Chapter 9

Norma was happy when her daughter, Denise, arrived. But Denny and Joyce took an immediate dislike to her "uppity," superior behavior and promptly dubbed her The Duchess. Mainly, they didn't like her sharing the same room with them, because it seriously curtailed their sexual activities.

But the siblings disliked Denise for many reasons. She avoided Landon Pond, saying it was "filthy," and she detested Denny's and Joyce's friends because they were crude and ungrammatical. True, she was pretty enough—long auburn hair and striking green eyes—but it was hard to believe such an obnoxious girl could be the daughter of Norma Reardon.

Their new guest spent most of her time indoors, having long dramatic talks (she overacted a lot) with her mother, reading romantic novels, or taking long walks with Frederick, the Reardons' dog. She and Frederick became inseparable, which amused Denny and Joyce who secretly believed she was having an illicit affair with the animal. Also, even though Denny and Joyce were disappointed in their father's lifestyle, they resented Denise's open and vicious criticism of him.

One day, two weeks after Denise's arrival, Denny and Joyce returned home earlier than usual from their play at the pond. As they wheeled their bicycles into the garage, they both stopped dead in their tracks, stunned, then amused. In the darkness of the garage, Denise had been holding Frederick's muzzle between her legs, forcing him to lick her pussy! As the garage door opened, illuminating the garage, they saw her with one leg up on a low shelf, tugging at the dog's collar and commanding him to "Make me come!"

She even held a jar of boysenberry preserves that her mother had made and obviously had poured the sweet jam into her cunt to entice (and keep) Frederick doing her bidding.

Sighting Denny and Joyce observing her—caught with the dog's muzzle between her legs—she immediately shrieked as if she had been attacked and scolded the naughty dog who had so flagrantly invaded her privacy.

Finally, exerting maximum dramatic ability, she turned on Denny and Joyce. "Just what sort of sex-crazed beast have you trained?" she screamed. "Why this—this fiendish thing just attacked me. I've never—but never—observed anything so disgusting in my life!" She pretended to shudder in abject disgust, then kicked Frederick. Totally bewildered, the dog slunk over to the darkest comer of the garage and lay down, sighing deeply.

Denny and Joyce both giggled hysterically, holding their stomachs. Finally, they sputtered and spasmed to a halt. "Yep, we're master dog-trainers!" Joyce said, dabbing at the tears on her cheeks. "All we do is let out a special whistle, and then Frederick goes in the house and gets a jar of boysenberry preserves. Then he shoves us in the garage, puts our legs up on that shelf and then licks our thing-a-ma-jigs while we try to fight him off. Yep, he's sex-crazed all right. Very bright, too. He should be in the circus or something!"

"Or maybe a whorehouse," Denny said.

"Make that the F.B.I." Joyce added.

Denise scowled, as though unable to comprehend what she was hearing. "You certainly don't believe—for one instant—that I would voluntarily permit that—that animal to do something like that to—to my body, do you? I mean—really! I suspected that you were both complete and utter degenerates, but this clinches it."

"How come you're so upset?" Denny said. "I mean, if you like Fred here to lick your pussy, who cares?"

"Sure, we won't reveal your precious secret," Joyce said. "Why should we? Frederick prob'ly likes it even more than you. But why don't you let him screw you dog-style? Why should you get all the relief and—and leave Fred horny. Yep, you oughta let him mount up once in a while."

"Stop that filthy-minded talk!" Denise screamed.

"Look, your secret's safe with us," Denny said. "Glad to see The Duchess is human after all. Frankly, we didn't even think you had a pussy."

Glancing back and forth between them, Denise's voice was low when she spoke very conspiratorially. "Y-You promise you won't tell anybody?"

"Hell, no," Denny said. "Why should we?"

"Believe me," Joyce said, "there's plenty of things a lot weirder than you and Frederick going on around this house. Welcome to the club."

"Hey, now that we know you're human rights are gonna be a lot more interesting than they've been since you first arrived. Maybe we can fool around together again when the lights go out, eh Joyce?"

Joyce nodded, laughing. Finally, after two full weeks, she had come to grips with her guilt feelings over fucking her father ... and she and her daddy were able to look each other directly in the eye again. She still felt guilty over not telling her brother about the incident, but naturally there were some things you could not breathe a word about to anyone.

Denise was eyeing them both suspiciously. "Just what do you mean when you say there are plenty of things going on around here? Anything to do with my—my mother's husband? Your father? I have a reason for asking."

"Oh?" Denny said casually. "What's your reason?"

"Because your father—h-he fucked me ... two years ago when I was visiting here your father robbed me of my virginity!" she blurted defiantly, as if to punish them for discovering her that way with Frederick. Don't you see? Your father practically raped a fifteen-year-old virgin!"

"Yeah?" Denny said. "Probably the same way Frederick took advantage of you."

"And I bet the young virgin liked it, or she wouldn't have let him fuck her. Hmm, she didn't even tell anyone. Were you hoping he might—uh—rape you again this summer?"

Denise wagged her head in disbelief. "Nothing shocks you two weirdos, does it?"

"Not unless it's a mature female who coaxes dogs into licking their cunts. Tell you what," Denny said. "You keep the rape incident hush-hush, and nobody will ever know you go around seducing household pets, okay?"

Denise's nostrils flared. "You two are nothing but dirty little blackmailers!"

True," Denny said. "Just don't squeal on our dad. He might be a little strange, but he's still our dad." Denny was surprised at his own display of loyalty after what he'd witnessed between his father and his sister.

Joyce stared at her brother in admiration.

Denny savored his sister's admiring glance. Yes, he realized he had matured considerably when he had finally decided to forgive his father. After all, he was not totally blameless himself. He had slapped Joyce that fateful night she had been attacked by the freak on the deserted road (She had told him about that incident, but not about fucking their father) and even more important he had been fucking Norma. Yes, he wondered how Denise would take the news that he had been fucking her mother! But he would not divulge that information to Denise anytime in the foreseeable future. Huh-uh! Nor to his father, for Martin Reardon might fuck his own daughter and his own step-daughter, but Denny doubted he would tolerate the fucking of his own wife by his son. Not likely.

It was far too complicated already and he didn't want to make it any worse. Everybody seemed to have gone sex crazy in this house. It seemed that everybody was fucking and sucking everybody else, the dog included, and he decided once-and-for-all to keep certain secrets to himself.

"Very well," Denise said. "It's a bargain. A pact. I won't tell on you if you don't tell on me."

Later that same night, their father again passed out and Norma asleep beside him, Denny crawled into his sister's bed for the first time in weeks. He didn't care whether Denise was asleep or not. He was certain that catching her with Frederick's snout in her snatch insured him and Joyce freedom—total unrestricted movement. The lips of The Duchess had been sealed but good!

Joyce snuggled close the instant Denny crawled in beside her. "Umm, it's nice having my lover-brother beside me in bed again," she cooed.

She squeezed him affectionately and hard, wrapping her legs about him and shoving her silken nest against his already erect prick. "I got a rubber," he whispered, then put it under the pillow momentarily so he could work on his sister's titties with both hands. Their lips pressed together, parted, and then they played delicious tongue games while Denny ran his eager hands all over his sister's lush and smooth body. Lovingly, he palmed her ass and coaxed her nipples erect, playing with them for a long time while he told her how much he adored her. After much foreplay, Denny scooted down, engulfing each ivory beauty in his mouth, first the right, then the left-nursing, gobbling, listening to his sister's appreciative moans. He had learned much from Norma and made loud, sucking noises, because he guessed most girls liked to hear boys munch and gobble at their tits.

After a long time, he inched his hand slowly over her rib cage, fondling the well-defined and lovely protrusion of her tummy, then tickled her navel and upper legs before toying with her silken cunt. Joyce breathed hard and fast. She took his cock and balls in both hands.

"I love you, Denny," she murmured. "No matter what happens I'll always love my darling brother. Someday I—I have to be honest with you, though. Th-there's a few things I—I have to tell you."

As he rippled his fingers over his sister's cunt, Denny was glad that his sister wanted to be honest with him. He respected her for that, even though she could not yet bring herself to telling him that she had fucked their father.

"I love you, too," he sighed. "More than anyone, and—and I have some things to tell you ... but later ... "

He palmed her soft pubic mound and went on sucking her nipples. As he did so, Joyce continued milking his stout wanger, tugging like it was a hunk of taffy. Her hands were a bit rougher than they had been before they arrived in Walden Flats, but somehow his sister's calloused hands felt even better than Norma's smooth fingers against his delicate foreskin and sensitive cock-head as Joyce slowly jerked him off and whispered dirty words lovingly in his ear.

As she worked methodically that way, Denny let his hand dip into his sister's honey-hole and fluttered all three fingers against her inner, softer, more delicate pussy lips. Moaning louder, Joyce gripped his hard-on in a viselike grip.

"Is it possible that your prick is getting bigger all the time?" she asked. "I swear you've grown a full inch."

"I guess it just knows that pretty soon it's gonna slip inside your hot, juicy puss, sis. I've wanted to fuck you for so long, Joyce ... forever!"

"Me, too," Denny," she breathed. "Oh, just think! Tonight you can come with your prick inside of me."

She cradled his balls then, in both hands, then uttering a little squeal, threw back the blanket and covered his balls with ravenous, wet kisses. She fell hopelessly in love with her brother's almond-shaped testicles that hid deep within his flesh sack. In deep admiration, she slowly laved them with her tongue, then drew each one into her mouth and nursed carefully, adoringly. Denny guessed the sensation must be the same as when he took his sister's cunt lips and sucked on them.

"God, Joyce!" he groaned loudly, a tingling current running from his groin and up his spine to the top of his head. "Do you really like sucking on my balls?"

Her mouth full of her brother's flesh globes, she could only gurgle a muffled reply. She was attempting to get his entire scrotum into her mouth and having some trouble. After a little while, she gave up and simply licked, teasing her brother's ass hole with her fingertips, like their father had done to her.

Boldly, she rose from his genitals then and straddled him, sliding all the way until she sat on his chest. There, she tantalizingly parted her cunt lips and offered her gushing slit to her brother's waiting mouth.

"Denny?" she asked timidly. "Would you please lick my cunt, would you? Suck on my clit?"

Eagerly, Denny clasped her buttocks in his hands and, tickling her ass hole as she had tickled his, gulped all the love juice he could swallow from the squishy cunt, then flicked and lashed at her clitoris with his tongue.

Joyce realized she could easily come that instant, told him so and forced him to stop. She wanted to make this lovemaking last; she didn't want to come too soon, not yet. Gasping slid back down over her brother's chest, leaving a wet trail all the way down to Denny's engorged and pulsing hard-on. She gripped the stiff meat in her hand and used it for her own pleasure then, rubbing the dribbling head back and forth against her erect clit, cunt lips and ass hole. She felt a near overwhelming desire to sit down hard on the bone-hard prick that pressed at her rear entrance. But she decided it might not fit, even though she would like it up her bung hole. Besides, her brother's prick belonged in her vagina this first time, she thought.

Denny was getting desperate to fuck, Joyce could tell. He had been denied too long, and they had done practically everything else, and now he needed more than anything to sink his flesh spear into his sister's heavenly cunt hole, feel it probing high and hard into the depths of her. After seeing her fuck their father that night, he knew that his prick was slightly larger than his, and this thought excited him, for he would be stabbing into areas of cunt-heat his father's organ had not been able to reach. True, he could not be the first with Joyce, but at least he would have the satisfaction of fucking Joyce differently than any other male had fucked her. Yes, he was glad and proud that his prick was bigger than his father's.

Denny considered several positions, then decided he wanted to on top, just as his father had been. Yes, then Joyce would be forced to compare and know who fucked the best! He would drive hard into his sister's pussy, with her legs high against his chest, just as father had done.

He was lucky to have been taught fucking lessons by Norma, and he knew he was far more experienced at fucking than Joyce, who had experienced just the one fuck with their dad. He had learned to fuck with the woman on top, but he wanted his sister flat on her back, her snatch rising up to meet his pelvis thrusts. Somehow it seemed more male to be on top, pinning the object of his lust—his sperm captive helpless beneath him—while he stuck and fucked her hard and good for as long as he wanted.

What was it that made a girl so clumsy-helpless-beautiful when she lay with her legs apart? Actually, they looked sort of ridiculous in that position—all spread and graceless—as they got paid back for all the times they had teased men. Yes, girls had been teasing and tormenting him all his life, sitting so primly with their knees so close together, permitting just little glances or little "feels." And their tits! Hell, they always had their boobs half hanging out to drive men mad!

But men could even the score once they got them flat on their backs with the their legs apart. Yeah, then you could really clutch their asses and tweak their nipples and fuck them hard and steady and they couldn't get away or tease you then! Huh-uh. That's when you fed it to them and listened to them moan and finally got even for all the years of making you wait with your balls aching while they flit-flitted around, making you so horny you could rape them.

But of course he loved his sister and he didn't really want to abuse her or belittle her. Still, there was maybe a trace of that feeling of hostility there now as he turned his sister over onto her back and began forcing entry into her steaming pussy an inch at a time. Without haste, savoring the hot wet hole, he guided his gristle-hunk slowly into the tight aperture. The intensity of his lust, his almost sadistic thoughts as he slid his prick between his sister's legs, alarmed him a little. He had never before experienced such conflicting emotions simultaneously. Then, those feelings disappeared just as quickly as they had appeared, and he felt nothing but love and infinite gentleness toward his sister, his beautiful female, Joyce, his loving sister who was yielding at last.

He held her legs high, making her look ridiculous, awkward, yet strangely graceful. "Joyce! Joyce!" he gasped, fucking her now, fucking the way his father had fucked her—but plunging deeper—and once again he heard the same sounds and saw the same facial expressions he had observed that awful night when he had become filled with hate and envy and despair that his own father was fucking his own sister.

But now she was calling: Denny! Denny! instead of daddy! daddy! He hoped fucking him was not the same to her as fucking their father. But, no, he thought, that couldn't he. I'm sinking deeper, fucking her harder than dad fucked her. Despite the hindrance of the rubber he wore, Joyce's pussy felt slick, wet and hot. But he envied what his father had described as his "operation," for he yearned to shoot his come up into her twat, too, just as father had done. But he could not ... he dare not come inside her.

The bedsprings squeaked m a beautiful and steady rhythm as he drove his meat wedge harder and harder into his sister's cunt. She wanted it hard, because she kept telling him: "Harder, Denny ... fuck me hard, hard!" And pelvis met pelvis—clashing, crashing in furious frenzy, sex-crazed abandon. Denny had his fists under her ass now, to raise her up higher so he could stick her harder and deeper ...

They had thought Denise as asleep, but suddenly she began pleading from her own bed across the room. "Please, you two!" she begged. "Hurry up and f-finish—or s-stop! You're driving me crazy. Hurry! I'm shaking all over and my pussy's dripping wet!"

Denny loved the idea that his fucking was arousing still another female. "Agh! Agh! Agh!" he rasped loudly to torment Denise. He hoped she would finger-fuck herself as he fucked his sister. But the thought promptly fled from his mind, for at that instant Joyce announced she was coming. He had been holding back, just as Norma had taught him, but now he drove savagely and managed to let his load fly a few seconds later so that they reached the heights together. As he emitted huge, deep gasps he clasped his hand over his sister's mouth to silence her ecstatic screams. Then they lay tightly clasped together for what seemed half an hour, murmuring promises of lifetime devotion and love and talking about how good their first fuck together had been.

"We took an awful risk," Joyce said, finally. "Dear-ling, don't you think you'd better go to your own bed now?"

He kissed her, pressing his new erection against her leg, but she said they would fuck another time—to "call it quits" for tonight. He could not persuade her to fuck again, so he rose and collapsed into his own bed.

After several minutes, Denny said, "Can't I come over and fuck you once more?"

"No, Denny," Joyce said in a strange voice. "In fact, all of a sudden I feel terrible. I—I've been thinking maybe we should never do it again together. Do you understand? I know it sounds awful, but—but think of the c-consequences, Denny."

"So what?" he said, remembering Joyce with their father. "We got a good thing ... why give it up?" He wondered if she would turn down her father, and anger surged through him.

"I'm not sure, Denny. I—I just know there is something terribly wrong about our doing that. I think I better wait and discuss it with you once we're on our way back home. Yes, on the plane ... Yes, I'll talk to you on the plane about it ... "

Denny pulled off the loose rubber that clung to his flaccid penis. He said nothing, and in a few minutes he fell fast asleep.

From the moment the three of them awoke the next morning, Denise stuck close to Denny. Finally, in the back yard, Denny tired of her stalking him like some kind of sexual prey. He turned on her.

"Hey, what the hell's gotten into you, Duchess?" he asked angrily.

She winked. "I want you to come to my bed tonight," she cooed. "I wanna show you something different—something you've never experienced before."

Denise simply stared at him, trying to conceal the lust she still felt from listening to Denny's loud and passionate screwing. Yes, she had resolved to douse the fires of desire that raged within her own craving body. She had decided to initiate Denny in the art of anal sex, but she gave no hint as to the nature of her lust.

Denny just gawled at her blazing, green eyes, wondering what had gotten into her—or not gotten into her! How could he fool around with her in the same bedroom with his sister—even if he wanted to fuck her? Yes, The Duchess had changed, for sure. She had really dropped her phony, sophisticated front. Despite himself, throughout the rest of the day he kept imagining sinking his meat into the cunt of his sexy-but-arrogant step-sister. "Different," she had promised. He wondered what she meant by different. Maybe the planned to have Frederick in bed with them! He could not get Denise off his mind. It would be another female conquest—three in one vacation! He loved Joyce, deeply and truly, but she had implied they should never fuck again. Didn't he have a right, then, to explore other avenues of relief? Yes, he decided. It was his birthright—as a male. He had to chuckle at his own reasoning, but he knew he would like to fuck Denise.

Before dinner that evening, he informed Joyce of Denise's proposition, testing her reaction. To his amazement, she advised him to go ahead, and she reaffirmed her own decision not to have sex with him again! Again, she promised to give him all her reasons once Walden Flats was behind them.

Denny took Joyce at her word and, later that night, when the lights were out and the house creaking silent, he stealthily tiptoed across the room to Denise's bed.

Denise quickly flung the covers aside. "I've been waiting for you, Denny," she said excitedly. "Come on. Climb in. We belong together, Denny," she whispered lustfully. "Denny and Denise. Yes, we belong together. I listened to you last night, and I'd guess you're a pretty good fucker. You're worthy of me, Denny. Aren't you glad?"

Denny cared nothing about his step-sister's arrogance at the moment. All he cared about were her tits, and her hot pussy that he could sink his cock into. To his joy, she seemed every bit as expert and horny as her mother. Already naked, Denise tugged at his under shorts until they were off. Then she began deftly rolling his dripping hard-on between her hands, complimenting him on his "bee-yooo-tee-full prick." She was a terrific French-kisser, her tongue nearly gagging him as she ran her fingers ticklingly all over his cock and balls. "Umm, a really neat prick," she said. "We're really going to have fun. You can do anything you want to me, but try to wait until I tell you what to do. I know more about sex than you, Denny."

Soon, she flung her leg so that her heel rested on her hip, and as they lay on their sides she directed his hand to her waiting cunt. "Suck on my nips for a while!" she commanded. Even in bed Denise tended to be very bossy, for she dictated the exact speed and pressure of his mouth on her titties and his finger against her pussy. He let her have her way, because her hand on his prick felt too good. Why argue? he decided.

"First, we'll sixty-nine," she said, "and then I want you to fuck me in the ass," she instructed casually. "Many of the boys I date back East like to fuck that way and I know you'll find it gratifying, Denny. Just trust me, dear."

Jesus, she's a sex technician! Denny thought. She had their bed session all carefully planned out, with her in command. Well, it would be a different kind of sex trip, Denny decided. "Uh—why not fuck you in the cunt?" he inquired. "You sore down there or something—from Frederick?"

"Don't be silly!" she said. "It's because I didn't bring my contraceptive pills with me, that's all, and I don't want to get pregnant. Anyway, you don't want to use an old rubber again, do you? One of my boyfriends, Jimbo, says fucking with a rubber's like trying to take a bath with your underwear on."

Denny had to laugh, despite the skilled massage on his cock and her twat shoving against his probing finger. "Yeah, that's sort of true, I guess," he said.

"Listen, Denny," Denise whispered very softly, "I want us to make a lot of noise. Fuck noise. Okay? We don't have to scream and wake everyone up or anything, but I want Joyce to hear us grunting and moaning, you know? I want her to feel all frustrated and left out—the way I felt last night listening to you guys fucking. Please?"

She was a sickee all right, Denny thought, but then he welcomed her getting up on top of him, so that her cunt was hovering over his face. He didn't care what she requested at this point. He would do anything she said—absolutely anything!

She took his cock into her mouth then and began sucking skillfully, greedily, taking those slurping, sucking sounds. They were in sixty-nine position and he slid a finger into her cunt as he licked her clit and stared at her tight little ass hole that had accommodated so many young males from the East. Crazily, he wondered how it could still be so tight looking. She had a big snatch for a girl still in her teens, he thought, comparing her with Norma. Suddenly, sighing, she reached back and indicated she wanted his thumb up her ass as they sixty-nined. He complied, and he now had a finger in each hole as he sucked her clit

She kept repeating: "Good, Denny ... nice ... ummm ... Yes, do it to me everywhere, Denny!"

Sometimes Denny got carried away with the feelings assaulting his prick, as Denise licked and sucked, and he would momentarily cease working on her. Then, she would practically shriek and force him to exert steady pressure. He wondered what Joyce was thinking ... if she was awake ...

"Very well," Denise said after perhaps ten minutes of mutual genital licking. Now, Denny, I want you to fuck me in the ass—doggie-style. You're going to love it, Denny. But be sure to stick your cock in nice and slow. You must remember that an ass hole isn't a pussy."

Denny tried valiantly to get his cockhead into the tight ass hole. Finally, he got the head inside and it was smooth fucking.

"Ahhhh!" Denise moaned. "Purr-fect. I love it up my ass. Almost better than anything. Nice and tight, huh? Boys love it when I grip their pricks with my ass this way. There ... you like that? Feel good, Denny? Huh? It drives boys out of their minds and I love it—half hurting and half coming all the time."

Denny had to admit that he did like it—almost as well as fucking a cunt or getting sucked off. Mainly, it was different. He fucked that way, holding her hips hard for leverage. She wagged her ass back and forth fast and hard, making the bedsprings squeak even louder than last night when Denny had fucked his sister. He began to slam his pelvis very hard against the cushion of her ass cheeks, stabbing his hard-on as far as it would go up into her innards. Twice he even hurt her slightly and, to his surprise, this pleased him.

She was pressing her hand hard against her clit as he fucked her back door, getting off that way while he banged her butt hole and listened to her and listening to her monologue about how good it felt.

Suddenly she squealed, "Okay, now blow your nuts ... fire your wad, baby ... squirt your sperm fishies up my ass and let 'em swim!"

She knew all the terms, it occurred to Denny—some he had never even heard before—but her crude language turned him on. Denny thought of himself as a male stud then, giving this poor, desperate, horny female the cock treatment she had to have. Wheezing, gasping, he drove his prick like a jackhammer into the velvet-soft channel, jolting her so that she fell forward onto her face and lay gasping, taking everything he had to stick her with. Roughly, he held her that way, with the back of his hand hard against the back of her neck and prick-stabbed her ass with every ounce of his strength. Yeah, The Duchess was pinned and helpless now, he realized. Nothing superior about her now! She was nothing but a drooling, frothing-at-the-mouth female taking anything and everything he wanted to deal out to her. As he fucked, he was astounded at his own dormant hostility that now surfaced in almost sadistic frenzy. He was a sexual madman, but he didn't care.

Her orgasmic wail came then, and it was pitiful and delicious music to his ears. He jolted her, rocked her still harder, savoring her shuddering sobs. And then his sperm came tickling up from his balls and blasted into her innards. Grunting, he fell forward hard onto her then, still keeping his prick up there in the heat of her. He made his cock jiggle with his muscles, making sure all his come drained from his rod. Then he got up and went to the bathroom to clean himself off.

"You're really a splendid fucker," Denise complimented him when he returned. It's a pity you have to leave for San Francisco tomorrow. We could fuck maybe four or five times every day.

Denny wasn't sure he would like a steady diet of anal sex, but he was pleased that this older girl appreciated a true cocksman when she tangled with one. Swaggering a little, he returned to his own bed.