LLP-223 The Married Sister
[aka 'Silk Panties']
by Eric Courtney


Chapter 1

It was a lovely morning. But, then, it was always a lovely morning in
San Diego. A Mr. Branson, retired, henpecked, was out tending his garden
bright and early. His wife was pleased with his sudden interest in
gardening. Actually, old Branson didn't care a hang about flowers or
lawns, they were all weeds to him. What he did care about and why he was
out in the garden bright and early every morning was for the pleasure
and excitement of seeing their neighbor, young Gail Hanover, walk out of
her house and down to the mailbox and then back up the path again.

On what Branson called "good days" she would open the mail then walk
slowly back up the path to the house. The slower, the better, for
Branson's interests. This particular morning, he positioned himself in a
corner of the yard, crouching over a bed of marigolds and pretending to
dig while his eyes looked through his bushy eyebrows and he waited.

And Gail was well worth the waiting. Yesterday, she had come down to the
mailbox dressed in a lounging gown and old Branson had gritted his teeth
against his anger at being disappointed then almost fell in a bed of
tulips as, while she was opening the mail, her gown fell open and he saw
one leg up to the hip bone. It was an indelible image he would savor
late at night while lying next to his snoring wife. She was wearing high
heels under the gown and her leg showed itself off beautifully with slim
tapered ankles curving out into well-rounded calves. Then--and every
time Branson thought of it, his mouth went dry--a thigh. Not just any
thigh, but full, voluptuous thighs that seemed to swoop out in pure
white firmness. And all she was wearing was a rose-red bikini panty!

Branson had to close his eyes when he thought of how the panties
stretched tight across her hips, revealing the soft bulge of one pelvic
bone and the way the material caught tight and was tense at the V of her
crotch.

It was only for a split second, but old Branson had seen it and found
himself shaking. "By God, if I were only twenty years younger!" he had
muttered.

The postman had delivered the mail, turned the flag up and Branson was
in position. His only regret was the fact that he couldn't get closer.

Gail Hanover came out of the house. She had risen early, determined to
clean. It was such a bright and sunny day, she saw no reason for wearing
a lot of clothes. A pair of shorts and one of Rod's old white shirts
pulled and knotted around her slim waist seemed enough. She came from
the house barefoot and old Branson crouched like some old satyr and
peered through his white picket fence.

Gail came down the path tossing her hair. It was beautiful jet-black
hair and contrasted sharply with her pale blue eyes. The tights were old
and rose high on her hips, almost revealing her hip bones. A pair of hip
huggers she had cut off, they slung low, revealing her navel which
Branson saw with rippling flesh. The V of the huggers fit tight over her
crotch. Gail enjoyed the slight pressure and excitement they afforded
her and walked in a hip undulating fashion to heighten the sensation.

Old Branson fell to one knee as he craned forward, his now sweating face
no more than three inches from the fence as he saw her bending to open
the mailbox. My God! he thought, that young chippie isn't wearing a bra!

It was true. Her ample breasts seemed to shift under her husband's shirt
and the nipples made little reverse indentations on the cotton, sticking
out in a provocative way.

Branson quickly swiped at his upper lip, removing perspiration. Gail was
a lovely thing to look at: slim, big breasted, long legs, thick hair and
a lovely face with a small nose, almost snub-nosed, and a large,
sensuous mouth. She looked just like the girls he saw in Playboy
magazine whenever he went down to the drugstore to get prescriptions
filled. She was better than anything he had ever seen in a magazine. She
was real! And she was across the street, tearing open a letter and
practically naked.

As he watched, she read a letter hastily, a smile coming over her face.
Then, in a spontaneous movement, she jumped up and down with glee, her
breasts shaking and quivering.

To his disappointment, she turned to run to her house. Then, his luck
holding, she dropped a letter and bent over, her back to him, and picked
it up. For one moment of glorious agony, Branson saw her hips and
buttocks fan out and her shorts ride high up and be caught in the deep
crevice between her legs. She straightened and walked on to the house,
the two smooth, undulating cheeks of her buttocks in plain sight
bouncing up and down.

If it had been any other day and any other letter, Gail might have heard
a moan from the yard across the way and looked to see what was
happening. But, not today. She held in her hand THE letter. Everybody
gets at least one letter in their life which they can deem important.
They can look back to that time and say, "My life changed that day."

So it was for Gail. She ran into the house excited, not knowing what she
was going to do or if there was anything she should do.

She stood in their living room and laughed softly. She read the letter
again, taking in every word. It was so very brief.

DARLING, LEAVING THIS HELLHOLE IN ONE WEEK AND FLYING BACK HOME TO YOU.
LOVE, ROD.

Airmailed and postmarked two days ago. A quick calculation told her he
might be home by next weekend. Gail felt good, better than she had felt
in weeks. If old Branson hadn't been so interested in her body and his
own frustrated thoughts, he would have noticed that Gail wasn't a happy
girl; that she was, in fact, a deeply troubled human being. If horny old
Branson had looked closely, he would have seen the telltale signs of
much drinking the night before.

Rod had been in Vietnam a year and she had lived alone, having few
friends and occasionally working for the Kelly Girls, taking office jobs
when they seemed suitable and the mood hit her. Most of her friends were
the wives of servicemen, like herself, waiting for their men to come
home.

Then Lee, her younger brother came to visit her and stay. Although a
warm day, Gail shivered, thinking about him and his visit. At home, when
they were growing up, Lee, one year younger, had always been a wild one,
getting into all sorts of trouble. At first, it had been dismissed as
"coltish behavior", and "sowing his wild oats." Later, it had gotten
more serious: drinking escapades and stories of wild parties. Lee ran
with a crowd that was considered disreputable and Gail had nothing to do
with them. One night Lee had come home drunk and surprised Gail as she
lay in bed reading a book. He had attacked her. The word "attack" was
never really mentioned and the whole thing was smoothed over as a joke.
Lee being so drunk he "didn't know where he was." At least that is what
Gail's mother had said. Her mother had a special attachment to Lee that
Gail used to wonder about. Near forty, her mother was still a fine
looking woman.

When Rod came along, the whole world changed and it wasn't long before
they were married and moved to San Diego. And then Gail's mother wrote
to say that Lee was coming out to see her right after school let out.
Lee was attending an eastern college. In his first year, he had been
almost kicked out. Several students had been arrested in an apartment
off campus. Seems a sex party had been going on and one girl claimed
that she had been raped.

And Lee had come to visit Gail.

Despite his sardonic and unpredictable ways, Gail loved her brother. His
aggressiveness and his sharp tongue didn't bother her; she thought, that
with time, he would change. When he first came, she had been struck by
how different they were. She was to learn, to her horror and shame, how
very much alike they were in at least one way.

He had showed up one morning in front of her house, a sleeping bag on
his back, his hair too long and unkempt, his lips twisted in that old
grin. "Hiya. Man, you're something else."

After she had fed him and he talked of their parents, she sat down
across the table from him and looked at him carefully. He had grown, he
was no longer just her little brother, he was a man. And that same
mischievous look was on his face. Only, now, there was something more
there. The impish quality had become hard, there was a glitter and gleam
to his eye that disturbed her. What was it? It seemed to her they were
shrewd eyes old beyond belief. There was a cynical edge to his voice, a
strange dry quality that told you there was little that he hadn't done.

Standing with Rod's scrawled hasty letter in her hand, Gail shivered
again. She slumped into a chair and stared off. What was she going to
do? How could she tell Rod? What would happen, how would she feel when
Rod was finally in front of her took her in his arms? How would she
respond? Would it be the same as before?

Or, would she, in some unpredictable way, give herself away? How would
she act in the throes of passion?

Her depression came back and she felt the need of a drink. Just one, she
told herself, then put her hand to her head and closed her eyes. She had
to face this thing, she had to think it out. More than anything, she had
to resolve it in her own mind.

She had been always told and felt it was true that she was a person of
character. Setting her jaw, she carefully folded Rod's letter and put it
away in the desk with all of his letters that she had kept. She could
not resist sitting and rereading some of them, tears brimming in her
eyes. She loved Rod and he was the only man ever to have her... until
Lee, her brother, came to visit.

She couldn't stand it any longer. She slammed the desk drawer shut then
swiveled to the kitchen where she poured a drink of scotch into a glass
and sat down at the kitchen table. I don't care if it's morning and this
is a stupid thing to do. I want to think, she told herself.

She swallowed the scotch and made a face, feeling it burn down and hit
her empty stomach. Hastily, she made some Instant coffee and poured the
rest of the scotch in the cup and sat down to sip and think.

One of the wonders of the human mind is its adaptability. Gail had not
once allowed herself to think of what happened with Lee since he had
gone. While it was happening and while he was staying with her, she
could think of nothing else. When he left, something in her brain shut
off. An instinct told her she needed time to think, to recover. She
became busy with hundreds of chores. She visited girl friends and baby
sat. She went alone to movies and when she had seen them all, when there
was nothing to do or no one to see, when it was night and she was alone
with only the TV playing endlessly, she drank. She drank heavily and
many mornings awoke to find herself still on the couch, clothed, with
the television hissing a pale blue screen in the corner. Her head would
ache and her stomach was sour and she took long showers and plenty of
aspirin.

And she dreaded becoming a secret drinker, a furtive alcoholic.

She would sit for hours, smoking, drinking, longing for Rod and wanting
so much to talk with him. Then, thinking of what happened, she dreaded
the idea of Rod coming back to her; she was not the same person he had
left.

She sipped steadily on her coffee and inhaled the fumes of the scotch
and willed herself to think of what had happened and try to understand
it and the way that she felt.

Lee, restless the first night, insisted they go out. He had money and
wanted to see the town. They had gone out for drinks and dinner and Lee
had grown funnier and more charming as the night went on. Driving in the
car, Gail had said, "Where to now?"

"Nirvana, Babe."

"Huh? "

"A little action." "Gee, I don't know. I don't go out much now that
Rod's away. I've been out of it. How about a movie?"

Lee slumped down in his seat and made a face. "How about a taffy pull or
a night class in wax casting? Come on, Babe, you can do better than
that."

Gail smiled at her brother who looked so bored. "Okay, what do you want
to do?"

"A nightclub. One of those topless-bottomless joints. A real sleazy dive
with lots of broads around and guys trying to make time."

Gail raised her eyebrows. "Somehow I don't think I'm the person to ask
about that. Besides, you're only nineteen. You couldn't get in."

Lee pointed a finger at her and made a popping sound with his mouth. "I
gotta phoney I.D."

"Isn't that against the law?

"Sure, if you're dumb enough to get caught. Look, who's going to say my
I.D. is phoney? I left my real one back at your place. Where's a strip
joint?"

"I don't know if I should go to such a place?"

"Ever seen one?"

"No."

"Then don't knock it if you don't know about it. Aren't you at all
curious?"

Gail smiled despite herself. It was almost as if he could read her
thoughts. In fact, she was very curious in what really went on in what
she and Rod called "The topless pits." Since Rod had been in Vietnam,
she had abstained from sex, feeling a great yearning and loneliness yet
feeling that it was all worth it. When her man came home, he would come
to her bed and it all would be just beautiful. Now, Lee had tickled her
curiosity and she felt this was a perfect time to satisfy it: she
couldn't go with girl friends because it would look funny, like they
were trying to "get picked up." She certainly couldn't go with another
man and square it with her conscience. But she could go with Lee. He was
not just another man, he was her brother. She could, when in a teasing
mood, tell Rod she had been in a topless bar and feel no guilt, because
Lee had been along.

The delicious sense of doing something wrong, a child-like fit of
giggles came over her. "I know where a lot of those places are."

"Take me there, you improper bitch!" Lee said, clowning and waving an
arm.

They were in a gay mood full of nonsense when they entered a club, THE
PUSSYCAT PARLOR. Gail found herself, once inside, in pitch blackness.
She blinked and held her hand out. Lee, thoroughly accustomed to such
dark, led her along through the tables. There was a bright stage light
at the far end of the dark bar and Gail knew that would be where the
"action" was. She didn't look at it; half out of excitement and half out
of her footing as they weaved toward the light.

They were seated at a ringside table by a girl in a lowcut blouse
showing plenty of cleavage. When Gail sat down she saw that the girl was
wearing black tights and panties that were cut so as to ride high up on
her hip. The girl smiled invitingly at Lee and took their order. Music
was blaring from a jukebox and Gail caught a movement out of the corner
of her eye. A girl, young, attractive, with long hair and an Indian
headband across her forehead, mounted the stage. She was dressed in a
simple miniskirt and she smiled down at them, her body already beginning
to sway and move to the rock beat.

Very simply, with a smile that was relaxed and a little lewd, she pulled
the dress up over her head and Gail gasped. The girl was naked, save for
her sandals and headband!

Gail knew she had a good body, but this girl was really good. She was
tall, willowy, with a long waist and full firm hips. Her long tapering
thighs came down to dimpled knees and long calves ending in incredibly
thin ankles. Her breasts were high and huge and jutting out, away from
each other and ended in taut nipples like two dark bullets. Her stomach
was flat and her buttocks, seen in the mirrors behind her were two full
smooth cheeks with a deep crevice dividing them.

Gail's astonished eyes took her all in and finally centered, hopelessly
fascinated, by the V of soft curling pubic hair that formed where her
deep thighs met her torso. Her mound of Venus jutted out ever so
enticingly, only to serve notice as to the hidden delights of the warm
inviting vagina hidden up between her thighs.

Hands on her hips, the girl gyrated in time to the building music,
looking down at Lee and Gail and slowly licking her lips as her hips
rotated. As the music grew wilder, the girl began shaking her shoulders,
making her breasts quiver in a lascivious way and her hands slid down to
cup around her groin, to feel the air as if she were caressing an
invisible penis and to jut her hips out in a lewd invitation. Gail's
mouth fell open as she looked up at the girl dancing and saw the
swelling lips of her vagina beginning to ever-so-slightly part as she
danced on.

My God, Gail thought, she's getting herself really aroused!

She had never seen a woman do this before in private, let alone in
public. The music became more frantic, louder, and the girl became more
abandoned in her dancing, doing deep bends and leaning over and wiggling
her buttocks invitingly, her breasts moving in a tantalizing way. It
dawned on Gail that the girl was actually dancing a sex act--the woman's
half of the sex act--right in front of everyone. The music grew wilder.
and the girl's hair lashed around as she threw her head back and spread
her legs, a look of ecstasy on her face as her hips undulated and she
spread her legs wider and Gail could clearly see the narrow glistening
slit of her naked cunt.

Everyone could see. Gail's head was going around as she watched, not
even conscious that their drinks had been served and that she was
gulping at it. Her heart was pounding and every nerve in her body, so
long quiet, was now hammering at her being. The natural thought came
into her mind: what must it be like to do that?

And the answer, with a force and fury that amazed her, told her it would
be exciting. The girl in front of them, totally naked, her eyes half
closed, her mouth open and her lips wet, her body writhing, moving
sensuously to the wild music, was obviously enjoying every minute of it.

The music stopped and the girl forced herself to stop too. She pulled
her dress on, breathing hard, looking down at Lee with a strange
searching look on her face. Gail looked at him and saw that lopsided
little enigmatic grin on his face. Still looking at him, the girl
slipped off behind a partition.

"Wow, she was all right. You like that? You sure know how to pick the
places, Babe," Lee said, flicking his fingers to order another round of
drinks.

Gail put one hand to her face, shielding it from the rest of the bar.
"I've never seen anything like that before in my whole life. I never
dreamed! She didn't have anything on!"

"That's right. Groovy. Nothing like getting down to the old
nitty-gritty."

"Is that legal? I mean, supposing the police raid this place?"

Lee's expression of disgust came again. "Sister, I gotta say this. You
are square. Don't you know what's been happening? Where have you been
since you left home? The law can't do a thing. Their hands are tied. It
had something to do with the Supreme Court. They can't touch an
operation like this. It's art, baby!"

They were served their drinks and Gail gulped again. She was still
astounded and excited. She felt the urge to squirm against the hot
throbbing and moistness she felt down between her legs. The sheer brazen
audacity of it all numbed her except for a strangely rising sexual
response that she couldn't control.

And her younger brother, sitting across from her with that inscrutable
sardonic smile, watching her with those cold attentive eyes. Lee, so
wild and unpredictable, so young and so handsome. Lee, toying with his
drink and grinning. "Let's go home."

Gail caught her breath and looked around. "We just got here."

"I wanna go. I wanna talk to you."

The tone of his voice had sent a warning bell ringing in her mind. But
the alcohol, the dancing girl, her own thwarted desire over-rode the
sound. He was after all, her brother. "Okay."

In the car again, they drove saying little, Gail driving with Lee
staring moodily out the passenger side window. Back in the apartment,
Lee sprawled on the couch and looked up at his sister, that ironic smile
coming back. "What do you like?"

Gail was genuinely puzzled. "What do I like?"

"Yeah, what turns you on in bed? What kind of sex do you like?"

Gail was visibly jarred by the question and she had skipped a beat
before laughing and saying, with a wave of the hand, "Oh, lots of
things. Want a drink?"

Lee got up. "No, I got something better." He went to the closet and got
out his sleeping bag. Not looking at her, he asked, "Ever make it with
more than one guy? Ever try a threesome?"

Gail felt her body tingle. "What?"

Lee appeared a bit weary. "ever ball two guys at the same time?"

Gail again visibly reacted as the image of Rod, herself, and a faceless
man whipped into her mind. It was so exciting and depraved, she couldn't
allow herself to think about it. "I... I don't think that's any of your
business," she said, turning to the bar Rod had built before leaving and
pouring herself a drink.

"Okay," Lee said, ambling back to the couch with some cigarette papers
in his hand and a little pouch dangling from one finger.

"What's that?" Gail asked, her voice full of suspicion.

"Grass," Lee said casually.

Gail set her drink down firmly on the bar. "No," she said in a firm
tight voice. All of a sudden, she was feeling a dislike for her brother.

Lee grinned at her as he measured out the green dried weeds. "Come on.
Mean to say you've never tried it?"

"No." Gail stood in front of him. "Lee, I won't have that kind of stuff
in my house."

"Huh?"

"I mean it and I'm ashamed of you, doing a thing like that. Shame on
you."

Lee looked at her for a minute before bursting out in incredulous
laughter. "You really mean it. You're not putting me on? You really mean
it, this is no put-on?"

"Yes."

"Well that sure puts a tail on the dog. You've never tried this?"

"No, and I don't want to."

"Rod has."

Again, his calmness, his laughing face, and his ability to change pace
threw her. "How do you know?"

Again, Lee laughed. "Hell, he's in Vietnam."

Gail's face clouded. It was true, there had been articles in the papers
about pot smoking among the troops. "You're only guessing," she said
defiantly.

He shook his head. "I know Rod."

"That's no reason for me to try it," she said, walking back to her
drink.

"There's every reason in the world for you to try it."

Again, Gail was puzzled by her brother. "What do you mean by that?"

Now, looking back, Gail could see that was the wrong question to ask.
Had she insisted he get rid of the stuff, the ensuing argument might
never have happened and the whole evening might have been different.

Lee had answered her question, had talked long about "grass" and had
played on her doubts and fears, gradually boxing her in until Gail,
feeling she was insane, feeling that she was doing something sinful and
depraved, agreed to take "just one puff". She did it, holding her breath
as long as she could, then exhaled. "I don't feel a thing."

Lee had smiled secretly. "Wait," was all he would say.

Having taken one puff and felt nothing, it didn't seem so terribly
dangerous to take another. And a third. Fourth. She took so many puffs,
she lost track of how many drags she had. In fact, she seemed to have
lost track of time itself. There was so much she suddenly couldn't
account for. They were sitting on the floor with drinks in front of them
and music was playing on the radio and had been playing for a long time.
She was smoking a cigarette and watching, with a glazed absorption, the
thick gray smoke curling up in the air. It seemed that she had been
watching the smoke all night.

"I have."

Lee's quiet voice made her jump. She tried to focus on him. "What?" she
asked, her voice thick and slurring.

"I've balled two chicks at the same time."

"What?" Gail said stupidly, feeling a wave of lewd curiosity come over
her.

"Yeah," Lee went on, smiling. "Two girls. Met them in a commune I
visited and they liked that sort of thing."

"Really? That's terrible," Gail said with a little giggle.

"What are you laughing for if it's terrible?"

"I don't know. I feel so... funny."

"Yeah." Leaning over, he began stroking the back of her arm. Despite
herself, she let him do it. It felt so good, sending a tingling
sensation all through her body.

"What did you do?" She couldn't help asking the question as she bit her
lip in anticipation.

Lee kept on stroking her arm, running his fingers up to her shoulder. "I
balled them. We fucked."

The word "Fucked," hung in the air and Gail felt an involuntary tingle
down between her legs as she heard the word. Her legs were crossed and
she wondered hazily if he could see up her dress to her panties.

Looking down at her drink, she asked, "And... what did... they, the
girls, do?"

"They took turns fucking me and then went down on each other while I
watched." His other hand began stroking one of her knees, pushing her
skirt back.

Gail's heart was pounding and her mouth was dry. Her mind was imagining
what it must have been like and paying no attention to what his hands
were doing. Besides, it felt good, exciting her and making the idea of
her own brother in bed with two women all the more exciting. It was
wrong, it was evil, it was depraved, it was carnal, yet it was exciting.
She had looked at her brother full of dazed, drugged wonder. He had
actually done such a thing! It was unbelievable. "You're making all this
up."

Thinking back, reliving every moment of the night with her brother, Gail
put her head in her hands and wanted to cry. If only she had gotten up
at that point, or at least forced his hands away, it might have been
different.

Yet, now, she knew it would have been the same. Details might have
changed, but the end result would be the same. Lee had wanted it to
happen and, now, only now, could Gail, full of despair, admit that she
too had wanted it to happen.


Chapter 2

She had no chance. She was drugged, she had no idea of how much she had
drunk. Lee was telling her lurid details about his night in bed with the
two girls, describing their bodies and what they did to him in lewd
detail, and his hands were all over her body.

Lee had said she was too tense. How had he put it?

"You're uptight. Relax." Thinking of his exact words, she went back to
the night, determined to relive the whole thing. He had suggested a
massage and she had stretched out on the floor on her stomach and felt
his strong hands kneading the flesh around her neck and shoulders. "Oh,
that feels so good! she had sighed.

And she let him go on. Her own younger brother had unzipped her dress
and his fingers gently massaged her bare flesh. She had only murmured
when he had unclasped her bra. She lay quiet, sighing with pleasure as
his hands caressed her back and she felt an intense pleasure that
somehow lulled her mind while pleasing her body. This was the first time
she had felt any physical affection since Rod had left and it was so
pleasant and everything was happening so easily as Lee said, "I can't
get at your arms and shoulders with this dress in the way."

And Gail had actually helped him get it off until she was lying with the
dress down around her waist, her whole back naked, her breasts crushed
under her in the bra. It was wrong what she was doing, naughty, bad, but
so very very good. And, after all, she rationalized through the
marijuana haze, it was her brother.

The music, light and dreamy, was still playing on the radio and Gail
found herself listening in rapt pleasure as she felt his hands working
their way down her spinal cord, toward her buttocks. Her excitement
increased as she felt his fingers probing lower and lower, pulling down
her panties until his fingers were working soothingly at the deep
crevice between her buttocks. Just as she felt she must say something to
stop him, he returned to her shoulders, gripping them as he leaned over
and whispered, "That feel good, Sis?"

"Mmmmm," she had murmured and he began all over again. She closed her
eyes as she felt the fingers on her back. They were strong and sure and
she liked the feeling and a wild thought filtered through her drug
dimmed mind... just once, one time in my life, I'd like to be in an orgy
with other naked people. Just once!

His hands were going lower this time, slowly going over her back to
tease themselves in the soft yielding crevice of her buttocks. His hand
was actually under her white nylon panties now and just inches from her
now unprotected anus that suddenly became alive with feeling and she was
aware of her vagina, pressed into the rug underneath her. Her pussy lips
were swelling against the tightness of the crotch band of her panties
and she could feel a slowly rising moistness in her vagina. It was a
warm slippery feeling that excited and tormented her and she flexed her
inner thigh muscles to relieve the lewdly growing sensation.

"You're tense, Sis. Relax and enjoy it." Her brother whispered hotly
behind her ear. He was bending over her, his body close. She could feel
the heat of his breath on the nape of her neck, sending a prickly
sensation down her spine to where his hand was now massaging the smooth
rounded cheeks of her buttocks under her panties.

"Do you think this is right?" she asked, surprised how low and sexy her
voice had become.

"Does it feel good?" Her younger brother asked, ignoring her question.

"Oh, Lee, it feels great, but... should we be doing this?"

The boy laughed and shifted behind her, taking his hand away.

"Okay, now just relax. Don't move, Sis," he said in a soft, hypnotic
voice. "Just let your mind drift and enjoy the feeling."

It seemed forever before she felt his hands on her ankles, massaging
them and moving them around. He pulled off her shoes and began massaging
her feet as his voice continued in a low singsong way, "Just relax,
total relaxation. All muscles relaxed, just relax and feel good, just
relax nice and easy, relax." He went on talking with a hypnotic tone as
Gail felt his hands moving up her legs, moving over her calves and on up
to the knee and to her thighs! Gail felt her vagina swell again as she
felt him pushing the hem of her dress up and massage her soft inner
thighs in strong young hands.

With an ease that surprised her, he spread her legs gently apart and the
band of her panties tightened up between her thighs and she felt one lip
of her vagina slip free and the elastic legband of her panties were
tight on her clitoris and so aroused and excited her she had to fight
against the temptation to move her buttocks beneath his teasing fingers.

Her mouth was open, parted, and her eyes closed as she felt his fingers
lightly teasing the insides of her thighs. She still had her stockings
on but, in another few inches, he would be above the stockings and
touching her bare flesh. Could he see up under her dress? Was he looking
now and seeing where she was staining her panties wet from so much
excitement? Could she stand much more of this teasing? What, she
wondered, was she doing? She had never felt like this before. What did
Lee think he was going to do to her, his own sister. Was it really
possible?

He spread her legs wider, forcing them apart with his strong hands.
Then, taking his hands away, she felt him slowly push her skirt up
around her waist. It caught under her and pulled the crotch band of the
soft nylon panties excruciatingly tighter between her open thighs. Now
the band slipped, bit, deeper into her cunt slit and, as he bunched the
dress around her waist, she felt the band slide into the deep crevice
between her buttocks.

God, she thought, I'm so exposed and hot! I must look like one of those
awful girls to him!

The thought seemed to explode in her mind and her buttocks in sudden,
abject surrender writhed, grinding down into the rug as she let out a
little moan of helpless delight and felt the panties slipping back and
forth over her now distended and throbbing clitoris. Behind her, she
heard the rustle of her brother's shirt and from his movements, she knew
he was taking his clothes off.

Lee had looked down at his married sister with a lopsided, triumphant
little smile on his face. There she was, her dress bunched up around her
waist, her bra undone and her back naked, her legs wide apart, her
stockings, garter belt, and panties still on, and she was undulating and
grinding her buttocks around, lifting them slightly and flexing her
muscles. The panties bit deep into the crevice of her buttocks, exposing
the white, rounded cheeks of her ass that quivered and hollowed as she
writhed hotly in her drug induced excitement.

"That's it, do that more," he whispered as he crouched naked over her.

The prickly surface of the rug excited her all the more and she moaned,
"Oh, God, Lee. We shouldn't be doing this. No, not at allllllll."

"Doesn't it feel good?" he asked in a smutty whisper.

"Ohhhhhhh," she said as she ground down on the rug with her groin,
thrilling to the feelings that were pulsing through her body. It was
wrong what she was doing, very wrong and the 'wrongness' of it excited
her more than she had ever been before.

Lee was lying next to her now and her body stiffened and tensed as she
felt his hard young cock pressing against her side. Her own brother's
cock pressing against her! And it felt so hard and huge and evil! Before
she could react or say anything, his hand was once again on her
buttocks. This time he was bold and brazen, pushing their soft quivering
roundness down hard into the floor and imitating her lewd grinding
movement. "Oh God, Lee, don't, please don't," she whispered, pleading,
her voice shaking in helpless fear of what her sub-conscious mind knew
was about to happen.

He paid no attention to her, only continuing his teasing grinding motion
until she felt her hips voluntarily responding. She couldn't help
herself any longer. All thoughts of her husband and morality drifted
from her mind and she moaned in helpless surrender, her eyes still
closed as she rolled limply over on her back and lay with her legs
spread invitingly apart and one arm over her eyes. She heard herself
hiss out the words and, as she said them, she felt as though obscene
magical flames, flames of sweetness and heat and desire were licking
hungrily at her cunt. "You can do anything you want to me!"

Lee grinned again in triumph and propped himself on one elbow and looked
down at his older sister. Damn, he thought, she is built. Jesus, what a
hot little body! Wonder if her husband fucks her shitless when he's
home?

He stared at her trembling body, his grin loose and depraved. Lying on
her back, she was naked to the waist and her breasts were full and
beautiful, like two snow white ripe melons with little shadows under
each one. Her nipples were small and pointed and hard, revealing her
excitement. The breasts were so perfectly round and formed and set off
by her incredibly thin waist. Her rib cage jutted out in a tantalizing
way and his fingers itched to hold her by the ribs and lick and bite her
nipples. With a cold- blooded lewdness, he took his time, drinking in
all her beauty and savoring it.

Her eyes closed, her mind whirling in drugged surrender, Gail was
relishing her feelings of lewdness and brazenness. She had never been so
hot before in her life, had never felt so lascivious and evil before.
And... with her own little brother! Languidly, her body tingling with
lewd delight, she shifted her hips, tilting her pelvis up so that the
crotchband of her panties pressed deeper and rubbed harder into her now
passion-drenched vaginal slit. An insane idea was in her mind and the
more she thought of it, the more she liked it. She felt as if her open
cunt were boiling in a cauldron. She had to get satisfaction. Being lewd
had only served to flame her desires. A mad little smile played around
her lips as she still kept her arm over her eyes. "Treat me," she
whispered, thrilled by the lewdness of what she was going to say, "Treat
me like you did those girls. Just like you had picked me up tonight in a
bar."

"You'd like that, huh?" Lee breathed in her ear.

"Yes!"

"Want me to do everything to you?"

"Yes!"

"Tell me you want me to fuck you, Sis."

Gail took a deep breath and hissed out the words. "I want you to fuck
me!" The obscene words coming from her own lips thrilled her and she
felt his hand close over her cunt still covered by the wetness of her
panties and a spasm of pure lust swept through her. Lee was going to
take his savage good time with her. Something, an evil desire, swept
through him. When he got through with his newly married young sister,
she would really know what it's like to get the life fucked out of her.
She was his now for as long as he wanted to enjoy her.

He looked at her flat stomach as smooth as silk and at her panties
barely covering her desire-flooded pussy. The band between her legs was
now a thin slit, revealing her soft, curling pubic hair and one swollen
lip of her vagina. By tilting his head ever so slightly, he could see
just a slit of her vaginal wall, red and glistening with excitement. In
a few minutes, he would have her naked and spreading her cunt wide for
his pleasure. He was going to treat her like a whore, bring her down to
her true level and show her what she was really like. A twisted grin was
on his face. This, to him, was what it was all about, breaking down
women's egos until they begged to be fucked and groveled at his feet and
pleaded for more. Once aroused, women were all alike. And he loved it.

Roughly, saying, "Okay, I'm going to give it to you," he pulled at her
dress bunched around her waist and his sister flexed her knees and
lifted her hips free of the floor as he pulled the dress off and threw
it across the room. "Like a whore!" he said in a hoarse voice, the words
thrilling her. "Like a God damned whore!"

And she moaned with delight as he bent over her, his thumbs under her
white silky panties as he pulled them down. She jumped with delight as
she felt the electric shock of his wet tongue on her stomach as he
pulled her panties lower, revealing the soft resilient triangle of her
pubic hair.

Lee pulled the panties over her rounded hips and down to her ankles
where she kicked them off. Then, her eyes smoky with passion, she bent
her knees again and slowly, lewdly, with her younger brother
breathlessly watching, she spread her legs wide.

Lee looked with a lust making his face hard. Her cunt was now naked and,
with a thumb and forefinger, he slowly spread the hair-lined lips of her
pussy wide while she moaned and ground her buttocks salaciously down
into the rug, the softness of it just tickling her exposed anus. Lee
looked at her cunt spread wide, red and moist, ready for him to do
anything he wanted. Bending closer, he flicked the tip of his tongue
over her clitoris and Gail reacted violently. "Aggggggghhhhhaaaaaa!"

Her arm was flung away from her face and she looked to see Lee's face
poised expectantly between her thighs and she pushed her hips up and saw
his tongue flick out again and she felt the soft hot wetness lick at her
cunt and clitoris and she felt she was going to explode with desire. He
was on his knees, his back and tight bare buttocks facing her. She
touched his thighs and he turned his hips so that she could see, with an
audible gasp, his erect penis.

It was so big! Bigger than even her husband's and she had thought that
Rod's had been huge! Big and thick and swelling with a lustful
excitement, the foreskin pulling back to reveal the smooth rubbery head.
As she watched, half frightened yet aroused by the maddening white-hot
thrusts of his tongue into her willing and begging cunt, Lee began
squirming along the rug, that huge cock moving closer and closer to her
head and face and, with another gasp, her mouth!

With a deft movement, he swung one leg over her head and was straddling
her face upside down, still licking at her cunt. She moaned aloud as he
slowly sunk his tongue into her excitedly throbbing pussy and wiggled it
around. She closed her eyes and rolled her head around as she felt the
first deep stirrings of an orgasm come rushing on. No one had ever done
such a thing to her before and she had never even dreamed of the searing
exquisite pleasure of such a thing.

She opened her eyes to see his huge cock looming in front of her face.
She felt like she was in a cave, a cave made of human flesh and nowhere
for her to turn. And, as she watched, Lee lowered his hips so that the
head of his cock brushed rubberlike against her lips.

This was something she had never done with Rod even though he had hinted
at it. The thought of it had always repulsed her. Now, with her own
brother's tongue sliding in and out and all over her cunt, teasing her,
driving her on, pleasing her and building the momentum for an orgasm,
she didn't know how she felt. He was treating her like one of those
awful girls he had told her about and she felt a lewd thrill. The tip of
her tongue licked slowly over the thick head of his cock and she smiled
with the thrill and knowledge of power over him as she saw his cock jerk
tighter in front of her face.

As if answering her in kind, Lee looped his arms around her thighs and
pulled her legs wide apart and buried his face deeper in her
defenselessly spread cunt, his tongue darting in and out and wiggling
against the soft glistening walls of her vagina.

Gail was galvanized, twisted, searing inside, into a lewd response. She
arched her back and tilted up her pelvis and felt, with a little moan of
joy, his finger probing for her anus. Her head thrown back, her hands up
before her face, she seized his throbbing prick in her fingers and
opened her mouth wide. With a slow thrust of his hips, Lee shoved his
cock into the warm moisture of his married sister's mouth and Gail felt
it hot and hard on her lips. Her mouth was open wide, her lips fitting
tightly around the massive mushroom head, her tongue twirling and
tasting a drop of his cum on the very tip and liking it.

With a malicious sweet slowness, Lee took his mouth from her open
convulsive cunt and began fucking up and down into her tightly locked
lips, enjoying the sensual feeling of having her helpless under him.
Whenever he thrust down, Gail's lipstick rimmed lips would go white and
roll in as she held tight and tried not to choke. As he pulled out, her
lips would balloon out as she sucked with all her might and fought to
keep his swelling prick in her mouth.

Lee pumped up and down with a slow lewdness, his hips moving as he
looked down at her cunt in front of his face, her thighs held wide apart
and watched her undulate and writhe in a silent begging for him to lick
her more. That crooked cruel grin split his face savagely as he began to
increase the tempo and strength of his thrusts, thinking, for a wild
moment, he would just cum in her mouth and leave her own body hot and
helpless. With a snarl, he changed his mind. Gail had always been the
"good one" in the family and tonight he was going to show her just how
"good" she really was.

He rolled off her with Gail scrambling, clutching for his cock like a
demented animal deprived of its dinner. He gave her a straight arm and
knocked her over on her back where he leaped on top of her. The impact
of his strong young body caused her eyes to blink and lose focus as she
felt the aching pain spread through her rib cage and lungs as her breath
left her body. He seized her arms by the wrists and forced them back up
over her head, making her breasts thrust up tantalizingly.

With his knees, he forced her legs apart and stuck his cock down along
the open slit of her cunt. Gail, with a dreamy smile, eyes closed,
squeezed her thighs closed around his lust-hardened young cock and felt
it big and hard and throbbing in the soft flesh between her thighs and
felt her wet cunt slipping over the side of his shaft and she worked her
pelvis, rubbing up and down the rock hard shaft, teasing and exciting
herself.

She suddenly felt a pagan atavistic thrill: she was alive and almost
being fucked by her own brother; more than that, more than the lusty
lewd thrill of doing something wrong, committing infidelity, she was
doing something that all of society, from time immemorial, had
condemned. She was doing something that everyone secretly wished and
desired and feared! She grinned up at her brother's face hovering over
her with the guilty knowledge that they were being carnal in the most
sinful way. Incest! The very thought of the word made her feel as if the
floor reeled and rolled under them and it seemed as if a roaring fire
were in her groin and she twisted and writhed her naked body
licentiously around under her brother. She was panting excitedly now as
she spread her legs as wide as they would go and undulated her hips up,
feeling her cunt slip and slide up and down the full length of his
virile young cock.

But Lee wasn't ready to fuck her yet; he had more in store for her. She
was not yet animal enough to satisfy his sadistic ego. When he was
through with her, she would never forget this night, she would never be
the same. He grinned triumphantly. Few men wanted to realize how lewd
women really are and how easy it was to get them into a state where they
acted like, and became, complete whores. The more you made them feel
like depraved sluts, the better they liked it. And it was all so
ridiculously easy if only one had the guts to do it.

Slowly, he forced her wrists together so that he could hold them with
one hand. His other hand freed, he pried it under her back, arching it
even more, her large lovely breasts spilling upward and now in front of
her face. He let his tongue lick. and tease around the distended nipples
of her breasts while she breathlessly watched. She tilted her head
forward and he slid her wrists underneath so that they made a knuckled
pillow and her face was tilted even closer, her chin rubbing against the
soft resilient flesh of her breasts.

She watched in mesmerized lust, her eyes clouded and out of focus as he
sucked and bit a nipple just a few inches from her face. She moaned, her
mouth open as she felt streaks of searing pleasure course through her
body and explode in the depths of her belly. Her orgasm seemed like a
cauldron churning, bubbling, soaring upward, filling her until she
thought she would burst. With his chin (she could feel the stubble of
his beard scratching her sensitive flesh) he tilted the nipple even
closer to her mouth. Incest! The word seemed to hiss through the air as
her hips undulated and her cunt convulsed and twitched against the shaft
of his rigid cock. It was not enough to fuck and suck her own brother,
it was not enough to act depraved, she must love her own body, raise her
pagan lust by exciting herself even more in front of him. The insidious
delight of further perverting herself seized her in iron talons. She
would do anything and everything he demanded and she hoped he would
demand that she do everything.

Closing her eyes, an expression of utter lust coming over her face,
changing her into a wanton bitch ramming and groveling-for more
pleasure, her tongue slid slowly out of her open mouth and slowly licked
her own nipple.

"That's it, Sis!" Lee gasped, "Suck it!"

He pulled his hand free while Gail, her hips still pumping enticingly,
let her hands stay under her head while Lee cupped her large breast in
his free hand and gently pushed her wildly distended nipple into her
open mouth. Gail's wet lips closed over her nipple in a babylike sucking
motion while Lee tilted his head and nibbled on her other nipple while
watching her blissful expression as she mewled and writhed under him.
Shifting his hips, he placed the head of his cock on the lips of her
vagina and she strained upward and outward, eager to have him fuck her.

With a sudden savage thrust of his hips, he rammed the head of his prick
through the thin covering of soft curling pubic hair and on into her
cunt with a quick wet slurping sound, stretching the warm wet walls
tight and round and Gail opened her mouth and let out a low moan of pure
pleasure as she felt the walls of her vagina being stretched to the
point of pain, a pain that was oddly pleasing and exciting.

Then, just as suddenly, he was withdrawing, pulling out and leaping to
his feet, jerking her to her feet by one arm. Nothing was said as he
dragged her through the apartment, the only sound being the two of them
panting as they stumbled into the bedroom and he spun her around and
threw her sprawling on her husband's and her bed where she lay on her
back, her legs spread wide, the slit of her cunt wide and glistening in
the midst of the soft sparse pubic hair between her thighs.

Lee was kneeling on the floor, tearing at his backpack and sleeping bag,
drawing out lengths of rope he used when camping. Crouching over the
foot of the bed, his teeth bared as he breathed hard, he looped the rope
around one ankle and passed the rope under the bed. Bringing it up on
the other side, he lashed the end around her other ankle then pulled the
rope tight, dragging her legs helplessly wide apart while his sister
winced and moaned under the pain of having her legs split so wide apart
and tied down. Looping the rope, he crawled up the bed and bound her
wrists to the upper posts so that she lay helpless, tied in a spread
eagle position while her younger brother kneeled between her legs, his
face twisted in passion.

With a guttural snarl, he fell on her and plunged his virile young cock
deep into her wide-open cunt and Gail screamed as loud as she could
while Lee attacked her brutally, fucking her helplessly bound body with
all his might. Gail thought she was going to pass out as he tore at her
vagina, banging the blunt head of his prick cruelly against her cervix.
She thought she would go mad from the pain and rendering until she felt
her orgasm coming again, mingling with the pain, becoming the pain, the
pain becoming a wild irresistible pleasure that mounted until she felt
the top of her head was going to burst off. "Fuck me!" she gasped, "Fuck
me, fuck it, fuck me, Leeeeeee!"

Their naked flesh smacking together in a lewd sensuous sexual dance,
glistening with sweat, bucking, grappling, undulating and slapping
together with Gail moving as much as the cruel biting ropes would allow,
Lee gasped, "I'm not through with you yet, you hot, married little
bitch!"

"Aaaaagggggghhhhhaaaaaaaaa!" The grinding moan seemed to come from her
very soul as her body twisted up in catatonic pleasure. In a superhuman
effort, she lifted the two of them off the bed, only her head and heels
touching as she was held tense, her inner thigh muscles quivering
crazily in the throes of her orgasm. She came again and again,
twitching, convulsive, her mouth open and her eyes showing white as her
body twitched and trembled from head to foot. "Oh God, Leeeeee... I...
I'mmmmm c... c... cummmmning!"

And her body collapsed under him, her bones turning to warm butter as
she felt his cock still ramming into her cunt that was still spastically
spurting, the tightly clenching little lips seeming to grip the shaft of
his prick in a hotly locked death squeeze.

With a snarl, Lee pulled free and crawled up her bound body, straddling
his knees on either side of her full rounded breasts and seizing her
head in his hands and pulling it up and forward. His fingers were
entwined in her hair and Gail's eyes went wide as she realized what he
was going to do, the wetly glistening head of his cock looming in front
of her face. "Lee!" she blurted, "No! No, n... oooooo! Cum in my cunt,
darling... cum in my cunt... !"

But her voice was instantly cut off as he shoved his huge cock in her
mouth, choking her as she tasted the heat and wetness of her own vaginal
juice. The cock fucked in and out of her mouth with a lubricated ease,
growing in size with his excitement. Despite her pain, Gail felt herself
growing excited again as her younger brother increased the rhythm of his
strokes, his hips pumping his cock in and out until he threw his head
back and bellowed as his prick swelled in her mouth, filling it
completely. Then... she felt hot sperm spurt from his cock and hit the
back of her throat and she swallowed as he came again and again, filling
her mouth and ballooning her cheeks out as she swallowed to keep from
choking. She swallowed the warm slippery liquid again and again as she
felt his body slowly relaxing, listing to one side, his hands becoming
limp and falling from her head as he moaned in wild, satiated delight.

With a newborn lewdness twisting her hips, she sucked on his deflating
cock with all her might, determined, in a lubricious way, to suck him
completely dry. She could feel his loins trembling in fine spasms as he
fell from her, his cock slithering from her lips, a thin rubbery strand
spilling out to lie glistening on her breast as he fell heavily to lie
next to her.

She lay trapped, naked and lewd in her marijuana inspired lust, her hips
pumping as she writhed against her bonds, wanting to fuck more, wanting
to fuck the night away. "Lee!" she gasped, looking at him wildly,
hungrily.

Lee propped on one elbow and grinned at her. "Hot again, huh? Want to
get fucked some more?" "Lee!" she hissed between clenched teeth as she
heaved and twisted her buttocks.

"Let me hear you say it, married sister!" he said maliciously.

Gail closed her eyes and her head thrashed back and forth to blot out
the thought of her husband, Rod. "Fuck me, fuck me more!" she said, her
voice hard and low.

Lee got up and stared blearily around the room. "Must be something
here." He stumbled from the room into the bathroom while Gail raised her
head and wondered what he was doing, crashing around in the bathroom.

The answer was in front of her in a moment. He came from the bathroom
slowly, that same old sardonic smile playing on his lips. He had
something in his hand, concealed behind his body.

He brought it slowly into view. It was a hairbrush! Her very own
hairbrush with a large thick handle. "This'll do," he said, getting on
the bed and kneeling between her wide-split legs, "Until I decide to
fuck you again."

With a moan, Gail let her head fall back, her mouth open, tensing her
legs and flexing her knees as much as she could as she rolled her
buttocks under and thrust her cunt open for her brother to do whatever
he wished.


Chapter 3

Sitting alone in her kitchen, her eyes despairing and vacant, Gail
drained her cup of coffee and liquor and put her face in her hands and
sobbed.

The utter animalistic way she had behaved, the sheer joy with which she
had taken to depravity, the lust she felt searing through her body, had
been undeniable. She had loved every lewd second of it. Had she stopped
there, she might have had some feeble excuse. She had been drunk and
drugged. There was no doubt in her mind that Lee had taken an inhuman
and unholy advantage of her. Nor was there any doubt in her mind that
Lee, her brother, was some kind of satanic monster, that he was close to
madness, that he would someday do something for which society would kill
him. There was no stopping the demonic impulses that drove him to such
reckless acts. Nor did he seem to feel any remorse or guilt afterward.

Just the opposite was true. His excesses only led him to wilder
fantasies. He seemed to have Gail hypnotized. She could not resist him.
And that was the real horror, for she realized, with a growing revulsion
and sense of doom, that he was her brother, her own flesh and blood and
she was like him! She loved the revolting things he made her do, she
gloried in them!

They had fucked the night away until, with trembling fingers weak from
so many orgasms, he had untied her and she had collapsed into a deep
exhausted sleep.

A jarring pain had pulled her back to consciousness. It was morning and
hard sunlight streaming in through the windows made her eyeballs ache
and Lee was on top of her again, his erect young cock again pushing into
her sperm-flooded cunt. She didn't believe her body could ache so in
every bone and her cunt felt raw and sore. "Lee," she moaned, "Please,
please, no, not now."

But her feeble pleas were lost as he began to fuck her brutally and she
could feel her body greedily responding to it. Above her, Lee held her
close and whispered in her ear. "Ever been fucked like that?"

The evil pleasure of hearing him talk to her like that only added to her
growing excitement. "No!"

"Rod ever that good?"

She hesitated, her body stiffening as she thought of her husband. Oh
God, she loved him!

"Rod got a cock like mine?" Lee persisted, fucking her harder.

She fought against answering. She would do anything he wanted except
deny Rod! She fought, her teeth clenched as she felt her hips beginning
to pump back and she wished to be tied down again and have him do
whatever he wanted. "Answer me!" he demanded harshly, grinding his cock
head deep up against her cervix.

She winced with the pain and her lips parted. "N... no!"

"No what?" he grated.

"No, not like you." She said it with a sigh, the lewd admittance and
betrayal exciting her all the more. God, she thought, I'm going to cum
again! He's going to fuck me to death!

"Has he got a cock like mine?" Lee demanded, crushing her in his arms as
he forced his hand down the length of her back and his fingers found the
deep crack between her round buttocks and his forefinger pressed against
the tight puckered entrance of her anus.

"Ahhhhhh!" a sigh of pure pleasure and depravity came from deep within
her as she felt the finger press as his cock sawed in and out of her
again, passion-wet cunt.

"Answer me!

"No. No!" And something inside of her grew, an orgasm as she hungrily
kissed his open mouth and ran her tongue slipping around his lips.
"Nobody has got a cock like yours!" she gasped, wild with desire.

"Not even Rod?"

"No, you're better!"

"Better than Rod?"

"Bigger and better and fuck me, fuck me, Lee!" And he had, the two of
them having another orgasm and falling into exhausted sleep to wake when
it was dark out.

Sitting at the kitchen table, remembering it all and feeling a mixture
of hate and remembered excitement, her vaginal walls wet with desire and
her mind full of self loathing, blinded by tears, Gail staggered to her
feet and blindly felt for the bottle, pouring and spilling the liquor on
the counter top and finally, in a desperate attempt to numb herself from
the sickening thoughts and remembered images, she drank from the bottle,
tilting her head back, some of the drink spilling and snaking down her
cheek and throat as she choked and pulled the bottle away and gasped for
breath.

"Oh God!" she choked as she put the bottle down and covered her mouth
with her hand and slid along the counter top until she came to the sink
where she retched over an over again.

She found her way to the bedroom where she fell on the unmade bed. She
lay there thinking how the whole house was a mess, how she seemed to be
going to the dogs, and she thought of killing herself, committing
suicide, rather than face the fact that she was as depraved as her
brother, Lee.

Brother? She shook her head. He was more than a brother, he was her
lover. She loved the way he had treated her and knew if he should come
back, if he should be alone with her ever again, she would find herself
helpless before his insane and vile will, that she would do anything he
asked.

There seemed no way out of it. The thought of facing Rod again, of
putting her arms around him and kissing him, of getting into bed naked
and making love with him after what she had done and said, seemed
impossible. She had betrayed Rod at Lee's command and did so many times
while he stayed with her.

Lying on the bed, exhausted, Rod's letter crumpled in her hand by the
force of her misery, she tried to will herself to think of all they did
together, of all Lee had done to her.

She had liked feeling abject and conquered in front of him, rising that
night and cooking his meal which he silently and greedily ate, then,
throwing his napkin down and getting to his feet, she followed him back
to the bedroom, clad in nothing but a transparent nglige that he had
demanded she wear, feeling sexy and trembling with anticipation at what
he would ask her to do. He stood in front of the full length mirror that
was attached to the bathroom door and looked over his shoulder,
grinning, his lips thin and cruel. "Come here."

She obediently stood in front of the mirror, looking at her voluptuous
body, her nipples pressing through the flimsy material, seeing the soft
triangle of pubic hair showing. She wasn't drugged and hadn't anything
to drink now. She was cold sober, rational, and yet, she still felt her
vaginal lips swelling and the walls of her cunt pulsating with a wild
wetness. His hard strong hands were on her shoulders and he was forcing
her down, down on her knees and she kneeled in front of him, looking at
her obedient body in the mirror.

Lee stood with his legs apart. He didn't have to say anything; she knew,
he was her brother. With trembling fingers, she unzipped his fly and
fumbled for his hardening cock and took it from his pants, excited all
over again by its size as it swelled in her hand and she watched her
fingers slowly pull the skin back and saw her mouth slowly open and
watched, helpless, loving her humiliation and degradation, as he slowly
pumped his hips forward and his cock slid into her mouth and she saw her
lips grow thin and tight around the thick full shaft and felt the
delicious taste in her mouth.

His hands entwined in her hair and his breathing was becoming excited
and his face distorted as they both watched, standing in front of the
mirror with Gail kneeling at his feet, her hands guiding his cock into
her mouth. "Fingerfuck yourself while I watch!" he hissed.

Again, she knew what he wanted and one hand slid down over her breasts,
down over her slim waist and pulled up the hem of her nglige as she
shifted on her knees, spreading them wide apart and her fingers felt the
pulsing wet slit of her cunt and she teased and caressed her clitoris
into a wild swelling that made her pump her buttocks lewdly as she
sucked on his cock and watched herself doing this incredible wild thing
in the mirror as he sawed in and out of her widely ovaled mouth with an
increasing depth and tempo and she saw her hand moving rhythmically over
her own cunt and then, with a shivering thrill, plunging one finger into
its soft wetness up to the knuckle and fingering it back and forth in
time to his thrusts into her mouth.

Then she forced in another finger as she felt her heat and excitement
mounting as she urged herself, and Lee, on to still another orgasm.

Then, as unpredictable and inexplicable as ever, Lee shoved her away
with a cruel grimace, stepping back and putting his prick back into his
pants and zipping them up. Gail, on the floor, naked from the waist
down, looked up at him full of fear and frustrated desire.

He sauntered to his sleeping bag again, grinning at her over his
shoulder. "Just wanted you in the right mood for some more fun," he
said, bending over the bag and unfolding it and looking. He straightened
up with a camera in his hand, checking it for focus and film.

Gail had tried to compose herself as she got up off the floor and sat on
the edge of the bed, brushing her hair from her eyes. "What are you
going to do?" she asked, knowing what he had in his mind and hoping
against hope he wouldn't say it.

For an answer, Lee snapped in place a flash cube and aiming the camera,
tripped the shutter and the room exploded as if lightning had gone off
just as Gail folded her arms over her breasts. "Lee! No!" she called,
blinded by the flash.

He let a low cruel chuckle come from his throat. "Come on, now you're
getting shy? Get on the bed!" he demanded, pointing.

"Lee, don't make me do that," she pleaded, whining, finding an odd
twisted enjoyment in begging him. She felt her desire building again yet
she forced herself to fight it. "Please, Lee, I'll do anything, else.
I've done everything you've asked."

"And you loved it," he said scornfully. "Look, Babe, get off that high
horse you've been on for years. Face it, you're just like me."

She couldn't answer him, just looked at him with an imploring look, her
hands and arms trying to hide her abundant charms.

Lee only sneered back at her. "Get on the bed. Lie down. You said you
wanted me to treat you like those other chicks. Come on, lie down," he
said in a menacing voice.

She felt her will dwindling. She had done everything else she could
imagine. Why not this? Why not pose like some common whore? Why not
debase herself like she had heard of girls doing? Why not pose for
pictures she had heard men got in Tijuana? Her voice was weak and her
mouth dry as she asked, "W... what are you g... going to do w... with
them?"

Lee wound the film and snorted. "What do you think? I'm going to show
them around to my friends. Sell them if they're any good."

"Lee!" she implored, her face wild. "You couldn't! I'm your sister. I'll
do anything you say but please don't do this to me. You could ruin me!"

His face like a clenched fist, he leaned forward and asked, "How?"

"P... people seeing me." With a helpless wave of the hand, she
stammered, "I... like that! My God, if they got into the wrong hands!
Our parents! Rod! My God, do want to ruin me? Us?"

Lee looked thoughtful. At the possibility of endangering himself, he
grew responsive. He drummed his nails on the side of the camera. "Okay.
Maybe you've got a point. But, in return for my not taking any pictures,
you've got to do exactly what I say."

Gail heaved a sigh of relief and clasped her hands together. "Anything,
anything you want!"

He swaggered in front of her then put the camera down. "That's better.
First, we're going to have a few drinks and then blow some more grass,"
He chuckled and pinched the nipple on her breast, "All to get you in the
right frame of mind. Then, you'll put on a dress with nothing on
underneath and we'll go out."

She tensed again. "Out? Where?"

Lee looked down at her with raised eye-brows. "Where? Where else? To a
movie, naturally."

"A movie?" she asked, again dumbfounded by his sudden change of pace.

"Yeah," he said, stretching languidly. "Coming into town I saw a couple
of skin flicks were playing at a drive-in. We can take your car." He
left the room, heading for the kitchen to pour the drinks, calling back
over his shoulder. "By the way, you got any bread?"

"Bread?" she asked, wondering why he wanted bread when he had just eaten
and just rejected several slices she had made for him. "There's some
toast on the table," she called, getting to her feet and wondering what
dress would please him. She had one miniskirt she was saving to wear for
Rod. Forlornly, she thought, that's all dead now.

A wild peal of laughter came from the kitchen. "Are you ever square. I
mean money, loot, folding bills."

"Money? Yes, I have some. Why?"

"Good," he called back above ice rattling. "Then you pay. The movies
will be my treat for being such a nice guy."

They drove to the movie in silence, Gail driving with extra caution
after having had two drinks and smoked more of Lee's marijuana. Again,
her mind was befuddled and, instead of thinking clearly, instead of
trying to talk to Lee and make him see and understand what he was doing
to her, instead of talking ration and reason, she found herself silent,
staring ahead, thinking of what it felt like to be naked under her
simple miniskirt and how it gave her an odd smutty feeling. And then,
drug induced, her mind reeled back over the obscene things she had done
with her younger brother and she found herself ravenously hungry for
more.

Lee, relaxed, slumped in his seat, pulled up her miniskirt and smiled
down at her bare thighs. They were long and rounded and he liked seeing
them spread wide apart. Gail's hand came slowly down to pull the skirt,
up around her waist, down. She did it with a firm movement, "So near the
toll booth. I have to pay."

Lee looked up to see they were only one car away from the booth on
Gail's side. He laughed and playfully flipped the dress back up. "Leave
it up. Give the guy in the booth a cheap thrill."

Nervous, looking down, Gail drove up to the booth and put her purse in
her lap and nervously pawed for her change purse.

The attendant on duty, a young kid, looked down into the car and caught
his breath, wetting his lips. The young girl in the car was wearing a
low cut dress and he could see almost to her nipples as she bent over
her purse, her breasts full and milky white and jiggling as she hunted
and desperately ticked her teeth and tongue. He leaned further out the
window and saw her naked thigh and, his eyes bugging, her naked hip and
a full lovely curving outline of her buttock.

Finding the money, Gail thrust several bills at the attendant, lying
forward to do so, and allowing him to see one ripe bullet-shaped nipple
a dark red. He leaned far out the window, repeating the license number
silently several times. He and his friends might find that worth looking
into later on, when he was off duty.

Gail was intent on parking and, when she had shut off the ignition and
turned out the lights, she turned to Lee. "I feel..." Her thought was
left unfinished as she looked down and discovered he had his cock out
and it was erect. It stood in the dark of the car thick and obscene and
Gail felt a sluttish thrill of the pleasure it had driven her to:
flights of sheer sexual ecstasy she never dreamed existed.

Lee was rough and crude as he lunged at her and kissed her on the mouth,
forcing her head back and pinning her arms to her side as his hand
rammed between her legs and his fingers roughly probed her vagina.
"Lee!" she said, twisting her head to one side. "Not here!"

"Why not? Everybody does at a place like this. Nobody knows we're
brother and sister. That's all in your head." Brutally, he forced her
head and kissed her wantonly on the mouth, his insistent fingers
caressing her swelling vaginal lips.

Gail let her body go limp and, with a lewd thrill running through her
body like warm molten plastic, she spread her legs wide and slid forward
on the seat, allowing one of his fingers to slide into her moist cunt.
Her hands groped for his cock.

Lee pushed her away and grabbed her by the shoulders. "Get on top of
me," he said in a low tense voice.

Gail looked around. "People will see," she whispered.

"So what?" he growled. "Come on, damn you, I want it."

"How about on the floor or in the back seat?"

"No!" he demanded. "Come on, I want you to ride me."

Brushing the hair out of her eyes, a hateful lubricious thrill of
captivity again surged in her body and she swung around, facing her
brother, putting her arms around his neck and straddling his lap, a knee
on the seat on either side of him. She closed her eyes, feeling her
vagina being spread wide by his fingers. And then, with a shiver and a
low moan, she felt him rubbing the massive head of his cock up and down
her wide-spread slit. My God, she thought, I'm wet already.

His free hand pulled her dress high up around her waist and Gail was
naked from the waist down, kneeling on the car seat, her lovely full
buttocks spread wide, a dimple in each cheek. ANYONE CAN WALK BY THE
WINDOWS AND SEE went wildly through her mind.

And indeed, a couple in a nearby car looked and saw her, moving to
position herself, her arms around Lee's neck, her eyes closed. They
turned from the skin flick on the screen, which was tedious at the
moment, explaining why it was going to be exciting later on. If people
have the choice between seeing a movie and watching the real thing,
they'll take the real thing every time. The couple crowded to one side
of the car as they watched her bare buttocks and thin waist maneuver
themselves in place. Then they saw her throw her head back and sigh as
she slowly sank down on her partner's lap.

Inside the car, they gave out twin moans of pleasure as Gail slowly
lowered her loins, feeling the hard head of his cock spreading her pussy
lips open, making her cunt bulge out on the sides as she felt his ramrod
shaft rise inside of her, filling her up. She jerked and sighed as he
thrust his hips upward, shoving more of his prick into her. She felt its
passage smooth and lubricated and loved the stretched painful feeling
that she knew would rise to a wild pleasure.

She began to undulate up and down; slowly at first, savouring every
delicious minute of her movement. She felt free and wanton and she
slowly gyrated her hips in a slow teasing circular motion ending with a
sudden breathtaking thrust down in which she felt his cock ram its full
way home and Lee let his head fall back as he moaned, "Do it, all the
way, all the way, Babe!"

She withdrew slowly, climbing in a squirming motion back up the length
of his prick, using her thigh muscles and groin to make her cunt lips
squeeze, slip, and contract all round his throbbing cock.

With his hands, he began pushing her skirt up. Gail couldn't care; the
ride, the undulating up-and-down motion was a sexual roller-coaster she
was on and she felt a lewd and overwhelming orgasm building in her
loins. "I'm going to cummmmm," she crooned.

Her hips began moving like they were on stainless steel springs as she
looked down and, in the dark, could see the thick glistening shaft of
his cock disappearing between her legs, stabbing into her cunt. Lee had
pulled the dress up so that her back was completely bare now and the
couple in the next car began caressing one another and necking as they
watched her gyrations grow more frenetic and abandoned.

Lee was forcing her arms up now, her breasts hanging free and ripe. They
were swollen with desire as he put one nipple in his mouth and sucked
while Gail, eyes shut, moaned and tossed her head from side to side. She
was indifferent to anything around her. The only thing that mattered was
her brother's virile young cock fucking in and out of her cunt and her
orgasm which was on the verge of exploding inside of her. With wild
unseeing eyes, she took in the car that pulled up next to them, full of
teenage boys. It was the booth attendant with his young friends.

"They're loooooking," she whispered, "They're watching, and I'm
cummmmminnnnng!"

Six teenagers with the attendant craned their heads and watched, their
young cocks growing hard in their pants as they saw the woman naked,
flinging off her dress over her head and saw her with her head thrown
back, her back arched, her hands around her partner's head as she fucked
and writhed up and down, faster and faster, her heavy full breasts
thrust out and upward, jiggling and undulating in her frenzy and,
through two panes of glass, they saw and heard her cry of passion as she
tensed and shook all over. They watched, breathing hard, as they saw her
collapse and saw the man struggling brutally to get her off his lap. She
disappeared from sight, falling over on the driver's seat and, for a
moment, they couldn't see anything but the looming figure of the man.

"Shit!" one of them said. Then as they watched, they saw one of her legs
thrown over the back seat then the other, placed by the man, up on the
dashboard and they saw the man fall on her with a wild force. "Jesus,
he's fucking her now!" one said.

"Yeah, let's get out and see."

"Look at him go!"

"Yeah, maybe we can get some of that pussy too!"

"Yeah! A gang-bang!"

"I can't see too much."

"Look at him fuck. He's going to fuck the life out of that broad!"

"I can't see too much. Let's get out."

The words sprung them all into action. They got out full of giggles and
whispered warnings to be careful and quiet. They crowded around the
windows of the car, much to the annoyance of the couple in the other
car, and peeked in.

They saw Gail naked and wanton, her head hanging off the front seat, her
huge, rounded breasts cupped in her hands as her finger tips teased her
distended nipples while her legs were thrown wide apart and up high. Lee
had her by the hips and was sawing his thick long cock in and out of her
with a savage abandon. He saw the dark heads bobbing outside the car and
grinned like a wolf as he fucked his sister harder and harder.

Gail, her body being battered into a corner, her breasts lurching and
jiggling with every heavy cruel thrust, got sight of the bulging eyes
looking down at her and wished--wildly, insanely that they would all get
in the car and fuck her into unconsciousness.

Then, Lee came with a wild roar, pumping his hot young sperm deep up
into her hotly clasping cunt, filling her up with a wild desire that
boomed into another orgasm for her, shaking her body in a continual
earthquake and making her feel weak and near fainting from such searing
pleasure.

They lay limp, breathing hard until Lee roused himself and pulled up
into a sitting position. Instantly, the boys retreated to their car.
They sat, horny and frustrated, talking among themselves, trying to work
up enough courage for one of them to go over and talk.

Gail pulled herself up, full of fatigue and sudden shame. Hastily, she,
groped for her dress and pulled it on over her head, staring straight
ahead at the screen. With a moan, she closed her eyes. On the screen two
naked women were on a bed, a blonde and a brunette and they were
caressing one another with their eyes closed. She had completely
forgotten they had gone to skin flicks, hadn't even looked at the screen
once.

She jerked erect, catching her breath as she heard a tapping on the
window on the passenger side, next to Lee. She looked to see a boy
crouching next to the car. To her amazement, Lee casually rolled the
window down and said, "What do you want?"

The boy, the attendant, shoved his head in the window and leered at
Gail, his greedy young eyes mentally undressing her. Then he grinned at
Lee. "No offense, man, but, like, we saw you and," with a smirk he
nodded at Gail, "Her."

"So?" Lee seemed so unconcerned.

"Well, you know." The attendant looked at Gail again, his smile slack
and his lips wet. "Like, if it's all right, you know, how about letting
us have a little?"

"What?" Lee laughed. "You and your friends?"

The attendant looked a little sheepish. "Well, yeah. I mean, it looked
so good."

Lee shifted to look at Gail for a long moment. His face was in a cruel
composure and he seemed mildly amused. Then he turned to the attendant
again. "You want to fuck her?"

"Do I? Oh, man."

"And your friends?"

"Yeah. Why not?"

Lee looked back at Gail and tapped his fingers on his lips. "Why not?"

"I got a friend in a camper a few rows back. We could use that." The
attendant was all action, grinning and hurrying away to make plans.

Gail looked at the carfull of leering kids on her left and, without a
word or hesitation, she started the car and backed out, the tires
screeching. She drove fast and recklessly out of the lot, her brother
lurching from side to side and yelling, "Hey, take it easy. What the
hell are you doing? Watch it, for Christ's sake!"

Gail went roaring out of the lot, down the road kicking up dust and
swerved onto the highway, barely missing an oncoming car which swerved
as its horn wailed in the night. She whipped down the highway then
swerved to the curb and slammed on the brakes so hard Lee was thrown up
against the windshield.

She turned on him fiercely, her eyes shining in the dark. "Now you get
this straight! I'll do anything you want, anything you say just so long
as it is done with you. I'll act like a whore, a dirty slut, do you hear
me, if you want me to, but I will not, I repeat, I WILL NOT DO THAT FOR
ANYONE ELSE! Is that clear?"

Before Lee could react or answer, she went on, her voice rising, "And
another thing. I'll do any filthy thing you want, but ROD WILL NEVER
KNOW! If he ever finds out, if you should ever even so much as drop a
hint, so help me God, I'LL KILL YOU! Is that clear?"

Dumbly he nodded then let out a low laugh. "Well, big sister is finally
liberated."

Gail looked to check the traffic then snapped her head back to him.
"Don't talk to me!"

They drove back to the apartment in utter silence, the two of them
staring ahead and not looking at each other as they entered the
apartment. Gail went directly to her room, slamming the door, leaving it
unlocked as a gesture of defiance. She stripped quickly, took a long hot
shower then toweled her body until it felt good and clean and dressed in
a cotton nightgown, she stood by her bed and clicked out the light.

And listened.

No sound came from the living room except low music from the radio. She
saw light coming in under the door and got into bed softly, closed her
eyes and wished for sleep. Later, she was making a conscious effort to
will herself to sleep. Then she prayed for sleep.

Then she lay staring up at the ceiling. Gail was going through those
long night hours when there is no one to turn to. Her anguish and shame
tore at her soul for long hours with only the clock ticking beside her,
acting as a metronome to her agony.

Far into the night, the low music played on in the living room,
punctuated only by Gail's sighs and mumbled commercials on the radio. A
restlessness enveloped her. She sat up and squinted at the clock. It was
two o'clock in the morning. She lay back, resigned. If HE should come
through the door, she could not stop him. She was exhausted, red-eyed,
yet she could imagine fucking him one more time.

The endless music and silence in the next room piqued her curiosity. She
slipped out of bed, tiptoed to the door and opened it a crack. She could
see Lee lying on his stomach on the couch, sound asleep.

It is part of Gail's character, part of the goodness in her that made
her suddenly relax and step into the room as she had for so many years
when they lived at home and she had stepped into his room, clucked her
tongue and proceeded to clean up after her wild young brother. She
clicked off the radio, went to a closet and got down a blanket and
tenderly draped it over him, pausing to see that he had an angelic smile
on his face.

She couldn't help smiling, remembering him when he was the angel of the
family, when he was her wild laughing kid brother, when she used to
tease him and love him so. And now, her face twisting, she realized the
love was now a secret obscene thing; an attraction that she loathed and
loved, gloatingly, greedily, both at once and at the same time. The more
disgusted with herself she became, the more excited was her mind and her
body.

Kneeling beside him, thinking of what they had done at the drive-in and
what Lee had wanted her to do with all those other boys, Gail grimaced
as she fought against the rising tide of her lust. Twisting her hips,
she could feel the slippery moistness in her vagina and wildly she
thought of undressing him, licking and sucking his prick while he was
asleep and of what could have happened had she gone to the trailer, the
camper? What would it have been like, she wondered, her hand stealing
under her cotton nightgown and stroking the insides of her thighs as she
looked down at his face. Could I do that, she wondered. Could I go in
there, be naked with them? Cocks all around. Do whatever they want?
Could I? She straightened up and shook her head and turned out the
light.

She stood for a minute, listening to his deep regular breathing in the
darkness, thinking: Could I? What would it be like? Could I? Still, it
wouldn't be so different. No. I can't think like that!

She fled the room almost as if chased by some ghostly watchdog. She
huddled in her bed, curling up and shivering. The thought of those six
boys excited her and she tried not to admit it. She fell into a deep
troubled sleep murmuring "No," and "Never," over and over.


Chapter 4

Seven more days until Rod came home. Then it was six. Then five. And
four. Three, two one. And she was wide awake, opening the drapes in the
bedroom to allow the first rays of morning sunshine in and, today, Rod
would finally be home.

The time had passed so fast and Gail had tried to cut down on her
nightly drinking but found it impossible. To compensate, she became
maniacal about cleaning the house and having everything neat and in its
place. She made endless trips to the Laundromat and spent hours
scrubbing and polishing the floor. She sat, drinking, planning the home
coming meal in her mind with endless changes. She polished what silver
they had for three nights running. And tried to decide what she would
do.

And, now, she stood in her nightgown, rubbing her eyes and looking at
the morning sun over the city. In the year since Rod had seen her, she
had changed. Her face was somehow older with the beginnings of hard
lines on her cheeks and an odd look in her eyes. It seemed sad at times.
Other times it seemed to smoke with a repressed emotion. A kind of
masochistic smile on her lips when she looked that way.

And Rod had changed. Driving to the airport, she didn't know what to
expect. Rather, she imagined they would see one another and rush into
each other's arms. Or, she would see him and rush at him, that old
feeling for him real when she was in his presence. Somehow, it wasn't at
all like that. She had stood in the airport lobby, listening to the
great whoosh of incoming planes and the rising, screaming whine of the
great jets taking off and absently glanced around and saw him, Rod,
standing looking at each other.

They walked towards each other slowly, each intent on the other, each
knowing that the other had changed. They walked toward each other like
people who had dated once years before. Gail's smile was warm and
friendly "Hi."

Rod stood looking down at her. His face was older, harder, thinner.
Also, he seemed taller. "Hi."

"You've lost weight," she said.

"So have you." And, for the first time, he smiled, crow's feet appearing
at the corners of his eyes.

"Welcome home, Rod."

"Good to be home, darling."

"Are you all right?"

"Of course I am," he scoffed. "How about yourself?

"I'm fine now that you're here."

"Same here." He stepped forward to take her in his arms.

"Rod?" And her hand shot up, stopping him.

"What?" he asked, squinting.

Gail hesitated, opened her mouth, closed it and, as glimmers of tears
danced in her eyes, she said, "I love you."

"And I love you, honey," he said as he took her in his arms and kissed
her.

"Rod?"

"Yes?" he murmured, fighting for her lips.

"I need you!"

Rod gave a satisfied little laugh and hugged her tight. "And I need you
too. Boy, did I miss you!"

"I mean I really need you!" she sobbed.

"Okay. I'll never go away again."

"Promise?

"Promise."

They left the terminal arm-in-arm laughing. Rod drove home with Gail
snuggled close beside him, trying not to think of what she had done in
the car.

Rod insisted on carrying her into the apartment and put her down, taking
off his tie and coat. "Wow. I don't believe it. Fix me a drink after a
nice long kiss."

She had stepped into his arms and felt his kiss and sensed his lack of
ardor. Something, a little indefinable something told her that all was
not right. Fearful that she might, in some way, some reserve, give away
the all consuming lust she had had for her brother, she rubbed her hips
against him and brushed her thighs back and forth.

Now, it was he, who pulled away. Her first numbing fear was that, in
some way, he knew about her and his brother-in-law. If Lee had told him!
She stood frozen by fear, waiting for the scalding word to come out of
his mouth. Incest!

Instead, he waved a hand and said, "I'm sorry, it's me. Look, a lot has
happened and it was a long flight and I'm dead on my feet. How about
that drink?"

She exploded in relief. "Of course! How would you like it? On the rocks
with a little soda?" That was the way he used to like his drink.

Rod looked thoughtful. "Better make that neat."

"Neat?" She looked at him questioningly.

He nodded. "Neat."

He looked so different to her standing in the middle of the room with
his hands on his hips. Thinner, yes, but changed around the eyes and
mouth. Even his attitude was different. She smiled and spun from him,
saying, "One neat scotch coming up." In the kitchen, she poured herself
a drink that was pretty generous. To cover up, she poured more scotch in
his glass.

They sat on the couch together, holding hands, eagerly telling each
other any and all big news they had. Rod said he was on leave for a
month then only had to report back for processing on his discharge.

"Will you be going back to your old job? Have you written the
advertising agency?"

Rod looked down at the floor, took a big drink, then let his head flop
back on the couch. "No, I haven't."

"Are you going to call them?"

Rod looked vague. "No, I'm not."

"Why?" Gail bit her lip.

"Well," he gave a little laugh, "I don't think I want to be in
advertising any more."

They both took quick drinks and Gail took their glasses to the kitchen
and poured bigger drinks. Sitting next to him, she looked at his face
and knew he was troubled, that he had come to some new understanding of
himself. Having gone through the problem with horrendous consequences,
she was sympathetic. Could she, for a few moments, forget her own deep
problems?. "What do you want to do, then?" she finally asked.

He shrugged. "That's it. I don't know." He gave a little laugh. "I don't
have the slightest idea what I want to do."

"Maybe you want to go back to school?" she asked hopefully.

He made a face and took a deep drink. "Nuts. All those long hairs
running around and rioting and mouthing off about a lot of causes they
don't even understand." Rod was up on his feet and it seemed like he was
letting out some of what was bothering him so Gail sat quiet as he
talked on. "I'm too old for that crap. Listen, to them, it's all a game.
They're over here and bad mouthing and thinking they've got the problems
of the world licked and they don't even know what it's all about."

He was striding about the room, drinking, staring off, shooting glances
her way while he talked on. "There they are and there I am. There I am
in my little chopper, taking off, doing it from the manual, doing just
like in training only I'm not in training, I'm in Vietnam and my chopper
is loaded down with wounded men. Men blown half apart by land mines and
men with their faces blown off by booby traps and kids bleeding, their
life blood spilling out of them."

He paused for a moment, drained his glass then went on. "Sometimes I was
so loaded I had stretcher cases lashed to my landing pontoons. Sometimes
I had such a load of wounded, I couldn't get too much altitude and I'd
have to fly between the hills and I'd look out at those guys and see
them looking at me with those eyes and sometimes those bastards up in
the hills would fire on us."

He paused and Gail got up to take his glass. "Honey, I'm so sorry."

Rod raked a hand through his hair and scoffed. "I'm sorry. Doing a job
like that day in and day out can warp your perspective."

Gail shuddered. "I'll bet. You've seen too much suffering."

Rod gave a harsh laugh as he followed her out to the kitchen and stood
watching as she mixed the drinks. "It's more than just that. It's the
whole God damn country. Corruption everywhere. In the towns, it's all
black market, whores, and dope."

Gail looked at him. "Really?"

"The whole place is miserable. There isn't one decent person in that
whole stinking country. Sometimes, I just wished I could put it all down
and walk away from it. Just say the hell with it."

"What did you do to keep from going crazy?"

Rod took his drink, took a big swig then tilted his glass in a little
ironic toast. "Well, booze, for one thing."

Gail cocked her head. "For one thing?"

Rod looked at her seriously. "Yes. Pot, for another. Don't look so
shocked or upset. Everybody over there smokes it. The stuff grows wild
all over the place. Everybody does it. And with good cause. Keeps you
from going nuts and busting the place up."

"I... didn't know," Gail said, wondering if she should tell him she had
smoked it, wondering if she should tell him anything about Lee having
been there. "You never wrote me about it."

"It's something you don't write home about." With a shrug, he grabbed
the bottle and walked back into the living room, sprawling on the couch
and saying, "Let's have some music or television or something."

Gail followed him. Her mind was a mixture of emotions and conflicting
thoughts. She had hoped he would be calm and strong and take charge of
their life and be someone she could lean on; someone she could love and
trust and perhaps, someday, confide in and tell all of what was burning
in her soul and groin. She needed to tell someone what she was going
through and that someone had been Rod. Now, here he was; restless,
disillusioned, bitter, drinking, unsure.

The fact that he had confessed he had smoked pot in Vietnam had a double
effect: first, a relief in that he had done it too; a way, in fact, of
admitting she had done it with Lee and a way of opening up the subject.
Yet, at the same time, there was the realization that, if he had smoked
pot, he had felt the way she had and he could have found it easy to find
willing girls.

"And what else did you do?" she asked, sitting next to him and beginning
to feel the blissful relief and relaxation from the booze.

Rod looked mystified. "What else did I do?"

"To keep from going crazy."

"Over there? Oh, the usual. Crap games, card games. I told you about the
boozing. Movies, when we could get them. And the dope," he added, waving
the bottle a little drunkenly.

"And what else?"

He looked at her owlishly. "What do you mean, what else?"

Gail tried to look coy. "No women?"

Rod gave a humorless laugh. "Naw."

"Come on, you can tell me."

"Say," he said, pausing to drink, "What kind of guy do you think I am?"

"Like every other husband far away from home and lonely, and upset,"
Gail said with an expansive and tolerating wave of the hand.

"No, not me," Rod answered, looking down at his glass.

"I hear those Vietnamese girls are pretty cute. I've seen them on the
news. Some of them are knockouts," she said, teasing, moving closer and
letting her hand stroke his thigh.

"Yeah, some of them are, but those aren't the bar girls. You can't get
near those girls."

"Yeah, but I bet you didn't have any difficulty getting near those bar
girls."

"No," he said, shaking his head. "Oh, a couple of times we fooled
around. Couple of the guys used to make out, but I never did more than
buy them a couple of drinks."

Gail threw her hand to her mouth and laughed. "I bet. Come on, Rod, I
love you. Are we going to have secrets from one an other?" she asked,
amazed at her own excitement and lack of guilt. A wild thrill ran
through her. She felt like Lee. It was a lewd thrill that made her lean
forward, her lips wet and parted, her eyes half closed, her breast
brushing against his shoulder as she whispered, "Come on, tell me about
it."

Rod burst away from her, getting to his feet. "All right," he said,
waving his glass. "So I did. Just once. That's all. I was drunk and
lonely and hadn't heard from you for a long while and I met this girl
and went and did it."

"I wrote you every day," she said, a little defiantly. Even though it
appeased her conscience a little to know that he too had been
unfaithful, it hurt her pride and she felt a pang of jealousy creep into
her being.

"The mail was held up lots of times and I'd get a whole lot of letters
at once," he alibied. "Anyway, that's no excuse. Honey, forgive me. Try
to understand. She meant nothing to me and I was lonely and I didn't
even enjoy it."

Triumph, a lewd and wicked kind of triumph came over her. With a lewd
smile, she knew she had him. She got up off the couch, put down her
drink and walked to the bedroom door. Turning to him, she began to
languidly unbutton the front of her dress. "Was she any good?" she asked
in a low voice.

Rod, still standing in the center of the room, watched her with
narrowing eyes. "No, just a girl."

"A prostitute?" she asked, slipping one snowy shoulder free and
revealing she was wearing a black half-bra that barely caught and
contained a rounded and billowing breast.

He drank from his glass, watching her with greedy eyes over the rim.
"Yeah, she was a prostitute." She slipped her other shoulder free and
stood with the dress falling past her tight slim waist and catching on
her beautifully rounded hips. "What did she look like?" she murmured.

He grinned sheepishly. "Oh, all right. Say, what are we talking about
her for?"

Slowly, provocatively, she shifted her weight from hip to hip and Rod
felt his cock give a jerk as he saw the red of one nipple working its
way loose from her bra and the dress slipped lower on her hips,
revealing she was wearing a scarlet garter belt. "Was she good looking?"
she persisted.

He was now looking at her body, at her inviting, bare midriff that
undulated as she moved her hips in time to the music. "I already told
you," he said, finding his mouth suddenly dry.

With a slow, shimmying movement, the dress slithered to the floor and
she stood in stockings, high heels, black bikini panties, red garter
belt and a flimsy half bra that her heavy ripe melon-breasts were
bouncing out of. "Did she look as sexy as me?" she asked, her voice low.

Rod gulped at his drink, draining it and standing looking at her
loveliness. Her long tapering legs seemed to curve all the more as she
raised one and bent the knee across her body, seeming to hide her
private loveliness but only exposing one taut cheek of her buttocks as
the panties rode up into the deep crevice. With an enticing look, she
whispered, "Why don't we go in here and talk about it?"

Slowly, she turned, revealing the full impact of her pert buttocks half
naked and alluring, and walked into the darkness of their bedroom.
Without a word, Rod watched her go, watched the rhythmic rise and fall
of the naked cheeks of her buttocks. Hastily, he poured himself another
drink and gulped it down and followed her into the bedroom.

He found her on the bed, on her back. Her huge breasts had flowed out of
the bra, her nipples red and distended. Her breasts seemed higher,
jutting upward with the help of the bra and she lay with one leg bent
and across her body. Slowly, she straightened the leg and spread both of
them. He was standing at the foot of the bed, looking at her body, his
eyes zeroing in on her crotch where he could plainly see the imprint of
her vagina on the tight black band and several tiny curling strands of
her pubic hair sticking out. And, as he watched, wiping the back of his
hand across his mouth, she let her hips undulate ever so little.

With a cry, he was on the bed and crashing on top of her, fully clothed,
his mouth on hers and his hands running up and down her body. He was
shocked and surprised with the intensity and abandon of her response.
She ground her hips up against him and her hands pawed at his clothing,
trying to get it off him while her open mouth kissed him and her hot
tongue ran wild in his mouth.

They writhed together, as he felt her hip bones jutting up and his hands
ran wild over her body, rudely grabbing her breasts, her buttocks, then,
with a guttural cry, cupping his hand over her cunt and feeling it hot
and swollen and moist under the panties. He rolled off her and was
surprised how quickly she sprang to help him out of his clothes.
Stripped to his shorts, his cock bulging beneath them, it was Gail who
fought his hands away and forced him to lie back while she pulled them
down, his cock flopping into sight and waving erect.

She threw his shorts on the floor then propped herself above him on her
arms, smiling down at him. Tantalizingly, she let her breasts skim over
his chest, her nipples being prickled by his chest hair. "Was she good
to you?" she asked in a whisper.

Passionate, drunk, he was bewildered.

"Was who good to what?"

"The girl, the prostitute," she said with a smutty smile. "What did she
do to you?" As an incentive to answer, she lowered her body until her
hot silky stomach was just touching his cock. She rocked slowly back and
forth and then up and down, applying just enough pressure to tease him
and roll the foreskin back. Rod groaned. "Oh, wow, it's been so long.
What difference does it make what she did?"

"None," she cooed. "But I want to hear what she did to you?" she asked,
putting her stockinged knee between his legs and forcing them apart.
Slowly, she let her weight come down on him, her breasts bulging in
front of his face.

"The usual," he said, running his hands down her back and snapping her
bra loose and letting his hands go on down to where they touched the top
of her panties. Slowly, he tugged them downward as she lifted her hips
to allow him to do so.

"And what's the usual?"

"You know."

"No, I don't. Tell me."

"You know."

"Tell me!"

"They... they did what most of the girls do."

"What's that?" she asked with smokey eyes, feeling her excitement mount.
It was almost as good as being with Lee. She would get him to tell her
what the girl had done to him and she would, in a kind of subjugation,
do the same to him.

"Well, they sort of make love to the guy."

"How?"

He closed his eyes. He was being driven mad by her writhing body. Half
drunk, having confessed to sex he thought: what the hell. "They sort of
put. Well, they used their mouths."

"Ohhhhhhh." It was a low exclamation of understanding and pleasure that
came from his wife. Slowly, she began slipping down the length of his
body, her mouth licking, kissing, biting. She paused to nibble at his
chest, sending a crude feeling of lust scorching through his groin. She
made a wet trail across his stomach, pausing to probe her tongue into
his navel, then slip on down to, with a jerk, and a moan, he felt the
hot wet tip of her tongue flick across the end of his cock. He raised
his head with a dazed expression and saw her over his cock, her mouth
open, her tongue out, her eyes closed and her face radiant with lust.
While he watched, he saw her wet her lips with her tongue and slowly
open her mouth wide and take his cock in her mouth where he felt a
rubbery wet softness. Slowly, her lips taut as a rubber band, she began
to bob her head up and down.

His head fell back and he let out a moan as he felt her begin to
expertly suck as her mouth and tongue moved over his rockhard shaft. It
had been awhile since he had had a woman and his body writhed
convulsively and he fought against a lewd pumping of his hips which he
knew from experience would heighten the feeling yet wasn't something he
should do with his own wife.

His wife!

The thought hit him like a thunderbolt. Here she was, acting like a
Vietnamese whore, asking him what they did and then doing it! Somehow,
it wasn't right. Yet, it felt so good and it was fun. But, with Gail?
Sweet, innocent young Gail?

The thought that his pent-up passion was getting out of hand and he
would, like she was some common whore, shoot off in her mouth, suddenly
become appallingly real. Frantically, he tore out her head, pulling her
away with all his strength.

Gail got her breath and brushed the hair out of her eyes, whispering
softly, "What's the matter, darling?"

"Nothing. Just getting kind of excited, that's all," he said, gasping.

She squeezed his cock with her hand and said, "Isn't that the whole
idea?"

"Yeah, but I might cum!"

She tilted her head and looked down at him with a strange lewd smile.
"So?"

"Well... it's not right."

She pursed her lips and smiled mockingly. "Not right? What did you do
with that girl? Didn't you cum in her mouth?"

At her use of the word, "cum," he stiffened. She never used to talk like
that. She had changed. As he remembered, she was always responsive, but
shy and passive. Drunkly he tried to remember if she had ever gone down
on him before. But, his lust couldn't be denied.

"Well," she asked again, "Didn't you cum in their mouths? Didn't you
like that?"

"Yeah," he admitted, "But that was different."

"How? Did they do something that I don't do?

"No! I didn't mean that. I mean it was different. That was her job."

"And this one," she said, squeezing his cock again, "Is my job."

She bent her head again and he felt her hot wet mouth close over the
mushrooming head of his cock and felt her warm slippery tongue slide
around with the tip licking over the entrance to his prick, trying to
tantalize the hot male juice out. He moaned with delight but couldn't
let his wife behave in this way. He reached down and tried to lift her
head with both his hands.

Gail responded by locking her arms around his widespread thighs and
sucking with all her might, her head bobbing as fast as she could.

"Gail!" he gasped, "Stop it, stop it, God damn it!"

They fought, with Rod pulling her hair until he was afraid it would rip
loose, then trying to wedge his hand down to push her face away. His
fingers felt the diamond hard erection and her lips swooping down and
touching his fingers. His shaft was wet and a low lewd thrill ran
through him as he felt her lips slip down and suck on the tips of his
fingers. One of her hands coming from under his muscular thighs, seized
his fingers and guided them and encouraged them to grip the shaft of his
cock and, with a lewd moan, he grabbed it and pulled the foreskin
further back, feeling her lips and tongue exploring new contours of his
prick. With a greedy lust, he stroked the skin back and forth as he
groaned and moaned with pleasure while below, his wife increased the
rhythm of her sucking.

With a shock, he felt her forefinger probing the tight crevice of his
buttocks, teasing in to find his tiny puckered anus. Nothing but the
most depraved Vietnamese women ever did that! He had heard about it but
never had anyone do it to him. Now, at home, his wife's forefinger was
flicking back and forth, sending shivers up and down his spine as she
sucked with a wild abandon on his cock!

He was going wild, nearing a monster orgasm. It was not right to do a
thing like that with your wife, he told himself and he fought with a
renewed effort, using all his strength, not caring if he hurt her or
not, only concerned with stopping what they were doing. They tossed back
and forth and he fought, trying to pull out from under her and, as he
did, he felt her finger pop into his anus and he gave a yell. Despite
himself, despite all his struggling, he found his hips pumping in rhythm
to her sucking and he writhed and pumped and, with a desperate effort,
rolled over so that she was under him.

The lewdness of their pose sent rockets exploding in his skull. He was
on top of her, his cock still in her mouth, her arms still locked around
his thighs. With a wild hoarse cry, he began fucking her in the mouth as
though it were another cunt. He couldn't help it, it felt so good and
the whole thing was better than any Saturday night whore he had ever
heard of. Her finger was slipping deeper into his anus as he thrust in
and out and he fought with her again, turning over once more so that she
was on top of him. Then, with a wild cry and wild thrust, they twisted
and tumbled off the bed and fell to the floor where he landed on top of
her.

She was sucking harder than ever, holding on to him with all her
strength and all reserve, all morals were gone and abandoned. He was
going to fuck the shit out of her. He pumped in and out of her mouth
with all his might while her finger sawed in and out of his anus and her
lips were like a vacuum stopper around his cock, sucking hard.

Now he was fucking into her roundly ovaled mouth viciously, pumping in
and out with all his might, lewdly banging her head down on the floor as
he suddenly threw back his head and yelled, "Aggghhhhaaa!" and pumped
white hot sperm deep down into her hungrily! He felt her sucking still
and looked down to see her cheeks ballooning between her legs. He saw
his cock swelling with each explosion of cum and saw her swallowing hard
and sucking for still more and, as her finger gyrated in his anus, he
felt he would never have a sweeter orgasm ever and the sight of her
greedy sucking sent secondary spasms coursing through his body and he
came again and again, gradually collapsing and falling to one side as
she turned with him, still sucking his deflating cock. Soon, he was flat
on his back on the floor, relaxed, his eyes closed, feeling her over
him, sucking the last bit of cum from his soft cock then licking it
clean. Then she stopped and he felt like falling asleep.

He raised his head and saw her walking quickly from the room, her
buttocks twitching up and down. Jesus, he thought, and I haven't even
fucked her yet!

She came back quickly with the bottle and two glasses. She knelt beside
him, her breasts naked and tempting as they quivered, and poured two
drinks. "How was that?" she asked, handing him a drink.

Rod drained his glass and handed it back, gasping for breath. "That...
that was out of sight."

Gail looked pleased and leaned over him, one nipple near his mouth. "I'm
glad. What else did they do?"

"Who?" he asked, knowing full well what she was talking about.

Insinuatingly, she rubbed the nipple across his lips. "You know. I'm
hot. That was good. I'll do that to you again."

Despite his fatigue, he felt a tremor of excitement grow in his prick.
"What else did they do to make you happy?" she asked, persisting.

He looked at her, doubtful. "Aren't you mad or jealous?"

She drank and smiled down at him. From her eyes, he could tell she was
getting smashed. "No," she said, slurring the word. "Oh, a little, but I
understand. You were far far away from home."

"Yeah," he said with a smirk, taking another drink from her. What the
hell, he thought, she's excited because I'm home. "Some of them were
pretty good," he said, drinking. He had just about decided they both
would get drunk and make some more love.

"What did they do?" she asked with her eyes glazed from more than booze.

"Oh, the better whorehouses had shows," he said with a bragging kind of
nonchalance.

"What kind of shows?" She seemed to be eager to know. It was almost as
if talking about such things meant as much as the actual thing. "Well,
strip shows and shows with girls making love and shows with girls making
love with animals."

"Animals!" she squealed. "I don't believe you!"

"Honest. I saw one girl with a dog and another girl with a donkey.
Honest. I talked to the girl with the dog and she said no man could ever
satisfy her again after she had a dog. Can you imagine anything so
depraved?"

Gail squirmed closer, her hand playing with his prick. Against all he
wished, he found it growing harder under her gentle ministrations. "What
kind of a dog was it?"

"Big German Police dog. Belonged to the Saigon police department."

"And what did it do to the girl?" she asked breathlessly.

"It fucked the life out of her. In her ass," he added softly as though
an afterthought.

Gail's heavy sigh and strange excited expression was the first real sign
to him that something was wrong. He fought with his alcohol befogged
mind. She was never this way before. Something had happened. What could
be the truth dawned on him in a frightening way. Just as he had been
busy with whores in Vietnam, so she could be busy with men back at home!

He started to prop himself up on his knees but his wife had gotten up
and was standing over him, pulling her scanty panties off as he watched.
She stood, clad in nothing but her high heels, stockings, and garter
belt. Swaying from drunkenness just a bit, she stepped, placing a leg on
either side of his head and Rod threw his head back and looked up.

The sight inflamed his lust again and he felt his cock swelling
painfully blood full and erect. She stood above him with her hands on
her hips, her legs apart and he looked up her long legs and could see
the glistening slit of her cunt buried in her dark pubic hair and the
tight deep crevice where her plump buttocks met. Slowly, as he watched,
her hips began to gyrate and her legs spread apart. He saw her hands
coming down and caressing her pubic hair and he saw her forefinger slide
its lubricated way up and down the length of her cunt and she began to
slowly spread her legs, kneeling as she did so. Above was her slim
stomach, now heaving with desire. His mesmerized eye traveled on up, up
to where he saw her great breasts jutting out, almost obscuring her
face. Between her cleavage, he could see her chin tilted, her head
thrown back.

His hands began caressing the insides of her calves and ran on up to
stroke the insides of her thighs and, as he watched, he saw her fingers
form on the lips of her vagina and slowly pull it open and wide. The
glistening red walls of her cunt were now visible to him. As he watched,
his cock now ramrod hard again, she began to slowly gyrate. The sight
was too much for him as he saw her cunt twitch and gape, one of her
fingers running in and coming out wet and her buttocks moved in a
rubbery way, expanding enough for him to see a glimpse of her anus.

He wanted to lick her cunt; something that he had never done. Certainly
not with the Saigon bar girls. No telling what kind of diseases they
had. Yet, he couldn't bring himself to do it, even as she was bending
lower, spreading her legs wider while her fingers toyed with her
throbbing little clitoris and slipped in and out of her cunt.

He pushed her away and got to his feet and she fell back, her breasts
jiggling obscenely. "Do you want me to suck you some more?" she asked.
Her reaction was strange, for he thought he saw a lewd thrill run
through her body, making her tremble. There was an odd look in her eye,
like she wished for him to make her suck him again.

Grabbing her by the wrist, he pulled her to her feet and spun her on the
bed where she sprawled and spread her legs. She lay there, her arms
thrown behind her head, her breasts heaving with passion as she rolled
her buttocks under and started her hips in a long slow pumping as if
some invisible cock was fucking in and out of her.

Rod watched, aroused, as she squeezed her moist cunt together between
her soft thighs and trembled with lust and desire. She writhed and
undulated before him, her hands coming down to cup her breasts. He
crawled on the bed, panting, kneeling between her legs and lying on top
of her, his cock held away from her cunt. He felt her long legs wrapping
around his body, pulling him in while her buttocks squirmed under him,
yearning for his prick. A wild excitement, spurred on by his drinking
and her wantonness, made him say, what the hell, might as well go all
the way. His mouth by her ear, he whispered. "There was this girl who
showed me something once."

"What!" she whispered back, her voice excited and breathy.

"Tell me, I'll do it!"

He pulled away from her and said, "Roll over on your stomach."
Instantly, she obeyed, lying flat with her head averted from him. If he
could have seen her face, he would have found it glazed with a
masochistic kind of lust. Instead, Rod found himself gazing at her
smooth firm buttocks. They were perfect and their sensuous symmetry made
him stare down at them, fondle them, feel their warmth and soft rubbery
firmness while Gail moaned pleasantly. Lewdness had them both caught in
its iron grip now as Rod thought of steamy drunken nights in Saigon
whorehouses where anything could be bought for a price and Gail closed
her eyes and dreamed of Lee and their night in the drive-in. Could she
have gone back to that camper and been gangfucked by all those teenage
boys? What was it Lee had said? Something about being liberated? Yes,
she thought, her mind confused and boiling with lust, when I give in,
I'm free!

"Spread your legs!" Rod whispered hoarsely, feeling his cock grow erect
and hard against his flat stomach. He watched as she obeyed, spreading
her legs as far as possible while he crawled between them and looked
down. Her buttocks were spread wide and the deep crevice between them
widened until he could see the dark spot where her anus was. Below that,
surrounded by sparsely curling pubic hair was her cunt, the lips spread
wide so he could see the inflamed cherry-red walls all wet and inviting.
She was crushing her clitoris down on the bed sheets and grinding away
in a slow lewd movement.

"Get up on your knees!" he commanded, his voice little more than a white
breath of air. He watched as her buttocks rose in the air as she
struggled to her knees, her legs still spread apart. Muscles and cords
stood out as she rose obscenely on her knees, her ass held high with
each cheek spread taut. Her defenseless puckered little anus was in full
view. Never had Rod seen anyone more naked or vulnerable as he saw her
cunt with its vaginal lips swollen and spread. God, he thought, she
looks just like a whore! His mouth dry, he said, "Reach back and spread
your cunt with your hands."

He almost spat the word, "cunt," and he could see a visible reaction
from Gail. A shudder ran through her body and she reached, stretching
her arms, around her tight young buttocks and felt with her fingertips
for the lips of her vagina and slowly spread her cunt open wide.

With a roar, Rod lunged between her legs, got to his knees and seized
her hips with his hands, digging his fingers deep into her flesh and
rammed his cock home as she moaned. He drove it as deep as it would go
into her, feeling her cunt resist for an exquisite lubricated moment
then plunging on in the full length of his shaft, feeling it surrounded
by the feeling of warm, living honey.

He fucked her with abandon, slamming it into her, feeling his balls slap
back and forth obscenely and seeing her with her head still on the bed,
her face turned away from him, seeing her head jerk and recoil under the
impact of his thrusts. Below her, her breasts just touched the sheets
and they quivered and jiggled as he fucked her, her nipples becoming
distended and an excitement running through her body.

Gail met each of his brutal thrusts by pushing back, eager to get every
inch of his cock in her. His fingernails were digging deeper into her
loins with each thrust and their pain was part of her humiliation and
her humiliation was her excitement and pleasure. She felt an orgasm
building in her and she longed for further depravity, for her brother to
come back and to dominate her and force her to do obscene things.

And as she thought of Lee and what might have happened had she gone to
that camper with those boys, her orgasm surged and welled up. "Oh God,
darling, I'm cumming!" she panted.

Rod threw his head back in wild abandon, gritting his teeth as he fucked
as hard as he could and felt another orgasm coming on him.

"In the ass!" Gail suddenly screamed, her voice harsh.

"What?"

"In the ass, fuck me in the ass if you want to!" she hissed, the words
tearing across her vocal chords. "In the ass, fuck me in the ass like
the dog!"

The thought drove Rod mad but he was beyond control, beyond stopping.
Gail herself was driven wild by her confession of the lewd desire. A
white light seemed to explode deep in her mind.

"I... I'm cummmmmmmming!" Her body tensed as she thrust upward. "I... I
want... want... Aggggggghhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaah!" The sound seemed to come
from the pit of her stomach as she came again and again, her cunt caught
in tiny electric spasms.

Rod came in her cunt, shooting a thin jet of scalding hot sperm so fast
and hard he didn't realize it until he felt his cock thickening against
the next burst. He came, taking a deep lungful of air and moaning as his
body went limp under the massive pleasure of pumping hot juice into his
wife's hungrily dilating cunt.

They collapsed, Rod bearing down all his dead weight on his wife until
he rolled off. Gail was almost instantly asleep, murmuring something
like "Bee," and crawling exhausted under the covers. Rod followed her,
laying on his back, wearily reaching for and turning out the light. He
lay still, catching his breath, feeling sleepy making everything fuzzy
and incoherent.

His body flinched him awake and his mind was full of a yammering
thought: she has been fucking someone else. She was never like this
before.

He lay thinking, not sure he wanted a wife who acted like a whore; not
sure he liked his wife begging him to commit sodomy even though it was
exciting at the time. It was not normal. He frowned up at the dark
ceiling and thought a long time before going to sleep.


Chapter 5

The weeks that followed were spent in sightseeing in and around San
Diego. Gail found herself constantly trying to break through Rod's
increasing bitterness and depression. His confusion seemed to deepen and
he refused, curtly, to talk of their future. "Plenty of time for that
when I get my discharge," he would say, leaning his elbows against a
railing and. gazing at the gorillas which sat in their pit, picking at
fleas or lost in a stupid reverie.

Gail, standing beside him, touched his shoulder lightly. "How long are
we going to stand here looking at those apes?"

"I dunno."

"There are a lot of other animals to look at besides those hairy
things."

"I like looking at them," he said with implacable finality, never
wavering his gaze. They're kind of locked up the way everyone else is."

A look of concern crossed her face. "Why do you say that? We're locked
up? We're free. This is America. They're on one side of the bars, we're
on the other."

Rod gave a secret bitter smile. "I know. Maybe we're all locked up."

Gail grew silent. She waited patiently while Rod moped, watching the
great apes listlessly play with a car tire until he stretched and walked
away. It was the same when she introduced him to her friends, proudly
exhibiting her husband home from the wars. Rod was polite and remote,
usually sitting silent behind a drink.

He seemed to regard the war with a sorrow and scorn and seldom talked
about it unless they were alone and he was drinking. Then, he would go
off on harangues. "I had a buddy over there. Bill Peterson. Nice guy
from Minnesota. We were going to go fishing up in his neck of the woods
when we got back. Lakes freeze over and you pitch a tent to keep out of
the wind and cut a hole in the ice. Drink brandy to keep warm. Bill was
more than a buddy, he was a friend. I don't know why, we just got along.
Talked a lot and he was pretty cool about everything. He didn't dig
longhairs, neither do I. He didn't especially like listening to
politicians, neither do I. He wanted to work for himself His old man was
a druggist. He didn't want to do that when he got out. We had a
half-assed idea that we'd do something besides fishing together when we
got back."

Rod would look down at his drink a long time before saying anything.
Gail had learned to sit quiet during these silences. He drank and went
on. "We had our own apartment in Saigon that we shared. One day, we came
back from some real rough runs. Three days straight. We were beat but we
had to check out our choppers. Just a matter of professional pride. Like
I said, we were both beat and seen enough guys blown apart so I
suggested we flip and see who stayed behind and checked out both
choppers. Bill agreed and I lost." A sad cynical smile crossed his face.
"I won. I stayed at the base while Bill drove back to Saigon. Said he'd
have a pitcher of martinis waiting. Bill put the key in the lock, opened
the door and got his head blown off. Booby trapped while we were away.
None of the little bastards who worked for us had any idea who did it."

Yet it was more than just the readjustments of a returning soldier, more
than learning to live with peace after a year of constant war. He was
sullen and their evenings were spent in silent drinking while they sat
in the living room, never looking at each other, having the television
as a constant excuse. To the other servicemen they knew, husbands of
friends of Gail, Rod was bored with their war stories and often rude.

They saw less and less of friends, their life becoming insular, their
nights spent in drinking, their days spent in quiet desperation. Rod
seemed to avoid looking at her or talking to her as much as possible.
During the day, he made excuses to get away from her. The car had to be
taken in for servicing, he had to make trips to the base on vague
business.

At night, they drank and. Rod avoided their having sex again. Each night
they went to bed and she was refused, Gail's anxiety mounted. Since that
first night, he had cut off all conversation about sex. Gail cringed
inwardly, feeling she had given herself away. Yet she couldn't help it.
With a sickening feeling in her stomach, she had to admit to herself
that she only lived for lewdness, that she would gladly, fervently,
perform any and all obscenities that Rod would ask her to do. With a
shudder that made her wrap her arms around herself against a nonexistent
cold wind, she thought she might be capable of performing any sex act
that might be asked of her by anyone.

She knew she must be sick, she knew her desires and drives were not
normal. Her body ached and throbbed for her brother Lee while her mind
was revolted at her desires and lust.

They rose late every day, hung over, with Rod irritable and
noncommunicative. He was sure, after the first night, that Gail had
taken a lover or lovers while he was away. The thought, added to his
already existing feelings about the war, only deepened his rage. Nobody
at home seemed to have any idea of what the war was all about and the
thought of his own wife fucking her hot little ass off, acting like a
common slut while he was over there trying to do something about all
that endless misery, was too much. It seemed to him that nobody cared,
that everybody had their heads in the sand and were busy enjoying
themselves, that the peace demonstrators weren't so much interested in
ending the war as they were in tooting their own horn and cause.

Over all of this, hanging heavy on his ego, was the feeling that his
wife was not what he thought she was. Certainly not the girl he had left
behind. What they had done in bed together was something he had done
with whores, common prostitutes that he had paid. She had outdone the
biggest whores in Barracuda Mary's, a Saigon whorehouse devoted
exclusively to oral sex. Was that any kind of a woman to be married to?
Was that any way to build a future? No, she had been whoring around and
he was going to bide his time, find the guy and then he was going to
have his revenge.

Each day they arose late, Rod taking a hot shower against his ramming
headache, downing several Excedrin and a glass of foaming Bromo Seltzer
then dressing and strolling out to the mailbox while Gail showered.

Each day he went out, he caught sight of an old man in the yard across
the street. Every morning, the old man pretended to be working but was
always watching. Every morning, he seemed disappointed when Rod came
down the drive. Can he be the one, Rod asked himself. Naw, too old. A
good fuck would kill an old geeser like him.

One particular morning he came back into the house with an open letter
in his hand. Gail was in the kitchen, washing dishes from the night
before and preparing a breakfast of black coffee and orange juice.
"Hey," he called, "we got a letter from your brother, Lee. He says he's
coming out to visit us for awhile."

There was the crash--an explosion--and tinkle of glass from the kitchen.
Rod ran to see Gail staring at him with a white face, shattered glass at
her feet.

"What happened?"

"Nothing. Slipped. My hands were soapy and it slipped. Let me see the
letter."

"Look out, you're in your bare feet, you'll cut yourself," he said,
alarmed by her pale appearance, the odd look in her eye and the way she
walked through the glass, impervious to pain or danger.

"Let me see!"

"Gail, you're bleeding!"

"Let me see the letter!" she said in a strange wailing tone.

"Here, take it. Sit down."

He guided her to a chair, alarmed by the way she was behaving. She paid
utterly no attention to her cut feet and her bleeding. He sat her down
in a chair while her eyes raced madly through the letter.

She sat reading it over and over while Rod ran to get the first aid kit
and treated her cuts, pulling shards of glass from her feet. Her cuts
sterilized and bandaged, he swept then vacuumed the floor then paused,
caught his breath and looked at his wife. She was still as pale as a
plaster wall, the letter, read many times over, in her lap, her face
vacant of any emotion as she stared off, her eyes sad and resigned.

"Gail, I've got to get you to a doctor," he said, concern in his voice.

"He can't stay here," she said in a small voice.

"Who? Lee? The hell with that now. Get dressed, I'm taking you to a
doctor."

She looked up at him as if she hadn't heard. Her eyes seemed larger and
darker than he had ever seen them before. And there was an odd unhealthy
look to them. "I don't want him to stay here."

"Lee? Why not? He can sleep on the couch. Gail, what the hell is the
matter with you? Are you all right?"

She tried to smile and moved to get up, wincing as she put weight on one
foot. "Ouch. Oh, that hurts."

"I know." All of his resentment was forgotten. The sight of blood, the
thought and sight of someone in pain brought back feelings he had tried
to bury and forget since coming back from Vietnam. No matter what he
felt, he had been trained to help people when they were hurt. "Let me
carry you to the bedroom where we can get you dressed. I've got to get
you to the hospital."

"I'll be all right."

"You'll be all right when a qualified doctor can look at those cuts and
get all the glass out. What got into you?" he asked as he picked her up
in his strong arms and carried her to the bedroom where he put her on
the bed and busied himself with gathering clothing for her.

Gail lay back on the bed and closed her eyes, the letter crumbled in her
hand. Once before she had lain on the bed, a letter in her hand: Rod's.
With a mighty effort, she tried to stir herself. "I don't know," she
lied. "I felt so funny when I woke up. I felt worse when I was in the
kitchen and that glass just slipped. I'm sorry."

"Forget it and get into these slacks and stuff." He smiled down at her.
"You sure were weird about that letter. Walked right through the glass
like it was nothing."

"I... I thought something was wrong with Lee. I just had a... funny
feeling, that's all," she lied. She removed her robe, wearing only a bra
and panties underneath. She paused and lay back, looking up at her
husband with half closed eyes. "Rod?" she asked longingly.

"What?"

"Make love to me."

"What? Now? The way you are?"

"Please. Now."

"Gail, don't be crazy. You have a temperature?" He put his hand to her
forehead and she seized it and licked the palm of his hand with her
tongue. "Gail!"

"Please," she implored, her voice breaking. "It's so important. I need
you. Make love to me, make violent love to me. Rod! I need you! Please
make love to me! Fuck me like you really mean it."

Rod recoiled at the words. He looked down at his wife. Her face was so
tortured, so serious. And there was that strange look in her eye. What
was it? Had Rod known, or had he even suspected the lust and agony Gail
was feeling at that moment, he would have been able to do something: a
gesture, an act, a word. But, he had no idea. He busied himself with
dressing her, treating her as a child, preferring to think her rantings
came from the fact that she was hurt. He carried her to the car and
whisked her off to the hospital, to the emergency ward where a doctor
cleaned and treated her cuts, gave her an injection and prescribed some
pills to relax and calm her and pronounced her cuts as not being serious
at all.

They stopped at the drug store and Gail sat in the car while Rod ran in
to have the prescription filled. She sat parked in the shopping center
and watched the people around her. They seemed so normal with such
normal activities. Mothers and fathers with their children, teen-agers
walking arm in arm, older people window shopping. All this, she thought,
and Lee is coming. The letter didn't say when, just that he was on his
way. The letter was postmarked two days ago. He could be arriving at any
time. What was she going to do?

Rod broke her reverie as he got into the car, slamming the door and
looking at her. "How're you feeling?"

She tried out a wan smile. "Better."

"You sure acted funny. All I said was I got a letter from Lee and you
acted funny."

"I know." She took a deep breath and lied. "It's just that I never hear
from him and he should be in school now. He was here awhile ago. Didn't
I tell you?"

"No, I didn't know that. How was he?"

"Wild. Lot of things disturbing him. I worry about him and when you got
that letter I had the crazy feeling something was very wrong. Silly. I'm
so sorry."

For what seemed the first time in a long while, Rod smiled at her
warmly. "Forget it. Let's get home and give you this medicine."

Rod was very attentive all evening long. He placed her on the couch and
placed pillows behind her back and turned on the television and made and
fetched her drinks. He even managed a simple dinner that he served her
on the couch. Gail was grateful for his attention even though she kept
protesting she was all right and could manage for herself. The
prescription, a tranquilizer, worked well and Gail found herself being
lulled into an artificial serenity by the combination of pills and
scotch. She liked the lazy drowsy feeling they supplied her and drifted
off to sleep, thinking of how nice it would be to take tranquilizers and
make love. She curled on the couch, looking at Rod with a sleepy-eyed
look, smiling, murmuring, "Why don't we go to bed?"

Rod nodded, watching the TV. "In a little while." His plan was to wait
for her to fall asleep, cover her, turn everything off and go to bed
alone, using the excuse that she needed sleep. He didn't have too long
to wait and he sat smoking and drinking, pretending he was watching.
television but really thinking about his wife. It was something more
than just an affair. But what? Her behavior when he said he had a letter
from Lee was odd. Weird, in fact. But why? He found Lee's letter and
read it over. It was simple and short. Lee had been a visitor when he
was in Vietnam. What had happened? Gail called him wild and disturbed.
What had happened and why did she wait until now to tell him Lee had
visited? It wasn't like her to forget a thing like that. She had always
been so fond of Lee.

"Fond." Sitting in the chair, tapping the letter thoughtfully against
his chin, he said the word softly. He had heard of "stuff like that" in
Vietnam. There was even the Okie kid, a real hayseed farm boy who said
he had fucked his cousin and various farm animals. Rod had always put
him down as a bragging crackpot.

He shook his head and got to his feet. Nothing like that could happen
here. He felt a little ashamed of himself for thinking such thoughts
about his wife and brother-in-law. Hell, he thought, last time I saw
him, he was just a kid.

He went to bed troubled, thinking. There was something very wrong with
Gail and something wrong with their marriage. He couldn't accept a wife
who made love the way they had the last time. He had to talk to her.
They both had to sit down and soberly talk over things. Maybe a visit to
a minister or doctor would help. Something had to be done.

Something was done. It was done at three O'clock that morning. Rod found
himself stirring from a deep sleep by the persistent ringing of the
front door bell. He got out of bed warily, drudging about on reflex,
used to being called at all hours to fly his chopper on a mission. "All
right, all right," he mumbled, stumbling to the living room and stopping
sleepy eyed when he saw Gail still sound asleep on the couch. The
doorbell stabbed through the early morning silence and jolted him awake.
He blinked and walked to the door, wrapping his robe around him.

"Who's there?"

"Me," a voice answered in a stage whisper. "That you, Rod? It's me,
Lee."

Rod threw the door open and stood with a quizzical grin on his face.
"Lee! What the hell are you doing?"

Lee came in. "Didn't you get my letter? I got a ride clear to Denver and
got a plane down. How are you, you old son-of-a-gun?"

Rod shook hands, taking in Lee's appearance sleepily. He had grown,
becoming strong and rangy. Slimmer and not as tall as Rod, but growing.
And that crooked grin of his was familiar. To him, Lee always looked as
if he had just come from pulling off some insane prank and was pleased
with himself.

Rod let him in, watching him haul in his gear and noticed his appearance
was getting a little "farout." He grunted to himself, hoping he wasn't
one of the peaceniks. "What are you doing here? What about school?"

Lee shrugged and gave him a fine enigmatic smile. "I got kicked out."

"How come?"

Lee stood on one hip, looking at the floor and lazily scratching the
back of his neck. "Well, I could tell you a lot of stories but the truth
is I got caught balling the wife of the head of the history department
in a broom closet and all hell broke loose and when it was all over it
was suggested that maybe I should pursue my education elsewhere."

Rod laughed. "No? Really? Caught in a broom closet!"

Lee looked rueful. "Ever try to put your pants on while you're running
down a hall stark naked with an irate husband swinging at you and his
wife screaming bloody murder up and down the hall?"

They laughed together and Rod held a shushing finger to his lips,
pointing to the sleeping form of Gail on the couch. Briefly, he
explained what had happened and they carried Lee's suitcase and sleeping
bag into the bedroom. Rod got drinks and closed the bedroom door. He was
delighted to see Lee and, as they sat and drank and joked, it reminded
him of good times in Saigon, nights when they stayed up and drank. He
liked Lee, liked his honesty and, as they talked, he found he could tell
him things about the war that he had kept locked up inside of him. Lee
was a good listener and said, "Yeah, I've been thinking about upping.
Hell, I'm bored. I'd like to see a little of that life over there. I
mean, that's where the action is. It's all that basic bullshit, all that
spit and polish you go through, that stops me."

"Yeah, it's a drag. Sometimes I think of re-upping. Most of the time, I
don't know what the hell I want."

They sat, relaxed, drinking. "Yeah, I know the feeling. Hey, how was the
poontang over there. Fill me in, man."

They talked on, their voices low and confidential, drinking, laughing
together over sexual adventures. Lee listened closely, his eyes glinting
like some predatory bird sizing up a potential meal.

Finally, he leaned forward, nudging Rod's knees. "Listen, last time I
was here, I got to know a chick. Her name is Kim Clarke. Wild? Out of
sight. A real far out broad for real."

"What's she like?" Rod asked, feeling the scotch and a certain
man-to-man smuttiness.

"She's a topless, bottomless, double-clutching, breech-loading,
high-stepping, gear-shifting, air-cooled, free-wheeling wild dancer.
Didn't Gail tell you about it?"

Rod shook his head and tried to keep calm. "No, she never mentioned it."
Perhaps he was going to find out some of what was bothering her.

Lee shrugged and nodded understandingly. "I took her to one of those
topless-bottomless places. She had never been. The chick there, Kim,
turned me on and so I met her."

"Ah," Rod said, holding up a finger. "That's what's bothering her. She
told me you were kind of wild when you were here."

"Wild?" Lee looked like he was posing for a picture as the innocent
angel. "Wild? Me?" Then his lips spread in that crooked insinuating
smile and Rod slapped him on the knee.

"Probably the whole thing upset her. I mean, the place and you, her
brother, making out with a dancer. You know how she is."

"Yeah," Lee grinned. "Only it didn't upset her and I didn't make out
with Kim until later. I told Gail I was going back to school and went
back down and shacked up with Kim for two long grueling days. I tell
you, she is out of sight. No bull, just a straight come-on and hop right
into bed."

"No kidding?"

"An inexhaustible fucking machine."

"No kidding?"

"Wake up in the middle of the night with her going down on me. Listen,
I'm going to see her for sure this trip. Like to meet her?"

Flattered, Rod laughed and said, "Why not? Always wanted to meet a
fucking machine."

"Great!" Lee said enthusiastically. "Tell you what. Tomorrow night we'll
all go down to the club and you can catch her act."

"She really strip? All the way?"

"All the way and believe me, what you'll see is nothing compared to what
she does in a bedroom."

"Too much, huh?" Rod asked, his mouth a little open, his cock beginning
to jerk and swell in his pajamas.

"Listen, I'll tell you a little of what she does. Ever heard of using
whipped cream? Puts it all over your cock then eats it off."

"Really?"

Lee grinned sardonically. "And that's just for openers. Like she says:
If you cum on that, it don't count."

The two laughed together, Rod amazed by Lee's outlook and excited by the
prospect of meeting such a girl as Kim. Lee went on regaling him with
her lewd and bizarre conduct. He described her body in detail and topped
it all with, "And guess what? She's only just turned seventeen. Honest!
She's so built, she looks older. Phony I.D. allows her to work in a
nightclub. We'll all go down to see her tomorrow night. What say?"

Rod was only too eager to agree when he remembered Gail. "No good.
Doctor says she's got to stay off her feet for a few days."

Lee looked concerned and nodded. "Tell you what. Why don't I bring her
up here after her show? Man, that would be a gas. Gail will get tired
and go to bed and I'm sure I can talk Kim into a private show."

Rod's cock gave a leap. "It would be wild," he said, dubious that such a
thing should ever happen.

Lee reached and punched him on the shoulder. "Like old times in Vietnam,
I bet. Tell me about over there. Ever smoke any of that Vietnam grass?"

And there the discussion took a new turn with Lee admitting and
producing some grass and Rod tiptoeing to the door to check on Gail
before lighting up and smoking and relaxing into a rambling euphoria
where he talked of the war and, eventually, his buddy. They ended the
talk with both silent and drugged. Lee stirred himself, unrolled his
sleeping bag and fell asleep on the floor. Rod crawled into bed thinking
of all the kids who had been wounded and killed. Thinking of the body of
his roommate when he was asked to identify it.

When you can go like that, he thought, quick and without warning, when
you can go for no good reason at all, what the hell difference does
anything make? Live it up.

He rolled over on his face and fell asleep, determined he would somehow
have the dancer, Kim, over to their house that night.


Chapter 6

Gail woke early, looking around, locating herself and sitting up. She
felt sleepy still, but rested. She put some weight on her feet and found
she could hobble to the bedroom. The shock of seeing Lee on the floor
and the empty glasses and bottle made her catch her breath. She
retreated from the room hastily, shutting the door and retreating to the
couch. She sat, trying to think of what to do. With an impulse, she
thought of leaving the apartment, going away until he had left. Yet,
where could she go? All her clothes were in the bedroom.

She sat, resigned, that strange sad look coming into her eyes again.
With a deep sigh, she got to her feet and made her way to the kitchen
where she started preparing breakfast. Both of her men would be hungry.

It was Lee who awoke first, rubbing his face then listening. Noises
coming from the kitchen, small early morning cup-and-saucer noises. He
got up noiselessly, put on his pants and crept to the kitchen. Gail was
standing with her back to the door when he entered. He hadn't made a
sound yet he saw her back stiffen. She felt him behind her. She turned
slowly, looking at him with large grave eyes.

He took her in quickly. She had changed physically. Something different
in her face. Maybe it was self-pity. Whatever it was, it was a sign to
Lee. She still wasn't broken. She was still full of pretense, she was
still a "good girl." She still wasn't what he called, "Liberated." She
still felt guilt and felt there was a "normal" way to behave in bed.

It was with a thin lipped grin that, he crossed the room in his bare
feet, thinking: I'll take care of her.

He took her in his arms and kissed her on the mouth, running his tongue
in and out as one hand closed over her buttocks. "Hiya, Babe," he
whispered, pulling his mouth away. "I'm back."

Gail was fighting him with all her strength, glancing over his shoulder
toward the bedroom. "Lee!" she hissed, hitting his bare chest with her
fists. "Rod is in there! Stop it!"

For an answer, Lee thrust his hips forward and rubbed his groin against
hers. Under his pants, he was as naked as she was under her housecoat.
"Been a long time, Babe. I want to fuck that little million volt pussy
of yours again."

"Stop that talk! You're insane!" she whispered fiercely, fighting to
pull away but feeling her strength and resolution ebbing fast. She
fought against a animal desire to throw open her housecoat and let him
fuck her right on the kitchen floor with her husband, Rod, joining in.
Let him watch her brother fucking her, let the two of them do anything
they wanted to her! "Oh, Lee," she moaned, trying feebly to pull away.
"Why did you have to come back? " she wailed, her voice rising slightly.

Lee let go of her, looked over his shoulder and walked to the table and
slid on a chair. "How about some black coffee?" he asked in a cheery
voice.

His luck or intuition held. Rod was up and coming out, yawning and
stretching. "Well, he's here. Hey, what are you doing on your feet?" he
asked, taking Gail in his arms and kissing her.

A lewd thrill ran through her. She felt her cunt moist and itching with
desire between her thighs as she looked at Lee grinning at her with that
wild look on his face. No matter what else she felt, it was exciting,
being caressed by two different men one right after the other.

"Well, there he is. Does he look all right? Only thing wrong with him is
a broom closet."

"What?" Gail asked and the two men laughed.

She was led back to the couch and, while they both made breakfast and
kidded back and forth in the kitchen, she tried hard to compose herself
and make light banter back. She learned that Lee had left school by
Popular request and her mind imagined what had happened in the closet
and she insanely wished that it had been her, that they had thrown the
door open and caught them fucking and they had gone on, right in front
of them.

She jerked herself back to reality with the silent warning that such
thoughts were bad and the dreaded admittance that she thought of
them--sex fantasies--increasingly. She sat on the couch and watched her
brother and husband with increasing disbelief. They got along so well
together and Lee was so charming and full of locker room camaraderie
with Rod. At times, she sat stunned by the secrets she held when she
watched Lee's seemingly innocent yet brazen behavior. His audacity was
unbelievable! They sat in the living room, and the late afternoon sun
slanted long into the room. Rod had mixed a batch of martinis while Lee
was playing a Rolling Stones album on the stereo he had rushed out to
purchase, Rod driving him to the nearest record store, and was now
enthusiastically trying to get Gail and Rod to like the music.

Rod was tolerant and unimpressed. They sat sipping their drinks until
Lee suddenly, again, unpredictably, leaping to his feet and snapping the
stereo off. He looked down at Rod with a smile twitching his lips. Then
he turned and stared seriously at Gail on the couch. He turned back to
Rod, his face set and serious. "I've got something to tell you.
Something I wanted to tell you last night."

His manner, his tone of voice made Rod sit up. "Well, what?"

Again Lee swung around to face Gail on the couch. It seemed her face was
drained of all color and the knuckles of her hand tightened, growing
white, around the glass she held. She didn't breathe or blink. She
couldn't. She was frozen with fear.

Lee looked back at Rod. "Gail and I have a secret," he said, his voice
low and each word loud and clear.

Rod stiffened, not sure of what he was going to hear; not sure that he
wanted to hear it. "Okay," he said gravely, "Let's hear it."

Lee looked hard at Rod then Gail for a moment and Gail felt as if she
were on the verge of screaming, a scream she wouldn't be able to stop.

"Well, when I was here before, when you were away, we... no, it was me.
I made Gail do something."

Rod licked his lips and nodded. It was coming, the whole sordid mess, he
thought. His eyes flicked at Gail who was sitting like a marble statue,
her eyes riveted on her brother. "What," Rod asked in a low voice, "Did
you make Gail do?"

Lee held a palm out, "Well, actually I talked her into it. Listen, it's
all my fault and I take the blame. It was my idea and..."

"Get to it!" Rod said, his face hard.

"Well," Lee suddenly looked like a charming boy, abashed at what he had
done. "I talked her into smoking some grass."

The three of them seemed caught in a frozen tableau for an eternity of
seconds before Rod took on a look of amusement and threw back his head
and laughed and Gail seemed to grow smaller and sag back in relief on
the couch, a silly dazed smile on her lips while Lee kicked his toe into
the carpet, winked at Gail then turned a lamb-like face to Rod. "Like I
said, it's all my fault."

"That's it!" Rod said, pointing at his wife who tried to laugh back.
"That's what's been bugging you! Even after I told you I had smoked it!"
He was up, grinning, going to his wife and kissing her on the mouth.
"You were worried! How did you feel, like some dope fiend?" he asked.

Gail hugged him, thankful her brother hadn't just come out and told all
the truth. She wasn't completely sure that he wouldn't just for the hell
of it, come right out and say it.

Her relief was entirely artificial yet she seized the opportunity to
feel closer to her husband. He had her in his arms and she was looking
over his shoulder at her brother standing slouched in the middle of the
room, grinning at her, immensely pleased with himself.

Rod seemed elated that his doubts were so easily assuaged; he drank and
laughed and got up, slapping Lee on the shoulder. "You son-of-a-gun! I
might have known!" He was suddenly full of questions and plans. He
discovered that Lee could get some. With a broad wink that Gail couldn't
see, he asked Lee. "How long will it take?"

"Well, it depends. I could make a phone call."

It was agreed and Lee went into the bedroom to make the call. Gail
motioned to Rod to come close to her so that Lee wouldn't hear. "Rod, I
don't want to take any."

"Ah, come on, it's all right."

"I mean it. I don't like what... I just don't like it."

Rod was too elated to really listen. He drained his glass and poured
himself a generous amount of straight scotch. He raised his glass in a
mock toast. "Don't be a prude. Listen, I tell you it's all right. Little
grass won't hurt a thing."

Gail stared up at her husband filled with a dread of what was coming. He
was standing in front of her, drinking, gulping. She knew his pattern.
If he kept on like this, he would soon be drunk. A premonition, a sudden
flashing sense of what was going to happen: a presage of doom. Rod
drunk, smoking marijuana and Lee urging him on, biding his time like
some smiling predatory animal. Lee sitting in the background until Rod
is too drunk and too drugged and passes out. Then?

"Rod, please don't drink too much," she said in a soft, plaintive voice.

"'Sallright. Look, honey, we used to drink night 'nd day over there," he
said with an extravagant wave of his arm. "Fly one of them choppers
smashed, can do anything."

Lee came into the room, grinning shyly at Gail then looking
self-conscious in front of Rod. "Look, remember that girl Kim I told you
about last night? Well, she's got some and she's got the night off. How
about if I ask her over?"

"Sure! Why not? 'Sallright, honey? Sure it is! What the hell!"

Lee left, grinning at Gail, borrowing the car keys to go pick Kim up.
Gail was left sitting on the couch, her face a mask. Calmly, she said,
"Rod, you're mixing scotch with martinis. Do you think that's a good
idea?"

Rod, sitting across the room slumped in a chair, made a face. "Ah, come
on," he said, his lips twisting, "You're not going to be a nagging wife
are you?"

She looked down at the empty drink in her hands. "No," she answered in a
small voice.

"Better not," he muttered, staring into his glass. "I didn't come home
to listen to somebody bitch me 'cause I felt like having a drink or
two." His voice and manner were sullen and he stared down at his drink
before suddenly gulping it down and getting unsteadily to his feet and
heading for the kitchen to pour himself another drink.

An anger blazed in Gail. If her own husband didn't care, why should she?
She held her drink aloft. "If there are any more martinis, I'd like
another."

"Thatta girl," he said, grinning at her and taking her glass. "Gonna be
an interesting night."

"And how," she answered with a bitter sarcasm in her voice that Rod
ignored, thanks to his numbing drinks.

She got Rod to help her to the bedroom where she checked her a
appearance and brushed her hair then got into bed. She was working on
her third martini when the doorbell rang.

With the bedroom door open, she could see a portion of the living room.
Gail's heart stopped when she saw who Lee's girl friend was: it was the
dancer they had seen together what seemed so very long ago! Lee was more
diabolical than she had thought.

The girl stood in the middle of the room, wearing an Indian headband and
a fringed buckskin miniskirt. Her bare thighs and legs were tanned. She
was tall, well-shaped with dark almond eyes that flashed suggestively as
she looked around the apartment and into the bedroom where she saw Gail
sitting erect in bed. A slow lascivious smile spread over her thick
shapely lips, as she shifted her weight, thrusting out one hip and
putting a hand on it. She lowered her head, her smile all-knowing. "Hi,"
she said in a throaty voice, "I'm Kim."

Gail closed her eyes and nodded. Women have a way of understanding each
other far better than men do. A look, a word, a gesture, an intonation,
can say so much. Men tend to make little of such scenes, putting it down
as jealousy, as petty vain rivalry. Women know better: Kim had just told
Gail that she knew all about her and Gail had accepted and silently
pleaded for mercy.

They all came pouring into the bedroom with introductions and
explanations all around about Gail's accident. They sat on chairs with
Kim sitting on the edge of the bed with a newly poured drink in her
hand, smiling down at Gail. "Your brother didn't do you justice."

"Oh?" Gail looked at Lee who was busy stuffing a long pipe with a thick
gummy substance.

"You're much more beautiful than he said," Kim said in a cool way.

Gail tried to wince out a smile. "Thank you."

"Damn right," Rod said, looking at Kim. "Hey!" he said loudly, "What is
that, Lee?" he asked, turning to watch Lee.

"Something better. Hash. Seems Kim had some and wanted to donate it."

Rod turned and grinned at Kim again, his eyes taking in her smooth bare
thighs and her heavy pointed breasts under her dress. Damn, he thought,
I don't think she's wearing a bra.

Gail knew she wasn't. Having her sitting there, shifting her weight, she
could gee her breasts move freely under the buckskin. She had seen Kim
naked and knew how high-riding her breasts naturally were.

"Say, are you really Indian?" Rod asked, obviously fascinated by her
exotic beauty and excited by what Lee had told him about her. He crossed
his legs and sipped at his drink, feeling his cock growing thick between
his thighs. "I mean, do you have Indian blood somewhere in the family?"

Kim gave him a dazzling seductive smile. "Yes, my mother was a
full-blooded Cherokee, my father was a red headed Irish policeman in
Coffeyville, Kansas. I'm what they call a half- breed."

Rod laughed and patted her on the shoulder. "What a combination.
Couldn't be better."

"For what?" Kim asked in a low seductive voice, flirting with him over
the edge of her drink.

Rod's face colored and he drank from his glass before answering, "Oh,
anything, I guess."

Lee interrupted with the pipe. He lit it expertly and quickly handed it
to Rod who puffed and rose to sit on the bed next to Kim. He exhaled and
handed the pipe to Kim. "Pass the peace pipe, huh?"

Again, Kim smiled at him with an inviting look. "Depends on what you
mean by 'peace,'" she said, accenting the word.

Lee and Rod laughed as Kim took the pipe into her mouth slowly, closing
her lips over the stem with a loving, "Mnnnn."

They passed the pipe around, crowding closer on the bed. Gail looked to
see their smiling faces watching her as she puffed on the pipe. The
hashish was having an effect and she felt like she was on a celestial
elevator, zooming up so fast she felt as if she had left her body and
reason far down below. This, she thought, is what they must mean by
getting 'high.'

The room was suddenly very quiet and thick with a pungent sweet smoke
and everything seemed to be moving in ultra slow motion. It seemed to
Gail she had accepted, puffed on and passed the hashish pipe hundreds of
times, that they would never smoke it all. She stared absently at the
faces around her. Rod had taken on a glazed look and might be some child
watching a movie or TV. He didn't seem conscious of anyone around him
until he started, rubbed his face and said, "Wow!" in a soft voice and
look at Kim with his eye slitting and growing hungry.

Lee seemed bemused, his fist propping up his chin as he watched Rod and
Kim, ignoring Gail. Kim straightened her shoulders, thrusting her
breasts forward toward Rod so that her nipples pressed against the soft
tawny buckskin. Her dark Indian eyes slid slowly to Gail and wandered
over her body, taking in all she could see.

Lee slapped his hands on his knees and said, "Let's have a little music
and some more to drink."

Rod tore his eyes from Kim and said, "Hey, that's a great idea." He got
to his feet and went into the living room after collecting all the
glasses. Kim, with a lazy smile, said, "Let me help you."

Gail was left looking at Lee who was staring off into space, that
wolf-like smile on his face again. "Lee, don't, please don't. In God's
name, don't."

He turned innocent eyes to her. "Don't what?" he asked then chuckled to
himself and got to his feet and walked to the door, his hand on the
knob. Looking over his shoulder, he gave a cruel wink. "You gotta rest.
I'll tell Rod. And," he whispered, closing the door, "I'll be back."

The door closed slowly and firmly and Gail leaned back on the pillows
and closed her eyes. There seemed nothing she could do to stop what was
happening. Nothing, in her drugged state, she wanted to do. With an
anguished thought, she realized that there really was nothing she wanted
to do. She drained her glass and wished for sleep.

Kim followed Rod to the kitchen, her hips swaying back and forth. She
stood watching him mixing the drinks, her hands on her hips, her pelvis
thrust out. Rod gave her a flirting glance. What the hell, he thought,
no harm done and it's not like I'm an old man yet. "Lee says you're a
dancer."

Kim, smiling, her chin tucked in so that she looked at him seductively,
said, "That's right. Come watch me some time."

"I'd like to," he said, handing her a drink. "Do you like it?"

"Dancing? Or do you really mean do I like dancing in front of men naked?
The answer to both questions is, yes." Again she smiled seductively at
him over the rim of her glass, showing her fine white teeth.

Rod looked at her, finding it impossible to believe she was so young.
Her face was unlined and looked young but her body was so fully and
wildly developed. From the living room came music from the stereo. Lee
had selected some quite cool jazz And Kim began to swing her hips in a
slow brazen manner. "I just hear music and I gotta move."

Rod leaned drunkenly against the kitchen table and watched her begin to
dance, her feet staying in place, only her body moving, undulating, her
hips suddenly twitching out in time to the music. Her arms above her
head, she danced into the living room with Rod lurching after her. He
saw her fall into Lee's arms and kiss him passionately on the mouth
while her hips ground into his crotch and Rod could see her firm young
buttocks tense and bunch under her miniskirt. "Hey," he said, waving his
glass, "Let's have a party."

Lee tore himself free to gasp, "Man, it looks like we are!"

"No!" Rod said, falling into a chair and spilling some of his drink. "I
mean a real party with entertainment." He leered at Kim who had turned
to look at him. She danced slowly and sensuously toward him, halting
right in front of him, her arms slowly raising to cup her breasts and
thrust them at his face while her hips did a slow wicked bump and grind.

"Look, don't get this chick started. I'm warning you, Rod," Lee said.
Then, "Hey, where's my drink?"

"'Sin the kitchen," Rod said, slurring his words and never taking his
eyes off Kim's wiggling body. "'nd take your ole sweet time gettin' it."

Lee gave him a comradely wink and said, "Think I'll take a drink in to
Gail and keep my little sister company for awhile."

He disappeared into the kitchen while Kim continued dancing, whirling
around the room, her eyes half closed. Lee came back into the room with
two drinks in his hands and a child-like foolish grin on his face. "I'm
so stoned I don't know what I'm doing. You okay?" he asked Rod.

Rod nodded absently, still watching Kim dance. Lee noted with
satisfaction that his eyes were glazed and he was having trouble
focusing them. Kim would keep him busy. He turned the door knob to the
bedroom with his fingers and shoved the door open with his elbow. This,
he told himself, was going to be some night. Kim working on Rod while he
taught his prissy married sister a lesson. And Kim knowing all about it!

Rod tore his eyes from Kim long enough to see Lee kicking the door shut
with his heel. Kim stopped dancing and picked up her glass, sipping from
it as she walked toward him. "Hey, Kim," he said, "Don't stop. You're
pretty good."

Kim gave a laugh. "I'd better or I'll start getting rough and raunchy."
She drank and raised her glass as a toast. "The only way I know how to
dance."

Rod drained his glass and said, "I'll drink to that. I mean, I'd really
like to see you dance." He struggled up out of his chair to get still
another drink. Kim pushed him back in his seat and said, "Let me do
that. " He sat back, dazed, watching her firm young buttocks switch back
and forth as she sauntered into the kitchen. While she was gone, he
tried to clear his head, rubbing his eyes. Gotta think clear, he told
himself.

He looked up to see Kim standing in front of him with two fresh drinks
in her hand, smiling down at him. Jesus, he thought, how long has she
been standing there? He took the drink with a vague. smile. His brain
seemed fogged and he couldn't think straight. All he could think about
was Kim's body and her whipped cream trick. But his wife was in the next
room with his brother- in-law! He had better be careful, he thought.

Kim suddenly bent over him and kissed him on the mouth, the tip of her
hot wet tongue whipping into his mouth and sending shudders down into
his groin that caused his cock to leap in lewd excitement. "You're
nice," she whispered in his ear.

His free hand touched her hip and he felt her naked flesh under the
sensuous deerskin. "You're okay," he whispered.

Her face was close to his, her eyes large, dark, and burning, as she
whispered, "Want me to dance for you?"

His mind raced, drunken, drugged and ramming, horny, wild, mad! Why not,
he thought, exulting drunkenly, after all, it was Lee who brought her!
"Yeah," he breathed, "Go ahead!"

He sat, his cock throbbing, caught in his pants, swelling painfully and
he tried to rearrange his legs, crossing them, so it wouldn't show.

Kim put her glass down and stepped back from him, moving slowly, her
eyes closed, a smile on her face, her hips swaying as she lifted her
arms and pulled the miniskirt up over her head. Rod sat, his face
impacted, his breath shallow as he watched the limp buckskin being
pulled up her tanned thighs. Up, up, higher and higher until her face
was covered and she was naked from the waist down. He looked at her
broad swaying hips and her long thighs with his eyes drawn to her sparse
young wedge of curling pubic hair. She turned, standing on tiptoe and
pulled the dress free over her head and flung it on the floor.

She stood with her back to him, naked gave for sandals and her Indian
headband. Lewdly, moving in pulsating time to the music, she leaned
forward and thrust her naked round buttocks at him and Rod gazed open
mouthed as he saw her tight vagina trapped between her strong thighs
with its vaginal lips firm and covered with dark downy pubic hair. In
time to the music, she turned, her arms widespread, her legs apart, her
knees bent. Slowly, as he watched, she began moving her hips and cunt as
if she had the tip of a cock right in front of her thighs and was trying
to rub against it. She threw back her head, her eyes closed, her mouth
open and her pelvis rolled forward and she let out a little delighted
moan and her body shuddered as if an invisible cock had been shoved in
her and she began an imaginary fucking right in front of Rod who dropped
his drink on the rug and ignored it as he lurched to his feet, breathing
heavily.

Kim was on him like a cat, lewd, twining, her, arms tight around him,
her open mouth locked to his as his tongue darted in and out while one
of her long tanned dancer's legs slipped around behind him and pulled
his groin close to hers. He felt his ramrod cock against her naked belly
and he fought to get away from her, catch his breath. "No! " he
breathed. "My wife and him," he said, pointing.

Kim's face was intense. "So what? Now or never for me and you. Come on,
what have you got to lose?"

"Everything!"

"Coward!" she said, almost spitting the words.

A wild idea entered his mind. Lee had done it in a closet! Why not top
him? Gail couldn't walk and he could, would, had to, think of something.
More than anything, he wanted to fuck this wild half-breed amoral bitch!
He lurched to the closet and opened it. It was big enough with only a
suitcase on the floor. Kim was right behind him, pushing him into the
closet. He turned to find her hot naked body right against his. Her
hands guided his up until he touched her breasts and he felt them soft
and heavy in his hands and his fingers pinched her nipples and he felt
them grow hard and pointed as he watched her tongue slowly lick her
lips. He felt her hand unzipping his pants. and he closed his eyes and
kissed her as he felt her groping fingers pulling his hard cock out. Her
hands closed over it, squeezing it and pulling back the foreskin and
slowly and surely stroking back and forth as her tongue darted in and
out of his mouth in time to the strokes.

He felt dizzy with passion and a violent urge welled up in him. He
wanted to fuck the teasing little bitch with all his might, fuck her
until she begged for mercy. His whole body was tense as he felt her
knees bending, their mouths wetly parting as she slid down to her knees,
her hands holding onto his hard cock. Drunkenly, he put his arms out for
support, finding the walls and standing balanced while looking down, he
could see the top of her head and those big rounded breasts below. She
was on her knees and straightening her back again, thrusting her breasts
upward and outward and placing his prick, its foreskin rolled all the
way back to reveal its red mushroom head, between her breasts, wedging
it into the deep cleavage then using her hands to cup her breasts close
together so that his cock was surrounded and held in place by the hot
soft flesh of her breasts with only the thick rampant head visible.

She bent her head to look down at it and, with an electric thrill
searing through him, he felt her wet hot tongue flick across it, teasing
the glans on the very end. He saw her look up and smile and smack her
lips, greedily tasting the drop of cum she had urged from him. Her head
swooped again and he felt the flat of her tongue lick all over his prick
and he thrust his hips forward just as her incredibly soft and wet lips
closed over the head and she sucked while her tongue twirled downward
and his head fell back limply as he moaned aloud.

The whole shaft of his prick felt encased in warm soft moving flesh
while the head felt her hot mouth sucking on it with the tongue
tormenting it into a swelling that hurt him. He wanted her, he wanted to
fuck her silly. He'd show her what a real fuck was like. Roughly, he
pushed her away, the back of her head bumping against the closet door,
knocking it open, allowing her to sprawl out on the living room floor,
her breasts quivering like jello, her long nude body flowing out, her
legs spread wide so that he looked down and saw the glistening red slit
of her cunt.

With a hoarse cry, he fell from the closet, landing on top of her. His
cock pushed, felt her vaginal lubricated lips rubbing against the thick
head of his cock. Thrusting with his hips, he felt her cunt spreading in
a slow lewd way. Then, pushing, he felt it sink home, into the hot
depths of her cunt. Her long legs wrapped around his buttocks and pulled
him in while her hips writhed up so that he felt his cock sink in as
deep as it could go.

They exploded in a frenzy of movement. Rod, jaw clenched, fucked her
with all his might, with a wild insane abandon. Kim held him tight, her
hips moving as fast as she could while she moaned and her head thrashed
back and forth. He was fucking her so hard her hips and buttocks came
clear of the floor and then were sent crashing, thumping down again as
he used all his strength to ram his prick home in her. In front of him
he could see her open mouth with her eyes rolling in her head as she
thrashed around, writhing under him. He was fucking her across the
floor, digging in with his knees on the rug and slamming down on her so
that she saw stars. They were fucking their way into the middle of the
room so that there was no place to hide or no possible explanation to
make if Lee should open the door. And Rod didn't care. His mouth twisted
open as be felt the mighty hurricane rush of an orgasm sweep through him
and funnel out his prick and explode wetly inside of the girl and he bit
her hard on the shoulder to keep from shouting.

His face twisting in a wild drunken, drugged exultation, he rolled off
her and flopped on his back, gasping for breath. Kim was on top of him
immediately, kissing him. He pushed her off and got to his hands and
knees and crawled for the kitchen, Kim after him. She was excited, lewd,
and wanted to be satisfied. She pawed at him on the kitchen floor as he
fought to catch his breath. "Come on " she gasped.

"No." He shook his head, exhausted, looking down at his cock. It was
still hard and white hot sperm, his own cum, was still on it. "Too
dangerous," he gasped, shaking his head. "That was crazy. They must have
heard."

"No, no, they didn't!" Kim said in a low voice. "Don't worry, it's all
right. Come on, I'm horny and hot!"

Rod held her by the shoulders. "They must have heard."

"No, no!" Kim insisted, her eyes glinting as she crawled on top of him,
thrusting one of her breasts in his face. "It doesn't matter!"

Her words froze him. How could she know it didn't matter unless--unless
she knew something! He grabbed her by the shoulders, full of a sudden
rage. Kim recoiled and found herself helpless in his iron grip. "What do
you mean?"

"Nothing. I meant I want to cum too!"

"What do you mean, it doesn't matter?" he asked, his voice hard.

"I meant it doesn't matter if they catch us," she said in a lame voice,
her face telling him she was lying.

His drugged and drunken state was like storm clouds dark, thick, and
heavy in his mind and her words were like a parting of the clouds and a
flash of lucid lightening in his brain. "What's going on here? I mean,
what's really going on here?"

He suspected a monstrous evil sick trick was being played on him. With a
madman's strength, he whirled Kim around and clapped a hand over her
mouth. He grated into her ear, "You be quiet or you'll be sorry!" With a
controlled fury, he forced her to her feet and dragged her, naked, his
prick still hanging out of his pants, back into the living room and
toward the bedroom door.

When they got near the door Kim's leg lashed out, trying to kick it. Rod
hadn't expected that and his drunken and drugged nerves reacted too
late. He pulled her away as the door flew open and bounced away from the
wall.

The scene that greeted them turned both of them to marble. Rod couldn't
move or speak or even think. Slowly, unconsciously, he let go of Kim. He
stood, looking into his own bedroom, at his own bed, at his wife and her
brother on the bed, naked.

Lee was lying on his back, his legs spread wide and Gail, his wife, was
on top of him, her legs to either side of his waist, on her knees. And,
as he watched in stupid amazement, he saw her naked buttocks exposed to
his view, her anus puckered and tight and below, below, her soft, hair
fringed cunt was wet and split wide. It was stretched as far as it could
go and as he watched her hips move obscenely up and down her brother's
huge thick prick, as he watched the glistening prick disappear into her
cunt, folding the tight vaginal lips in, then saw her lift her body, saw
the flaming red walls of her cunt rolling out, seeming to cling to the
shaft of the slippery cock with all their might, he knew; he knew that
what was happening was worse than any expectations. He was being
cuckolded by his brother-in-law, that he was witnessing incest!

His mind exploded as they fucked on, oblivious of him, Lee's hands
massaging Gail's breasts in a lewd and exciting rhythm. With a roar, he
hit Kim with the back of his hand, sending her flying. He rushed into
the room and grabbed his wife by the shoulders and sent her crashing off
the bed. Lee was leaping up just in time to catch a fist square in the
face. He fell backward and off the bed, his mind reeling. Rod was on top
of him, punching and slapping him as he sobbed and screamed out his rage
and hate. With a snarl, he whirled and slapped his wife's head back and
forth until it was a blur.

He leaped to his feet, his fists ready. Brother and sister cowered on
the floor, looking up at him. Blood trickled from the corner of Lee's
mouth. "Scum!" he spat at them, "Rotten perverted scum! So that was it!
Well, I'm through, you hear?" With an insane strength, he picked Lee up.
Lee held his hands up. With a cold calculation, he knocked him down
again then whirled on his wife, seizing her by her hair and lifting her
to her feet. "And you, you perverted bitch!" he growled.

"I couldn't help it! I tried to tell you!" she wailed.

With a look of contempt twisting his face, he shoved her from him. "I'll
be back tomorrow to get my things and deal with you!" He stood in the
middle of the room, putting his penis back into his pants and shaking
with rage. "When I come back, I don't want to see your sick face!" he
said, turning to Lee who was on the floor, wiping his mouth. "Where are
the car keys?"

Lee felt his jaw and motioned to the night table by the bed. Rod scooped
them up and stalked from the room. In the living room, Kim was on the
couch, her dress held in front of her body. He glared at her with tight
lips. They all had been in on it and he would make them pay, he would
make them wish they had never tried to make a fool of him. He stepped
out of the tiny apartment and slammed the door shut with all his might,
the sound booming and echoing down the hall.


Chapter 7

Gail lay naked on the floor, listening to the sound of the door slamming
a doomsday note in her brain. It seemed as if the sound went on and on,
growing louder. The whole building, the block, the city, the whole world
would know of her incestuous behavior.

When Lee had come into her room bearing drinks, she knew what was going
to happen. He had undressed in front of her until he stood naked with
his huge cock held in one hand, a drink in the other. Even before he
spoke, she began taking off her clothes with trembling fingers, a lewd
feeling growing in her loins. "Don't worry, Kim is going to keep him
occupied," Lee said with a jerk of his head toward the door. She was
helpless as she lay naked, her legs spread obediently apart, as he
loomed over her.

Now, she was discovered and an odd relief mingled with her agony. At
least it was all out in the open now. Whatever Rod decided to do, she
deserved it. She put her head in her hands and sobbed.

Lee was up on his feet, his fists clenched, glaring out of the bedroom,
"That chintzy coward! See him run! Lucky for him I got some self
control. I'd like him to come back here so I can punch him one in the
mouth!"

Kim appeared in the doorway, her face calm, composed, and disgusted. She
leaned against the doorjamb, holding her dress in front of her and
regarded Lee with a cool unblinking gaze. "Okay, you big thrill, you can
cut it out, nobody's listening."

Lee looked over her shoulder at the empty living room. "Oh, how I wish
he would come back so I could work him over!"

Kim had seen and heard scenes like this before. In her world anything
went, and that meant people with hurt feelings. She glanced at Gail
huddled on the floor then looked back at Lee. "Some wheel you are."

"Huh? " He looked at her with wild eyes.

"Big time, you said. Told me it would be really far out. Yeah, you
balling your sister and a real good time for me. Told me I'd plead for
it to stop. Look what it really is, a real tear jerker!"

"Oh yeah?" he growled, looking around at his sister. That mad governing
drive that possessed him, that wild reckless compulsion that had forced
countless situations and gotten him into all kinds of trouble, that
black and evil spirit that engulfed his soul and would eventually lead
to his doom raged up in him. No one, least of all a woman, was going to
put him down. No matter what the cost, he would emerge triumphant. "Oh
yeah?" he repeated in a challenging voice. "Okay," he said, shoving his
face in Kim's bored way. "You wanted action, you're going to get it!
Let's see just what kind of a swinger you are!"

He leaped across the room and picked Gail up by her wrists. "Shut up!
Just shut up and listen to me!" he hissed at her. "Do as I say!"

Gail was shocked by his words and looked at him with her swollen eyes
wide. He pushed her back on the bed where she fell and closed her eyes,
moaning, her legs slightly apart. The silence in the room made her open
her eyes and Kim was standing at the foot of the bed, her lewd almond
eyes taking in her nude body. "Mmmmmmmm," Kim murmured, letting her
dress fall noiselessly to the floor. She looked at Lee standing by the
side of the bed with a wicked sidelong look.

Lee wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "Go on," he said, looking
down at Gail. "Babe, you're going to be hanged for a horsethief, might
as well steal the horse."

Gail put her hands over her eyes. This, after all that had happened, was
too much. "No!"

"Yes!" he hissed. "God damn you," he raged in a low tight voice. "I want
to see you, I want to see you hot and begging for more! I want to see
you making love with Kim!"

Gail pulled her hands away from her eyes, horrified. He couldn't do this
to her! Not now! Not ever! He couldn't ask this of her, he couldn't ask
her to make lesbian love while he watched, he couldn't, wouldn't,
mustn't, ask this depraved act of her. "No!" she whispered, her voice
small and trembling. She pulled her legs together and covered up her
vagina with both hands. Lee was on her in a moment, wedging his hands
between her thighs and forcing them apart with his masculine strength.

"Please, no!" Gail begged, her voice wavering as she saw Kim standing
with her legs spread slightly apart, her fingers caressing her cunt as
she smiled down at Gail's protective hands. "Relax," she whispered, "I
can do things to you no man ever can and you'll like them."

Gail looked at her with pleading eyes as she crawled up on the bed
between her legs. Lee relaxed his agonizing grip on her thighs and began
prying her hands away, talking all the time in that demanding insistent
way of his. "I want you to make love while I watch, I want to see you
get hot and wild and I want to see you cum with your hot little pussy
wrapped around another woman's tongue!"

The lewd insane thought hammered at Gail's mind as she felt her hands
dragged away from her cunt and pinned to the bed above her head. She
tried to squeeze her thighs shut but only succeeded in locking them
around Kim's waist. "N... no!" she breathed as she felt Kim's soft
forefinger glide up and down the slit of her cunt. Despite herself, she
felt herself responding as the finger lightly played over her clitoris
and ran lovingly up and down the lips of her vagina. The teasing aroused
her and, as she was opening her mouth to make one last feeble protest,
Lee kissed her, running his tongue deep into her sucking mouth.

"Mmmmmm," Kim used the fingers of her other hand to delicately spread
Gail's cunt, looking down as she continued stroking with her forefinger.
"She's getting excited."

Lee took his mouth away and clamped it on the nipple of one of her
breasts as Kim began sawing a finger in and out of her cunt and Gail
closed her eyes and let her body go as she inwardly gloated at the
helplessness and depravity of her position. This would be the most lewd
orgasm of all! Her hips began gyrating as Kim let out a pleased little
smile as she twirled her finger in her own passion-moistened cunt while
her thumb rubbed Gail's clitoris and Gail found herself spreading her
legs and rolling her buttocks under, completely exposing the whole of
her open cunt to the other girl.

With a wicked and pleased expression, Kim wiggled down on the bed until
her shoulders were wedged between Gail's thighs and her head bent over
Gail's open hot cunt Lee took his mouth from her breast and reaching,
propped a pillow under Gail's head. "I want you to watch her eating your
pussy," he whispered.

Gail looked, excited by her own undulations as she rotated her cunt in
front of Kim. Kim cupped her hands under Gail's buttocks and tilted her
hips so that her cunt thrust up. And, as Gail and Lee watched, the tip
of her red tongue flicked out and licked her clitoris. A shudder of pure
depraved pleasure wracked Gail's body and she moaned, "Oh, God!"

Lee watched as his sister relaxed, her naked body held by Kim and
himself in a lewd pose, her legs split obscenely and her hips rotating
and undulating obscenely as a look of wicked pleasure twisted her
features and she narrowed her eyes to slits and peered down between her
jutting breasts and undulating stomach and saw Kim flick her tongue back
and forth over her clitoris, exciting her even more. Then, as she gasped
and moaned, she saw Kim's head dip a little and she felt the tip of her
tongue slide wetly into her cunt.

Her younger brother, beside her, watching with her, shifted his weight
and cupped one of her huge breasts in his hand and nibbled with his
teeth then sucked a nipple. His free hand groped for her hand, found it,
grasped it and guided it to her other breast. Gail, her eyes closed,
cupped the breast willingly as her hips moved up and down and she felt
the girl's tongue licking into her cunt. Nothing mattered any longer but
the pleasure that depravity could bring her. Lee, with his tongue
licking her nipple, crammed a pillow behind her neck, propping her head
up against her chest so that she could see Kim's naked body and her
bobbing head wedged between her legs. With a moan, she lifted her knees
and spread her heels as wide as they could go and felt Kim's hot
wiggling tongue sink deeper into her lust-maddened cunt. Out of the
corner of her eye, she could see Lee licking and sucking at her breast,
sending spasms of pure heated pleasure down into her groin where it
blended with her lewd, ever growing passion. She closed her eyes in
bliss: she would do whatever he wished, she would even make love to Kim
if he wanted her to. Absently, moaning with a lubricious delight, she
stroked the nipple of her other breast, then, knowing why her brother
had guided her hand there, she craned her head and tilted the nipple so
that she could suck on it, twirl her tongue around it while she closed
her eyes and felt tongues caressing and exciting her everywhere.

With a snarl, Lee shattered the even growing rhythm of sucking and
licking and Gail's increasingly abandoned gyrations by pulling away and
saying, "I got an idea, I want to see this!"

Kim reluctantly pulled herself free, looking up at Lee with dark burning
eyes. Gail was writhing on the bed, her hands running up and down her
body, over her breasts and down over her stomach and hips and sliding
over her cunt while her breath came in sharp little hisses.

"Lay down on your back with your head at the foot of the bed," he
ordered Kim. She responded with a grin, rolling over on her back with
her large tanned breasts rolling. She bent her knees and spread her legs
so that Gail, lying beside her, her head at Kim's feet, looked between
her thighs, at her cunt with its swollen vaginal lips and the glistening
slit showing, her excitement.

Lee was off the bed and stalking down to the foot of it, grinning down
at Kim who grinned back up and saw his huge thick cock held in his hand.
"Get up," he said to Gail. "Get up on your knees."

Gail obeyed, rising to her knees with her breasts bunching together
temptingly, her hips swaying. Every nerve in her body was screaming for
more of the pleasure she had felt and she looked at her brother with
that funny helpless look in her eye. "Kneel over her," he commanded in a
low voice. "Kneel over her face with your face right over her cunt."

The crude direct obscene command made Goosebumps appear on her flesh and
she knelt, her knees on either side of Kim's head, felt her fingers
tingle up and down the insides of her thighs, and bent forward, putting
her weight on her elbows and looking at Kim's hips and her widespread
legs and the gently throbbing lips of her begging young cunt.

Her buttocks facing Lee, she moaned long and low when she felt his
strong hard hands seize them and order her to spread her legs wide.
Then, whimpering, her buttocks twitching and rearing, she felt him
spread the lips of her cunt with his thumbs and felt the great thick
head of his cock press into the warm wet walls of it. She cried out her
lewd delight as she felt her hips being forced apart, felt her cunt
stretching painfully as his blood-inflated cock head sunk home with a
wet obscene sluicing sound and she knew that Kim was going to see that
great cock sawing in and out of her cunt. She was going to watch him
fuck her into ecstasy and insensibility.

Her body responded, her hips thrusting backward as Lee thrust in. She
wanted to ride the pain of his huge cock, ride it past the stretching
and past the blunt savage head banging relentlessly on her cervix and on
to the point where she would feel pleasure so intense and thick she
would wail with delight and beg for more. Then, a jolt, like high
voltage, ran through her body and she stiffened: Kim's tongue was
licking her clitoris from below while her brother fucked her from
behind!

Her mind went wild and they all began moving in an ever increasing lewd
tempo and, closing her eyes, she bent her head and let her tongue lick
over the girl's hotly distended cunt. Kim responded by letting her hips
move up and down and they were soon undulating together, sweating, in an
obscene tempo with Lee gloating over the whole thing, cold-bloodedly
pulling his long prick out of his sister's cunt against her moaning
protests and bending his knees and guiding his cock into the Indian
girl's waiting mouth. A few lubricious strokes and he pulled out and
sunk it back into Gail's waiting cunt.

Then, a sound, a bump, by the door.

It was Rod. He was back. In the apartment, framed menacingly in the
doorway, staring at the lewd intertwined bodies on and over the bed.

Rod had left the apartment in a fury, running to his car and roaring
off. He had driven with a suicidal abandon, screeching around corners
until his rational mind took control and he found himself on a freeway
and slowed down and allowed himself time to think. What was he going to
do? His mind ran amok among several possibilities: tell the police, tell
their parents, go back and beat them to within an inch of their lives,
never go back, divorce her and, in some way, get even.

More than anything, he wanted to get even. A wild overriding fury
possessed him and he realized that he had been shocked cold sober and,
while he made his plans, he needed a drink. He pulled off the freeway
and found a roadside bar. He sat in the cocktail lounge by himself
gulping a double scotch and downing it at once and reordering. He sat
over the second scotch, staring off. More than anything, he wanted to
get even. The insane audacity of the two of them! Right in his own house
while he was in the next room! What could he do to get even with a stunt
like that? A cold cruel grin spread across his face. He tossed his
scotch off, ordered another and drank it while paying the bill.

Back in the car, heading back toward town, he felt his head clear and
his body calm. He would show them, he would fix them. Above all, he
would fix her, his adulterous young wife.

As he parked the car in front of the apartment, his one worry was that
they might have gone. Across the street, he could see the dirty old man
looking out of his front window. He grinned coldly. If that old guy only
knew...

He tiptoed to his door and listened, holding his breath. No sound. He
crouched and squinting one eye, peered through the keyhole. The
apartment was silent but the lights were on. In some insane way, he knew
they were still inside, that they were all in the bedroom. He let
himself in slowly, turning the key in the lock with diabolical slowness,
inching the door open silently and just as slowly and quietly closing it
and turning the lock shut. No one was going to run out. He tiptoed
slowly across the living room, planting each foot carefully and slowly
leaning his weight onto it before taking another step.

He held his breath as he neared the door. He heard low muffled sounds
and a moan of passion from his wife. The bedroom door was half open and,
slipping between the couch and end table, his back against the wall, he
looked into the full-length mirror bolted onto the door and saw Gail
sprawled lewd and naked on the bed, on her back with her legs split
wide. The Indian girl, naked, her beautiful buttocks facing him, was
crouching between Gail's legs and licking her cunt. Rage tore at his
throat while lust ripped at his groin, swelling his cock as he watched
his wife and Kim in a lewd lesbian embrace while Lee, naked, on the bed,
was sucking one of Gail's breasts and, as he watched, his breathing
growing excited, he saw her cup and bunch her free breast and suck on
the nipple herself! Her lewdness was unbelievable. He watched, bending
over the table to get a better view of the obscene tableau going on in
the mirror. His mouth was open and sweat was forming on his upper lip as
he watched his wife writhe, twist and undulate in a lewd passion he,
himself, had never experienced with her.

Suddenly Lee was pulling away and saying something and Rod straightened
and flattened against the wall, holding his breath, fearful his
reflection had been seen in the mirror. He listened, his heart pounding,
as he heard Lee giving orders and the sound of bodies shifting on the
bed. He waited what seemed an interminable time before leaning out and
over the end table again. They had shifted around and he couldn't see
all of them so he had to lean further, balancing precariously on one
hand. He saw Lee and Gail's buttocks crouched over the other girl's
face. He saw the expression on his wife's face as her brother shoved his
big cock in her cunt and he watched, his heart pounding and his cock
rock hard in his pants as Lee began enjoying himself, using both of the
girls in an obscene way while his wife was so depraved and excited, he
saw her lick Kim's cunt while her buttocks twitched and rolled with
wild, uninhibited pleasure.

Now, now he'd show them. He twisted and with his free hand, tried to
readjust his throbbing prick in his pants and lost his balance and fell
with a thump. Instantly, all sound stopped in the bedroom. Rod leaped
off the end table with a snarl and, moving faster than he thought he
could, was standing snarling in the doorway as Lee turned his head to
see what made the sound.

For what seemed an eternity of seconds, no one moved or said a word. Lee
withdrew his prick from his sister and pointed a finger. "Now wait a
minute," he said in a shaky voice, "I... wait a minute... I can..."

"Shut up!" The words hissed through the air and, for once in his life,
Lee knew he had better remain silent. Rod came slowly into the room,
looking at the three of them, menacing, no man to be fooled with, but
possessed of an insane coolness and presence of mind. With a jerk of his
thumb, he said, "Over there!" to Lee and Lee obeyed, backing away from
the bed.

Gail rolled off of Kim and the two women turned their heads to stare at
him with frightened eyes. Another jerk of his thumb told Kim to scamper
off the bed and join Lee while Rod stood looking down at his wife with
cold glittering eyes, a cruel smile playing on his lips. "You like to
fuck, huh?" he asked in a low quiet voice, "you like having fun, huh?"
he went on as he slowly undressed while Gail cowered and Kim and Lee
held their breath. "You like acting like a whore, is that it? You like
feeling like a slut, huh? Turns you on, is that it?" he asked as he
flung his underwear to the floor and stood over his wife, stark naked,
his cock swollen and blood red, "Well, I'm going to show you what it
really feels like. On your stomach!" he commanded, the words crackling
through the air.

Gail, although fearful of her life, obeyed without a word. She rolled
over on the bed, exposing her beautiful, well rounded buttocks. "Spread
your knees and get up on them!" Again, there was a relentless throb to
his voice that told her to obey. She got to her knees, her head still
down on the mattress and spread her legs so that she was posed
obscenely, her cunt wet and split wide.

Rod crawled on the bed without even looking at Kim or Lee and spread the
cheeks of his young kneeling wife's buttocks and let his thumb rub
roughly across her tiny puckered anus. "This," he said with a twisted
grin, his voice rough and hoarse, "is what I'm after. The only virgin
hole she's got left!"

Gail gave a sharp cry of pain as he brutally thrust his forefinger into
her anus up to the first knuckle joint. She felt it pop lewdly in and
held it defensively fast by the rubbery ring of her anus as he wormed it
slowly around inside, his fingertip exploring the soft inner walls and
teasing at the sensitive flesh.

Then, with a suddenness, his finger was pulled out and her whole body
trembled with fear. She knew without a doubt what he was going to do and
yet a lewd thrill of humiliation ran through her: She felt she deserved
it. This would be the final depravity, the ultimate humiliation: to be
sodomized by her outraged husband while her brother and the Indian girl
watched.

She whimpered as she felt the head of his cock pushing at the entrance
of her anus, sending hot wires of pain shooting electrically through her
loins. She lay with her eyes shut tight. It was going to be agony, but
she couldn't stop him. Wildly, obscenely, she didn't want to stop him!

She began crying from the pain and pleaded in an incoherent trembling
voice, only unintelligible sounds of fear coming from her throat as she
felt the iron hard cock pushing into her back there as he leaned his
weight forward and felt her anal mouth expanding until she felt sure it
would split. "Agggghhhhhhhhha!" she cried as she felt the huge hammering
head pop through the tiny puckered entrance. The pain was so great that
even Rod grimaced as he felt her virginal anal walls snap tight and
choking, around his cock. Biting his lips, he pushed further, feeling it
sinking deeper and deeper in, the smooth rubbery tightness beginning to
be a new lewd thrill.

Gail felt she would pass out from the pain and she screamed and saw
stars dancing in front of her eyes. But her enraged husband only pushed
harder, sinking in another cruel lust-hardened inch with the flesh
locking tight around his cock as he wormed further and further up into
her tightly constricting anal walls. Slowly, diabolically, he pulled out
with her anal flesh clinging obscenely to the cock as though it were
glued there. Savagely, then he began thrusting in and out, fucking into
and ravaging her rectum insanely as she screamed and cried futilely for
mercy.

Lee and the Indian girl were huddled by the wall, watching Rod
ruthlessly sodomize his wife. They grew excited and caressed one
another. Lee, feeling his old manic aggressiveness coming back, put his
hands on the girl's shoulders and forced her to her knees where she took
his cock in her hands and sucked hungrily on the tip while they watched
the scene on the bed.

Rod found himself full of a sadistic sexual power as he began fucking
his wife's back passage brutally, his own excitement growing as he felt
her body reacting and her whimpering words spill out between screams. He
used all his weight, and strength to drive his cock home and, as she
screamed, he began sawing in and out in a wild, abandoned rhythm,
determined to shoot his cum deep up into her anus and fill her
adulterous, incestuous little belly to the bursting point.

Lee, his hips moving lewdly, his cock gliding in and out of Kim, the
other girl's mouth, watched his sister being savagely fucked and felt
his own brutal excitement growing. And, as he watched, he saw Gail's
body slowly begin to roll and writhe like a bitch in heat, saw her firm,
rounded young breasts jiggle obscenely on the mattress below her. The
expression on her face was changing from intense pain to intense
pleasure. The sounds torn from her throat were turning to moans and
mewings of pleasure. "She's liking it!" he said in a whisper of
disbelief.

Gail was loving it! She was beyond the pain now and loving her
humiliation! "F... f... fuck me harder, d-darling!" she breathed
ecstatically.

"Rod!" Lee called, "turn her over and we'll both give her cock!" his
brother-in-law called.

In his savage lewd mood, Rod found he was capable of doing anything.
Lee's suggestion seemed like a way for him to show his further contempt.
Holding Gail tightly by her slim waist, his cock buried in her anus, he
rolled her over on top of him until she lay sprawled, her breasts and
legs spreading.

Her brother and the other girl hurried to the bed and looked at her
loveliness as she lay with her legs spread wide, the hilt of her
husband's cock buried deep up in her wide-stretched asshole and her cunt
wet, wide, and waiting. Instantly, her brother was on top of her and
shoving his virile young cock deep in her open, receptive cunt while she
moaned and tried to move in time between them. She could feel the two
hardened male cocks inside of her, moving independently of each other,
separated only by a thin wall of excited flesh between rectum and
vagina.

The Indian girl was on the bed, lying next to the trio. "Me next!" she
breathed as she caressed their bodies and kissed their mouths. Each of
them pawed and caressed her nakedly twisting body with their free hands
as they began moving in rhythm to one another, building toward the
wildest of orgasms ever.

"Do it to me," the tightly sandwiched Gail cried through lust contorted
lips, "fuck me... fuck me harder... I want to cum... Please, oh, God, I
want to cum..."

The dually fucking cocks, husband and brother, plunged into her again
and again, grinding and twisting their hips lewdly as they fucked
crazily in and out of her wide-stretched cunt and rectum. The two men
could both feel their balls begin to swell and ache as the beautiful,
naked young body of their wife and sister began suddenly to writhe even
more violently between their sweating bodies.

Gail whimpered again and again as the two cocks plunged deep up into her
screaming belly, her husband's stretching the virginal end of her rectum
that gripped the sperm-swollen head like warm, buttery honey. Forgotten
was the humiliation of being taken like a slut by her own brother and
husband at the same time, or the obscene, pleading words still pouring
half coherently out of her open mouth. All that mattered now was the
wild, raging fire swirling out of control in her body flaming higher and
higher by the two cocks fucking crazily into the dual passageways up
between her widespread legs.

Gail jerked her thighs back to open her cunt more to her younger brother
as she felt his cock buried deep in her womb begin spurting hot and wet
into her belly. At the same time, she ground her buttocks down tight
onto the impaling cock of her husband as it, too, suddenly erupted deep
up into her bowels. She squirmed tightly against both their groins,
holding both the hotly spurting cocks deep in her body as her vagina and
rectum both convulsed crazily sucking the last of her husband and
brother's hot thick cream deep into bowels and belly. And then... she,
too, screamed... as her own orgasm lashed like wildfire through her
nakedly dancing body, the violence of her cumming bouncing her
helplessly between them. She writhed and twisted, clutching her younger
brother tight in her arms and dropping her legs out to the side locked
her feet tightly under the knees of her husband as she fucked out her
passion like a wild, animal bitch in heat.

And then it was over. With a soft mewling sound her body went limp
between them, her head rolling slowly to the side as a louder groan
escaped her lips as the now half-hard cocks slipped wetly out of her
sperm-flooded anus and vagina.

There was silence for awhile, broken only by the heavy recuperative
breathing coming from them all. And then, Gail felt her legs being
spread wide again and the softness of feminine hair tickling her inner
thighs as a slowly licking female tongue worked hungrily at the
sperm-covered lips of her open pussy. "Oh, God," she moaned inwardly,
"Is this what the camper and those teen-age boys would have been like?"


Chapter 8

The scene is upper New York state. A small sleepy town of quiet
respectability. Outside of town, there is a small junior college. The
time is autumn--Indian summer--and the trees have burst in a riot of
color. Russets, reds, flaming oranges, and sun- bright yellows decorate
the campus as leaves fall and whirl in the wind. There is the nipping
hint of a cold winter to come in the air. Buzz Bierbeck, the football
coach waits on the commons for his friend, Hank Morrison, history
teacher, to join him. They will wend their way off campus to a local bar
where they will have a drink and conversation before going home to their
wives.

Buzz sees Hank approaching, walking in his slouching way with his
ever-present pipe dangling from his teeth. He looks beyond Hank, past
his shoulder, as he sees Gail Hanover, Mrs. Rod Hanover, come out of the
administration building and walk to the parking lot. Buzz ran his
fingers through his crewcut and nodded in her direction as Hank
sauntered up. "Damn, don't know what it is, but I'd sure like to make it
with that bitch." Hank turned to appreciate Gail with sleepy eyes. As
they watched, one of the students called, "Mrs. Hanover!" and ran to
catch up with her.

"That?" Hank asked as they watched Gail and the boy talking together.
"Better forget about that. She's a real straight arrow. The word is out:
she won't stand for any pass."

"Look at that figure," Buzz enthused. "Damn, why does she dress like an
old maid?"

"Like I said, she's pretty square and very much in love with a husband
in Vietnam."

"Yeah. Too bad. There's just something about her, some kind of look on
her face."

Hank laughed and slapped his friend on the back. "Forget it. Listen, of
all the broads in this town, that is the least likely. No hank-panky for
Mrs. Gail Hanover, believe me."

Gail's conversation with the young boy couldn't be heard. All the two
instructors could see were their lips moving and their mouths smiling.
An agreement was made and they said goodbye and Gail went smiling to her
car.

It might be hard to recognize her from the girl in San Diego of a few
months before. She wore her hair in a tight severe bun. Horn rimmed
glasses perched on her nose. She wore little or no makeup and her
dresses were long and she generally wore tweed suits that helped to hide
her voluptuous form. At the school, working in administration, she was
known as cool and efficient, all business. The boys at the school seemed
to like her and she seemed interested in their problems and could be
seen talking with them on breaks and at lunchtime.

Tonight, she was driving home with a smile on her face. She rented a
little house near the campus. She liked it because it was warm,
friendly, and excluded from neighbors.

At home, she read the day's mail. A curt letter from Rod in Vietnam,
saying the war was dragging on. A letter from Lee and Kim out in
California, saying they were going to visit her next summer. She put the
letters away and began preparing for the evening. Daylight saving made
the dark come early and she smiled at the prospect.

Nightfall found her standing by the window, looking out, a drink and
cigarette in her hand. It was a different girl from the one seen earlier
on the campus. Her hair was let down to fall in wild billows. Makeup
accentuated the sensuous features of her face. She was wearing high
heels and black open-net stockings held in place by a garter belt. A
silk kimono slipped from one shoulder as she jiggled the ice in her
drink and sipped as she looked down at the snowy mounds of her breasts
naked under the kimono. The lights were low, music was playing on the
tape recorder and soon, soon, the young boys would be coming. Coming
from the college, ostensibly on their way into town to see a movie. She
closed her eyes and smiled. Young boys with strong slim naked bodies and
erect cocks, young boys so cruel and demanding in their youth, young
boys who would fuck her like a street whore and make her do obscene
things. Young men who seemed inexhaustible and insatiable. She grinned,
drained her drink and brushed her hair from her eyes as she walked to
the bar to pour another stiff drink.

She needed to be fortified for the coming evening. It promised to be a
long one. How many were there coming, she wondered. Six. Six young horny
men alone with her. With a throaty hard laugh, she said aloud, "Looks
like I made it to that camper after all."


The End
