Chapter 2

That had set the tone for the remainder of the evening. As she lay on the big bed beside her uncle that morning, Cathy began remembering the entire debauched, shameless episode more clearly. She remembered how she had been conscious only of the raging, flaming hunger burning deep in her womb, how she had allowed Sven to guide her from the kitchen into the bedroom, where she now lay. Although her conscience had shrieked out warnings and imprecations, she had found it impossible to obey. The excessive quota of alcohol for the evening, together with the exciting scenes she had already witnessed and her own passionate, impetuous nature, had been enough to melt down her restraint and leave her utterly defenseless. She had paid no mind to anything but her own needs after that, barely moving as Sven quickly and efficiently stripped off her clothing.

Kevin might have saved her, except that he was far too excited by Elaine's abandoned mouth and the intoxicating taste of her pussy; he meekly stood by and watched as Sven laid his niece upon the bed and got over her. The Swedish youth proved to be as well developed in his own way as his sister; he uncovered a huge cock and wasted no time in touching it to the lips of Cathy's pussy. She even helped him, she was so eager to find relief for the terrible aching sensation gnawing at her slit.

The girl now winced, remembering the depraved way she had grabbed at his cock when he had knelt between her widespread thighs. The tool's animal heat had spread from her hands throughout her body, infecting her with lascivious desires of a strength she would not have believed possible had she not been experiencing them herself. She remembered with mounting shame the way she had guided the broad, flaring head of his prick between the lips of her pussy, fitting it into the moist, slippery socket of her cunt and then urging him to drive it home with a quick thrust. She especially remembered the thrill of savage joy, the sense of completion and fullness, which had spread outward from her cunt as the broad-beamed lance had slid into place.

After that the girl had cast aside every semblance of decency. She could remember doing the things she had always wondered about, the things she had never dared mention to anybody; she remembered sucking Sven after he had flooded her cunt with his steaming hot sperm. She remembered taking her uncle Kevin between her thighs, his prick still dripping with Elaine's passionate cunt oils; she had even welcomed the arrival of Ken and had sucked his prick even though it reeked of his come and Birgitta's too. Cathy's head whirled and she wanted to crawl into some dark hole, never to face a human being again, as she remembered all the things she had done that night, once her restraint and modesty had been worn away.

"Ahhh, we're awake already!"

She stiffened abruptly and sat up on one elbow at the sound, coming from the doorway. Her hangover headache was forgotten about now, burned away by the sense of shame at the things she remembered doing. She saw her stepmother standing in the doorway, a mocking smile on her thin but exceptionally well-shaped lips. Elaine was still stark naked but she managed to wear her nudity with pride, almost as though it were a garment fashioned by one of the nation's top designers. Her breasts, amazingly large for one otherwise so petite, jutted out sharply. She made no attempt to cover them, nor did she try to hide the dark brown Vee of soft, curling fur growing at the base of her belly.

"And how do you feel this morning?" she asked, seeing that the girl could not speak. "A trifle queasy, perhaps? A little sore?"

"Wh-what happened?" Cathy managed to gasp. "It all ... seems like a dream!"

"We had ourselves a party," Elaine replied. "And a party of a sort that not very many sixteen-year-old girls have ever attended, I venture to say! You were superb, my dear, really you were. I had no idea that you had such fierce hungers and desires inside you!"

"I behaved so bad!" Cathy whimpered, falling back on the bed and covering her eyes with her hands. "Ooohh, how can I ever look at myself again!"

"Nonsense!" the woman sharply replied. "You were merely enjoying yourself, my dear; there was nothing bad about it. And if I do say so, you showed a lot of maturity and poise for one so young. Why, I know of women ten years older than you who wouldn't have had the nerve to try some of the things you tried last night! But that's all by the way, now. Why don't you come into the kitchen? I'm fixing some breakfast; I'm sure that a good meal will make you feel a lot better. Then we can take stock of where we are."

Elaine left with that. Cathy felt the bed move and looked up. Her uncle Kevin had sat up; he looked haggard and totally bushed. Streaks of red out-lined his eyes and a whiskery stubble, together with the tousled condition of his hair, gave him a raffish look. He avoided her glance for a moment; when his eyes finally met hers, he looked down in shame.

"What happened to me?" the girl whispered. "Uncle Kevin, I can't believe the things I'm remembering! It all seems so much like a bad dream! And you, I'd never have imagined that ... you and Elaine, I mean...."

"Honey, nobody could feel worse about that than I do," he muttered. "I know, Dan's the greatest guy in the world and there've been times I could almost have killed myself for what I was doing to him!"

"How long has this been going on?" she asked.

"Ever since about a month after they were married," he admitted after a pained silence. "She's a devil, Cathy, a real devil in the flesh! I never knew anybody like her before, I swear it. And I never planned anything of the sort. It's just that ... well, one afternoon I found that I was in bed with her when Dan was out at a well we were working on. That was the Indian Chief No. 17, up in Colorado, remember that one? Well, once I'd had her, there wasn't any turning back after that. She had her hooks in me but good. Ever since, all she's had to do is snap her fingers and ... well, there I am. It's like she put some kind of spell on me!"

"But what kind of people are these?" the girl persisted. "I mean, I recall doing .., just awful things with, with Ken, and then Sven, and then both of them at once, and ... ugghh! I can't even talk about some of the things I remember!"

"No, I don't blame you," he agreed with a mournful look. "They're totally depraved all of them. Elaine, Ken, Birgitta, even Sven, he's as bad as any of the rest of them."

"B-b-but I remember doing things with Elaine and Birgitta too!" the girl hissed. "I mean, perverted things, sick things!"

"They're the sort who go for that too," Kevin agreed. "Psychologists call them bisexuals, honey; that means that they ... well, they like girls as much as they like men, I guess that's what it, boils down to. But you weren't doing anything to them; they were doing things to you. And there's a big difference, it seems to me, a mighty big difference."

"That's a cop-out," Cathy said with a tone of bitter finality. "If I remember right, I was digging it, those things they were doing to me!"

"Sure, but that doesn't prove anything," he told her. "I mean ... look, honey, I've got to talk to you just as though you weren't my niece at all. I mean, as though you were ... an ordinary woman, okay?"

"Sure, go ahead. I don't care."

"All right, to put it into plain, everyday English, those sluts were eating your pussy out," he said, flushing as he used the words which best expressed what had happened. "Sure, you were tipsy and so turned on by everything that had already happened that you didn't know up from down. And I admit it, I helped get you that way; I'm a bigger shit than any of them. But that doesn't alter the main point, which is this: your pussy didn't know whether it was a man's tongue or a woman's tongue that was licking it. It just knew that it really loved that feeling, that's all. It doesn't mean that you're queer, or sick, or perverted, or anything of the sort, understand?"

"I understand," she agreed. "Well, I mean I heard what you said and I understood all the words, but I'm still not sure whether I'd buy it or not."

"It's the truth," he insisted. "They've proved it to me before-when you get beyond a certain point, you can't tell anything about who you're doing things with. You just respond to sexual stimulation and it doesn't matter who's supplying it."

Elaine had a gargantuan breakfast in the making and gave her a cheery greeting. It was almost as though nothing at all had happened the night before, Cathy thought; had it not been for her stepmother's nakedness and her own vivid memories, as well as the deplorable condition of her pussy, she could easily have been imagining the whole chain of shameful events. She poured herself a glass of juice from the pitcher on the table, drank it and said that Kevin would be along in a few moments.

"Ken and Birgitta ought to be here soon," Elaine added. "I went to wake them and Sven after I dropped in to see you; they already had a small affair going. That Birgitta, she simply never gets enough of a man. Or of men, for that matter!

"And you, you're probably having a bad case of the guilties this morning," Elaine added. "Yes, my dear, even though you were certainly no virgin I can well imagine that last night opened some new doors for you. I was surprised at your proficiency, I must say; I really wouldn't have thought that your, er, education was quite so far advanced!"

"I feel wretched!" Cathy announced. "I'd never have believed I could do such awful things!"

"Awful? Don't talk nonsense," Elaine retorted. 'You didn't think they were awful when you were doing them, I can assure you of that! And no sensible person would think that either! No, my dear, you were simply allowing your naturally sensual nature to express itself more fully than you had ever done before, that's all. Many women would not be so fortunate as you. They would be too inhibited to allow themselves to enjoy their bodies so fully, poor things!"

Ken, Birgitta and Sven came into the kitchen just as she was cleaning the last piece of egg from her plate. They had a happy, contented glow about them which spoke all too eloquently of how they had been spending the preceding moments. Birgitta's big frame-they were all naked, of course

-positively radiated sensual grandeur. Cathy's eyes strayed over her body furtively; she noticed a telltale wetness along the insides of her thighs and her heart pounded wildly when she realized that she was looking at the residue of a resounding fuck. In spite of her shame and confusion, she wondered whose sperm it was which was draining from her cunt; she distinctly remembered Birgitta squatting above her own brother, bouncing up and down upon his gigantic love pole and panting out throaty phrases of joy in Swedish. Both men's cock had a wet, bedraggled look, as if they had just been subjected to fierce loving.

"Now, down to business," Elaine announced when they were all finished. "Our little girl here is feeling somewhat guilty about her pleasure of last night. I think we owe it to her to bring her around to a clearer understanding of us and of herself too. You'll all agree that she performed magnificently and that she ought not to get down on herself just because of some silly, antiquated ideas."

That proposal elicited a chorus of agreement from the others. Cathy felt like creeping away but, with Birgitta on one side of her and Ken on the other, so close that their hips were almost touching hers, she could not get away from the table. She looked over at her uncle, hoping that he would come to her rescue, but he ducked his head and refused to look at her. Seeing that she was going to be alone, she tightened her resolve and decided to speak out.

"It's beginning to sound as though you're trying to convert me," she said. "I mean, maybe you're thinking that I'm going to accept ... all that stuff we did last night, or come around to thinking it's all right. But I've got news for you: I'll never agree to that, no matter what you do, and that's that!"

"I wouldn't be too sure of that," Elaine murmured, giving her a soft, almost tender look. "And anyway, what could you do to prevent it? Are you thinking, perhaps, of going to your father and telling him about the evening?"

Cathy blushed violently at that. She had not thought of her father's reaction before but now the mere thought of telling him all that she had done struck terror into her young soul. How, for example, do you tell your own father that his young wife has driven her tongue deep into your own cunt? And the difficulty of doing so, she saw at once, was increased infinitely by the fact that she had quivered all over with delicious joy upon feeling Elaine's tongue playing over her pussy, licking out the thick, salty sperm which Kevinher own father's brother-had shot there with such violence!

"No, you couldn't let him know about the things you've done," Elaine said, nodding judiciously. 'You're not really sure of his reaction, are you? Perhaps he would not condemn you, have you thought of that? Yes, my dear, there is a possibility that you really do not know your father very well, at least not in this respect! What if he too enjoyed these mass celebrations of our sexual natures? That would put a different light on the situation, eh?"

Elaine's words sent a cold shiver of fear running over the girl's body. Cathy instinctively rejected the suggestion that her father might be as depraved as the rest of them.

"Possibly she is right," Birgitta said as Elaine got up from the table and left the room. "A child never thinks of her parents as sexual creatures, at least not in open terms, but of course they are just that. I dare say you were surprised to find that your uncle Kevin was so well endowed with the tool we women love so well!"

Cathy reddened at that. It was the longest speech she had ever heard Birgitta utter-she did not even remark on the woman's excellent accent and syntax-and it seared into her brain. She had to admit that she could not conceive of her father in a sexual sense. What if the woman were right? The thought unsettled her and robbed her of some of the certainty she had earlier felt.

"Some more evidence you ought to consider," Elaine said when she came back into the room. "I mean, in case you're thinking of 'exposing' us or pulling off some such childish trick as that."

She had a tape recorder, one of the ultra-small variety which was smaller than a cigar box, and a thick manila envelope. Handing the envelope to the girl, she indicated that Cathy was to open it and look at the contents. Cathy did so and found that it contained about a dozen Polaroid prints, all in brilliant color. Their subject matter was one which brought a violent flush to her cheeks: all of them depicted her engaging in some kind of sexual activity! All were clear and sharp, easily identifying her, and in most her partner could also be identified. Not one of the pictures was one which she would dare show to anyone.

Cathy's cheeks burned violently as she leafed through the pictures. She saw one which caught her uncle Kevin at the exact moment of orgiastic fulfillment; he was crouched over her torso and was directing the first stream of sperm directly into her open mouth! Whoever had wielded the camera had caught the look of expectant, hungry interest on her own face, as well as the look of extreme joy on Kevin's face. Another showed Birgitta nibbling at her pussy; a third had her kneeling over an unidentifiable man, rubbing her pussy into his face and another showed her lowering herself down onto Ken's uplifted cock. The head of his tool was already lodged in her cunt-even as she looked at the picture she felt a warning twinge of angry arousal in her clitoris-and the lips of her pussy were splayed wide, gripping the thick shaft of his cock. The most cursory examination of the pictures, she realized, would inevitably brand her as a creature of the utmost perversity.

"Ugghh!" she cried, shoving them back at her stepmother with a violent motion. "I can't stand looking at such filth!"

"You don't want them?" Elaine murmured. "Very well, I'll keep them. I also have two rolls of color slides which I might have developed later; they will show similar scenes. And then there is this; you might find it quite as intriguing in its own way."

With that she flipped on the battery powered tape recorder. Cathy found herself listening to a recording of herself in the throes of sexual excess, urging someone on to even greater efforts and praising him for his mammoth cock and the skill with which he used it. She had no difficulty in identifying her own voice, even though passion and sexual desire had strained her vocal cords. In its own way the tape was every bit as demeaning and damning as the pictures had been and she felt a hot flush of shame spreading over her body as the tape continued to roll. Elaine cut if off after a few minutes, adding that she had another reel hidden back.

"As I told you," she said with an infuriating calmness, "we could easily give all this to your father. I warn you, his reaction might not be what you appear to expect. What if he liked all this, for example? Suppose he approved of all you have done with us? That would be as unsettling as his disapproval, I'm sure you'll agree! And too, if you try condemning us to some outsider, we have only to make a portion of the tape and perhaps a few pictures available to the authorities. They would be quite enough to destroy whatever credibility you might have, my dear!"

"All right, I give up," Cathy whispered weakly. "You've got me in a corner. I can't tell Dad; that's for sure. And I can't tell anyone else. So, what do you want from me?"

"That's better," Elaine told her. "We want only your cooperation, my dear. We want you to relax and to allow us an opportunity to convince you that we know you better than you know yourself. You see, we do care for you in our own way and .we want you to realize your own potential to the fullest."

"You mean you want me to agree to making myself into a pervert!" Cathy retorted. "A whore, a sexual freak!"

"You might say that now," Elaine said, not at all put off by her sullen attitude, "but that frame of mind will not last long, I assure you. We will convince you that we are right and you are wrong, believe me."

"All right, what have I got to lose?" Cathy muttered wryly. "Nothing, except any claim to decency I ever had!"