Chapter 9
It was dangerous fucking in the car; if they were caught Carl knew how embarrassed he would be. But the real danger was that one of his friends might happen by and notice who he had with him in the back seat of his car.
His was one of a thousand vehicles in the parking lot of the state beach, yet he felt as if he were doing it in the center ring of a circus. He imagined all eyes were on him, but in reality the only eyes on him were the eyes of his own conscience. Incest did not lie easy on the mind of young Carl Aldrich.
But what was he to do? When the light had gone on in Barbara's bedroom and it was revealed that he'd shot his potent seed into his little sister's cunt, he felt himself seized by a tidal wave of passion he was helpless to resist. From that moment he'd been unable to take his hands off her. And she made it worse-if only she weren't so willing, he thought. When he stole into her room after the rest of the family was alseep, if only she had told him to leave! And this morning when he suggested the beach, if only she hadn't insisted they go alone. Maybe if she had done these things, instead of jumping at the chance to fuck, he could have controlled the urge to have her cute little ass. But he knew he was fooling himself. She had been a party to the plot all along, and now that it was done, she made no bones about wanting it to continue. She sure loves cock, he thought.
He watched her love his cock. Her mouth and hands were down between his legs, groping and tugging. Her lips surrounded the wide, bulbous crown as the tip of her tongue teased the tiny pisshole.
They were in the backseat-she crouching down, her head over his lap, and he sitting up straight, keeping an eye out for intruders. He would have felt better if it was dark out, but it was only five in the afternoon. The sun would stay up till at least eight. She sat up and brought her honey mouth against his. "You're hard again," she whispered throatily. "Why don't you do it to me."
He felt himself stiffen even more at her suggestion. He had already balled her once, out in the dunes-in a nice, secluded spot where no one could see them but the jets flying into the New York airports. He had felt safe there from spying eyes, but when they got back to the car and she said, "I want it again," he went all cold inside. Now the warmth had returned and was beginning to turn to heat.
He pulled her over him and put it into her from beneath. She yelped as his cock bit into her, then her thighs spread with a shuddering sigh as she warmed to it. She rode him, jerking crazily, her little pointed boobs dancing and bouncing against his extended tongue, and when she came with a squirt of juice and a sharp cry, he unloosed his final reservoirs of fuck and flooded her with white heat.
"Oh, far out!" she shivered, lowering herself and kissing him shamelessly and deep. "You've got the most god-wonderful dick in the whole wide world, big brother-you know that?" She kissed him again and again.
"Sure I know it," he said, smiling. "That's why it goes so well with your perfect little pussy."
Holly beamed with happiness. "Let's get back to the house. All this sun and sand and sex has made me hungry. I'm starved!"
They pulled on their clothes and climbed into the front seat.
"Think we should go over and see Barbara and Liz tonight?" he asked, glancing at his hot little sister as she combed her hair. She stopped and put her hand on his groin.
"I'd like to stay home and be alone, if you don't mind."
"Mind? You've got to be kidding!" he said, and hit the gas.
When they got home Carl went upstairs to shower and Holly started supper. Since her mother died two years before, she had become the last line of defense between the Aldrich family and starvation. She didn't mind, though; she enjoyed cooking and she enjoyed the sense of purpose it gave her. Most of her girlfriends felt superfluous; Holly felt needed. Of course it was more than that. She coveted her father's attentions and serving him a good meal was one way to please him. She knew he'd been unhappy these past two years without her mother, and she enjoyed the pleasure she brought him in her own small way.
She always said to herself: I can't be a wife to him, but I can be a damn good cook. Today, though, she began to think differently. What was a wife anyway? A woman who lived with a man, balled him and helped take care of him. She could take care of him-she knew that. And now she knew she could ball him, too-if he let her. She thought about that. Why not? Hadn't Liz done it? It was definitely something to consider.
When Larry Aldrich came home from work, his daughter met him at the door with a big kiss on the cheek.
"Well, I haven't had one of those in a long time," he said, smiling and taking off his hat.
"Did you enjoy it?" Holly asked coquettishly.
She thought she could discern a slight blush come over his dark complexion. He did not answer as he removed his trench coat.
"Of course I did," he said finally. "I always enjoy a kiss from my favorite girl."
Holly faced him with eyes full of mock-hurt. "I thought Mrs. Reynolds was your favorite girl," she said, sniffling.
He raised his eyebrows meaningfully. "I don't think I'll be seeing very much of Mrs. Reynolds anymore. Not after last night."
"Oh?" Holly said with pretended indifference. "Have a fight?"
"Something like that," he said, loosening his de and opening the front door. "What smells so good?"
"Just a little something I threw together when I got home from the beach."
He smiled at his daughter. "You are an angel."
She smiled back and shook her head. "No Daddy, I'm a devil."
After dinner Larry sat in his chair in the living room and read the evening paper while Carl went upstairs to listen to records. Billy and Holly went downstairs to the basement playroom to watch television.
"Anything good on?" Holly asked, ploppjng down on the studio couch and resting her face in her hands.
"Nothing as good as what happened today," Billy said. He was grinning from ear to ear.
"What are you talking about," Holly asked absently, looking through the television guide.
He was dying to tell her. "This afternoon two girls who said they were friends of yours named Barbara and Liz came over looking for you and Carl."
"So?" Holly said, sitting up.
"So they pulled down my pants and gave me a blow-job."
Holly blinked. "They what?"
"You heard me," he said proudly.
She tried to doubt him, but she knew what those two sisters were like. It was certainly not beyond their powers of depravity.
Billy's grin had widened into the most obscene leer a twelve-year-old could possibly muster.
She just stared at him. Then she clapped her hands and pulled him over onto the couch next to her. "Tell me about it," she giggled.
He told her the whole story. When it was finished she got a strange look on her face.
"I didn't know you knew all about that stuff," she said.
He was insulted. "What do you think I am, a kid?" "Not anymore, that's obvious." They both laughed and hugged each other. "I knew you'd understand," he said.
After a few minutes Holly realized he was pressing himself warmly against her jutting tits.
"Hey, cut it out you little rascal," she scolded.
He hung his head. "I'm sorry," he said, "but I didn't fuck them and I'd sure like to fuck somebody."
She studied his face. "Do you want to fuck me?" she asked.
His face brightened. "Oh, yes I do!"
She thought about it for a minute. This is getting ridiculous, she thought, he's only twelve years old. Then: But it would be nice to have him around next year after Carl goes away to college; that is, if I don't start making it with Daddy.
"Okay," she said, "let's do it!"
They took off their clothes and got on the couch. If anybody comes downstairs I'm screwed, thought Holly. "We'd better make this quick," she suggested. "We may not have much time."
"Okay," Billy said. He was hard and ready. His little prick stuck out like a branch of a young tree. Holly sucked it-it wasn't nearly as Jong as Carl's and her tongue fit around it easily. She wet it with her mouth and then let him lick her pussy for a few seconds, just to lubricate it.
"I like that," Billy said as he climbed over her. "It's weird, but it's nice."
"Amen," Holly said, and kissed him to keep him quiet.
She fitted him between her legs and then bounced and scraped against him until he spasmed into her, wildly exciting the young blonde. She reached behind him, grabbing his buttocks, and humped against him, coming four times in as many minutes.
They separated. Holly giggled to herself silently as they put on their clothes. "I just got my little brother's virginity," she said fondly. She looked at him. "Thanks."
"Did you like that?" he asked.
"It was wonderful," she said.
They hugged each other. They stood for a few minutes in each other's arms; both slim, both blonde, Holly a few inches taller than her brother.
"Can we do it again soon?" he asked.
"Oh yes."
Her father was in the position he usually assumed on evenings he did not go out; he sat in his favorite chair in the living room reading a current bestseller, as she hurried by and went up the stairs to Carl's room.
The stereo was on. She walked right in without knocking. He was sitting on his bed barechested in his cut-off jeans.
"Don't you knock anymore?" he reprimanded her half seriously. "No," she said simply, "I figure anything you might be doing in here I should know about."
"Oh? And when did you take over my life?"
She pretended to listen to the music for a minute, then she leaped on the bed and yelled, "Right now!" as loudly as she dared. She grabbed at his beltbuckle and got it undone. He thought he understood the game and tried to keep her from getting his pants off, but it was his belt she was after. She worked it out from around his waist and held it up in front of him. "Here. I've been a naughty girl and I want you to beat me."
Carl seized her by the shoulders and pulled her close. He kissed her quickly on the lips and looked straight in her eyes. "Listen, you've got to behave yourself when Dad's around or we'll both be up the creek without one, understand?" But he couldn't get mad at her. "Besides, what could you have possibly done that's so bad you deserve to be whipped for it?"
In her most innocent voice she said, "For one thing I just fucked Billy."
He released her, shaking his head slowly. "You are incredible. Really incredible."
She bowed slightly. "Thank you, sir."
He looked at her and laughed. "What the hell can I say to that?"
"Nothing," she said definitely, "but you could spank me for it." "Not now. Maybe sometime when we're alone, but not now."
"Well then, will you fuck me?" she asked. "My box is hot for you again."
"Not now," he said irritably. He took her hands. The feeling came back, but he fought it. "Look, we have to wait until Dad goes to sleep. I'll give you a sleeping pill to put in his tea. In the meantime go down to the playroom and watch television with Billy, and for god's sake keep your hands off him. Can you do that?"
"I guess so," she said, disappointed. Her face brightened, "But you promise you'll fuck me later?" "I promise," Carl said.
It was all arranged. Their father went off to bed after the eleven o'clock news and the three children tiptoed down to the playroom shortly afterwards. Holly was the horniest and the first one there. Billy arrived next and together they opened the studio couch into a full-sized bed. Carl checked to make sure his father was alseep before shutting his door and sneaking down after them.
When he got to the playroom he found his little brother and sister necking on the convertible. The lights were low and gave the room a subterranean atmosphere, like those crypts under monasteries where priests and nuns in the Middle Ages met to revel in sin and sacrilege. The linoleum floor was cool on his bare feet as Carl neared the bed. They were nude and each had an arm encircling the other's neck, the other hand dallying through their partner's pubic hair. They were both blonde and looked very pretty playing on the bare mattress.
"Room for one more?" Carl asked quiedy and climbed aboard.
"Always," Holly smiled. Her lips were wet where Billy had been licking her mouth.
Carl positioned himself next to his sister, his head towards her feet. He gently separated her silken thighs and slicked his tongue over her moist, fleshy cunt-lips.
He coaxed open the labia with two fingers. She was as soft and sweet and pink there as a pair of rose petals.
"Oooh, yes, kiss me there," Holly sighed. She let go of Billy's balls and used that hand to press Carl's head firmly into her passion-pit.
Billy moved up and brought his penis to his sister's mouth. "Like to taste it?" he whispered.
Holly smiled languidly. Her entire body began to melt into a flux of sensation. She took his tool into her oral orifice and laved its smooth skin with lips and tongue. It was like a flame licking at his tesdcles. Pleasure rose from him like smoke from a young fire.
"Ummmm," the boy moaned. He was in a dark dream of delight.
Now the three children were connected with Holly as the center link. They performed their oralgenitalisms silently, affectionately. Billy was hot, but kept quiet- somehow he knew it was not his place to make demands. Carl was anxious to dwell in Holly's tight chambers, but he held himself in check in order to savor each moment, each caress.
It was Holly who began things. With one brother's tongue in her slit and the other's prick in her mouth she found herself tempted to enter a really wild scene. The more she thought about what was happening, the more passionate she became. After ten minutes she was hot as a torch. She grasped Billy's prick in her hand and continued to frig it as she rolled over onto her other side and buried her head between Carl's thighs. She took his scrotum-sack into her mouth and sucked gingerly, tickling the fluid balls with a teasing tongue. Then she licked upwards in the direction of his erect maleness.
She slid her mouth over his handsome cock.
His hands played in her yellow hair; one on her head and the other on her pubic mound. Her sparse crotch hair was like rain-soaked summer grass-clean and fragrant and waiting to be enjoyed. He rolled his tongue through it and over her horny clit. She shivered again.
Billy wanted to join the fun. He took Holly's hand off his stiff joint and moved down on the bed. His face was opposite her perky bottom. He could see Carl's face between her legs, could see where his tongue disappeared into her fleshy field. He touched the smooth, round moons of her ass. He ran his tongue over the meadowy hillocks. He spread the tight cheeks to get a better look at what his older brother was doing.
Carl was having a difficult time of it. Her hips were heaving beneath his tongue's titillation and he himself was being distracted from his efforts by the heavenly feeling of her mouth sucking his hard rod.
Billy leaned his body against her to help keep her still, and also to enjoy the contact of her flesh. He looked closer. From the place where her lips joined together to the top of her ass ran a deep valley lined with short, golden hairs. The skin there seemed darker than anywhere else on her body, and Billy was intrigued by a little spot in the center that was darkest of all.
The innocent boy had never seen a woman's ass before and, of course, did not know what to expect. Each time Holly strained to raise herself off the mattress, the opening yawned like a little mouth; when she relaxed it closed right up. It wasn't until later that Billy found out exactly what the hole was; all he knew was that when he kissed it she sure liked it.
Each time he did, a perceptible shudder passed through her. He started kissing it as he had learned to kiss her mouth: with his tongue. She made moaning noises. How was Billy to know that he had initiated his own sister to the delights of analingus? All he knew was that he liked licking around and inside the strong ring of muscles, and that each time he did, she pumped his prick harder than ever.
All the while Carl tortured her clit with his quick tongue.
A veritable song of sighs issued from her throat under this dual stimulation. She fought to get up on her knees, but the boys stayed with her-one in front and the other behind-both of them slipping and sliding their tongues into her melting loins.
She lurched on the bed as if struggling to escape from the almost unbelievable pleasure she felt as the great source of her ecstasy filled to the breaking point. Suddenly it burst and her love rushed out with a roar and flooded her brothers with mouthfuls of come-grease.
They didn't give her a second to recover.
"Now it's my turn," Carl said. He reached up and threw her down on the bed. He lay beside her and thrust his slim phallus deep into her young vagina. She flung one leg over his hips to accomodate his shaft. As she did so she exposed her bottom again to Billy's anxious view.
"Mine too," the younger boy announced. He pressed his crotch against her vulnerable backdoor. After many minutes of desperate groping he found the anus with his fingers and spread it wide. He planted the tip of his penis within the wet rim and thrust.
Holly arched her back and sucked in a fast gulp of breath.
"Ohhhh! NNNNoooo-" she tried to scream, but Carl cut her protest short with a kiss. She moaned wildly against his mouth as Billy stabbed his dagger in and out of her wounded asshole. Carl, in the meantime, was scooping deeper and deeper into the normal channel.
Together they held their sister motionless as they banged her holes again and again with their swollen prick-shafts.
Within minutes she was in the grip of ecstatic convulsions.
Oh god! Oh yes! she thought as she slid out of full consciousness and into that dim realm that is true paradise. She was no longer Holly Aldrich, she was only a quivering body of flesh being pierced again and again by two hellish erections. The sensation was beyond anything she could ever relate. She was so full of cock she thought she would dissolve into cunt-juice. A thousand times she knew she could not go on, that the pleasure was just too much to endure, but she was in no position to stop it. Her brothers bound her to them with their strong arms. Carl's tongue filled her mouth so she could not call out. She had no choice but to submit.
She resigned herself to the mad tripling.
Carl was the first to reach orgasm. He smacked his belly on hers until his prick erupted in volcanic heaves, and molten sperm ran into the cave of her vagina. When she felt him shoot his load, her muscles contracted involuntarily and squeezed down on Billy's member like a vise.
He yelled as the tight ring of her sphincters gripped the base of his prick. He yelled again and fired his round of semen down her rectal tube. Caught between the force of her brothers' discharges, Holly felt her orgasm torn right out of her, as a jerking, spilling spasm of her bowels sent her foaming froth down on their merciless members.
Later Holly swore she'd felt her own juice running from her rectum during her orgasm, but finally admitted it was probably only the hot proof of Billy's anal love.