed to give slightly under the pressures of his finger.
"Oh, Johnny," Sue gasped. "I'm coming off again."
"Do it!" he mumbled into the hot cauldron of her slopping vagina. "Do it good."
He could feel the convulsions within her, the slowly increasing tic of her insides as the floodgates opened and the consummation of her passion began to pour forth in a tidal wave of impossible pleasure.
He slipped his palms under her slender buttocks, pulling her lips tight to his, and sucked and drank the sweet fluid that poured from within.
And then, it was over. She slumped back against the bedclothes sighing and gasping. He rolled away from her, pulled himself up, and lay on his back beside her. Now, he knew, she was satiated, yet he had risen again, was completely hard and eager for total intromission.
As she lay panting beside him, her eyes closed in the intensity of savored pleasure, he considered the futility of it all. She'd had hers again, and he was still left hanging. Almost with a feeling of disgust at his own desires, he took his penis in his right hand and started to move along its shaft.
He had only made one simple movement before she stopped him with a touch. "Don't, Johnny," she said. "Put it in me like you were going to last night."
"Might hurt," he said without conviction.
"I don't care," she said. "I want it there."
He was tired, looking down to his erect organ and then over to her beside him. "Here," he said. "I'll make it easy for you. You get on top."
"Me?"
"Yeah. Straddle me, then you can put it just where you want it."
She rose slowly on the bed, looked down at his huge penis for a doubtful moment and then swung one leg over his torso. She knelt that way looking at him for a moment before reaching down to take the shaft in both hands. She smiled as she squeezed it affectionately once and then inched up so that she hovered directly above it.
"Just put it where it feels good," he said, "and then sit down."
Slowly she placed the very tip of his penis against her vaginal lips, moving slightly, perhaps afraid, perhaps teasing for a moment until she adjusted it slightly so that the head alone sank into the hot confines of her organ.
"Will it hurt bad?" she said, both hands still holding him.
"Not bad," he said, his eyes glued to the point where their sexes now touched.
"Put your hands on my shoulders, Johnny."
He raised his hands to place both palms on her shoulders.
She smiled down at him for a long moment before she said, "Okay, Johnny. All at once. Now! Pull!"
With one complete and full gesture she forced herself down impaling her tight virgin organ on his shaft. As she did so, he pressed with his palms on her shoulders and then both of them remained motionless.
Her eyes were closed. Her teeth clenched and he now slid his hands from her shoulders down over her breasts so that his fingers could play with her erect nipples.
Finally, after a long hot time of unmoving burial within her, he saw her eyes open and the clenched muscles of her jaw relax. "It wasn't bad," she said. "It didn't hurt bad at all."
"Ride," he said. "Ride on it like a horse."
Slowly, like a great train easing out of a neveragain-to-be-seen station, she began to tic her hips against his, swaying easily from side to side, using the full knowledge of generations of women before her. Above him, he could see her smiling down to his face as her internal muscles clamped tight and then released his flesh within her.
"Know something?" Her voice was calm, more mature than he had ever heard it.
"What?"
"I'm going to come off again, Johnny. I'm going to come off for you. It doesn't hurt at all any more. It's good, real good."
Now she stopped swaying from side to side and began to lift and lower herself on her knees so that alternately he could see the auburn of her scant hair pressed to his darker thatch and then the half glistening shaft of his penis as it was released from the tightness of her confining, demanding tunnel.
He lowered his hands from her breasts and clasped her around the buttocks as she leaned forward so that her breasts hung scant inches in front of his face.
"Oh, Johnny," she gasped. "Come off with me. Shoot it way up inside me. I'm doing it, Johnny. I'm doing . . . "
Thrusting wildly with her hips, she fell forward so that her torso flattened against his. He thrust up to meet her and with a suddenness he hadn't known before-without warning-his testicles seemed to explode, showering him with sweet splinters of the most intense pleasure he had ever felt in his life.
It was blinding, it was maddening, it was all things perfect at once. Se was wild and wanton and seemed to know more by instinct than Ann would ever learn.
They churned tight together, body against body, forming one writhing animal lost in the blind throes of forbidden passion, from which neither one of them could ever completely escape.
Long after both had had total release, long after the desires of their bodies were eased and gone, they clung together, twisting slightly, smiling and caressing. Then, finally, she rose again to her knees and slowly lifted herself away from the remnants of his manhood still buried within her.
'Must think," she said as she slid her left knee over his legs and knelt beside him. "It will never hurt again. Isn't that wonderful?"
"Yeah," he said. "Wonderful."
"Oh, Johnny!" She clapped her hands together like the child she no longer was. "I'm so happy. I'm so grateful!"
She leaned over to lift his flaccid penis away from his lower abdomen and held it in her hands for a moment before smiling broadly and shaking her head from side to side. "Oh," she said. "You wonderful, wonderful thing."
And she leaned over and kissed his wet penis as she might have kissed a favorite doll, nuzzling it with her head and lips until she lay relaxed, her head on his thighs, her hands still touching the organ that had given her so much pleasure, and her eyes staring devotedly up to his.
Then satiated, exhausted, her eyelids drooped and she fell into a contented sleep.
He stroked her head for a moment before he realized how exhausted he himself was. Then his hand dropped to his side and they slept together-boy and girl . . . man and woman . . . brother and sister . . .