Chapter 7
"Come on," Gary baited his sister, "take a guess." His smug attitude bothered his sister, but still Anne wanted to know what the big secret was.
"Does it have anything to do with Dad?" The boy had said his news concerned one of the members of the family, and Anne knew that ever since she had made that remark about his immaturity, Gary had been jealous of their father. The boy nodded. Then Anne became really interested. She coaxed and cajoled him, teased him, and begged him until finally he relented.
"Okay, okay," he said, "I'll tell you. It's Dad and Paulette. They've been making it together for weeks now."
The girl stood there stunned. So that was it. Her father had seemed happier in the past few weeks, and the girl could-only attribute his recent demeanor to the increase in his sexual activity. She herself had tried to turn him on, to swing her tits in his direction whenever they were in a room together, to make suggestive glances and moves in his direction. But none of that had seemed to work. If it weren't for Paulette, though, she were sure that her father would have taken her up on her offers. The girl was dying to feel his cock inside her, to taste his come, to know what a real man, and not just a boy, could do to her body.
And now it all seemed too late. Sure, she might be able to entice her father eventually, but she couldn't wait. Her needs were now, not sometime who-knows-when?
Of all people, why Paulette? They looked so much alike; if that were her fathers type, then why hadn't he chosen her? And then the plan hit her. Yes, she sure did look like Paulette, now didn't she? And in the dark, there would be no telling who was who.
But first she needed Gary's help. She waited until the next evening for everything to be perfect. Her mother was gone, out for the night, she said. The maid had gone to bed early, and Gary was in his bedroom, lying on the bed and reading a book. It was a warm summer's eve, and he was naked. The girl slipped silently into his room and noticed that his hand had casually slid down his body and was playing with his meat. The cock lay there, semierect, all soft and spongy in his warm hand.
Anne moved in and surprised her brother. He looked up, at first expecting one of their previous fuck-sessions, then not so sure. She seemed to have a strange expression on her face, and he just couldn't make it out.
The girl leaned over his meaty prick, then reached up and pulled open her blouse. She wore no bra, and her tits hung free, just inches above the lad's organ. She rubbed the flesh of her nipples and breasts over the boy's cock, and immediately he began to stiffen and harden. Then, with just a slight twist of her head, she poised her mouth above the growing erection.
In a moment, his hardness was in her mouth. She licked and sucked on the organ, drawing up to its full length and thickness. Her head bobbed up and down on the prick as she inhaled against the meaty sides of the rod. She was like an Electrolux, pulling and tugging at him, and using her tongue to stimulate the ridge along his undershaft and tickle the rim of his glans.
"Oooh, oohhh, Sis," he said, "that feels so good. Don't stop, let me come nooww!" He thrashed his head about on the pillow and thrust his hips up in the air to meet her hungry mouth.
But Anne did stop. She pulled her head away, leaving the glistening meat suspended straight above his stomach. The prick made a loud slapping sound as it fell flat against him. The boy shook his head and forced his eyes open. He had been on a different level, and it took him a few seconds to descend to conscious reality. He looked up at his sister, standing above him. His face seemed to be asking the question: why?
"Go stick it in Paulette, Brother dear," his sister said impudently. "Go on, she's probably waiting for you."
"You bet I will," he said, hopping from the bed and running off down the hall in the direction of the maid's room.
There, thought Anne, that will keep them busy. And she headed for her own room, where she changed into a sheer nightie, before trotting off towards her father's bedroom.
Charles Martin had been pacing the room while all this had been going on. He was upset at the way things had been turning out. Ever since that night when he ... yes, the word was raped his wife, she had been hateful towards him. She began to say things to him that she never would have before. Her trips to the Club had been extended and extended until he never got to see her. She spent nights out at a time, not coming home until early dawn, and never having a clear story of where she had been. And his bouts with Paulette had been satisfying but infrequent. Nothing in his life seemed to be going right. And his family was disintegrating before his very eves. If only there was something he could do to bring it closer together.
He stripped off his suit and tie, dropping them in a heap on the floor. Naked, he walked around the room as though searching for something. He wondered, should he visit Paulette's room tonight? The girl had been making passes at him all day, wiggling her ass whenever he walked by, brushing up against him as she moved about her duties. His cock had responded, but his mind was just not in the right spot. Finally he put on his pajamas, turned out the lights, and climbed into bed. He lay there in the dark, staring at the patterns the dim outside lights made upon the ceiling. Perhaps, he thought, Paulette would take the initiative tonight and slip into his room. He thought about her lush body and his cock stiffened, but the pressures of the day and his worries had made him tired. He dozed.
He didn't know how many minutes or hours had passed when he became vaguely aware that someone had opened the door to the room and had slipped inside. At first he thought it was Donna, home from one of her nightly jaunts. But then he could see the outline of the figure. It was younger and slimmer than his wife's and whoever it was wore nothing but a frilly nightie.
The girl approached him and slipped her hand under the bed covers and began to play with his cock right through his pajamas. "Paulette," he called out. It was just too dark now to see anything. "Mmmmm, yes," the girl whispered hoarsely. And then as if to shut off all further conversation, she covered his mouth with her lips. Her tongue shot past his in tiny, darting, swift motions. Her hands continued to explore his body on the outside of his pajamas, occasionally dipping inside to press her skin against his. The man responded by letting his own hands roam free. They moved uninhibitedly over her firm, young body. He ran his fingers over the small of her back, down to cup both half-moons of her buttocks in his hands, dipping a finger under the crevice to touch the hot, wet region between her legs. He pushed aside the cloth of her nightie and reached under the panties. His needs were sharp now, and he had no time to remove the material. He inserted a finger through the pubic hairs and into the damp opening. His finger found her clitoris and rubbed it back and forth; she sighed and thrust her hips at him spasmodically. His other hand busied itself on her breasts, fingering the nipples into stiffness.
Her own hands were busy on him. She reached through the opening of the pajamas and cradled his testicles with one hand and gently squeezed them. Her other hand worked up and down the shaft, making it harder than ever. She clutched and grabbed at him as though it had been too long since she had had a man. Her breathing was ragged. He could feel her heart beating wildly when she pressed her breasts close to him.
She opened her nightie top, trying to get it out of the way, at the same time straining to take off his pajama tops. "Here, let me," he said and with one swift motion, each took off the inhibiting clothing that had kept their naked bodies from one another.
When they were completely naked, she pressed in close to him, her eager hands rushing to hold his turgid penis once again. She rubbed and cradled his organ, like a child with a new toy, holding it and squeezing it.
His own hands were busy on her, touching her nipples and massaging her breasts; he kissed her hungrily, burying his tongue deep in her mouth. His mouth dipped to her cheeks, her throat, then along the slope of one breast, kissing and licking until he got to a nipple, already stiff with passion.
He took the hard skin in between his lips, and he sucked on it. His hand moved along her legs, widening them. He cupped the mound at the junction, rubbed her furry precipice in time to her squeals of delight. Then he inserted a finger into the wet, hungry opening.
She spread her legs even wider and began to jerk his penis with a frantic rhythm. Charles thought that a demon had overtaken Paulette. She had been wild before, but never had she seemed so insistent upon her satisfaction, never had she been so demanding in her needs.
"You really need me tonight, don't you baby," he said, grinding his cock unmercifully against her naked, furry groin. Her hand never let go of the organ, however, and she continued to pump it.
"Oh, yesss, Da ... Mr. Martin," Anne answered, trying to disguise her voice with the throaty huskiness of passion.
"Tell me more," Charles said now, not letting up on her. "Tell me how much you like my cock." If he suspected anything at that point, he didn't let on by any change in his intonation.
"Oh, yes. I love your cock, your wonderful, sweet, hard, long cock. I'm crazy about it, Mr. Martin. I want your cock deep in me. In my pussy. Fucking me."
Charles felt more excited than he had in a long while. He liked the sound of her words, especially when he had a finger up her cunt and she was busily massaging his cock to even fuller hardness.
Well, he thought, she had asked for a fucking and she was going to get it ... but good. He moved over, twisting to hover above her naked body. He could see her, writhing and sweating under him. Her eyes were burning with expectation. Her fine blond" hair was splayed across the pillow, and her firm breasts heaved as she gasped for air. He lowered his body onto hers. She held onto his penis, guiding it into her. When the tip was in, Charles thrust forward with a mighty heave. His cock went in smoothly. She took his full length with no trouble.
She grunted, squealed, and then clamped her legs about his waist, locking her ankles behind his back with such intensity that he winced. Then she began rocking back and forth, grinding her crotch into his groin, doing little bumps of delight, twisting her buttocks as she lifted them from the bed.
Charles held onto the young girl's shoulders as he plunged into her with a rhythm that was slow at first, but which gradually increased in speed. Her little cunt seemed to grasp at the shaft of his cock, longing for it, never wanting to let it go. She was tight down there, and the muscles contracted on him, gripping him with such convulsive spasms that he almost came right then and there. But he bit his lips and held on for the ride, that lovely, wonderful ride that he was enjoying so much.
Her nipples raked his chest like hot nails. Her mouth was mashing against his, the tongue exploring deeply, shooting in and out between his teeth, the way his penis was doing between her legs.
Her pretty face grew red with passion. Her eyes glazed. Her hips went so wild that he had to grasp them with both hands and dig his fingers into the gyrating flesh to keep from bucking off the bed. The bedsprings began to protest loudly as the two bodies went into a flurry of motion. Her nails raked his back. Her sharp teeth nipped at his lips, his earlobes, his cheeks.
Then Anne unlocked her legs from around her father's body, and, placing one foot on the bed, pushed wildly, sending them rolling over so that she was on top. Then she took over. They thrashed about wildly, she on top, he happily on the bottom. His hands roamed over her entire body, touching the breasts, palming the distended nipples, moving over her undulating belly, and around back to cup her wildly gyrating buttocks.
She moved faster and faster up and down on him. Her torso churned, Her breasts bobbed. Her skin was covered with a sheen of sweat. Her movements became frantic as his penis shot in and out of her young body.
The girl's nipples were hard against his palms as he massaged her breasts. Her body trembled with passion. It wouldn't be long for either one of them now. His swollen penis jabbed at her cunt, thrusting with increasing passion and excitement. And then it came. A sharp, muted cry from her lips. She went wild. Her hips gyrated against him. Her loins ground against his genitals. Charles rammed his penis into her in a last series of short, wild thrusts that put both of them over the top. His penis expanded in her and from the tip of it spurted hot spasms of semen against the pulsating walls of her vagina.
They lay there exhausted, but as the man reached for her to hold her close, the girl jumped from the bed and ran out of the room. It was only later, while the man lay in bed thinking about what had happened that the thought came to him that it was not Paulette hat he had fucked. That it was ... someone else ... that is was his own daughter, Anne....