A Helpful Brother
by Sandra Lawson 


FOREWORD 

A Helpful Brother, by Sandra Lawson, is an exciting new novel depicting the 
intimate story of a doctor's family in a small eastern town. Another 
well-known author once wrote of morality: "What is moral and what immoral?" 
The question has never been answered satisfactorily, but perhaps this 
telling work will set the reader on the trail. 

Ms. Lawson writes about the oddly appealing older brother of this family 
with a complete ease and naturalness that also holds true throughout each of 
her other startling characterizations. Lee, the young teenager involved with 
a rapid growth of knowledge, comes off particularly well. Authoress Lawson 
is both accurate and poetic in her prose, and one senses that there are 
hidden meanings within it just waiting for the attentive reader to search 
them out. 

Obviously more is at stake here than the merely erotic, for in essence what 
we derive from this crucial work is not only a sense of oddly misplaced 
justice, but also an indication of just how far members of our harassed 
society are driven in their quest for love and simple human kindness. The 
final analysis still, as always, rests with you, the discerning reader. As 
always, we the publishers, are pleased to present this moving and socially 
significant work by a bright and promising talent. 

-The Publishers 


CHAPTER ONE 

"Oh Joe, it's so good to see you again!" Mara Hennings happily hugged her 
dark-haired older brother to her, holding him hard and long as though this 
hug would compensate for the ten years during which brother and sister had 
not seen each other. 

"And you, Mara, you look terrific. Just beautiful!" Joe was taking in the 
voluptuously proportioned form of his red-haired sister as he held her at 
arms' distance from him. 

Christ! he thought, she's not wearing any brassiere under that sweater! 

With a characteristic toss of her auburn tresses, Mara stepped back and 
began to help her brother off with his overcoat. She closed the door against 
the wind and brought the older man into the living room where a heavy log 
burned and crackled in the fireplace. 

"Sit down and get comfortable, Joe," she smiled, fluffing up a thick pillow 
on the sofa and then scurrying to get him a drink. 

Dazed by the homey, friendly atmosphere, Joe, a slightly worried-looking man 
of 36, propped his feet up on the sofa after shedding his shoes and tried to 
get comfortable. How long had it been since he'd been in a real family 
situation? He hesitated to guess ... some ten years or more. He hardly ever 
thought about it anymore, but now, being at his sister's house, the rusty 
memories of his former life came back to him, causing a surprising lump to 
rise in his throat. He hadn't thought about his wife, Gina, in quite awhile 
nor had he thought about their child, a girl who would be maybe fifteen or 
sixteen by now. 

"I hope you like brandy!" Mara called from the nearby kitchen. "It gets so 
cold in these parts that we have to keep a good supply on hand, or at least 
that's what Paul says," she laughed nervously. She tended to chatter on when 
she wasn't exactly sure of herself. "Paul will be along shortly," she added, 
referring to her hard-working doctor-husband. "He had to visit a patient who 
lives nearby." 

"It'll be good to see him again!" Joe called back, although he wasn't 
exactly looking forward to seeing his brother-in-law again after what had 
taken place between them the last time they'd met. But, of course, that had 
been years ago when he was still married to Gina, and all that was supposed 
to be water under the bridge by now. It was supposed to be! 

"He's happy that you'll be staying with us for a couple of weeks, Joe. You 
know, families should stick together. Paul always says that." 

Mara entered the living room and set a small tray on the table in front of 
her brother. The fire was doing nicely, hissing and sizzling and warming her 
back as she bent over to give the brandy and soda glasses one more stir 
before handing one to Joe. The lovely 32 year old housewife could feel the 
warmth spreading up beneath her plaid skirt, touching the backs of her long 
lithe legs and rising to the voluptuous curves of her buttocks where they 
quivered softly within the silky nylon panties she always wore. As she 
handed Joe his glass, brother and sister's eyes met, and Mara blushed deeply 
without knowing quite why. Then she laughed and sat down across from her 
brother. 

"Wait till you see Lee!" she said, her blue eyes sparkling at the very 
thought of her vivacious daughter. 

"Little Lee?" Joe asked. 

"Well, she's not so little anymore. She's a big girl now. Almost fifteen, 
and that's pretty old in these modern times!" 

Joe gulped down his brandy. Little Lee, fifteen years old! How could it be 
possible! But he remembered that his own little girl had been born even a 
year or so before his sister's child. Yes, that had all been quite a long 
time ago. 

"I'm beginning to feel like an old man!" he said, trying to smile. He felt 
unaccountably sad, unaccountably sorry for himself although he couldn't say 
he'd really felt that much emotion during all the time he'd been away. Out 
there in California he'd been a person that no one really knew, a man 
without a past, without a family ... a drifter, someone's roomer, and that 
was about it. 

Now that he was back in the real world, his world out there seemed almost 
worse than prison to him. But then it had been a punishment, and he had 
willingly gone to it, recognizing the truth of what his wife had said of 
him, of what everyone who knew the story had said of him. 

"You're no good, Joe. No damned good!" 

His wife had had no trouble getting the divorce under the circumstances. 
Although adultery, in the state of New York, was considered the only 
necessary cause for divorce, Joe and Gina Simms had not had to fake it. The 
evidence was clear enough; the other woman involved was Gina's own sister, 
who later claimed he hadforced her, raped her right there in her sister's 
home. But Joe knew that that wasn't true, that his erstwhile wife's sister 
Susan had been working him up to that moment for some months before it 
actually happened and they got caught at it. 

"Joe? Did you hear me?" 

Joe jumped, startled by his sister's voice waking him from his painful 
reverie. "What? Oh, I'm sorry. I just got to thinking about things, I 
guess." Joe sat up, trying to look more alert than he actually felt. The 
cross-country bus ride hadn't been the most pleasant experience, and he felt 
physically and mentally exhausted. 

"I said, Lee will be back from her dance class any minute now. She gets a 
ride from one of the girl's parents. I've made a late supper so we could all 
have something together." 

"That sounds terrific, Mara. Listen, do you mind if I wash up a bit first. I 
feel covered with most of the dirt between California and Wilton, New York." 

"Oh, of course! How silly of me. Of course, you'll want to see your room 
anyway. Come on, I'll show you up." 

Mara felt a little relieved as she led the way up the stairs. She would have 
some time to get herself together now, to put the finishing touches on the 
dinner without having to talk to Joe ... yet. 

"Well, I can see you've kept your figure, little sister!" Joe said as they 
reached the top of the stairs, and Mara felt herself blushing again, 
realizing that her dark-haired brother had been watching her as she climbed 
the stairs ahead of him. 

"Thanks for the compliment," she said. "An old housewife like me doesn't get 
that many!" 

As she opened up the door to what would be her brother's room, right at the 
top of the stairs and to the right, the nervous sister wondered why she had 
lied. It wasn't true that she didn't get compliments. Just that morning at 
the supermarket, the manager had renewed his attempt to make a date with her 
as she got his okay on a grocery check. And she could always tell that she 
looked good by the interested second looks she got on the street or simply 
by the way certain women looked daggers at her. Even her husband Paul was 
not stinting with compliments, although Mara sometimes suspected that he 
said them out of habit more than anything else. 

"Here it is!" she cried cheerily. "The Hennings guest room. Nothing imagine, 
but I think you'll be comfortable. You've got your own John too, right 
through that door. That's more than the rest of us have. The family bathroom 
is down the hall." 

After making sure that her brother had towels and a washcloth and that she 
hadn't forgotten to put soap in his soap dish, Mara left Joe to wash up and 
went back downstairs to see about her dinner. As the auburn-haired housewife 
descended the stairs, she realized that her legs were shaky and she blamed 
it on the brandy. Nevertheless, she felt she wanted to finish off her glass. 

She couldn't help thinking about the argument she'd had with Paul about her 
brother's arrival, and how she'd had to fight to have her own brother come 
and stay with them for a short while. Even though they'd made up afterward, 
and Paul had finally agreed to the visit, Mara still felt disturbed by the 
fact that her husband had found it so difficult to "forgive" Joe after all 
these years. 

Mara basted the roast leg of lamb and checked on the string beans, but she 
was really thinking about how she'd told Paul that he had no actual reason 
to judge her older brother's behavior. Joe's sister-in-law's charge of rape 
had never been proven, nor had it ever been clear that Joe's little girl had 
been a witness to the entire lewd act between them. These were the things 
that her brother had denied to the end, although he had certainly not been 
able to deny what he'd been caught doing with his wife's sister! 

Why her husband Paul should even care about it so much, Mara couldn't see; 
but she knew that Paul had always become practically violent at the very 
mention of Joe's name, and that the two of them had had words just before 
her brother's departure for California some years before. 

Live and let live. Forgive and forget. Mara recited all the trite old adages 
as she reminded herself that her husband had finally come around. Still, she 
couldn't help feeling unsettled about her husband's feelings, and perhaps 
about her own feelings as well. But Joe was her brother, and Mara did have a 
special fondness for him and always had, ever since they were children. 

The disturbed young wife lapsed into a silent reverie as she began to peel 
apples for tomorrow's applesauce. It was one of her family's favorites and 
they seemed to appreciate it when she made it herself. 

She remembered her brother's compliment and how she had answered him so 
evasively, when the night before Paul had been so ... she didn't really know 
how to put it to herself ... different was the only word she could think of. 
His excitement and his words to her in the middle of the night had almost 
made her feel as though he were a stranger, a total stranger to her. Mara 
felt a little tremor of desire run through her as she thought of it now, and 
the apple peelings grew into a pile on the table in front of her. 

She had been sound asleep, curled into herself, her warm smooth buttocks, 
covered by the satin nightgown she often wore, touching her husband as she 
lay cradled by her dreams. It had seemed like a dream when she felt his hot 
hands first beginning to touch her, felt Paul's fingers fumbling to touch 
her naked breasts, to close the thick soft nipples between thumb and 
forefinger, gently squeezing, rousing her from her sleep. 

The hard insistent shaft of Paul's desire-stiffened penis began to nudge 
obscenely into the split formed by the sleeping wife's well-rounded 
buttocks. She awoke to the thrill of her husband's big hands roving 
fervently over her voluptuously soft woman's body, feeling his breath now 
coming hot against her ear. 

"Turn over, turn over," he crooned, and bewildered and stunned by her 
usually predictable husband's nocturnal excitement, Mara stammered, "B-But, 
Paul!" 

But there really wasn't anything to say. She didn't really want to refuse 
him, it was just that it all seemed so ... so strange! 

Paul felt every fiber of his nakedly aroused body alive with desire for his 
sleepy wife. The details of the erotic dream he'd just had were fading 
rapidly away, and now he concentrated all his thinking and feeling on the 
smooth curves and hollows of his wife's flesh that moved beneath his 
exploring fingers. Slowly Paul peeled away the top of his auburn-haired 
wife's satin nightgown, feeling the firmly rounded softness of her breasts 
with their thick pointed nipples trembling beneath his fingers. The doctor's 
breath caught in his throat as he pulled the gown all the way down, feeling 
his wife offer no resistance or assistance. It was like unclothing a big 
doll and the passive way she was accepting his advances only excited him all 
the more. The fair-haired, almost blonde 34 year old knew that his wife was 
anything but a doll; she was real and alive and soon he would bring her to 
passionate life. Paul's hotly throbbing cock was rock-hard and he knew that 
he had to get inside her soon or he was going to cum just feeling the 
sleekness of her naked flesh beneath his fervently caressing hands. 

Lifting himself up slightly, he peered down at the softly breathing creature 
in the darkness, taking in the cream-white flare of her hips, her gently 
sloping belly beneath which lay the inverted crown of her silken-haired 
pussy. The reddish-brown curls lay sparsely covering the triangular mound 
and Paul had an almost irresistible urge to bend and kiss them, but he was 
afraid of being rejected and decided against it. Better stick with what he 
knew Mara would like, he thought, and besides, he couldn't wait much longer 
anyway. 

Mara opened her deep blue eyes just the tiniest bit. She was feeling little 
traces of excitation spreading throughout her naked body. The cool night air 
flowed over her exposed skin and started goose pimples rising all over her, 
as a tingle of desire spread slowly from the base of her quivering belly and 
she began to wonder what her husband was waiting for. Through her 
half-opened lids she could see Paul's naked body bending over her. She saw 
the erect staff of his angrily engorged cock up-thrusting from between his 
strong legs, and a shudder of longing passed through her. The young 
housewife trembled slightly beneath her fair-haired husband's lustful gaze 
and looking up at him again she saw that he was shifting to kneel in between 
her slightly parted legs. He seemed to be looking at her as though he'd 
never seen her before, and she wondered what odd thoughts were going through 
her doctor-husband's mind. She frequently found it difficult to communicate 
with him, and she thought with a pang of regret that there had rarely been 
much variety in their sexual life together. 

A stranger! The idea was appealing to Mara, and a fantasy rapidly shaped 
itself in her mind and body. A stranger who hardly knew her and who wanted 
her, and yet who would seem familiar, close, like ... she could not say who, 
but desire was welling up inside her quickly as she began to think of the 
pleasure she would soon be feeling, the fullness of a man's lust-hardened 
penis far up inside her belly, making her spread her legs so that he could 
penetrate the depths of her willingly moistened cunt! 

Yes, she wanted that, wanted to pretend to herself that Paul was not her 
husband of fifteen years, not the man who had English muffins and marmalade, 
two eggs sunny-side up and coffee every morning for breakfast, not the man 
who stayed out with patients until all hours of the night, or who closed 
himself up behind a book for days on end without making any effort to 
include her in his private, inner life! 

No, he was someone else, someone special and forbidden, and what she was 
doing was wrong and she would enjoy it all the more because it was! God, if 
he would only take her quickly! Mara wet her lips with her tongue and moved 
her long shapely legs outward on the double bed, exposing the palpitating 
slit of her hair-lined pussy, letting the small cleft of secretly waiting 
cuntal flesh peek out from between the hair-fringed lips of her pussy. 
Secretly she wanted this man to do something different to her, something 
that would surprise and embarrass her, yet thrill her to the depths of her 
being. She wanted him to turn her into another person, a wanton creature 
whose words and thoughts as well as actions were obscenely indecent! 

Mara tossed her head to the side and moaned slightly, "Paul, please ... I 
can't wait any more!" The excited young woman lifted her hand up and tugged 
softly at her husband's arm as if to shake him from his reverie, and then, 
surprising even herself, she let her hand reach up between Paul's legs to 
graze the thick bulge of his quivering hard cock. As Mara closed her fingers 
hesitantly around the naked warmth of her husband's penis, she felt it jerk 
wildly in her palm, its hardness increasing as she began to lewdly fondle 
it, pulling the thick foreskin upward to the very top of the moistly 
secreting head and then pushing it slowly back down again. 

Above her, his knees spread within the "vee" of his wife's parted thighs, 
Paul groaned and looked down at the throbbing mass of his swollen cock. Even 
in the darkness he could see it tensed as it hadn't been in a long while. 
Every sinew of his naked body was equally rigid as well, as he felt his 
wife's fingers and watched her lift herself up on one elbow, her 
full-mounded breasts shifting to the right as she leaned over to perform the 
obscene task. 

Delighted that the sometimes reticent creature he had married was so anxious 
for his middle of the night caresses, Paul groaned and put his large hand 
down around her smaller one, letting the excited shaft of his cock explode 
between their two heated palms, pushing through to stand tall and proud in 
the night air. Hastily now, the doctor edged forward, removing his wife's 
encompassing fingers as he spread her legs wider with his shuffling knees. 
He bent toward her lips and kissed her deeply and hungrily as he lowered his 
muscular body onto hers, letting the excited tip of his lust-hardened penis 
worm up against the entrance of Mara's tightly pulsating vagina. He let it 
stay there without entering the hair-surrounded little opening, content for 
an instant to feel the whole of his wife's vulnerable nakedness quivering 
beneath him, her tongue swirling wildly within the moist confines of his 
mouth, her hands and fingers running nervously along his bare back. Their 
lusting bodies pressed nakedly and hotly together and the warm feel of 
Mara's firm full breasts resiliently quivering up against his hard chest 
made Paul cry out with pleasure. Slowly now he began to squirm up against 
his wife, and with a smooth wriggling motion started his rock-hard cock 
moving up into the moistly waiting opening between Mara's widespread white 
legs. 

"Uuuuunnn!" Mara groaned, lifting herself up with a startlingly strong 
motion and spreading her long lithe legs suddenly wider, then kicking her 
heels outward and locking them up onto her husband's nakedly thrusting back. 
The petal-soft lips of her hotly aroused cunt flowered hungrily open to suck 
at Paul's lust-engorged penis and swallow it deep up inside the warm, 
clinging wet walls. 

"AAAHHH!" Paul gasped out, flicking his hips forward again. Slowly at first, 
the shaft of his straining hard cock spread the naturally tight inner 
passage of Mara's secret flesh wide, making room for it to advance upward, 
throbbing, all the way into the narrow pulsating channel. But quickly Mara's 
seeping cuntal moisture prepared the way and with a sudden rush Paul's 
burrowing cock drove in to the hilt, pushing back the tissues of soft moist 
flesh in its forceful wake. Mara's desire-tormented pussy clasped lewdly all 
around her doctor-husband's impossibly swollen penis, squeezing it and 
surrounding it so snugly that Paul felt as though he were going to cum right 
then and there. 

"CHRIST!" he muttered, sweat beading out on his forehead. It took everything 
the sensually aroused physician could muster to keep the sudden swell of 
semen from starting its rushing journey from his tingling testicles to the 
very tip of his over-stimulated cock-shaft. 

"OH YESSSSS YESSS!" Mara was moaning as she felt the incredible hardness, 
the totally filling snugness of her husband's penis high within her 
lust-drenched pussy. It was good, better than anything she'd felt in a long, 
long while, and the image of the stranger returned to haunt the aroused 
young housewife, stirring her to greater and greater excitement. 

"Yeah!" Paul grunted out in reply. His auburn-haired wife's trembling pussy 
had never felt better to him, and he let his thickening cock change to a 
motion of short tentative strokes, feeling his balls tingling and full to 
the bursting point as they jerked impatiently up against the widespread 
inner cleft of Mara's buttocks. Beneath him, Mara began to moan 
ecstatically, working her own hips up and down on her husband's advancing 
cock, in effect fucking him as her long legs wriggled and slid up and down 
along his back and her nakedly gyrating loins advanced and retreated with 
each enormous effort the excitedly gasping housewife made. 

"Oooooh!" Mara moaned, feeling a series of anticipating spasms taking hold 
of her as the hard-cock driving sped ever upward, pushing the trembling 
folds of her wide-split vaginal passage steadily back, massaging them 
internally with each withdrawal. Then Paul brought his pounding cock all the 
way out of his wife's clasping vagina, leaving just the huge bulbous head at 
the entrance and then with all the might he could muster ramming back into 
her streaming passage. 

"AAAAAH!" Mara bucked up against his savage thrust and crooned with delight. 
It was not her husband, oh God no, this man was someone she'd always 
secretly wanted, the one man who could be anyone, a passing stranger, the 
mailman, anyone! Mara gasped for air, knowing she was starting her orgasm, 
triggered by the lewd thought of feeling another man's lust-bloated penis 
thrusting nakedly up within her willingly wide-held thighs. 

Paul fucked without mercy deep into the tender confines of his wife's 
pulsating cunt, and he could feel his balls aching painfully as he heard her 
beginning to grunt steady words of encouragement to him. There was something 
special about this whole thing for Paul too, even though the doctor was not 
completely aware of what it was. It had to do with his dream, but he 
couldn't even remember the details. They were now firmly ensconced in his 
subconscious, waiting again for the proper moment to come out. Still, he too 
knew that he was going to cum. His relentlessly fucking cock seemed filled 
with a thousand hot sparks and he felt the total exhilaration that made him 
feel truly a man. This moment of bliss made it all seem much more 
worthwhile, and he could feel the fog that usually occupied his mind and his 
feelings lifting, temporarily at least, as the thunder of his climax rumbled 
within him and the signal was given that started the unstoppable race of his 
heated sperm up from his lust-tightened testicles through his desperately 
tingling cock toward the highest recesses of his moaning wife's womb. 

"OH HONEY!" he gasped, his mouth gaping wide as his powerful orgasm 
ricocheted throughout his strained and shivering system. "CUM WITH ME! GIVE 
IT TO ME!" 

With the warmth and wetness of her husband's ejaculation spreading inside 
her tormented pussy, Mara felt the sluicing, grinding hardness within her 
release a sparkling torrent of blissful cumming deep in her own trembling 
belly. Her delicate pink-painted toenails curled under as she felt her 
quivering loins being lifted completely from the bed by her husband's last 
hard thrust. Her vagina seemed to gape in greedy desire, swallowing the 
whole of the lust-quenching cock that was plunging mercilessly to her very 
core. An agony of pleasure rippled through her, causing her to thrash wildly 
on the bed, her lovely features contorted in an unrecognizable mask of 
insane passion. The fantasy lasted and lasted, just as the orgasm seemed to 
hold her in its embrace forever, making her tingle with delight from the 
tips of her toes to the back of her neck. It was more thrilling than 
anything she'd ever known before, of that she was sure, and then she 
whimpered and gasped, "OH GOD, YES, I'M THERE! OOOH GIVE IT TO ME! GIVE IT 
TO MEEEEEE!" 

When at last the exhausted young doctor's wife's legs went limp, jumping 
convulsively and finally splaying obscenely on either side of her husband's 
still-heaving body, her heart was pounding in her chest as though it would 
burst. Excitement continued to dwell within her, and she felt filled to 
bursting with her secret. 

Her husband stirred and fell heavily to the side, his limp deflated penis 
slipping lewdly and wetly from the drenched interior of her well-fucked 
pussy. 

"Goood ... " he moaned, "that was so gooood!" 

Mara felt a shiver traverse her sweat-glistening nakedness. A burden of 
guilt and uncertainty weighed upon her as she realized that it had been 
better than ever because there had been something different about her 
husband ... something that had made her yearn for and imagine another man! 

 CHAPTER TWO 

"I'll let you out here, sweetheart!" 

"Okay, Jimmy. See you tomorrow at school!" Lee started to open up the door 
of her boy friend's 1961 Chevy, but suddenly felt his hand on her arm, 
pulling her back toward him. 

"Another kiss, angel!" he said, using his most persuasive voice. 

"NO!" Fourteen year old Lee Hennings pulled away, getting the door open and 
climbing outside before Jimmy had a chance to grab her again. "I told you 
... my uncle's coming tonight. I've got to be home in time for the special 
dinner my mother has planned." 

Seventeen year old Jimmy looked crestfallen. "A little kiss isn't going to 
take all that long," he said. But already she could tell he was prepared to 
leave, his foot impatiently idling on the gas pedal. 

"The last one took half an hour!" Lee tossed back at him, laughing. She was 
already walking briskly up the walk, her high boots making a firm crunching 
sound in the snow, her breath fogging out through her muffler. 

Jimmy watched her for a moment, feeling the same excitement he always felt 
around his girl. They'd only been going steady for a few weeks, but God, he 
was hooked on Lee Hennings already! He started up the car and passed her 
petite figure as she moved through the snow. Two inches had fallen that 
evening and a light covering was on the roads and the sidewalks. Lee looked 
so pretty in her big furry coat from the Salvation Army, and wisps of her 
blonde hair protruded from the edges of her knitted cap. As the young 
teen-ager waved and smiled good-bye to him, Jimmy felt a surge of desire 
course swiftly through him. He was remembering her hot pleasure-filled 
kisses as they'd parked out on Willow Lane a few moments before, and how her 
still growing, but already full breasts had felt to his lewdly exploring 
hands, although so far he had only known their lust-inciting contours 
through the material of his girl friend's sweater. But who knew what would 
happen tomorrow night, or the next night? Jimmy had nothing but optimism for 
the future, and he sped away as quickly as he dared on the slippery street, 
whistling to himself as he realized that he was exceedingly lucky to have a 
steady girl as sought after and as exciting as Lee Hennings. 

All faces turned to meet the fourteen year old as she entered through the 
kitchen door. They could see her from the adjoining dining room, and she 
could see them all equally clearly. She felt an immediate let down from the 
stimulation of her clandestine date with Jimmy after dance class as she 
surveyed the serious-looking adult faces of her family. Nevertheless, Lee 
made a concentrated effort to be charming. She knew that was what was 
expected of her, and that any other behavior on her part would start them 
asking questions, "Hi, Mom! Hi, Dad! Hi, Uncle Joe!" she cried 
enthusiastically. She was taking off her mittens and her coat, pulling at 
her hat and shaking out her long curly blonde hair. 

Her wide-legged pants billowed and clung to the teenager's shapely legs as 
she walked briskly toward the waiting family. She could see her Uncle Joe 
rising, and with a curious stare she quickly took in everything she could 
see about her mother's long lost older brother. Lee knew that her uncle had 
done something terrible a long time ago, something that no one ever talked 
about and which she assumed had to be extremely interesting. 

"Hi, Uncle Joe. Welcome to Wilton!" she said as the older man took her 
gruffly in his arms and hugged her emotionally for a brief instant. 

"They told me you'd grown," he said, "but they didn't tell me how much!" 

"Sit down, Lee, dinner's getting cold!" her mother interjected. 

Lee did as she was told, sitting on her side of the table with her father 
facing her and her mother to her left, Uncle Joe to the right. 

"Well, I'm not a baby anymore, Uncle Joe. That was the last time you saw me! 
Tell me all about California!" 

"You see, Joe? Fathers don't rate around here anymore. She hasn't even given 
me as much as a hello," Paul Hennings smiled, but Lee could tell by the tone 
of his voice that her father was not pleased. 

She apologized, making light of the whole thing, but as the meal progressed 
the young girl realized that something was definitely wrong with the 
atmosphere at the dinner table. 

Instinctively, she tried to listen to the undercurrents rather than to the 
obvious details of the conversation around her. And by the time dessert had 
come and gone apple pie with vanilla ice cream, her favorite Lee could feel 
that her mother was excessively nervous, her father seemed to be inwardly 
angry although he was making a good attempt to hide it, and as for her 
uncle, well, the most she could get from him was a feeling of confusion and 
sadness. Yet these two qualities were tempered with an underlying something, 
something which Lee could not fathom, but which she wanted to know more 
about. Uncle Joe had a secret, possibly an entire secret life, and she 
wanted to know all about it. If this man who looked so unprepossessing could 
create such turmoil in her normally cool, calm, and collected mother and 
father, then she wanted to find out why. 

Curiosity killed the cat! Lee remembered her mother's warning to her about 
her curious nature, but the pretty fourteen year old knew that the only way 
you ever found out anything was to take the initiative, other wise no one 
ever let you in on a thing. As she helped her mother clear the table, Lee 
made a mental note to have a long talk with her uncle as soon as possible. 
Uncle Joe and her father were discussing snowmobiles, a motor phenomenon 
about which Uncle Joe strangely seemed to know nothing. Maybe he was in 
prison! Lee thought excitedly to herself. Maybe he killed somebody! 

Later, as she and her mother scraped and stacked the dishes in the 
dishwasher, Lee thought about asking, but remembered that all her other 
questions about Uncle Joe had been answered only in the vaguest terms. She 
did remember once when her mother had talked to her about her childhood. The 
good-looking older woman often seemed willing to talk about the times when 
she and her brother had been children together. 

It so happened that Mara herself was thinking about that same thing. 
Childhood memories of simpler times when she and Joe were young kept 
crowding in on the present, forcing out the odd thoughts that Mara had been 
having since her brother had returned from California. They kept sweeping 
into her mind, as though to protect her from her own strange reveries. She 
was still embarrassed about her husband coming into the kitchen to find her 
sitting with the apple peeler in her hand in some kind of a daze, almost a 
trance, and half the apples pared for the applesauce. When Paul had asked 
her what on earth she was doing, she'd not wanted to tell him that she'd 
been thinking about their passionate lovemaking of the night before, even 
though she knew that this might have pleased her husband and made their 
evening together better. No, it didn't seem as though she could rightfully 
tell him that when she didn't feel that she had made love to him last night. 
It hadn't really been Paul, at any rate not in the depths of her psyche. 

So it had been awkward and difficult, and when Joe had come down to dinner 
and the two men had greeted each other after all those years of forgetting, 
it still hadn't been an easy meeting. Mara kept feeling that she ought to be 
able to do something to put them all at ease, but when she was so on edge 
herself, it was impossible. 

The coffee water was boiling madly on the stove and Mara realized she'd been 
drifting again, but now she was back on the sled with Joe sliding down the 
hill in Jefferson Park, both of them screaming with all their might as they 
swooped downward, Joe's gloved fingers holding tight to the wooden bars and 
her own mittened hands holding tight to him! 

"Oh, Lee, get that coffee for me, will you? Get out the little demitasse 
cups and take them in. You can serve it while I finish up in here." 

"How long is Uncle Joe staying, Mom?" Lee asked, regarding her mother's 
faraway look with interest. 

"I told you ... about two weeks. That's what he said in his letter, anyway." 

Lee put the little cups and saucers on a tray and taking the coffee pot from 
the stove, placed it beside them. "Then that means he'll be here over 
Christmas!" Lee said excitedly, her blue eyes, so like her mother's 
sparkling. 

"Yes, I'm sure he'll stay for Christmas," Mara said, remembering all the 
good Christmases she and Joe had had in the big old frame house over on the 
other side of town. Neither their mother nor their father was still living, 
and the house had long since been sold, repainted and remodeled. Yet, every 
time Mara had to drive out to the discount store she always made a point of 
passing the old house and of looking at it with all her might, as though she 
might conjure up an old memory, see an old face, or even see herself as a 
little girl playing there. It was silly, Mara knew, but she wondered now if 
her brother might like to drive past there himself with her sometime, just 
to look. 

Lee carried out the coffee tray complete with cream and sugar and saw that 
her father and uncle had moved into the living room. The brandy bottle was 
out, and the two men had already started in on two big snifters half-filled 
with the potent liquor. As usual when anyone was drinking, Lee wrinkled her 
nose distastefully. She didn't like alcohol and she particularly didn't like 
the odd effect it had on the so-called grown-ups around her. 

As soon as she could, the blonde teenager excused herself and went upstairs. 
There would be plenty of time for her to find out what the secret was, she 
thought, and right now it was going to be very pleasant to take a nice hot 
bath and then to prop herself up in bed with three pillows, with her records 
playing and her special box of chocolates by her side. Then she could think 
about her boy friend, Jimmy, to her heart's content, savoring all the 
details of their latest meeting after her dance class. 

* * * 

It wasn't too difficult to hide the fact that he was blind drunk, or at 
least that was what Joe thought, as he began to climb to his room. His 
sister and his brother-in-law had long since gone to bed, and he had 
remained downstairs alone with the brandy bottle and his thoughts. Now, the 
solitary brother felt his legs giving beneath him as he teetered upon the 
last top step. The alcohol spreading throughout his system had brought the 
healing relief Joe needed to feel complete and whole again. More and more in 
the last few years the 36 year old man's only pleasurable moments had come 
through drinking. It had seemed a harmless enough way to survive at first, 
but there had been some incidents recently that had frightened him and had 
originally made him write to his sister, requesting a short family visit. 
There had been times when he'd been completely unable to remember what he'd 
done or where he'd been the night before, for example. And then worse than 
that, there was the time he'd obviously been beaten, robbed of the little 
money he had, and left in some alleyway only to awaken in jail with a bunch 
of derelicts. These things had been frightening enough to make Joe know that 
some kind of change was necessary. Yet now that he was here in his sister's 
house, knowing that she wished him nothing but good, and that even his 
brother-in-law didn't actually hate him although the two men would never be 
friends ... even now Joe still needed the warmth and love of the soothing 
alcohol, in this case brandy, seeping through his blood system. 

He felt magnificent now, in fact, as he finally gained the top step, capable 
of any daring feat. Joe knew that in reality he was at the height of his 
powers when he'd been drinking. Snatches of odd thoughts ran through his 
mind, creating excitement and wonder at his own brilliance. If only there 
were someone to share it with him, someone to astound with his wit and 
wisdom, with the depth of his knowledge of human nature! 

He had a solution to the world situation, a sure-fire plan to end the war in 
fifteen minutes, a new method of transportation that he knew the airlines 
would be anxious to buy if only he could contact them. There were 
innumerable things about which Joe could expand if given the opportunity. 

The doorknob of his room loomed bigger than life in his distorted eyesight, 
but Joe's fingers had difficulty connecting with it. 

Then he heard the music still emanating from his niece's room right down the 
hall from his. He didn't know for certain that it was Lee's room, but he 
guessed correctly that neither his sister nor his staid doctor 
brother-in-law would be listening to that kind of hard rock music. It seemed 
easier to gravitate toward the sound and Joe lurched forward and ended up 
trying Lee's door. His weight caused it to give as he turned the handle and 
suddenly Joe was face to face with his sister's child. 

"Uncle Joe! What are you doing here?" Lee sat bolt upright in her Hollywood 
bed, the kind with the padded headboard. Her nightgown of soft white brushed 
wool clung to her youthful breasts, outlining them and showing the tender 
circles of the young girl's nipples. Lee's long blonde hair clung to her 
shoulders, reflecting the light from her lamp beside the bed. She was 
stunned by her uncle's entrance into her private world, a world which she 
carefully cultivated and thought protected against intruders. No one ever 
dared to enter her room without knocking, and now the fourteen year old was 
completely flustered at being caught in the midst of a very private reverie. 
Surreptitiously, her slender hand was drawn from beneath the bedcovers where 
her fingers had been tangled deliriously within the moist folds of her 
hair-trimmed young pussy. It was always fun to think of Jimmy while she 
touched herself there, to think of what it would be like when she allowed 
her boy friend to use his fingers and do to her just what she was doing. It 
wouldn't be long now, she knew, before she would let him. As it was, she 
wanted him to even as much as she knew Jimmy wanted to, but the cunning 
teenager knew that the timing had to be perfect. It ought not to seem too 
fast, or he would think her easy. With her last boy friend, Lee had made him 
wait three months before he touched her breasts. Lee's appetites were 
different now, stronger, and she saw no need to unduly prolong the 
excitement she yearned for. 

Uncle Joe was just standing there in the doorway, staring at her as though 
he'd seen a ghost. Lee could feel her fingers sticky against her nightgown. 
What if he'd seen the mound of her hand rubbing furiously down there between 
her parted thighs? 

"Hello, my beauty!" Joe finally said as he executed a dramatic flourish with 
his arm. He cleared his throat and staggered forth into his niece's bedroom 
after closing the door behind him. "It is my destiny to entertain beautiful 
ladies ... to tell them what is in my heart and to discover what is in 
theirs!" 

"Cripes, Uncle Joe! How much of that brandy did you drink?" Lee was somewhat 
alarmed by her uncle's inebriated state, but it occurred to her that now 
would be the perfect time to find out about all the things that no one 
wanted to tell her. 

"Not nearly enough," Joe replied, sitting boldly upon his niece's double bed 
while she moved over to make room for him. Joe sighed, "Not nearly enough to 
cause you to worry that pretty little head of yours. Alcohol is the food of 
the gods, my dear!" 

Joe couldn't help noticing how exquisitely beautiful his young niece looked 
propped up there in bed like a little blonde princess, her budding breasts 
fairly bursting from her nightgown. Her peaches-and-cream complexion was of 
a perfection he had never seen before. Lee didn't look quite real to him at 
this point. The young girl looked like a figment of his imagination 

"Did you drink a lot in California?" Lee asked pointedly. As her uncle 
hesitated, confused by her question, she continued, "Perhaps you drank a lot 
before you left?" 

The words made it all come back to him, every single bit of it. The way his 
house, his home used to look, the beauty of his wife Gina, whom he had loved 
dearly, and the treachery of her sister who had tempted and teased him 
whenever she got a chance. 

"Not a drop!" Joe replied. "No, did they tell you that I was a drinker? 
Well, it isn't true. Don't listen to anything anyone says about your uncle. 
If you want the real story, I'll give it to you. I'll tell anyone what it 
was that really happened!" 

Lee cringed back against her pillows as she realized what a fury of emotion 
she had stirred up in her uncle. She hadn't expected anything like the story 
that unfolded from his lips, the words slurred and sometimes unintelligible, 
but the meaning clear. And then the details came, the ones that made the 
young girl blush and tremble. No adult had ever spoken to her like this 
before, and she was at once frightened and flattered. Uncle Joe was thinking 
of her as a real person, not just a kid, and she felt a deep appreciation 
for this. Tears came into her eyes as she realized the truth of what her 
uncle was telling her and the injustice that had been done him. 

The poor man, she thought, the poor, poor man! 

Joe went on and on. The words didn't seem to want to stop. All the memories 
he'd been suppressing were right back with him alive and real, and at last 
he was getting a chance to tell someone about it. He was remembering Susan. 
That witch Susan! Whatever had happened to his ex-wife's sister? She'd been 
small and blonde, a real beauty too. 

"A lot like you, Lee. She had something about her, you know. She thought 
that no man should be able to resist her, and when I did, she made it a 
point to have me. And have me she did! It gives me a hard-on just to think 
about it now, the things she used to do! We'd be sitting in the living room 
and my wife ... her own sister ... would get up and go out of the room for 
something, and she'd pick up her skirt and spread her legs and underneath 
she wouldn't have any panties and there would be her sweet little cunt 
winking at me. And then she'd open her mouth and run her tongue along her 
lips and whisper to me, 'Don't you want it, Joe?' Christ, a man can only put 
up with it for so long!" 

Lee could feel her belly quivering with a growing excitement as she realized 
that her Uncle Joe was going to tell her the whole thing, step by step. 

"And then one day she came over when Gina was out doing the shopping. 
Christ, the time we got caught wasn't the first time! No, I fucked that 
little blonde cunt of hers ragged whenever I got the chance, just out of 
pure anger, out of pure meanness. I hated her for making me do it to her. 
And all the same I had to do it!" 

"What happened the day she came over, Uncle Joe ... the first time?" Lee 
asked curiously. 

Joe's roving fingers had begun to stroke along the silken surface of his 
teenage niece's arm while he spoke, nervously and compulsively, driven on by 
anger and all the brandy he'd consumed. "She comes over to the house, and 
the first thing she does is reach out and unzip my fly. Shit, I didn't even 
have a chance to stop her before she had my cock out and was stroking it, 
moving in on me and wriggling up against me, pushing her tits in my face! I 
made her bend over right then and there over the arm of the sofa and stuck 
my cock in her hot little cunt so far she screamed for help. I would have 
liked to see it come right out of her mouth, but by God, she liked it. 
Started creaming over and over all around my thrusting cock. Jesus!" 

"Golly!" Lee said under her breath. Something about the way her uncle's 
fingers were tracing along her arm was making her uncomfortable, and yet she 
didn't really want to stop him. There was something that felt good about it, 
too. Something forbidden and exciting, like the stories he was telling her. 
Deep in the pit of her belly a spark was ignited that drew her undeniably 
toward her mother's brother, this middle-aged man who was drunk out of his 
skull and telling her things she oughtn't to be hearing. 

"You ever get fucked?" he suddenly asked her, and Lee shook her head rapidly 
no. 

"No ... no, not yet!" she said, frightened by his question. 

"Then you don't really know what I'm talking about. But once you start 
fucking and know how good it is, you'll know that sometimes it's hard to say 
no even when you want to." 

Lee gulped and was silent. Her uncle was looking at her, staring in such a 
way that she was forced to look away from him. "If you ever played with your 
own pussy, then you know a little bit what it's like. Or if your boy friend 
has finger-fucked you." 

"Oh!" Lee didn't know what to say. A thrill of desire for the things she 
didn't know yet coursed through her, starting at the invisible line her 
uncle was drawing upon her arm. 

"I haven't touched a woman for months," Joe announced gloomily. Then he 
seemed to think of something that made him angrier still. 

"I bet you're even afraid to let me touch you! Even though there's nothing 
wrong with it." 

Lee was silent, thinking, yes, yes, she would be. Still she wondered what it 
would be like to go all the way with a man, and, in a sense, it was true 
that there wasn't anything wrong with Uncle Joe touching her. He was her 
uncle, after all. What wrong could it be to allow him to touch her? 

"Admit it!" he growled, his fingers tightening upon the young girl's arm. 

"You ... you can touch me if you want to, Uncle Joe," she said. "I know you 
wouldn't do anything wrong." Lee could hear the lie in her words, knew the 
depth of her own deception. She was pretending to be more innocent than she 
was because she was curious, because she wanted to know what it would be 
like and just what her uncle would do to her that way. And then she did feel 
sorry for him. She wanted to be friends with him; more than friends, really, 
she wanted to be an ally against the world that had turned away from her 
mother's brother, leaving him friendless and alone. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

When her Uncle Joe's huge hands reached out and touched the smooth white 
flesh of her slender shoulder, Lee felt her decision had been unwise. The 
actual shock of his hot fingers on her naked shoulder almost sent her into a 
state of shock, and yet she knew that she wouldn't stop him now. She managed 
to shake the fear that gripped her as her inebriated uncle with unbelievable 
gentleness passed his fingertips over her silken smooth skin, moving upward 
to her long, swan-like neck and then down to push the elastic top of his 
niece's nightgown down still further. 

"Christ!" he gasped, his brandy breath hot in the fourteen year old's face, 
"you're beautiful! Hell, yes, beautiful!" 

He let the ends of his fingers trace the small bone contours of his sister's 
daughter's facial features while the young girl remained immobile, hardly 
able to breathe beneath the grazing feel of her uncle's surprisingly 
stimulating hands. 

"You're ... you're like velvet ... so smooth ... so soft!" he hissed and 
then he was moving closer to her still motionless figure upon the bed, and 
bending down to kiss her soft naked shoulder as his hands moved beneath the 
covers to smooth over the gentle swell of her soft white belly hidden 
beneath her nightgown. Joe could feel his young niece shudder beneath his 
touch, and Lee sighed with an uncontrollable and unwanted sensation of 
delight. 

"May I see your body?" he whispered, his hands already moving to pull her 
nightgown all the way down, and even though she made a motion to stop her 
uncle, Lee did not protest enough. In moments his great hands were sliding 
beneath the pointed softness of her breasts to cup them upward and lift them 
as cool air brushed teasingly against the fourteen year old's exposed and 
quivering nipples that suddenly contracted into hard berry-like beads of 
sensitive flesh. 

Lee couldn't resist the overwhelming urge to lay her head against her 
uncle's powerful shoulder, and though she realized the almost lewd 
wantonness of the unexpectedly submissive act, she satisfied her conscience 
and her fears by telling herself that there was nothing wrong in letting her 
uncle touch her, that she was making him feel better, and finally that his 
tender loving touches felt so pure and simply good that she couldn't stop 
them ... not yet. The young teenager's breath caught in her throat as her 
inebriated uncle massaged and kneaded, stroked and caressed her nakedly 
palpitating breasts, pinching at the tiny hard cherry-nipples and rolling 
them between his fingers, causing new wild sensations to jolt excitedly 
through Lee's half-exposed body. Then he was gently drawing her nightgown 
down, pulling the covers back as he went, and the young virgin closed her 
eyes and raised her head in the intoxicating delight that was enveloping 
her. 

His lips suddenly and wetly kissing her soft white belly made her tremble 
until at last she lay there, her brain swirling in the erotic madness that 
was rapidly gaining control of her adolescent, love-starved body. She felt 
him moving his head back up and suddenly, powerfully smacking his tongue 
between her tender lips, into her mouth and throat, his one hand tracing 
over her breasts and down across her belly at the same time. Finally it 
reached the moist velvet flesh of her sensitive vaginal split, toying 
momentarily in the sparse, curly blonde hairs, then searchingly discovering 
the teenager's already excitedly erect clitoris. The lustfully aroused uncle 
tweaked the tiny sensation-filled bud and felt his trembling niece gasp into 
his mouth. Then he pinched it softly and she repeated the gasp. 

As her uncle ran his thick fingers down through her damp pussy flesh to the 
small opening of Lee's hair-lined little cunt, the young girl thought that 
nothing any of her old boy friends had done to her had felt this good. No 
one had been as experienced, as gentle and as exciting as Uncle Joe. And 
while her uncle tongued into her receptively sucking mouth, he slipped his 
middle finger upward, worming it insistently deep into the moist quivering 
passage. 

Lee moaned uncontrollably, rolling her hips upward to meet the warmth and 
thickness of her uncle's obscenely penetrating finger. Her whole being had 
suddenly come alive with a seething sexual desire as her uncle's wonderful 
hands set her right off into space! She couldn't even imagine a moral sense 
of right or wrong any more. She just couldn't! The teenager felt her uncle's 
finger slipping smoothly now, in and out of her rapidly dilating passage, 
and through half-closed eyes she looked at him. His rugged, worry-lined face 
seemed smoother now with ecstasy as he let his large tongue sweep across the 
wetness of her glistening pink lips, sending wave after wave of new exciting 
sensation rippling over her lustfully exposed flesh. 

"Lovely, lovely," he was murmuring into her mouth. 

"Oh Uncle Joe! OH!" The music from Lee's records had long since 
automatically shut itself off and the only sounds in the young girl's 
bedroom now were the rising love cries that issued from her lips and the 
soft wet sounds coming from between her soft white thighs where her uncle 
fingered the tight virgin pit of her quivering pussy. And then he was 
slithering down the fourteen year old's willingly limp body, rolling 
downward, down, down. 

Lee wanted to cry, emotion was so strong within her. This was real, her 
first , real experience with a man! All the furtive petting of the young 
boys she'd allowed to touch her was nothing compared to this. This was what 
she'd been waiting for, and wanting! She stared down at her uncle wondering 
just what he was going to do next, noting the powerful muscles of his arms 
beneath his thin flannel sport shirt, finding his face suddenly handsome as 
it hovered just above her moist and excited young loins. The fourteen year 
old closed her eyes once more as she felt Uncle Joe's large flat palms 
pressing against the softness of her inner thighs, moving them wide apart as 
her breath bubbled in her chest and she waited with a mounting desire and 
curiosity for what might happen next. 

"Ooooooooooh!" the honey-blonde teenager lurched and groaned as her uncle's 
hot moist lips closed over the hair-covered little mound at the base of her 
trembling white belly. Then she knew the wet taunting kisses that her 
mother's older brother lavished upon the hair-lined slit of her thoroughly 
aroused pussy. Lee had never even imagined such a thing ever happening to 
her, and yet it was definitely happening now. Delightful, tantalizing kisses 
were being placed upon the closed tingling lips of her feverishly responding 
cunt, kisses that the young girl suddenly realized she would willingly sell 
her soul for. And then Joe's tongue gently parted the pubic hair, the golden 
curls of thin delicate hair that he could see so clearly while he delved 
into the tenderness of his fourteen year old niece's pussy. 

Joe, his brain reeling with the effects of too much brandy, was thinking 
that the last time he had done this to a woman it had been Susan, that 
bitch. Gina, his wife, had never wanted him to do it. God, it was good to 
suck cunt, especially to suck this sweet innocent little pussy that his 
niece so willingly offered to his moist lips and tongue! 

As Uncle Joe's lewdly wagging tongue began to flick snake-like into the 
folds of the delicately quivering opening, Lee could feel every muscle in 
her naked body react to the heavenly pleasurable licking of her indecently 
aroused pussy, while uncontainable moans of ecstasy tumbled from her parted 
lips. 

Dear God, dear God, don't stop, don't stop you wonderful man! All my life 
I've waited for this without really knowing it, and now you've come to 
fulfill me with it! Oh please don't stop! Please ... please! I don't care if 
you are my mother's brother. Just don't stop! 

Nothing else mattered. Insane electric-like jolts were setting the fourteen 
year old's body aglow with tingling needle-like prickles of carnal 
enchantment! And then, as if her limbs were being controlled by a remote 
brain, Lee felt her own hands moving down over her stomach and came 
teasingly to rest on either side of her pulsating cuntal lips. She could 
hear her uncle breathing where he lay, saw the top of his dark head, felt 
his hot breath against her wetly tangled pubic hair. Slowly, deliberately, 
like a much older and more experienced woman, the teenager spread the 
fleshy, hair-covered split of her pussy wide open to her uncle's slavering 
mouth, her fingers grazing his cheeks as the older man willingly lowered 
down upon her once more and drew his hot moist tongue up through the 
sensitive pink flesh of her warmly secreting young cunt. 

Again, the fourteen year old virgin gasped and moaned and twitched upon her 
girlhood bed. Below, Joe sensed the movements of her beautiful head, the 
golden hair tossing back and forth as his spearing tongue shot out once 
more, its smooth flicking tip circling his niece's rigidly quivering 
clitoris. 

Oh God, oh God, it feels good! Nothing can ever take the place of this, . . 
of him! I know it! I'll do anything ... anything he tells me! 

"OH! OH! OH!" Lee groaned throatily, the sounds originating deep in her 
chest while the hot probing tip of her uncle's tongue worked its lascivious 
way up and down the delectable length of her narrow cuntal slit, then 
starting at the lower belly and slithering its way down, down, down, until 
Lee thought she would go out of her mind. It was too good ... much too good 
to be real! 

"MMMmmmmmmmm! Suck your little pussy good! Suck it good!" she heard Uncle 
Joe murmuring into the wetness of her passionately aroused cunt, and Lee 
groaned and began to buck her youthful hips up harder on the bed, welcoming 
each of her uncle's thrusts with the full blonde-fringed plane of her 
exposed pussy. Something wonderful was going to happen any minute, something 
so sublime that she had to have it as quickly as possible. 

Hot little cunt! God, wait till I stick my cock up into that little pussy, 
just wait! Joe could hardly contain the throbbing hardness of his raging 
penis, and from time to time, while one hand clung to the softly jiggling 
mound of his niece's naked right buttock, his other went down to ease the 
excitement building there between his legs. 

"Oooooooh! Don't stop, don't stop!" Lee whined, writhing her hips furiously 
now at the long hot tongue spearing without mercy between her trembling 
legs. 

Lee's normally healthy and cheerful-looking features were distorted by a 
lust she had never known before as she felt the overwhelming sensations 
building within her, and her nakedly quivering breasts were throbbing with a 
desire of their own. 

Obscenely the fourteen year old student responded to the older man's lewd 
undertaking, relishing the desire that filled every portion of her helpless 
young body and wanting nothing more than to be ravished by her own uncle 
right there in her bedroom upon her own obscenely bouncing bed. 

Joe could sense the tension building in the little girl's virginal belly, 
and he began to suck and lick wildly with the flat of his tongue, 
alternating the two slippery wet motions until he could feel her upon the 
point of cumming. 

Sweat poured from his forehead as he slaved between his teenaged niece's 
widespread legs, feeling his lustfully bloated cock expanding 
sympathetically as the girl's excitement reached a feverish pitch. 

"UNCLE JOE! UNCLE JOE! OH, I LOVE IT! LOOOOOOOVE IT! OH SUCK ME SUCK ME SUCK 
ME FOREVER AND EVER!" 

The whirling gusts of heat pounding within her belly suddenly accelerated, 
and something far inside her was exploding, releasing all the anguish of 
adolescence, soothing away all the insecurities and fears with the sheer 
magnitude of its pleasure-giving force. She felt the cumming within the 
tingling pit of her wetly gyrating pussy and high up inside the virginal 
vaginal walls of her cunt. It spread throughout her nakedly tormented body 
until she was wriggling and writhing, moaning with the unprecedented 
fulfillment of her youthful loins. 

"Aaaaaaaaaaah! Oh! Oh! AAAAAAAaaaaaaaaah!" 

Joe could feel his own orgasm starting spontaneously even as he tasted the 
bittersweet juices of his niece's orgasm on his working lips and tongue. 

"OOOOOOOOOH CHRIST! OH SHIT, I'M CUMMINGGGGGG!" Joe groaned as the thick 
jets of his sperm shot forth from his lust-hardened cock, spreading within 
the confines of his shorts and pants and smearing wetly against his leg. 
Through the intense pleasure, he felt the acute disappointment of not having 
fucked her, of not having fucked his younger sister's daughter! . 

But with his orgasm another sensation came. Something akin to sobriety 
washed through his befogged brain, and Joe lifted his tingling lips from the 
moist young hair-lined pussy before him, his eyes taking in the blissfully 
exhausted nakedness of his youthful niece as if for the first time. 

Her half-closed blue eyes looked at him lovingly, tenderly. 

"Uncle Joe ... more, more," she whispered softly. But Joe was scrambling 
back, moving away horrified from the white widespread legs that still 
desired his presence between them. 

"No ... no..." he muttered. He was confused, ashamed. He could feel the 
wetness of his ejaculation spreading down his leg. The full meaning of what 
he had just had the audacity to do dawned slowly and hideously upon him. 

"Don't say anything ... forget ... FORGET IT EVER HAPPENED!" he mumbled, 
backing shamefully out of her bedroom and closing the door hurriedly behind 
him. Once in the hall, it seemed as though he were in another world. What 
dream had he been living in? What had he done? Tears building in his eyes, 
he headed for the sanctuary of the guest room. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

"Dr. Hennings, I just asked you a question," Nurse Jenkins looked curiously 
at" the young handsome doctor she had worked with for five years now, ever 
since he had established his new practice on the west side of town. 
Something had been bothering him for the last few days now, and she wondered 
if it could possibly be just the arrival of his brother-in-law to visit, as 
he'd said it was. Mrs. Jenkins couldn't imagine it being all that much of a 
problem since the doctor had told her himself that his wife's brother only 
planned to stay for a couple of weeks. Mrs. Jenkins suspected that it was 
something else, something more personal that he wasn't willing to discuss. 

"What ... oh yes, what was it, Mrs. Jenkins?" Paul looked up from his desk 
with the harassed haunted look in his eyes that had only appeared recently. 
His fair, almost blonde hair was unusually disheveled as he questioned his 
nurse. 

"Do you want me to run blood tests on Mrs. Pierson?" Nurse Jenkins' voice 
was patient as she tried to hide the signs of her annoyance. She was busy, 
with two patients to prepare in the examining room, and every moment 
counted. 

"Yes, yes, the usual, Mrs. Jenkins." Paul watched as his efficient nurse 
left the room. It was one of those days when he felt like chucking it all, 
going home maybe and locking the study door while he read a good book. But, 
of course, he couldn't do anything of the sort. Paul Hennings had a 
flourishing practice as a gynecologist in Wilton, and right at that very 
moment there were ten women outside in the waiting room and two in his 
alternating offices, all depending on him to be there at the appointed time. 
What was more, he had to make his hospital rounds after the office hours, 
and Mrs. Simpson was due to deliver at any moment now. Paul figured it would 
be that night, simply because it was at night he most needed sleep. 

More and more frequently, since that night before his brother-in-law's 
arrival, he'd been having difficulty sleeping, and the dreams were the 
cause. Joe had been in the house three days now, and Paul couldn't help 
holding his arrival directly responsible. 

He'd had a big fight with Mara just before he left the house early that 
morning on his way to the hospital. It had been about her brother's 
drinking. It had become increasingly obvious that the brandy and whiskey 
supplies in the house were rapidly dwindling, and Paul knew that his 
brother-in-law had to be responsible. And as if that wasn't enough, Lee had 
been acting strangely too, and Paul had found out from his wife that she'd 
been coming home late every day from school, always with a different story 
about what she'd been doing. Just the idea of his little girl out with some 
boy made his blood boil. God knew what she was doing! He knew several 
colleagues, doctors too, who had put their teenage daughters on the pill, 
and even though Paul realized that it would eliminate an unwanted pregnancy, 
he knew that it would not solve the real problem. He didn't want his 
daughter to be out screwing some unprincipled teenage hippy. He didn't want 
her to be screwing at all! Not yet, not now ... she was much too young and 
Paul found the thought much too disturbing. As it was, there were enough 
things disturbing him. The dreams which were becoming clearer and clearer in 
their message, and the knowledge that his own deception many years before 
had caused him to be suffering now ... these were things which the 38 year 
old doctor could not deny, no matter how much he tried. 

With a start, Paul realized that his buzzer had been ringing for a few 
seconds. It was a signal from Nurse Jenkins that she was waiting for him. 
Hurriedly, he went to examination room number two to greet his next patient, 
the woman he had seen a few moments before in his office. 

"Well, how's that husband of yours?" he began, starting the light patter 
which was intended to put the prone ladies at their ease while he examined 
them. 

Nurse Jenkins looked sharply at the doctor. She hoped that whatever he was 
going through would soon be over. It made things much too difficult to have 
the normally brisk and efficient doctor going around distracted like this! 

* * * 

Mara looked up from the table as the kitchen door opened and her fourteen 
year old daughter walked in. It was evening and her husband Paul hadn't come 
home yet. He'd called earlier to tell her that he'd just had Mrs. Simpson 
admitted to Wilton General Hospital, and that he'd be home whenever he 
could. Mara knew what that meant, and she'd gone ahead and prepared dinner 
for her Lee and her brother, setting some aside for Paul whenever he might 
come in. It was really somewhat of a relief not to have him home for dinner. 
Her husband had become extremely unpleasant at the table, and Mara was 
embarrassed and upset about it most of the time. She knew that Joe felt that 
it was entirely his fault, and Mara knew that this was in a sense true, but 
she resented the fact that her husband couldn't be decent to her brother 
just for this short time, and especially with the holidays rapidly 
approaching. 

The steaming mashed potatoes were almost cold on the table as Mara spoke 
harshly to her late-arriving daughter. "Where have you been, young lady?" 
she asked, all her frustrations suddenly coming to the fore as she faced the 
blonde teenager. Something about the girl's carefree, almost fresh attitude 
was upsetting to the disturbed young mother, and she could feel herself 
getting angrier and angrier as she listened to Lee's casual reply. 

"Oh ... I was shopping ... Christmas is coming, you know!" Lee took off her 
wraps and after taking them into the living room to toss them on the back of 
a chair, she returned to the table and breathlessly sat down. 

"That's what you said last night, Lee!" Mara said pointedly. She'd been 
avoiding an argument with her daughter because of Joe's presence, but now 
her brother's silent form at the table didn't deter her. She was genuinely 
worried about Lee's attitude and the thought that she might be seeing some 
boy more than she should was becoming increasingly upsetting. 

Lee had piled her plate full of mashed potatoes, peas, and lamb chops. 
Already her full pink lips were opening to receive an enormous forkful of 
some of each. "And that's what I was doing last night, Mom!" Lee replied. 
"Whatsa matter, don't you believe me?" 

Mara was slightly taken aback. Lee seemed actually amused by her anger. "I 
... I didn't say I didn't believe you. I just don't see why you must be late 
every evening!" 

"I won't be anymore, Mom. Promise! Hi, Uncle Joe ... how are you?" 

"Uh ... just fine, just fine. Delicious dinner, Mara!" Joe couldn't meet his 
niece's inquiring eyes. The memory of what had happened between them the 
other night was still dim, and there was a lot of it that he couldn't recall 
at all. But Joe did know that somehow, God only knew how, he had been in 
Lee's room sucking her little cunt like there was no tomorrow! Ever since 
that first night, he'd done his best to avoid the young girl, to pretend 
that it hadn't happened. But Lee had seemed determined to remind him of it 
every chance she got. Much as he didn't want to, Joe was afraid that the 
whole situation at his sister's house had gotten so out of hand that he 
would have to leave shortly. 

"I'm fine too!" Lee replied. "Doesn't the holiday spirit just get to you?" 

"I can't say it's gotten to me yet," Mara said softly, almost to herself. 
She was fed up. Let-had effectively changed the conversation, and Mara would 
again be left wondering what the young girl was up to. She hoped she 
wouldn't have to have another one of those embarrassing conversations about 
sex with her. It was hard to know what to say, especially since Mara herself 
could remember just how she'd felt at the age of fourteen. 

The auburn-haired doctor's wife excused herself from the table and went into 
the kitchen. Maybe Paul was right, maybe she ought to get a maid and 
housekeeper and not have to be bothered with cooking and cleaning. They 
could certainly afford it, but Mara was worried that she would be too bored. 
Unlike some other women who wanted to work or to do creative things, Mara 
didn't feel any such urge within her, and if someone else took over the 
housework she visualized herself sitting around twiddling her thumbs all day 
long. 

As she began to clean up the pots and pans, the harassed housewife felt much 
more comfortable. The kitchen was her room, after all, and she'd left all 
the problems out there in the dining room. She began to go over the things 
she would say to her daughter when she got the chance. 

Something about respect, of course. "Boys respect girls who are not too easy 
... too fast!" What words did one use these days, she wondered. 

And while she was thinking of words to use what could she say to her brother 
about his drinking? 

Running water over the big black pan, Mara thought wryly that she didn't 
much blame her brother for drinking secretly. He'd been through a lot, and 
to tell the truth, she felt very much like having a drink herself at the 
moment. Mara looked in the cabinet where the liquor was kept, and pulled out 
the new bottle of Chwas Regal that she'd bought. She'd tried putting the 
brandy, which seemed to be Joe's favorite, in another place, and by morning 
she would know if her brother's thirst had led him to search it out. If that 
proved to be true, she thought, pouring herself a large glass of the 
expensive Scotch, then she would talk with him. 

The glass felt good in her hand, cool and substantial, and Mara was glad 
that she'd thought of it as she let the smooth liquor, trickle down her 
throat. Immediately it gave her that warm feeling in the pit of her belly 
and a sense of being more sure of herself. Being careful not to let the ice 
tinkle, she drank it down and then after straightening up the kitchen with 
the exception of her daughter's plate, she made herself another drink and 
breezily marched through the dining room. 

"I'm going upstairs, folks," she said, holding her glass down to the side so 
that neither her brother nor her daughter, who were still sitting at the 
table, could see it. "See you later!" 

"See you, Mom ... dinner was great!" Lee smiled and winked across the table 
at her uncle, amused by the fact that he blushed and turned away as usual. 
Then as her mother disappeared upstairs, she leaned across the table and 
whispered hoarsely to her uncle, "You mustn't think it's your fault, Uncle 
Joe! I wanted you to do it! I loved it!" 

* * * 

Paul pulled his Buick into the driveway, turned off the ignition and got 
out. He was exhausted, and thought perhaps he might sleep after all that 
evening without any of the tormenting dreams he'd been having. All the 
lights were out in the house save one in the living room left on for him. 
Paul foraged in the kitchen and ate a cold lamb chop on his way upstairs. It 
was almost I:30 a.m. and he had to be up early in the morning. As he entered 
the darkened bedroom, Paul looked down at his sleeping wife and thought that 
she certainly had all the luck. What an easy life! He undressed slowly and 
finally fell into bed beside his wife's curvaceous sleeping figure. Turning 
his back to her, he fell into a deep sleep almost instantly, and his snores 
were added to the soft sounds of his wife's breathing. 

It was almost 3:30 a.m. by the time the young doctor started to dream. She 
was in it again. Susan smiled and told him she loved him more than anything 
on earth and begged him to go away with her, to leave Mara and the baby to 
be with her! 

In the dream, Paul answered much as he had in real life, "You know I can't 
do that, Susan. I couldn't do a thing like that to Mara." But then his 
dreaming self went on, taking the young blonde woman in his arms. She was no 
relation to him, but she was a kind of extended sister-in-law, being Joe's 
wife's sister. Whatever she was, Paul wanted her, wanted her as he had ever 
since she'd come into his office that day. 

She'd called and called until he'd agreed to see her alone and they'd begun 
the torrid affair that had always remained a secret from his wife and 
everyone else. 

"God, I want you, Susan. God, I love fucking you!" . 

"Then fuck me, lover. Fuck me now!" 

And in the dream Paul was fucking her, feeling that golden-haired cunt 
slipping around his upward worming cock, feeling the small blonde temptress 
beginning to writhe and moan beneath him as she felt his lustfully rising 
cock going higher and higher into the dark tightness of her willingly 
widespread pussy. 

It was then that she began to call him by another name. "Oh Joe ... Joe ... 
I love your cock sooooo much ... I love it!" 

She had never done this in real life, but Paul had found out later that all 
during their affair, she'd been screwing Joe, his wife's brother. Even 
though Susan had claimed Joe had tried to rape her, Paul knew better. He 
knew better because he asked her, confronted her angrily with the whole 
thing, and she'd spat the truth back at him. 

"Sure I was fucking him. And not only him, baby! This little girl-likes cock 
and plenty of it. That and money. You've got both but you've got so many 
scruples about your wife and kid, you can't loosen up enough!" 

In the dream Paul did what he did in real life, only it was different in the 
dream because Mara and teenage Lee were standing right there watching him, 
egging him on, and somehow it only made him angry at all of them. They had 
all tricked him somehow, all the women in his life had made a fool of him. 

"I'll give you cock! I'll give you cock in that ass you like to wave at 
everything in pants!" 

Mara awoke to feel the same insistent prodding of her husband's 
desire-hardened cock against the warm split of her buttocks, and she 
realized that her doctor husband wanted to make love again the way he had 
the other night. She felt willing enough. She wanted to very much, in fact, 
the Scotch having warmed her blood and made her feel a strong desire burning 
within her loins ... the kind of desire that needed something more than the 
usual love-making to satisfy it. She needed the same kind of illicit loving 
that Paul had given her the other night when she'd imagined him to be a 
stranger! 

"Darling," she said softly, turning over toward him. 

"Don't bother to turn over. Just kneel up!" The tone of her husband's voice 
was frightening, but an odd chill went up her spine as the young wife and 
mother hesitantly did as she was told. Behind her, she felt her nightgown 
being lifted so that her full-blown white buttocks were exposed to his 
sight. 

Still half asleep, Paul looked down at the creamy smoothness of the two 
mounds of naked ass-flesh and recalled how it had been with Susan. He felt 
the same old anger surge up inside him. "Spread those legs wider!" he 
commanded. 

Now fully awake, Paul heard his young wife moan and a perverse smile played 
upon his lips. Suddenly, he bent forward and licked the small brown opening 
of her tightly puckered little anus. 

"NNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOO!! ! " Mara cringed at the awful wet feeling back there in 
her unprotected nether crevice. She shuddered at the thought that her 
husband would do such a thing to her. It seemed so crudely obscene that she 
could only protest in the most perfunctory way. It was like being with 
another man ... a stranger ... a man who was bent on humiliating her to the 
greatest extent possible. 

She felt powerless to move from her obscene hands-and-knees position on the 
bed as her angry husband's tongue continued to lick teasingly in the crack 
of her naked buttocks, sending lewd chills of excitement and terror running 
through her. She felt even more ashamed and embarrassed, and somehow more 
naked than she had ever been before. 

"Spread them wider!" Paul cried gruffly, beginning to really enjoy the 
torment he was putting her through. 

"You'll learn to like it," he assured his frightened wife, leaning farther 
into her long, beautiful legs which were spread so far apart that she could 
feel the tendons of her straining thighs pulling hard. Then suddenly Paul's 
wet tongue was gone, and she thought for a moment that it would be all over 
soon. But almost instantly, she felt a quick sharp pain in her rectum. With 
alarm, Mara realized that he had wormed his finger into her tightly clenched 
anus and was pushing and working it and sinking its insistent thickness into 
her tenderly yielding nether flesh. She tried to squirm away from his 
crudely probing finger, but he held her fast with his other hand around her 
hips, beginning to twist his finger in the depths of her rubbery channel, 
sliding it steadily inward despite Mara's continuing protests. 

"NNNNNNnnnnnggghhhhh ... AAAAAHHHHHhhhhhlllll!" she cried out in torment. 
The pain was horrible! But worse ... worse than the pain ... the shame of it 
all! No one had ever touched her back there. She had read of such things, 
but never ... never would she have thought it would be happening to her! 

"PAUL! STOP! YOU'VE GOT TO STOP!! ! " 

"So you want me stop, huh?" he inquired as if speaking to a spoiled child. 
"All right then, I'll stop..." 

Paul finally realized that what he was doing was an extension of his lewd 
dream, but now he also realized that he was going to go through with it. Why 
shouldn't he? For some reason which he couldn't quite make his sleep-fogged 
mind formulate, he was unutterably furious with his red-haired wife. He was 
going to fuck his wife back there. FUCK HER RIGHT IN THE ASS! 

He withdrew his finger, feeling the smooth rubbery folds inside of her 
rectum clinging tenaciously to it, almost as if it were reluctant to be 
freed from the unwanted entry. His huge, swelling penis was aching hard, and 
he wanted to get on with it. He moved forward and pressed his lust-engorged 
cock-head to the tiny opening, feeling the narrow trembling crevice surround 
the front portion of his swollen penis. 

"PPPPAAAAUUUULLLLLLL!! ! " Mara gasped, frozen with fear. He was actually 
going to have intercourse with her that way! But her cries were interrupted 
by his sudden forward motion. The swollen tip of his impatiently straining 
cock pushed hard at his wife's protesting rectum, pushed hard and then 
harder still and in the midst of Mara's shrieks of pain, the tiny tightness 
of her futilely resisting entrance gave way and his lust-bloated cock-head 
sank just inside her puckering anus. 

"AAAAARRRRGGGGHHHHRRRRGGGG!" Mara writhed in helpless agony. The unnatural 
entry brought a searing pain that radiated throughout her brutally ravished 
loins, sending shafts of stabbing torment driving throughout her nakedly 
kneeling body. 

"PAUL! YOU'VE GOT TO STOP! YOU'RE KILLING ME ... YOU'VE GOT TO STOP!! ! 
PAULLLLLL!! ! ! " 

But ignoring her cries once again, Paul pushed his long thick penis another 
few inches up into his wife's severely stretched anal passage. Listening to 
her cries, he told himself that he had to go through with the whole thing 
now, no matter what. He had to feel his excitedly throbbing penis deep up 
inside her soft, clenching ass-cheeks. Already her rectum was contracting 
with hard squeezes, trying to expel his massive rod of blood-engorged male 
flesh, but these frantic efforts on Mara's part were only serving to give 
him a luxuriously tingling sucking sensation all around his swollen 
cock-shaft. He could feel his desire-hardened penis sliding all the way 
forward, high up into the tight canal, unmercifully pushing the tiny ridges 
of rectal flesh before it as it went. A gigantic shudder traversed Mara's 
body and she fell forward on her face. She recalled bitterly the other 
evening when they had made such beautiful love and he had given her so much 
pleasure in a very different position. 

But this time it was different. 

Everything was different. Her whole life had changed and she would never be 
the same again. 

"Oh God, please ... please..." Mara's arms were trembling with the strain of 
supporting her body in this submissive position, and as they collapsed 
beneath her, her head went crashing into the rumpled bedcovers and her 
firmly shaped breasts surged forward to smother her. With her sorely aching 
ass-cheeks still waving high in the air, she lay completely quiet for an 
instant, overcome by the thickly churning piston of flesh that lay still 
imbedded deep in her defenseless belly. He was probably ruining her back 
there. She couldn't imagine ever being normal there again. 

The smooth cushions of her buttocks were being spread even wider by her 
husband's large hands, and she cursed the day that she had married him. 
Through a haze of pain, she wondered if indeed all of this was really 
happening to her. But it definitely was, and her cries were now just muffled 
sobs into the pillow. Feeling that her resistance had decreased, Paul began 
a steady fucking up into his wife's softly trembling back passage. It felt 
too good for him to stop now. He felt no anger against her now, just a need 
to cum deep inside the tightly pulsing sleeve of her rebelling rectum. 

Beneath him, Mara tried to adjust her position so that it would hurt less, 
but each move she made caused the pain to swell violently inside her, and 
she realized that Paul behind her was getting more and more pleasure from 
all her efforts to escape the pain. He increased the strength of his cruel 
strokes into her defenseless anal passage and Mara began to construe each 
brutally delving stroke of her husband's lust-engorged cock as specific 
punishment for her misdeeds. Yes, she certainly deserved this terrible 
experience. As in her childhood fantasies of hell, this could definitely be 
it. Hell was not an afterlife, it was happening right now. 

Her pain-wracked insides began expecting each new savage stroke and her 
desperately jerking ass-cheeks received the buffeting of Paul's thrusting 
loins with a new masochistic pleasure. 

Paul looked down at the incredible sight of his lustfully swollen instrument 
grinding in and out of his wife's virginal nether flesh. It glistened dully 
and was a deep purplish color as it left the desperately straining confines 
of her ravaged rectum. He let his hands roam down underneath her soft belly, 
knowing that she would no longer try to get away from him. His fingers found 
the golden hair-covered mound of her pussy, and with one swift insinuating 
motion, he spread the soft cushions of heated flesh that formed her cuntal 
lips and slid his outstretched middle finger hard up into the already wet 
and slippery inner tissues. 

Arching upward into her wide-stretched rear passage with his lust-bloated 
hardness, the young doctor slid another finger into her vagina and began 
tickling the gentle folds of her moisture-filled softness. He knew now that 
in spite of her total revulsion at the act he was performing, she would not 
be able to resist his playing with the tiny sensation-filled bud of her 
clitoris. 

Unwanted pleasure began seeping throughout Mara's nakedly besieged loins as 
her husband's fingers continued to slide expertly between the hair-fringed 
pillows of her excitedly tingling pussy, wriggling in obscene rhythm in the 
hot moist slit. 

"MMMMMmmmmm ... ooooohhhhhh!" she wailed with a completely different tone 
now. The extent of her arousal was now apparent to her feverishly fucking 
husband, and he felt his long hard penis slithering deeper inside her 
acquiescing rear passage than he had ever thought it would go. 

"SAY YOU LOVE TAKING IT UP THE ASS!" 

Mara, half crazy with the conflicting emotions rife within her, squealed 
weakly. 

A deliberately teasing flick of her husband's thumb at her swollen clitoris 
made her jerk with uncontrollable desire and then his fingers were fucking 
more fiercely into her flowering pussy, rising high and hard up into the 
softly sucking folds. 

"A A A A AHHHHHH!" Pleasure flooded her passion-tortured body from all sides 
and even her savagely ravished rectum began to respond to Paul's churning 
cock in a different way. With a gulp, her lips parted once more. 

"Yessssss ... fuck ... fuck me ... FUCK ME UP THE ASS!! " She had never in 
her life used these obscene words and she was surprised at how satisfying it 
felt to hear herself uttering them. Her whole body undulated and twitched 
lewdly before him as her mouth gaped open and her panting grew heavier and 
faster. She was dancing obscenely back at Paul's madly lunging penis, her 
knees quaking and her heart in her mouth. Her warmly seeping pussy squirmed 
in naked and shameless abandon around her husband's two probing fingers. 

He fucked hard into her nakedly splayed ass-cheeks while toying with her 
desire-drenched pussy, easily bringing her to a point of frenzied delight 
that amazed him. Her tightly clutching anus was suddenly gripping his ramrod 
cock in violent spasms and he knew that she was cumming. 

"YOU BITCH!" he groaned. "ALL THESE YEARS ... I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN YOU WOULD 
HAVE LIKED IT!! ! " Teeth tightly clenched, he ground his lust-swollen 
pistoning cock into her, his fingers impaling her flooding pussy and feeling 
his own lustfully driving hardness pounding into her from behind. 

"OOOOOOHHHHHH OH OH OH OH OH!" he cried out, feeling his own white-hot male 
cum suddenly spurting voluminously far up into his beautiful young wife's 
squirming rectum. 

"SHIT! FUCK YOU BITCH! UP YOUR ASS! 

I'M CUMMING UP YOUR TIGHT BITCH ASS!! ! " His cum was racing up into her 
with tremendous speed as Mara arched her back and flexed her buttocks hard 
against her husband's heavily invading length, tightening and opening her 
climaxing pussy. 

"YYYYYEEEESSSSSSsssss ... " she cried out as she descended into an 
all-enveloping cloud of explosive orgasm. 

"FILL MEEEEEEEEE!" she shrieked, a fine spray of froth foaming from the 
corner of her lips. "ME TOO ... MAKE ME CUM TOO ... MAKE MEEEEEAAAAHHHHHH!" 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

"Lee, baby, stay a little bit longer, just a little bit!" 

"No, Jimmy, I have to get home now ... we've gone too far as it is!" 

"Not far enough!" Jimmy said boldly. He could feel Lee's hot fingers 
caressing his nakedly throbbing cock right there in the front seat of the 
car. The heater was on and they were plenty warm enough considering how 
worked up both the teenagers were. Every evening now they'd been meeting 
like this, and each night Jimmy had been encouraged by his fourteen year old 
girl friend to "go a little farther" with her! The young boy could scarcely 
control his excitement as bit by bit he had gotten to feel more and more of 
Lee's silken naked flesh beneath her clothes. And now tonight she had 
touched him, holding his hot young cock and stroking it while she shivered 
and cooed as he slipped his middle finger high up into the damp unresisting 
pit of her virginally tight cunt. 

Now he flicked his finger just the slightest bit, high up inside her, and 
Lee groaned with desire. "You know you want it just as much as I do!" Jimmy 
said. "Don't you? Admit it!" 

"Yes, yes I do, Jimmy," Lee admitted, "but not yet ... not just yet." 

Lee knew that she wanted to, but she wanted everything to be just right when 
it happened. Everything had to be just perfect. It had to be natural, and 
there wouldn't be any doubt in her mind about that being what she wanted to 
do! Natural the way it had been when her Uncle Joe had sucked her so 
deliciously between the legs. She wanted to give in to her teenage lover 
easily and without discussion. God, it would be beautiful! 

"Okay," Jimmy said with an exasperated cling of his teeth. Reluctantly he 
pulled his probing, worming finger out of the clinging orifice of Lee's 
seeping little pussy. The sweet odor of her arousal hung heavy in the car, 
as with a groan Jimmy felt the fourteen year old doctor's daughter give his 
aching cock a last loving squeeze before letting it go. 

As the young boy drove her home, Lee couldn't help thinking some more about 
Uncle Joe, her mother's brother. She decided that she'd finally given up on 
him. At first, after the incredible experience in her room, the blonde 
teenager had thought that the two of them would have an exciting secret 
relationship. But nothing of the sort had happened, and Lee had gotten a 
little disgusted seeing him drunk at just about any time of the day. School 
was out now for the holidays, and now she had plenty of time to find out 
that Uncle Joe didn't seem at all interested in having anything to do with 
her. It was humiliating to say the least, and Lee had begun to resent the 
older man, and to resent the forbidden pleasure she had known that one time 
with him. 

She would have to find someone else with whom to share her most intimate 
moments, that much was clear. Jimmy was all right, but he lacked a certain 
something that Lee expected to find in the perfect lover. 

Quickly the scenery changed as the two young people drove back into time, 
and within a little while Lee jumped out at the corner of her street and 
waved a cheery good-bye to Jimmy. Jimmy himself did not look nearly so 
cheery, and Lee thought he'd probably look much worse when he realized that 
she wasn't going to be seeing him again. 

Excited by her own decision, and still feeling a pleasant tingling within 
the moistly secreting walls of her panty-clad pussy, Lee marched toward 
home, humming a Christmas carol to herself. She was late again, but so what? 
The way her mother had been moping around recently, she was sure she 
wouldn't say anything. It would be unusual to find her doctor-father home 
yet ... and Uncle Joe would be blind by this time anyway. In a way she was 
freer than she'd ever been. It was a nice feeling. 

The warmth of the house rushed to meet her face as she entered the living 
room. A delicious smell lingered in the air, and Lee realized that her 
mother had probably made fruit cakes that day. Only one more week till 
Christmas! 

In the kitchen she found a note from her mother stating that she'd gone out 
shopping while the stores were open late and that Lee should make herself 
some dinner. Lee peered into the refrigerator and found the remains of a 
frozen Sara Lee Cake and devoured it all in short time. Still licking her 
fingers, she went into the living room and was going up the stairs to her 
room when she heard her uncle's voice. "Hey!" 

Lee turned, her bright flaring pants whirling with her, showing the tight 
curves of her buttocks, the shapely hips and the flat little belly of which 
she was so proud. Puzzled, she looked around for her uncle and finally 
discovered him deeply ensconced in the big living room easy chair, so low 
that he was almost invisible until you looked carefully. 

"Hi, Uncle Joe," she said cheerfully. Bombed out of his skull! she thought, 
looking at the older man with undisguised disgust. "Drinking again?" 

"You got a better idea?" 

"Yeah, why don't you look at TV or read a good book. There's a Bing Crosby 
special on tonight, and there's lots of books in Dad's study." 

Joe glared at the young girl through bloodshot eyes. "If that's so, then why 
are you spreading your legs every night?" he answered, a surly tone in his 
voice as he imagined the fine young girl doing with others what she had 
allowed him to do several nights before. He'd had more to drink than usual, 
getting into the cooking sherry when he'd emptied what was left of the 
Scotch. Joe was particularly disturbed because of the things his sister had 
said to him earlier about his drinking, and he'd told her he'd be leaving in 
the morning. Even though she'd said that all he had to do was cut down on 
his drinking, Joe had told her he was his own man, and he'd drink as much as 
he wanted and he'd leave in the morning. Now, he watched as his fourteen 
year old niece turned away from him and ran up the stairs, upset by his 
words. It occurred to him that what had actually happened the other night in 
his niece's room was that she had come on to him. That it actually hadn't 
been his fault at all! And since he couldn't remember the details clearly, 
that seemed a good explanation to his tormented brain. He ruminated upon 
this one fact for some time, until the hardness of his lustfully throbbing 
cock drove him up the stairs behind his sister's daughter. 

It would serve her right! She's been asking for it! She wanted it! And by 
Christ, he wanted to give it to her and get rid of some of the built-up 
tension inside him! 

He grasped for the handle of her bedroom door, lurching against the door as 
he turned it, deciding to force it open even if it was locked. But it wasn't 
locked, and he entered the room like the proverbial bull entering a china 
shop. 

Lee was standing in the middle of the room, her baby-doll nightie just 
settling over her trim adolescent nakedness. She screamed as she saw her 
drunken uncle approaching her. "Get out of here, Uncle Joe!" Instantly, the 
young girl realized what her uncle had in mind, and she held out her arms as 
if to hold him off. 

"Wait! No, no ... no!" she begged. But his hands were running all over her 
body, everywhere he could touch before her hands were pushing him away. 

"Don't get all upset. You weren't upset the other night. I won't hurt you 
... besides, you've been fucked before!" 

"No, no, please! Stop talking like that! No one has ever done it to me 
before. You can't make me do it, you just can't! I'll tell mom ... I'll tell 
dad!" 

"Tell 'em what you like. I'm leaving anyway, and the way I've been treated 
around here, I don't expect to ever be coming back! Come on ... I'll show 
you what you can do with that boy friend you've been seeing, if you're 
really telling the truth. He'll be grateful to me for showing you all the 
ropes. There's nothing worse than a chick who doesn't know how to fuck 
right!" 

Wild thoughts of getting away and running outside the house to find help 
came to the young girl, but she knew that she could never tell any of the 
neighbors, much less her own mother or father, what was happening ... what 
she herself had probably caused to happen! And then he was drawing her to 
him, disregarding her small hands beating against his chest, his powerful 
arms crushing her to him as his hot mouth came down in search of hers, 
finding it and pressing his lips wetly to hers in a tight grinding kiss. 

Joe's helpless young niece groaned and struggled feebly for a sudden panicky 
moment, feeling her uncle's hand pressed hard in the softness of her breast, 
naked beneath her nightgown. Futilely, she allowed herself to go limp, 
realizing that he would never let her loose if she fought him. 

"There now, that wasn't all that bad, was it?" he blew whiskey fumes into 
the young girl's face as he scrutinized her with bloodshot eyes. "Just let 
yourself go like you did the other night when I was licking your cunt! 
Remember how you wiggled and groaned, moving your pussy up into my face so I 
could tickle your little clit with my tongue?" 

Lee moaned in desperation. She couldn't fight her uncle. He was too strong 
for her, and she knew that any more pleading would be useless. With a 
terrified shiver she tried not to make any effort toward stopping his hand 
that slipped inside the neck of her nightgown, cupping her naked breasts and 
sending surprising licking flames of passion surging over her captive flesh. 

"Let's get naked!" he said suddenly, lewdly, and the words were ugly and 
disgusting to the young girl, bringing realization back to her of the 
magnitude of what was happening to her there in her own room. She thought 
again of breaking away, of running ... running ... running but she doubted 
that her legs would even carry her now. He was standing there, already 
beginning to strip himself of his clothing while she stared helplessly, 
uncertain as to what action would be best to take. This was certainly a far 
cry from the perfect moment she had envisioned only an hour or so before. 
Now here she was with her 36 year old uncle raving drunk, wanting to do 
things to her that she didn't want to do! 

Then he was pushing her back toward the bed, pushing her back upon it while 
he still struggled with his clothing in his drunken state. Weakly, young Lee 
rolled her head back and forth in limp protest, and then when he was naked 
to the waist, he moved toward her again, his arms coming out toward her as 
her hand went flat against his hot muscular chest, the patch of wiry dark 
chest hair tickling her palm and then his mouth was glued to hers once more, 
his tongue sliding between her lips past the barrier of her small white 
teeth. She found herself sucking at it and warring with it by thrusting and 
jabbing with her own small tongue. Unconsciously, she let her hand slide 
down over his chest, her fingertips raking the tiny male nipple, then 
squeezing and rolling it as he had done to her. 

Lee felt her uncle's hand tracing up the soft hot flesh of her inner thighs, 
pushing her nightgown back with it and letting the air caress their 
nakedness. Momentarily, her breath caught in her throat as his fingers slid 
gently inside the tight elastic leg band of her pajama panties, parting the 
sensitive lips of her vagina once more to tenderly slip into its heated 
wetness and find the soft inner folds that enshrined her clitoris. 

It was then that Lee realized that her drunken uncle wasn't going to be 
satisfied with what he had gotten the last time they were alone together. 
Tonight he was going to want more ... much more. She froze for a second, 
finally coming to life to squirm and struggle with renewed strength as she 
tried to rake her fingernails into the flesh of his hairy chest. 

"Goddamn you!" Uncle Joe snarled, lurching backward to get beyond the reach 
of her razor-like claws. "What in hell's wrong with you?" he slurred. 

"Get away from me ... stay away, Uncle Joe! Don't touch me again ... you 
drunken animal!" 

Joe reached out, catching her wrists and holding them fast, throwing his 
weight on top of her and almost crushing her into the bed with his powerful 
body until she could move not a muscle. 

"All right ... ya cock-teasing little bitch! You wanna do it the hard way, 
we'll do it the hard way!" he growled, reaching down between there to hook 
his fingers into the wispy material of the panties of her baby doll pajamas. 
He ripped them away with one powerfully vicious jerk. "I was gonna make it 
nice for ya ... seein' as how it's your first time and all ... but now ... 
now I'm gonna fuck ya like a horny stallion and you're gonna like it!! ! " 

"No, Uncle Joe ... please don't ... I'm sorry I scratched you ... please 
don't!" young Lee pleaded, hot tears of terror streaming down her cheeks as 
he grabbed her roughly, dragging her down onto the bed, shoving her shortie 
night gown up over her waist, the full ripeness of her milk-white thighs, 
the soft blonde pubic hair covering her loins and the flatness of her tight 
little belly now visible to him. Then Lee could sense him fumbling with his 
pants and saw them slide away down his hips, and she caught a glimpse of the 
thick hard penis held menacingly in his hand. Finally, he was forcing his 
way between her legs, spreading her thighs unmercifully as he guided his 
huge blood-swollen member forward, shoving her legs behind the knees roughly 
to raise them high as he used the thick rubbery head of his cock to part the 
fleshy lips of her futilely resisting young cunt. 

The frightened virgin tossed her head wildly, closing her eyes with a 
shudder of horror as she felt the electric contact against the sensitive 
edges of her involuntarily flowing pussy. She held her breath for what 
seemed to be an eternity, petrified in utter subjugation under him. 

"Oooohhh, dear God..." she gasped, as she felt the first hard pressure 
against the tight elastic opening of her unused vagina. 

"Nnnnggg," she gagged in pain as the thick uncircumcised tip slipped 
through, stretching cruelly the tight resilient passage until the skewered 
teenager felt as though her thighs were splitting apart from the almost 
unbearable pressure. 

"NOOooo ... UNCLE JOE, PLEASE ... YOU'RE HURTING ME ... YOU'RE HURTING ME!! 
" Lee's voice rose in desperate plea, but she knew she was helpless to stop 
this painful penetration of her innocent vagina. 

There was no one who could save her now, no one she could scream to for 
help. She jerked her eyes open in terror and saw the evil, sadistic grin on 
her uncle's face above her, his teeth flashing weirdly in the light. He was 
killing her and he was reveling in it! He was relishing the sight of her 
suffering beneath the cruelty of his slow, relentless impalement of her 
helplessly exposed virginal cunt. 

Then the grin twisting his face gave way to a contorted grimace of sheer, 
raw lust, as if he could barely stand it any longer, this debauched sight of 
his niece lying helpless beneath him, innocent and utterly exposed, with the 
head of his lust-engorged cock disappearing into the damp blonde hair of her 
never-before used pussy. 

"Jesus H. Christ! I gotta fuck you good! Comin' to get ya, baby!" 

Joe came down heavily upon his slender niece, his weight crushing her still 
budding young breasts back against her chest. He thrust his hips forward 
with the same motion, sending his long sleek cock sliding into her cunt with 
a roaring fury, pushing the soft moist flesh of her vaginal walls in 
pressured waves before him. There was no stopping him now, and a minute 
later, with a loud groan from deep in his chest, his balls slapped heavily 
into the upturned cheeks of her tightly clenched buttocks. 

"NNNNNNOOOOO!" she wailed beneath her sex-crazed uncle. She had never been 
entered by anything larger than a finger and now ... now she was filled with 
hard throbbing male flesh. Her virginally tight cunt felt as if his plunging 
rod had ripped it into a thousand tiny shreds. He had speared into her 
without mercy or thought of injury, the chunky head of his throbbing penis 
ripping away her hymen as if it were tissue paper, and now his lustfully 
pulsing shaft lay sunk deep in her tender belly, filling every part of her 
insides. It was as if a white-hot pole of living fire had been rammed up 
between her legs and there wasn't one tiny ridge of its flesh that Lee could 
not feel as it pressed tight against the soft sensitive walls of her 
quivering cunt, a thundering weapon enclosed in the moist warm sheath like a 
lance driven deep into a cowering victim. 

Joe lay unmoving for a moment, his face directly above his young teenage 
niece's. She too remained immobile, afraid to stir for fear of the agony it 
would cause. Silence, except for their labored breathing, hung between them 
for a long while, and then Lee felt a painful throb deep inside her. The 
length and width of her uncle's massive hardness jerking up into her another 
fraction of an inch as he flexed it within her helplessly splayed vagina. 

"That's some tight little pussy you got, little girl," he slurred drunkenly. 
"But don't worry ... by the time I'm through with ya, it'll be nice and wide 
so your boy friends won't have any trouble gettin' in!" 

He flexed his penis once more and the blonde teenager groaned, the cords in 
her neck standing out from the pressure of her resistance. 

"Do you like it?" he grinned down at her in brutish delight at the agonized 
expression of her face. 

She didn't answer, only rolled her head in pain. 

"I asked you a question, you little teenage prick-tease." He flexed his 
penis once more. "Beg me for it!" he snarled with contemptuous coldness. 

"I don't understand, Uncle Joe ... what ... what do you want?" 

"Beg me to fuck ya ... come on ... beg me for it ... ya know ya want it!" 
Once more, her drunken uncle throbbed his plundering rod of flesh up deep 
into her untouched young womb. 

"NOOOO! DON'T. . .PLEASE DON'T MAKE ME DO THIS, UNCLE JOE!" Lee fought with 
all her strength and courage to escape the depraved humiliation her uncle 
was trying to inflict upon her. She could not willingly surrender to him ... 
she just couldn't! 

Joe throbbed deeper and deeper, suddenly ripping at the flimsiness of her 
shortie night gown until her naked breasts were exposed to his clawing, 
squeezing hands. 

"Do it!" he commanded. "Beg me for my prick!" 

"ALL RIGHT!" Lee sobbed, her resistance fleeting from her in the face of the 
pain and the helplessness of her position. "Do it to me! Do it to me!" 

"Not like that! Say 'fuck'! I want to hear you say 'FUCK ME'! " 

"FUCK ME ... FUCK ME ... FUCK ME ... FUCK MEEEE!" Lee managed to hiss out 
the obscene words through clenched teeth, tears gushing from her eyes as she 
spat out at her uncle. What did it matter now? Now there was nothing left 
but the huge fleshy instrument buried deep inside her painfully inflamed 
vagina. 

She knew that he sensed the loss of her last remaining ounce of resistance 
and clamping his wet mouth over hers he began a slow rocking motion between 
her thighs. The agony was like tiny explosions of gunpowder inside her cunt, 
searing the soft sensitive flesh as his see-saw motion widened the tight 
narrow passage with each short smooth stroke and she groaned in hopeless 
defeat beneath her mother's desire-crazed brother. 

And then suddenly, the young girl's helplessly trapped body, as though it 
were severed from her resisting brain, commenced an involuntary reaction of 
its own. Lewd flames of desire were coursing unwanted through her veins, and 
she no longer bore the will to fight them. She had lost the battle and now 
she knew that in spite of her repugnance and horror she was about to 
surrender totally to this drunken man forcing his way brutally between her 
widespread legs. The mere thought sent chills running along the base of her 
spine as she felt the slow rhythm of Uncle Joe's cock skewering wetly up 
into her untried vagina. 

And after all, she thought to herself, isn't this what I really wanted all 
this time? 

The fourteen year old's whole body began to twist and writhe beneath him and 
she groaned incessantly up into the wetness of his mouth, shoving her tongue 
with an abrupt abandon deep into his throat. Faint mewls of servile 
acceptance raised from her chest in torrents, her face wrung with passion, 
her mouth toiling, her slender neck straining, her nostrils flaring, a light 
film of perspiration bursting out onto her forehead under her tangled blonde 
hair. 

The teenage girl felt her uncle slip his hands down over the naked curves of 
her hips and slide them beneath the soft, smooth moons of her moving 
buttocks, cupping them harshly with each hand as he began to thrust with 
greater frenzy into her open cunt. Unconsciously, she flexed and relaxed her 
nubile ass-cheeks while he clutched his fingers tightly into the firm white 
flesh. He jerked her up harder to his loins and she pulled her thighs back a 
little more, the moist wet hole of her cunt spreading open to receive his 
cock to greater and greater depths. 

The maddening pain had passed now and Lee's legs on either side of his 
lewdly impaling shaft of flesh were jerking and quivering in an abandon she 
could not control. She closed her eyes, slavering her tongue up into his 
mouth, low hums of velvety pleasure rumbling in her throat. She knew the 
cords in her neck and thighs were standing out hard and tense with the force 
of her youthful passion as she writhed under her 36 year old uncle. There 
was no longer any thought but the delicious sensation of lying beneath this 
man, who was fucking her against her will, and giving back to him what he 
was giving her. 

Joe slaved above his young niece, moving suddenly into longer, smoother 
strokes that drew his cock nearly out of her clasping vagina on the 
backstroke and then plunging forward again into her uplifted buttocks until 
she felt the harsh slap of his balls against the narrow exposed crevice of 
her anus. Momentarily, she felt his middle finger tracing down the tight 
indented skin of her creamy ass-cheeks until he found the small puckered 
hole cradled defenselessly below. Once more, she experienced a shortness of 
breath as he penetrated it with a sudden quick movement, feeling the soft 
rubbery nether flesh yielding to his cruel assault. 

But still he gave no mercy. He worked his finger around inside, stretching 
the rubbery softness wider and wider as he ground his pulsing hardness into 
her aching loins. She felt a second finger making its way up into her 
tortured rectum and the deep guttural noises coming from her chest eased 
into whimpers of pain, slowly subsiding to give way to greater moans of 
pleasure as her anus became accustomed to the strange unnatural invasion. He 
brought his other hand around to where his feverishly thrusting cock was 
sliding with a smooth rush in and out of her clasping pussy-flesh and she 
felt him begin to fondle the soft hair-lined lips of her cunt, milking at 
his rampaging cock and driving her wild with spasms of lust as his fingers 
brushed over her naked clitoris. He continued to play there until softer 
groans of unrestrained ecstasy formed in her throat and escaped her parted 
pink lips. Her widening vagina seemed to gape in greedy desire now, 
swallowing the whole of his cock that he was plunging mercilessly to the 
very core of her acquiescing young body, i 

Suddenly, he quickened his thrust, hot and pulsating and deep and the 
tormenting agony of pleasure caused her to thrash beneath him. She felt him 
rip his fingers from her ravaged anus with a wet hissing sound, their loss 
suddenly disconcerting to her, but then he was pressing his hands under her 
knees, pushing them back hard until they were almost touching her shoulders, 
laying the flat plane of her pussy wide open to the pile-driving pounding of 
his loins as he thrust brutally into her. 

Grunting, groaning, grinding hard and deep, his lust-engorged cock bored 
hard up into the hidden recesses of the young girl's tingling womb. Her 
golden pussy curls were drenched with the moisture of her excitement and her 
loins blazed at her mind, overpowering all thought other than that of the 
undeniable pressure building within her loins. She was vaguely aware of her 
uncle's hands running over her naked flesh like searing tongues of fire and 
the hot friction of his body as he squirmed and swarmed against her. 

The teenager panted and writhed, her uncle's cock a huge, unrelenting 
animal, raging and hurling its way into her, making her tingle from the tips 
of her toes to the top of her pale blonde head. 

"Yyyyeeesss ... like that ... ohhhhhhh like that ... I'mmmm cccuuummmiiinng! 
OH GOD, UNCLE JOE, THANK YOU! I'MMMM CUMMMMIINNGG!" 

And even as Lee jerked and bucked against him, she felt her inebriated 
uncle's desire-hardened cock grow huge once more and begin to pump its hot, 
thick male sperm far up into her softly quivering belly, and the combined 
juices of their passion mingled deep down inside in a wet pool of lewd 
passion the blonde fourteen year old had never dreamed could possibly exist. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

"Oh, please stay until Christmas at least!" Joe awoke in his own bed, groggy 
and hungover, with the tender imploring words of his sister's daughter 
echoing in his mind. Christ, he'd fucked the shit out of her! His aching 
cock throbbed hard at the lewd memory of what had transpired between uncle 
and niece during the night, and he recalled the unexpected emotion that had 
sprung up afterward between them as they lay nestled in each others arms. In 
almost fifteen long years, she was the only person who had given him the 
kind of real human kindness he needed. He felt a surge of gratefulness 
spreading throughout his alcohol-battered system as the first glimmer of 
hope for himself shone into the dim recesses of his brain. 

The 36 year old outcast stretched his naked form lengthwise beneath the 
covers and" looked toward the window of his bedroom. Frost had created 
patterns of feathery enchantment upon his window and he could see the dark 
bare branches of the tall trees outside above the top pane. Snow still clung 
to the tree limbs and Joe had a sudden longing to go outside and walk for a 
while. He had been out of the house only a few times since he'd arrived, but 
now Joe felt a renewal of the love he'd once felt for the area in which he'd 
been born and brought up. He wanted suddenly to take his sister up on the 
offer to go out and see the old house they'd lived in as kids. Perhaps he 
would stay until Christmas! 

* * * 

"Uncle Joe and I are going out for a ride, Lee. Do you need any more 
wrapping paper for your presents?" 

"No thanks, Mom, I have everything I need!" Lee smiled and in a spontaneous 
gesture of warmth went up to both her mother and her uncle and hugged them. 
"I just feel so wonderful!" she cried. "Isn't life beautiful?" 

Mara had to admit that she herself was feeling just a little bit better. 
Nothing had changed between herself and her husband. They were still at 
dagger's point, without Mara quite understanding why. But now that her 
brother hadn't touched a drop of liquor for two whole days, she felt much, 
much better. And today they were even going for a ride and to look at the 
old house, and maybe she'd be able to talk to him the way they used to when 
they were younger. 

"Yes, yes darling," Mara replied. "I guess it is." 

"So long, sweetheart. Take good care of the house!" Joe called as he and his 
sister went out the door. 

"I will, Uncle Joe," Lee's voice went soft and foggy as she spoke to her 
mother's older brother. She couldn't look at him now without feeling the 
delicious thrills running up and down her spine and spreading throughout her 
trim little belly and down to the hungry pit of her newly awakened pussy. 
He'd come to her for the last two nights and each time their love-making had 
become more and more exciting and fulfilling. Lee could hardly contain the 
exhilarated feeling that being a fully sensual woman had given to her. As 
the teenager heard the sound of the car pulling out of the driveway, she did 
a gay dance step across the living room and then collapsed onto the sofa. 
Her short skirt covered just the tops of her slender and youthfully athletic 
thighs, naked because she had not yet put on the colorful tights that she 
loved to wear. On an impulse Lee jumped up and turned on the big console 
record player that her parents had had for ages. She reached down and picked 
out one of her favorite records that just happened to be downstairs and not 
up in her room. In a few moments the lyrical strains of You Make Me So Very 
Happy were being loudly intoned throughout the pleasantly decorated living 
room. 

Lee lay her blonde head back upon the sofa and listened to the song with all 
her might, thinking and remembering things that her uncle had done to her, 
lewd intimate things that she had loved and which had brought new joy to her 
young loins. Alone in the house and knowing that she would be for some time, 
Lee allowed herself a solitary pleasure she'd been indulging in more and 
more during the day when she longed for her uncle's hot, caressing touches. 

As the record, set on repeat, played over and over, Lee lay sprawled on the 
living room couch, her short skirt hiked up, her lithe young legs spread 
wide in the lewd posture of intercourse. Between her trembling white thighs 
the blonde teenager's fingers moved swiftly and certainly. She had to 
assuage the fire that was overwhelming her, coming from her own obscene 
thoughts as she relived each strange, wonderful night she'd spent with her 
uncle. She could recall it all so vividly that it almost seemed as though 
her uncle were with her right then, even though she was very much alone. 

Lee's own hungrily searching fingers slipped into the widespread triangle of 
her golden-haired cunt, separating the soft curl-lined lips and entering the 
moistness inside, recalling how Uncle Joe's fingers felt wriggling up inside 
there, and better still how his big hard cock felt rising high inside her 
trembling pussy. Obscenely, the fourteen year old girl spread her long naked 
legs wider still and slid down a little on the sofa, finding the tightly 
clenched orifice between the silken folds of her pulsating cunt seeming to 
ache with desire. Lee's middle finger slipped easily into the warmly 
yielding softness, and then another finger ... then three, as she leaned her 
head back further with pleasure as her short skirt bunched farther and 
farther up over her slender and shapely hips, moving with the gentle heaving 
of her quivering young loins. 

"MmmmmmMMMMMMmmmmmmm!" Higher and higher Lee pressed her fingers up into the 
trembling split of her nakedly exposed pussy as with tightly closed eyes she 
continued to pursue her solitary pleasure, feeling the bittersweet burning 
sensation up inside her already desire-drenched teenage passageway filling 
her with longing for completion. Now she could remember distinctly that 
first desperately wanted orgasm when Uncle Joe had licked and sucked at her 
naked genitals and mindlessly she sought to recreate it now. It felt 
undeniably wicked to be doing this, almost as wicked, but just as natural, 
as that first time with Uncle Joe. It was shameful to be fingering herself 
the way she was doing now, but it felt so great and it would soon be over 
and she would feel so much better! 

By now Lee couldn't even tell if it was the memories of her exciting uncle 
or her own curiously rotating fingers giving her the most pleasure. The 
thoroughly aroused teenager was beginning a steady rhythmic fucking motion 
up into the warmly accepting walls of her now feverish pussy. 

"Ooooooooh!" she sighed, batting her long fringed eyelashes over her 
lust-glazed blue eyes. "It's good. So GOOOOOOOOOOD!" 

A wonderful bubbling sensation was building hotly in the fourteen year old's 
nakedly exposed belly, mushrooming quickly and sending thrilling shivers of 
excitement coursing through every vein in her lithe young body. Lee moaned 
sensually as she bit down hard on her lower lip, enjoying the violation of 
her own soft slippery cuntal flesh, tight and swollen, and letting the joy 
of her forbidden desire spread freely. Her uncle's exploring fingers had 
aroused her, and his hotly plunging tongue had made her melt, just as his 
burgeoning cock had conquered her totally, bringing a whole new, completely 
different world to the clinging walls of her tiny welcoming pussy. 

With shattering certainty the fourteen year old girl had discovered the 
thrills that her uncle's naked body had to give her, and now, her fresh 
young face flushed crimson with desire, the blonde teenager sobbed as her 
self-induced orgasm swept through her twitching young body, and she felt the 
stunning pounding of her own fingers rising high up within her wetly 
tingling little pussy. 

"Ooooooooh yessssssss!" she cried, flinging her head back against the sofa 
after it had jerked convulsively upward. "UNCLE JOE! UNCLE JOE! UNCLE JOE!" 
she wailed, shamelessly reliving her first wildly arousing sexual 
experiences. A curious elation swelling from her widespread, hair-trimmed 
pussy to the button-hard nipples of her excitedly quivering breasts beneath 
her blouse made her long legs grow taut as wave after wave of crazily 
careening orgasm suddenly washed over her. Lee rode the crest of each wave, 
fearlessly, joyfully. 

"Oh yes ... UNCLE JOE, YES, YES!" she echoed lewdly. 

* * * 

"Have a good afternoon, Dr. Hennings," the nurse at the hospital smiled at 
Paul as he was leaving. Paul was a very popular doctor at Wilton General 
Hospital, and most of the nurses there both liked and respected him. 
Usually, Paul might have been expected to go over to the free clinic next, 
but today he'd arranged for another doctor to take his place, and now, 
feeling free and excited about his decision to take the afternoon off, he 
got into his car and headed toward North Broadway where he hoped to find the 
perfect Christmas tree. Only a few more days until Christmas, and Paul 
wanted to get into the spirit of things. He recognized that he'd been 
exceptionally harsh with his wife Mara, and wanted to atone for his 
behavior. 

"Guilt," he said to himself as he studied various trees a few minutes later 
on North Broadway, "it's nothing but guilt that's been making me act this 
way!" Then he spoke, "I'll take that one." Paul pointed to a perfect Scotch 
pine of medium height and watched as the vendor tied it and helped stick it 
in the trunk of the car. With the tree sticking out from the trunk Paul 
drove thoughtfully homeward. 

Problems always seem accentuated at Christmas time, he reflected. It was 
common knowledge that rather than being happy during the gala season, many 
people were abnormally depressed and disturbed by the almost unnatural 
stress upon gaiety. Memories of past years could not help creeping into 
anyone's consciousness, and Paul tried to comfort himself with this fact and 
to remind himself that he was a responsible doctor, a man who had made a 
mistake some years before and who should not now let that mistake cloud his 
marital happiness. 

He'd go home, set up the tree, and that night everyone would trim it. Paul 
determined to do his best to be friendly to his wife's brother who seemed to 
have been making a genuine effort with his drinking problem for the past few 
days. If he can make an effort, then so can I, he told himself. And it was 
about time too that he pay a little more attention to his daughter, Lee. 
He'd been doing nothing but growling at her recently during the all too 
brief moments when he saw her. She needs a father's guidance, Paul thought, 
reproaching himself for his busy schedule and his preoccupied attitude. 

He struggled with the tree and carried it around to the back door, letting 
himself into the kitchen. What's more, he thought, continuing the same 
cheerful upbeat vein of his thoughts, tonight I'll make love to Mara the way 
she-likes it. He couldn't help, though, feeling the same tremor of 
excitement that he usually did when he thought of how he had brutally 
sodomized his lovely wife the other night. He'd done to her exactly what 
he'd done to that little bitch Susan so long ago. Only, Mara had come to 
like it before it was all over. God, how she'd liked it, although she'd 
never admit it now. But Paul remembered each and every detail of his wife's 
final thrashing climax and remembered how the image of Joe's former 
sister-in-law, Susan, had diminished as he'd fucked demonically into his 
red-haired wife's welcoming back passage. Susan had never appreciated his 
ass-fucking quite the contrary, she had never forgiven him for it but Mara 
had come to enjoy every lewd and abandoned minute of it. 

The pensive doctor deposited his Scotch pine in a corner of the kitchen, 
uncomfortably aware of the fact that his penis was swollen with desire 
caused by his sensual thoughts. From the living room the sound of loud 
heavily orchestrated music reached his ears. He knew that his wife had gone 
out because her car was missing from the garage, so Paul correctly assumed 
that his teenage daughter was at home and listening to her records. In fact, 
as he looked toward the living room he could see Lee's golden-blonde head, 
just the top of it from the back of the sofa. 

She hasn't even heard me, Paul thought, smiling to himself. I'll just go in 
and surprise her. The well-built six-footer walked toward the living room, 
already amused by his own joke, and he was just prepared to place his hands 
around his daughter's eyes in a blindfold position and to say, "BOO!" when 
he saw just what his little girl was doing. 

For Lee, her nakedly quivering loins still tingling from the effects of her 
potent self-induced orgasm, sat lewdly ensconced in the sofa, her long 
shapely legs obscenely spread as she continued to work her fingers back and 
forth inside the fully exposed blonde triangle of her hair-trimmed cunt. 

Her father missed not a detail of the pearlescent inner slit of the young 
girl's pulsating pussy as he stared with disbelief at the totally unexpected 
scene. 

"LEE!" he cried, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING? WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?" 

Completely shaken, Lee jumped up and turned to face her obviously angry 
doctor-father. She knew from the purplish hue of his handsome face that he 
had not only seen that she'd been masturbating upon the living room sofa, 
but that he was apoplectic about it. 

"I ... I..." 

"NEVER MIND THAT! YOUNG LADY, I'VE A GOOD MIND TO GIVE YOU A SPANKING! 
YOU'RE NOT TOO OLD FOR IT, YOU KNOW! THAT'S WHAT YOU NEED, A LITTLE 
DISCIPLINE!" 

Taken aback by her father's threat of corporal punishment, Lee grew suddenly 
bold, angry in her turn. "DONT YOU DARE!" she said, stepping back, "IT'S 
YOUR FAULT FOR SNEAKING AROUND ANYWAY!" 

"WHAT?" Paul was absolutely speechless by his daughter's words, and he stood 
temporarily checked by her startling response. 

"I SAID, IT'S YOUR FAULT!" Lee's features were distorted by anger as she let 
all the usual hostility she felt toward her father pump itself into this one 
awful moment. "THERE'S NOTHING WRONG WITH MASTURBATING ANYWAY! IT'S 
PERFECTLY NORMAL! 

YOU'RE A DOCTOR, DON'T YOU KNOW ANYTHING?" 

"OBVIOUSLY YOU KNOW TOO MUCH!" Paul was rapidly skirting the sofa and 
advancing upon his fiery teenage daughter. "What else do you know? WHAT ELSE 
DO YOU DO THAT'S PERFECTLY NORMAL!! ? ? " 

In spite of her scream of fright and a rapid attempt to escape, Paul easily 
caught his belligerent daughter and grabbed her by the shoulders. Shaking 
the fourteen year old so hard that her blonde head bobbed back and forth, he 
spat out his anger into her face. 

"I'LL BET THERE'RE PLENTY OF OTHER THINGS YOU DO, RIGHT?" he cried. "WELL, 
THERE ARE GOING TO BE SOME CHANGES AROUND HERE!" 

Without a second's hesitation, Paul turned his daughter over his knee and, 
falling back onto a nearby chair, proceeded to give her the hardest spanking 
of her young life. Again and again his hand came down upon the nakedly 
trembling cheeks of her teenage buttocks. Their smooth cream-white form 
flushed crimson beneath the force of his smacking palm, and Lee let her pain 
and anger be heard. 

The more she cried, however, the more carried away her father became with 
his disciplinary task. His own hand hurt, and his eyes, at first unseeing 
because of his rage, finally focused upon the bright red mounds of smooth 
feminine flesh that trembled beneath his hand. Lee squirmed and struggled 
upon his legs, but he pulled her back into place each time it was necessary. 

"YOU BASTARD! YOU DIRTY LOUSE! YOU PERVERTED PIG!" Lee screamed lustily. 

"I'LL TEACH YOU! I'LL SHOW YOU! WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?" the irate doctor 
cried, and still his hand came down until it was numb and could not feel the 
sting of its own striking against Lee's quivering pink-flushed buttocks. 

Bitter tears flowed down Lee's face as she submitted to the humilating 
spanking. Never had she imagined that her father would be doing this to her, 
and the very fact that he was filled her with loathing and an ardent desire 
for revenge. The pain was eased by the thought that somehow, someday, she 
would get even with her father for what he was putting her through. 

It was then that Lee noticed something different. As she lay belly-down, 
submissively positioned across her father's thighs, she could suddenly feel 
something hard there beneath her. Right where her hair-covered cunt quivered 
indignantly with each blow upon her shamefully exposed buttocks! 

With mind-blowing certainty, the young girl realized that her father had a 
raging erection! His big cock was hard as a rock and it was thrusting and 
throbbing excitedly against her nakedness through the material of her 
father's pants while his hand rained blow after angry blow upon her aching 
buttocks. 

It was a startling revelation to the teenager to realize that her own father 
was excited by what he was doing. She had aroused her own father! It seemed 
as if she ought to have known all along that she could, what with Uncle Joe 
and all, but Lee had thought her uncle a special case, their relationship 
unique. Obviously, if she wanted, she might be able to have a similar 
relationship with her father! The idea of making her father lust for her was 
an appealing one, when coupled with the young girl's anger at her 
domineering parent. She would make him suffer, torment him beyond belief! 
She would do to him the kind of things her Uncle Joe had told her that Susan 
had done to him long ago! She had perfect information as to how to go about 
being a real bitch! 

With talented cunning, Lee began to squirm purposefully against the 
lust-hardened penis that she felt throbbing against her nakedly exposed 
cunt. She could feel it growing steadily harder and harder, while a glance 
up at her father's face told her that the friction of her lewd motion was 
having the desired effect. He seemed in a kind of daze, almost unaware of 
what was happening. 

"OH DADDY ... DADDY..." she began to croon, even though he was still 
spanking her, "SPANK ME HARDER, HARDER, HARDER!" 

Paul had slipped into another world, his hand moved automatically, his brain 
stuck on a wavelength that had little to do with the doctor's conscious 
thinking. The excitation of his stiff, blood-engorged cock created wave 
after wave of shuddering pleasure deep within him, and it was all 
reminiscent of that original anger he'd felt when Susan had treated him so 
shabbily, that anger that he had never quite gotten out of his system. The 
words, "harder, harder, harder," had often come from Susan's lips, and it 
almost seemed as though it was Susan herself speaking, even though he knew 
it was his own daughter. 

"YOU WANT IT HARDER? I'LL GIVE IT TO YOU HARDER!" 

Lee squirmed and squirmed, her own nakedly glistening pussy beginning to 
become aroused by what she was doing as she felt her father's cock moving 
with definite lurches up against her vulnerable young loins. Deep in her 
belly the young girl could feel the building rumblings of orgasm, as she 
slammed her nakedly gyrating buttocks back against the frantic palm of her 
father's spanking hand. She groaned and hissed as she wormed her shamelessly 
aroused loins back downward against his up-thrusting hardness. She had never 
imagined her father as a sexual being, but now, it was clear that she was 
driving the older man wild. He was growling almost animalistically, a bit of 
spittle forming at the corner of his lips. 

"Now, now, now!" she urged aloud as her own body began to convulse like one 
huge wave about to crash on the rocky shore ... oh, oh yes, she was cumming, 
cuuummmiiinnnggg ... nowww! And her writhing, tormented orgasm struck the 
spark that completed her father's incestuous spanking, made his turgid penis 
swell into a burning pole of unstoppable cumming. To Paul, it was as if his 
entire body were climaxing, for the orgasm made itself felt even to his 
tingling palm, the one that connected him with his daughter's naked pink 
ass-cheeks. 

"OH CHRIST, CHRIST!" he cried, doubling over with the acute stabbing 
pleasure that spread from his wildly spurting cock to each and every one of 
his tingling nerve endings. His fingers clutched spasmodically upon the soft 
cushiony mounds of his daughter's buttocks and then relaxed as the last 
spiraling throbs of cumming finally abated, leaving a hollowness in its 
place that would soon be filled by the dreaded awareness of what he had 
done. 

"Mmmmmm oooohhhmmm!" Lee cooed, squirming a bit more beneath her father's 
now quiet hand. The sound of his daughter's pleasure met the doctor's ears 
as though he had heard nothing up until now. With terror in his eyes, Paul 
unceremoniously dumped his teenage daughter onto the floor, standing up with 
a sudden motion. 

"Oh no!" he said, as he stood looking down at Lee, "Oh no!" And then Paul 
turned and ran, heading out the kitchen door. Moments later, Lee heard the 
sound of his car backing out of the driveway, and then roaring off down the 
road. 

"OH YES!" she cried, suddenly mirthful. Her laughter rang throughout the 
empty house. "OH YES, DADDY!" 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Mara looked at the calendar: December 24th. Ordinarily, she would be in high 
spirits, looking forward to the evening in front of the beautifully 
decorated Christmas tree with all her family gathered together. And then in 
the morning the opening of the presents and the tension and surprise that 
usually went along with that occasion. 

Now, however, Mara wasn't even sure if she could count on her husband to 
appear for Christmas Eve when the family usually drank eggnog before the 
fire. She hadn't, in fact, seen him for three days, although he had called 
her to let her know that he was all right. Try as she might, Mara couldn't 
persuade him to tell her where he was. Mara knew that another doctor had 
taken over his practice for a few days over the holidays, and that Paul 
would reciprocate during another holiday for his substitute. Therefore, her 
troubled husband was a free agent. 

Once again, Mara went over the brief and disturbing phone conversation she'd 
had with her husband. 

"Things aren't working out, Mara. I've got to have some time alone to think 
it all out." 

"But to think what out, Paul?" she'd asked tearfully. 

He'd avoided the question, replying, "None of this is your fault, Mara. It's 
all my fault, and that's why I've got to work it out by myself." 

"But ... but ... when will I see you? What about Christmas? What about. . . 
? " 

"I'll call you before then," he'd replied mysteriously, and then he'd hung 
up. Mara seemed to feel the deadness of the telephone wire in her very soul. 
What on earth was happening to her life? She didn't understand anything 
anymore. Once life had been simple and easy; now everything was complex and 
incomprehensible. 

It was early morning, but Mara decided that this morning she would have to 
do what she'd done every morning since she'd received that phone call. She 
had to have a drink. Still clad in her robe and nightgown, the disturbed 
housewife descended the stairs. In the kitchen she found the brandy she'd 
hid from her brother, and after making a cup of instant coffee, added a 
generous portion to her cup. 

It tasted so good going down that Mara had another, and another. By that 
time she felt numbed enough to be able to continue the day that ought to 
have been filled with happiness. 

Lee came downstairs first, took one look at her bleary-eyed mother and got 
her coat and boots on and went out the door. Mara was glad. It meant one 
less person to cope with in her distressed state. By the time her brother 
came down to the kitchen, Mara was sitting slumped at the table with her 
head in her hands. 

"Sit down ... have a drink with me!" Mara said impulsively. 

Joe was upset to see his younger sister drunk. "No ... no, I couldn't!" He 
hadn't touched a drop in days now. He didn't want to start up again. 

"Yes ... yes, Joe, you can. Oh, I know I gave you a hard time about your 
drinking. But you know, Joe, now I understand. There are just some times 
when you have to do something. This ... this is just one of those times!" 
Her voice broke and Mara put her head back in her hands, cradling her long 
auburn hair as it fell forward over her forehead. 

"Well, maybe one," Joe said hesitantly. He couldn't let her go on sitting 
there like that, drinking alone. The tall, dark-haired brother helped 
himself to a jigger of brandy and felt it burning its way down to his empty 
stomach. 

As he sat down in the chair next to Mara's at the kitchen table, Joe heard 
his sister begin to speak. Her deep blue eyes brimmed with tears as the 
words tumbled from her lips. 

"Oh Joe ... I need you so much. You're the only person I have now. You know 
that Paul has been gone for days now, and I don't know if he's ever coming 
back. This may be the end of our marriage, the end of everything I've always 
worked toward in my entire life! JOE! You're my brother, and I want you to 
know that there'll always be a place for you, no matter where I am. I don't 
want you to go off and disappear again, no matter what anyone says about 
you. I love you! I need you!" 

Joe tried to speak, but his sister continued breathlessly. "Paul doesn't 
care anything about me. Oh, maybe he did once a long time ago ... but now 
there's nothing. He's changed, I've changed. He's mean ... brutal. Oh Joe, 
he's done things to me that I ... I don't even want to think about it!" 

"What ... what did he do to you, Mara?" Joe took another gulp of brandy. It 
tasted surprisingly good. She's still a beauty, he thought, even when she's 
a mess. He took in his sister's smooth creamy complexion and her delicate 
patrician features. His heart went out to her suddenly and he wanted to 
protect her, to help her. 

A few days before they had grown close again as they looked at the old house 
they had both grown up in. They'd spoken with the current owners, who'd 
allowed them to come in to look around and who had given them coffee and 
fruitcake. It had been a lovely afternoon. And now this. 

"He did something that wasn't normal to me!" Mara blurted out. 

Joe didn't know what to say. He was stunned by his sister's revelation 
without quite knowing what she meant. What his slightly more conservative 
sister might think of as abnormal, he himself might think of as natural. As 
he recalled, his sister, like most people, was open-minded about some things 
and completely closed to others. Already a dim childhood memory was being 
released from the profound depths of his mind, and he was trying to bring it 
to the surface to apply it to this situation. But he didn't immediately get 
the chance. 

Much later it seemed as though it had happened a split second, and neither 
of them knew exactly how, but suddenly Mara was out of her chair and had 
flung her arms around her brother's neck. There in the sunny kitchen 
breakfast nook, bright patches of light on the carpeted floor, the upset 
young housewife clung to her older brother sobbing out her relief and 
anguish ... relief that she could talk to him about the terrible way that 
her husband had taken her in the rectum the other night, for that seemed to 
be the clue to everything that was wrong between them ... anguish that she 
could not tell him all of it, about how she had moaned out in pleasure 
before the terrible act was done! 

Joe tried to calm her, listening to Mara's babbling words, receiving her 
tears on his face and shirt. She sat half on and half off his lap, shivering 
with emotion. 

"OH GOD, JOE, NO ONE HAS EVER DONE ANYTHING LIKE THAT TO ME BEFORE! I CAN 
STILL FEEL IT! IT STILL HURTS BACK THERE ... HE'S JUST CHANGED SO!" 

"Oh..." Joe said, "you mean he...? " 

"Yes ... the ... the other way!" Mara cried, her face red with 
embarrassment. 

"I see," Joe replied, trying to take it all in and trying to ignore the 
exciting scent of his sister's perfume. She was so very close! It seemed as 
though she had been this close once before. When? How long ago? 

With amazing clarity the hidden memory sprang to life. The night in the big 
house ... God, how many years ago ... they'd both been children, mere 
children, and yet her naked ten year old body had lain close to his in the 
middle of the night when they'd played the game. 

"I'm a stranger ... you don't know me, but you love me!" 

The little girl that Mara had been had been glad to play the exciting new 
game with the older brother she adored. At ten she was aware enough of the 
world of couples, especially teenage couples whom she idolized, unable to 
wait until the day when she herself would be one of them, dating, hugging 
and kissing and doing all the things that older girls were able to do. Now, 
with the wonderful secret nighttime game, she could be anyone or any age she 
wanted to be. 

"Yes, yes I love you. I just met you at the drugstore and we went riding in 
your car. " 

His little sister's fervent kisses, long forgotten, pushed to oblivion as 
they both grew older and knew they should never have played the game, came 
back to his mind as the full grown beauty she had become pressed her full 
trembling breasts against his chest. Her dark red hair felt soft and silken 
as it brushed across his face, and Joe consciously tried to force the 
thickness of his rapidly rising penis to abate. Now she was a grown woman 
whose husband had thrown it to her up the ass! Shit! 

Joe reached for the brandy bottle and took a slug from it. His head was 
already whirling from its effects as his younger sister reached over and 
took one too. 

"I ... I don't know what to say, Mara!" he finally blurted out. 

"Oh Joe! Why did it all have to turn out like this!" Mara blubbered, and to 
stop her or was it for some other reason, comfort to her, to himself? Joe 
leaned over and kissed his sister squarely on the lips. Her lips seemed warm 
and welcoming as he pressed his to their softly yielding surface, but Joe 
could see Mara's eyes staring wildly into his, pleading silently with him to 
stop before it was too late. Joe hadn't even thought it out beforehand, and 
yet now he was kissing his own sister as though it had all been prearranged. 

Mara struggled faintly in his arms, making a half-hearted attempt to escape 
the raging fire that was enveloping both of them. Finally, to seal their 
mute excitation, Joe whispered wetly into her ear, his tongue swirling 
heatedly within the confines of the shell-like orifice. 

"Remember ... remember what it used to be like?" 

And Mara did remember. She remembered it all and suddenly understood what 
had been wrong with her ever since she knew that her brother was coming to 
visit. At first Mara stiffened in her brother's arms, and then she slumped 
against him as though something had broken inside her, and the tears came 
back again. 

"Just once..." Joe whispered again, for he wanted to very badly, "just for 
old times sake!" 

He led his sister upstairs by the hand as though she were little again and 
Mara followed, silent and tense, but following nonetheless. 

They entered Joe's room, and Joe saw the unmade bed, still wrinkled from his 
love-making the night before with his sister's own teenage daughter. 

"Do we have time?" he asked, his voice husky from the lust he felt welling 
up in him and swelling his penis into a throbbing desire-hardened erection. 

He was wondering what Mara's golden-haired pussy would feel like now. He had 
only touched it with his fingers as a boy, but now he hoped to do much more 
than that to it. Much more! 

Mara nodded yes. She did not expect that her daughter would come back for 
awhile, and she'd heard nothing from her husband, and even if Lee did return 
to the house she would never look for her mother in Uncle Joe's room. 

Her mind lost in a daze of alcohol fumes, she let her brother peel away her 
robe and her nightgown to discover her soft smooth body naked and fresh 
underneath. The lush milk-whiteness of her roundly swelling breasts, the 
soft curve of her belly, the ripe firm thighs and hips, all succeeded in 
overwhelming the inebriated brother. 

Mara stood swaying slightly before her beloved sibling. It all seemed like a 
dream, but a dream which she devoutly wished to continue. And since it 
wasn't real, there was no harm, was there? 

"Christ, Mara, what a woman you turned into!" Hastily, Joe dropped his 
slacks and wormed out of his shirt and shorts. Driven by uncontrollable 
lust, he didn't want to give either of them time to change their minds. 

"Who'll know, anyway?" he said to her. "It'll be our secret, like before. 
You did like those games, darling, didn't you? You liked touching my cock 
and letting me feel your little cunt. You liked it when we rubbed and rubbed 
against each other and you'd cum up against my cock! And later your little 
belly was wet with my cream!" 

"OH GOD!" Mara gasped, but her brother had already gathered her nakedly 
willing body against his and she could feel his already hardened penis 
pushing against her trembling loins. Her long slender legs felt weak, and 
she was grateful to Joe for taking her over to the bed right away. The room 
smelled of her brother's warm masculine scent, she noted as her head hit the 
pillow and she wanted him desperately, wanted to feel all of Joe's throbbing 
hardness inside her wetly flowering cunt where it would soothe away the 
painful memory of her husband's brutal rape, replace him, make him no longer 
necessary to her! 

She wanted to know her brother as intimately as humanly possible. Mara lay 
on the guest bed and watched as her older brother's strong manly body 
prepared to join her on the bed. Her eyes were attracted to his thick, 
lust-bloated penis. She was getting a good look at it at last, and now she 
knew that she had always resented that whole story of her brother and that 
girl Susan, his wife's sister, had always been able to visualize that little 
tramp writhing insanely under her brother's heavy fucking! Susan ... when it 
should have been her! Soon she too would know how it felt! 

But first she wanted to touch it. They had always fondled one another 
beneath the covers in the dark of the night, and now she felt she could do 
things with Joe that she wouldn't even do with her own husband. Never could 
she reach out boldly and touch Paul this way, she thought, as her hand moved 
along her brother's desire-thickened cock-head. 

Nervously the aroused sister sat up on the bed, her heatedly disturbed 
nakedness shivering slightly in anticipation of what was about to happen 
right there in her brother's room. Joe swayed a little drunkenly by the edge 
of the bed waiting to see just how brazen his grown-up sister would become. 
She was holding onto his aching cock with an iron grip and her glistening 
eyes were glued to where the huge bulbous tip of it was peering out from 
beneath the thick, protective foreskin. 

"So you like your brother's big hard cock?" Joe whispered huskily down to 
his rapturous sister. 

"OH YES! Yes, Joe ... it's wonderful, wonderful!" 

Gently now, with almost mother-like care, Mara began to stroke up and down 
on her brother's blood-hardened penis, pulling down at the thick base until 
the smooth rubbery cock-head popped out at the tip, its smooth coronal rim 
gleaming bright red. 

The enormity of it was too much for the normally prim housewife to bear, 
only a scant inch or two from her parted lips, and the musky masculine odor 
that emanated from the tiny droplets of moisture lying like newly discovered 
pearls at the very tip was almost too much for her to take. Joe's 
passionately breathing sister let her pointed tongue flick hesitantly out 
from between her lips, but Joe was even quicker and as he saw Mara's mouth 
open ever so slightly, pushed forward to that his smoldering cock touched 
the cool wetness of her tongue. He watched as his sister closed her lips, 
letting the pungent taste of his swollen cock permeate her entire being. 

In that instant Mara knew what she was going to do, what she had to do. And 
yet, if her husband as much as ever suggested she do such a thing, she would 
have been shocked. But now here with her brother it seemed only natural that 
she would want to suck him and without hesitating for another second, Mara 
darted her pink tongue forward and let it trace a quick circle of wetness 
around Joe's excitedly pulsating member. 

"Aaaaaahhhh!" Joe sighed as the air he had been holding deep in his lungs 
escaped in a long hissing sound. 

"Yes, go on, go on!" he urged his golden-haired sister. 

"Like that, more, more, like that ... yes ... yes, honey, yes!" 

Now opening her mouth wide and adjusting herself on her brother's bed in the 
guest room of her house, Mara gained a position of better access to Joe's 
upward pointing length, letting him slide into the warm wet cavern of her 
mouth as she hooked her hands around behind his hair-covered legs and pulled 
him closer to her. 

Joe thought the top of his head might explode at any moment. He couldn't 
believe that his visit to his sister's home had turned into such a veritable 
orgy of pleasures ... first his sweet tempting little niece, and now her 
mother, his own sister Mara, submitting slave-like to his desire as his huge 
pistoning penis slowly sunk deeper and deeper into the creaminess of her 
wetly ovaled mouth. 

It was incredible! Mara's excited tongue was wrapping itself around her 
brother's thick-veined shaft, her mouth widening as though to bite, but 
instead shaping the hard edge of her teeth around the girth of his lustfully 
twitching cock in a tantalizing mixture of pain and pleasure. 

Mara almost gagged as she felt her long lost brother's bulbously throbbing 
cock-head pressing lewdly against the soft entrance to her throat, but she 
managed to suppress the feeling, gasping for air around the enormous 
invading thickness that filled her widely stretched mouth. Straining her 
delicate white neck forward, the auburn-haired housewife slavered over her 
brother's penis as if she had been doing it all her life. Then, even more 
brazenly, she suddenly reached between her brother's legs with her hand and 
gently scooped up his dangling testicles and began manipulating the tender 
sperm-laden sac. The electric thrills that shot throughout Joe's nakedly 
tensed body almost made him lose his footing and tumble over on top of his 
madly sucking sister. 

While one of Mara's hands massaged the soft resilient skin of his testicles, 
the other held firmly to the thick round base of his desire-hardened penis, 
stroking and pulling on it with a growing nervous excitement. Now the lovely 
sister's lips were sliding up and down along its full glistening length, 
enclosing it almost to the hilt in her unexplainably expert mouth and 
sliding it out again until only the bloated, mushroom-shaped tip was still 
encased in the moist velvety interior. 

Still standing above her nakedly shivering body, Joe began to groan in a 
steady drawn out sound, unable to contain himself. His painfully pounding 
cock felt as though it had grown several additional inches in the last few 
minutes and every last centimeter of it was throbbing with sensitivity, 
every nerve ending demanding individual and immediate satisfaction! 

"Oooooooh, Mara, suck your brother's cock goood!" he cried. 

And in answer to her brother's lewd words, Mara brushed her tongue willingly 
along the warm sticky surface of his penis, tasting his masculine pungency, 
probing among the thickly tangled curls at the base and coating the softly 
swaying sac of his testicles with her heated saliva. 

This new sensation was overwhelming for the sheltered doctor's wife. She 
loved sucking cock, loved it like nothing she could imagine. Mara continued 
to manipulate her brother, her breath coming in short spasms as she licked 
at the fleshy shaft embedded deep into her wide open mouth. Joe's hips were 
gyrating frantically now and he was offering his lust-hardened cock readily 
to her. The tortured brother could feel his thrusting hardness expanding and 
swelling even more inside his sister's hot moist mouth as its hard rubbery 
head grazed back against the tiny entrance to her throat and the blonde 
housewife gulped greedily around it, almost trying to swallow it whole. Joe 
writhed and moaned rhythmically in time to his sister's insistent sucking as 
she labored over him, her face flushed from exertion and the entire naked 
surface of her back and buttocks visible to his eyes, beaded with 
perspiration. Joe was completely oblivious now to everything but the 
blinding flurries of heat-laden passion which were building up deep inside 
his aching balls. He groaned over and over again as his nakedly gyrating 
loins bucked against his sister's cock-contorted lips which worked furiously 
now to bring him to completion. 

"AAAAAHHGH AHAHAHAH AH 

AHAHAHAHHHH OWWWW! A A AHHHHHHH! SUCK IT SUCK IT! I'MMMMM CUMMMIIINNNNGGGG! 
SUCK SUCK SUCK!" 

Joe wailed out his pleasure as his hips rammed repeatedly up against his 
sister's tightly clinging mouth, battering into her wildly contorted face 
without the slightest mercy. 

"DRINK IT ... SUCK ME DRY! GET READY HERE IT COMES! AAAAHHHHHH!! ! " 

An almost inhuman gurgle of lust issued from between Joe's tightly clenched 
teeth as his molten hot sperm began its headlong dash from the relative 
safety of his testicles and spewed like a hot spring up into his younger 
sister's voraciously sucking mouth. "IT'S FOR YOU, LITTLE SISTER, ALL MY 
CREAM IS FOR YOU!" 

Joe continued his wild alcoholic ranting as he flooded Mara's gluttonously 
accepting mouth with thick jets of hot male sperm which gushed up from his 
wildly spewing cock. He turned his hand roughly in her hair, forcing his 
sister's lips tighter against his naked bucking loins. Below him he could 
see her auburn curls and now Mara's cheeks, hollowing and expanding in an 
effort to try to keep up with his still insanely fucking penis, hungrily 
accepting this proud male offering as it slid hotly down her young gulping 
throat. 

Joe finally and shudderingly moaned out his last, but still Mara continued 
to suck gently on his deflating cock, hoping to extract one more drop of the 
salty, life-giving semen from his quivering penis. 

"Mmmmmm ... " Mara sighed as, after several minutes, she finally let her 
panting brother's limp penis slide slowly from between her moistly hot lips. 
"Was it good Joe ... did I do it well? " she whispered timidly. 

It was the best, Sis," Joe replied huskily. "But now you've got to let me 
return the favor..." His hands were pressing lightly against her soft white 
shoulders and Mara let herself fall back onto the bed, her long lithe legs 
spread wide in obvious offering to her new found lover, the stranger of her 
dreams. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

"Dr. Hennings, speaking!" Paul thought that the hotel must be calling him 
about the lunch he had ordered a little while earlier to be brought up to 
his room around I:30. The distraught doctor hoped that he would have worked 
up an appetite by then, not having eaten anything much for the past days 
he'd been holed up in the Happy Day Inn at the edge of town. 

Therefore Paul was startled to hear his young daughter's lilting voice on 
the other end of the line. 

"Hi, Daddy! I finally found you! I've called every hotel and motel in a 
fifty mile radius, but I knew I'd find you eventually!" 

Paul could feel himself growing beet-red as he listened to his fourteen year 
old daughter. The lewd memory of what had happened between them had been 
haunting both his waking and sleeping hours, and now here she was. She'd 
found him. He was trapped with the awful reality of his lustful reaction to 
the spanking he'd given her!" 

"What the hell do you want, Lee?" he asked gruffly. 

In the phone booth on Broadway, Lee smiled to herself as she made her young 
voice suitably anguish stricken. "I ... I'VE GOT A PROBLEM, DADDY!" she said 
enigmatically. 

"A PROBLEM? WHAT KIND OF PROBLEM?" Paul asked, thinking that they would all 
be spending time in some psychiatrist's office before long. 

"It's ... it's well, you know, I mean, you're a gynecologist and all, and I 
thought you could help me. I didn't want to go to anyone else!" 

"WHAT THE HELL?" 

Lee was silent on the other end, letting this information seep into her 
father's mind. 

"I'll meet you at my office in ten minutes!" Paul said, flinging down the 
phone. As he dressed hastily in the small hotel room, all sorts of thoughts 
went through his mind. Christ, he hadn't touched her ... or had he? What 
kind of problem was she talking about? If it was something venereal, he 
certainly didn't want any other doctor in town knowing about it. Her and her 
sneaky dates ... if she'd been screwing around ... God only knew what she 
might have caught. He'd better examine her himself. She might even be ... 
pregnant! In a few moments his car left the crowded parking lot of the Happy 
Day Inn, and the doctor headed toward town. 

* * * 

Paul was a nervous wreck as he admitted his daughter to his empty office. 
Wordlessly he ushered the fourteen year old into his private office, and 
then told her to go inside and undress and put on one of the smocks hanging 
in the examination room. It was dark when he joined the teenage girl there, 
having donned his white coat and suitably prepared for a routine 
examination. It was also cold since the heat had not been turned on. But Dr. 
Hennings was covered with nervous perspiration. 

"Aren't you coming home for Christmas Eve, Daddy?" Lee asked. 

"Never mind that ... let's see about this problem and get it over with!" 

"It's all your fault, Daddy," Lee said sweetly, observing with pleasure the 
reaction that her father had to these words. 

She hopped up onto the examining table, and with disconcerting ease spread 
her naked legs wide, placing her feet in the stirrups. 

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY THAT?" Paul growled. 

"Ooooooooh, this is fun!" Lee squealed. Her slender teenage legs were spread 
wide and the golden triangle of her openly exposed pussy was clearly visible 
to her doctor father. "I mean, if you hadn't shown me what fun sex could be, 
I never would have experimented further!" 

A vein throbbed at Paul's temple as he gazed between his daughter's 
wide-held legs and listened to her words. Could he deny what she was saying? 
Was it true that he and he alone was responsible for the debauchery of his 
own daughter? 

A cog seemed to slip somewhere in his mind, as forgetting to don his rubber 
glove he slipped his index finger up into the moistly glistening 
hair-trimmed orifice that his daughter presented to him. 

"Ooooooh, Daddddddy ... " the fourteen year old squealed. 

The girl was obviously no longer a virgin, Paul realized with a strange 
combination of reactions, some parental and some unexplainble. He was 
composed of an almost overwhelming guilt that was nonetheless tempered by 
the girl's obvious excitement at his touch. Only a couple of times had he 
had his women patients respond in this manner to his professional touch, and 
that had been before the presence of his nurse in the examination room. 

"Oooooh, Dadddddy ... it feels soooo gooood!" Lee continued, squirming her 
youthful hips down on the examining table so that her father's fingers would 
reach higher into the moistly secreting pliancy of her naked pussy. 

As Lee saw the beads of perspiration on her father's face, she knew that she 
had succeeded in her task of arousing him, a part of her plan for getting 
even with him for his rude treatment of her the other day. Taking full 
advantage of the fact that his forefinger was still embedded deep inside 
her, the young girl began to squirm and twist and croon. 

"Oh ... Daddy ... do me ... do me ... please, please! I've thought of 
nothing else since you spanked me the other day and made me cum on your lap! 
Oh Daddy ... that's the only problem I have down there!" 

"Lee ... I ... I ... how can you ever forgive me?" Paul stammered, confused 
by his own actions. Why hadn't he removed his finger from his daughter's 
nakedly twisting cunt? Why was he standing there like an idiot, feeling the 
hardness of his penis throbbing in his pants, so that he could almost think 
of nothing else? How could his little girl dare to do such a thing? Who did 
she remind him of? Who was it? 

"Oh Daddy ... mmmmmmm ... keep it up ... keep it up ... is your cock hard, 
Daddy? Don't you want me, Daddy?" 

It was Susan! Paul finally realized that his excited young daughter, whose 
tight little cunt he was now beginning to manipulate with obscene twisting 
and flicking motions of his finger, reminded him of that bitch Susan. Yes, 
she'd egged him on like that, always trying to get him to do something to 
her someplace where there was a good chance they might get caught. 

"Ahahahah ... like that, Daddy!" Lee was surprised herself by her father's 
exciting touch. 

It had been a game with her, but now she found herself becoming actually 
excited by the whole thing. Being there in his office on the funny black 
table, seeing her father's face reflect his obvious arousal, made Lee begin 
to feel as though everything was coming apart. The little girl felt light 
and airy and totally receptive as wild little shivers took hold of her at 
each of her father's intimate caresses. The scheming fourteen year old could 
feel a burning heat in her young naked loins and an urgent desire for her 
Daddy to continue touching her. Her tight little nipples nakedly trembling 
beneath the smock she wore felt sensitive and red as she hissed up at her 
father, "Yesssss!" 

"Lee ... Lee ... what are you saying?" her father stammered. 

"OH YES, DADDY ... WE HAVE TO, DON'T YOU SEE? WE HAVE TO!" 

Paul's hand fumbled upward into the dark wet interior of his daughter's 
excitedly pulsating cunt. He could hardly breath correctly and at times the 
doctor found he was holding his breath and at other times panting lewdly. 

Unbelievably, Paul felt a totally unexpected touch. She was fumbling at his 
fly within the folds of his white coat, leaning up to stretch one hand down 
between her legs to reach him, searching for the zipper. Without stopping 
her, Paul felt that he was utterly lost, completely at his nubile young 
daughter's mercy and at the mercy of his own lust. With accumulating desire, 
he felt her pull the zipper all the way down and reach inside to fondle his 
raging hot penis. Lee's soft voice reverberated in the small examination 
room. 

"Oh darling, darling Daddy ... I love you so much..." 

The sound of his daughter's voice, startling as it was, had an enormously 
stimulating effect upon the over-excited doctor. This is wrong, VERY WRONG! 
And just as this thought flashed across his mind, a vision of Susan's face 
was superimposed over his daughter's and afterward, a vision of his wife. 

"NO, NO!" he said suddenly, pulling his worming wet finger away from the 
clinging interior of his fourteen year old daughter's open cunt. 

Jumping back, Paul effectively freed his daughter's fingers from the 
pulsating shaft of his cock. "STOP THIS! STOP THIS 

IMMEDIATELY!" he said, as much to himself as to Lee. Rapidly he readjusted 
his pants, slipping his still rigidly hard penis back to safety. 

Nervously he grabbed little Lee up, covering the tempting nakedness of her 
youthful loins and sending her off into the dressing room. "GET DRESSED 
RIGHT AWAY!" he commanded, his face flushed with emotion. "WE'RE GOING 
HOME!" 

* * * 

Lee climbed the stairs dejectedly, feeling that she had utterly failed in 
her attempt to seduce her father not only that, but she had managed to trick 
herself! Now the young teenager genuinely wanted to know her father's 
loving, to have him reciprocate the desire she had come to feel for a man 
she had not really known all that well over the years. 

Her father was still downstairs when Lee got to the top of the stairs, and 
the fourteen year old decided on an impulse to see if her uncle was in his 
room. Seeing Uncle Joe would help ease her depression, and maybe they'd have 
time for a "quickie". Lee felt she could use that, especially now that she'd 
felt her father's desire-arousing finger in the wet pit of her 
blonde-fringed pussy! 

She quietly opened the door of her uncle's room and looked inside, 
unprepared for the lewd scene that met her widening eyes. There writhing 
nakedly in each other's arms upon the rumpled bed lay her mother and her 
Uncle Joe! 

Spontaneously, it seemed, Mara's naked body began to twitch and buck of its 
own volition beneath her brother's impaling form, and she heard small 
mewling sounds escaping her own lips, an incessant sound that hummed up into 
the moistness of his mouth as suddenly he kissed her and once again she was 
thrusting her tongue into the sucking warm cavern of her brother's mouth. 
Unconsciously, she drew back her long milk-white legs slightly, her roundly 
working buttocks moving against the sheets beneath them and her lustfully 
awakened cunt contracting as the lewd and lascivious inner sensations 
increased with her brother's every stroke. 

Joe felt her urgent answering throbs around the length of his buried cock. 
His sister's smooth clasping cuntal flesh had begun a seizured opening and 
closing around the, thickly pulsating shaft of penile flesh. Mara's mewling 
and purring sounds were suddenly filling the guest room and her 
auburn-curled head lolled from side to side on the pillow while her hips had 
begun an urgent rotation beneath his cock sunk so deep into his sister's 
soft white belly. Joe clenched his teeth as he felt his baby sister's 
tightly enclosing pussy screwing itself up closer against his own 
wiry-haired loins. Shit! This is what they'd wanted to do all along when 
they were kids and neither of them had known how! 

Unaware that her horrified daughter was watching this obscenely incestuous 
performance, Mara no longer tried to understand the new wave of sensual 
entrancement saturating her naked flesh. She was only aware that all mental 
pain and anguish had left her, had given way to a maddening electric tingle 
that began deep within her love-hungry womb and spread relentlessly over the 
raw nerve endings of her silken body. Mara was a mass of exquisite moisture 
between her wide-held thighs, undulating and rotating her hips around her 
brother's lewdly impaling cock, feeling her pussy dilating and sucking in 
tempo to his rhythmic throbbing. 

"GOD SIS, YOU'RE SOMETHING ELSE!" he cried, suddenly making himself 
immobile, resting still above her with hands placed on either side of his 
beautiful red-haired sister's shoulders, and he was letting her quivering 
body pump obscenely up and down at will on the rigid column of hot moist 
flesh that had fused them together. 

Neither one of them knew when young Lee turned from the lasciviousness of 
their love-making and ran back down the stairs. They were too absorbed in 
each other. And by the time Lee returned with her father fast in tow, the 
incestuous brother and sister still lay deeply entwined, overwhelmed by the 
power of their bodies, created by the same mother and father, to satisfy 
desires each had had for almost a lifetime! 

"Shhhh!" said Lee outside her uncle's door. She was talking to her father, 
who had no idea what to expect next from his precocious daughter. But when 
Paul looked into the room and saw the same scene that Lee had seen, he 
almost fainted. 

"Oh hush, Daddy..." Lee cautioned, "don't let them hear us. Let's watch!" 

Her hand was on the now dormant bulge of his cock, smoothing and fondling 
through his pants, feeling it grow immediately stiff in her hands although 
her father's entire body was trembling. 

"Calm down, Daddy," she whispered, reaching into the unzipped opening of his 
fly and withdrawing the meaty flesh of her father's penis. We did piggies 
... why can't they?" 

Paul saw his wife, the mother of his only child, laboring in utter abandon, 
her sweat-filmed face contorted in a half-smile of sheer ecstasy as she 
muttered whimpers of uncontrolled delight beneath her brother. She was all 
gone, completely lost as her quivering white body increased its hungry 
gyrations while her husband and daughter watched unseen from the doorway. 

"Oh God, Mara!" Paul said under his breath. "Oh, my God, what's going to 
happen to us all?" 

"Something good, Daddy ... something good!" For little Lee was wriggling out 
of her slacks, letting them drop to the floor at her feet as she stepped out 
of them, her trim little legs naked as well as her desire-filled cunt. 

Easily, the blonde teenager bent over in front of her father, and taking 
advantage of the older man's state of shock, she positioned her tender young 
cunt so that his unconsciously aroused cock could penetrate its pliant 
wetness. Reaching back behind her, the wanton fourteen year old grabbed hold 
of the heated rod of flesh that her father's penis had become, and with a 
tiny little wiggle, placed it at the opening to her hair-fringed young 
pussy. 

"Push ... push, Daddy!" she whispered. "Hurry!" 

"Mara ... Mara..." Paul chanted his wife's name softly, disbelief evident in 
his voice. And yet the horror of the moment was so great that it transcended 
the more obvious reactions, and Paul found himself succumbing to the 
overpowering dictates of his own growing lust. He thrust forward and 
gradually the large spear head of his raging cock slipped within the tight 
open-flowering lips of his daughter's willingly presented pussy. He grit his 
teeth as the absolute agony of pleasure inundated his tightly ensconced 
penis. The doctor's fingers grappled for the young girl's soft breasts 
before him as with a grunt he let his rising cock arch all the way up within 
the taut snugness of his little girl's pussy. 

"Nnnnnggg! Daddy! Oh thanks, Daddy, thanks!" 

Both father and daughter, magically bound by the penetrating heaviness of a 
hard pulsating cock embedded deep within a snugly clinging cunt, stared 
transfixed at the sight of the ardently involved brother and sister on the 
bed. 

"God, Mother," Lee gasped, "I didn't know you had it in you!" 

The sight of her mother enjoying the same big cock that had so effectively 
taken her virginity only a week or so before, made the youngster grow more 
and more aroused as her father's urgently skewering penis lunged into the 
wetness of her secret self. 

On the bed only a few feet away, Joe could tell that his sister was well on 
her way to climax. He could feel the urgency of her naked thrusts against 
him more pronounced and his fingertips found their way to her lust-bared 
teeth that chewed at her swollen lower lip as Mara strained uncontrollably 
toward orgasm. The wildly excited brother could feel his sister's moist 
secretions beginning to flow and heard the wet, sluicing noises of the in 
and out sawing motions as she skewered her hungry vaginal passage greedily 
up his cock, drawing it deep inside her. Her smooth sweat-covered back 
raised high off the bed to arch her clenching pussy tight up against his 
writhing loins. 

It was then that both father and daughter saw their familial houseguest 
reach back and grasp Mara's ankles, levering them brutally up over her 
shoulders, causing the excited young mother and wife to cry out in pain as 
he forced her into a contorted ball of helpless female flesh beneath him. 
Joe held her there securely, making the widespread hair-lined slit between 
the creamy surfaces of her quivering thighs completely open and vulnerable 
to his lust-filled cock. 

Half mad now with desire, father and daughter continued their wild fucking, 
groaning and moaning against each other, Lee pushing her naked buttocks back 
toward her father as he fucked animal-like into her, holding on to her 
tender breasts from behind. They saw Joe pull his deeply buried shaft from 
Mara's desire-drenched pussy until only its tip penetrated her 
passion-flushed cuntal lips ... God, they could see all of her! Then, he 
plunged forward with every ounce of strength in him, ramming the full aching 
length of his rampant cock cruelly into his sister's helpless vagina. 

"Uuuuuughghgh!" Mara groaned as the lust-driven length raced into her 
contracting cuntal passage and she both heard and felt the wet smack of her 
brother's loins against her unprotected little anus. Joe's body dropped down 
heavily upon her, crushing her full taut breasts in between her knees and 
her chest. Now his thickly churning cock rampaged into his sister's 
receptive cunt like a jackhammer, pushing the unresisting folds of moist 
warm flesh again and again in rippling waves before its smooth rubbery head. 

"OOOOOOH DADDDY!" At the doorway, unmindful of being seen or heard, the 
lustfully engaged father and daughter began a frantic jiggling back and 
forth against each other. Imperceptibly, Lee was moving toward the bed where 
her mother and her uncle lay totally mesmerized by each other. 

The sound of his fourteen year old niece's love cries echoed in Joe's head, 
and vaguely he was aware that someone else was in the room with them. But 
now, it was too late for him to care, too late for him to do anything about 
it. This single act of fucking was the most important in his life, the one 
thing that was ringing really true to his soul. His sister the only person 
around who had known him as vulnerable child, who had shared his hopes and 
dreams with him his sister loved him, and he loved her too! That was all 
there was to it, all that there was at all. Gasping for breath, Joe began 
making hard strokes into Mara's seething vaginal channel, and the quivering 
walls clasped desperately around his fleshy member, slithering up moistly to 
devour its length to the hilt. Joe's sperm-bloated balls slapped into the 
dampness between his sister's buttocks with a vengeance as the shuddering 
housewife groaned loudly in relief at the complete filling of her 
wide-stretched passage. Her brother began a more powerful deep thrusting 
into her grinding seething pussy as her auburn head rolled wildly from side 
to side, her mouth gasping in abandoned ecstasy at the unbelievable delight 
lifting her into the very heavens above! 

Then her eyes were meeting other eyes. 

Someone was right there watching her, seeing this incredible moment. It was 
Paul ... her husband ... and ... and it was Lee, her daughter! But by God, 
she couldn't stop now. No, Mara was proud of what she was achieving, and 
somewhere deep within her she sensed that they were too. That it had to be 
obvious that this was something special, something so special that all their 
lives would be dramatically changed for the better because of it. 

Suddenly Mara realized that this was it! This was it! Her brother's cock, 
ever-expanding, worming its lewd way up into her naked belly, driving like a 
well-oiled piston, was making the cores in her neck tighten in an 
unmistakable sigh of exploding pleasure. She was ... oh yes, she was going 
to do it for her brother ... she was going to cum! And the delirious 
housewife and mother could think of nothing but the enormous sweet, 
forbidden build-up inside her! Oh, she wanted it, how she wanted it! 

"Ohhhhh GOD ... OH GOD ... OH JOE, JOE MY DARLING BROTHER ... OH PAUL ... 
LEEEEEEE ... OH MAMMA'S GONNA CUMMMMMMM MAMMA'S GONNA CUMMMMMMMM! FUCK ... 
FUCK ME HARD ... HARD ... I want all of you to fuck me ... fuuuuuuccckk 
meeeeee!" 

As her mother pleaded in a voice shrill with passion, Lee maneuvered her 
father onto the bed beside them so that naked and glistening flesh touched 
their partially clothed bodies. The frantic writhing set off a series of 
explosive orgasms deep within Lee's little belly as she lay upon her uncle's 
bed, her father lying upon her back, his fierce cock pounding unmercifully 
up into the depths of her spread cuntal lips from behind while his hands 
were already reaching for the tender flesh of his climaxing wife where she 
lay beneath her older brother, directly beside him. 

"Oh Mara ... Christ, Mara ... if I could make you cum like this..." he said 
to his wife as beside him her hands clawed out to pull her brother's nakedly 
thrusting buttocks deeper and deeper between her widespread legs in a near 
demented frenzy of excitement. The overwhelming fever of lust within her 
hair-trimmed pussy opened into a myriad of rainbow colors as a warm flood of 
honey-like secretions bathed her brother's insanely plunging cock. 

In the midst of her thrashing the young mother could see and feel her 
husband and her daughter now, for Paul's fingers were playing with the 
wide-splayed lips of her pussy there where her brother's cock entered and 
withdrew with such mind-shattering perfection, and his thumb flicked upward 
toward her clitoris as his fingers were smashed by their "writhing and 
wriggling bodies. Yet Paul continued, not minding the tormented position of 
his arm and hand. His wife's flaring cunt felt so good! 

And Lee's fingers found the full firmness of her mother's left breast, and 
teasingly, lovingly the young girl began to play with the thickened 
stiffness of the berry-like nipple. 

Joe rammed harder, faster, grunting loudly as he burrowed deep, deep, into 
the hot liquid depths of his younger sister's seething pussy. 

"Oooooh, oh, oh, oh DARLINGS!" Mara chanted, twisting and writhing 
delightedly, spurring them all on as her brain swam in a kaleidoscope of 
ecstasy as she continued to grunt out her climax until she felt her brother 
jerk and tense above her. 

"OOOOOOHHHH WHAT A FAMILY ... I'VE GOT A FAMILY AGAIN!" 

Joe cried just as white hot jets of his semen shot deep into the sanctuary 
of his sister's receptive womb. The hot powerful squirts of his sperm 
splattered wildly into the orgasm-tensed housewife, filled her almost to the 
bursting point with its wetness until the viscous moisture began overflowing 
back down between her legs to the bed below. And all the while, Mara's 
spasming vagina clasped and unclasped desperately, milking at his jerking 
organ like a sucking, starving mouth. 

For a moment there was nothing in the room but the frenzied sound of the 
couple beside them. Little Lee and her father reached a momentous climax 
moments after the exhausted brother and sister, and as Mara and Joe listened 
and felt two sets of hands exploring their nakedly exposed bodies in the 
clenching and twisting of their final moment, each finally realized exactly 
what Paul and his daughter were doing there beside them. 

"They're fucking! Christ, Mara, they're fucking!" 

"OOOOHHHH DADDDDDDDY! GIVE ME YOUR DADDY COCK! GIVE IT TO MEEEE!" Mara 
smiled to herself. She knew now that everything would be all right. Paul was 
back, and she and her daughter would make sure that he stayed. Her brother 
was back, and they would all make sure that he stayed. Life was worth living 
again! 

"Yes..." she said lazily, "they certainly are fucking, aren't they?" 

* * * 

Much later, Mara knew the most sublime excitement of her life. It was after 
the Christmas Eve dinner while they were all sitting around in the living 
room staring into the fire and receiving its warm glow upon their naked 
bodies. Lee was the one who started it and gave the two men the idea. 

"Let's get Momma!" she said after they'd had their fill of egg nog. 

And before Mara knew it she was lying on her back on the fur throw rug, and 
the strange sensations of tingling joy were seeping again and again through 
her willingly defenseless body. The outrageous debasement and subjugation 
which her daughter, husband and brother lustfully imposed upon the 
auburn-haired beauty aroused odd delights to surge through her quickening 
bloodstream. Her strong hips commenced an unanticipated gyrating motion in 
abandoned harmony with the increasing speed of the cocks and finger-fucking 
into her. Hands seemed to come from everywhere to grope at her nakedly 
quivering flesh while the lustful faces of her family peered hungrily upon 
her. 

"Ooooo yes, yes, fuck me this way," she heard herself moaning piteously. "OH 
GOD YES!" she mewled, writhing her body sensually amidst the clutching hands 
and fingers crawling over her vibrant cream-white flesh. She gazed about her 
in blurred ecstasy. Her husband's cock, her brother's cock, her daughter's 
sweet-tasting pussy, fucking her, grinding against her, her ravaged rectum 
filled, her tightly convulsing cunt filled, her mouth attached to the 
hair-fringed blonde curls surrounding her fourteen year old daughter's 
pussy. 

"Ooooohhh, don't stop ... ohhhhh, don't stop, don't ever stop!" the 
lasciviously whimpering wife and mother cried. 

And they never did. 


THE END
