Chapter 2
The bus was late in getting into the city, and it was her youngest nephew, Skip, who picked her up at the Greyhound station. The kid was shaggy-haired and reeked of sweat, and as he drove her home he kept making silly, empty- headed comments about how Jane wasn't anything like what he'd expected. The last time he'd seen her she'd been all bound up in a nun's habit and she'd looked much older to him, he said. She really didn't look all that old to him now in fact, she didn't look all that much older than some of the chicks his older brother Rory went out with.
"I don't like that word," Jane said. "And I don't want you using it around me. A chick is a baby chicken, an animal. You do not com-pare women to animals. Is that clear? And I want you to stop this car and put some shoes on those filthy feet of yours. It's illegal to drive without shoes on."
"Since when?" Skip said. "It ain't illegal in this state. Besides, I don't have any shoes along."
"Then I'll drive," Jane said, and she forced him to trade places with her. He said very little to her the rest of the way home, which suited Jane just fine. He was already learning his place.
The house was a shambles. Jane's brother and sister-in-law had already left for the airport. They'd left a note behind, apologizing to Jane for not being able to meet her, but her bus had been late, and they couldn't miss their flight. She was to make herself at home, and they were sure the kids, who were old enough to take care of themselves, but who just needed a little super-vision, wouldn't be any problem to her.
Make myself at home? Jane thought. The place was a pigsty. She'd come here to super-vise three teenagers, not to be a housekeeper or maid. She took her suitcase to the downstairs bedroom, her bedroom for the next two weeks, and she was stupefied to see that the bed hadn't even been made. Not only that, her brother and sister-in-law had left dirty clothes scattered around the room, as if they expected Jane not only to deal with their mess, but to do their wash for them as well.
"You sure look different without the nun's getup on."
Jane turned and faced the speaker, and found herself looking at a gum-chewing teenage girl dressed in tight jeans and a pink blouse that was more of a halter than a blouse. The blouse had been pulled up and tied in a knot just below the girl's well-developed tits, thus exposing her belly and navel. The top of the blouse was unbut-toned, exposing more than half of her tanned tits. The girl had long, shiny black hair and raisin eyes. Jane knew this was her niece, Carla, but she couldn't help thinking of the name Jezebel.
"Doesn't anybody in this family wear shoes?" Jane said, scowling at the girl's bare feet.
"It's summer," Carla said, chomping on gum. "You want a Coke or something, Aunt Jane?"
"I don't drink poison," Jane said. "And what I want is for you and your younger brother to start straightening up this house."
Carla stopped chewing her gum and frowned. "You've gotta be kidding."
"I do not kid," Jane said. "Now you find that brother of yours and the two of you get busy. And when you've finished, I want him to take a shower, I want you to take a bath, and I want the two of you to dress decently and to put some shoes on."
Carla stood there with her mouth open.
"Where's your older brother?" Jane said.
"Probably where he always is," Carla said. "In the basement, working out."
"He'll be joining you and your older brother in a few minutes," Jane said. "When I return from the basement with him, I want you and Skip to have cleaned up this bedroom so I can unpack."
Carla stood there dumbly, as if she didn't understand, as if Jane spoke a foreign language.
"You will do as I say," Jane said. "Or you shall be dearly sorry."
She marched out of the room, forcing Carla to step aside so she could pass through the door.
The basement reeked of sweat. A young man, dressed in nothing but green gym trunks, lay supine on a padded bench, heaving a barbell from his chest to arm's length, gulping air each time he lowered the bar. Sweat ran off his tan-ned body and off the bench as if he were lying under a shower. Like his young sister and brother, Rory had hair like a black stallion.
"I'm glad to see you like using your muscles," Jane said. "There's plenty of work to do upstairs."
Rory jumped at the sound of Jane's voice, then replaced the barbell on its bench supports and sat up. He looked Jane up and down, smil-ing. "Aunt Jane, you really have changed."
"So I've been told," Jane said. "Actually, the only thing that's changed is the clothing. The woman under the clothing is still the same."
Rory's eyes lingered on her tits. "Those nun's outfits sure do hide a lot, don't they."
Jane bit her lower lip. "Your brother and sister are doing a little house cleaning at the moment, and I suggest you go upstairs and help them out.
Rory frowned. "I'm working out, Aunt Jane."
"So I can see. Wasting all your energy try-ing to enlarge your already muscle bound body. Vanity. A sinful waste of time and energy. While I am here, my boy, you shall be putting your energy to better uses. Wipe off that sweat, and I'll see you upstairs directly." She left him without saying another word.
And Rory himself was too dumbfounded to say another word.
Skip and Carla were not where Jane expected to find them, in the bedroom on the first floor, putting it in order so Jane could unpack. Jane exhaled, angered by Carla's failure to carry out her orders promptly, and she left the bedroom in search of the disobedient girl. She found Carla on the second floor of the house-in Skip's bedroom. Jane peered into the bedroom from the dimly lit hallway, shocked by the scene she found.
Carla lay across Skip's bed, her pants off, her naked legs spread, the tips of her toes touching the floor. Skip kneeled on the floor next to the bed, his head bobbing between his older sister's spread legs. His fingers held her dark-furred pussylips wide apart as his tongue slobbered over the red meat between them. He moaned as he slurped, and Carla moaned with him, rub-bing her bare ass in sexy circles against the edge of the mattress.
"Suck!" Carla said, her toes curling. "Eat it up!"
"Mmmmm,mnunm" Skip growled, chew-ing and slurping and sucking. He buried his nose and lips between her cuntslips. One of his hands moved down to unfasten his jeans. He freed his cock and started to massage it.
"You filthy boy," Carla said. "Eating your sister's pussy! I'm gonna tell Aunt Jane on you." She shrieked with laughter for a moment, then put her hand over her mouth.
Skip drove his tongue into her, licking out the fluffy folds of her steaming pussy. He twisted his head from side to side, rubbing his nose down into her soft, wet pussy meat and growl-ing like a dog.
Carla's eyes rolled back. She brought her legs together, clamping them around her brother's head.
"Tongue-fuck it!" she gasped. "Make me come!"
It looked as if Skip's entire head would at any moment disappear inside his sister's body. He growled, munched, sucked. His hand moved faster on his cock.
"Eeeeeeh!" Carla squealed. She tossed her head from side to side. Her thighs tightened around Skip's head and her toes curled under. "I'm coming! I'm coming!"
Skip sounded like a pig at a slop trough as he devoured his sister's juicing, spasaming crotch. Carla dug her fingernails into her brother's head, pressing his face deeper between her legs as she rubbed her exploding teenage pussy in his mouth.
"Eat it, Skipper!" she gasped. "Oh God, yes!"
Jane slowly and silently unbuckled her belt, watching the scene before her intently as she pulled the belt from the loops of her jeans. She quivered from scalp to toes with a fierce and cruel excitement. What her niece and nephew were doing was even more perverted than what she'd witnessed the wrestling team doing with Trudie Smith. Skip and Carla were sinning even more grossly than the wrestlers had sinned with Trudie. Skip and Carla were brother and sister! Their sin was unforgivable.
Carla's legs relaxed and fell away from her brother's head. Skip lifted his face, which was plastered with pussycream and cunthairs. Carla laughed at him, calling him pussy-face. Skip stood up, his lube-dripping cock squeezed in his hand.
"No you don't," Carla said, and she rolled away before he could settle down on top of her. She slid off the end of the bed and came to rest on her knees. "You're never gonna get that thing in my cunt, brother, so just forget it."
"All you ever let me do is eat you," Skip said. "I never get anything out of it."
"You get a taste of my pussy," Carla said, "which is more than you deserve."
"I wanna fuck you," Skip said.
Carla laughed. "Every boy in town wants to fuck me, but only the deserving ones get the chance to dip their cocks between these legs, and you ain't one of them."
She started to get up, but Skip stepped out of the jeans bunched at his ankles and caught her by the hair. He forced his cock into her mouth before she could get out a word or a scream. He sank his cock down her throat until his balls mashed to her chin and she was chok-ing. He dug his fingers into her scalp and started to fuck her face.
"I've had enough of your cock-teasing!" he growled. "You're gonna start pleasuring me from now on. You're gonna eat that thing till it comes. Yeah, you're gonna eat it!"
His asscheeks dimpled as they contracted. His long cock slid back and forth between his sister's thinly stretched lips.
"Oh man, does this feel good!"
Carla kept choking and gagging, kept trying to pull away, but Skip held her, ramming his cock down her throat again and again. Her spit dripped from his balls. She finally stopped resisting and allowed him to use her head and face, her mouth and throat, in any way he wanted to, for his pleasure. Skip managed to get his shirt off and tossed it on the bed.
"I love being naked," he said. "I feel sexier, naked."
He gripped Carla's head as if it were a jackoff toy and plunged his cock in and out of her wet mouth.
"Ahhhhh, yeahhh!"
Jane had to restrain herself. She itched to step in and to put a stop to this perversion, this terri-ble sin, but her fascination with seeing her nephew rape his sister's mouth was strong, and she found herself watching with a kind of perverse pleasure. Carla did, after all, deserve exactly what she was getting, just as Trudie Smith had deserved what she had suffered at the hands of the wrestlers. Carla reminded Jane of Trudie, Carla with her tight jeans, her halter blouse, her bare feet. Carla, like Trudie, inten-tionally wore scanty clothing to excite the boys, the animals, and now Carla was paying for it, as she deserved to.
Skip snapped his head back, arched himself like a bow and drove his cock to the hilt down Carla's throat. His eyes rolled back to white slits. He trembled, gasping and jerking. Carla choked, choked again and again. Skip moaned, shooting his cum down her gullet, forcing her to swallow it.
"Eat that load!" he whispered. "Yeah, oh fuck!" He worked his cock with quick, sharp thrusts, massaging it in his sister's soft throat as it quivered and pulsed, the cum spurting from it.
Disgusted by the animal-like grunts of male pleasure, Jane stepped into the room, her belt raised high, and cracked the wide leather strap across her nephew's naked back. He bellowed as the scourging fire shot through his tender skin and as he simultaneously ejaculated down his sister's throat. Then he fell away from his sister, screaming as Jane strapped him again and again, letting the belt fall where it would. He lay on the floor, writhing in both pleasure and pain as the last of his cum oozed from his puls-ing cock and his enraged aunt thrashed him with the leather belt.
"Stop!" he gasped. "Please stop! Please stop!"
Jane gave him one last crack for good measure, then ordered him to get up on the bed and lie on his back. He pulled himself up, his body crisscrossed with ugly welts, and he flop-ped on the bed, moaning deliriously with pain.
"Arms above your head!" Jane ordered, then glared at Carla. "Find me some rope, slut!"
"Yes," Carla mumbled. "Rope. Yes." She scrambled on her hands and knees until she was out of the room, then stood up and hurried down the hail. She was back in less than a minute.
"Very good," Jane said. "Now help me tie him up."
They bound Skip around the wrists and ankles, then stretched him out and secured him to the head and foot of the bed. He moaned, only half-conscious, letting them tie him without putting up any resistance.
"Thank you, my dear," Jane said. "Now take off that worthless blouse of yours and lie down on the other bed."
"But-""Carla!" Jane raised the belt. "You've disobeyed me once. Say another word and you'll get exactly what your brother got."
Carla's hands shook as she untied the knot that fastened up the bottom of her blouse. She unbuttoned two buttons and the blouse fell completely open. She let it slip off her shoulders and climbed onto the other twin bed, not a stitch of clothing on her teenaged body. Her tits were as large and heavy as Jane's own, and they hung like twin udders. Jane resisted the urge to smack the girl's round, upturned ass with the flat of her hand. Carla lay face-down on the bed.
"Turn over, my dear," Jane said. "Just like your brother."
Jane bound Carla slightly differently from how she'd bound Skip. She stretched Carla's arms straight up over her head, as she'd done with Skip, but instead of keeping Carla's legs straight and together, as Skip's were, she spread the girl's legs, securing the girl's left and right ankles to opposite footposts of the bed. She enjoyed the sight of the reddish-pink flesh between Carla's dark-furred cuntlips, which was visible when Carla's legs were spread.
"There," Jane said. "Now you two can lie there and think about sin and hellfire awhile. And I hope you won't give me cause to use this thing too much." She cracked the belt across Skip's right foot and he jerked upward, gasp-ing. He would have jumped straight off the bed if he hadn't been tied down.
Downstairs, Rory was sneaking out the front door; a pair of athletic shoes in one hand, a T-shirt in the other. He wasn't about to become any housemaid for his dizzy aunt. No sir!
After she'd left him in the basement, he'd done a few more bench presses, a few curls, a few squats, but his heart wasn't in working out anymore. Aunt Jane had disturbed his concen-tration. He didn't like the way she'd barged in on him and started giving him orders. She was a sexy bitch, a damn sexy bitch, which was really strange, her being an ex-nun, but sexy or not, he wasn't going to eat out of her hand and do slave labor for her. What was she doing here, anyway? Protecting Carla from his own and Skip's hot cocks, that's what. The old man and old lady didn't trust him and Skip to be alone with Carla for two weeks, so Aunt Jane had been called in to chaperone. Well, good! She could chaperone the cockteasing little slut all she wanted, but she was sure as hell not going to slave-drive him. That was for sure!
He heard a distant commotion. Somewhere in the house Aunt Jane was bitching. He'd be damned if he was going to stay around and put up with it! He'd go out and hunt up some hot middle-aged pussy. He had a string of married women he visited regularly, making them squeal and squirm as he pleasured them with his ever -hard teenage cock, studding them better in one afternoon than their aging hubbies could stud them in a year of trying. They loved his teenage prick, and he loved their experienced older pussies. He was crazy about older women. Too bad Aunt Jane was such a bitch. She was one sexy piece of female meat.
He climbed into his car and squealed away, his dick throbbing.