LLP-205 Aunt Dorothy Book I
by Grace Wilkinson


Chapter 1

"Mmmmm..." Dot murmured looking at Art across her martini glass. "This
is delicious ... I'm glad you talked me into having it!"

"Man, I can see the exact outline of her nipples..." Art thought as he
gazed across the living room at his voluptuous thirty-year-old
sister-in-law. His mind went back to the night he had kissed her... not
once, but for almost an hour in the garden of her house. That had been a
few months ago and ever since Dot had been very careful when she was
around him. Something about the way she looked tonight though, made the
old emotional feelings he had about her return. Even though they were
together to discuss the boy, still he couldn't take his eyes off the
amply proportioned orbs of her globular breasts ... the way they jutted
from her blouse ... the thin silky covering only accentuating their
natural curves. Her legs too, looked wonderfully slender and exciting,
the way she had them curled under her on the couch like that.

He wondered what it would be like to feel her breasts again, the way he
had done that night several months ago. She had seemed to like it then,
he recalled, remembering her heavy excited breathing as he held her
tight up against his body, the soft giving forms of her flesh molding
completely to his, all of her weight there in his arms. Beneath his
fingers, the firm upright mounds of her flesh had moved slowly as her
breath came haltingly. His tongue had worked furiously within the wet
confines of her mouth. Slowly he had backed her against a tree and there
had ground his groin steadily into hers, the erect rod of his penis
forming a hard rocklike sheath against her belly.

"You say Joe is doing well in school..." Dot said clearing her throat.
The silence had been long and she felt uncomfortable beneath Art's frank
stare. She wondered if he too was remembering that night out in the
garden. She had thought of nothing else since she walked in the door
tonight. For one thing, the argument with her husband, Nick had made her
unusually susceptible to Art's tenderness ... to his good-looking
smiling face ... to the fondness she had always felt for him, even when
her sister was still alive. But Betty wasn't alive now and that was part
of why she was here ... to see about Joe ... her own son who had been
raised all his life as Art and Betty's child.

"Yes, Joe's doing perfectly well in school, Dot," Art answered, sipping
his drink. "Both he and Lee are on the honor roll as a matter of fact.
For kids their age, that's quite something!"

Joe was fourteen and Lee, their young daughter, thirteen--and Art
recalled how much trouble he himself had been to his parents at that
age.

"Yes, they're both good kids, Dot ... I wouldn't worry about Joe if I
were you. You know he adores you ... and I think our original decision
about him was correct." He wanted to finish this conversation as quickly
as possible. Somehow, he couldn't really concentrate on the kids with
Dot sitting across from him looking like an angel in the yellow
lamplight. Her blonde hair softly caressing her peach colored cheeks,
the limpidness of her blue eyes fringed with long silken lashes ... the
tempting expanse of calf that showed beneath her pleated skirt ... all
these things made it extremely difficult to concentrate on the topic at
hand.

"I guess you're right..." Dot said hesitantly. It had been so hard to
realize that her son would never call her mother ... to him, she would
always be Aunt Dot because of that night, fourteen years ago when, a
frail blonde child herself, she had given birth to him and her older
sister Betty, then newly married to Art, had offered to take him as her
own. That way, they all figured, Dot could lead a meaningful life, one
day meet someone who was worth marrying, unlike the louse who'd left
town at the suggestion that he had gotten a sixteen-year-old girl
pregnant. And the boy wouldn't have to go up for adoption. Yes, at the
time, it had seemed a good idea, but Dot still felt pained by the
circumstances. She was married now, after years of teaching grade school
in the Philadelphia school system, and well married according to many of
the other young matrons in town, to the busy head of a main line real
estate firm. But even Nick had suggested, when she had confessed her
indiscretion to him, that it would be best not to tear the boy away from
the people he thought of as his real parents and she supposed they were
right. Yes, perhaps it was the best course after all.

The martini was making her feel unusually mellow, and there was
something definitely soothing about being in Art's house, the
comfortable suburban home her sister had loved so much. She seemed to
sense the children sleeping in the bedrooms beyond the closed living
room door. There was a peacefulness in the air and slowly she abandoned
her worries about her son. Finally, she let Art draw her into a
conversation about more pleasant things.

When he got up to fix her another drink, she protested meekly and then
smiled and accepted the cool glass. After all, it was silly not to.
Didn't she deserve to have a good time every now and then? As if having
read her mind, when Art handed her the frosty glass he said,

"You deserve a pleasant evening, Dot. Why I haven't seen you smile in
ages. Are you and Nick getting along any better these days?"

It was a secret to no one that she and Nick didn't get along very well.
Anyone with half a mind could have seen that. But still, it was
embarrassing to talk about, so Dot changed the subject and soon they
were discussing safe things like their favorite movies and the sorry
state of Philadelphia politics. Dot hardly noticed when after her third
martini, Art sat down next to her. She moved over slightly on the sofa,
feeling herself grow oddly warm. A light film of perspiration formed on
her upper lip and she could feel her arms growing goose-pimply. She
tried to avert her eyes from his, but it was difficult now that he was
sitting right next to her ... besides, she knew that she wanted to look
into his eyes ... really wanted to study his handsome, rugged features.

Why did she feel so strange whenever he got close to her?

Art carefully noted the effects of the martinis on his beautiful
sister-in-law and although he knew it was wrong to be thinking what he
was thinking ... God, it had been so long since he'd held any woman much
less made love to one! He'd tried going out on dates, but it just didn't
work out. There didn't seem to be anyone around who could really hold
his interest these days. Except for Dot, of course! And now he could
smell that musky perfume she always wore ... its scent was almost
driving him crazy! And he was close enough to feel her maddening warmth
caressing his tense flesh. When finally she looked straight into his
searching eyes, he found himself trembling slightly.

"What a beautiful woman you are, Dot..." he almost whispered the words,
his throat seeming to have lost all its moisture. In her face, he could
see the family resemblance to his wife and a pang of nostalgia struck
him. Could this be part of his strong desire for Dot? But it really
didn't matter as he took her gently by the arms and drew her toward him.
He felt her stiffen and pull back, but then after a moment's pause, she
allowed herself to be pulled forward.

He kissed her hard, with all the longing he'd been building up inside
these many months. His mouth crushed against the softness of her lips as
he endeavored to get as much of her voluptuous breasts against him as
possible. He could feel the spongy firmness of her nipples crushing into
his chest and quickly he moved his hands around to touch them.

"No ... no ..." Dot muttered. "No ... Art ... we mustn't..."

But he wouldn't let her go and her halfhearted struggle wasn't enough to
break the electric spell rising between them as his searching fingers
reached the sides of her bulging breasts.

Things were happening so fast that Dot's brain was spinning. When she'd
left the house that evening she had put out of her mind the thought that
anything like this might happen. She tried to pull away, but Art held
onto her still tighter, his hot tongue pushing deep inside her mouth
reaching all the secret corners, pursuing her tongue agilely. She felt
hot waves of desire flashing through her, but still she tried to stop
him. He seemed so strong ... so very strong! How could she ever resist
him ... and yet she had to try ... had to stop what was happening
between them. But Art pushed her head back so that it was resting on the
sofa, her body arching up against his, her breasts smashing against her
own ribcage by his massive torso.

"NNnnnooooo..." she moaned uncertainly, trying desperately one more time
to pull away. But it was impossible. The sparks of mounting desire were
leaping about crazily in her belly, lust rising in her loins. She too
had been a long time without love. An image of her husband Nick rolling
over in bed after giving her a perfunctory good-night kiss rose to her
mind and anger accompanied it.

Art's hands were roving up and down her back now and the taste of his
mouth on hers became suddenly delicious. Everything about the man was
attractive ... so damned attractive! She had always envied her sister
for having Art and now ... now she, herself was feeling the very same
things her sister must have felt! A shiver ran through her at the
thought and yet the idea seemed to make Betty more alive to her and when
Art's hand dropped down and began a slow massage of her smoothly rounded
buttocks, tingling pinpoints of pleasure rippled sensuously up and down
her spine. Suddenly, everywhere her body was pressed against his, she
felt the same raging, unquenchable fire. A low moan of passion escaped
her lips, mingling with the wetness of their interwoven tongues.

"Oh, God!" she thought. "... Oh, God ... what am I doing?" But even as
she asked herself the question, her body was answering it for her. With
a mind of its own, it knew what it wanted, despite any objections Dot
might be able to conjure up. It needed Art's hardness ... his very
manliness pressing against her, and she felt a sinking sensation in her
stomach as she realized shamefully how much she wanted him ... wanted
her own brother-in-law! His hands manipulated the excited mounds of her
breasts and she made no move to stop him. How could she stop something
that felt that good. She felt a trickle of rising perspiration run down
the valley between her full ripe orbs, slipping down between the creamy
flesh that Art was now massaging into a maddening hardness. She bit hard
on her lower lip as his tongue trailed a line of saliva around her
cheeks toward the shell-like orifice of her ear. She felt his breath hot
and moist and it seemed as if it was going directly into her brain,
fogging everything up in there!

What could be wrong with such a strong, undeniable feeling? What could
be wrong with it? She felt as if she had never made love before ... that
this time ... if indeed it was going to happen, would be the first time
... like the very first time. An old sense of adventure and wickedness
filled her now and as Art's hand moved upward on her knee, pushing the
folds of her skirt back as it climbed, she felt a flood of wetness
between her thighs emanating from the blond downy vee that nestled so
tightly down there as she squeezed her legs together. She pressed her
buttocks down harder into the cushion of the couch trying to avoid the
inescapable moment when his fingers would reach her wet vaginal slit.
She couldn't believe that she could actually let him touch her, there!
And yet, he showed every intention of doing so. His fingers moved firmly
upward, above the line of her stockings where they met firm smooth naked
flesh. She felt so vulnerable there, so exposed. She pressed her
buttocks down harder against the couch, feeling his fingers move upward
with greater certainty now. He was almost there. His fingers brushed the
soft mound of her sex, covered by the thin fabric of her panties and Dot
sighed and closed her eyes tightly, letting the acute sensations of
pleasure roll over her. Each time she made love she forgot ... she
always forgot what it was going to be like. It was always a completely
wonderful surprise ... and Art's touch was no exception. Even though his
moving fingers were separated from her excited pussy by the thin
material of her panties, it felt almost as though he were touching her
naked flesh. She had become so wet that it was embarrassing and now as
his lips nibbled at hers again, she found her legs parting slightly
almost as though she herself had nothing to do with it. They were
parting to allow his middle finger access to the tight elastic legband
of her panties that ringed her upper thighs ... only that thin band
stood between his finger and the paradise of her cunt.

In her mind, she was desperately trying to justify it ... and the years
of sterile marriage to Nick came uppermost to her mind. As a man, Nick
couldn't even be compared with Art. Art who was kissing her ... touching
her ... making her feel wanted ... needed ... Yes, she was sure Art
needed her as much as she needed him. It was all Nick's fault,
neglecting her the way he did ... constantly belittling her, making her
feel like an idiot just because she wasn't always thinking exactly the
same things he was. All those humiliating nights he had refused her ...
and she knew he had other women, probably lots of them ... he had to be
getting sex somewhere, and it certainly wasn't from her! It was he who
had put her in the position she was in now, she realized with certain
clarity and something seemed to snap inside her. Almost brusquely she
threw her arms around Art's neck, pulling him still closer to her hungry
body, her tongue stabbing back at his blindly, while his middle finger
slipped under the elastic legband of her panties. A perverse pleasure
began to expand inside her. It was wonderful to feel the obscene thrill
of his thick digit pushing aside the soft nylon crotchband and sliding
over the highly sensitive pink flanged area of her vulnerable pussy. Her
quivering cunt seemed to feel each ridge upon his finger as Art's finger
slowly parted the soft sparse pubic hair and began a steady friction in
the hot depths of her hidden vagina.

"Ooohhh ... OOOOHHHH" Dot groaned, feeling herself melt in his arms. A
quick flash of dizziness overcame her and she was aware of the power of
the martinis she had had. The hard edge of his finger and a tip of the
nail scraped over her trembling clitoris and she felt the tiny bud jerk
upright like an erect little prick. He had forced her long sensuous legs
wide open now and they were obscenely splayed out on the couch, his arm
disappearing halfway up Dot's dress as he plundered her private parts. A
tremendous shudder went through her as Art's fingers harshly continued
their lascivious investigation. The soft golden hair that surrounded her
small pussy was parted roughly as he toyed with her throbbing clitoris,
making her begin to moan with forbidden delight.

Her brother-in-law reached behind them with his other hand, and turned
off the light on the table beside the sofa. In the darkness he felt that
Dot would be even more responsive to him. He continued flicking at her
excitedly throbbing clitoris now, making her whimper and squirm in his
arms and then his other hand slipped beneath the open vee of her blouse
to touch the warm nipples that were already like hard little pebbles. He
felt an inferno of desire rushing through him and knew that he would
have to get her lying out flat before long or go mad! His cock felt like
a giant ramrod, prodding against his belly and he wanted to release it
and let it have its way with the tender pussy his hand now knew so
intimately.

"... oh, yes..." Dot pleaded, her voice a raspy whisper. "... yessss..."
Her thighs felt limp and all she could do now was respond with her hips
to his touches. Involuntarily, she began to move them back and forth in
time to the rhythm of his finger. Slowly but surely, she felt his finger
moving down so that his entire hand was able to move up into between her
widespread thighs. He gave a sudden twist to her nipple that made her
cry out in pain and in the same instant, slip two fingers high into her
vagina.

"Aaaaaaaaaa..." Dot's head snapped back, her face a mask of ecstatic
bliss. She thought for a moment that she might black out from the
fantastic feeling of being entered so violently by his fingers.

"Oh, God ... yes, Art ... yeeessssss ... OOOOOHHHHHHHH!" The impact of
the blunt ends of his fingers striking against the soft end of her
cervix high up in the confines of her pulsing cunt creating wave after
wave of startling pleasure. For the first time, her body was alive,
responding completely to his. She was wriggling so that they both almost
fell onto the floor.

Art began a steady back and forth motion of his fingers high into his
sister-in-law's smooth cuntal channel. His eyes had adjusted to the
darkness in the room and he saw that her eyes were rolling back
slightly, showing the white of the underlid as she moaned over and over.

"Come on!" he said suddenly, removing his hand with a slight suction
noise from between her legs. "Come on!"

Dazed, Dot opened her eyes and groaned heavily.

"Where?"

"In the den..." Art answered, already pulling her along behind him.

"But the children ...," Dot whispered, remembering them for the first
time in several minutes. Still, in her aroused excitement, she hurried
along behind him, trying to adjust her mussed hair. As she followed her
brother-in-law into the den, she felt overly wet between her legs and
her burning pussy already missed Art's touches. She felt anxious to be
near him again, to feel him close to her ... and yet this interruption
had given her more time to think about what she was doing.

Art turned on a small lamp in the den, a medium-sized room that gave off
the living room and also led to the hallway from which the bedrooms
opened.

"The kids are sound asleep ... and they'll stay that way." Art answered
her question when they were inside the den. And in the glow from the
light, Dot could see that his face was flushed, and looking down she
could not help noticing an enormous bulge in the front of his pants. She
blushed and looked away as he came toward her, already beginning to
stammer out a protest. But quickly, he took her in his arms and she felt
such a strong resurgence of desire that it was as if a thunderbolt had
struck her. The entire length of his body pressed against hers had an
overwhelming effect upon her nervous system and she was aware of how
small she was ... how strong he was. Everything in her ached for him. He
kissed her lightly and led her to the big daybed that was on the right
hand side of the room. It was old and comfortable with its faded brown
corduroy spread and something about the feel of it when she sat down
made Dot feel more comfortable. She remembered it when it had been new
almost eight years ago.

"Let's get these things off," Art said gently, beginning to undo the
buttons at the back of her blouse. One hand carefully lifted her long
golden hair from the nape of her neck while the others undid the
buttons.

Dot sat passively, feeling like a little girl being undressed. It felt
wonderful to be treated with such tenderness, and as her blouse was
peeled away and the straps of her slip were pulled down, she realized
that she was crying. Art undid her bra and the cups fell away revealing
the smooth white of her firm but heavy breasts with their hard pink
nipples, the areolae the size of half-dollars spreading outward from the
crinkly flesh of the center. She sobbed as Art cupped them in his hands
from behind. Sobbed for her own vulnerability ... for her enormous
desire ... for everything that had ever happened to her in her life.

Art kissed first the nape of her neck and then her shoulders. When he
realized that she was crying, he grew confused ... and started to say
something, but then stopped himself. A woman's tears, he recalled, were
not always from sorrow or pain ... and yet deep down he knew that at
least part of Dot's were. He felt a part of his heart reach out toward
her, but he knew the frustration he had often felt in such situations
with his wife ... there was only so much he could do to help. But he
vowed silently that he would do all he could this time ... all he could
for Dorothy. His hands smoothed downward, pushing her slip along her
torso until it rode up on her full rounded hips. He jumped up and
kneeled down in front of her, pulling it down the rest of the way,
treating his eyes to her blushing beauty, her almost schoolgirl attitude
as her splendid nudity was revealed bit by bit to his lusting eyes.
Soon, she was wearing nothing but stockings and panties and her high
heeled shoes. Art slipped off the patent leather pumps and massaged her
dainty feet for a second. Then his hands ran up the length of her
calves, up to her full round thighs and then to her small waist. He
hooked his thumbs in at the top of her panties and pulled them downward,
exposing a gently rounded belly with deeply inset navel and then, as he
continued rolling the nylon material, the light golden curls of her
pussy hair became evident. She helped him a little, and together they
removed both panties and stockings. Art could only sit back on his heels
for a second looking at her ... he couldn't remember when he had seen a
more beautiful woman.

Dot felt cool now that she was naked and she felt a trembling start to
take hold of her. She watched as Art undressed before her, feeling as
though she were in a dream, as though this were not really happening to
her ... but to some other woman ... some other woman who had a vague and
tenuous connection to her. Art's hard and muscular body stood tensed and
naked before her in what seemed a split second and she found herself
staring at the rampant pole of his penis. It was long and lust-hardened
and bigger than any Dot had ever seen or imagined. He seemed filled with
urgency now, impatient to enter her and she sensed that their long
foreplay was rapidly coming to a close. She shivered ... would she ever
be able to fit it inside her?

But Dot didn't have long to ponder the question as Art dropped down
beside her and started pushing her back upon the day bed. She felt weak
and let herself be pushed ... it seemed an eternity before her head hit
the mattress and then she was looking up at him ... this familiar
relative who seemed such a stranger now. She had never seen him like
this, flushed with desire ... naked ... on the point of taking her ...
no, she hardly dared imagine him like this! She felt oddly frightened
and began to shake her head from side to side as he bent over her, but
then his chest was grinding into hers, pushing against her so that she
could feel herself being pressed into the foam beneath her, and all
lucid thinking was erased from her mind. She had some trouble breathing
as her brother-in-law's full weight fell upon her, his mouth crushing
hers again. His tongue entered and this time she swallowed it hungrily,
feeling the excitement building inside her shivering body. Art was
breathing hot moist air all over her and then all his weight was on her
and Dot knew that in moments she would be writhing beneath her
brother-in-law ... they were moments that she wanted to hasten as she
felt his heavy legs pressing against her now and pulsing near her belly,
the fiery pole of his long, extended prick.

With one sudden movement, her legs were being parted by his leg and the
smooth rubbery head of his cock was sliding inside the narrow cleft of
her pussy. It moved up and down and back and forth and Dot heard herself
moan and call out his name. Her secret passage seemed to ache for his
cock. She wanted so badly to feel him inside her that she felt she would
scream for him to hurry! His hands were working steadily at her breasts
and they felt raw and swollen ... that was all that seemed to exist of
her now ... her stinging breasts and the moist pussy that accepted the
blunt tip of Art's swollen prick as it rubbed against her hair-lined
slit creating an unbearably increasing friction.

"OH, OH, OH, OH, OH..." she chanted. She started pushing her hips up
higher and higher ... trying to get him to enter her. But his cock
continued to tease her tortured, gyrating pussy until wildly, she clawed
at his back, begging him in a raspy voice.

"... please, Art ... please ... oh , God ... please take me ... take me
now..."

The thick rubbery head of Art's prick stopped its incessant rubbing
between his sister-in-law's fleshy cunt lips and slid down, poised at
the tiny pink entrance to her widespread vagina. Art's hands went
underneath her legs, drawing them up so that they splayed outward and
nestled upon his back, her heels digging in for support. He let his
swollen prick part the sparse blond pubic hair and insinuate itself into
the incredible wetness that surrounded the small pussy opening ...
searching ... burrowing ... sliding.

His muscles started jerking involuntarily and he had to push ... push
hard against her, feeling the softness of her down there give, the
petal-like lips begin to open to admit his hardened penis. The little
hair-fringed mouth between her open thighs gave way unwillingly and in
one sudden thrust, Art rammed halfway up inside her trembling pussy.

"AAAAAARRRRRGGGG!!!!" she moaned in reflex, and in spite of her desire
not to make any noise, she couldn't help it. She had never felt anything
like it. She thought her cunt lips were being split apart by the
enormous hard circumference of her brother-in-law's hardened penis.
Absurdly, she wondered for a flickering moment how her sister had been
able to take it. And then Art was moving up higher inside her and she
started crying and begging him to stop. She was surprised when he
didn't, but just kept right on grinding his cock straight into her,
enjoying the pressure of her tightly clenched vaginal muscles as they
rippled wetly and smoothly around his surging penis.

Art decided he couldn't stop now no matter what. He knew it was hurting,
as it did most women when he fucked them for the first time, but he also
knew that in a few moments she would get used to his enormous size and
begin to enjoy it. The tenderness of her inner pussy wrapped itself
elastic-like around his churning prick, as with a grunt, he rammed it
all the way to the end of her tightly resisting cuntal passage. He
rocked his full weight against her, splitting her legs wide apart and
hooking his cock upward inside her. He was aware of her legs flailing in
the air and her fists pounding at his back and face, but he could only
grab onto her cushiony buttocks and pull her entire pelvis up still
higher to meet his engorged prick.

"Oh, Dot, baby!" he cried out, losing himself in the moment... "I'm
gonna fuck you good ... SOOOOO GOOD!"


Chapter 2


Lee dragged several pillows out into the hall so that she could at least
be comfortable while she watched. She ran back into her room to get
them, hoping that she wouldn't miss anything important in the few
seconds it would take her to get back to the den door. Her heart was
beating wildly and she knew that she had never been so excited in all of
her thirteen years. She still couldn't believe what she had seen in
there and when she returned her eye to the keyhole, her knees now
comfortably supported by pillows, she fully expected to find that she
had imagined the whole thing.

But there they were ... Daddy and Aunt Dot ... completely naked and
getting ready to do it to each other! Even though she had never seen
anything like that before, she knew enough to know what they were doing.
She had seen movies and read novels in secret that described in great
detail what went on between a man and a woman. But Daddy and Aunt
Dot???? That was unthinkable ... too unimaginable to be real! Her eyes
were now open wide in astonishment as she saw for the first time, her
father's enormous cock, red and angry looking, bouncing a little bit in
front of him as he kneeled up between Aunt Dot's legs.

Aunt Dot's blood-curdling groan as he rammed it up into her filled the
night air and Lee felt her face go ashen. Did it really hurt that much?
It was no wonder, she thought, if all men were as big as her father!
Instinctively, her own young thighs squeezed together tightly and she
felt an odd twinge in her sweet untried pussy at the very thought!

*     *     *

Art worked his hips up, kneeling into Dot and using her long trembling
legs like a wheelbarrow. He was sweating profusely and big drops fell
from his forehead onto Dot's quivering stomach. Dot was stunned and
panic stricken but she knew she couldn't stop what almost amounted to an
attack at this point. Strange and horrible thoughts ran through her
head. She was being used, used as though she weren't a human being ...
just an orifice for him to vent his lust ... it was almost worse than
having no sex at all! 

Suddenly Art pulled halfway out of her clinging cunt and Dot was amazed
to feel the first twinges of pleasure shooting about in her vagina. His
rigid cock was touching every section of her secret interior, filling up
every nook and cranny! It was stretching her tight, little used pussy,
still giving her pain, but now there was pleasure too. He paused a
moment, and then slid back in with a grunt landing on her full force.
She cried out like a wounded animal, but this time, her battered cervix
responded with unexpected pleasure--the harsh sensation of his prick
actually felt good! When he started pounding against her... it still
felt good ... in fact, it started feeling better and better! Suddenly
each thrust of his lust-hardened cock into her wet open pussy created an
astounding combination of pain and accumulating desire that grew more
acute by the second! She started to moan again, this time feeling the
total awareness of her body as it molded itself to his.

Lee shivered in her white cotton nightgown, although the night was quite
warm ... indeed, she didn't know why she was shivering when she felt so
hot! Her entire young frame trembled as she leaned up against the door,
from the tips of her ash blond hair to her small painted toes. Beneath
her nightgown, her budding breasts could be seen silhouetted beneath the
thin fabric. Her slender hips and loins tapered gracefully downward and
her long legs were getting ready to become perfect and womanly.
Everything about her seemed just on the verge of bursting into full
bloom, like a young flower just about to open. This whole state of being
preoccupied Lee most of the time, and she felt its pressures inside her
as surely as though someone or something were nudging her quickly ahead
into womanhood. She felt driven most of the time toward it and spent her
nights reading magazines about older women or the most exciting books
they would let her take out of the library. She felt ready for love and
ready for whatever adventures might come her way ... but before tonight,
there had been none.

She could not really complain though, she thought as she uttered a
silent "whew!" to herself and looked in at the obscene spectacle of her
father and her aunt. She had always looked up to her father, and
recently she had even begun to notice how extraordinarily good-looking
he was. She had always thought him handsome, but recently there was an
added dimension ... she started looking at him with a woman's eyes and
found him most attractive. Tonight though, the sight of him nude, and
making passionate love to Aunt Dot was almost frightening ...
deliciously frightening! She had been on her way to the bathroom to get
a drink of water when she'd seen the light flick on in the den, its
beams expanding beneath the narrow opening at the bottom of the door.
Curiously, she had gone to peek in to see what her father might be doing
at that time of night. And now, she was not only seeing what Daddy was
up to, but Aunt Dot as well!

*     *     *

Looking down at his sister-in-law's tightly screwed up features, and
feeling her responding to each mighty blow of his advancing cock, Art
felt like a god. He was lying naked between the legs of and fucking one
of the most beautiful creatures on earth and she was loving it! He was
going to give her the time of her life. He'd always suspected that she
wasn't getting any from Old Man Nick, her husband, and the wild abandon
that she displayed now made him realize that his thinking was probably
true. How anybody could resist fucking such a sweet tight little pussy
was beyond him. He only hoped he would get a chance to go at it again
and again! Before he was through, he hoped to have her begging him for
more. He thrust into her moistly contracting cuntal passage with a loud
grunting noise, kneading the smooth full moons of her jiggling white
buttocks in his nervous fingers. She was being skewered hard down into
the squeaking mattress, helplessly impaled by his ramming prick.

"... ooooommmph ..." Dot responded. "AHAH ... ah!ah!ah!ah!ah!"

Art's handsome face grew purplish from desire as with long even strokes
he continued the glorious fucking of his sister-in-law. This was
forbidden fruit, forbidden pussy, a cruder side of him thought, and by
god, he was going to enjoy it!

For Dot, the very forbidden nature of what she was doing was working
toward making the experience one of the most exciting she'd ever known.
For one thing, being entered by a prick as large as this one was
something that she could never have previously understood would give her
so much extreme joy. The feeling was at once one of being punished,
martyred somehow, and that of getting just what she needed. Every bit of
femininity she had in her was responding to the total masculinity of her
sister's husband. Tides of desire rose and fell within her as she
writhed involuntarily beneath his grinding loins. His inflamed and
swollen member reached the farthest depths of her defenseless genitals.
The lewd smacking noise of Art's swinging, sperm filled testicles
slapping rhythmically against her wet buttocks filled her ears, combined
with her own groans, and sighs. Time had come to a stop and she was
suspended in the erotic realm of her body's needs. Abandoning her
ladylike composure, she became a slut ... a common whore ... a cunt
receiving a cock. No one had ever made her feel like this before and she
could hear him chanting dirty words down at her,

"... oh, you sweet piece of ass give it to me ... fuck back ... come on
fuck back fuck back fuck back..."

Art's obscenity only furthered her desire, making her more lustful than
ever. He used words that always made her blush whenever she heard them,
and now she was not only not blushing, but spreading her long beautiful
legs wider so that the out-sized penis could stretch her tender pussy
wider apart! Art was almost bending her over backwards now, lifting her
legs up so high and pushing them back over her head so that she was bent
almost double and thought she might break in two. But the pleasure was
so great that any pain she felt was relegated to the background of all
the other lewd, lascivious sensations she was enjoying. Now his fingers
were at her breasts again and he was holding on tight, rocking back and
forth into her upturned cunt. Dorothy could feel the sweaty corduroy
bedspread clinging to her back as her mouth hung open wide, animal-like
wails of mindless excitation slipping incoherently off her tongue.

*     *     *

Behind the den door, out in the hall, Lee quivered with a building
desire. Her original shock had given way to another more interesting
sensation and almost absentmindedly, her small hand slipped down beneath
her nightgown. She lifted it up and let her fingers trace an invisible
line up against her pale white thighs, moving upward until she reached
the uppermost portion where small tendrils of pubescent blond hair
drifted beyond the tiny limits of her sex. Her fleecy young pussy pulsed
slowly with a rising moistness ... her face glistened with the natural
oils of youth and she caught her breath as her lacquer-covered middle
finger, reached the prickly area of her pussy. Gradually, she found her
way to the folds of soft hidden flesh under the matted tufts of young,
not yet matured pubic curls. Already experienced, her finger searched
for the protruding tip of her clitoris. With a sigh, she felt a sharp
thrill rush through her as the tender surface was exposed to her
manipulating. The feeling rose from her tiny pink and coral pussy up
across her trim little belly where it lingered before rising higher
still to reach the taut protrusions of her breasts, which although now
of a medium size, gave promise of growing much larger ... already their
shape was like that of large perfect lemons, just the right size for
biting into. It was hard to keep on watching and to start the delicious
back and forth motion with her finger at the same time, but by doubling
herself up a bit, she managed it. While the satiny tissue of her pussy
slipped easily beneath her own finger, Lee's eyes remained glued to the
opening of the keyhole, where she was able to watch her father bring
Aunt Dot to her first climax.

"OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH..." Dot sang out, feeling her brother-in-law's hot
body pressing heavily down on hers now while the tautly stretched moons
of her buttocks split wide, her legs dangling in mid-air as her cuntal
muscles began to vibrate with urgency and then to contract wildly. A
series of spasms took hold of her as the driving cock sped ever upward
into her, pushing the trembling folds of her vaginal walls steadily
back, massaging them internally with each withdrawal. He brought his
huge shaft all the way out of her, leaving just the head at the entrance
and then with all his might rammed back into her streaming passage.

"Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." she screamed, bucking up against his
savage thrust. Art crooned with delight, knowing she was starting her
orgasm. Gasping for air, he fucked mercilessly deep into the soft
confines of her cunt, watching as he did so the way his cock appeared
and disappeared into the hungrily clutching aperture of her straining
pussy. His balls ached painfully and as she continued to grunt steady
words of encouragement to him, he knew that he too was going to cum. His
big cock seemed filled with a hundred hot sparks, and he felt a total
exhilaration as he dominated the shy former schoolteacher who was his
sister-in-law ... a woman he remembered from the days when she had been
really a child, only sixteen and in trouble. He had watched her grow
more beautiful with every year and had watched powerless to help as she
married a man who, despite his money, Art knew wasn't worthy of her. And
now, she was his ... as much his as she possibly could be. His sperm
seemed to be crying out within his balls, begging for release into the
hot steaming pit of Dot's womb.

*     *     *

Joe woke up with a start. He had definitely heard a loud moan coming
from the direction of the hall. Recently, he had taken to sleeping
fitfully anyway since he'd started having nightmares ... but now he was
sure that the weird sounds he'd heard were not his imagination, nor were
they part of some dream. He got up, clothed in his striped pajamas, and
tiptoed quickly to the door to his room. He was frightened, but he
didn't know why just yet ... some premonition of what he was going to
find out in the hall brushed his psyche and even before he saw his
sister, he had broken out into a cold sweat.

The moan came again and Joe's mouth gaped wide in surprise as he was
greeted by the sight of his younger sister Lee, oddly doubled up on two
pillows, down by the den door. She appeared to be looking through the
key hole, but from time to time, she just threw her head back and gave
herself up to the overpowering sensations that seemed to be wracking at
her young body. One small hand had hiked up her nightgown while the
other ... the other! Joe almost fell over backwards. He had not seen his
sister naked for several years and it was clear to him immediately that
she was doing the same thing to herself that he did to himself almost
every night in bed, more and more recently, and usually after one of his
nightmares. His sister's other hand was fumbling within the sparsely
hair-covered mound that was high-set between her slender tapered thighs.
She was kneeling on the pillows with her legs widespread and he could
see everything clearly. The lower half of her body seemed unduly
agitated and her entire pelvis shook lewdly, while the expression on her
face was almost frightening.

In an instant, he felt his own genitals responding to his sister's
obscenity. He was profoundly shocked though in spite of his excitement
... never in his wildest dreams could he have imagined that she would do
such a thing!

"MMMMMMmmmmmmmm!" he heard her moan. She was panting ... her eyes wide
open, but glazed and unseeing. She had abandoned the keyhole for a
moment, and now both her hands went sliding between her trembling
thighs. From his position down the hall with his head peering out of the
crack in his door, Joe could see the widely spread cleft of his younger
sister's small cunt, the pink jeweled entrance to her vagina appearing
briefly from moment to moment as her pelvis bumped lewdly upward. Lee's
small pink tongue flicked out of the side of her mouth as the dual
ravishment of both her hands, all ten fingers, beat a wild tattoo upon
the sensitive tissues of her virginity. Her legs twitched and the area
between her thighs was wet and shiny from the natural juices that flowed
downward. Joe watched, his hand reaching down for his erect penis as his
sister's fingers tangled in the soft blond hairs, separating them and
spreading the small pillows of her sex wide, allowing him the privilege
of looking inside.

He was amazed by the way she looked down there ... so different from
him. Of course, he knew that women were different, but he had never
really dared to wonder exactly how they actually looked! She was mewling
now, and as Joe's fingers began to extract his hard young member from
his pajamas, he saw her look through the keyhole again. WHAT WAS SHE
LOOKING AT? He couldn't imagine what kind of sight would provoke such a
reaction; he himself was usually only aroused to the state where he
would do such a thing by the most absurd, farfetched dreams. During the
day, he hardly ever admitted them to himself, but at night and now ...
he couldn't help recalling what they were about. They were always about
Aunt Dot!

In fact, it occurred to him now as he watched his sister playing with
her moist young split that that must be the way his aunt looked. His
dreams about her were always vague, but still highly stimulating. She
was always kissing him, hugging him ... and once in a really good one,
she had played with his rock-hard prick! He had awakened to find himself
holding on to himself, doing just what Aunt Dot had been doing in the
dream. It was getting so that he could hardly look her in the face
whenever she came to visit ... and when she actually bent low to kiss
him, her perfume rushing to his head, he often thought he would burst
with longing ... a strange unquenchable longing for her! And now Lee,
his sister, was exposing her most private parts ... unknowingly, of
course, but still ... there she was, right in the middle of the hall,
jiggling her blond-fringed pussy, the most intimate and sacred part of
her body!

Joe stood transfixed by the sight of her, his penis swelling
uncomfortably as he squeezed it tenderly, his own eyes filming over with
a desire-inspired glaze. His youthful rod turned a deep red as he hotly
slipped the foreskin back and forth over the rubbery head.

"Oh, yeah..." he thought, keeping an eye on his sister's convulsively
wriggling form. "... oh, yeah!..."

Lee snuck another peek through the keyhole in time to see her Aunt Dot
expand into the full frenzy of her orgasm. Her entire lusciously curved
body nakedly arched beneath Daddy's thrusting hardness, her face almost
unrecognizably distorted by her passion. A steady wailing scream spewed
forth from her wide open mouth and she clung to his back with both hands
and heels, doing an odd sideways dance with her climaxing pelvis. Her
raging hot vaginal walls clung to the enormous piston that filled them
so entirely, while gushing sparkles of light seeped through her,
throbbing wildly throughout every pore of her being. It was like falling
from a tall building and being shattered upon a blissful surface,
expanding and flying out into that very same space in a million tiny
glittering pieces! 

"OOOHHHHOOOHHHAAAAHHEEE" she wailed pitifully, ending in a soul-rending
moan of spasmodic delight. Her legs quivered in midair for several
seconds and Lee saw her father quicken his pace at the last, ramming
into her with short hard strokes that triggered her inner explosion and
kept it exploding for a long time.

Every sinew in her father's body was taut, especially those of his arms
and neck and as he bellowed out his final cry, Lee saw him stick his
enormous cock so high up into Aunt Dot's cunt that he lifted her clear
off the bed. They seemed to hang that way for ages and then to fall in
slow motion back to the mattress and the soiled, crumpled corduroy
spread.

Her own features crisped, Lee felt like screaming ... but all that came
out was a low-toned hum from between tightly clenched teeth. Her fingers
flew methodically from her tiny jumping clitoris to the entrance to her
virgin passage, stopping there to form a neat circle where it was most
sensitive and then returning among the wet gelatinous folds to
frictionize the entire area of her hot young pussy. It was so good! Oh
God, it was good! She was sure that it was almost as good as what her
father and aunt were feeling right that moment as his sperm raced
pell-mell into her deep vaginal passage!

"... NNNNmmmmm..." She arched herself inward and fell back on the
pillows, her long legs stretching out, almost as white as her nightgown.

Joe could see that she was cumming quickly and that she was cumming more
than once! So that was the way women did it! he thought, excitement
making his hand move faster and faster over his throbbing cock. The idea
that he could learn many things from his sister ... even things about
Aunt Dot thrilled him to the point where he knew that he too was going
to cum. Lee's legs were scissoring back and forth and one of her hands
was now raised to her perky young breasts. The nightgown lay in wrinkled
folds around her neck, the blue embroidery matching her eyes. Her young
white body gleamed like some precious animal sacrifice exposed
completely to his avid stare. She was beautiful, he thought. Really
beautiful! But as he lingered lovingly on the last downstroke before he
knew that he too would cum, he thought that she was still not as
beautiful as Aunt Dot with her dimply cheeks, her shining brown eyes and
her beautiful matured body. As the mounting climax took hold of him, he
saw Lee's legs stiffen out again. Her breasts bounced a bit upon her
chest and she appeared to inhale deeply. The mound of her pussy showed
itself to him in profile, a fuzzy blond baby mountain besieged by his
sister's fingers. His cock began a sudden jerking motion and started
spewing white jets of cum onto the floor. In his mind the whirling
lustful flames that consumed him were directly connected with Lee lying
there on the floor. It seemed as if he were coming all over her, the
droplets of sperm landing upon her outstretched nakedness, running along
her belly, down to her pubic mound ... and then her body merged with
Aunt Dot's only to separate and in his fantasy then became two naked
bodies lying side by side, receiving his cum. "OH, GOD!" he whispered
loudly as he reached the apex of his orgasm and saw that Lee was
thrashing about upon the pillows, her legs lewdly pulled up to give
better access to her hungrily clenching young cunt.

Joe slumped against the doorway, exhausted and a little confused. And
from between his parted lips, escaped the words, "Ohhh ... Aunt Dot..."

*     *     *

Dot lay panting and satiated beneath her brother-in-law ... for some
reason, the first thing she had thought about after her orgasm was her
little boy, Joe. She lay quietly now, recovering slowly from the
incredible emotions that had been ripped from her. She felt a wave of
shame pass through her after thinking of Joe sleeping somewhere close by
... her own son ... and him not even knowing it! Well, what if he knew
what his real mother was capable of! This incestuous sin with her own
brother-in-law ... but, God, she had to admit it was wonderful. Even
now, she still found herself clinging to Art's back, listening to the
sounds of his heart as it thudded hard against her chest. Her breasts
were smashed beneath his heaviness and she could still feel the girth of
his prick throbbing deep in her sore, but tingling vagina. She felt
conquered. For the first time the use of that word in sex became clear
to her. Yes, he had conquered her as surely as some master with his
slave. Only she had been willing ... more than willing. She sighed a
little and felt him stir above her. His hard flat stomach felt so
wonderful on hers ... his thigh bone dug into hers a bit.

Then, just when she least expected it, a new wave of remorse struck her
and she was suddenly in a hurry to get up. She had just thought of her
husband Nick at home not even waiting up for her, of that she was sure,
but noticing no doubt, the length of her absence. The bastard!

"Art ... Art ... I must go..." she whispered urgently. "We ... shouldn't
have..." she stammered. "... please let me up now..." She pushed against
him, trying her best to slip out from under her brother-in-law's sturdy
six-foot frame. But he pushed her back down, and she felt his cock pulse
up against her cervix, pulse and grow thick again. A violent thrill
ripped through her like lightning and she fell back stunned by the
strength of her renewed desire for him.

"Oh, darling..." she murmured huskily up into his mouth as he began to
again fuck slowly in and out of her already sperm-filled pussy. "Oh God,
Darling, don't stop ... please don't stop ...! Fill me up again with
your cum ... fill me all the way up ...!"


Chapter 3


It was a cloudy Saturday morning and Joe was inclined to sleep even
later than usual. He lingered beneath the warm covers, savoring
half-awake memories of the night before. It was just amazing how much
more interesting the world had become in a few short hours. He had
always had the strange suspicion that if he only waited long enough he
would have the exciting life he had always craved ... and now it had
happened, the one event that he was certain would open up the door to
the kind of world he'd always imagined existed. He lay there
congratulating himself, and in a way wanting to remain in that blissful
state, if only because it was sure and certain ... and he didn't have to
do anything about it ... it had already happened. As for the future ...
well, in a few minutes he would get up and start to find out about it.
Meanwhile, his rampant young penis wakened anew to his touch as he
conjured up the lewd picture of his sister as he had seen her the night
before.

He wished somehow, that he could picture more things ... he knew that
there were more things, but at the moment his imagination was limited
... a situation that he hoped would soon be rectified!

Moments later, he heard stirrings in the house and he knew that his
father and Lee were probably up and about. Carefully, he got out of bed.
He felt unaccountably fragile, as though his secret had made him very
delicate; and in this lighthearted state, he showered and put on his
khaki pants and a tee shirt. After surveying his freckled face, the
clean white teeth, clear blue eyes and pug nose, he ambled out to the
kitchen.

He was surprised when he saw his father sitting at the table over a cup
of black coffee. He hadn't shaved yet, something unusual for his father
and Joe decided that he looked decidedly disgruntled ... a little bit
the way he looked when he had a hangover.

"Morning, Dad ... what's up?" Joe asked as he ambled over to the
refrigerator and poured himself a large glass of milk.

"Nothing, son..." Art replied. "Nothing at all." He took another gulp of
hot coffee and groaned, thinking something he rarely thought ... that
Joe wasn't actually his son. The only reason he was thinking of this, he
knew, was because he had fucked his mother for the first time last
night. He ached all over from the unusual strain upon muscles he hadn't
used in years. But by God, he'd fucked hell out of her! he thought,
pleased with himself. But he was still upset by their parting ... where
it should have been sweet like the rest of the evening, when it was all
over Dorothy had suddenly turned on him, calling him every name she
could think of before hurriedly putting on her clothes and running out
of the house. He just couldn't understand it ... or rather, he didn't
want to understand it. After going through a night like that with a
voluptuous and sensuous woman, he just didn't seem to be able to make
any sense of it. He was still hurt and puzzled about the whole thing,
but deep down he knew that there were strong moral forces behind his
sister-in-law's reaction ... after all, she was married ... and although
he was a widower ... he was her dead sister's husband!

"... shit..." he muttered under his breath.

"Wadya say, Dad?" Joe looked curiously at his father, wondering if he
too had been through something odd last night ... perhaps the very thing
that Lee had seen through the keyhole! That thought sent a shiver
running down his belly and he sat down quickly so that Art wouldn't see
the erection that had risen slightly in his tight pants. He got them all
the time now ... at the slightest thought of anything the least bit
interesting ... sometimes he even got them when thinking about something
delicious to eat ... like apple pie ... the kind Aunt Dorothy often
baked and brought over to them.

Seeing that his father wasn't going to answer his question, Joe poured
from the box of cornflakes that was always in the center of the kitchen
table. He was used to fixing his own breakfast having been pretty much
on his own since his mother died. Art had usually left for his job as a
construction foreman in town by the time they got up to go to school and
when he came home, they were usually the ones who fixed supper, It was a
nice arrangement and both he and his sister Lee had come to prize their
independence.

"Good morning all!"

Joe whirled about and saw his sister approaching the table and he felt
his heart thudding loudly. His breath caught in his throat as he saw for
the first time how beautiful she really was! She was wearing a short
white dress of thin cotton ... and although Joe couldn't see anything
that special about it, it made Lee look like a fairy princess. Her ash
blonde hair hung in curls around her shoulders and she looked as if
butter would melt in her mouth. The young girl smiled sweetly at both
her brother and father, taking her place beside them at the table.
Gracefully, she helped herself to cereal, seemingly oblivious to both of
their stares.

Joe wondered if his father was noticing how beautiful she looked today
too ... and he wondered what he would think if he could have seen his
daughter with her nightgown pulled up around her hips, displaying the
perfect petals of her little pussy as her fingers worked passionately
within its deep fleshy folds. How would Daddy have reacted to that!? But
this was a brief speculation, for soon Joe was lost in his own personal
image of Lee ... the new one. She was a beautiful girl, not just his
younger sister, and he felt himself responding to her in an entirely
different way as though his watching her the night before had turned her
into a completely different person. He felt unaccountably shy with her
and could not meet her eyes. Beneath the table, his swollen young penis
pulsed hotly and from time to time he would cast sideways glances at the
protrusions of his sister's breasts where they pushed against her dress.
Last night he had seen them! he kept telling himself. But today, it was
even more exciting, seeing her with clothes on! It was all very
confusing. He longed to talk to her, to ask her first what it was she
was looking at last night, but, he knew that that would automatically
give him away and his sister would know that she herself had been spied
upon.

Art looked at his daughter with surprise too. There was something
different about her today ... but he couldn't figure out what it was.
She was getting more beautiful everyday, he thought ... and it pained
him to see the resemblance to both his wife and to Dorothy. Yes, the
family strain was very strong. And with something akin to panic, it
occurred to Art that one day in the not too distant future, his little
girl, now only thirteen, would be moaning under some bastard like
himself, having the time of her life probably, while some creep fucked
the stuffing out of her! He got up and went to the stove to fetch the
coffee pot, trying to tell himself what a damn fool he was for getting
so excited about something that A, couldn't be helped and B, was a long
way off. But somehow, he couldn't erase the uneasy feeling and worse, he
had a distinct image in his mind ... a full blown color photo ... of
what little Lee would look like, panting and squirming while her little
cunt was filled to the belly by some massive prick!

Abruptly, he left the kitchen without saying a word to either of the
children. He went into the hall closet and got out his plaid hunter's
jacket. It was October and although there were still a few warm days
hawking back to summer, today was definitely looking toward the hard
winter that had been promised for the entire Eastern Seaboard. He wasn't
sure just where he was going, but he knew he had to get out of the
house. The combination of what had happened with Dot last night and what
he'd just dreamed up about his daughter was just too much for him to
take. He figured he'd walk around for a while and then maybe go down to
the lodge and watch the game on TV ... maybe a couple of the fellow
would show and he would go a few rounds of stud poker.

"See you later, kids!" he called as he started out the door. "Don't
forget your chores!"

Lee and Joe stared at each other. Lee was bursting to tell him about
Daddy and Aunt Dot ... but something held her back. She really needed
the right atmosphere ... the right circumstances to disclose her big
secret. She felt ravenously hungry and very adult. The mysteries of life
were opening up to her and she was more than equal to them. She felt
strong and proud ... invincible really ... it wasn't every day that a
kid found out such an earth shaking secret ... and she felt doubly
blessed. After all, she could have just happened to come upon them
kissing ... whereas what they'd been doing in the den was very far
removed from that mild form of affection!

She looked up at her brother with a new fire in her eyes, trying to
convey to him her new knowledge without actually using words ... but all
that Joe could see in her eyes was the reflection of his own
desire-wracked face. He wanted to touch her ... to touch her between the
legs just the way she had been touching herself ... that would be simple
enough ... he had seen well enough what she'd done and he knew that he
would be able to repeat it gesture for gesture.

"What are you going to do today?" Lee asked suddenly, still staring at
him strangely.

"Oh ... I don't know ... fool around I guess ... what are you going to
do?"

"... Dunno ... watch Bandstand on TV later, maybe ... you wanna watch
with me?"

"... Sure..." Joe replied shyly. Any other time he would have told his
sister she was crazy and gone out to play tackle football with the guys
the way he usually did. But today, he felt that he couldn't afford to
pass up any opportunity to be with the hot young creature who just
happened to be his sister too. Besides, he figured if he hung around her
long enough, she'd tell him what she'd seen.

"I'm gonna work on my model plane in the basement, anyway ... we could
watch down there..."

"It's a date!" Lee cried, leaping up from the table. She took a big
bunch of grapes from the ice box and cradling them in her bare hands,
headed for the living room. Joe sat perfectly still, watching her walk
away from him. She swayed when she walked. Had she always done that? He
didn't think so ... but then he'd never watched his sister walk away
from him before either. He watched her all the way into the living room
until he saw her plunk herself down on the sofa, picking up a
confessions magazine as she did so. The image of her full, yet compactly
small buttocks remained engraved on his mind. He'd like to touch them
too, he thought. He wondered if she would let him? He knew that in the
past whenever he had wanted to do something and she hadn't, he had
always won out ... but this was another matter entirely, and most of the
self-confidence he normally felt with his sister had been completely
undermined.

Confused, he cleared the table, realizing that Lee had no intentions of
doing the dishes and that any chores that they had to do would no doubt
be left until the very last minute. He piled the cups and saucers and
bowls in the sink and then decided to go outside for a while. Looking at
the wall clock, he saw that they had a full hour before Bandstand was
due to come on. Somehow, it seemed such a long time to wait for what he
had begun to think of as the cozy date that he had with his sister in
the basement. But in another way, when he thought about it in a certain
light, it seemed only seconds away and he hoped to prolong the time just
as any child on the verge of adulthood has moments when he innately
senses that there are some things far better about remaining a child.

The air was crisp when Joe stepped outside the door, aware that Lee was
watching him from the living room sofa. He casually closed the door
behind him and began to button up his thick school sweater, the one with
the letter he got for wrestling, on the back in steel and garnet, the
school colors. He had always thought that steel and garnet were pretty
crummy names for what was really ugly maroon and battleship gray, but
the letter was a great symbol of his manhood and he was proud of it.

Looking up at the sky, he saw dark storm clouds gathering to the east,
and he presumed that it was already raining out over the ocean. He
decided that a short walk to the basketball court at the corner would
give him something to occupy his time and he set off in that direction.
As he walked, the yellow maple leaves were being whipped off the trees,
to fall in damp clumps on the cement below his feet. Everything in
nature was echoing what he was feeling inside. When he got to the
corner, he threw a few baskets with the guys who were there and then
growing bored quickly, he returned home. He kept thinking of his younger
sister, Lee, and her little golden pussy...

Using his key, he let himself in and was surprised to find that she was
nowhere in sight. It was almost time for the program to come on!
Hurrying to the basement door, he was elated to hear the sound of the
television set blaring from below. Hastily, he clamored down the wooden
steps. She was sitting on the floor on the braided straw rug that had
been there ever since they could remember. He noticed that she had
changed into a pair of white shorts so tight fitting around her hips
that he wondered just how she could breath in them. He found himself
breathing hard as he sat down next to her after bringing over one of his
models for a final adjustment before it would be ready to fly.

"Hi!" Lee said casually, keeping her eyes glued to the screen. Joe
looked at her, wondering if he had imagined everything that happened
last night. She looked totally innocent of ever having had a lewd
thought in her life.

On the blurred screen of the old TV set, teenaged couples could be seen
dancing with each other to the latest hits. Joe wasn't very interested
in seeing the gyrating couples but he did find himself appraising some
of the better looking girls in a new light. He was looking at them as
potential young pieces of tail...

"WOW!" he thought, when he realized what he was thinking. His sister's
presence next to him was warm and quiet. She seemed completely engrossed
in the program. Several times he thought she was going to say something
and then was disappointed when she remained silent. He found himself
getting more and more excited and once when his arm brushed against hers
he felt the hairs on his neck standing on end. She jumped about a mile
and he began to suspect that she was just as nervous as he was. He
decided to take the upper hand during a commercial.

"How'd you sleep last night?" he asked slyly, amazed at his own
boldness.

His sister looked at him curiously and answered, "OK, I guess..." And
then as an afterthought, "how'd you sleep?"

Joe looked directly into her eyes and saw something like embarrassment
there. And yet, Lee continued to meet his gaze defiantly. He coughed and
looked down at the model plane in his hands.

"... not so good..." he croaked his answer. There was a long pause and
then he added breathlessly, "I ... uh ... kept hearing things..."

Lee stirred beside him and said nothing.

"... and seeing things!" Joe added for good measure, No sense in backing
down now!

His sister looked at him now, realizing that Joe had seen her nocturnal
vigil in the hall. She realized that he had probably seen everything and
after a few moments of severe discomfort, she finally mustered up her
bravado and smiled.

"Did you enjoy what you saw?" she asked, her small pointed tongue
lingering a bit on her lips before she tucked it back into her mouth.

Joe's cock leapt to attention, pressing upwards. God, would it ever stay
down again?

"... yea..." he answered, "very much..."

A force field had grown up between them and Joe suddenly pushed his
model plane away. He felt as though every word they were saying was of
some historical value, so important did it all seem. He could feel them
drawing nearer, to each other and nearer to the recognition of many
secret things.

Lee's hand suddenly moved upward and touched his cheek. He felt as
though her fingers were burning a hole in his face and squirmed a
little, but not so much as to make her move her hand away. He didn't
quite know how it happened, but seconds later he simply leaned forward
and kissed her. At first he kissed her tentatively on the cheek, but
then he was shocked to feel her hands drawing him closer to her ...
forcing his mouth hard against her softly giving lips. To his own
surprise, he found himself drawing back, trying to get away.

"No ... no, Sis ... we shouldn't ... I mean..."

"Oh, Joe, there's nothing wrong with kissing!" his younger sister
answered, her blue eyes shining. But nevertheless, Joe saw that her
lower lip was trembling and that she seemed on the verge of tears.
Outside there was a rumble of thunder and moments later, wind and rain
began to splatter against the small basement window.

"I ... I saw you last night..." Joe blurted out as though this direct
statement would clear the air between them. But Lee only leaned forward
again and placed her lips on his, this time sticking her tongue out so
that it wet his lips and poked between them, seeking entrance to his
mouth. Joe kept his eyes wide open, aware of the television blasting
nonsense words in the background and the storm outside. Strange streaks
of excitement whirled round inside him, emanating from his lips and
continuing throughout his body down to where his youthful penis jerked
spontaneously below.

At last the kiss was over.

"Joe, would you like to touch me?" Lee asked. Her voice sounded low and
urgent and Joe remembered his earlier thought of wanting to touch her
... his fantasy of making her go through with it. But now, she was the
aggressor and he... God, why was he acting so dumb! He struggled
inwardly against his reticence wishing to appear knowledgeable to his
younger sister ... but all he could do was stammer out a series of
unintelligible sounds in answer to her request.

When Joe did nothing further but remain sitting there close beside her
on the floor, his arm touching hers, Lee smiled reassuringly up at him
and said, "Here ... give me your hand."

Her hand felt cool and very small in his as she picked it up and placed
it at the opening of her loose blouse. Closing her eyes half-way and
sighing a little, she gave it a little push into the interior of the
material. Joe's fingers encountered the creamy young flesh of her neck
and then, naturally continuing downward, across the even textured skin.
When his hand came to a stop just before reaching the faint rise of the
top of her breast, Lee prompted him.

"Go on ... go on ... a little bit more..."

Joe felt like a time bomb about to explode, but he let his hand be
guided still deeper into the mysterious cavern of her throat. Then the
tips of his fingers were brushing the gently rising mound of tenderness
that formed her right breast. HE HAD NEVER FELT ANYTHING SO SOFT! He
knew that his own skin was not nearly so smooth and he was prompted to
wonder if all women were like that ... perhaps even Aunt Dot! The very
thought of his Aunt made him start to shake, but at the same time his
desire doubled instantly, giving him the courage he lacked. He reached
out and cupped the entire mound of his sister's ripe young breast in his
trembling hand. In his palm pulsed the rubbery tip of her nipple! It
felt very odd and undeniably exciting. His fingers came together to
twist the firm bud of flesh and as he did so, he felt her wiggle and
squirm a little.

"Ooooooohhh..." she sighed, leaning forward to kiss him again, "...
ooooohhhhhh..."

Joe recalled in vivid detail how Lee had teased her own breasts the
night before and began in earnest to attempt to recreate the experience
she had given herself. He felt driven now, and he knew that he would
need little guidance from that moment on. As she quivered with pleasure
beneath his touches, a sense of power rose in him and he knew for the
first time, the purely masculine joy of pleasing a girl. It was a heady
feeling and one which gained complete control of him, making him lose
track of the time and the place. He even forgot that Lee was his sister.
It didn't seem to matter really. With her lips so wet and open, playing
on his, her tongue thrust deep in his mouth, he could hardly think at
all! What mattered was that he was a boy and she a girl ... a more than
willing girl at that! And as the delicious moments passed, he found
himself becoming more and more agitated. His hand ground down upon the
delicacy of her breasts now going from one to the other with feverish
speed, and as he returned her fervent kisses, he pushed them both back
upon the rug.

"Joe ... oh, Joe..." Lee murmured between kisses, "... do me ... do me
like you saw me do last night ... please!"

Lee felt as though everything was coming apart. She felt light and airy
and totally receptive as little shivers took hold of her at her slightly
older brother's strong caresses. From the moment he had first hinted
about seeing her last night, she had felt a burning heat in her loins
and urgent desires for him to touch her. It had seemed like nothing
could stop her from making that wish come true. Her nipples felt
sensitive and red but the pain was even more wonderful than the pleasure
as she urged him to continue. She was lying flat on her back now looking
up at him. His boyish face was a mask of desire and just looking at him
made her squirm with lust. He was lying on his side beside her and she
lifted her arms up to draw him over her.

"Yeesssssss..." she hissed as his body molded over hers.
"Yeeeeesssssss..."

"L ... L ... Lee ..." Joe stammered. "Are ... are you sure?"

"Oh, yes ... I'm sure ... like last night ... just like what you saw yes
... yes ... yes..."

Joe's hand fumbled forward and downward. He could hardly breathe
correctly and sometimes he found he was holding his breath and other
times panting lewdly. His hand traveled down along her belly and he felt
her lifting up to undo the back of her shorts. Her pelvis bumped up
against his and he felt his hard, incited young cock digging through all
the layers of material into her stomach.

Lee felt it prod just as she undid the zipper on her shorts and she
gulped. She hurriedly and awkwardly tried to pull the shorts down and
Joe found himself helping her. Bit by bit the brief pants peeled down
and it was clear that she was naked underneath them. Down, down over her
young, but already rounding hips, and pale white loins ... revealing her
bellybutton and the naked expanse of her flat stomach ... then the same
golden patch of light triangular fuzz that he had spied last night ...
only now it was so very near ... came into view! 

Joe swallowed the excess saliva that seemed to have accumulated in his
mouth as Lee kicked off her shorts. His hands resumed an ardent
manipulation of his sister's pliant young breasts. Wave after wave of
hot passion overwhelmed him as his fingers ran harshly and then lightly
over her young girlish titties. He was enjoying them like a child with
new toys on Christmas morning. His other hand lingered at the tiny
hollow of her navel scarcely daring to move on. It seemed that it would
stay there forever when suddenly, Lee whispered, "Let's play a game..."
His sister's entire lower torso was undulating now beneath his hand and
he was lying half on her and half on the floor.

"What kind of game?" he asked, his prick aching, balls tingling.

"Let's pretend..." Her hand was on his ... the one on her belly ... and
she began to move it down along the satiny naked flesh.

"Do you think I'm pretty ...?" Lee said changing the subject, almost
timid now.

"What game?" Joe almost shouted. Everything was just too much for him
now and he was suddenly unaccountably angry. The slowness with which his
hand inched toward the tousled blondeness of her moist little pussy was
almost unendurable but he was powerless to make it go faster, to give
his hand a will of its own.

"You pretend I'm someone else ... anyone ... like a movie star ... or
... or ... just anyone you like a lot ... and I'll do the same ... and
after ... after we'll tell each other..."

Joe never got a chance to answer his sister's question as at that very
moment, his hand found itself entangled within the wetness of the
hair-fringed opening of her small palpitating pussy.

And as far as he was concerned it wasn't Lee he was touching ... he was
playing her game all right ... and he wasn't touching his sister's cunt
at all ... it was Aunt Dot's! She too would be blonde down there and she
would feel just like that. The wet slit opened at the slightest touch of
his fingers as he let them dip into the soft fleshiness of the
fuzz-lined lips. She was rolling on the floor, her pussy squirming from
side to side, making his fingers touch every seeping bit of it ... from
the top of the tiny tip of flesh that sprang back beneath his prodding
to the deep well-like clefts, the protruding inner lips ... then down
below to the tiny throbbing hole!

Unbelievably, he felt a totally unexpected touch on his groin. Lee was
fumbling at his fly, searching for the zipper. With accumulating desire,
he felt her pull it all the way down and then she reached inside to
fondle his hot raging penis, She pulled on it and it sprang out, bobbing
like a fish out of water. Lee's voice reverberated softly in the
basement room.

"Oh, darling ... darling Daddy..."

Joe was shocked, but the sudden knowledge that Daddy was the person Lee
was imaging was enormously stimulating and he felt his cock leap in her
warm caressing palm. He renewed his fervent touches, no longer ashamed
to be imagining his beautiful Aunt now that he knew the full extent of
his sister's imagination, but letting himself slip evermore completely
into his fantasy as surely as his fingers dug wetly between her hot
young thighs.

As his fingers worked firmly within the confines of the tiny slippery
hole between her legs, Joe had another moment of indecision. THIS IS
WRONG ... VERY WRONG! But just as the thought flashed across his mind, a
vision of his Aunt's face superimposed across Lee's and simultaneously,
she pushed his foreskin all the way down to the base of his now raging
penis.

"Oh, God ... ohohohohohoh ... it's wonderful ... don't stop ... don't
stop..." He felt a thick tension building up inside him. His cock in his
sister's hand, letting the tiny drops of pre-cum slide down on her
fingers, caressing the thick head, slipping rapidly up and down.

"Daddy ... oh, Daddy..." Lee moaned, her voice sounding as though she
were in a coma ... coming as if from the bottom of a well. She was in
heaven. It felt wickedly good ... so good to have the double joy of her
brother's frantic hand at her lustful cunt and the bitter-sweet dream
that that hand belonged to her father. She could hear the obscene beat
of one of the most popular new songs still playing on the television and
Joe's middle finger seemed to be manipulating her virgin flesh in time
to it! No one else had ever touched her before and she realized how much
greater the pleasure was than when she used her own hands. She held onto
her brother's penis, instinctively doing the right thing and learning
from his reactions just what he liked best. She could feel the hard
ragged weave of the straw rug on her moving buttocks and Joe's fingers
on her breasts and her blonde cunt felt magical. Her whole body writhed
uncontrollably on the basement floor as she parted her legs wide to
accept the welcome intrusion of her father's ... yes, it was her own
dear Daddy's hands. She clutched at the hard prick in her hand with
great urgency while pushing her hips up so that the fingers could smooth
deeply within the folds of her tight young pussy. She felt a sudden
madness as her loins began to tingle with a growing sense of complete
abandon. There was nothing else in the world but this wonderful sex ...
and she vowed silently through her passion to devote herself to it from
then on.

Joe's fingers strained to gain entrance to his younger sister's cuntal
aperture pushing at the tiny vaginal slit that he had so recently
discovered. He thought he was going to cum, but remembering the night
before, he realized that Lee had not yet responded completely as she had
done in her final agony on the hall floor. It was hard, but he tried to
restrain himself, all the while pushing his finger upward against the
tight opening at the base of Aunt Dot's pussy.

"MMMMMmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm..." Lee moaned. "OOOOOHHHHHHHHHH Daddy ...
do it ... do it to meeeeeee..." she begged, gasping. She was coming near
to orgasm as Joe's finger gave a last push and entered the minute
vaginal channel, sliding halfway up inside the incredible wet warmth.
Lee's body became something no longer kin to human. She was twisting and
turning, grinding her teeth, opening her small well-formed thighs
outward and then rapidly closing them in, vise-like on his churning
hand.

"OH, GOD! OH, YES! OH! OH DADDY! IIIIIIIIIIII..." Lee fell back still
under the lascivious control of her brother's finger, her little pussy
convulsing wildly as delight surged through her sensitive nerve endings.
She saw flashes of light behind her closed eyes and thought she was
blacking out. The pink flanges of her pussy gratefully responded to
Joe's rapid finger fucking, shivering with a new torment as her virgin
vagina was penetrated deeper and deeper by his probing digit.

Automatically, her hand jerked back and forth on Joe's cock, pulling the
loose foreskin upward savagely as she rolled beneath the effects of her
orgasm. The tip of his cock appeared one last time before he threw his
head back and gave out a short sharp cry. His semen began to spurt
unevenly at first and then a thick long stream flooded forth from his
jerking cock. His balls were dancing as they let loose their fluids,
relieved to be rid of their hot searing contents. Joe looked down and
seemed to see Aunt Dot's face once again ... seemed to feel her orgasmic
fluids seeping around his fingers and as his sperm fell across the naked
belly of the young girl beneath him, he saw his Aunt's creamy nudity,
the light downy fuzz that led a straight path down her stomach toward
the hot little spot down between her quivering legs.

Lee groaned as the last dregs of her orgasm spun through her. She lay as
though thrown on the floor from a great distance, her legs crooked, body
twisted ... only the lower half of her completely naked ... her upper
torso still covered by her crumpled blouse. In her ears she still heard
her own cries as well as Joe's.

"Aunt Dot..." he'd cried out. "Aunt Dot!", just before he fell over her
in a crumpled heap.

And as she felt his finger twitch a little, still snuggled deep inside
the velvet sheath between her thighs, a plan was already beginning to
form in her mind.


Chapter 4


"Yes, right away, Art ... You've got to come over right away!"

"But what ... what about Nick? ... I mean..."

"Art, please! ... this is an emergency! Nick will probably just go
upstairs to bed once you get here ... I can't go out of the house
tonight ... I'm too frightened!"

"Okay, Dot ... I'll be right over!" Art hung up the phone, scratching
his head. What on earth was wrong with Dot? He hadn't heard from her
since the night two weeks before when they'd made such beautiful love in
the den. He hadn't called her, not wanting to push anything. And now,
suddenly this phone call from her! He went to the hall closet and got
out his top coat. Joe and Lee were sitting in the living room ... Joe
working on one of his planes and Lee reading one of those damned romance
magazines she was always into. 

They both looked up at him expectantly and he wondered how much of his
phone conversation had been overheard.

"Be back in a while ... may be late ... so don't wait up," he called to
them. "Got to go over to Aunt Dot's." He just left it at that and
started toward the door, distressed and worried about what Dot's problem
could be.

"Sure, Dad ... don't worry about us. We'll be fine!"

"Yes, Daddy..." Lee joined in. "Have a nice evening!" she called out
sweetly.

After the door had closed, she and Joe looked at each other and then
they both burst out laughing. Joe raced to the couch where Lee was
sitting and flinging himself down, embraced his sister lovingly. 

"It won't be long now!" he shouted, excitement brimming over in his
voice.

"Yes ... soon we'll both have what we want the most!"

"Then will you let me do it to you?" Joe asked, his hand already rising
beneath his blonde sister's abbreviated skirt. As his fingers tickled
her naked thighs and approached her waiting young pussy, in his mind he
was rereading the note that he and Lee had compiled after several days
of plotting and planning in the basement.

*     *     *

With a trembling hand, Dorothy showed Art the note. They were in her
kitchen and her husband Nick was sitting alone in the living room. Art
had followed her out, ostensibly to assist her with making drinks and
sandwiches. And now, beneath the glaring light of the ultra modern
kitchen, he read the note that was composed solely of letters clipped
from newspapers.

WE KNOW ABOUT YOU AND YOUR

BROTHER IN LAW IF YOU DONT

WANT YOUR HUSBAND TO KNOW

COME TO THE OLD SHACK IN FAIR-

MOUNT PARK TUESDAY AT 8:30.

COME ALONE OR ELSE!

Beneath this were directions for getting to the place mentioned and a
repetition of the demand that she come alone.

Art turned the paper over and examined it carefully. It was plain typing
paper ... the kind that can be bought in any dime store; and nowhere was
there any clue as to who the sender might be. Tersely he asked Dorothy
how the note had arrived and when she replied that it had arrived in the
morning's mail, he asked to see the envelope ... all in the same tense
voice. Dorothy produced the envelope from a pocket in her dress and Art
saw that there was nothing there either to distinguish the letter.

"What should we do?" Dot asked, her voice a raspy whisper. "I've been
going half out of my mind ... Oh, Art, I can't stand it ... who could it
be ... and what could they want? ... Do you think it's money?"

"It usually is in something like this..." Art answered grimly.

"Art ... what if they were to tell Nick ... How do you think they know
when ... how ...?"

"How would I know?" Art almost shouted, annoyed by her repeated
questions. "The important thing is that they do know!"

"Hey in there!" the voice came from the living room. "How's about
something to drink out here ... or don't I count in this house these
days?"

Dorothy's face turned pale and she hurriedly began throwing ice into
glasses.

"Coming right away, Nick!" Then in a whisper, she added to Art. "Oh, Art
I don't think I could stand it if Nick were to find out ... he'd make my
life even more miserable than it is now!"

"In addition to that, good old Nick has the pull to have me fired from
my job in a split second ... and given the right circumstances, I think
he'd be just nasty enough to do it!" Art stuffed the note and the
envelope in his pocket and began to rifle about in the refrigerator
finding some ham and cheese, he threw it onto a plate that Dorothy
handed to him. She added some rye bread and a jar of mustard and placing
it on a tray with a couple of knives, they started toward the swinging
door.

"Don't worry ... I'll think of something ... we have two days until
Tuesday. Meet me downtown tomorrow at Wanamaker's in front of the Eagle
at noon ... we'll have lunch and try to figure this thing out!"

"What about the police? Do you think..."

"Are you kidding?" Art interrupted her. He watched Dorothy frown
nervously and start through the door with the tray. He couldn't help
wanting to grab hold of her then and there and kiss her ... and so he
did. Encumbered as she was by the tray she was holding, she couldn't
offer much resistance, but she tried nonetheless to get away,
whispering,

"Art please ... how can you at a time like this!"

"I don't care, Dot ... I've been thinking about nothing but you since
that night." He lifted his hand and let it brush against her breast and
watched her stiffen. Her eyelids fluttered and her face reddened and Art
knew he had gotten through to her.

"You too, eh?" he asked, smiling.

Dorothy pushed out the door and into the living room where Nick sat
waiting in his big overstuffed chair.

"Been having some kind of family conference?" Nick asked looking at both
of them. He was in his early fifties, already completely gray. It was
clear that he had once been a good-looking man and only his pot belly
and his sour disposition kept him from still being one.

Dorothy smiled nervously and placed the tray of drinks on the coffee
table. She hoped that Nick didn't suspect anything. It was hard to tell.
He was always sarcastic and terse, no matter what the circumstances ...
and Dorothy felt at the end of her rope. Art had been right, she'd been
thinking of him night and day, those last two weeks, and what was worse,
her body seemed to crave his touch. Her days had passed slowly and
painfully since she had given in that night in the den and Nick's ill
humor didn't help matters any.

He always accused her of being an idle housewife ... and she supposed he
was right. It seemed especially true since she now had Art in her life.
She was nothing but a common adulterous housewife! It didn't seem to
make any difference that Nick was an absolutely impossible man to live
with ... ignoring her most of the time and when he wasn't ignoring her,
insulting her! She couldn't help looking at him now on this disturbing
evening ... and comparing him to Art who sat across from her. What a
contrast!

She overheard the two men discussing the construction business and then
she blocked out the sound of their voices, preferring to look ahead to
the next day's lunch when she was confident that Art would find a
solution to their dilemma. Imagine her, Dorothy Rogers, receiving a
blackmail note! It was like something in one of those soap operas she
sometimes watched on TV ... only this time it was real! Even with the
terrible knowledge that someone else ... probably more than one person
since the note had said "we" knew about her indiscretion with Art. Had
someone been watching through the living room window that night? she
wondered. Or had they been spied upon that earlier time when she had let
Art kiss her in her own garden! The idea of some awful person or
persons, watching her in such an intimate, illicit moment sent chills,
of terror through her.

*     *     *

Lee and Joe hurried home from school on Tuesday. They both felt
breathless and keyed up about the audacious plan they had devised for
that evening. They rushed inside the house and down to the basement
which was their domain. A kinship stronger than blood bound them
recently and neither did or thought anything important without telling
the other. Singly, each was a somewhat reticent youngster ... together,
by egging each other on, they became devilish master planners, giving
each other the courage to go beyond the limits of fantasy ... bringing
out all the strange thoughts in their minds to a world of stark reality.
Ever since Lee had told Joe about Daddy and Aunt Dot, the two of them
had been plotting and scheming, trying to think of some way to achieve
the perverted ends each desired.

To them it seemed natural that they should be allowed to taste the same
forbidden fruits so freely sampled by their father and aunt. Not knowing
that the meeting Lee had overseen was the first of its kind, they
imagined that the two of them had been carrying on for some time ... and
mixed with their newly aroused licentious interest was a perverse
delight in punishing their elders.

Joe looked across at his sister now ... she was readying the blindfolds
they had made from their father's old socks, testing them once more to
make sure they were strong enough. Joe was leafing through the marital
sex manual once more and he felt his penis tense with anticipation of
the night's adventures. He and Lee had made love many times since that
first rainy afternoon in the basement, but Lee had always insisted that
it be the same way. She was saving herself, she told him ... saving
herself for Daddy first! It was hard for him to keep from begging her
over and over again to allow him to go all the way. Because now he
wanted to ... wanted to desperately ... even with the thought of seeing
Aunt Dot ... he could see Lee's slender legs outstretched and between
them, the nylon covered patch of her panties that covered her blond,
fuzz-covered young pussy.

"Lee..." he called. "Come here a minute..."

Lee looked up at him and recognized in her brother's eyes the familiar
spark of lust that she'd seen so often recently. It instantly kindled an
answering signal within her loins. Her handsome older brother had become
such an expert at titillating and teasing her tiny cunt! She scrambled
to her feet and approached him, beginning to slip out of her white
panties as she walked. When she reached him, they formed a tight stretch
of flimsy white nylon dropped down around her ankles. Still sitting
down, Joe reached out and helped her step out of them and let his hands
run up along her smooth calves, continuing slowly and with great
deliberation until he reached the area just below her excitedly
quivering pussy. By picking up her skirt, he could look directly up into
the rose and gold slit between her creamy thighs.

"Oh, God..." he murmured and licked his lips between her legs. "I can
hardly wait until tonight!"

*     *     *

The night was cool and dark as there was no moon at all. It was a
perfect night for lovers, but Art and Dorothy didn't even think of that
as they hurried through the quiet streets toward the park. Dorothy wore
a lightweight coat dress and a small handbag was clutched in her hand.
Art held onto her arm tightly and they both were absolutely silent. They
had already done all the talking they could stand ... examining the
problem from as many aspects as they could, and finally Dorothy's
proposal had prevailed. In spite of Art's objections, she had decided
that she would go to the old workman's shack in the park as the note had
demanded. When Art insisted upon going with her, she reminded him of the
terms of the note. She was not afraid for her life ... all they wanted
surely was money. She would either have to convince them that they were
mistaken ... once she found out how much they knew ... or dig up the
money somewhere, somehow. She had some savings, she had told Art earlier
during lunch.

"What kind of guy do you think I am?" Art had asked. "This whole thing
is my fault anyway ... if any money is involved, I'll be the one to get
it up!"

Dorothy had remained silent after this, never mentioning the money again
for fear of hurting his pride. She often wished that she and Art could
have met under different circumstances ... instead of being directly
linked to each other as family ... if only they had been two strangers
... free and unencumbered, meeting and recognizing each other at a
party, perhaps. She often fantasized how it would have been if it had
been she that Art had married and not her sister Betty.

She thought of this now as they scurried past the iron railing that
bordered the park on the east ... this and of Joe, her son.

A shiver went through her as she heard Art mumbling next to her and felt
an additional pressure of his hand on her arm.

"By God, Dot. If anything happens to you..."

"Don't be silly! Nothing's going to happen to me. You wait for me right
here ... right at the entrance and you'll see ... I won't be very long."

"If you're not back in an hour ... I'm coming in."

"Fine," Dot said nervously. What could possibly take her an hour? She
began to feel her legs growing weak and she wondered if she really had
the nerve to go through with it. But then a glance at her watch told her
that she had to hurry. And impulsively she threw her arms around her
brother-in-law and kissed him hard on the mouth. Art put his arms around
her waist, drawing her soft body close to his and forced the kiss into a
longer duration than Dot had planned. She could feel his hard cock
rising against her belly where it pressed against his. Something stirred
inside her and she had the same old fantasy ... if only it were all
simple ... she and Art together, husband and wife ... no blackmail ...
no problems. If only it were simple! She wanted to go lie down with him
somewhere right then ... perhaps under a tree in the park ... to lie
down with him and let him fuck her the way he had the other night ...
the way a man was meant to fuck a woman!

But even as she was thinking this, she was pulling away from him. She
let him hold onto her hand a brief second longer and saw the words
forming on his lips just before she turned into the park.

"I love you, honey..." he said. "remember, I love you ... and..."

For some reason, Dot was afraid of what he was going to add and she put
a finger on her lips, blowing him a kiss with it and turned to hurry
into the dark sylvan glades that made up this section of the park.

*     *     *

Joe and Lee were waiting ... not inside the well preserved little shack
that many kids played in during the day, but just outside. They hid
behind a large tree trunk, both trembling with fear and apprehension.
Joe looked at the waterproof wrist watch he had gotten for Christmas
from Aunt Dot. It was almost time. He held onto Lee, who was standing in
front of him, her tight little buttocks pushing neatly into his groin.
They were both dressed in army surplus clothes they had bought with
their allowance money. Old baggy pants and thick black wool sweaters. In
his pocket, Joe had the gags and blindfolds they had devised. His hands
trembled as they rose up along his sister's compact torso beneath her
sweater. Her smooth skin was naked beneath the wool as his fingers
reached the already hard nipples that formed small peaks at the tips of
her shapely little breasts and he began to nervously twist them. He
heard Lee moan and felt her twist a little and then thrust her buttocks
back against his rising penis. A few seconds later, they heard footsteps
approaching and they knew Aunt Dot was coming. They watched her in the
darkness, her blonde hair glowing with what seemed to be a light of its
own as she approached the cabin. Joe and Lee gave each other one last
squeeze and began to creep toward her, keeping themselves under cover at
all times. When they saw her tentatively enter the open door, bending
over a little because the entrance way was so small ... they suddenly
leapt forward!


Chapter 5


Dorothy tried to scream when she felt the hands grabbing her from the
back, but two hands clamped over her mouth while other hands quickly
adjusted a blindfold to her eyes. She heard herself making muffled
sounds ... frantic cries for help that came out nothing like the panicky
shrill shrieks she was trying to make. She realized that she was being
hustled into the cabin, pushed from behind ... and the shuffle of feet
and the hands that she felt told her that there was more than one person
there ... at least two ... maybe three! She thought she was going to
faint then and there ... but some sense of self preservation kept her
conscious. If she was going to be physically harmed, she had to remain
as alert as possible, to try to do anything possible to stop it!

Her reassuring words to Art echoed in her brain ... and she realized
just how foolish she had been to attempt this alone. As she felt herself
being lowered ... to the floor? ... with a surprising gentleness, she
began to sob as best she could with the gag covering her mouth. Being
unable to see was terrifying and she was sure now that she was involved
with maniacs of some sort. What was going to happen to her? She wanted
to plead with them ... to tell them she would do anything if only they
wouldn't harm her ... but the gag kept her from being able to
communicate with her attackers. Absurdly, she wished that she had had a
drink or two before this dreadful night had started. As she lay back on
what seemed a soft enough surface, she was puzzled as nothing further
happened. She sensed the presence of others in what she knew was a small
room, but she didn't know how near or far away they were. Suddenly she
tried to get up ... there were no ropes binding her. Perhaps she could
get away! As she began to scramble to her feet, she felt herself being
firmly pushed back to the ground.

"We're not going to hurt you," a strange voice said. it sounded as if it
were being muffled in some way ... and yet there was something familiar
about it ... something she couldn't quite place.

Dorothy gulped and trembled. She felt so helpless ... so useless! 

The voice continued ... was it the same one? She couldn't be sure.

"We intend to keep your little secret ... about you and your
brother-in-law ... you know..."

Dorothy was panic stricken. She felt guilty enough as it was about her
feelings for Art without having it drummed home to her in this hideous
way. It was almost like some form of punishment ... and even though she
had been shocked when she'd received the anonymous note, it had in some
way seemed to be a product of her inner psyche. Hadn't she known all
along that she would be punished for her unbridled lust for her dead
sister's husband?

"We have photographs..."

Photographs! The word exploded in Dorothy's mind. How could they
possibly ... and what of ... unless ... through the living room window!
She recalled her obscenely splayed legs on the sofa that night ... her
rapture as Art's knowing fingers played teasingly between her thighs.
Yes, she supposed someone could have taken a picture of that. It was
possible, she thought with a sinking feeling. She had succumbed like a
slut to her body's desires ... quickly, without even thinking about it
she had been overwhelmed and her own baby boy, Joe, had been sleeping in
one of the next rooms! Well, now she was getting her just desserts
alright! She just wished they would hurry and tell her what they wanted
from her. She would agree ... scrape together any amount of money, ...
never see her darling Art again except in the most innocent
circumstances ... anything ... anything!

"If you will cooperate ... we will destroy them..."

It was definitely a different voice this time, coming from the right.
She tried to be observant ... she might have to remember all of this
later. She remembered movies she had seen during which the blindfolded
detective was able to tell just where the criminals had taken him from
certain sounds ... certain clues. But she didn't seem to be able to
concentrate properly ... she was too afraid ... too upset.

"IF you cooperate..." the voice continued.

Violently, Dorothy shook her head yes ... up and down ... yes ... yes
... anything ... she thought.

"Good!" the voice said. There was a pause. "First then, we will remove
your clothes."

Dorothy jumped and automatically her hands crossed her breasts as though
this futile gesture would protect her. She shook her head no just as
violently as she had said yes before and tried once more to escape but
she was forced back down once again and the mere touch of the alien hand
now was enough to send her cringing back to the floor. She began to sob
again, completely undone. How could this possibly be happening to her!
She was going to be raped by complete strangers! The thought made her
entire body tremble and shake all over and she felt as though she were
going to lose all control of her senses. But instead, she just lay there
cringing into what felt like blankets beneath her on the wooden floor,
horrifying visions of what was to come filling her head.

"Don't worry..." a voice said, and it sounded almost kind. "We won't do
anything to hurt you!"

From the other side the slightly higher-toned voice added,

"You wouldn't want old Nick to see the photos, would you ... and the
rest of the neighborhood as well!"

The very thought made Dorothy want to disappear into the floor. If only
she could somehow become invisible just to get up and walk out of there.
If only she were somewhere miles away ... beyond reach ... out of sight
of her lewd tormentors! But she wasn't and she couldn't help visualizing
her husband Nick looking at the photographs of her and her
brother-in-law ... no doubt her face would have betrayed all of the
acute ecstasy she'd felt. No doubt they were clear, color photographs,
the kind that formed the center stories in Life magazine. Every detail
of her lewd adultery would be clear! Her marriage would be ruined ...
Art's job gone ... her reputation as the proper Mrs. Nicholas Rogers
shattered. Well, there wasn't much left of her marriage anyway, but she
couldn't let Art be ruined. How would he support the children while he
searched for another job? The children! The children were bound to find
out ... someone would tell them ... she was sure of that ... there were
enough malicious people in the world who would make sure that the
children knew just what happened. Oh God, she had no choice! No choice.
Only to give in to them ... their evil dirty hands on her body ...
forcing her ... touching her intimately ...! She shuddered on the floor
... shuddered and started to slowly shake her head yes ... shamefully
... up and down ... yes ... yes. For Art's sake ... for her own sake ...
and most of all she would submit for the children's sake!

Joe glanced at his sister. Lee was breathing hard through the
handkerchief she was using to disguise her voice ... and he could see
that her eyes were gleaming with excitement. She returned his gaze and
Joe knew that the time had come. Below them on the floor lay the one
woman who had occupied most of his dreams for the past year and maybe
even more. Ever since he could remember, Aunt Dot had been someone
special to him ... even more special than his mother had been when she
was alive, although he had never admitted that to himself before this
moment! He didn't know just what it was ... but it just was! Aunt Dot
too, had always seemed to return his special feelings ... when she
looked at him, Joe always knew that it was with great love ... and he
didn't know how to describe it ... something special.

Now Joe bent down toward the woman who was in reality his mother. He
touched her foot and saw her involuntarily draw her leg away. Lee spoke
through her handkerchief.

"You will cooperate!"

Dorothy felt two small hot palms slowly push her knees apart. She jerked
and tried to stop them ... but someone else caught her hands and held
them out on either side of her unprotected body. The hands were sliding
hotly up the inner softness of her thighs under her dress. Why hadn't
she worn slacks! She twitched and moaned as they reached the top of her
stockings and began to toy with the smooth sensitive flesh that lay
between her hips and above her sheer hosiery. She heard heavy breathing
and groaned from the awful humiliation of being touched by a complete
stranger in such luridly helpless circumstances. Then another, more
hideous thought struck her. Art had given her an hour before he said he
would come after her! She tried to calculate how long she had already
been there. Heaven knew what would happen if he came and discovered her
being abused by these monsters! She could only hope that it would all be
over before he arrived. Perhaps, she thought, if she were more
cooperative ... it would end ... she would have the photos and she would
be out of there ... it would all be finished ... a bad memory perhaps,
but one which would allow the rest of her life to be resumed on some
sort of normal level!

Joe made light contact with the thin legband of elastic that surrounded
the sheer pink panties where tiny blonde strands of pubic hair curled
out from underneath the edges. Dorothy groaned as he rummaged about on
the outer edges, pushing it and sliding the material into the narrow
slit of her trembling vagina. He was surprised at how still she lay now,
almost as though she had resigned herself to what was happening. A new
shaft of excitement pierced his heart at the thought of his audacity. HE
WAS ACTUALLY TOUCHING HER CUNT! He felt Lee's bright eyes on him as she
observed everything he did and he knew that all her lessons had served
him well ... he was going to go through with the whole thing without a
hitch. His wildest dreams realized!

He played teasingly at first and then his index finger slipped suddenly
beneath the thin protective crotch band and he flicked at the moisture
of her exposed cuntal lips where they pulsed involuntarily beneath the
thin pink panties. Dorothy groaned beneath the newest attack on her
private world. She felt so open and vulnerable down there between her
legs ... and she knew that the other person, whoever it was, was
watching this lewd act ... an act of which she, Dorothy Rogers was the
star!

Joe peered greedily up his mother's dress. But to him, she was Aunt Dot,
a beautiful luscious blonde creature who looked the way he had always
imagined she would when they would be in the position they now found
themselves to be. He feasted lewdly upon the tight, bearded little hole
between her legs until Dot suspected what he was doing and tiny tears of
humiliation streamed down beneath her blindfold and she wondered what
was to become of her. It was all so confusing! But she remembered the
threats ... and the photographs ... and a determination came over her
... a determination to stand it in order to protect her world and her
child. Small choking sounds were rising in her chest, but she tried to
stifle them. Perhaps if she acted as though she were aroused ... it
would all be over faster! She fell back in helpless submission. There
was nothing else she could do after all! She felt the hem of her dress
being pushed way up and bunched around her hips and all the while two
hands held onto her arms, keeping her from moving them one way or the
other. Then she felt her thin pink panties, no longer any protection to
her, being slipped down over the tops of her naked thighs.

"OH GOD, NO ... NO!" she groaned helplessly, panic rising to the surface
once more. "NO!"

"Lift up!" the voice behind her commanded ... and after only a second's
hesitation, she obeyed, lifting her back up and feeling the smooth
material being slowly pulled down off her voluptuously rounded hips,
rolling down her thighs, revealing the entire surface of her golden
hair-covered pussy.

Joe gasped. Aunt Dot's pussy lay naked before him. He heard Lee give a
little cry too as they both stared at the sensuous sight of her
helplessly exposed pubic triangle.

Dorothy had never felt more degraded in her life. She knew that even
when she got the pictures back it would be a long while before she was
the same again... a long, long while!

Joe pulled the panties down along the most exquisite legs in the world
and lifted them off of his aunt's feet. She was still wearing her
stockings and garter belt and her high-heeled shoes, but he decided to
leave those on ... they were pretty and besides they didn't hamper
anything.

He looked up at Lee for advice ... shall we take her dress off? Lee
shook her head no ... and pointed to her watch. and Joe realized that it
was true. The longer they took, the more danger there was in being
caught. He would have to hurry. He bent over the helplessly spread
female and first deeply inhaled the fragrance of her open vagina. The
perfume of her body exhilarated him and he felt he was no longer a
fourteen-year-old boy but an ageless man ... a man who was born for this
very moment. Hesitantly beneath his sister's approving gaze, Joe flicked
out his tongue and wetly teased the slit of Aunt Dot's pussy. His tongue
ran over the tiny bits of smooth flesh as well as the golden curly pubic
hairs that protected them. Dorothy jumped against the hands that held
her but to no avail ... thumbs spread the soft hair-lined lips between
her thighs and the teasing tongue probed back into her widespread pussy.
She felt him kneeling between her legs so that they would remain apart
and he continued the lascivious stroking with his deftly worming tongue
slowly up and down within her secret slit, pausing at the most sensitive
areas to rotate it about in small titillating circles against the moist
bare flesh.

"Ohhh, God!" Dorothy thought she was going to go out of her mind. Never
had she felt more horrible and degraded ... it was ghastly! But she
couldn't even cry out to him to stop. Inwardly she screamed, I can't
stand it ... I just can't stand it! Still the tongue teased between her
open thighs, working its way all the way from her vagina through the
palpitating narrowness of her outer cunt to the throbbing head of her
clitoris. She was alarmed that this illicit flicking was making it begin
to throb and she could feel it growing into a full erection against her
will! She was squirming her hips down into the blanket now in a futile
effort to escape the punishing tongue, but it did no good. Low guttural
moans and pleas rose in her throat but were effectively stopped by the
gag. The white plane of her belly danced before the children's eyes as
Joe continued his hungry lapping at her helplessly exposed pussy.

His eyes bulging up from his enjoyable task, Joe looked beyond the
golden-fleeced mound of his Aunt Dot's writhing cunt toward his sister.
She nodded for him to continue.

"She's getting hot now!" she mumbled excitedly through her handkerchief.

And it was true. Aunt Dorothy's groans of desperation were slowly
changing. Her thrashing body was quieting down to a more steady
writhing. Her humiliation was turning into something else. The soft
gentle stroking of her attacker's tongue was beginning to bring wicked
tingles of pleasure to her brain. She felt exhausted by what was
happening to her ... indeed, by all that had happened recently. An odd
thought entered her tortured mind.

"If this is your punishment, you might as well enjoy it!"

And she felt her body begin a definite responsive reaction to the lewd
caresses to which it was being subjected. She felt control slipping away
... but something told her she would have to get it back ... she
couldn't allow this to happen. But it kept on happening ... her body was
betraying her! WHAT IF ART WERE TO COME IN AND FIND HER ENJOYING THIS
DEPRAVED LICKING DOWN BETWEEN HER LEGS! And yet, in spite of her resolve
not to succumb, her vagina began to throb hotly and the wet tonguing of
her clitoris was driving her insane. It was impossible ... but it felt
wonderful! Yes, no doubt this was her punishment ... to actually enjoy a
helpless cruel rape ... to find an obscene act performed upon her naked
body exciting beyond all control...

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm..." she moaned in spite of her desire not to.
Unwillingly she began to squirm her hips upward to meet Joe's agile
tongue.

"MMMMMMMMMmmmmmmm..." she repeated as he attached his mouth to the wide
split of her cunt and began to suck upon the smooth moist tissues inside
the bearded elastic mouth.

"OOOOoooooooooohhhhhh..."

Suddenly there were hands reaching beneath her dress again searching for
her breasts. The person behind her was no longer holding her arms down,
but was now teasing her nipples! Dorothy abandoned herself to the sudden
rush of pleasure as the unknown fingers twisted her erect, full rounded
breasts while down between her thighs her pussy seemed like a hot
glowing coal being flamed to greater and greater heights of lust.

"Hurry ... put it in her now ... NOW!" the one at her breasts breathed
excitedly. The voice was very close to her ear and again it sounded
familiar ... it was a light voice, almost like a little girl's, but she
knew that didn't make any sense. And, the obscene attentions being paid
to her breasts and cunt made her beyond caring ... she felt lost ... a
poor lost soul ... condemned to hell ... and that hell was now down
between her open legs!

Joe raised his glistening wet face and knew immediately what Lee meant.
He quickly opened his fly and withdrew his thickly pulsing member. It
felt hard as granite in his hands ... and bigger than it had ever been.
Before him, he took in the small pink opening of Aunt Dot's seeping
vagina ... just waiting and ready for his cock! HE WAS REALLY GOING TO
FUCK HER ... YES HE REALLY WAS!!!

Dorothy cried out at the sudden loss of contact at her yearning
genitals. God, he thought, she really wants it! She really digs it!

On an impulse, he suddenly reached up and removed the gag from her
mouth. He noted that his sister's fingers were hidden deep within her
dress and were kneading insistently at the older woman's breasts. The
sight made his cock grow still harder. As soon as the gag was off, Aunt
Dorothy instantly ceased her mindless writhing ... there was a silence
and then suddenly she said...

"Please ... Oh, God, please do it to me ... now ... NOW, I TELL YOU ...
NOW!"

She had to quench the horrible desire that had risen inside her loins,
had to know physical peace before she could think straight again. And
besides ... then it would be over then she could leave ... It would all
be over!

Joe kneeled up into her legs, holding his breath. His still virgin cock
was going to know the inside of a woman's cunt for the first time in his
life. What Joe didn't know was that the first woman would be his own
mother!

"Aunt Dot!" he thought. "Oh sweet Aunt Dot ... I'm going to fuck you ...
Oh, wow, I'm going to fuck you!"

He took another look at the shapely, wildly opened legs and bent down to
ease them still wider. Her stockings had gotten ripped somehow and her
garter belt strands were all twisted and stretched. Her luscious
coral-hued vagina seemed looser and moister than it had been before and
Joe thought he'd never seen anything so beautiful in his life. He pushed
his cock forward and began to worm the smooth rubbery head of it into
the velvety cuntal flesh.

"OOOOOooooo ... my God!" Dorothy responded, the boyish prick tantalizing
her tormented cunt until her helpless whimpers filled the whole room.
And then finally, he thrust the thick tip into the surging entrance to
her vagina, pushing upward, continuing the slow, constant act of
penetration until his boyish young cock was finally buried completely up
in her white quivering belly...

He gritted his teeth at the almost unbearably pleasurable sensation and
refrained from calling out her name, listening as his aunt began
chanting with desire.

"oooohhhhhh ... aaaaaaaahhhhhhh..." 

His body inclined back from her as his boyish cock attempted to reach
the farthest height of her cunt and although it did not seem to go to
the very end, it went in completely out of sight, buried deep inside her
cunt so that his sperm-filled testicles hung flush against her smooth
naked buttocks.

From her position staring down over her aunt, Lee could see that the
older woman was completely enraptured. Her mouth opened and closed and
sounds of ecstasy poured forth from it in a steady stream.

Dorothy started rotating her hips up to meet the boy so that he had to
hold onto her thighs to keep from being thrown backwards. His rigid
shaft felt fabulously pressured by her raging cuntal sphincter. Again
and again he shuffled in toward her on his knees, forcing his cock deep
into his mother's now hungrily contracting channel. It was like sliding
into the ripeness of a peach or a mellow apricot as her hot streaming
pussy hungrily swallowed his virgin young penis, pumping it lewdly,
clutching at it as surely as a hand might have.

Lee watched, her fingers still kneading her Aunt's wondrously soft
breasts. She was fascinated at the sight of her brother's obscenely
thrusting, perspiring young body. Between her legs she felt distinctly
troubled by all that was happening ... and she gave a slight moan
herself at the sensuous feel of another woman's flesh beneath her
fingers.

Joe's cock, from where she watched, appeared and disappeared like a well
oiled piston into her aunt's straining pussy. It was reddish and swollen
and each time he rammed into her, she gave an excited grunt and her
breasts throbbed heavily in Lee's manipulating fingers.

Dorothy's thighs spread even wider and she tried to lift her legs up
higher so that the boyish feeling cock could enter her still deeper.
Even though it was not very large, the lunging boy's prick was arousing
her inner flesh with tantalizing hot blows ... and the perversity of her
position of being fucked against her will by a complete stranger there
in a deserted shack in the middle of Fairmount Park made her feel a
sudden and overwhelming desire to cum. She could hear her attacker
groaning too, and she tried to visualize what this gentle rapist might
look like. Impulsively, she lifted her hands up since they were now
free, and managed to touch his face. Why, it felt smooth ... like a
young boys! He was probably not much older than her own son, Joe, she
thought suddenly.

To avoid her fingers on his face, Joe leaned forward over her, winding
his hands into her hair, his mouth close to her, his face near his
sister's, who was kneeling behind Aunt Dot's head. His prick kept
fucking in and out of her and he laboured with delight over this
beautiful blonde angel who writhed in helpless passion beneath him ...
trying to hold back the flood of his rising sperm until she too had
reached her most acute moment.

Lee had taught him well, he reflected, and although she had never let
him fuck her little pussy, she had told him enough and together they had
read enough to know what to do when the real trial came. He was
gratified to feel his Aunt's cuntal lips clasping tighter and more
hungrily around the fleshy intrusion of his virgin penis.

Dorothy began to feel the incredible rising tide within her quivering
belly. She was completely helpless, not only because of her lewd
attackers, but because of her own now uncontrolled masochistic desires.
Her nerves felt stretched to the breaking point. There was nothing to do
... no place to go but up ... up into the delicious orgasm she felt
beginning to build deep inside her hotly pulsating vagina. The cock
inside her loins slipped out once and then quickly found its way back in
again ... and with this renewed touch, her belly and loins suddenly
exploded into orange and white sparks of fire ... a tiny pyromaniac had
raced through every vein in her body, creating raging conflagrations
wherever he went! Her orgasm flushed throughout her convulsively
twisting body and she groaned out wildly as it hit with full force in
the fiery pit of her golden pussy.

"Oooooh God, I'm cumming!"

Gushing waves of fluid flooded out around the young hammering cock,
slipping forth from her widely parted vaginal lips as they clasped and
unclasped around the neck of his penis. Her bliss was indescribable ...
never ... not even with Art had she cum so beautifully! And in the midst
of it, she was spurred on by the feel of her attacker's wet semen
splashing in an endless stream of hot molten lava deep against her
cervix.

"Yeeeeeeeeeessssssssss..." Joe cried out, his hands tugging at her hair.

"I ... I'M ... cum ... cuuummmiing ...!" Dorothy cried out in anguish as
above her two soft lips crushed down on hers as her niece bent over to
kiss her. Below, the hard little cock in her cunt continued to thrust
slowly in and out, sliding smoothly in the wetness of their combined
orgasmic juices. She could feel two small balls slapping at her buttocks
and the sweet taste of the mouth on hers was puzzling, but highly
erotic. She felt herself begin to slip into a semi-coma of outrageously
forbidden fulfillment.

*     *     *

Art looked at his watch for what seemed like the millionth time. Exactly
one hour had passed! His lips white and thin, he started into the park.
He would kill anyone who hurt Dorothy, he realized with some alarm ...
actually kill! He had only gone a few yards into the darkness when he
heard footsteps hurrying toward him. In a few seconds, Dorothy appeared,
looking pale and disheveled. He rushed up to meet her and she collapsed
in his arms. 

"What? Dorothy! What happened? Did anybody touch you ... why were you
gone so long?"

Dorothy held back her tears and tried to control her voice.

"I ... I was talking to them..." she lied.

"Then did you see them ... what did they ...?"

"No ... no ... I never saw them ... but they were young I think ... I
was talking to them ... THEY HAVE PHOTOGRAPHS!"

"But that's not possible..." Art stuttered. "How could they?"

"I don't know ... Art!" Dorothy fairly screamed at the breaking point.
"I don't know, but they have them and we're getting them back in the
mail this week ... I persuaded them..."

"But what did they want ... how much...?"

They started walking out of the park, but Art seemed to want to go back
to the shack.

"Not much..." Dorothy lied, pulling him along after her. "Only about
$200. I told you I think they're just kids ... Art, I can't talk now ...
please take me out of here. We'll go get a drink somewhere and I'll tell
you everything."

In her mind she was already making up the story she would tell Art ...
after all, since they had promised to send the pictures, what was the
use in telling Art what she'd done? She didn't want to ever tell anyone
what she'd done ... and she was trying desperately to obliterate her
shameful performance from her own mind.


Chapter 6


When the second note came, it was Saturday morning and the whole family
was sitting around the table. Art had been examining each day's mail
anxiously and so had Dorothy. He'd given her two hundred dollars from
his savings account which she told him she had left at the designated
place. Now they were waiting for the photographs to be returned.

Lee and Joe looked up with interest when they saw their father ripping
open the note. He began to bellow furiously when he read it, oblivious
to their presence in the room. In spite of themselves, Joe and Lee
couldn't help feeling a little bit frightened ... Aunt Dot was one thing
... and everything had gone smoothly ... but it was really too late to
turn back now ... and besides, Lee was still determined to fulfill her
fondest wish.

"Did you get the pills?" Lee asked her brother.

"Yea..." Joe replied, buttering a piece of bread. "It was easy ... Tommy
McCormick's mother takes them to sleep. He got them for me easily. Said
it takes about half an hour to come on ... and then it comes on strong!"

Lee giggled nervously. Now that her brother was no longer a virgin, she
could hardly wait until she, too, entered the world of the initiated!

"Hurry and finish breakfast..." she ordered excitedly. "We've got to get
busy ... I want you to give me a few more sessions before tonight!"

Joe was only too happy to comply. The sessions consisted of his
stretching his sister's tight little cunt with his fingers ... never
with his cock ... not yet ... but with his fingers and his tongue; for
ever since Lee had seen him take Aunt Dot orally, she craved the same
kind of stimulation ... even going so far as to accuse Joe of holding
out on her.

"Why didn't you ever do that to me?" she asked him after they got home
that night. He promised her that he'd thought the whole thing up on the
spur of the moment and then he had to execute the same agile tonguing on
her willing thirteen-year-old pussy.

Now that Art had left the room fuming with their note instructing him to
come that evening to the shack to get the pictures, Joe and Lee felt
that they could retire to the basement and lock the door without being
missed. Joe trembled with anticipation, knowing that after tonight he
would be able to fuck his younger sister all he wanted. But what was
worrying him was how and when would he get another chance at Aunt Dot!

But Lee beckoned from the basement door and he hurried to catch up with
her.

*     *     *

Art walked along with great determination. He had expected to get the
damned photographs in the mail, but if he had to go after them, he
would. He decided against taking his car, preferring to walk off the big
dinner that his daughter had prepared for him. She'd made a big deal
about him eating it and he hadn't wanted to disappoint her by not
enjoying it. He polished everything off, including the strong cup of
expresso she'd made for him to top it off. Now he felt the big dinner
stirring lazily in his stomach and he wished he hadn't had so much.
Somehow, the coffee hadn't made him feel more alert as he'd thought, but
rather it seemed to make him feel rather sleepy. Well, the walk should
help clear up his head.

He swung along with great easy strides, unaware of the shadowy forms of
Lee and Joe trailing behind him. They followed him through the park and
after a short walk he reached the shack and went directly inside. They
watched him light the candle they had suggested he bring along with him
and then enter the small building. To their immense relief, he had been
yawning loudly all the way, and now, from inside the shack they heard
another yawn and then a curse. They had piled several manila envelopes
in a corner of the shack, stuffing them with old newspapers to make them
look like they contained the precious photos ... and from their father's
curses, they were sure that he was opening them one by one.

They heard a great deal of mumbling and carrying on, accompanied by the
sound of ripping paper and then there was a long silence. They waited
for quite a while to be sure and then timidly peeked in. Sure enough, he
had passed right out and was spread out on the floor. The candle
flickered brightly from its place in the middle of the floor,
illuminating the corners of the shack.

"Hurry, Joe..." Lee whispered, hurriedly dragging out the ropes and
blindfold. Carefully, they tied his hands and legs ... Joe using the
scouting knots he had always excelled in. Then, they blindfolded him,
making sure that everything was securely tied. When they had finished,
they stood back and surveyed their work. They were both so frightened
that they felt like running out of the shack ... out of the city ... out
of the world!

"Well..." Joe asked. "What are you waiting for?"

Lee bent forward and began to remove her father's shirt. Suddenly, she
realized she wouldn't be able to get it off over his tied hands ... or
his pants over his bound feet. She turned her face and shot a quick
glance at her brother.

"Yea ... I know..." he interpreted his sister's look, and bent down once
more to untie the tight knots he had so carefully prepared. When he
finally had freed their father Lee unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it
off. Art's gleaming muscular workman's chest heaved softly a scant few
inches from her face. Then came the pants. She undid the belt, unzipped
the fly and pulled them down. Joe took off his father's shoes and socks
and tugged the trousers all the way off. Lee hesitated when it came to
pulling down her father's boxer shorts but finally she reached out and
slowly slipped the cotton underwear down his hips revealing the full
enormity of his prick to her lustful gaze. Their father's completely
nude, hairy body was revealed to their adolescent eyes in its entirety.

"He's so big!" Lee whispered almost reverently.

"Yeah!" Joe echoed ... wondering if his own penis would ever grow to
that size.

As Lee began to quickly undress, Joe set to reshaping the tight knots
around his father's arms pressed into his sides and feet making doubly
sure they were as tight as possible now that once more he could see the
power in his father's strong body. Soon Lee was completely naked and Joe
sat back to watch what would happen, not wanting to interfere with her
plans. Besides, he was glad that he didn't have to do anything. He
thought that if he were a girl, his father's enormous, muscular body
would scare him to death.

But Lee seemed to have recovered her sangfroid now that she had removed
her clothes. Joe thought she looked so small and lovely in the
flickering candle light, her blonde hair shining, both on her head and
between her sweet young thighs! He watched in wide-eyed amazement as his
sister approached the sleeping giant on the floor. She looked as though
she had forgotten his existence, her eyes fully trained on her beloved
father. He watched as the sensuous area of her curved hips and lush
round buttocks were presented to him as she turned her back and
straddled Art's body. She stood poised for a second, and Joe knew he
would always remember her like this as long as he lived. She raised her
arms over her head provocatively, pushed her blonde hair up and then
releasing it so that it fell softly to her shoulders. She was actually
acting as though her father were watching her. Her soft pink nipples
quivered to erectness as she languidly stretched her arms, and then
slowly, ever so slowly began to lower herself down. With her legs wide
spread, one dainty foot on either side of her father, Lee's compact
creamy nudity formed an unforgettable tableau. She seemed about to do a
split as her feet slipped outward further and further from Art's hard
thighs. Simultaneously, her delicious soft golden mound was spread open,
the little pussy lips opening wider still as they approached the long
shaft directly below them.

"Damn!" Joe thought, she's really going to do it!

Art slept on as his young daughter's golden down finally reached his
naked organ. She let herself remain upon it, her pink turgid inner
membranes pulsed wetly against his member ... and then she began to
move. Leaning forward, she brought her face close to her father's, her
firm full breasts flattened against his hairy chest, her little outer
cunt beginning to slip up and down on the length of his cock.

Art stirred in his sleep ... he had begun to dream ... and it was sure a
good one ... something luscious and wonderful was happening to his cock
and he was getting an enormous hardon!

Lee moved faster and faster, building up a delicious friction in the
external area of her virgin pussy, feeling the giant cock she straddled
grow to alarming size as she rode slowly and sensuously over it. But she
couldn't stop, even though the fleshy pole between her legs was growing
so big that her little rose-colored cunt was only occupying a small
portion of its mass. The loose thick foreskin had slid back beneath the
pressure of the ramrod within and now the entire knobby head surfaced,
to become a bulbous mass in the small pit of her pussy. Lee stretched
herself still tighter down upon its huge girth, swallowing her fear and
letting the wonderful lusty sensations in her groin take over. HER
DADDY'S BIG WONDERFUL COCK! She smiled a little to herself as she panted
above him, and then planted a small kiss on his lips. His long thick rod
jumped up beneath her, striking the nub of her clitoris hard just as Lee
happened to be sliding downward.

"Ooooooooooohhh..." she murmured.

"... AAaaaaaaaaaahhhh..."

Her cry brought Art to a state of semiconsciousness. He could feel
breasts nudging into his chest, a soft sweet breath in his nostrils ...
someone on his prick, rubbing it ... but all was black darkness.

Lee's full white thighs spread outward from his body, but he couldn't
see them ... the thin pink slit of her vagina nestled lovingly against
his cock. Art knew now that a woman was making love to him ... but where
he was or how it was he couldn't seem to remember. Instinctively, he
moved to put his arms around the obviously amorous female who was
embracing him so intimately, but when he tried to move his hands, he
found he couldn't. They were tied tight to his sides! He attempted to
move his legs and was astonished to find that they too were linked
together! And he had been gagged and blindfolded! Instantly, the memory
of where he was and what he was doing there came back to him. THE
PHOTOGRAPHS! There hadn't been any ... probably never were any! And this
... this enticing, girlish feeling body was seducing him!

A fresh, moist, slightly hair-lined pussy slid tenderly up and down his
cock, and in spite of his fury at being tied, Art found himself
responding to it ... who wouldn't! His daughter's petite young body
jerked wildly above him and then her hands went down to tease the big
cock that she had dreamed of touching so much. Now in addition to the
slippery pussy being ground up and down the length of his prick, nimble
fingers were playing with it too!

"Christ!" Art thought. "What kind of weird torture was this?" All he
could do was lie there helplessly while she did what she wanted with
him! In spite of himself, he began to visualize her ... began to "see"
blonde hair and a blonde cunt to match it. But the entire experience was
so weird ... he couldn't seem to believe that it was really happening.
Sensuously lush buttocks settled backward on his thighs and he could
hear her staccato breathing ... her nipples felt hard and wonderful
against his chest ... and he was beginning to get impatient about the
rest of this male rape!

Lee was in an erotic trance. Her smooth young thighs slapped nakedly
against her father's and she was enjoying it all even more because she
knew he was awake now! He was awake and responding to her.

"MMMMmmmmmf..." Art mumbled.

"... MMMMmmmmmmffh." His cock jerked and jumped meaningfully and Lee
couldn't help sighing loudly and then beginning to murmur.

"Ooooooooommmmmmmoooooohhhhh ... aaaaahhhhhhh..." It just felt so good!
Spreading her thighs wide apart and slipping her tender flesh upward,
she allowed the gentle, sensitive entrance of her thirteen-year-old
vagina to rest on top of her fathers rampant member. Her fingers
separated her unused little cunt lips as much as possible and she tried
to fit the incredibly big, smooth-headed prick inside their tiny
circumference! She gasped as she realized she could barely stretch them
that far! In fact, she was beginning to think that it was impossible!

She began to slide her cunt back and forth over her Daddy's penis. Art
was puzzled by what was happening. He could feel the small enticing slit
spreading around his cock tip and feel the female above him straining to
push herself down on his prick, but it didn't make sense! It was almost
as if this divine perverted creature were a virgin! But he knew that
wasn't possible ... it seemed too strange to be true! Yet the more his
unknown assailant tried to screw herself down on his cock, the more it
seemed as though this was in fact the case!

Lee slaved over him, beginning to grunt out her frustration at not being
able to open her straining vaginal aperture wide enough to accept her
Daddy's cock. After all the finger stretching she and her brother had
done, too ... it just didn't seem to have done anything ... and she
wanted to be fucked by Daddy so badly! Tears began to stream down her
face as she labored over the gigantic penis, hardly noticing the pain
that filled her cuntal area just from trying to fit the outsized organ
into her minute opening.

Finally, Art couldn't stand it any longer. He had no idea what was going
on, but he wasn't just going to lay there like a blob when some little
cunt was trying desperately to screw him! With all the strength he could
muster up under the circumstances, he bucked his hips upward just when
he knew she was going to be trying to insert the rubbery tip by bouncing
down on it.

"AAARRRTGGGGHHH..." Lee shrieked and then whimpered as she collapsed on
her father's hairy chest as the thick ball of his hardened cock slipped
a little way into her silken pussy. The hair-fringed opening felt ripped
apart and she was sure she would never be the same again! It took her a
few moments to recover from the acute pain, and her father, sensing
this, remained immobile, listening carefully, trying to recognize her
voice if she made another cry. It occurred to him that the whole thing
was an enormous practical joke... something someone had cooked up just
to make a fool of him ... being raped by a virgin was hardly in the
realm of reality! And yet Dorothy had said they were real enough ...
DOROTHY! Suddenly he wondered if she'd been lying to him about what
happened to her in the shack. But of course that seemed even more
unlikely than what was happening to him now!

By this time, he was determined to get his cock into that little cunt
and to fuck it good ... or at least to let it fuck him good! Slowly he
pushed upward again and felt her straining down to help him. The
impossible small opening split still wider and his cock slipped further
upward.

"Nnnnnnnnngggggggggg..." she cried as the enormous pole dug upward into
her loins. But it felt wonderful, even though the pain was making her
wince and bite her lip. HER DADDY'S PRICK WAS ALMOST ALL THE WAY INSIDE
HER PUSSY! She wanted to call out to him ... oh, Daddy, Daddy, fuck me
... fuck my little cunt good ... FUCK ME!

Art began a steady rhythm, even though his arms and hands hurt like hell
from the ropes biting into his flesh. His cock was completely
overstimulated by the tight young baby pussy being thrust down upon it
and he was more excited by this weird sex act than by anything that had
happened to him thus far in his life!

"Damn!" he thought. "Comin' up to get you, baby!" as his hips strained
up ... up ... up.

"... ah ... Ah ... AH ... AH ... AH. AHAHAHAHAHAHHHHHHHH..."

His cock was pushing, sliding, now actually racing forth, the whole of
it arched from the pressure of the minute but strong vaginal pressure on
it. His prick throbbed between the tender vaginal lips, the elastic
rimmed tightness of her, sending wild fiery thrills through him as he
began to flick his hips hard up and down, feeling her begin to tighten
and relax onto his advancing and retreating pole.

Lee's buttocks, trembly and white, slid closer and closer to her
father's legs now and as the cock finally reached its final destination,
she felt herself ramming, open mouthed, down onto him, his balls
snuggling up into the tightly clenched crack of her behind. It felt as
though his cock was going to pop out of her throat! Her warm velvety
damp slit was stuffed to the overflowing by the bulbousness of his
prick, filled so that she wondered if it would ever get back out of her.
She wanted to remain motionless, but even though he was bound and
gagged, her father had ideas of his own!

"MMMngh! NNNNNGHGH!" he wriggled upward still further.

"OOOOOOOh ... AFGHHGHGHGH ... ARRRRRRRRRGH!!" she cried out, and then,
Oh, God, she thought, I love him so much ... I just love Daddy so much!
His big beautiful prick finally sticking all the way inside her! The
pain turned into a wondrous delight as obscenely, she screwed back at
him, fucking downward into the pain, into the now fabulous feel of it.
SHE HAD NEVER FUCKED ANYONE BEFORE AND NOW SHE WAS FUCKING DADDY!

The moist pink mouth of her cunt spread itself to admit every inch of
the by now slippery cock and she began to groan incessantly, leaning
forward, thrusting her tiny tongue with complete delight deep into his
throat. Low hums of ecstatic bliss began to rise in torrents from her
heaving breasts, her young tender lips twisted with erotic passion, her
neck straining and her mouth working excitedly as her writhing young
body broke out into a thin-filmed sweat that glistened in the dim light
of the shack. Her head rolled from side to side in a state of near
semiconsciousness as her hips began a slow demanding roll above his
heavy, impaling penis. And then suddenly, with a wet sluicing noise, her
hungry gasping vagina screwed itself down tighter against his roughly
haired groin and he was forced to clench his teeth tightly in an effort
to control himself.

Lee had entered another world. Her ripe young body was bursting through
to a world of perpetual springtime. Every section of her body lustily
responded to her father's rigidly impaling penis and in a wild untamed
ecstasy, she rode him relentlessly. Nebulous rainbow lined clouds filled
her confused and whirling head. Her body was beginning its first total
orgasm. She screamed in agonized delight, gurgling as the mounting
licentious sensations overtook her. She was being magnificently fucked
by her Daddy and he was being just as beautifully fucked by her! Nothing
else mattered but the incredible feelings racing inside her pussy,
making her quiver wildly as the enormous head sped hotly into her inner
cuntal flesh. The warm wet flesh jerked and twitched spasmodically
around her father's lust-driven cock as the final tide of the coming
orgasm struck.

"OOHH ... OH, GODDOOHHAAHHEE!!!"

Art's loins released such a burning heat as his sperm spurted outward
into the wonderful young virgin flesh, great gusts of steam seemed to
fill him as he fucked on into both their orgasms, cumming still ...
feeling his sperm spew out and ricochet wildly against the small
contracting womb of his still unknown tormentor.

Her hands grabbed at his hair and she continued to writhe and moan and
he knew she was cumming, not once, but many times in rapid succession.
She was wiggling this way and that, moving up and down and from side to
side, milking every tiny drop of cascading jism out of his angrily
fucking cock. Her mouth bit down hard on his and he was sure there was
something familiar there ... but it eluded him. It was impossible, after
all, that he would know this mad little bitch ... absolutely impossible.
He longed to touch her breasts, to really make love to her now, even as
his orgasmic fluid ran down his still pulsing prick onto his aching
balls.

From the sidelines, where he was watching everything, Joe's cum shot
straight out in a high arch, and landed lewdly on his sister's
sweat-glistening back, forming a thin white rivulet of white hot cream
that ran sensuously down her spine to the still quivering crevice of her
buttocks below.

"Jeez..." he thought. "What a sight ... what a wild fuckin' sight!"


Chapter 7


Kneeling naked on all fours on the bed in the upstairs bedroom, Dorothy
cringed backwards.

"No Nick..." she said. "NO!"

"What's the matter?" Nick asked. "Most of the time you're always going
around with your face a mile long because you want me to screw you ...
well, now I'm in the mood ... what's the matter? Got something on the
side?"

From her lewd position on the bed where Nick had forced her, terror
struck deep in Dorothy's heart. He had been growing more and more
suspicious because she had been acting strangely recently ... and the
night she had gone to the shack, she knew he hadn't believed her story
about going to a girl friend's. At least she hadn't given him her name
or he might have called there, she thought now.

She wondered fleetingly if there would ever be an end to her troubles.
Nick was pawing her ... roughly, as though punishing her for the sins he
imagined she had committed. Well, he was right! she thought bleakly. She
had committed several! But God, how his hands disgusted her now. His
touch was ugly ... everything about him was ugly! How could she ever
have married him?

It had been bad enough before her experience with Art, but now, it just
didn't seem possible that she could continue to be with such an
insensitive brute. She was worried about herself, worried especially
about her experience in the shack. Didn't her wanton actions, even
though she was forced at the beginning, indicate a wandering mind?
Perhaps she was going mad! She didn't doubt it for a second. For now as
she kneeled up on the bed at Nick's lewd demands, she could only think
of killing him for making her do this ... killing him for his dirty ugly
mind!

Nick peered down at her white, wide-spread buttocks, deciding that he
would do something to really humiliate the little cunt this time. It was
true that he hadn't fucked her in a long while. No time or energy really
with that hot little Rosalie he was keeping in an apartment across town.
And his secretary took whatever else was left of his sexual drive in
heated sessions on the couch in his well appointed office.

But recently, there had been something about Dorothy ... something about
the way she acted that made him suspect that she was no longer the sweet
little prim housewife she pretended to be. He could tell ... or at least
he thought he could ... when a woman was getting fucked or not ... and
to his mind, Dorothy was definitely getting it from someone ... but who?
He couldn't imagine who it could be. Meanwhile, the very thought that
his prim appearing little wife could possibly have a lover aroused a
spark of interest in him that eventually led to this moment. They had
gone to bed in the twin beds as usual, but he had decided, as he had put
it to himself mentally, to have a look at his goods!

"Now spread those legs wider!" he commanded. He was naked behind her,
his large thick cock bulging with big veins that stood out on the sides
of the hardened shaft. Leaning over, he slowly and deliberately parted
the cheeks of her full rounded buttocks wider than they would normally
go. He heard her moan and then with a perverse smile on his lips, he
bent forward and licked the small brown opening of her tiny puckered
anus.

"Nnonnnnooooo ...!" Dorothy shuddered at the hideous wet feeling back
there in her nether crevice. It felt cold and strange and she felt
singularly uncomfortable. It seemed so obscene that he should do such a
thing to her there! But she felt completely at his mercy, not only
because he was so much stronger than she ... and perfectly capable of
using his strength to subdue her, but because she really did feel guilty
and somehow she couldn't get that thought out of her head ... couldn't
even protest to the extent that she ordinarily would, have because deep
down inside, she felt she deserved this from him. Even though he was
such a louse, he was still her husband ... she could not deny that! And
she had been more than unfaithful to him ... far more ... she had made
love with her own brother-in-law and known mindless delights from a
young stranger's ... probably a common criminal's intimate caresses.

Her husbands tongue flicking teasingly in the crack of her behind sent
chills running through her. She felt ashamed and embarrassed and somehow
more naked than she had ever been.

"Wider!" he ordered gruffly, beginning to really enjoy himself. He
withdrew his tongue and peered hungrily at the little brown hole.
Dorothy's long beautiful legs were spread so far apart that she could
feel the pull on the tendons where her thighs joined the pubic area.
Suddenly, she felt a sharp pain in her rectum and she realized with
alarm that Nick was working his finger into her back there. His finger
was thick and with a sudden sinking feeling, Dorothy knew that he was
going to try to push it all the way in. She tried to wiggle away from
him as his finger began to turn in the deep rubber channel of her
rectum, sliding steadily inward and then pulling out and pushing back in
with abrupt jerking motions.

"NNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGHH!" she bellowed. The pain was horrible and even
worse, the very idea of what he was doing!

"Nick, please ... please..."

As an answer to her pleas, Nick decided to try to force another finger
in and grinning gleefully, he added a second digit to the first, placing
it at the entrance of her roundly stretched rectum and letting it worm
its way in beside the other.

"NOoooooooOOooooooooohH!" Dorothy tried to straighten her knees out so
that she could lie flat on the bed. Perhaps then it wouldn't hurt so
terribly much. She just had to get him to stop somehow! But Nick pulled
her buttocks back up in the air, making her remain in the humiliating
kneeling position that made her rear passage wide open to his lewd
fondling.

"You little cunt!" he cursed. "I'm going to fuck you within an inch of
your life! I'm going to fuck you in that tight little ass of yours ...
the one you sit on all day long ... except when you're shaking it for
some other cock!"

Dorothy's face reddened. She seemed so exposed ... so transparent as
though the mere fact that her husband's fingers were invading her anus
was enabling him to see right through her ... to know every single thing
she had done ... every lewd desire her body had known! Oh God! she
thought. What is happening to my life! Tears ran down her cheeks and her
long blond hair fell in her eyes. She was trying to support herself on
her elbows, but every now and then, she would pitch forward, propelled
by Nick's drubbing fingers.

"NNNOOOOO NICK ... NICK ... I CAN'T STAND IT!" His obscene words still
echoed in her ears and her body trembled uncontrollably. She knew that
Nick was deliberately trying to hurt her as much as possible and the
thought was terrifying.

"AAAAAAARRRRRRGH!!!" she screamed as his fingers shoved sharply and
suddenly inward.

"Say you want me to do it!" he commanded.

"WH ... WHAT?" Dorothy asked, not believing her ears.

"Say you want it!" Nick repeated. "Say ... Oh, Nick, fuck me up the
ass!" his voice went into a high falsetto in a cruel imitation of hers.

"I ... I ... I ... I ..."

"I ... I ... I ... what's that supposed to mean?" Nick yelled. His
fingers slid out abruptly with a small plopping sound and her stretched
rectal passage felt relieved but strangely somehow, open and empty. She
felt her husband's hot pot belly pressing up toward her buttocks and his
hand gripped her by the hips, pulling her entire bottom half backwards.
Then with dread certainty, she felt the hardness of Nick's prick running
up and down the thin moist slit that stretched from the soft, open lips
of her pussy to the base of her spine.

Nick let his hands roam teasingly all over her legs, her hips, her
belly, and everywhere he touched, Dorothy felt her skin cringe. She
whimpered now softly, wondering if he would ever be finished with her.

"Oh, Lord..." she thought, "Let it be over soon ... let it be over
soon!"

Nick's hands slipped into the warm, hair-fringed lips between her
thighs, the obscenely wriggling fingers sliding wetly into the
defensively moistened slit of her pussy.

"Hey! You're all wet! Now I know you want it!"

"NONONONONONONOOOOOO!" Dorothy cried, horrified at his interpretation.
Abruptly, he brought his big cock up to the tiny opening of her anus,
letting its thickness spread the soft yielding crevice of her buttocks
wide to admit it. Sadistically, he began to rock and push, push and
rock, working forward all the time, again pulling her helpless body back
to him so that eventually the smooth, rubbery tip entered with a small
popping sound into the tight elasticity of his young blonde wife's
tightly resisting anal passage.

"AAAAAAAARRRRRGHGHGH!!!" It was like being rammed into by a telephone
pole! Dorothy twisted desperately, trying her best to get away from the
red hot searing pain in her rectum. Nick's prick was sinking further and
further into the tight dark virgin passage of her anus and to the
physical pain was added a dreadful shameful pain that even hurt more.

"UUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNGGG ... AAARRRGGGGG..." she groaned. She felt weak
and debilitated and as though she would never be able to hold up under
the terrible stretching. She could feel Nick beginning to warm to his
task, beginning to moan out his lust behind her. She felt the hot touch
of his hands on her breasts and he began to knead the trembling orbs
with a harsh steady motion.

"Tell me..." he ordered. "SAY IT!" He executed a cruel lunge forward
almost into the very depths of her bowels, causing Dorothy to almost
faint from the pain, and then suddenly, she began to do as he asked.

"Ooohhh..." she began weakly, hoping to spare herself another vicious
jab from behind.

"OOoooohyes ... do it ... fuck me there ... do it ... it feels ... good
...!"

"Yea ... I'll bet!" Nick responded, beginning long smooth strokes, his
knuckles white as they gripped her full-blown, cream colored hips.

Dorothy's voice started to trail off as the odd pain, without the
slightest warning, began to ignite a weird masochistic spark deep within
her. Her belly quivered with a definite pleasure at what was happening
and something about this ghastly punishment released that hidden torrent
of lust that lay buried deep inside her. She began to visualize herself
as someone else might see her ... lewdly kneeling, her full rounded
buttocks waving high in the air while this monster of a husband plowed
mercilessly into her once virgin passage.

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMnnnnnnnnn ... OOOOOOOooh!" she began to wail, and the
sounds were different now. Her arousal was apparent even to Nick who was
himself mesmerized by the sight of his thick beet red cock entering and
exiting from his wife's ovally stretched nether ring. Her buttocks had
begun to twist beneath him, offering him encouragement as she lewdly
wagged her bottom back at him in obscene invitation. He was slithering
deeper inside her than he had ever thought he could go. AND DAMN IT FELT
GOOD AND TIGHT!

"Don't stop ... oh, God, don't stop!!!" Dorothy moaned out her helpless
surrender. It felt wonderful ... like no pleasure she'd known ...
different ... from regular lovemaking. She felt half crazy as the
gigantic rod skewered her tightly. Her whole body undulated and jerked,
her hair flying, her mouth gaping fishlike.

"OH MY GOD ... OH NICK ... WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME ... WHAT ARE YOU..."
Her wild entreaty was interrupted by the eruption of her first anal
orgasm:

"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHA ... OOOOOOOHHHHHHOOOOOOOO!!!!!" she cried, dancing
obscenely back into his lunging cock, her knees trembling and shaking,
her heart palpitating. The frenzied delight spread to her almost ignored
wetly dripping cunt and she felt it take hold there with an
unprecedented strength.

"OHOHIIIMMCUUUMMIINNGG!!" She screamed out. "CCUUUMMIINNGG!!!"

"SHIT, YES!" Nick replied. "SHIT, YES!!!" His fingers dropped down
around her thighs to manipulate the passion moistened lips of his wife's
drenched pussy, toying teasingly, increasing her orgasm. He fucked once
... twice ... three times more into her spreading anal channel and then
his groans mingled with hers, his cock growing first stiffer and then
releasing its heavy load of sperm high up into her wildly sucking anal
passage.

Together they felt the acute thrill of mutual climax overtaking them and
screaming with pleasure, they both collapsed heavily on the bed. As they
lay there stunned, Dorothy could feel Nick's cock still obscenely
jerking out its last few spurts of cum high up in her flooded rectum.


Chapter 8


Art could hardly look his young daughter in the face. Since that weird
night in the workman's shack in the park three nights ago, he had been
unusually restless. He slept only fitfully and he had funny dreams. For
one thing, he kept dreaming that the girl ... the virgin who'd impaled
herself on his prick was his own little Lee! The perversity of this
dream disturbed him very much ... but he couldn't help noticing what he
thought was a resemblance in size at least to the girl whose body had so
effectively pumped up and down on his raging erection. In his weaker
moments, he even went so far as to imagine Lee with her long blonde
curls doing the same thing as that other little girl had done.

And it didn't help at all that she had taken to returning her father's
glances with very odd stares of her own. He had a hard-on most of the
time these days ... and it made him miserable. After he had finally been
left alone in the park that night, he had managed to extricate himself
from his bindings and groggy from whatever drug he had consumed ...
(when and how? he asked himself a million times) ... he'd staggered
home.

The entire thing was such a mystery ... and he felt so curiously guilty
about what had happened that he decided to be as vague as possible to
Dorothy about the entire incident. He simply told her that he had gone
to the shack and found nothing. He told her in addition that he didn't
think there were any photographs and that he was sure they'd heard the
last of their blackmailers.

"The money you gave them must have been all they wanted..." he added.

There was no money, Dorothy puzzled to herself while she talked to him
from the phone booth. All they must have wanted was me!

It was the day after her experience with Nick and her bottom was
incredibly sore. She could hardly sit down! The whole thing was very
depressing to say the least. Art sounded distant and distracted to her
on the telephone and she hung up feeling completely let down. Leaving
the phone booth she started the short walk back to her house. It was
dusk and Nick ... the bastard! ... had informed her not to wait dinner
for him ... that he had an "appointment" in town. She knew just what
kind of "appointment" it was, but refrained from saying anything. For
one thing, his lewd remarks to her that morning about her unexpected
response to his advances the night before had been enough to make her
never want to speak to him again. He'd said something horrible about the
way her "ass looked so hot from behind" and then something about always
doing it that way from then on! The thought had made her want to run
screaming from the room. She had left the room in tears, the screaming
only resounding inside her aching head.

And now this strangely deflating conversation with Art ... what was to
become of all of them anyway? She realized that she hadn't even seen her
son, Joe in days ... not since the beginning this whole mess! Tonight
she could only look forward to an empty house and her own pressing
thoughts. From her brother-in-law's tone of voice she was sure that he
was in no mood for her company that night. Did he ever want to see her
again, she wondered ... after all she'd put him through?

Dorothy returned to the house feeling sad and lonely. She climbed the
steps leading up to her colonial style home, and when she opened the
door, she was singularly unimpressed by the elegant interior. It was all
beautiful, but it looked unlived in ... unhappy. She went right away to
the kitchen where she kept a well stocked liquor cabinet and poured
herself a stiff martini. The taste of it made her recall that night at
Art's ... the memory was sweet, but with a bitter aftertaste.

After two drinks in the vastly empty living room, Dorothy decided that
she needed another and this time returned from her trip to the kitchen
with the entire bottle of Beefeater's Gin tucked under her arm. She
reclined in one of the big easy chairs and downed a full glass easily.
The cool liquid was really beginning to taste good now and never one for
drinking much, Dot felt a moment of sympathy for all the heavy drinkers
she knew. It certainly did seem to help a great deal! Her thoughts were
soon one big blur and she found it easier and easier to skip over the
unpleasant things about what had happened and to concentrate on the nice
ones. She thought a lot about Joe ... about what he would be like when
he was a grown man. She even had a fantasy about telling him that she
was really his mother. In her imagination, he threw his arms around her,
kissing her and hugging her to him. Feeling flushed from this pleasant
thought, she moved on to thoughts of Art and found herself getting
decidedly moist between the legs. She wriggled down a little bit into
the soft cushion, squeezing her legs closer together and found that this
only increased the tingling sensation she was beginning to feel down
there.

Before she knew it, she was thinking about the night someone had made
such wonderful love to her in that dingy, sordid place. She had tried
not to think of it at all ... or at least as little as possible since it
happened, but now the undeniable pleasure she had received made her
retrace every single thing that had happened to her that night. When she
realized fully that she was massaging one of her breasts with her hand,
she caught herself and mentally gave herself a scolding. Pouring another
drink, and spilling some, because of her trembling hands, she had what
she considered a brilliant thought. Perhaps if she went to the shack
tonight, she could find some clue as to who the blackmailers were. That
way, if they ever bothered her or Art again, she, would have some kind
of evidence to hold over them! It seemed a wonderful plan and Dorothy
stumbled to the closet to get her coat. She hurried out of the house
without even bothering to put on her makeup the way she usually did and
started looking for a cab.

Lee and Joe had grown restless at the house. Hand in hand, they slipped
out the door deciding to go to "their" shack as they now referred to it,
where they could be sure they could not be disturbed.

As they walked, Lee whispered into her brother's ear.

"Your cock felt so good in my cunt last night ... thank you, big brother
... It was wonderful"

Joe blushed, remembering how his sister had called out his name and
screamed in ecstasy under him. They had both been worried about waking
up their father ... but it had been impossible to make less noise.

"Now that Dad's fucked you, you feel so luscious..." Joe admitted. It
felt wonderful to feel her young girlish figure beneath his hard lean
body and while he'd fucked her, he had constant images of the obscene
spectacle of her fucking herself on top of Dad's lust bloated cock!

They reached the shack, hidden deep in the park and by the time they
arrived they were both ready for each other once again. Within instants,
they were naked and they fumbled toward each other in the dark. A shaft
of the full moon shone in through the window and they chose to lie in
its beam, stretching out together on the floor. Lee spread her legs wide
and Joe crawled between their soft whiteness, his cock wavering before
him. Impatiently, he slipped it into the soft golden fuzz between his
sister's legs, feeling her excited moisture wet its head like warm
butter as he started to sink in.

"OOOOOooohh ... Joe ... my own sweet brother!" Lee moaned. "Ooooooooooh
... fill me with your wonderful prick ... that's right ... that's right
... all the way ... ALL THE WAY ... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!"

It had slipped all the way to the bottom, ending with a soft thud and
Joe grit his teeth from the wondrous feeling of her tight child's pussy
clutching so hungrily at his cock. He pulled slowly back out and then
forged ahead again.

"Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh..." Lee hissed between her tightly clenched teeth.

"I love fucking your cunt, Sis ... I love it ...!" Joe whispered to his
sister.

*     *     *

Dorothy staggered drunkenly through the park. It was hard to see and she
almost fell twice, but she was determined to get to the shack. In a
short time she arrived, completely disheveled and out of breath. She
decided the best thing to do would be to look in the window first ...
then she would go in.

She saw the couple making love there on the floor and she drew back at
first, shocked by the lewd sight of their intertwined naked bodies. Then
it occurred to her that they were no doubt her tormentors ... a young
boy and a young girl!! I She peered back in, still unable to recognize
their faces in the half darkness and through her alcohol blurred vision.

But, also, as she watched their passionate lovemaking, she grew more and
more excited ... excited and angry at the same time. She told herself
that anger was most of what she was feeling and suddenly she felt as
though she had the strength and courage of ten wonder women ... Just who
did they think they were anyway? Holding onto the side of the wooden
shack in order to keep her balance, she went around to the front and
without even giving it a second thought, barged in through the door.

Joe and Lee rose precipitately from their naked embrace, caught
completely off guard. In an instant they saw that it was Aunt Dot and
that she was drunk! She lunged forward toward them in the dark,
shrieking curses at them, her fists flying blindly.

Joe caught her from behind and Lee held on from the front. Together,
they were able to subdue her somewhat and to their dismay she burst into
hysterical sobs when she realized she had been trapped.

"What are we going to do?" Joe whispered, terrified by this unexpected
twist.

"What do you think?" Lee responded.

Joe's naked prick leapt upward. They had both promised themselves to
somehow figure out a way for each of them to know the sublime joys of
both Daddy and Aunt Dot respectively ... and now ... now was clearly the
chance.

Dorothy heard the voices as though it was her boy Joe talking ... and
the girl's voice sounded like Lee ... but of course, she knew that that
was impossible ... the voices were those of her attackers ... the ones
she had heard that night ... they'd been disguised then, but ... they
were the same. She felt their hands on her, turning her about ... and
somehow all her strength was gone. She felt like a limp rag. What were
they doing? Spinning her ... turning her ... moving her down ... she was
falling and then someone was catching her. Hands were pulling at her
shoes ... her stockings ... they were undressing her ... NO, NOT AGAIN
... NOT AGAIN! But her body was already trembling and somehow her hips,
once freed of her nylon panties wouldn't stay still ... they kept
writhing about, her bare buttocks pushing down into the blanket ... the
cool air coursing over her naked pussy ... her pussy ... OH MY GOD!...
someone finally touched her there ... it was divine ... OH THANK YOU!
There were many fingers plunging into her waiting vagina ... and now
someone was kneading her breasts ... someone was kissing her ... she
felt like she was going to c-c ... ccuuuuummmmmmmmm...

Dorothy exploded ... just from those touches ... her body had been on
the verge all night and now she was cumming ... wonderfully...

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHH JOE" she cried out. "JOE, my baby Joe!"

Joe could hardly contain his joy. His Aunt Dot had recognized him ...
not only recognized him, but accepted him ... she wanted him! This time,
he lost no time in getting on top of her. His thick cock was poised to
enter the blonde white-fleshed goddess who called his name and whose
arms were now reaching up to him.

"Fuck her, Joe, fuck her..." his sister urged. She straddled the older
woman's body, facing her brother; and with her small fingers, parted
Dorothy's curly haired vaginal lips. Once they were wide apart and her
brother's cock was getting ready to enter, she raised her little cuntal
muff over Aunt Dot's face.

"MMMMMMMMmmmph!" Dorothy murmured up into the sweet tasting petals of
her niece's pussy. But then her son's staff was entering the tight
opening of her own pussy and she thought she would swoon from the joy of
it.

IT WAS JOE, something said in her head. IT'S JOE NOW AND IT WAS JOE
THEN!!!

A small part of her tried to be shocked ... horrified ... tried to put
an end to the perverted act ... this incest ... her niece's genitals
rubbing over her lips ... her son's penis ... high up ... but that was
as far as it got. Those very things began to send her on a wild ecstatic
trip from which she knew she would never return. She would always be
addicted to this perfect harmony in her loins. She had never tasted a
woman's secret parts before but there was something so soulfully
satisfying about the little girl cunt that slipped and slid over her
face and mouth that she couldn't have cared less whether it were her
niece or some stranger off the street. And the piercing young cock in
her belly was soothing away years of torment and uncertainty, years of
pain and the loss of her son. Well, he was back now ... REALLY BACK ...
trying to gain entrance to the very womb from whence he first came!

Joe heard Aunt Dot murmuring his name and calling him her baby but she
had always called him that ... as long as he could remember and so to
him she remained the sensual, wonderful aunt she had always been, except
that now, he knew those breasts intimately, her scent that had haunted
him for so long was now mingled with his. Her golden cunt was opening
and closing ... receiving and tormenting his cock expertly and she was
screwing up her haunches, fucking back like an angel ... and he was
riding her blissfully.

"Oh, Aunt Dot ... Aunt Dot! Your cunt is like a flower.... Oh, God, Aunt
Dot ... the way you move..."

He leaned forward and held onto his sister. Of those in the room, only
Aunt Dot knew that the two youngsters were in reality cousins ... but
did it matter? As Joe kissed Lee, he could feel the torment she was
going through from Aunt Dot's tongue licking away between her widespread
cunt lips. She bounced up and down over her Aunt's open mouth, letting
her tiny clitoris bump against the older woman's hungrily nibbling
teeth.

"OHOHOOOOOH JOE, OH, JOE ... I'm CUMMMMMMING!" she cried, kissing him
hard.

Joe's cock jerked upwards, speeding into his mother's pussy, slamming
deep into her passion-drenched womb, plunging again and again. He felt
her cuntal muscles contracting violently around his cock and knew she
was cumming too ... and as he still held onto his final stream of
orgasmic fluids, she came ... again and again ... he was holding his
breath, pumping lewdly, obscenely into her splayed-out legs, letting his
pelvis slam against hers ... his sparse pubic hair mingling with her
golden fuzz ... his groin sliding upon her jerking clitoris ... making
it swell and swell until she was emitting one long wail of delight. Lee
skidded about on her face, her hands kneading at the perfectly formed
breasts ... her brother's hands kneading at her own adolescent
cherry-tipped mounds. Joe began to grunt and moan and finally announced
to them all, his final strokes.

"Oh ... Aunt Dot.... My sweet wonderful Aunt Dot ... this is ... this
... iiiisssssss ... iiiitttttaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!!!!"

For what seemed like multiple light years later, the three of them sat
in a triangular group upon the floor. They had all dressed now, Dorothy
having been the one to insist that they do so. Sheepishly, the two
children looked at her, waiting to see what she would say now that it
was over ... now that she knew everything.

There was silence for some time and then finally Dorothy spoke:

"What's to become of us?" she asked simply and when Joe and Lee looked
at her they saw that tears were streaming down her beautiful face.

They looked back at each other and Lee decided to speak out. She and Joe
had discussed the idea several times ... discussed the ideal outcome of
their incestuous meddling and she didn't see why she shouldn't bring it
up now.

"Why you'll marry Daddy, of course!" she said cheerily. "And we'll
arrange the whole thing for you!"


Chapter 9


"Hello? Uncle Nicky ...?" Lee's voice was urgent and she panted hard in
order to make herself sound out of breath. "... You've got to hurry over
here ... come fast ... Oh it's just terrible ... hurry!"

With that she hung up the phone and then after a few seconds, carefully
removed the phone from the cradle. She hurried into the bedroom to
change her clothes. The house was empty as she had planned ... Joe had
been sent to a movie ... but she knew that her father would be home as
usual around six o'clock. She had called her uncle at four o'clock at
his office and she hoped that everything would go completely according
to schedule.

Now as she changed into a flimsy nightgown, she saw no reason why it
shouldn't. As she looked at herself in the mirror, she realized that she
was very excited. This would be the first time that she had gone into an
adventure alone ... and she was thrilled.

Aunt Dot had strictly forbidden them to do anything whatsoever to hasten
her marriage to Art, promising that she would think of something. And
when they'd all left the shack together, she'd made them promise that
they wouldn't. However, they'd both kept their fingers crossed at the
time and she had not asked them to cross their hearts so they didn't
feel compelled to keep their promise. Besides, it was worth risking her
ire if it helped get rid of Uncle Nicky.

When Nick's big ostentatious specially built Cadillac pulled up in front
of the house, Lee was stretched languidly out upon the living room sofa,
clad only in pink chiffon. She knew that through the thin material, her
uncle would be able to see her taut young breasts, with the pert nipples
that already seemed to have grown larger since her recent strenuous
sexual activities. She arranged her legs so that the sparse honeyed
triangle of her thirteen-year-old pussy would be evident as soon as her
uncle came through the door. She heard his footsteps racing up the walk
and knew that in seconds he would be pushing the door open. She had left
it ajar to facilitate matters.

Nick rushed in, his girth making him blow like a whale out of breath. He
came to a thudding stop in the middle of the room as he saw his young
niece by marriage reclining languidly upon the sofa. His eyes bulged out
as he took in the thirteen-year-old's pubescent body. It was clear from
the start that there was nothing wrong with her! God, he thought ...
she's grown one hell of a lot since I last saw her!

"Lee!" he cried out, still huffing and puffing. "What in hell's name is
going on?"

"Oh..." Lee sighed. "It's passed now ... I was frightened earlier ...
thinking there was a burglar ... but it turned out just to be a cat in
the basement ... sometimes its scary being home all alone!" she added
pointedly.

Nick sat down heavily in a chair nearby, and mopped his brow.

"Christ ... child ... I didn't know what had happened," he began.

"Why don't you sit closer, Uncle Nicky," Lee replied, her eyes wide.
"I'm still a little frightened!"

Nick looked carefully at his niece. She certainly didn't look
frightened, but he figured it might be interesting to sit down beside
her anyway. He wanted to get a better look at those new little tits of
hers! He moved his large frame over to the sofa and sat down next to her
as she sat up to make room for him. Instantly, she threw her arms around
him ... hugging her little pointed breasts right into his chest.

"Daddy's going to be late tonight and Joe's spending the night at a
friend's ... won't you stay here and keep me company?"

Nick's prick leapt to attention as surely as if it had ears. He found
himself tenderly patting his young niece on the back and as she clung
still closer to him, he began a stroking motion that almost reached her
buttocks. He could see their pale outline from where he sat ... if he
just craned his neck a little. He continued the stroking and was
reminded of another little girl he'd known once. He had to admit he had
a passion for youth ... real youth! That other little girl made his
mouth water just to remember her. He'd been ten years younger then ...
in his early forties ... and the girl had been his partner's little girl
... only eleven or twelve he recalled. She'd be a grown woman by now, he
thought. I wonder if she ever thinks of me? He and her father were no
longer partners, largely due to what he had been caught doing to her!
But that was all right ... that tight little pussy had been worth it!

Lee was moaning softly now in coy encouragement, imagining the dirty
thoughts that were already passing through her old uncle's mind.

Nick could feel her breathing softly onto his shoulder ... her entire
body felt light as a feather in his arms.

"Uh ... how long did you say your father was going to be out?" he asked
and then added quickly. "I'm a very busy man, you know!"

"Oh, he said he wouldn't be home until eleven ... maybe later..." Lee
replied, shifting so that her breasts nudged sideways against him and
her lightly perfumed hair brushed across his steadily reddening face.

His big cock jumped up and Lee could feel it against her side. Slowly
she pressed her weight down upon it, feeling it grow harder beneath her.

"Uh ... ahem..." Nick cleared his throat, thinking fast. How to best
approach her ... he wasn't going to let an opportunity like this pass by
... she was only Dorothy's niece anyway ... no real relation to him ...
what did it matter! He knew the age ... she wanted something to happen
... but didn't know quite what ... well, he would show her what!

"How about playing a little game ...?" he suggested. "To calm your
nerves..."

"What kind of game, Uncle Nicky?" Lee breathed sweetly, gazing calmly
into his eyes. They were bloodshot, she noticed. And he had gotten ugly
recently ... very ugly indeed. 

"Well ... let me see ... I could give you a nice soothing massage ...
and then you could give me one!" Now, all the rest depended on her
answer.

"Oh ... that sounds wonderful!" she cried. "Who goes first?"

"I'll go first!" Nick replied excitedly. "Now you just lie down like
this..." He stretched his young niece out upon the couch, his eyes
devouring the young fresh flesh beneath the gown. He could hardly wait
to touch her! What that little cunt must feel like! He started on her
legs, giving an imitation of what he thought was a professional massage.

His hand went higher and higher, and then he decided to leave one hand
below and start an additional massage of her chest area. Beneath her
gown, one fat hand slipped upwards on her milky thighs while the other
hand toyed with her shoulder blade for only seconds before plunging down
to engulf her breasts.

"How does that feel?" he asked, panting ... his hand below was just
about ... almost ... there!

Lee groaned appropriately ... glancing sideways at the clock. She had
twenty minutes now before Daddy got home.

"Ooooohhhh ... Uncle Nicky!" she cried out. Nick's thick fingers were
intertwining and probing in the softly curling fuzzy of her sparse young
pubic hair and one of them was already sliding up and down in the moist
pit of her pussy. It felt strange and not nice at all really. She
squirmed a little, looking up at him. His eyes were closed and he was
panting harder than ever.

"MMMMmmmmmmm..." he was saying "... Aaaaaaahhhhhhh! I'm going to give
you a good little massage right there ... oh, yes ... what a sweet
little pussy ... mmmmmmmmmmm..."

Lee felt disgusted. But nonetheless, she began to move her hips a bit
and to sigh louder and louder. His fingers were almost digging into the
gentle protrusions of her breasts and she thought he was really getting
exceedingly rough. His fingers in her pussy were practically ripping at
the soft flesh down there and she began to cry out in pain as his
fingernails scraped at her delicate cuntal tissues.

"Oh ... oh ... there ... there ... baby ... Uncle Nicky's going to make
it feel good down there ... oh, yeah ... yeah!"

What a sweet little piece, he was thinking ... I wonder if I can fit my
cock in there ... wonder what she'd think ... how could I ... 

"Uncle Nicky ... you're hurting me..." Lee finally protested.

"Oh ... there ... I'm sorry, baby ... here ... maybe this doesn't hurt
as much..." He slipped two of his fingers downward and then poked them
up into her tender vagina without an instant's hesitation.

"NNNnnnnnnnngh!" Lee felt him harshly scraping up inside her young
pussy, his fingers lunging and poking and hurting. She cried out but he
wouldn't stop. He seemed in another world and his red face showed no
sign of recognition when she called his name. A pang of fear took hold
of her as she realized that she really was at this madman's mercy ...
and after all, in spite of all the things she'd done she was only a
thirteen-year-old girl!

The only thing that kept her from panicking completely was the fact that
she knew that her dear sweet Daddy ... Daddy whose big cock she loved so
fiercely that she had endured the pains of hell to get it into her tiny
cunt ... was due home any moment now ... any moment he would come in and
find Uncle Nicky doing these dreadful things to her ... just as she and
Joe had planned! But the minutes dragged on and still Uncle Nicky
foraged gruffly at her little pink pussy ... paying no heed whatsoever
to her cries of anguish.

"Now close your eyes ... sweetie..." he said, running his tongue wetly
over his lips. HER LITTLE PUSSY FELT SO GOOD AND WET BENEATH HIS PROBING
FINGERS!

Lee's eyes were already closed, but when she heard her uncle ask her to
close them, she opened them wide. She was totally unprepared for what
she saw there. She saw him kneeling by her face, his thick red veined
penis bloated and hairy-based, loomed directly in front of her eyes. He
still had not relinquished his hold on her burning young vagina as he
grinned salaciously down at her. Tauntingly, he stroked the heavy
uncircumcised foreskin back and forth over the engorged head, causing
his full heavy balls to bounce lewdly on the outside of his opened fly.

"OH!" she gasped, totally taken aback.

"Now ... you can give me a little massage..." he whispered hoarsely.

"NONONONO!" she said, shaking her head back and forth and trying to rise
from the couch. But he released his hold on her seeping genitals and
held her head with both hands ... so hard that she could not move it one
way or the other.

"Now ... open your mouth!" he said tensely. "OPEN IT!" His fingers
forced her mouth wide open and before she knew it, the thick bulbous
head was sinking beyond her lips, sinking far back into her throat. She
started to gag. The lewd object filled her entire mouth and she thought
she was going to choke on it.

WHERE WAS DADDY?! Horrified, she realized that he was already at least
fifteen minutes late ... maybe he really was going to be staying out
somewhere for a long time!

Nick began an obscene rocking motion, his huge penis expanding thickly
in her roundly ovaled mouth. Her lips were stretching as far as they
would go, forming a thin circle around the intruding instrument.

"It'll only be a minute!" he said, his voice straining... "Just a minute
... suck ... COME ON HONEY, SUCK... GIVE UNCLE NICKY A NICE MASSAGE!" He
was in ecstasy. Her little mouth was even better than his other little
friend. And next he would see if he could get in her tight little cunt!
Just like he'd gotten into the other one! THAT WOULD BE SOME TREAT ...
SWEET BABY NOOKIE!

He was going to cum right in her mouth ... back and forth ... shoving it
deep down her throat!

"MMMMnnghfh! Nnnnnnnnnnnph!" Lee was strangled by the enormous
instrument, she couldn't even close her mouth enough to bite it ... if
she could have she would have bitten it in two ... of that she was sure!

"What an intoxicating ... wonderful girl. What an enchanting creature
... ah ... ah ... there ... there ... steady now ... steady now ... now
..."

Nick's complete abandon, his total state of bliss was abruptly
interrupted when Art pushed open the front door. It had seemed curious
to him that the door was open in the first place and when he saw in one
terrible glance what was transpiring on the living room sofa, he saw
red. He lunged for his brother-in-law and with his massive hands and all
the strength in his body, tore him from his daughter's body. Nick went
sprawling across the room, his cock lewdly exposed ... trapped in
mid-orgasm, spurting ineffectual drops of cum.

Nick lost several teeth before Lee persuaded her father to stop. Art was
glad she stopped him, because he was afraid he would have killed him
otherwise. When finally Nick staggered to his feet and stumbled out the
door, Art didn't worry about the teeth ... Nick had more than enough
money to get the best caps in the world. First he turned to his young
daughter and taking in her disheveled but still appealing state, he
examined her to see if any harm had been done.

"Baby ... baby..." he sobbed. "Did he ... did he ...?"

Lee smiled up at her father and reached up to let him fold her in his
strong arms. She pressed her little crotch up against his groin and
sighed.

"No daddy, no ... you got here just in time!"

Art felt his penis rising like a comet! He clung to his dearest little
girl moments longer before he let her go. Then with trembling hands he
went to the phone to call Dorothy.

"Hello, Dot!" he said urgently. "Pack all your things right away ...
that's right ... right away ... Take just the things you need for the
next few days. We'll buy new things once we're married ... Yes, MARRIED!
Now get out of there right away ... and hurry!" He slammed the phone
down and turned once more to his daughter. She was standing behind him
smiling broadly.

"My own dear sweet Papa!"

Art gulped and tried hard not to look down at his daughter's budding
young breasts the blonde downy patch of her pussy.

"Run along ... get some clothes on." he said. "Go on now!"


Chapter 10


The wedding had been small and private, held two days after Dorothy
returned from Mexico where she received an uncontested divorce from
Nick. Beaming, she and her new family returned to Art's house, and
indulged in a small celebration of their own ... and after having a
catered supper of pheasant and wild rice sent in, the happy family
retired to bed.

*     *     *

Dorothy gently disentangled herself from her new husband's sleeping
body. Her own body still tingled delightfully from the beautiful love
they had just made ... the first since that fateful night when little
Lee had watched them so avidly in the den! Dorothy sighed, and after
adjusting a light peignoir around her nude and still stimulated body,
she went to her dresser ... As a wedding present, Art had had a complete
new bedroom furniture installed, tailoring it to her own pink and white
looks. The dresser wood was blonde, almost as light as her hair and
although she had not turned on the light, she could see well enough to
gently brush the long flowing locks in place. After sitting there for a
few moments more, she got up and slowly opened the bedroom door. More
certain now about what she was going to do, she walked deliberately down
the hall. In moments, she was standing in her complete naked beauty
before her delighted son. He had been in bed, but not asleep when he
heard her light tapping on his door. He had known instantly with every
fiber of his virile young body that it was she ... his Aunt Dot ... and
it had been with a trembling voice that he'd asked her to come in,
knowing that her arrival that night signaled the beginning of a long and
beautiful family relationship! His eyes swept over her incredibly lush
contours, taking in the splendid breasts, the gently tapering thighs,
the quivering flat plane of her belly. He observed the sensual look on
her face, the half closed, heavy lidded eyes. Silently, he held out his
arms to her, moving over to make room in his warm bed for the womanly
shape of his mother.

*     *     *

In Art's dream, he had returned to the shack and the same sweet young
pussy tormented him ... rising and falling with profound intensity upon
his swollen cock. Suddenly his hands were free and in the middle of his
ecstasy, he ripped off his blindfold and there before him was his own
daughter, writhing upon his prick with complete and total abandon. His
cock forged between her legs like a giant battering ram ... so huge that
it split her youthful thighs apart as the thin tissues of her
delightfully spread cunt strained valiantly around his surging member.

"Oh, baby ... baby!" he whispered in the dream. "My own little girl ...
I knew all along it was you ... I knew it!"

*     *     *

In Joe's bedroom, Dorothy spread her creamy legs out sideways and
reached up to her son's hard cock where it dangled lewdly over her. As
he knelt between her legs, she let her mind be completely freed from
guilt ... it all seemed destined to happen ... too real and complete to
be wrong!, Her little boy's body assuaged years of separation and hurt
... and she wanted to have this reassurance over and over again. Slowly
she pulled him toward her.... Should she tell him, she wondered?

As her son's hard young penis grazed the rosy entrance of her
lust-filled pussy, she decided that now that all her dreams had come
true, there was plenty of time. Yes, she thought as she pulled her son
lovingly forward onto her prone and passive body, there's plenty of time
to tell him! However as she arched her loins up to meet his first hard
thrust and felt him enter her arching cunt with fierce determination,
she cried out,

"OOOOOHHHH DARLING ... AAAH ... CALL ME MOTHER! YOU MUST CALL ME MOTHER
FROM NOW ON!"

*     *     *

Hearing the obscene noises in the next room, Lee finally decided to do
what she'd been wanting to do for some time. She got up and without
bothering to put anything on over her thin nightgown, ventured into the
hall. Even in the hall she could hear the loud lustful noises coming
from Joe's room. Her own tight pussy trembled a little and felt moist
between her thighs. Putting her ear to the door she heard Joe's
plaintiff cry.

"Yes Mother ... yes ... teach me everything ... everything you know!"

Turning she started down the hall to her father's room. Feeling her
trembling vagina beginning to moisten still more she thought, Yes, it's
time Daddy taught me everything He knows, too!

She opened the door and went into her father's bedroom and just as she
was climbing in beside him, her father groaned aloud and spoke in his
sleep.

"You can have all of this big cock that your little pussy needs, honey
... all it needs!"

Somehow, Lee knew that her father's words were meant just for her.

"Coming, Daddy," she sighed happily... "Coming..."


CONTINUED IN BOOK II
