Chapter 2
"Liz," June Reynolds said. "Barbara usually does the dishes, but she has a date tonight. You'll do them for her, won't you?"
"Of course," Liz said, returning her mother's level look.
"That's okay, I can do them," Barbara said.
"Aren't you going out with Carl tonight?" her mother asked.
"Oh, sure," the young redhead answered. "But he won't be here for at least an hour." She ignored her mother's stare and looked at her sister. "I'll help you, okay?"
"Fine," Liz said.
June rose from the dinner table. "Very well, if you must," she said. "I'm seeing Mr. Aldrich tonight. Be home on time."
"Okay Mom," Barbara said smiling.
With that their mother left the dining room and went upstairs to dress. The two girls cleared the table in silence. In the kitchen Barbara closed the door and helped her sister rinse the plates and put them in the dishwasher.
"We finally got rid of her," she giggled. "I've never seen her like that."
"It's for my benefit, and I don't think we've seen the last of it either."
"She's still mad at you about Daddy," Barbara said.
"I figured she would be, but I didn't think it would be this bad," Liz said frowning. "Christ! She didn't say anything all night."
"I know," Barbara said.
"And you aren't much better," Liz continued.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean going out my first night back from school."
"Oh, that," Barbara sighed, relieved. "She never lets me go out usually. She arranged this with Larry Aldrich because she doesn't want me home with you."
"Unhealthy influence," Liz said, comprehending.
"That's right," Barbara giggled. "I think she's afraid you'll seduce me the way you did Daddy."
"Maybe I will," Liz said, going along with the joke. She reached over and kissed her younger sister on the side of the mouth. The girl looked at her in silence for a moment, then smiled.
"If she only knew, it wouldn't matter," she whispered confidingly.
"What do you mean?" Liz said.
"I mean Arthur. We've been going together six months. You don't think we've been holding hands all that time, do you?"
Liz hugged her sister. "It's wonderful, isn't it?"
"Oh, wow," Barbara sighed. "It's better than anything."
They went back to the dishes. Liz watched her from the corner of her eye. "Where is Arthur?" she asked.
"He's away for the summer," the younger sister said quietly. "Now Mom is trying to fix me up with Carl. A whole family package."
"What do you mean?"
"Carl's last name is Aldrich. He's Larry Aldrich's son. Mom's been dating Larry for months."
"Sounds like a soap opera," Liz chuckled.
"You haven't heard it all," Barbara went on. "Larry has a daughter named Holly. She's fifteen and she's going steady with our little brother."
"You're kidding!" Liz said. "Little Bobby's got a girlfriend?"
"He sure does. And she's a real looker too."
The two girls laughed together.
"You know," Liz said. "It sounds like this whole situation has real possibilities."
"What do you mean?"
"Oh, I don't know," Liz said absently. "I mean Mother and Larry and you and Carl and Bobby and Holly."
"It is kind of strange," Barbara agreed.
"I think it's great," Liz said. "I'll bet they live next door, too."
"No, down the street," Barbara said.
"Oh, wow," Liz said. "Anyway, what's this Carl like?"
"He's good-looking," her sister confided. "Just graduated from high school so he's a year older than me. He says he's going to Harvard next year."
"That's good," Liz said. "If you don't mind I'll have him all to myself next year up in Boston."
"The only thing wrong is that he's a little forward," Barbara continued. "He's been trying to ball me ever since we met."
"So he has good taste," Liz said smiling. "What's wrong with that?"
Barbara beamed at the obvious compliment from her beautiful sister. "Artie didn't like it," she said.
"But Artie is gone, isn't he?" Liz said, giving her a look.
"That's true." The idea played across the features of Barbara's pretty face. Liz could see at a glance the situation her sister was in. She'd been in it herself, not so long ago-young and sexy and ready and everyone telling you not to. As long as Liz was around, the girl wouldn't have to go it alone. She deserved the benefit of her experience. Hadn't she stood by Liz during the separation of their parents? Hadn't she refused, unlike the rest of the family, to ostracize her for what she'd done with her father? Hadn't she been the only one to write her at school all year? Liz was not about to let her parents fuck up her life, too. And who knows, thought Liz, maybe Barbara and I can straighten the whole thing out together.
The dishwasher started, Liz rinsed her hands and dried them on a paper towel. "Lord I need a bath," she said. "I feel filthy."
"Mind if I jump in first?" Barbara asked. "I have to get ready for Carl."
"No, no, help yourself. I'll go bother Bobby for awhile."
"Thanks," Barbara said.
Liz went looking for Bobby. Her hands were still damp and she dried them on her jeans as she entered the T.V. room. Bobby looked up from the book he was reading as she came in. He saw her rubbing her hands back and forth on her shapely thighs. His prick stiffened instantly. He tried to conceal his arousal by shifting awkwardly in his chair, but it was impossible. There was a big bulge in his pants.
"Hiya handsome," Liz said. "What are you doing?"
"Oh, nothing," he said. "Just sitting here reading my homework." "What subject?"
"Sex education," he admitted, looking away. He tried to move the book in his lap to cover his erection.
Liz noticed and smiled. She sat next to him on the edge of the chair and gently took the book away. He looked at her in surprise.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
Liz reached out and placed one hand on the bulge between his legs. His pants were warm with the heat of his swollen organ. She squeezed it.
"I want you to know one thing," she whispered. "I want you to know I think you're one of the cutest boys I've ever seen, and if you want to ball me I'd love you to."
Her brother's face was red with heat and embarrassment. He opened his lips several times but no words came out.
"Well. . ." he uttered finally.
"Sh!" Liz said quietly. "I know you're surprised by all this. I am too. After all, I am nineteen and you're only fifteen, but I think that's cool." She was still cupping his aching meat in her hand. "Don't decide now," she continued. "I know this is all too sudden." She looked deep into his frightened eyes. "I'll come to your room later, okay?"
With a supreme effort Bobby agreed. She leaned over and gave him a quick kiss on the mouth, then she stood and walked out of the room.
Bobby could not relax all night. Right after Liz went upstairs, he switched on the television. He pretended to be absorbed in it when his mother and Barbara came in to say they were leaving. He left it on for two hours, but in all that time he really saw very little of it. He kept thinking about Liz's body; about her beautiful black hair and her face. Especially her face. He thought about her hands, too, how long and slender her fingers were and how long her red fingernails were too. They were hard and sharp and formed an exciting contrast with the soft skin of her hands. He remembered that hand on his crotch; how warm and exciting yet peaceful it had felt.
He looked around suddenly. Liz had not come down for hours. He knew no one else was home. It seemed safe. He pulled his impatient prick out of his jeans and frigged himself until the hot white stuff frothed off his bright red shaft and all over his gripping hand. It felt sticky between his fingers. He hiked up his fly with his other hand and went up the stairs to the bathroom.
After he had washed his hands he went to his room. When he opened the door he saw Liz sitting on his bed. She was looking through one of the girlie magazines he kept hidden in the closet. She was naked, and he thought she looked better than any of the girls in the pictures.
"What are you doing in here?" he asked, startled.
Liz looked at him calmly and turned the page. She held the magazine out to him. He looked at it. There was a two-page spread of a saucy blonde with a yellow bush between her legs.
"I bet that's your favorite, right?" she asked.
"I . . . uh. You shouldn't be in here," he said, raising his voice. She was driving him crazy.
"It won't do you any good to yell, you know," she said sweetly. "There isn't anyone home but you and me, and besides I was just leaving anyway."
She got up and walked past him to the door. As she did she let the tip of her breast brush his shoulder. She saw him look away involuntarily. He wanted to reach out and grab her but something restrained him. He knew he shouldn't. He knew it was wrong. At the door she turned and spoke to him again.
"Oh, by the way, don't forget I'll be back later."
He did not answer her. He had no idea what to say. When she was gone he closed the door and, his shyness in firm control, decided the best thing was to pretend nothing had happened and go to bed.
When Liz looked in on him an hour later the room was dark. So, she thought, he's going to play games . . . all right, I can play games too.
She closed the door to his room silently and breathlessly slipped off her robe. She was nude underneath. She carefully pulled back the sheet that covered her brother's body. The sight made her catch her breath. She had always thought he was a cute kid, but she had never looked at him as a man before, and he looked good. His shoulders were muscular. His tits looked tender and tasty. His chest and stomach glistened with perspiration in the hot room.
She pulled the sheet back farther. He wore only pa-jama bottoms. In the darkness she could barely make out the excited bulge in the cloth. So he is only pretending to be asleep, thought Liz. All right, if that is what he wants....
She sat lightly on the edge of the bed. She reached over and opened the fly of his pajamas. She touched the flesh inside; it was warm and moist. She twisted her fingers in the hair. She slid her hand all the way into his clothes and cupped his sack. She squeezed gently. Bobby stirred as if in his sleep. Liz smiled to herself; this was a lewd little game they played, and it excited her.
She crossed her legs, rubbing her warm thighs together. Her cunt was running. She ran her hand all over his balls. Then it was his cock in her hand. She thought she would faint with pleasure as the soft member in her grip sprang to life. It stiffened in a second.
Liz leaned over and took the head of his cock in her mouth. She slid her tongue over the hard crown. She plunged her head all the way down, mouthing him to the balls, then pressed her lips together and drew back. She heard him moan, and she would have answered, but she was too busy, too happy to care.
She held his prick with both hands, running her tongue up and down the shaft, moaning and sighing. She went crazy. She didn't care how he responded, whether he was delighted or disgusted with her forwardness; she had to have it now, and if he would not give it to her, she would have to rape him! His thick young dick tasted good in her mouth.
She bobbed her head up and down and his tool went in and out of her open mouth.
His crotch was soaked with her saliva. Drool dripped down the dick. She ran her hands all over his wet groin as she sucked and sucked. She kept forcing her head down hard, trying to take as much of him into her mouth as she could. She could not get enough!
She threw the sheet completely off the bed and lay between his legs, sucking and sighing. She pulled his pajamas down and off. Now he was as naked as she.
Suddenly she realized that two hands were on her head, holding her down. She looked up into her brother's face without letting his prick slip from her mouth. His eyes were closed, his tongue was licking his open lips.
She smiled to herself when she saw this evidence of his pleasure, and as she did, her teeth touched his hard tool. He moaned sharply. Liz felt a thrilling flush through her body and she sensed his pain. For a few moments she twisted her warm tongue around his stiff prick and licked it up and down. Then, without warning, she deliberately grazed the soft skin with her sharp teeth. His whole body jerked on the bed, but he didn't pull himself away; he still allowed her to hold his staff deep in her mouth. With her soft tongue she soothed the hurt organ.
She began to pump his prick again. She was happy to have hurt him, and happier that he had seemed to enjoy it. The shock had brought him down from the point of orgasm which he had been nearing. Now he was ready for a real fuck.
She looked up into his face again. His eyes were open and staring back at her. He realized that this was no wet dream, that his beautiful older sister was really sucking him off! His mouth watered at the thought. She watched his lips and tongue. She wanted his mouth, so after one long, last agonizing suck that sent shivers of heat down her spine, she climbed up next to him on the bed and kissed him. Their mouths met.
Under his soft lips she could feel his hard teeth. She clutched his hard cock in her hand and jammed it up between her thighs, clamping her legs together. She ran her nails up and across his chest to his throat and threw her arms around his neck.
"Open your lips, darling," she whispered.
She flattened herself against him, squirming and moaning. She sucked his tongue into her mouth and held it. He gave out a long moan and kissed her back. They frenched and humped. His hands ran up and down her velvet back. He clutched at her soft round ass; that ass he had seen for years wiggling sexily around the house; that ass she used to stick out at him, to tease him. How he had wanted it! Now, after all this time he would have it! It was all his!
His cock stayed hard as he jabbed it back and forth between her thighs. It excited her more and more as it rubbed on the outside of her slit. She raked his shoulders with her sharp nails. She pulled his hair as she kissed him. She licked his lips. She hung off his tongue and grinded against him. She drove him wild.
She was afraid he would come between her legs if she continued so she twisted him around beneath her. Then, holding his head to the pillow by the hair, she licked his face, his mouth, his eyes, nose, cheeks, she licked it all. She found his mouth once again and their tongues twisted together. She balanced herself with one hand on his chest and straddled him as she grabbed for his precious prick. She plowed it up and down her soaked snatch, then plunged it deep inside her vagina. She pinned the boy down by his shoulders and began to pump. He was way up there. All the way up. She pumped harder. She was crazy for it. Rocking wildly, she looked down into his eyes.
"Come on, baby brother, fuck me," she panted, "fuck me good."
As she worked over him, Bobby reached up and grasped the full round tits of his sister. They were huge to him. They aroused him. He mauled them. She loved it.
"Oh, yes, beautiful. TAKE THEM. Tear them right off!" she screamed. "I want you to make me come. Please make me come. Oh, please," she pleaded. She needed it. Her excitement was so great she could no longer wait for relief. She would not have to; the boy was also too excited to last long.
Bobby held a breast in each hand. He tugged and squeezed while Liz ground her groin down on him. At the pinnacle of his pleasure, he grew even larger inside her until his mushrooming member touched her off, and she cried out with dam breaking lust and flooded his crotch with her come-juice. The older girl, frozen in the power of her orgasm, gripped her brother's hips between her legs, shivering, and held herself down with all her strength as he heaved below her. Then his spasms began. She locked herself down and sucked up all his warm young jism as he came into the mouth of her cunt.
When it was over she kissed him deeply, lovingly, and sat back. She slowly moved her hips over him to keep him hard. Her fingers strayed here and there across his hairless chest.
They were drenched. The heat of the night and the heat of their fucking made the sweat run down their bodies and soak the sheet. Bobby looked up at his sister. Perspiration from her shapely shoulders dripped down between her heaving breasts.
"You are so beautiful," he said breathlessly, "so beautiful."
"And you," she answered matter-of-factly, "are a very attractive young boy."
"I'm not a boy any more though, am 1?" he asked, grinning.
She smiled sexily. "You are to me. A very pretty boy, and I like to fuck with very pretty boys."
"You can fuck with me anytime."
"I intend to," she said, and leaned forward to kiss him again. Their kiss was long and lingering. He held her down by her shoulders and let his mouth be explored by her long tongue. It excited him to be kissed this way, and she could feel his strong young cock turn rock-hard within her. Finally she leaned back.
"But I'm not just any pretty boy, am I?" he asked.
"No, you're not."
"Why? Who am I?" he questioned, pushing her to the edge of the truth, to the point after which she could never deny what he was. She looked deep into his eyes as she uttered the words.
"You're my brother."
This time it was he who kissed her, and kissed her with an emotion she could not resist. They began to heave and pump, slowly at first, preparing for another fuck. Liz, delighted, broke away from his mouth.
"It appears I've made quite a little man of you, haven't I?" she said. "And you haven't even got hair on your chest yet."
He nodded absently. He was no longer listening to her. He was growing hotter and hotter. "There are so many things I want to do with you," he said.
"I know. Why don't we do them?" She threw her head back and rocked rhythmically, each hand pinching a nipple on his chest.
They climbed higher and higher towards a second orgasm, but it was going to be a slow climb this time, and that made it all the more delicious. Liz knew they could get hot again and ride this way without worrying about coming for a while, so she sat back and enjoyed it. A vague intoxication enveloped them. Their eyes closed as if in a trance. Moments seemed like hours. Humping this way, exciting each other slowly, they both felt as if they could go on forever.
Suddenly Liz blinked her eyes open in response to Bobby's shudder of surprise. The bedroom door was open, and by the light in the hall, Liz could see her sister Barbara standing in the doorway, staring at them, her face a mask of incredulousness. The fucking couple stopped their motions.
For a few moments no one spoke or moved. Liz was surprised to find herself strangely aroused by their being discovered. She sank deeper than ever on her brother's shaft. He responded by thrusting even higher into her lush vagina. They both looked at the intruding girl and waited for her to speak. Barbara came over to the side of the bed. She stared down at the writhing couple.
"I heard noises . . . I . .. what are you doing?" She saw her sister's eyes swimming with pleasure.
"What does it look like I'm doing," Liz answered calmly. "I'm balling with Bobby."
The older girl looked down at the boy. She ran her tongue lasciviously across her lips. She leaned down and kissed him on the mouth, twisted her body this way and that, dragged her hanging breasts back and forth across his naked chest. The touch of her tits thrilled him and he heaved strongly. With a sharp moan Liz sat up straight to absorb his thrust.
She reached out and grasped her sister's arm. She yanked firmly, but straddled as she was over Bobby's hips, she could not succeed in pulling her sister onto the bed. She settled for seizing both of the girl's firm young breasts.
Barbara was too surprised to react. Bobby looked on in amusement as the sister he was fucking began to caress the tits of his other sister. As if to reward Liz for her boldness Bobby fucked her hole harder than ever. He sank his tool again and again into the cunt of the wild young woman.
Liz had never enjoyed herself so much. Between her legs she had a strong prick and in each hand she held a firm breast through Barbara's party dress.
She ignored Bobby for the moment and turned all her attention to the flabbergasted young girl. Before Barbara could defend herself Liz pushed her loose-fitting Mexican peasant dress up over her bust and exposed her from the neck down. Liz's and Bobby's eyes were riveted to the sight. Neither of them had ever seen their sister entirely naked before. Her legs were smooth and clean as two pillars of white stone, and where they met there was a thick forest of red hair, exactly the same color as the hair on top of her head. Her hips were wider and rounder than Liz's, with a shape that suggested strength and sensuousness, and her breasts were full and smooth and topped with large brown nipples.
Liz twisted about on her brother's body and leaned over the side of the bed. She embraced Barbara and drew one large tit into her mouth. Her tongue slid around the fleshy point in ever widening circles as she sucked the gland deeper and deeper.
Barbara began to come to her wits. As her mind fo- cused on the scene, she finally realized what was happening to her and she began to struggle to escape. She did not try hard enough, however, and Liz, her arms around her sister's chest, her hands clenched behind the girl's back, was able to hold her easily. She went on sucking. Finally she released one nipple and glided her tongue across to the other tit. She almost swallowed it. Barbara screamed, crying out as pain shot through her body. It was a pain so violent that it brought her completely back to reality.
She put her hands on Liz's head to try to push it away from her tortured breast, to get that sucking mouth off her body.
It was then that Liz released her. At first Barbara thought this was a reprieve and began to utter breathless thanks, but then she realized it was only a change of tactics. Liz ran one hand down across Barbara's stomach and plunged all five fingers into the growth of her pubic hair.
Barbara stopped her struggle. A wave of sheer pleasure broke over her, and she soon felt herself being tossed about by an irresistable power. Liz discovered her sister's pussy damp with sweat and liquid proof of arousal. As she attacked her clitoris, touched and rubbed the bundle of joy-flesh, the girl's cunt went from damp to wet. Soon there was love-juice running sticky between the older girl's fingers.
For Liz this excitement was too great. She felt herself being drawn towards climax. She surrendered herself to it. She jammed the boy's prick faster than ever in and out of her steaming quim. Bobby groaned. Liz ran one hand over his straining chest and tweaked his nipples. Barbara, caught up now, reached out for that hand and grabbed it. She brought it to her cunt. Now she frigged herself with both of Liz's hands. She hunched her hips forward, trying to draw her sister's fingers as far as possible into her heaving snatch.
She kept jerking her belly backward and forward, as if in some mad primitive dance. Her clit turned hard as flint within her. It was as if matches were being struck between her legs again and again. At each ignition a fresh flame flew through her body, from her hot crotch to the roots of her hair. As she twisted her head around, her bright red hair seemed to flicker with heat. She felt as if she were being burned alive; that she was a torch of sex that only the waters of orgasm could extinguish.
Now something occurred which she had not expected. Liz wrenched her hands free of Barbara's grasp and turned all her attention to her young brother. It was as if Barbara had ceased to exist. She looked on, the heat of dissatisfaction searing the inside of her thighs as her brother and sister went back to fucking each other.
Liz stopped kissing so she could concentrate on the feeling of his cock in her cunt. It was glorious. Their second orgasm, unlike the first, did not strike them like a lightning bolt but came slowly, as if from a great distance, rumbling towards them like a wave of thunder, until it was upon them, and their bodies shook to the giant crashing around their ears. Afterwards they lay crouched together for a long while, their bodies drenched as after a summer downpour.
Then Liz sat up and looked at her sister. Her eyes were glassy. "Kiss me," she said thickly, "let me kiss you."
"No. Never. Not ever." Barbara's voice shook with emotion but her resolve was firm. When Liz attempted to seize her again Barbara turned and fled from the room. She ran to her bedroom and slammed the door behind her. Once in her own bed she began to calm down, but one part of her was still excited. With her hand she touched her sex spot. The pleasure returned. For a moment she thought she might go back to Bobby's room. But with an angry toss of her head she made up her mind. To hell with them. She would satisfy herself. In a few minutes it was over.
But it was a long time before Barbara could get to sleep. For what seemed like hours she listened to her brother and sister down the hall. It was laughter, and often a cry of pleasure.