The Family Reunion Book II
by Lydia Grey
(RX-427)


FOREWORD 

This is the second part of a trilogy entitled FAMILY REUNION in which a 
normal family reunion turns into a sexual circus of incestuous 
relationships. 

In the first book we saw it all begin with thirty-six-year-old John Lawson 
seducing his thirteen-year-old niece, Brenda Lee. With this as the catalyst, 
the Lawson family reunion suddenly became a means for each character to live 
out his or her sexual fantasies. 

Incest, which is the underlying theme in this trilogy chronicling one 
particular area of contemporary human sexual behavior, seemingly gained 
popularity and incidence in our modern society. Using sexual behavior 
surveys from Kinsey through Masters-Johnson, we are led to the conclusion 
that the actual incidence of incest in our society is increasing. There is, 
Ifowever, a valid argument that incidence may have remained relatively 
constant while confession has increased. 

In the FAMILY REUNION trilogy the author raises this point, particularly in 
this segment in which several of the characters are asking if their current 
behavior isn't simply a living-out of life-long fantasies. 

FAMILY REUNION is a carefully constructed view of incest, incorporating the 
major motivational factors and circumstances that lead to incestuous 
behavior. Here we see the established syndromes of proximity, intimate 
knowledge, chance voyeurism and youthful experimentation that Dr. Kinsey 
pointed to as contributing factors in incest behavior. The author began on a 
very realistic plane with innocent initiation and let the situation radiate 
outward until in Part Two almost every member of the large family is 
involved. It is also interesting to note that sexual threesomes and anal 
eroticism, with its matching sadomasochistic behavior pattern, come into the 
narrative at this point. 

The conclusion of the trilogy will deal with final resolution, illustrating 
the possible consequences inherent in this syndrome, thus providing an 
illuminating as well as entertaining look at the problem of incest in our 
society. 

You will find the Rated X books, along with their companions, the Surree 
Collectors' Series and the HIS 69 gay titles at your favorite adult 
bookstore or newsstand each and every month. Serious collectors of strictly 
adult reading will/ want them all, side by side on their private bookshelves 
for definite re-reading and ready reference. 

-THE PUBLISHERS 

 Chapter One 

"Show me!" the thirteen-year-old girl dared her ten-year-old cousin. Brenda 
Lee's sense of triumph faded and her eyes widened when, after only a brief 
hesitation, Peter began unbuttoning his jeans to pull his pants down. 

The two children were standing facing each other on a hidden ledge beneath 
the grassy knoll and above the windswept waters of Puget Sound. It was the 
very spot where Brenda Lee had lost her virginity with her 
thirty-eight-year-old uncle several days ago. And since that moment Brenda 
Lee had devoted every moment of the Lawson family reunion to a dedicated 
study of sex, fucking and sucking her uncle at every opportunity. 

"Gee!" she murmured when Peter boldly pulled his pants and shorts down to 
let his rigid prick spring into full view. It was almost as big as Uncle 
John's. Not as big as her father's prick, but Brenda Lee suspected that not 
many men had a cock the size of her father's. Peter's penis was long and 
slender like a thick stalk of asparagus. The head was swollen and flushed 
bright pink. The main difference between Peter and Uncle John, Brenda Lee 
thought to herself as she stared openly at her cousin's hard prick, is that 
Peter doesn't have any pubic hair. 

"Well?" Peter demanded. 

"Okay," Brenda Lee admitted grudgingly, "I guess you are old enough." 

"If you weren't a virgin," Peter said boldly, "I'd show you some things." 

"Who says I'm a virgin!?" Brenda Lee snapped. She couldn't get over the 
overnight change that had taken place in Peter! Brenda Lee was very close 
with Peter's sister, Janet, and she was sure he was a virgin. Yet here he 
was standing before her with his prick fully erect and pointing at her and 
talking about how he would teach her "some things." 

"Heck, 111 bet you don't know how to kiss a man," Peter taunted. 

Brenda Lee felt the anger surge through her body. She was about to call him 
a name when an idea struck her. What smart-ass Peter needs is to be cut down 
to size, she told herself. Well, I can teach him something! 

Without saying a word, Brenda Lee smiled and walked two steps over to where 
her cousin! stood with his hands on his young hips. The thirteen-year-old 
girl dropped to her knees and brought her hands to her ten-year-old cousin's 
groin. Cupping his little balls in one hand, she grasped his rigid, 
throbbing shaft in her other hand. Then she leaned forward and brought her 
pursed lips to the swollen head of his penis and planted a moist kiss on the 
inflated bulb. 

The young girl had to suppress a giggle when she felt his prick jerk in her 
hand the moment her lips made contact with his meat. To keep from laughing 
at him, Brenda Lee pursed her lips and slid them around his quivering cock 
and began drawing his hard sex into her warm mouth. She'd get him off his 
high horse and have him eating humble pie in no time! 

Peter Lawson gasped aloud when he saw Brenda Lee take his aching prick into 
her mouth. The young boy wasn't nearly as sure of himself as he let on. In 
fact, his entire sexual experience was limited to the fantastic session he 
had spent in his mother's bed the night before. 

His mother had sucked his cock and made him pop his nuts in her mouth. Then 
she'd taught him how to lick her pussy. Later, when they were both on the 
brink of exhaustion, his mother had let him mount her and fuck her. 

This morning Peter had awakened with a hard-on just from thinking about the 
things he and his mother had done last night. The morning had been hell for 
the young boy! He'd wandered about his grandfather's property aimlessly, 
until he saw Brenda Lee heading for the grassy knoll overlooking Puget 
Sound. He'd followed her to the hidden ledge and then began teasing her. 

"Gee, Brenda Lee!" he gasped as she almost swallowed his cock. His heart 
felt like it was going to stop beating as he watched his pretty cousin slide 
her lips up and down the length of his hard shaft. 

Brenda Lee was surprised at the reactions of her body as she sucked Peter's 
prick. She had dropped to her knees in front of him and taken his hard 
little prick into her mouth in order to teach him a lesson about being such 
a smart-ass, but the moment she had his erect sex in her mouth, her body 
became charged with a surging excitement. 

She could feel the crotch of her jeans pressing into her slit and she knew 
they were already, damp with her juices. Her nipples were erect and pressing 
hard against her sweater. 

The thirteen-year-old girl wondered if she was becoming a sex fiend-a 
nymphomaniac? The minute she touched a man's prick she became excited! Even 
with a boy of ten like Peter! 

Brenda Lee loved the way his little balls twitched and surged in her hand as 
she sucked his dick. It was like holding a small river in her grasp. 

She had meant to suck his cock until she had him good and hot, then stop and 
let his aching nuts remind him not to be so superior and sophisticated with 
her, but Brenda Lee knew she couldn't stop now. She actually longed to have 
his prick explode in her mouth. She wanted to feel his hot juices swirling 
around in her throat. 

Brenda Lee slipped her finger up between the-cheeks of his buttocks and 
pressed firmly against his puckered asshole as she moved her mouth faster 
and faster up and down the length of his rigid, throbbing stem. 

She was surprised that Peter's cock tasted different than her uncle's. 
Peter's wasn't quite as salty and seemed sweeter, almost like a popsicle. 

"Hey! Gee! Hey! You've ... got... me ... 

real... hot!" Peter gasped with halting breath. 

"Good!" Brenda Lee said, sliding his throbbing prick out of her mouth for a 
brief moment. 

"Oh, wow!" 

Brenda Lee felt his balls swell in her palm and she knew he was about to 
cum. She opened her mouth, but before she could wrap her warm, young lips 
around his swollen bulb a jet of white semen spurted forth. A glob of his 
cum splashed against her nose and eyes and began running down her face as 
she quickly took his erupting penis into her mouth to suck him dry. 

She pressed her finger against his asshole and pumped his throbbing, 
swirling nuts in her small hand while she sucked and sucked on his spurting 
young prick. 

Peter felt his knees tremble and he thought he was going to fall down. 
Brenda Lee sucked cock better than his mother did, but he would never tell 
her that! His balls strained and ached as he stared down at his pretty 
cousin's jizz-covered face. 

"Do I know how to kiss a man?" Brenda Lee taunted as she let his spent prick 
slide out of her mouth. She wiped his cum from her face and licked the sweet 
juice from her fingers. 

"Gee, Brenda Lee!" Peter sighed. 

"Is that all you can say?" she teased. "I give you a good blow-job and all 
you say is 'Gee, Brenda Lee.'" 

"It was great!" he muttered embarrassedly. 

"I guess so," Brenda Lee remarked with a smile. "You gave me about a pint of 
cum to drink! It's too bad you're too young to know how to do that to a 
girl." 

"What do you mean?" he demanded, dropping down to his knees beside his 
pubescent cousin. 

"If you weren't such a child," she chided, "you'd know how to take care of a 
girl when she gives you a blow-job, Peter." 

"I'm no child!" he snapped. "I know how to lick a girl's cunt and make her 
cum." 

"I'll bet you're just bragging," she taunted. 

"Take your clothes off and I'll show you!" he replied defiantly. 

The tone of his voice both surprised and excited the young girl. His 
confidence made her wonder if he really did know how to lick a girl's pussy? 
Brenda Lee's body was already surging with excitement from having him cum in 
her mouth and the thought of having him bury his face in her cunt made her 
flesh tingle. 

"Are you serious?" she demanded. 

"Sure! Unless you're afraid to have a man lick you." 

"Afraid?" she laughed, standing up quickly and unbuttoning her jeans. "I 
just want to see if you really know how." 

Peter felt his balls surge as he watched his thirteen-year-old cousin pull 
her pants down. Brenda Lee was built like all hell and ever since they'd 
arrived for the family reunion he'd been wondering what she looked like 
naked. 

His young eyes almost bulged out of their sockets when he saw that Brenda 
Lee wasn't wearing underpants. When she slipped her jeans over her full 
hips, her twat jumped into view. Her pubic hair wasn't a thick bush like his 
mother's and he could even see the lips of her cunt. 

When she bent down to step out of her jeans Peter's eyes were suddenly 
filled with the exciting vision of her rounded, tight ass. What a tail, he 
breathed to himself! 

"Well?" she said, stepping free of her pants. 

"Aren't you ... aren't you going to take your sweater off?" Peter asked, 
struggling to free his feet of his own pants. 

"You want to see my tits, Peter?" Brenda Lee laughed. 

"Sure!" 

"Well, why don't you help me take my sweater off, then?" she suggested. 
"Here, you pull it up over my head." 

Peter's young hands trembled as he grasped the bottom of her sweater and 
began working it up over her full chest. 

Brenda Lee loved the way he stared at her breasts. She was proud of her 
boobs, which were very well developed for her age and size. She remembered 
how Uncle John loved her breasts and how excited he became when he played 
with them. 

As soon as she pulled her head free of her sweater, Brenda Lee put her hands 
on Peter's shoulders and forced his head down to her chest. Holding his head 
firmly in both hands, she wiggled her tits back and forth across his flushed 
face. 

"like my tits, Peter?" she laughed when she saw his cock suddenly spring 
fully erect. 

"Gosh, yes!" he moaned. 

"But I thought you wanted to eat my cunt," she teased. 

"I do!" he gasped. 

"Well?" 

Pressing down on his shoulders, Brenda Lee forced the ten-year-old boy to 
his knees. Then she clasped her hands on the back of his head and pulled his 
face into her damp crotch. 

She had intended to have him stretch out beneath her so she could sit on his 
face, the way 

Uncle John had taught her, but there was something strangely exciting about 
trying it standing up like this. She inched her legs apart as she brought 
his face into her pussy. Her eyes were fixed on his mouth and she saw his 
pink tongue slide out to dart into her wet nest. 

"OOOooooohhhhh!!!!" she moaned when the tip of his tongue went directly to 
her clitoris. Sparks shot through her already excited system and ignited the 
fires of passion in her young body. 

The way he immediately sought out and found her most sensitive spot told the 
young girl that Peter had licked cunt before. Had he and Janet been 
experimenting together? Brenda Lee was almost positive that if it had been 
his sister Janet would had let something slip. 

"AAAaaahhh!!" Brenda Lee mewed when the boy lapped the entire length of her 
aroused slit with his warm tongue. He briefly caressed her anus, then dipped 
the pointed tip of his tongue into her vagina. "OOOOoooohhhh!!!! Yes! 
There!" 

Brenda Lee's body began quaking as Peter j lapped at her quivering clitoris. 
If Janet didn't know about this particular talent of her brother's, she was 
in for a pleasant surprise! The way he kept swirling his tongue around and 
over her bud! It was as if he were trying to lick it away! 

The young girl's knees suddenly became made of rubber as the heat of her 
passion surged through her body. His tongue was driving her wild! Every time 
it fluttered across her aroused and sensitive clitoris she moaned with 
delight. But she couldn't stand on her legs any longer-not with the fires 
that were sweeping through her loins! 

Pushing his shoulders, Brenda Lee ground her crotch against his eager young 
mouth and slowly forced him down until his back was pressed firmly against 
the damp grass. She placed her knees on either side of his head and held her 
hot pussy glued to his mouth. 

"Eat it, Peter!" she moaned. "Eat my cunt! OOOooohhh! Yes like that! Lick my 
pussy!" 

Peter had to breathe through his nose when she ground her wet twat against 
his mouth, but he was very excited. He loved the way she talked to him and 
used those words while he kissed her sex. His mother had been quiet when she 
taught him how to tongue a girl crazy. The words were exciting. 

Brenda Lee threw her head back and closed her eyes to allow the superheated 
passion to sweep freely through her young body. How she loved to have a 
man's mouth on her cunt! Peter wasn't as good at eating her as Uncle John 
had been, but she was very hot anyway. His inexperienced tongue made up for 
what it lacked in technique with a seemingly endless amount of energy and 
enthusiasm. 

"OOOoooooohhhhhh! AAAaaahhh! Peter!" she gasped when he ran his flattened 
tongue rapidly up and down the length of her hot crack. 

Remembering what she had done to him, Peter brought his hand up to his 
cousin's firm, well-rounded ass. He slid his finger between the tight cheeks 
of her bottom and sought out her puckered anus. Instead of pressing on it, 
he jammed his finger into her bowels while he continued lapping her cunt. 

"OH! OH GOD!" the thirteen-year-old girl gasped when she felt his finger 
begin probing her rectum. She was so hot she thought her skin would begin 
smoldering! 

"Eat it, Peter! Eat it! Lick it! Oh, God, lick it! YES! AAAaaaiiieeeeee!!!!" 

Her orgasm gripped her entire body in a violent quake that made her shudder. 
Even her toes seemed to curl as explosion after explosion ripped through 
her. She ground her cunt against the ten-year-old boy's mouth until it 
actually hurt. She sat on his finger until it was buried in the dark depths 
of her bowels. Tears ran down her cheeks-tears of joy! 

When she could stand it no longer, she pulled her crotch away- from his 
eager, hungry young mouth. 

"Was it good?" Peter asked shyly. 

"Good! God, Peter, where did you learn to eat cunt like that? It was 
out-of-sight!" 

Peter blushed. He longed to tell her how his mother had taught him 
everything he knew the night before, but he remembered his promise to his 
mother that he would never tell anyone what they had done. 

The grass tickled her ass as she lowered herself to a sitting position 
beside her young cousin and sighed contentedly. She smiled when she glanced 
at his crotch and saw that his little prick was rigidly erect. 

"You're a horny devil, aren't you?" she laughed, reaching out and boldly 
taking his throbbing cock in her warm hand. "Tell me where you learned to 
eat pussy like that." 

"I... I can't!" Peter replied nervously: 

"Sure you can," Brenda Lee said, squeezing and stroking his hard penis. "I 
won't tell anybody. I promise!" 

"Gee, Brenda Lee-I can't!" he moaned. Her hand was driving him crazy. He was 
already aroused from eating her to a climax and now she was working his 
prick to a fever! 

"Sure you can," Brenda Lee insisted. She knew she'd get it out of him. She 
could suck his cock until he begged her to let him tell her! 

The knowledge of what power she could wield over men through sex was just 
begmning to make itself known to the young girl. It was exciting! Just by 
taking a man's prick in her hand, or her mouth, she could get him to do 
anything she wanted. 

"Hey, you're getting me all hot again!" Peter moaned as she stroked his 
aching dick firmly. 

"Don't you like it?" 

"Gee-sure! But..." 

"But what?" 

"I... I may pop off if you keep doing that!" he blurted out. 

"Want me to suck your cock again, Peter?" 

"Yes! And ... and maybe we ... maybe we can fuck!" he groaned as she jerked 
her hand up and down in his lap. 

"You want to fuck me?" 

"Sure! I mean ... that is, if you want to," he stammered nervously. 

"Do you know how to fuck a girl?" she teased. 

"I told you I'm no child!" he snapped angrily. 

"You want to put this hard cock in my cunt?" Brenda Lee said slowly, quickly 
backing off when his voice told her that she had teased him to his limit. 
"You want to shove it up me? I like that, Peter. I like to feel a hard cock 
shoved up my cunt." 

She almost giggled when she saw the effect her words had on him. His entire 
body seemed to go rigid and his cock throbbed urgently in her hand. 

"Well have to be careful," he moaned. "Boy, if we get caught!" 

"Tell me who taught you how to eat pussy, Peter and 111 let you shove this 
nice hard prick into my cunt," Brenda Lee said softly. "Don't worry, nobody 
can see us down here." 

 Chapter Two 

Brenda Lee had no idea how wrong she was! She would have died if she had 
known that their every move was being watched by her sixty-nine-year-old 
grandfather, Harvey Lawson. 

"The little devils," Harvey said under his breath as he watched Peter climb 
between Brenda Lee's legs and mount her like a mare in heat. The elderly man 
saw his grandson's hard little penis quickly disappear into Brenda Lee's 
little red hole and Harvey experienced a tingling sensation in his balls. 

Harvey had been walking along the beach on the other side of the point when 
he heard the childrens* voices. He'd climbed up the steep path to the knoll, 
-then worked his way down the rocky cliff to the ledge. 

When he arrived, Harvey's eyes were greeted with the sight of his pretty 
young granddaughter kneeling before his grandson and sucking the boy's cock 
like an old pro. Harvey hadn't had anything more than an early morning 
hard-on for years, but the sight of these two children going at it created a 
familiar stirring in the old man's loins. 

And now as he stood watching the boy hump young Brenda Lee, Harvey could 
feel his prick beginning to flush with blood. Just looking at Brenda Lee's 
ripe body for the past few days had given him ideas. These had been nothing 
more than fantasies until a few moments ago, but now her grandfather began 
to wonder if he might just possibly arrange some sort of a rejuvenating 
session with the voluptuous thirteen-year-old girl. 

How he envied young Peter humping his hard dick into Brenda Lee's body! 

When he heard Brenda Lee begin squealing with delight as Peter fucked her 
soundly, Harvey decided it was time for him to vanish. It wouldn't do to 
have them catch him watching them. Not yet at least. 

The old man turned and cautiously made his way back up the rugged, 
treacherous, rock-strewn path. He prided himself on the condition of his 
body. Everyday since his retirement he maintained a rigorous schedule of 
exercise and he was careful about his diet. 

Harvey knew that his diet had gone to hell since the children and their 
families had arrived for the annual Lawson family reunion. Hariet had been 
baking all his old favorite pies and cakes and preparing kettles of ranch 
beans. The oven seemed to yield an unending supply of fresh cookies, 
biscuits and rolls. And Hariet *s homemade jellies and jams! 

The elderly man took a deep breath and leaned against the thick trunk of one 
of the tall fir trees to rest his muscles once he was back on top of the 
knoll. 

Harvey smiled to himself when he found himself thinking about what it would 
be like to stick his prick into his granddaughter's cunt. He'd always been 
known as somewhat of a square where morality was concerned. Until about four 
years ago at least. That was when the young Mexican girl had somehow managed 
to work her way north of Seattle and had come to the Lawson place looking 
for a job. 

Hariet, a sympathetic human being in every sense of the word, hired the girl 
to help around the house. Less than a week after she arrived, Harvey 
cornered her in the old barn and fucked the hell out of her. From then on 
Harvey and the young Mexican girl balled almost every day-until Hariet 
became suspicious and fired the girl. 

His body once again renewed, Harvey began walking toward the main house at 
the other end of the finger of land. His diet wasn't the only thing that had 
changed since the various members of the Lawson family began arriving for 
the reunion. 

Very little escaped Harvey's attention and he was very aware that something 
approaching a sexual circus was going on during this year's reunion. 
Although he wasn't aware that John was balling young Brenda Lee, Harvey knew 
that John's wife, Helen, was balling Brenda Lee's father, Harold. And his 
daughter, Gloria, Harold's wife, was balling her own brother, Bill. He'd 
heard them when they snuck up to their childhood hiding place in the attic 
the other night. 

What the hell's going on? Harvey mused to himself as he walked along the 
trail leading to the house that he'd built with his own hands. Everybody in 
the family is balling! Everybody except Hariet, and her twat had dried up 
years ago. 

He tried to remember if he'd seen signs of all of this in years past, but 
his memory was becoming faulty and he couldn't trust it anymore. 

The sound of a car crossing the old bridge that led to his private little 
finger of land caught the old man's attention and he turned to watch a shiny 
new Ford Granada approaching the parking area below the house. Somebody in 
the car waved and he waved back. 

It was Larry, his oldest son. Larry and his wife, Elaine, and their 
daughter, Christy. Christy was sixteen, if Harvey's memory hadn't betrayed 
him again. Sixteen and the prettiest thing he'd ever seen. At least she was 
when he saw her several months before when Larry and the family had driven 
up for a weekend to repay Harvey the money he had loaned them several years 
ago for a down payment on a house. 

Larry was guilty of almost everything Harvey disliked in life. He drank far 
too much, so much that he'd lost six jobs in four years. He was 
irresponsible, always in debt up to his ears. Larry was lazy, except when it 
came to what he called "laying pipe," the chasing after anything with tits 
and a cunt. Larry was quite a pipe layer! 

Harvey always felt sorry for Elaine. Elaine was straight, so straight her 
corners hurt. She was a beautiful woman, and Harvey was certain she'd had 
her share of offers, but she idolized Larry. 

Despite all of Larry's faults, he was still Harvey's favorite. Larry might 
be irresponsible and lazy, but he had a way of smiling at the world that 
made the world smile back. You couldn't be around Larry Lawson without 
laughing and feeling good. And now Larry had struck it rich. 

"Well, with all the fucking and sucking going on around here," Harvey said 
softly to himself, "it'll be interesting to see what Larry does." 

"What did you say, Dad?" 

Harvey spun around to find his daughter, Gloria, standing behind him. 

"Sorry! You scared me. Didn't hear you come up behind me. I just said that 
Larry and his family have finally arrived." 

"I see they have a new car," Gloria remarked. "Honestly, Dad, I don't know 
how Larry does it. No matter how broke he is, he somehow manages to come up 
with new clothes and new cars all the time! I wish Harold and I had his 
talent." 

"The hell you do!" Harvey laughed. 

"Why not?" Gloria asked. 

"You and Harold couldn't face Larry's creditors the way he does." 

"I guess you're right," she smiled. "By the way, have you seen Brenda Lee?" 

* 'Nope," Harvey lied. 

"I can't find her anywhere," Gloria sighed. 

"Did you look down by the dock?" 

"I was just heading there when I saw you standing here," Gloria replied. 

"I wouldn't worry none," Harvey said. "She's probably out with some of the 
other children exploring the forest." 

"I expect you're right. Kids love it up here." 

"How about you, Gloria?" Harvey asked casually. "Are you having a good time 
up here?" 

"You know how much I love this old place, Dad," Gloria returned with a 
smile. 

"You and Bill were always the two who liked this place," Harvey remarked. 
"Where's Bill?" 

Harvey smiled to himself when he saw his daughter flinch. It confirmed his 
suspicion that she and Bill were balling. 

"I haven't seen him this morning," Gloria responded casually, hoping he 
hadn't seen her reaction. Did he know? "Is Mom in the house?" 

"Last I saw. Probably baking up a new batch of fattening food," Harvey 
chuckled. 

"I think 111 ask her if she's seen Brenda Lee." 

"Tell your mother that Larry has arrived," Harvey said as he began walking 
down to the parking area. 

Gloria turned and walked quickly up to the main house. Damn Larry for 
arriving at this moment! Bill was supposed to meet her in the attic in five 
minutes! Knowing her brother, Gloria was certain that Bill was already up 
there waiting for her. 

And after they'd arranged everything so carefully. Marsha, Bill's wife, had 
gone into town with Harold to buy a birthday present for her daughter, 
Janet. Gloria thought it was ironic that her husband, Harold, had taken 
Bill's wife away so that Gloria and Bill could spend a frantic hour or two 
together. And Larry had to arrive now! 

It would look funny if she wasn't around to greet them. And if her father 
only suspected what was going on between Bill and her, he'd know for sure if 
both she and Bill were missing when Larry arrived. Somehow she'd have to 
warn Bill! 

Gloria climbed the back steps to the house and breathed a sigh of relief 
when she found the kitchen empty. Maybe she'd have a chance to dart upstairs 
and warn Bill. Gloria heard voices in the living room and recognized them as 
her mother and brother, John. Keep Mom occupied, John, Gloria thought to 
herself as she very quietly climbed the stairs to the upper story of the 
house. 

The hall closet door was ajar and Gloria knew that Bill was already up in 
the attic. She walked into the closet and quietly pulled the door closed 
behind her. Then she moved the clothes in the center of the rod and found 
the old box placed directly below the trap door to the attic. 

Gloria moved the panel above, stood on the box and quickly pulled herself up 
into the attic. At the age of thirty-three, Gloria was in excellent physical 
condition. Her body was firm and well toned. Even her heavy breasts, which 
were her outstanding feature, were firm and stood out high on her chest. 

"Bill?" she called in a whisper. 

"Over here." 

As he spoke he flipped on the light and she saw him crouching in the far 
corner. A warmth spread through Gloria's body when she looked at her 
brother's handsome bodjJ. He looked more like he was in his mid-twenties 
than in his middle thirties. His shoulders were broad and there wasn't an 
ounce of flab on his body. 

Gloria blushed when her eyes went to his crotch. He was completely naked, 
ready for their tryst, and his lovely prick hung gracefully down from his 
groin. 

"You look good enough to eat," she said with a girlish giggle when she 
crawled over to where he waited. 

"Well?" he replied with a mocking smile. 

"We can't!" she cried in exasperation. "Larry and his family just arrived!" 

"I saw them drive up." 

"We've got to go down and greet them, Bill." 

"Later." 

"No, darling!" Gloria said, pulling away as he insolently ran his hand up 
under her dress. "I think Dad knows." 

"What?" 

"About us." 

"You're crazy." 

"No, Bill, I swear he knows. Or if he doesn't know, he's very suspicious." 

"How do you know?" Bill demanded. 

"I feel it, that's all. Little things. The way he asked me where you were 
just a moment ago. He had a strange, knowing look-in his eye." 

"Gloria, you're imagining things!" Bill laughed. 

"I'm not! He knows, Bill!" 

"You're into a guilt thing, Gloria," Bill said with a smile. "We came up 
here and balled once and you're now convinced the whole world knows about 
it." 

"Bill, I'm serious. Dad knows something. And if we don't go down to greet 
Larry and his family, Dad will know for sure that we're up to something." 

"Calm down, Gloria," Bill laughed. "Is Harold down there to greet them?" 

"No, of course not," Gloria replied a little impatiently. 

"Or Helen?" 

"Bill, you know that Helen and Harold went to town to buy Janet a present. 
We set it up, remember?" 

"Sure I remember. But my point is that they're not down there to greet Larry 
and his family. Does that mean they're off balling somewhere?" 

"Harold and Helen?" Gloria laughed. "Harold wouldn't touch Helen!" 

 Chapter Three 

Gloria vastly underestimated her husband. Harold had already "touched" 
Helen-twice. The first time had been in the cabin Helen and John were using 
during the reunion. Harold walked in shortly after Helen had a fight with 
her husband. She'd been drinking heavily and began taunting him. When she 
teased him about the size of the average Lawson man's prick, Harold whipped 
his huge, oversized cock out and fucked her until she cried. 

The second time took place when he drove Helen to the junction to see a 
movie. She made him stop and buy a bottle of booze and she immediately 
bombed herself out of her mind. She then passed out on him and in a fit of 
anger he fifted her skirt and dropped her panties to throw a fuck into her 
unconscious body in the front seat of the car. 

At the very moment when Gloria was talking to Bill in the attic at the 
house, Harold was preparing to "touch" his wife's brother's wife. They had 
finished their shopping for Janet's birthday present and Harold drove into 
the back parking area of a motel. 

"Where in the hell do you think you're taking me?" Helen snapped. 

"A friend of mine keeps a room here and told me I could use it any time. I 
thought we could both use a drink." 

"God, you can say that again!" Helen sighed. "I haven't had a drink all 
day!" 

"Well, let's see if we can relax a bit," Harold remarked casually as he 
pulled up in front of the room he'd rented an hour ago while Helen was 
shopping. 

He climbed out of the car and fished in his pocket for the room key the 
clerk had given him when he registered. Inserting the key in the lock, he 
opened the door and gallantly waved Helen into the room ahead of him. 

"Not a bad little dump," Helen remarked, glancing around the somewhat rustic 
and tacky motel room. "Where's the booze?" 

Helen swung around when she heard Harold bolt the door. 

"Why are you bolting the door? Where's the booze, anyway?" 

"I thought we'd try it without booze this time, Helen," he replied with a 
wide grin. 

"Grow up, Harold, and get your mind off your cock!" Helen snapped, the 
quaver in her voice betraying the confidence of her words. "So we balled. 
That doesn't make us lovers. The next time I need a big prick, III call 
you-okay? Now where's the booze?" 

"No booze this time, Helen," Harold said in a soft, yet firm voice. "I want 
you awake and sober this time so you can really enjoy it." 

"Forget it!" she snapped back, the fear now obvious in her voice. "Just 
because you've got a deformed prick doesn't mean every girl is dying to drop 
her panties for you." 

Harold walked quickly up to her and slapped her face with his open hand. The 
sound of the slap echoed through the room and Helen's cheek turned a bright 
red color. 

"Now listen closely, Helen," he said, grabbing a kandful of her hair in his 
hand and yanking her bead back. "You do exactly what I tell you to do or 111 
beat the shit out of you. That was mild compared to what I'll do to you if 
you don't do exactly what I tell you to." 

"You wouldn't dare! AAAeeeee!!!!" 

Harold slapped her on the other cheek and tears welled in her eyes. 

"Yes I will, Helen. And if you get bruised and bloody, 111 tell everyone 
that you got drunk in a bar and fell down. Nobody will doubt that!" 

It was true and Helen knew it. She'd been drinking so much lately the other 
members of the family had let her know they were worried that she was 
becoming an alcoholic. And she had no doubts at all that Harold would beat 
her up. He was a physical man, very physical. That was what both attracted 
her to him and made her hate him at the same time. She couldn't dominate him 
the way she did her husband. 

"Take your clothes off, Helen," Harold said quietly. ' 

Helen hesitated for a moment, until she saw him raise his hand to slap her 
again, then she began unbuttoning her blouse with nervous fingers. 

"You're a bastard!" she spit at him as she slipped out of her blouse. She 
was about to say something else, but the cold, hard look in his eye 
frightened her. Instead, she reached behind her back and unhooked her bra 
and slipped it off her shoulders. 

Harold stared down at her tits with hungry eyes. 

She wasn't as well built as Gloria, but few women were. Yet Helen's tits 
were proud, fairly firm mounds on her chest. 

The hungry look in his eyes made Helen bold. 

"There, little boy," she taunted, jutting her breasts out at him, "have you 
seen enough now?" 

Helen didn't even see his hand coming. The open handed slap stung like a 
swarm of angry bees had attacked her, and the force of his blow almost 
knocked her down. 

"Now drop your panties!" he said roughly. 

"Jesus! What happened to your sense of humor?" she mumbled as she brushed 
the tears away from her eyes and quickly began pulling her skirt and panties 
down. If she wasn't careful, damned careful, he'd really hurt her! 

Helen bent down and stepped out of her skirt and panties. She was about to 
kick off her high heel shoes she'd worn to town. 

"Leave your shoes on!" he said. 

"What are you, anyway, some kind of a pervert?" 

Helen regretted the words the moment they were out of her mouth. She saw his 
hand coming, but she couldn't duck fast enough and his slap caught her 
almost straight on the lips. While she was recovering from the blow, he 
reached out and cruelly twisted her right nipple between his thumb and 
forefinger. 

"OW!" 

"Look, Helen, you can make this as rough on yourself as you want." 

"Why?" she sobbed. 

"Why what?" 

"Why are you doing this to me?" 

"Because you're a first class bitch and you need it done to you," Harold 
laughed. 

"I haven't done anything to you!" she sobbed. 

"You've called me names and made every smart-ass remark you could think of. 
Then you deliberately got yourself so stoned the last time we were together 
that you passed out. This time I'm calling the shots, baby, and the quicker 
you recognize that the better off you'll be. Now start walking around the 
room so I can see your body. Make those tits jiggle for me." 

Helen hesitated, but began walking the minute he moved toward her. Her face 
was sore, as sore as hell! And her breast hurt! She felt silly walking 
around the tacky motel room stark naked except for her high heel shoes, but 
she didn't want him to hit her again. 

Harold smiled as he watched her walk back and forth. Slowly, he began 
unbuttoning his shirt. He deliberately took his time because he didn't want 
her to know how aroused he was. For her age, Helen had an excellent figure. 
Her ass was broad and her cheeks quivered like Jello, but her tail was still 
sexy. 

"Let me see your asshole, Helen," he laughed. "Bend over and spread those 
cheeks, baby." 

When Helen hesitated, Harold pulled his belt free of his pants. The look in 
his eyes sent shivers racing down Helen's spine. He'd whip her with his 
belt. She knew he would! Swallowing her pride, she quickly turned her back 
to him and bent double at her waist. She reached back through her legs and 
spread the cheeks of her buttocks wide apart. 

Helen had never been so humiliated in her life! He was making her do these 
things to embarrass her. Imagine baring her asshole to a man like this! Then 
why did it all stimulate her so? The act of bending over like this to show 
him her ass aroused her. She could feel the passion building in her body and 
she hated herself for the way she was reacting! 

Harold's body was also beginning to respond with urgent waves of passion. He 
stared at the woman displaying her ass and felt his balls tingle with 
excitement. There she was standing in high heel shoes without a stitch of 
clothing. She had her ass humped up in the air and her fingers were splaying 
the crack between her rounded cheeks. Harold could see her puckered anus 
nestled deep in the crevice of her buttocks. It looked like a frightened 
starfish. 

Helen remembered her surprise the first time she saw it. It was at least 
twice as big as her husband's. The head was swollen to the size of a golf 
ball. She could also remember how much he hurt her the first time he rammed 
it into her vagina, but she also remembered the fantastic joy he had given 
her with his giant cock. 

"Get on your knees and crawl over here," Harold commanded. 

Helen obeyed. She dropped to her knees and began crawling over to where he 
stood beside the bed. Her eyes were fixed on the swollen knob at the tip of 
his prick with almost hypnotic fascination. She hated him for the insolent 
way he held his huge cock in his hand and stroked it slowly while she 
crawled over to him. She could see a white tear forming in the slit in the 
head of his penis and she knew he was working himself up. 

"Put it in your mouth," he commanded simply when she crawled up to kneel 
before him. 

"You're a rotten bastard," she said softly. 

"Put it in your mouth, I said!" 

Harold grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked her face to his crotch. He 
held his cock in his hand and brought it to her lips. When her mouth opened, 
he pushed the swollen tip of his rod between her teeth. 

Helen felt her jaws ache as they stretched wide apart to take his thick, 
massive organ into her oral cavity. The odor of his sex assaulted her 
nostrils and made them flare open. She could feel the heavy flavor of his 
sex bursting on her taste buds. 

When he had his cock partially in her warm mouth, Harold began stroking his 
shaft firmly in his hand. He didn't understand it, but he had a strong 
desire to humble this bitch-and the little thing he had planned for her 
should humble her if anything would! 

The ache in Halen Lawson's jaws was a constant reminder of the incredible 
size of Harold Wood's cock! It also served as a constant comparison with the 
peanut size of her husband's prick. The pain also reminded her of the sheer 
humiliation to which she was being submitted. 

She had never been so demeaned, degraded, in her life! Here she was forced 
to kneel before Harold as if he was some Arabian potentate! She was his 
slave, his absolute slave who was to do anything he commanded! She'd had to 
bend over and obscenely expose her asshole to him, and now she had her head 
yanked back by her hair and his huge penis stuffed into her mouth! 

He wasn't even going to let her suck his cock or fondle his throbbing organ. 
Instead, he held it stuffed in her mouth and fondled it himself. He was 
jacking-off and using her mouth as a receptacle! 

She was nothing more than the lowest form of whore to him. Then why did all 
of this excite her so? And there was no doubt in Helen's mind that she was 
excited. She could feel the hot juices flowing in her cunt and her nipples 
were erect and quivering. Even her heart was beating with the urgency of her 
unbridled passion! 

Helen wondered if she was some kind of a masochist. Did she want to be 
humiliated? Did she enjoy being this man's slave? Is that why he excited her 
so? Why he made her feel like a primitive animal? Certainly John had never 
ignited these fires inside her body! 

Harold felt his balls begin to strain as he gazed down at the sight of his 
hard prick stuffed inside Helen's mouth. She was a beautiful woman and it 
was exciting to see her lovely face speared by his surging rod. 

Only two inches of his straining penis were actually inside Helen's mouth, 
just a little more than the swollen bulb at the tip of his shaft. That was 
the way he wanted it, the way he had it planned. 

Holding her hair tight in his hand, Harold continued stroking his aching 
cock with his other hand. He noticed that she had stopped struggling. She 
was in a state of benign acceptance, which was exactly what he wanted. 

Teaching this haughty bitch a lesson would be a joy! She who had been 
drinking herself insensible and lashing out at everything and everybody with 
her acid tongue and making life miserable for all around her was about to be 
humbled! 

Pulling his cock back so that just the tip of the swollen head was resting 
between her lips, Harold began stroking his shaft with a firm urgency. 

Helen couldn't understand what he was trying to do. She longed to take his 
massive stalk into her throat, but he was obviously denying her this 
pleasure. She knew he was excited and close to climax because his blood 
engorged prick was throbbing against her lips. Was he going to masturbate 
himself and shoot his cream into her mouth like this? 

Harold grunted as he felt his balls begin churning urgently. His fingers 
moved firmly over the length of his shaft as he stood over the kneeling 
woman and held the tip of his penis between her luscious lips. The sight of 
his cock spearing her face drove him on. 

When the glorious moment arrived and his balls rumbled with their 
threatening explosion, Harold quickly pulled the head of his prick free of 
her warm lips. 

Helen was staring directly into the narrow slit at the tip of his shaft when 
it happened. She saw the slit open slightly and the hot cream burst forth. 
He was cumming in her face! The bastard! The dirty bastard! 

She opened her mouth in an effort to catch his spewing juices, but Harold 
was aiming his prick so that his cum spurted onto every inch of her face. It 
hit her nostrils, splashed against her eyes, formed small puddles on her 
forehead, beaded in her hair and ran down her cheeks in small streams. 

It never stopped gushing! Now she had his sticky cum clinging to the corners 
of her mouth, blocking her nostrils, caked in her eyes! She felt like she 
had fallen into a sewer. 

Even worse, Helen realized that she had experienced an intense orgasm of her 
own while his cock was spewing its filth in her face! She could feel her own 
juices running down her thigh! How could her body find joy in the 
humiliating thing he had done to her? 

"You bastard!" she sighed when he released his hold on her hair and stepped 
back. "You rotten, filthy bastard!" 

"I like your new makeup, Helen," Harold laughed crudely. "Well, well! It 
looks like you got it on yourself," he added when he saw the tell-tale 
glistening streams of moisture on her thighs as she pulled herself to her 
feet. 

"So what?" she snapped defiantly. "So what if I did, you piece of shit?" 

"It means we're made for each other, Helen," Harold laughed. "You like 
having a man use and abuse you." 

"And you like treating a woman like a slave, you perverted bastard," she 
replied. 

Harold chuckled and walked over to stretch out on his back on the bed. He 
spread his legs wide apart and placed his hands behind his head. 

"If you want your cunt stuffed and reamed, Helen," he said with a smile, 
"get up here and make this joystick hard again." 

His arrogance filled her with repulsion, but Helen found herself moving 
toward the bed as if she were in a powerful magnetic field. Her eyes were 
fixed on his magnificent penis, which was now resting casually on his 
muscular thigh. It reminded her of a giant snake. 

She wanted to spit on him and pound him with her fists and scratch his eyes 
with her nails, but she couldn't do any of these things. Instead, she slowly 
climbed up on the bed and knelt between his widespread legs. She reached 
out, hating her body for its betrayal, and took his partially limp prick in 
her hand. Then she slowly bent down and began licking his cock. 

"That's it, Helen," he moaned softly. "We're going to have a good time 
together." 

 Chapter Four 

The sunlight streaming through the attic window filled the small room with a 
warm glow. Harold's wife, Gloria, was locked in her brother's arms and her 
mouth was mashed against his hungry lips. Gloria could feel her brother's 
hand moving up between her legs and her whole body trembled when his fingers 
made contact with her damp pussy. 

Bill was naked and she was still dressed. Gloria's hand automatically 
reached for her brother's crotch and her fingers quickly came into contact 
with his rigid prick. She wrapped her fingers around his throbbing shaft and 
began stroking him urgently as he rubbed her aroused cunt sensuously. 

Gloria was still nervous. She had argued against this, pleading with her 
headstrong brother to go downstairs with her to greet their older brother, 
Larry. She had warned him that they would look very suspicious by being 
absent, particularly when she had been with their father when Larry's car 
drove into the parking area below the old house. 

Bill replied with the argument that Larry and his family would be so busy 
with Dad and Mom that they wouldn't even notice that Bill and Gloria were 
missing. 

When Bill finally grabbed Gloria and kissed her passionately, the argument 
ended. Gloria found that she had no resistance as far as her brother was 
concerned. 

When they were children, Bill and Gloria had been very close. This attic had 
been their secret meeting place, and when they were at the age of discovery 
where their bodies were concerned, they had played with each other. 

Twenty years later, just two days ago, their physical love had finally been 
consumated. And it happened right here in this very same attic. They had 
come up to talk, and before either realized what was happening they were 
naked and making love. It was during that session that Gloria discovered the 
almost incredible pleasure she received from anal intercourse. Bill had 
crudely shoved his cock up her ass and rode her for all she was worth. 

At the beginning she thought she would die of the pain his hard, lungjng 
cock inflicted on hex rectum. But once her bowels had expanded and become 
lubricated with his juices she found this one of the most exciting things 
that had ever happened to her. 

She wondered if he was going to screw her in the ass again? Just thinking 
about it made her quiver with anticipation. And the way he was rubbing her 
crotch! She felt like her pussy was on fire! Gloria also loved the feel of 
her brother's hard cock in her hand. It was so much more graceful than her 
husband's freakish telephone-pole prick! 

"Still want to run downstairs to see Larry?" Bill asked with a devilish 
smile etched on his handsome lips as he broke their wet and passionate kiss. 

"No!" Gloria responded in a soft voice as she continued stroking his rigid 
prick lovingly. 

"What do you want?" 

"I... I want you to make love to me-damn you!" she laughed. 

"How?" Bill persisted. 

"The ... the way you did the other day," she replied in an embarrassed tone 
as her cheeks flushed slightly. "Do you want me to suck your cock, Bill?" 

"Do you want to?" 

"You know I love to suck your cock," she giggled. 

"But that's not what you want right this minute, is it?" he asked quietly. 

"No," she reluctantly admitted. 

"Then tell me what you want," Bill laughed. "You're so old-fashioned about 
talking about sex!" 

"And you want everything spelled out!" she laughed in return. 

"Why not?" 

"I... I don't know! Oh, Bill, try to understand that this is the first time 
I've ..." 

"Played around on Harold?" he supplied when she faltered. 

"Yes." 

"So?" 

"So ... well, it's all very awkward for me ... Oooohhh!!! If you don't stop 
petting my pussy like that, it will be too late before we even start." 

"Hot?" 

"God yes! So are you, from the feel of this hard thing in my hand," she 
laughed. 

"How's your little asshole?" Bill chuckled, sliding his middle finger 
beneath the elastic on her panties and running it up between the cheeks of 
her buttocks until the tip made contact with her anus. 

"OH! OOOHHH! Bill! I can't take much of that!" 

"Tell me what you want to do," he insisted. 

"You know!" 

"Tell me!" 

"I want you to fuck me ... fuck me in the ass!" she finally blurted out as 
he massaged her anus relentlessly with the tip of his finger. 

"You want to feel my cock in your bowels?" he whispered in her ear while he 
forced his finger into her tightly puckered asshole. 

"Yes! YES!" 

"Okay, drop your pants," he laughed. 

Gloria pulled free of him and released his hard cock to begin undressing. 

"No, just lift your skirt and drop your pants, Gloria," Bill said in an 
urgent whisper. "Well have a quick one and then come back for a nice long 
fuck session later this afternoon." 

It felt strange, even a little cheap, but strangely exciting as she got into 
a kneeling position with her tail humped up. She lifted her skirt up around 
her waist and then pulled her nylon panties down around her thighs: 

Placing her hands flat on the floor, she lowered her head and watched her 
brother slowly crawl up behind her. His cock was as stiff as a baseball bat 
and sticking straight out from his crotch. Gloria watched with fascinated 
eyes as he took his shaft in his hand and guided it to the crack between the 
cheeks of her ass. She saw a tear form in the eye at the head of his penis, 
then she felt it pressed against her asshole. 

Bill stared down at his sister's ass and felt tiny flames rush through his 
testicles as he held his swollen prick pressed tightly against her asshole. 
The way she had her skirt hiked up around her waist and her panties pulled 
down on her luscious thighs sent waves of desire flowing through him. 

"Please, BUI! Hurry! I'm on fire!" Gloria whispered urgently. 

"Tell me again what you want me to do," Bill said. 

"I want your cock up my ass! I want you to shove your hot prick into my 
bowels! AAAAAaaaaauuuuurrrrrggggghhhhh!!!" 

Gloria managed to muffle her scream by shoving her fist into her mouth when 
the pain ripped through, her body like an earthquake. Tears filled her eyes 
while she watched Bill's hard penis slowly disappear into her rectum. 

It hurt every bit as much as it had the first time. She felt like he was 
shoving a hot, sharp knife into her tail! Why did it hurt like this? Gloria 
bit her knuckles to keep from screaming as he kept shoving it inch by inch 
into her ass. She wanted to reach back and grab his swaying balls in her 
hand and rip the cruel weapon out of her ravaged rectum. 

Then, just when she was absolutely positive that she could not take one 
second longer of this inhuman torture, the pain began to fade away. Through 
her tear-streaked vision she could see that he had his prick sunk to the 
very hilt inside her. His swaying balls were resting on her cunt. 

"Better?" he asked, holding his cock perfectly still inside her ass until 
she relaxed. 

"Yes, now. God, that hurts at first!" she sighed. 

"How does it feel now?" 

"Stuffed!" 

"Good?" 

"God yes!" she sighed, wiggling her hips slowly to feel the growing passion 
inside her. 

"One of us has to remember to buy a jar of Vaseline," Bill laughed. 

"Does it hurt you, too?" she asked surprised. 

"A little. It's so damned tight in your ass that my cock feels like it's 
being squeezed in a vise." 

"Good for it," Gloria laughed, her body now completely relaxed and her 
passion growing, by the minute. "Now fuck me!" 

Bill needed little urging. Just the sight of his sister's body impaled on 
his hard prick made his balls rumble with desire. With one hand he began 
rubbing her slit and massaging her clitoris while his other hand went up to 
cup one of her heavy tits. Then he jerked his hips and began moving his 
throbbing prick in and out of her tight anal canal. It was so tight it felt 
like his cock was being milked by a strong hand. 

Through her spread legs Gloria watched her brother's long prick slide in and 
out of her bowels. His balls bobbed and swayed as he pumped his rigid, hot, 
throbbing organ into her asshole. Balancing herself on one hand, Gloria 
reached back between her legs and grasped her brother's swirling balls and 
began massaging them. 

It still seemed incredible to her that she could receive so much pleasure 
being fucked in her ass like this. Gloria's entire body was responding 
urgently to the long, hard thrusts her brother was delivering to her bowels. 
Alone, this was more exciting than having a cock in her cunt. But added to 
his caressing finger on her clitoris it was beyond anything she had ever 
experienced! 

"OOOooohhh!! MY ... GOD ... THAT'S ... GOOD!" she moaned, squeezing her 
brother's testicles in her hand as he pumped his hard prick faster and 
faster into her rectum. 

Why did she like this? Was she perverted? Did she long to be punished? There 
was still an element of pain in the act, even when she was this aroused. Did 
she enjoy being hurt? Was it really important why she liked it? Wasn't 
liking it, enjoying it, enough? 

"Fuck me, Bill! Make me feel that prick in my ass! Give it to me. Shove it 
up me!" 

Bill mashed down on her erect and throbbing clitoris with his finger and 
jerked his hips to pump his cock into his sister's asshole with everything 
he had. The pale white spheres of her buttocks seemed to glow in the soft 
light of the attic. He drove his straining prick to the very depths of her 
bowels and fucked her like a bull takes a cow. 

"OOOOoooohhhh! Yes! Yes! YES!" Gloria chanted. 

Her body was so on fire she thought her flesh would melt! Already her skin 
was covered with a light coat of glistening perspiration. 

"Keeerist!" Bill grunted. 

Gloria felt his cock erupt inside her. His hot cum came splashing into her 
bowels like a hot enema. The warm cream from his testicles filled her anal 
canal and triggered an intense explosion inside her body. 

" AAAAAaaaaaiiiiieeeee!!!!!" 

Gloria's scream of joy hung in the air above their bucking bodies. Her head 
flailed back and forth and it was all she could do to keep from collapsing 
on the floor. Her muscles spasmed violently and tears of ecstacy flowed from 
her eyes. 

She could feel his semen oozing out of her asshole to run down her thighs, 
but Gloria didn't care. She'd never felt like this before in her life. 

Then there was a "plop" sound as Bill slowly let his cock slide out of her 
asshole. A tiny river of his juice gushed from her anus to run down her 
thigh. 

"Christ, that was good!" Bill groaned. 

"Wow!" Gloria sighed. 

"How do you feel?" 

"Empty!" she moaned. "Drained and empty." 

"Me too," Bill sighed. 

"Bill?" 

"What?" 

"Is what we're doing abnormal?" Gloria asked seriously as she lowered her 
spent body into a sitting position beside her brother. 

"Christ, Gloria, I don't know!" he sighed. "What's normal in this goddamned 
world?" 

"You know what I mean," she insisted. 

"No, I don't," he replied. "I mean, we've done the normal things, haven't 
we? Got married. Raised families. Bought the house in the suburbs. Played at 
being adults until we were adults, and then played at being young again." 

"That's not what I mean." 

"I think it is," Bill responded. "You want to know if brother and sister 
balling is normal." 

"And... well, fucking in the ass," she said softly. 

"That too. My point is, what's normal and what's abnormal? We both enjoyed 
what we just did, right?" 

"Ri^it," she admitted. 

"I don't know about you, but I don't mind admitting that I enjoyed what we 
just did much more than I've enjoyed sex with anybody else." 

"The same for me, Bill," she said. "But..." 

"But you're uncomfortable about it being normal. As long as we both wanted 
it and thoroughly enjoyed it, how can it be abnormal? As long as it hurts 
nobody else, normal has to be an individual thing, doesn't it?" 

"But..." 

"I know" he sighed. "It's an impossible situation. We're both married and 
heavy into the family scene. I'm not ready to handle that yet, Gloria. I 
want to grab the flowers at hand and worry about the bush later." 

"A poet yet!" Gloria laughed. "I suppose I'm trying to look too far into the 
future." 

"The future is now, sweetheart," Bill chuckled. "Whatever you say next is in 
the future. Whatever we do next is in the future. And as far as I'm 
concerned, I hope the future is filled with nothing but good fucking!" 

"Me too!" she laughed. "But we have a more immediate future to worry about 
right now." 

"What?" 

"Getting downstairs to see Larry and his family." 

"Only if you promise we come back up here as soon as we can this afternoon." 

"Promise? I insist!" 

 Chapter Five 

The dying rays of the sun bathed the Washington sky in a soft orange glow. 
Lazy, drifting clouds seemed to catch fire and then become fading embers. 
The air was mild, but breezes coming off the lagoon carried the hint of a 
crisp night. 

The Lawson family was gathered in small groups surrounding the permanent 
brick barbeque at the back of the house where Harvey Lawson presided as 
chief chef. Harvey was broiling thick hamburger patties in a seemingly 
endless procession. A long table was set up near the barbeque and was filled 
with what Hariet called "fixins"; sliced Bermuda onions, pickles, relish, 
sliced tomatoes, lettuce, hunks of cheese, mustard, ketchup, and assorted 
chips. People would grab a paper plate and walk over to wait for a sizzling 
hot patty, then return to the table and build their own favorite type of 
hamburger. 

Living on a close budget in his retirement, Harvey Lawson had decided that 
broiled hamburgers would be the least expensive way to feed his clan this 
Friday night. He reminded one and all that the big family dinner would be 
the next night and that Hariet had a huge turkey and a giant ham ready to 
cook. 

No one was disappointed in charcoal broiled hamburgers. The children, 
especially, looked upon this as a grand treat. 

Thirteen-year-old Brenda Lee enjoyed the first half hour of the cook-out. 
She surprised herself by consuming two large hamburgers and two helpings of 
her grandmother's baked beans and washed all of this down with two large 
Cokes. 

Brenda Lee overheard her Uncle Larry remark to her Uncle John that with the 
beans the Lawson family would fart a symphony that night, and the young girl 
thought this was hilarious. She shared this with the other children and 
beamed with pride when they laughed as hard as she did. 

After she finished eating, Brenda Lee began becoming impatient with the 
adults who were taking so long to finish dinner. They were as usual more 
interested in talking than in eating, and some of them hadn't even started 
their first hamburger! 

The nubile girl drifted away from the groups of people and sat down under 
one of the huge fir trees. She was still close to the family, but separated 
from them so that she could watch them. 

So much had happened in the past few days! Her introduction to the joys and 
mysteries of her body, when she had allowed herself to be seduced by her 
Uncle John, was still etched on her mind. Just thinking about the things she 
had done with her uncle made her body tingle with excitement! And then there 
was the fun she'd had this very afternoon with ten-year-old Peter. It wasn't 
as much fun as she'd had with Uncle John, but she'd enjoyed it. 

And to think that Peter's mother had taught him all about sex, sucked his 
cock and had him lick her pussy! Peter had finally confessed everything 
about his night in bed with his mother to Brenda Lee. The idea just about 
knocked her out! His own mother! 

That was the same as if she'd gone to bed with her father. Brenda Lee 
glanced at her father and wondered what it would be like to make love with 
him. He had lost his angel's halo when she saw him balling Aunt Helen in the 
cabin the very first day they arrived. And the size of his giant prick was 
etched on the girl's young brain. Her father's prick was five times as big 
as Uncle John's or Peter's! She wondered what it would be like to have 
something that big in her mouth or in her cunt. Would it hurt? Because it 
was so big would it be that much more fun? 

It was obvious to the thirteen-year-old child that her Aunt Helen thought it 
was fun to be fucked by her father. Since she had become wise to the ways of 
sex, Brenda Lee knew that the look she'd seen on Helen's face this afternoon 
meant that she had been laid again. 

Several of the exchanged glances between her mother and Uncle Bill made the 
girl suspect that something might be going on between them. She looked 
around and found them standing by the back porch talking. Brenda Lee watched 
them closely. Was her mother doing something with Uncle Bill? 

Brenda Lee could hardly blame her if she was. After all, Harold, her father, 
was laying Aunt Helen. Brenda Lee saw her mother gesture as she said 
something to Bill and the girl became almost positive that there was 
something between them. She could tell it from the way her mother touched 
him so often. 

The young girl shook her head in wonder that she could have missed all of 
this before! Adults made out like they were such angels, when in reality 
they went from one bed to another. 

Did they do this all of the time, she wondered, or was this something they 
sort of kept in the family? She tried to remember how many times her father 
had not come home after work. Very few. And her mother was almost always 
home. 

Raucous laughter from one group near the table caught Brenda Lee's 
attention. She saw her Uncle Larry talking and gesturing to the small group 
and knew that he must have made another joke. She wondered if it was as good 
as farting a symphony? 

Uncle Larry fascinated the young girl. She had heard bits and pieces of 
family gossip about him over the past few years. He had the reputation of 
being a real lover. She remembered her father saying that Uncle Larry would 
lay anything that didn't bite. Both her mother and father always said they 
felt sorry for Larry's wife, Elaine. Aunt Elaine was supposed to be very 
straight-laced and proper. 

The thirteen-year-old girl found herself studying her uncle. He was the 
oldest of the family, but he didn't look much older than Uncle Bill. Larry 
was tall and handsome in a rugged, outdoor manner. He had wavy brown hair 
and blue-green eyes that danced merrily when he talked. He was stocky 
without being fat and he had a deep baritone voice that made him seem 
terribly masculine. Brenda Lee smiled when she caught herself wondering how 
big his penis was. 

A movement near the house caught Brenda Lee's eye and she glanced over just 
in time to see her mother disappear into the house with Uncle Bill. Were 
they sneaking off to make love? Brenda Lee jumped up to follow them, but 
Janet came walking up before she could take the first step. 

"Hi!" 

"Hi, Janet," Brenda Lee sighed. Why did Janet hang onto her like this? 
Brenda Lee was becoming increasingly more impatient with her twelve-year-old 
cousin. 

"What are you doing?" Janet asked. 

"Composing a symphony," Brenda Lee replied sarcastically, forcing a loud 
fart. 

Janet laughed, and the girl's giggles irritated Brenda Lee even more. Ever 
since the second day up here Janet had been clinging to her every chance she 
got. Yesterday, Janet had been trying to tell her something, but somehow 
could never get it into words. Brenda Lee had been patient for a while, then 
gave up. 

She never would have guessed that her younger cousin was trying to tell her 
that she had made love to Brenda Lee's father. And while Janet wanted to 
share her incredible discovery with her friend, she feared Brenda Lee's 
anger about having sex with her father. 

"They'll talk for hours," Janet sighed, sitting down under the tree. 

"It bores me stiff," Brenda Lee sighed. 

"Me too!" 

"Where's your brother?" Brenda Lee asked casually, wondering if it wouldn't 
be fun to amuse herself by having Peter lick her pussy. 

"Mom and Peter left a while ago," Janet replied. "Mom wasn't feeling too 
good, and Peter had a bellyache." 

"No wonder with all the hamburgers he ate!" Brenda Lee laughed. So Peter's 
mother had beaten Brenda Lee to Peter's cute little tongue! She smiled to 
herself when she thought about how tired Peter would be tonight. His little 
tongue and prick had been very active all afternoon. 

What surprised Brenda Lee was the fact that Janet didn't even suspect what 
was going on between her younger brother and her mother. Particularly when 
Janet seemed to have sex on the brain. During the past two days Janet had 
asked Brenda Lee a thousand questions about sex. 

"Where's your father?" Brenda Lee asked casually. 

"He snuck off with your mother," Janet replied, looking directly at Brenda 
Lee to see what kind of reaction her friend would have. 

"I know. I saw them just before you came over here," Brenda Lee sighed. 

"Do you think my father is screwing your mother?" Janet asked slowly. 

Brenda Lee's eyes darted to Janet's face. When she saw that her cousin was 
perfectly serious, the thirteen-year-old girl shrugged her shoulders. 

"Maybe. So what? If they feel like it, why shouldn't they? Dad is no angel. 
He's been fucking Aunt Helen ever since we arrived up here." 

"Really?" Janet asked, hoping that she had the proper amount of surprise in 
her voice. She was surprised that Brenda Lee knew about it. 

"Really. I saw them." 

"When?" 

"That first day." 

"Where?" 

"In the cabin where John and Helen are staying." 

"Where was Uncle John?" Janet asked. 

"I don't know. He and Helen had a big fight and he walked out. My dad came 
to the cabin not long after. I saw him from the lagoon and I beached the 
boat and followed him." 

"And?" Janet pressed eagerly. 

"And he went into the cabin and talked with Helen for a few minutes. She was 
real drunk. You know how she can be." 

"Yeah, she sure drinks a lot. What happened then?" Janet pressed anxiously. 

"Well," Brenda Lee replied, lowering her voice so that no one but Janet 
could hear what she had to say as she told her twelve-year-old friend about 
the scene in the cabin. 

"You mean he just opened his pants and pulled his prick out and made her 
kneel down and take it in her mouth?" Janet demanded. 

"Sure. And after that he said he was going to fuck the hell out of her and 
he did," Brenda Lee replied. 

"Gee!" 

"I think they did it again that night he drove her to the movies, remember?" 

"Sure." 

"And I'm pretty sure they were at it again today." 

"How... how do you feel about it?" Janet asked carefully, watching Brenda 
Lee's face for some sign. 

"About what?" 

"About your dad fucking other women?" 

"What about it?" Brenda Lee said with a shrug of her shoulders. "I mean, if 
he wants to and the other woman wants him to, what's wrong with it?" 

"Do you feel the same about your mother screwing my father?" Janet 
persisted. 

"Sure. If you must know, Janet," Brenda Lee said with an exaggerated sigh, 
"I'm no virgin. I think sex is great and if two people feel like making it 
together, I think it's great." 

Janet was silent for a long moment. She desperately wanted to tell Brenda 
Lee about her adventure with Brenda Lee's father, but she had trouble 
summoning up the courage. 

"Brenda Lee ..." Janet began hesitantly. 

"Look, Janet, if you want to tell me something, tell me! Don't start that 
thing you were on yesterday." 

"I'm not a virgin anymore, either!" Janet blurted out. 

"Really?" Brenda Lee said quickly. She couldn't hide her surprise. 

"Really." 

"When?" Brenda Lee asked. 

"The night before last." 

"Here?" Brenda Lee asked with even more surprise. 

"Yes." 

"Who?" Brenda Lee asked quickly. 

"Promise you won't get mad?" 

"Why should I get mad?" Brenda Lee demanded. "Of course I won't get 
mad-unless you don't tell me." 

"With your father," Janet blurted. 

"You ... you and dad?" 

"That's right," Janet replied, both pride and confidence edging into her 
voice. 

"Tell me what happened!" Brenda Lee said anxiously, her curiosity and 
excitement clear in her voice. 

"I was down in the parking area when your dad and Aunt Helen came home from 
the movies. Helen was so drunk she'd passed out on the front seat and your 
dad was mad as hell at her. Somehow she managed to walk up the path by 
herself and your father sat in the car smoking a cigarette. He was pretty 
drunk himself." 

"Dad?" 

"At least he seemed to be drunk when I walked over to the car. He had me sit 
beside him and we talked a little." 

"Then what happened?" Brenda Lee asked, leaning forward. 

Janet explained that she started talking about sex. She omitted the fact 
that she had blackmailed Brenda Lee's father by threatening to expose the 
fact that he and Helen had been making it. The way she told the story to 
Brenda Lee it sounded like Harold had seduced her because she was such a 
beautiful young girL 

It sounded so incredible Brenda Lee wondered if it had really happened or if 
Janet was making it all up. She decided to test her cousin. 

"I hope you didn't let him know how small his prick was," Brenda Lee 
remarked. 

"Small! His prick was the biggest thing I've ever seen. I could hardly get 
it in my mouth, it was so big. Are all men built like your father? It was so 
big he couldn't even get it inside me." 

"But I thought you said you weren't a" virgin anymore," Brenda Lee 
responded. 

"Well, I sucked his cock!" the younger girl replied defensively. "And he 
kissed me... down there! Now I've told you. It's your turn to tell me who 
you did it with." 

Brenda Lee hesitated for a few moments, wondering if she could trust Janet 
completely. She was dying to tell somebody about all the things that had 
happened to her since she arrived. She was now convinced that Janet had 
balled her father. 

Her cousin's story was too sincere to be something she had made up. 

"Promise you'll keep it a secret?" she demanded. 

"Of course!" Janet responded with a small amount of indignation in her 
voice. 

"I made it with Uncle John," Brenda Lee said softly, going on to detail 
everything that had happened that first time on the ledge by the waters of 
Puget Sound. She described how her uncle had gone down on her and licked her 
pussy until she almost cried with joy. Then she told Janet how Uncle John 
had taught her all about sucking cock. 

"Did he put it in you?" Janet asked eagerly. 

"Sure." 

"When?" 

"That first time, and every time we've balled since." 

"Did it hurt?" Janet wanted to know. 

"No. Ill tell you a secret," Brenda Lee said in almost a whisper. "Uncle 
John has a very small prick. It's not much bigger than Peter's." 

"Peter's!" 

Brenda Lee could have bitten her tongue! She recognized her slip the minute 
the words were out of her mouth. 

"And Uncle John is very sensitive about it," 

Brenda Lee added quickly. 

"Have you been playing with Peter?" Janet demanded with surprise. "I didn't 
think Peter knew anything about sex at all. Has my brother fucked you?" 

Brenda Lee thought fast. She couldn't deny it now, not after that slip. Even 
so, she couldn't tell Janet what Peter had told her about how his mother had 
taught him everything. At least not yet! 

"Sure. We made it this afternoon out on the ledge," Brenda Lee said. 

"On the same ledge where Uncle John seduced you? Was Peter any good? Did he 
know anything at all? What was it like? How big is his prick?" 

Janet's questions came like the fire from an automatic rifle. Brenda Lee 
smiled. 

"Peter's just a boy," Brenda Lee remarked very maturely. "He's okay, but he 
has a lot to learn." 

"Gee!" Janet sighed. "Why is it that nobody ever tells us anything about 
sex? Why do we have to learn everything ourselves? You were so lucky to have 
Uncle John teach you, Brenda Lee." 

"Well, you had my father." 

"He was too drunk to teach me very much, and he was real afraid that we'd be 
caught. I wish I'd been with Uncle John. Your father's prick is too big 
anyway! Look! Uncle John is coming this way!" 

Brenda Lee turned to see her uncle walking toward them. She quickly 
whispered to Janet not to let on that she had told her anything. 

"Well, what are you two girls up to?" John Lawson remarked as he walked up 
to where the two young girls were sitting beneath the fir tree. 

"Nothing," Brenda Lee sighed. 

"I've been trying to get Brenda Lee to tell me about sex," Janet said 
quickly. Even though she drew a whithering glance from her cousin, the 
twelve-year-old girl continued defiantly. "She treats me as if I was an 
innocent virgin!" 

Janet surprised herself with her audacity in front of her 
thirty-six-year-old uncle, but the knowledge that he had been teaching her 
thirteen-year-old cousin all about sex made her bold. 

"And aren't you an innocent virgin?" John asked with a smile as he openly 
appraised his twelve-year-old niece's budding young body in the dim light. 

"No," she said boldly. 

"She is so!" Brenda Lee said. "You've never had a man inside you." 

"I had your father in my mouth!" Janet said quickly. "And he had his mouth 
between my legs!" 

"But you never had him inside you." 

"I would have if his prick hadn't been so big," the younger girl replied 
defensively. 

Brenda Lee looked up and smiled when she saw a growing 'bulge in the crotch 
of Uncle John's slacks. 

"Look, we're turning him on, Janet," she laughed, pointing openly to his 
growing hard-on. 

"What the hell do you expect when I hear two pretty girls talking like 
this?" John said quietly. 

"Are you in the mood for sex?" Brenda Lee asked with a girlish giggle. 

"I'm always in the mood for you," John said. While nothing had been said, he 
was certain that Brenda Lee had told Janet everything. He wondered if it was 
true that Janet had been playing games with Brenda Lee's father? That 
thought brought a feeling of relief sweeping through John's body. At least 
he wasn't the only one balling a pubescent girl at the family reunion! 

"Want to sneak off somewhere?" Brenda Lee asked in a whisper. 

"Now?" John asked. 

"Sure." 

"Hey, what about me?" Janet demanded. 

"What about you?" Brenda Lee asked. 

"Can't I come with you two? I mean, can't we have a party or something? An 
orgy! Please!" 

"It's okay with me," Brenda Lee said slowly. "Can she, Uncle John?" 

"I'd be crazy to say ho, wouldn't I?" John laughed. "Especially with two of 
the prettiest, sexiest girls in the whole state of Washington." 

"Where can we go?" Brenda Lee asked. "It's too cold to go out to the ledge." 

"The room at the end of the hall in the old barn is empty," Janet said 
excitedly. "And there's no one near it. No one could hear us there." 

"But the three of us can't walk into the barn together," John remarked 
quickly. 

"Well go separately," Janet said excitedly. "Ill go in first to make sure 
nobody's walking around. Then Brenda Lee can follow me and Uncle John can 
come in last. Come on!" 

 Chapter Six 

John Lawson's heart raced in his chest as he walked quickly down the hall in 
the loft of the old barn. He'd been lucky so far. Nobody had seen him follow 
the girls up to the barn, and there'd been nobody inside when he entered. 

He wondered how a thirty-six-year-old man could ever explain that he was on 
his way to a sex orgy with a twelve and a thirteen-year-old girl. The whole 
thing was madness! It was a madness that he knew would be difficult to give 
up. 

John Lawson's sex life had been one embarrassing incident after another 
until he met Helen. John had been cursed with an undersized penis. It was 
barely five inches long and not much thicker than his finger. In college 
girls had laughed at him when they saw the size of his cock. 

Helen Markham was the first girl he met that didn't laugh at the size of his 
cock. On their second date she admitted that she didn't care about the size 
of his prick, that she was devoted to having her cunt eaten and if he knew 
how to do that, he was all the man she'd ever want. 

After one week of licking Helen's pussy every night, John proposed to her 
and she accepted. They were married the following month, and not long 
afterward John Lawson found himself in a living hell. Helen had him lick her 
cunt twice and three times a day, but she began pretending that she had to 
be satisfied with having her pussy eaten because his prick was too smaJJ to 
satisfy her. 

Helen's fiction grew to where she actually believed it after a number of 
years. John had thought about divorcing her a dozen times, but he never took 
it any further than the thinking stage. Although he was miserably unhappy 
with Helen, he knew he would never find another woman who would accept his 
undersized prick. 

When Helen began drinking heavily, John knew that their marriage was 
probably doomed. Yet he still refused to let go of her, even when she 
disgusted him with her drunkenness. 

Then suddenly his entire life changed in a matter of moments when he seduced 
his thirteen-year-old cousin. She loved the size of his prick! And when she 
told him that she had seen her father screwing Helen, John felt no jealousy 
at all. In fact, when Brenda Lee described the size of her father's prick 
and told him how Helen had screamed bloody murder when Harold shoved it in 
her, John felt warm all over. Helen got her big prick! He hoped Harold made 
her beg for mercy! 

John stopped in the deep shadow at the corner of the hall when he heard the 
muffled sound of voices from somewhere nearby. Was somebody up here? The 
thought of being caught with these young girls sent shivers racing up and 
down the thirty-six-year-old man's spine. Could it be the girls talking in 
the room, he wondered? * "Hell be here any minute!" Janet exclaimed 
breathlessly as they finished tacking the blanket over the window so that 
the light in the room couldn't be seen. 

"Why don't we take our clothes off so we'll be naked when he arrives?" 
Brenda Lee suggested with a giggle. 

"Okay," Janet said, quickly slipping out of her sweater and unbuttoning her 
jeans. 

"Are you sure that there was nobody here when you came in?" Brenda Lee asked 
as she stepped out of her jeans and stood naked in the center of the room. 

"Positive," Janet assured her. 

"The only people who could be here are mom and Peter, and their rooms are 
down on the first floor on the other side of the bam. They can't hear us up 
here." 

"Well still have to be very quiet," Brenda Lee remarked a little nervously. 
"I sure don't want to get caught!" 

"Me, neither!" Janet agreed. "Gee, you've got plenty of hair on youi: pussy. 
Mine's almost bald. See?" 

"It will grow," Brenda Lee remarked maturely. "Your boobs are filling out 
good." 

"Not like yours, though," Janet replied with a pout. "Do you do anything 
special to make them grow?" 

"Not really. They say sex makes them grow fast, especially when the man 
sucks on them," Brenda Lee imparted sriously. 

"Hey, why don't we turn the light on so he can see us as soon as he walks 
in?" 

"I think I hear him now," Brenda Lee exclaimed. "Remember, we have to be 
quiet." 

Janet flicked the overhead light on and they both turned to the door to 
watch Uncle John step into the room. Both girls giggled softly when he 
opened the door and began to walk in and then seemed to freeze in his steps 
when he saw their naked bodies. 

"Come in and close the door," Brenda Lee said anxiously when her uncle 
remained frozen in the doorway. 

John Lawson's balls throbbed and his muscles seemed to freeze when he opened 
the door to find the two young girls standing there naked waiting for him. 
It was perhaps the most erotically thrilling sight he'd ever seen. 

His eyes were first drawn to twelve-year-old Janet's nubile body. She wasn't 
as well developed as Brenda Lee, but she was a year younger he reminded 
himself. Like her mother, Janet was a light brunette. Her hair was the color 
of coffee with a dash of cream and her skin was pale white. Her budding 
breasts were the size of small pears and stood proudly on her slender chest. 
The nipples were extended and looked like miniature pears themselves. 

Janet's waist was a little plump and she had a small pot just above her 
crotch. Her pussy was almost bare of pubic hair and her slit was plainly 
visible. Her sparse pubic hair formed the outline of what one day would be 
her nest. Janet's legs were plump with baby fat but well formed. Her thighs 
were full and tapered to slender calves and tiny ankles. One of her best 
features was her girlish ass. It was round and firm and stuck out behind her 
at a saucy angle. 

John's eyes darted over to Brenda Lee's body, with which they were already 
familiar. No matter how many times he studied her naked form, John couldn't 
get enough of her. 

In contrast to Janet, Brenda Lee was a honey blonde whose long hair hung 
straight down her curved back. Her hair was so straight it almost looked 
like she had ironed it. 

Brenda Lee's tits were much larger and better formed than Janet's. They were 
full and heavy, like small, ripe melons. Her nipples were like tiny cherries 
poised at the crest of each sphere. 

The older girl's cunt also contrasted with that of her younger cousin. 
Brenda Lee had a fine growth of blonde pubic hair covering her crotch. The 
lips of her pussy were visible beneath this light growth and John 
unconsciously licked his lips while he stared at the child's cunt. 

The man's trance was broken when Brenda Lee urged him into the room and 
closed and bolted the door behind him. 

"Did anybody see either one of you?" he asked nervously. 

"No," both girls replied at once. 

"Good!" John said with a sigh of relief. He knew it was madness to be in 
this room with two naked children, but he also knew he couldn't summon the 
will power to deny himself his new found pleasure. The thought of spending 
the rest of his life in prison for child molestation and statutory rape had 
been haunting him from the first moment he had touched his niece's nubile, 
thirteen-year-old body, but even that horrible spectre could not stop him. 

"Are you going to just stand there?" Brenda Lee demanded with a laugh. 

"I was just admiring Janet's body," John said. "You're a beautiful woman, 
Janet." 

The twelve-year-old girl beamed with pride when he called her a woman and 
she lost some of her self-consciousness about being naked in front of her 
uncle and her cousin. 

"She doesn't have much hair on her pussy," Brenda Lee remarked cuttingly as 
a spark of jealousy swept through her. 

"It'll grow," John said with a smile on his lips. 

"With sex," Brenda Lee laughed. "Aren't you horny, Uncle John?" 

"Who could be in a room with two naked women like this and not be horny?" 
John replied with a chuckle. 

"Have you got a hard-on?" Brenda Lee asked impishly. 

"Why don't you find out?" John suggested. 

Brenda Lee boldly walked up to her uncle and placed her hand on his crotch. 

"OH! It IS hard! Come feel it, Janet." 

The suggestion both excited and embarrassed Janet. Brenda Lee was so brazen! 
She did and said whatever she felt like! Janet walked over, shyly averting 
her eyes, and stood next to the lush naked body of her cousin. 

"Here, put your hand on it!" Brenda Lee urged, taking Janet's hand and 
placing it firmly on top of their uncle's throbbing prick. "You can feel it 
quiver. See! That means he's excited." 

"Gee!" was all Janet could think of to say. She wondered if her uncle had 
felt her hand tremble? She was so aroused her entire body seemed to quiver 
with excitement. She could feel that demanding itch between her legs and her 
nipples were warm and very sensitive. 

"I'd like to taste it," Brenda Lee said suggestively. "Would you like us to 
suck your cock, Uncle John? We could take turns. Why don't you take your 
clothes off so we can all be naked together?" 

"It is warm in here," John laughed. 

"Here, we'll help," Brenda Lee said. "Janet, you take his pants off and I'll 
help with his jacket and shirt." 

Reluctantly, Janet removed her hand from her uncle's bulging hard-on and 
began loosening his belt and unbuttoning his fly. She was awkward and her 
fingers seemed like big balloons as she worked on his pants, but she finally 
managed to open his belt and unzip his pants. 

Brenda Lee had already helped him slip out of his jacket and shirt and she 
began helping Janet pull the older man's slacks down. Once they had his 
slacks down to his knees, they quickly pulled his shorts down his thighs. 

Janet's eyes bulged when she saw her uncle's hard cock spring free of his 
shorts to stick straight out from his groin. It was so much shorter and 
thinner than her Uncle Harold's! And it was as smooth as a piece of ivory 
instead of gnarled like the trunk of an old tree. 

"Isn't that a beautiful prick!" Brenda Lee exclaimed excitedly, nudging 
Janet to remind her to make Uncle John feel that his cock was something 
special and desirable. 

"Golly, it sure is!" Janet remarked, taking her cue. 

Janet watched her cousin casually wrap her finger around the swollen shaft 
of their uncle's hard penis. The way she did it so naturally made the 
younger girl envious of her sophistication. 

"And it's nice and hot," Brenda Lee exclaimed. "Feel it!" 

Janet needed no urging now. She reached out and took the throbbing organ in 
her hand as soon as Brenda Lee removed her fingers from his shaft. 

"Doesn't that feel nice?" Brenda Lee asked. 

"Wow, yes!" 

"Wait till you taste it!" Brenda Lee said. "It's like candy." 

"Can I?" 

"Have you ever ... sucked cock before, Janet?" John asked hesitantly, his 
balls aching beyond belief as the two girls fondled his cock and talked 
about it so casually. 

"Sure!" Janet said as confidently as she could when she remembered how she 
had barely been able to get the huge head of Uncle Harold's prick inside her 
mouth. 

"Did you enjoy it?" John asked. 

"Sure! Can I taste yours?" Janet asked, squeezing the throbbing rod she held 
in her hand. 

"Sure," John moaned. 

Janet quickly dropped to her knees at the older man's feet and brought her 
cute, heart shaped lips to the swollen tip of his straining organ. She was 
careful not to hesitate, even though she was very unsure of herself. She 
didn't want him to know that this was really her first time. The time with 
Brenda Lee's father didn't count because she really couldn't take his giant 
prick in her small mouth and had to be content with just holding the swollen 
head between her lips while he'd stroked himself. 

The aroma of her uncle's crotch made her nose twitch. She inhaled deeply and 
felt her body tremble with excitement. 

"Lick it first," Brenda Lee suggested. "He likes that." 

Taking her eousin's suggestion, Janet slid her tongue between her lips and 
brought it to the trembling flesh she held in her hand. She felt the lips of 
her pussy quiver the moment the flavor of his sex exploded on her taste 
buds. It was salty, but nowhere near as strong as the heavy flavor of Uncle 
Harold's prick. 

"Watching her lick it makes me hot!" Brenda Lee said with a shudder. She 
boldly took her uncle's hand and placed it between her legs and clamped it 
between her thighs. "Play with me!" 

John's eyes were glued to the sight of twelve-year-old Janet licking his 
aching dick, but he wormed his finger up Brenda Lee's hot little nest. The 
thirteen-year-old girl was already damp and his finger slid directly into 
her warm, tight hole. 

"Oodoohhhh!!! I like that!" Brenda Lee exclaimed. "He's got his finger in my 
cunt, Janet. OOOooohhh!!!" 

Janet glanced over and saw that her uncle's hand was locked between her 
cousin's thighs and the sight made her heart beat faster. She returned her 
attention to the older man's straining penis and slipped her moist velvet 
lips over the swollen knob at the end of his shaft. 

The young girl was pleasantly surprised at the ease with which she was able 
to take Uncle John's cock in her mouth. She didn't have to stretch her jaws 
until they ached, or force her lips apart until they felt like they were 
splitting. John's penis was the perfect size for her mouth. It slid inside 
her warm oral cavity like a candycane. 

For a moment she felt like she was going to gag when his hard prick 
depressed her tongue, but she quickly adjusted to the new sensation of 
having his surging organ in her mouth. The young girl loved the way it 
trembled and throbbed against her tongue as she slid it all the way into her 
throat. 

Janet was surprised at how aroused she was becoming by sucking her uncle's 
prick! There was a pleasant warmth spreading through her body and her pussy 
was becoming hotter by the minute! Even her nipples were becoming aroused as 
she moved her lips in and out at the thirty-six-year-old man's crotch. 

"My turn!" Brenda Lee announced, wiggling free of her uncle's hand between 
her legs and dropping to her knees beside Janet. "It looks delicious!" 

At Brenda Lee's urging, Janet reluctantly took her mouth away from Uncle 
John's hot cock. As she withdrew, she was almost pushed aside by Brenda Lee. 
Her cousin brought her open mouth to John's now thoroughly moist cock and 
sucked it inside her lips in one swift movement. 

John Lawson's balls rumbled dangerously as he stood staring down at the two 
nubile young girls kneeling at his feet. He watched Brenda Lee slide his 
aching rod into her young mouth for a thrilling moment, then allowed his 
eyes to be filled with the lovely vision of four sweet tits bobbing and 
jiggling near his knees. 

How many men had ever experienced anything like this, he wondered? How many 
guys had ever had two cute young girls, not even high school age, kneel 
before them to caress, lick, and suck then-cocks? The sight of their silky 
hair, their soft, pale skin, the bobbing tits, the cute young slits and 
their pert young asses was almost too much for him. 

His nuts felt like somebody was using a blow-torch on them! They were hot 
and swollen and ached like they were being squeezed in a powerful vise! He 
noticed that Janet had her hand on his balls and was playing with them while 
Brenda Lee sucked his cock. 

"Christ, girls! I'm ready to explode!" he moaned. 

Janet looked up and locked her eyes on his. The lust in his gaze thrilled 
her and she squeezed his swirling balls affectionately in her hand. 

"Hey! Look, I'll cum if you don't stop!" John moaned, gritting his teeth in 
an effort to control himself. 

Janet quickly looked at Brenda Lee to see how she took this announcement. 
Janet remembered having Brenda Lee's father's huge prick explode in her 
mouth like a wild firehose. She remembered how she'd almost gagged until she 
learned to swallow the unending flood of his hot, thick juice. Did Brenda 
Lee like having a man cum in her mouth? 

The twelve-year-old girl decided that her cousin must like it because Brenda 
Lee didn't slow down a bit. In fact, she seemed to move her lips up and down 
the length of his hard prick even faster. 

The sight of his hard penis sliding in and out of Brenda Lee's mouth excited 
Janet. Her pussy was burning and she longed to reach down and still the 
demanding itch with her hand. 

"Now! GOD, NOW!" John cried as his knees trembled and his hips jerked. 

Janet grasped his balls firmly when they began pumping and she squeezed them 
as hard as she could. She could actually feel his juices swirling about in 
his swollen testicles! She watched Brenda Lee's neck muscles and knew that 
her cousin was swallowing their uncle's semen. She was so excited that at 
that very moment her body quaked with a tiny orgasm. 

"UMMMMmmmm! That was delicious," Brenda Lee said, smacking and licking her 
lips. "Here, Janet, want a taste?" 

Janet didn't hesitate. She brough her mouth to the quaking prick her cousin 
held in her hand and quickly slid her lips around the swollen, wet tip. 

"Suck hard," Brenda Lee said. "I may have drained him. It's like a sex 
milkshake!" 

Janet drew on her cheeks and sucked her uncle's hot cock deep into her 
throat. She squeezed his balls in her hands in an attempt to pump an extra 
drop from his well of juice. She trembled with excitelnent when her efforts 
were rewarded with a tiny spurt of hot cum. 

"Hey, kids!" John groaned. "Give an old man a break! You've sucked me dry. 
Give me a chance to recover." 

Reluctantly, and with a pouting expression, Janet let his hot penis slide 
out of her mouth. They all laughed as John's legs became tangled in his 
shorts and pants as he tried to move toward the bed. Giggling, the girls 
pulled his pants and shorts free of his feet. 

The two young girls squealed with delight when John placed his arms around 
their waists and guided them to the bed against the wall. 

"Shhhh!" he cautioned as he pulled the two nubile bodies down on the bed, 
one young girl on each side of him. 

"But nobody can hear us," Brenda Lee protested. 

"Mom and my brother are the only people in the barn," Janet added, "and 
they're on the other side and on the main floor." 

"There's no sense taking chances," John argued. "As long as we talk low and 
don't make any extra noise, we're probably okay." 

"You worry too much," Brenda Lee laughed, reaching out boldly to take her 
uncle's limp penis in her hand. 

John laughed and placed a hand in each of the girls' laps. He felt his balls 
rumble with excitement when his fingers made contact with two, damp, young 
cunts at the same moment. 

"How does it feel to have two pussies to play with at the same time?" Brenda 
Lee asked with a giggle. 

"Good!" John sighed. 

"Stick your finger up me," Brenda Lee cried. 

"I'm hot!" 

"Me too!" Janet echoed, covering her embarrassment by following her cousin's 
lead. 

John rubbed their wet young slits for a moment, then turned around so that 
he was kneeling between the two young girls. Both were stretched out on 
their back and both had their thighs spread apart so that the flower of 
their sex was in full bloom before his eyes. 

The thirty-six-year-old man reached down and fondled the two waiting cunts. 
They were both so young and warm! His eyes moved hungrily over their budding 
young chests and feasted on the sight of their luscious four tits pointed 
straight up at the ceiling. With a twitch in his balls, John reached out and 
grasped a tit in each hand for a moment, kneading and caressing the firm 
mounds affectionately. 

Then he returned his hands to the two lovely cunts blossoming before his 
eyes and slipped his middle finger into their warm, tight holes. 

"AAAaaahhh!!!" Brenda Lee sighed, squirming as she felt her vagina suddenly 
filled with her uncle's finger. 

"OH!" Janet gasped. She felt his finger begin worming its way up inside her 
and it felt good! It was tight, and there was a little friction, but she 
found it thrilling to have this handsome older man probing inside her 
girlish, nubile pussy. 

"Two such luscious cunts!" John moaned as he began slowly fucking the young 
girls with his fingers. Janet's twat was much tighter than Brenda Lee's. It 
felt like she was holding his finger in a tight grip. 

He loved to watch their young bodies squirm and writhe like this! They were 
so completely natural! 

"OOOooohhh!!! That feels so good!" Brenda Lee sighed. "Don't you love to 
have him shove his finger up you like this, Janet?" 

"Yes!" Janet moaned. She was so aroused she hardly trusted herself to speak 
at this point. 

"These cunts look so delicious," John said, "they make my mouth water. I 
want to dip my tongue into one of these honey pots. Which one will it be?" 

"Mine!" Brenda cried quickly. "No. Eat Janet's pussy first. She's never had 
your tongue in her cunt. Do you want him to lick you, Janet?" 

"Yes!" Janet gasped. 

"Hey!" Brenda Lee cried. "I know! You eat Janet and 111 suck your cock hard. 
That will be fun! Okay?" 

"Well..." 

"Please!" Brenda Lee pleaded with youthful enthusiasm. "Itll be fun. You can 
stretch out and Janet can sit on your face. She can even watch me suck your 
cock while you eat her cunt. Okay, Janet?" 

"Well, sure ..." Janet said hesitantly, not really willing to share him with 
her cousin while he ate her, yet unwilling to fight Brenda Lee's enthusiasm. 

"See! It's settled. Stretch out here. Thexel Perfect. Now, Janet, you climb 
up and sit on his face. Face me and you can watch me suck him while he licks 
you. That's it." 

Janet was mad at herself for letting Brenda Lee manipulate her like this, 
but she secretly admitted to herself that it sounded exciting. She threw her 
leg over her uncle's head and poised her body so that her crotch was 
directly above his face. Then, with her cousin's urging, she lowered her 
pussy to her uncle's mouth. 

John found himself staring directly up into his twelve-year-old niece's 
hairless pussy. The sight of her tender young slit poised above his face 
made his balls twitch. The lips of her young cunt were pink and damp. He 
could see beads of her excitement clinging to her vulva. Her small anus was 
puckered like a starfish between the firm cheeks of her full tail. God, what 
a sexy sight, he said to himself! 

"Sit on his mouth!" Brenda Lee urged. "That's it! Cover his mouth with your 
cunt." 

"OOOooohhh!!!" Janet moaned when she felt his tongue slide between the lips 
of her pussy and go directly to the most sensitive part of her sex. The way 
he flicked his tongue against her button made her entire body break out with 
perspiration! 

"Doesn't that feel good?" Brenda Lee asked excitedly. 

"OH! OH, YES!" 

Janet remembered how hot she became when Brenda Lee's father ate her. Uncle 
John was every bit as exciting! Her blood was beginning to race through her 
veins like a raging river! 

"Has he licked your asshole yet?" Brenda Lee asked as she climbed between 
her uncle's legs and knelt between his thighs. "I think that feels super 
when he licks my asshole. Look, Janet, his cock is already partly hard!" 

Janet opened her eyes to see her cousin holding her uncle's penis in her 
hands. While she watched, Brenda Lee leaned down and began licking the head 
of his prick lustily. 

"Ummmm!!! His prick tastes super!" Brenda 

Lee exclaimed. 

Janet watched her cousin slowly draw her uncle's rapidly swelling cock into 
her mouth. It was a stimulating sight, but the twelve-year-old girl did not 
need much additional stimulation at this point. Her thirty-six-year-old 
uncle's tongue was driving her wild! First he caressed and teased her 
clitoris until she almost came, then he changed pace and began lapping her 
entire slit like a cow licking a bar of salt on a hot day. When this had her 
at the point of climax, he stopped and again changed pace to jam the tip of 
his tongue first into her asshole and then into her hot vagina. 

"OOOoooeee!!!" she cried, squirming her tail and grinding her boiling hot 
crack against his moving lips. 

Janet knew he was playing with her, teasing her to see just How hot he could 
get her, and she loved it! She didn't know if she'd ever been this excited 
before! She loved the way his tongue covered every inch of her sex, even her 
asshole! 

"Gee, this looks hard enough to fuck with!" Brenda Lee said as she took 
John's hard cock out of her mouth and stroked it rapidly with her fist. 

Janet smiled when she saw Brenda Lee crawl up on her knees so that she was 
straddling her uncle's body with her crotch directly above his hard cock she 
held in her hand. The twelve-year-old girl wondered what her cousin intended 
to do? 

"I love to sit on a prick," Brenda Lee said as she squirmed around until she 
was able to hold Uncle John's cock in her hand and press the swollen pink 
head against her moist slit. 

Janet watched her cousin slowly bring her crotch down on his shaft. She 
could hardly believe her eyes when she saw Uncle John's hard penis slowly 
begin disappearing inside Brenda Lee's cunt. Brenda Lee was going to sit on 
it, take it all the way up her, fuck him while Janet watched-and while he 
was busy eating Janet's pussy! 

Janet's eyes were held in a hypnotic trance as Brenda Lee took inch after 
inch of their uncle's hard prick up her cunt. She could see his shaft slowly 
disappearing as the lips of her cousin's vagina slowly slid down his stalk. 

"WOW! Does that ever feel neat!" Brenda Lee gasped as she forced her hips 
down and completely swallowed her uncle's hard organ inside her hot box. 

Janet had to grit her teeth to keep from cumming! The sight of his prick 
gliding up into her cousin's body while he continued licking her hot sex 
hungrily sent the inexperienced young girl to the brink of orgasm. 

"Here, let's play with each other," Brenda Lee said, reaching out and 
placing her warm young hands on Janet's bobbing breasts. "I'll play with 
yours and you play with mine." 

Janet obeyed the year-older girl without question, reaching out and cupping 
her cousin's firm tits in her hands. She was completely intoxicated on sex 
now. Her uncle's tongue in her pussy was like an electric motor driving her 
body faster and faster toward a giant cliff! 

And now she had Brenda Lee's hands on her breasts! Brenda Lee was massaging 
and caressing her firmly, kneading her sensitive nipples between her thumbs 
and forefingers. Janet thought her entire body was going to go up in flames 
at any minute! It felt like her skin was actually on fire! 

"OH, WOWIE!" 

Janet's attention was momentarily diverted when Brenda Lee cried out 
excitedly. She watched her pretty cousin bouncing wildly up and down on 
their uncle's pole like she was riding a crazy merry-go-round. Janet 
continued massaging her cousins bouncing tits and watched her forehead 
wrinkle and become drenched in perspiration as her excitement consumed her. 

John was also having trouble controlling himself. Licking Janet's 
deliciously fresh young slit was exciting enough. The taste of her sweet sex 
made his balls expand with desire. And then there was the excitement of 
Brenda Lee's tongue and mouth on his cock and balls. She certainly knew how 
to arouse him! 

But when she climbed up and sat on his prick, John's body caught fire! Her 
tight little twat wrapped around his throbbing meat like a tight fist and 
his hips began jerking frantically. He heard the two young girls talk about 
playing with each other's tits and he could just imagine that scene as they 
both rode his body! 

His eyes were fastened on the beads of moisture that were beginning to run 
down the crack between the firm cheeks of Janet's young ass. They trickled 
to her puckered asshole, then slowly flowed around that dark flower to seep 
to his nose that was buried in her hot hole. 

"AAAAAAAAAaaaiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeee!!!!!!" Brenda Lee cried when her orgasm 
consumed her young bouncing body. 

" YYYyyiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeee!!!" 

Janet's cry of joy came on the heels of Brenda Lee's scream. Her whole body 
seemed to be caught in an intense spasnfas a climax of earthquake force 
ripped through her innocent system. She closed her eyes and clenched her 
teeth. This was even more thrilling than what she had experienced with 
Brenda Lee's father in the car that night. 

"He's cumming inside me!" Brenda Lee cried suddenly, her body once again 
going into spasms as she felt her uncle's semen splashing into her vagina. 
"He's shooting in me right now! OH! OOOHHH!!" 

Janet smiled affectionately when her cousin's body quivered and quaked with 
a fresh orgasm, but the twelve-year-old girl had to move. She had 
experienced such an intense climax that her uncle's tongue, which continued 
to lap at her sex, was beginning to hurt her. She pulled her sopping wet 
pussy away from Uncle John's mouth and scooted back to collapse on the bed. 

Moments later, Brenda Lee allowed her body to slide away from her uncle's 
now deflated penis. She rolled over to stretch out beside her uncle. 

"That was fun!" she sighed. "Did you like it?" 

"Are you kidding?" John laughed. 

"How about you, Janet?" 

"It was ... super!" she sighed. 

"We should have orgies like this all the time," Brenda Lee said. 

"I'm willing-as long as my prick holds out," John laughed, reaching over to 
fondly caress Brenda Lee's firm chest. 

"And as long as we don't get caught," Janet said. "I thought I heard 
something." 

"What?" Brenda Lee asked quickly. 

"SH!" Janet cautioned, climbing off the bed and walking over to press her 
ear against the door. 

John's eyes followed the nubile twelve-year-old's body as she walked naked 
across the room. He was amazed at the way his tired balls reacted with a 
faint twitch as he followed the young girl's jiggling young buttocks. 

"There! I think I heard it!" Brenda Lee exclaimed in a hoarse, excited 
whisper. 

This time 'John heard it, the sound of someone moving something across the 
floor. He listened carefully, his heart almost stopped with the thought of 
being caught naked with these two young girls. 

"It's downstairs," Janet announced in a low whisper as she walked back to 
the bed. "Somebody is downstairs on this side of the building." 

"Can they hear us?" Brenda Lee asked anxiously. 

"Not if we're quiet," John said quickly. "We don't dare make any noise." 

"But how will we ever get out of here is there's somebody downstairs?" 
Brenda Lee demanded. "They're bound to see us." 

"Or one of us," Janet replied. "Look, I'll go down first. Ill talk to 
whoever it is and somehow draw them outside. When I do, I'll slam the front 
door so you'll hear it. Then you two get out of here. Okay?" 

Both Brenda Lee and John nodded. John hated himself for being so helpless 
under stress like this. He admired the way that Janet had tackled and solved 
the problem so logically. 

 Chapter Seven 

At the age of forty, Larry was the oldest of the Lawson children. He was 
also the most experienced in just about everything. Larry was into his 
second wife and out of his first bankruptcy. Both financially and 
emotionally, Larry's life had much in common with a roller coaster. His ups 
and downs were almost legend with the family. 

The one thing that remained constant was Larry's magnetic personality. He 
had the capacity of winning over almost every human being he met, however 
casually. People liked him. People trusted him. People thought, with some 
validity, that Larry was capable of just about anything. 

From Larry's view, one of his outstanding assets was his nose for sex. In 
sex, Larry Lawson was an Olympic caliber athlete. He was one of those men 
about whom it was so often said that "he'd screw a snake, if somebody would 
hold its head." Larry's favorite expression was that a "girl had a perfect 
set of legs providing she had feet on one end and a cunt on the other." He 
prided himself on his lack of sexual prejudice. In his life Larry had 
screwed women of every race, color and creed, and of every age bracket, 
including a woman of over seventy with whom he had an affair that lasted 
over two weeks. 

Larry considered his nose infallible where sex was concerned. He often said 
that he could smell sex at a hundred yards. His nose told him which women 
would jump into bed with him and which ones wouldn't. He could walk into a 
cocktail party and "sniff out" who was having an affair with whom. 

At this particular moment Larry Lawson was on one of the high points of his 
roller coaster life. Five years ago he had managed to invest in a real 
estate development in northern California that was successful beyond even 
the developer's dreams and Larry was enjoying the best income of his life. 

He was married to a woman who understood him and who didn't give a damn how 
many affairs he had as long as he continued to service her. Elaine had even 
allowed him to bring a strange girl home to their marriage bed several times 
for some interesting threesome activity. 

Larry's daughter by his first wife, Christy, had reached the age of sixteen 
and was considered by one and all as a raving beauty. She was a straight "A" 
student and got along well with her stepmother. Larry's only regret was that 
Christy shared one unfortunate part of her mother's personality-she was a 
rather straightlaced prude. 

Ever since they arrived at the reunion Larry's nose had been twitching. 
There was sex here. The old family home reeked of it! In fact, there was so 
much sex in the air Larry's nose was confused by the various scents! Larry 
wasn't worried. He knew that he would get to the bottom of it and get his 
share, something he certainly hadn't counted on when they set out for the 
family reunion. 

Larry's first bit of sorting out of the scents took place about an hour 
after they arrived when his brother Bill and his sister Gloria greeted him 
in the kitchen of the main house. The moment they walked into the kitchen 
Larry knew that they were balling each other. 

His suspicion was confirmed when he put his arms around Gloria. The way she 
trembled in his embrace told Larry a great deal. The fact that Bill was 
banging Gloria wasn't too surprising to Larry. Bill and Gloria had always 
been close as children, and Larry remembered suspecting that they played 
hand games when they were all growing up. 

And no one would blame Bill for balling Gloria! Larry had always thought of 
his younger sister as one hell of a desirable piece of ass. She had those 
big, heavy yet firm jugs Larry loved, and her legs were nothing less than 
great. He wondered if Bill had it locked in or if it was possible that Larry 
might just slip in for a quick fuck while they were at the reunion? It was 
something to file away in his sexual computer. 

Larry's instinct told him that Bill and Gloria were only balling each 
other-at least at the moment. So they didn't account for all of the wild 
vibrations Larry's nose was so busy receiving. 

"So what have you been up to?" Gloria asked Larry as she linked her arm in 
his and walked down the trail beneath the tall firs with her brother after 
dinner. 

"Making money," Larry laughed, "for a change! 

Enjoying life." 

"Chasing everything in skirts," Gloria added with a laugh. 

"That, too!" Larry agreed. "Ill ball any gal who will slow down long enough 
to enjoy a few minutes of bliss. Interested?" 

Larry saw his sister blush and congratulated himself on an accurate 
appraisal of what she'd been doing with Bill. His remark had been casual and 
delivered with his most winning smile, but Gloria had taken it personally 
for a brief moment-long enough for Larry's analytical mind to know he was 
right. 

"You'd better be careful," Gloria responded quickly in attempt to cover her 
momentary embarrassment, "or some day 111 take you up on that and we'll be 
guilty of the horrible crime of incest, brother dear." 

"Incest, Gloria," Larry returned with a light laugh, "ceased to be a crime 
and became a sport with the introduction of The Pill. Modern families can 
ball all they want without diluting the bloodline-or whatever in the hell 
incestual birth was supposed to produce. Just remember, you're my favorite 
sister and the offer stands." 

"How's Elaine?" Gloria asked, quickly changing the subject. Although Larry 
made his remarks with a strain of light humor in his voice, she knew that he 
was serious and it made her uncomfortable. 

"Tolerant as ever," Larry laughed. "Happy now that we bought a new house and 
have a good income. She even had a satisfying affair last year." 

"And you don't care?" Gloria asked. 

"Of course not," Larry replied. "YouTmowme. I think the world should have as 
many satisfying affairs as possible. I'm truly democratic about sex." 

"I wish I had your attitude," Gloria chuckled. "Does that extend to Christy? 
She's certainly become a raving beauty." 

"Listen, I wish Christy would get herself balled!" Larry said seriously. 
"I'm afraid my daughter is one of the real straights of our society. Christ, 
we had a pitched battle to get her to start taking The Pill! She said that 
her sense of morality was good enough that she didn't need the damned Pill. 
If Elaine and I hadn't set our foot down, Christy would never have started 
taking it." 

"Maybe she's an abreaction of her father," Gloria laughed. 

"Maybe. How's your daughter, Brenda Lee?" 

"Fine. No square, I'm afraid. Curious mind. Sometimes, too curious, I think. 
I'm not sure if she suggested The Pill, or if we did. Anyway, she's on it. 
Remember, she's much younger than Christy." 

"How old is Brenda Lee?" Larry asked. 

"Thirteen, going on thirty-three," Gloria laughed. 

"I know what you mean! How do you feel about your daughter balling, Gloria?" 
Larry asked with a chuckle. 

"Lord, I don't know! I haven't had to face that yet, thank God!" Gloria 
replied. 

"At thirteen she's old enough to ball, Gloria," 

Larry said. 

"At thirteen? Oh, come on! I know they start younger today, but not at 
thirteen!" 

"Honey, some of the kids today start at ten and eleven, believe me! How 
would you react if you suddenly found out that Brenda Lee was balling?" 

Gloria stooped for a moment and looked at her brother. 

"I honestly don't know,", she responded after a while. "With her on The 
Pill, at least I wouldn't have to worry about her becoming pregnant. Thank 
God for little favors! I think I'd be stunned-especially at the age of 
thirteen. How should I react?" 

"Hey," Larry laughed, "that was my question! How you react depends on how 
you feel about sexual freedom, I guess. In my book, I'd welcome Christy 
getting started as early as she could to get all she could out of life and 
gain as much experience as possible before she got married." 

"I suppose," Gloria replied hesitantly. "As long as she had a healthy 
emotional attitude toward the whole thing." 

"I'm afraid the only way Christy would ever get a healthy emotional attitude 
for sex would be to get rip-roaring drunk, and she's too damned prudish to 
take a drink!" Larry laughed. 

The brother and sister talked for a little while longer, then split up to 
find their families. Without realizing that he had been followed all evening 
by his daughter, Larry set out to let his nose determine what was going on 
at the family reunion. 

Christy was so furious with her father she could have killed him! How could 
he talk about her like that, even if it was with his sister, her aunt? 
Wasn't anything in this world private as far as her father was concerned? 
And the way he made her out to be so ... so square! 

For all of her beauty and her quick, agile mind, Christy Lawson was a 
troubled girl. And no one was more aware of this than Christy herself. A big 
part of Christy's problem was her father. She loved him very much, and she 
strongly disapproved of his torn cat behavior with women. Why did Elaine put 
up with it? How could she? 

She followed her father back to the main house, but when he sat down on the 
front porch to talk with her grandfather, Christy lost interest and drifted 
away. 

Remembering that she had left her book in the car, the sixteen-year-old girl 
drifted slowly down to the parking area below the house. A cool breeze had 
come off the Sound and the evening was becoming brisk. Christy clasped her 
arms together for warmth and chided herself for not putting on a sweater 
before dinner. 

She opened the passenger door of the family's new Granada and climbed inside 
to open the glove compartment to find her book. The pocketbook she'd brought 
along to read was scrunched up in the comer of the glove box and she had to 
work it out. Then, beneath the road maps supplied by the auto club, Christy 
noticed the pint of brandy her father always carried in the car. 

The pint bottle had been opened and several ounces were missing. She smiled 
when she remembered her father buying coffee at a roadside cafe and then 
lacing it with brandy as they drove along the redwood highway in northern 
California. 

Christy was about to close the glove compartment when a sudden urge came 
upon her. She had never tasted alcohol in her life. It was because her 
mother had become an alcoholic and confined herself to an institution that 
Christy had developed such a strong feeling about drinking. This was made 
even stronger when her mother suddenly committed suicide in the institution. 
Christy believed that it was a weakness in her mother's body that had caused 
the whole thing. She never for one moment considered the fact that her 
father could have driven her mother to drink. 

Until several years ago, Christy firmly believed that something in her 
mother's blood had caused the tragic sequence of events, and she also 
believed that if she ever took a taste of alcohol she would fall victim to 
the same weakness because she was, after all, her mother's daughter. Things 
like that ran in the family. 

When she entered high school and began studying science, Christy recognized 
the errors of her thinking. Instead of something in her mother's blood, it 
had been something in her mother's mind that had caused it all. And these 
things did not run in the family. 

"An ounce of booze will keep the winter from your soul." How many times had 
she heard her father say that? Christy picked up the pint bottle of brandy 
and stared at the dark amber liquid in the moonlight streaming through the 
windshield of the car. 

It is cold, she told herself, and what harm can one little taste do? The 
sixteen-year-old girl opened the bottle and quickly placed the neck to her 
mouth the way she had seen her father do so many times. She did not 
hesitate. She knew herself well enough to know that if she hesitated she 
would never do it. So she took a deep swallow and gasped as the burning 
liquid seared her throat and burned her tummy. 

She coughed, fighting to breathe while her throat burned so. Then a warm, 
pleasant sensation began flowing through her body. She was surprised to find 
that what her father had said was true. It did warm you. 

In fact, she felt a little flushed all over! Her skin felt like, she was 
blushing. Although she didn't care at all for the taste or the burning 
quality of the brandy, she could see why people drank. It relaxed the body 
and was in all a very pleasant sensation. 

Christy decided that she would take one more swallow before she replaced the 
bottle in the glove compartment and took her book back to her room in the 
barn to read herself to sleep. 

Once again, she took a deep swallow. But this time the brandy did not bum so 
going down. There was still a fire, but it didn't sear her flesh nearly as 
much as her first taste. She took a deep breath and leaned her head on the 
back of the seat to relax for a moment. A pleasant warmth spread through her 
body and she didn't resist it at all. In fact, she told herself, she hadn't 
been this relaxed and comfortable in a very long time. 

 Chapter Eight 

Harold Wood cursed his luck and turned away from John and Helen's cabin. 
He'd been standing outside the door for fifteen minutes listening to John 
and Helen rage at each other. For a while Harold believed that John was 
going to get mad enough to walk out on his drunken wife, but when he peeked 
through the crack and saw that John was beginning to get undressed for bed 
Harold gave up. 

"Shit!" he muttered under his breath as he walked away from the cabin. 
Harold was horny and he'd hoped he'd get a crack at throwing a good hard 
fuck into Helen tonight. He couldn't stand his sister-in-law, but she held 
him in some sort of a powerful attraction he couldn't understand. Punishing 
her with his huge cock was the most exciting thing he had ever done. 

I can forget it for tonight, he told himself as he headed for the main 
house. For some reason John had decided to put up with his wife's bad mouth 
tonight. Shit! 

Harold thought about little Janet for a moment. Cute little kid. Too small 
for his cock, but willing enough. He shook his head. He'd been drunk the 
night he fucked the little twelve year old, and ever since he'd shuddered at 
the thought that someone might find out. The trouble he could get into on 
that one! A twelve year old yet! 

Harold saw his father-in-law sitting on the porch talking to Larry and he 
quickly back-stepped to avoid being seen. That he didn't need, a down-home 
type conversation. Not tonight. And not with Gloria's family! 

Turning to walk around the back of the house, he headed for the parking area 
below. With nobody around, maybe he'd drive up to the junction and see if 
there was any stray pussy on the loose. 

Harold was so precoccupied with wondering if he could drive the car away 
without being noticed he almost missed seeing Christy sitting in the 
Granada. He was, in fact, walking by the Granada when he heard her hiccup. 

"Oh hi, Christy!" Harold said. "I didn't know anybody was down here. Waiting 
for someone?" 

"A man," the gorgeous young girl replied, her voice badly slurred. 

"Who?" 

"Any man," she replied half to herself. 

"Oh?" Harold said, leaning into the window on the passenger side of the car. 
Christy was drunk. Harold had no doubts on that score. The interior of the 
car reeked of brandy and the girl's speech was badly slurred. 

"What are you doing down here?" she asked, wishing her head would stop 
spinning! 

"Just going to take a drive and get some fresh air," Harold replied 
casually. "Want to go along?" 

Christy looked at him for a long minute or two before answering. She had 
consumed half the pint of brandy and was drunk. The young girl had no doubts 
about her condition. She was drunk and she knew that she was drunk. Her head 
was swimming and she could hear her words slurring when she spoke. 

She was also saying crazy things. It was almost as if she was another 
person. Christy recognized her Uncle Harold, Gloria's husband. What he said 
about getting some fresh air sounded good. 

"Why not?" she said with a smile. 

Harold opened the car door and offered her his hand to help her out of the 
Granada. She took his hand and he pulled her to her feet. Christ she's a 
beauty, he said to himself as he looked at the pretty sixteen-year-old girl. 

Christy had light red hair and ivory-colored skin. Her hair was shoulder 
length and hung in graceful, soft waves that framed her lovely face. Her 
beauty was in the simplicity and understatement of her face. Every feature 
was perfectly proportioned and delicate. She reminded Harold of a young Rita 
Hayworth. 

Her figure was almost voluptuous. Christy was slender, yet full bodied. She 
had big, heavy breasts that stuck out like beacons on her chest. Her legs 
looked like they had been sculptured by a master. They were long and tapered 
and flared out at her hips for a firm, full-cheeked ass. 

"I'm a little unsteady," she laughed as she held onto his hand while her 
body swayed. "I'm afraid I've had a couple of drinks." 

"I can see," Harold chuckled. 

"By the way, Uncle Harold," she said slowly, "do you know where we can buy a 
pint of brandy? I... don't want my father to miss what I borrowed." 

"Sure. We can stop at the liquor store at the Junction." 

"Uh ... well, I wonder if you'd mind buying it for me. I'm ... well, I'm not 
old enough." 

"Oh? You certainly look old enough to me," 

Harold replied with a laugh as he gently led the beautiful young redhead to 
his car. 

"And there's another problem," Christy said, preoccupied with replacing her 
father's brandy. 

"Oh?" 

"I don't have any money," Christy added. "With me, I mean. If you will lend 
me the money, 111 pay it back in the morning." 

"Sure," Harold said, opening the door on his station wagon and helping her 
slide in. "Glad to do it." 

Harold put the keys in the ignition, saying a small prayer that the damned 
engine would turn right over and avoid the noise of several attempts to 
start. He sighed with relief when the motor caught on the first turn. 

"I'm not going to turn on the lights," he said softly. "No use letting 
everybody know we're leaving." 

"A very good idea," Christy said approvingly. 

"I'm so terribly dizzy!" 

Christy rolled her window down and leaned her head out to let the cool night 
air caress her face. She had to fight back a strong urge to laugh. 
Everything suddenly seemed very funny, but she couldn't explain why. The 
sixteen-year-old girl knew that she was very drunk. The experience 
fascinated her. If she worked at it, she could lift herself away from her 
body to be an objective observer, and what she saw was terribly humorous. 

When she returned to her body, the world seemed to spin and whirl before her 
eyes. Christy wondered how long this would last. How long would she feel 
like this? 

As the car picked up speed the cool night air felt good on her face. Christy 
noticed that some of the spinning sensation seemed to be fading, and she was 
very glad of that. She still felt good, so very good, but at least now she 
wasn't nearly as dizzy! Even more important was the fact that her nausea was 
rapidly disappearing. Once again she felt light and gay-rery happy. 

"Where are we going?" Christy asked, turning to Harold. 

"You said you wanted to buy some brandy to replace the bottle in your 
father's car," he replied. 

"Oh! That's right!" she laughed. "Is that all we're going to do?" 

"Christy," Harold said with a broad smile, "we can do anything you want to 
do." 

"Do you mean that?" Christy demanded quickly. 

"Sure. What do you want to do?" "I... I don't know," she replied evasively. 
''We'll see after we get the brandy." 

Several thoughts flashed back and forth across the young girl's mind, but 
Christy shrugged her shoulders and smiled to herself. She didn't want to 
make any decisions yet. For the first time in her life she was not in 
complete control of her senses and she was enjoying every minute of it. It 
was like being on a runaway roller coaster going up and down hills all on 
its own! 

Even being with Uncle Harold didn't bother her. She knew his reputation in 
the family. As a wild lover, he was supposed to be second only to her own 
father. Before this very minute she would never have even considered being 
alone with Harold in a car late at night. Not on her life! 

So why wasn't she afraid of him now? Christy giggled when she realized what 
the answer to that question was. 

 Chapter Nine 

Gloria had been waiting in the attic for Bill for almost twenty minutes. She 
nervously glanced at her watch a dozen times, wondering where her brother 
could be. He told her that he had to check in with his wife, Marsha, and 
that he'd meet Gloria in the attic as soon as he could break away. 

Maybe he's stuck for some reason, Gloria said to herself. She walked over to 
the attic window and idly glanced out. Ot was one of those rare clear 
nights. There wasn't a cloud in the sky. The moon was almost full and the 
small finger of land jutting out into Puget Sound was bathed in a soft glow. 

Gloria could see the shimmering path of silver where the waters of Puget 
Sound reflected the beaming moon like a dark blue mirror. It was times like 
this when Gloria could understand why her parents wouldn't live anywhere 
else. The tall fir trees rustled lightly in the gentle breeze and the stars 
sparkled brightly in the indigo sky. Seattle and the north country could be 
spectacularly beautiful when the rains let up for a day or two! 

But in the winter this part of the world could test the heartiest person. 
The constant wind and cold rain, and the heavy snow storms that blanketed 
the area were hard to live with. 

Gloria wondered how her parents got by. They owned the house and property. 
Her father had paid the mortgage off before he retired as a bus driver in 
Seattle. All they had to pay were the taxes each year and whatever it cost 
them to live. Even so, Gloria thought, her father's pension from the bus 
company wasn't very much. That and the social security he'd just started 
receiving came to less than six hundred dollars a month. 

Yet when Gloria had probed her mother about finances, her mother had told 
her that they were getting along very nicely. They were, she said, even able 
to put a little away in savings each month. 

Harold! It was Harold! Gloria automatically stepped to the side of the 
window so that she wouldn't be seen if he looked up. Her husband was walking 
down the path to the parking area. Where in the world was he going? Was he 
looking for her? 

The thought almost paralyzed Gloria. Did Harold suspect something was going 
on between her and Bill? Was he out looking for them, hoping to catch them 
in the act? 

Her breathing was shallow as she watched him walk into the parking area. He 
was walking by Larry's car when he suddenly stopped. He was checking the 
cars. Oh, dear God, he's checking the cars! 

When Harold bent down to lean into Larry's car, Gloria wondered why he 
stopped. Was someone in the car? There must be, she decided when Harold 
remained leaning into the car. He stayed there for what seemed like forever. 

Now he was opening the door and someone was getting out of Larry's car. 
Gloria's eyes strained as she tried to make out the figure of the other 
person. Her vision was blocked by her husband's back. Then Harold moved 
aside. 

"It's Christy!" Gloria said aloud. Christy Lawson. Larry's beautiful, 
sixteen-year-old daughter. What was Christy doing in the car? 

She saw Harold put his arm around Christy and begin leading her across the 
clearing used to park cars for visitors to the Lawson family's modest home. 
The girl seemed to be weaving and swaying like she was drunk. 

Gloria immediately wondered if Christy was on drugs. She'd heard so much 
about the drug scene in high school. Or was she drunk? And where was 

Harold leading her? 

The minute he opened the door on their station wagon and helped Christy 
slide in the whole picture became painfully clear to Gloria. Her rotten 
bastard husband was going to take Larry's sixteen-year-old daughter off 
somewhere and lay her! She was either drunk or spaced out on drugs and 
Harold was going to take advantage of her and seduce her! The lousy bastard! 

As she watched the car slowly pull away, Gloria remembered her earlier talk 
with her brother, Larry. She remembered Larry complaining about his daughter 
being such a prude and wishing that she would get laid. Well, if Gloria knew 
her husband, Larry was about to get his wish. Harold would fuck her if he 
could. He'd lay that oversized piece of pipe of his in any hole he could 
find! 

What amazed Gloria was that she didn't feel a bit jealous as she watched her 
husband drive off with a gorgeous sixteen-year-old girl. I can hardly get 
mad at him for playing around when I'm doing it myself, she reminded 
herself. "Anybody up there?" 

Gloria's heart almost stopped beating when she heard the voice calling up 
through the sliding panel that led to the upstairs closet. She spun around 
and placed her hand across her mouth. 

It wasn't Bill. He wouldn't call up. She knew the voice, but in her terror 
she couldn't place it. 

Gloria's eyes darted about the room. She desperately looked for a place to 
hide! There wasn't a thing to hide behind! Not one thing! She wanted to run, 
but where could she run to? The only way out of the attic was through the 
sliding panel and somebody was down there in the closet! 

The sound of the wood panel sliding open ripped at her heart like a knife. 
Whoever it is, she thought, he's going to come up! Once again her eyes 
darted helplessly about in search of something, anything, to hide behind. 
Nothing! 

Her heart jumped to her throat when she saw a hand reach up to grasp the 
two-by-four frame of the opening. As she watched, another hand came up to 
grasp the edge of the opening. Then a shock of brown hair appeared. Gloria 
felt like she was sitting through a terror movie. Her bladder began 
threatening her as her suspense built. 

"Well, hi!" 

"Larry!" Gloria gasped, half with relief. 

"No, Madame, it's Count Dracula come for your blood!" Larry said with a 
chuckle as he pulled his body up into the attic and dusted himself off. 

"You scared me." 

"I scare only virgins. What the hell are you doing up here, anyway? Spying 
on the clan from the tower?" 

"In a way," Gloria said softly. "You'll never guess what I just saw from 
this window." 

 Chapter Ten 

"Why are you parking?" Christy asked as Harold pulled into a thick growth of 
fir trees off the highway and killed the engine. 

"I thought maybe you wanted to talk," Harold replied casually. "How do you 
feel?" 

"Much better!" Christy returned brightly. She was still drunk, but the world 
was rosey and sweet now. 

"Do you drink much like this?" Harold asked, shifting slightly to ease the 
tension of his aching hard-on at his groin. Just looking at Christy's 
gorgeous face, beautiful hair, and incredible figure in the car next to him 
had Harold Wood as horny as a goat. 

"I don't do anything much!" Christy replied, emphasizing the word "anything" 
with a wrinkle of her nose. "That's the trouble! Didn't you know that I'm 
the dullest girl in the world?" 

"All I know is that you're one of the prettiest girls in the world," Harold 
responded, lighting a cigarette. 

"Pretty and dull!" Christy said. "I'm so square my corners hurt. Well, not 
any more! I'm going to let go and have a fling at life! Did you know that 
this is the first time I ever had a drink?" 

"No." 

"Well, it is. And you want to know something else?" 

"What?" 

"I got drunk!" Christy announced with a laugh. "Now all I have to do is get 
laid. Do you know any man who wouldn't mind laying a pretty but dull 
virgin?" 

"The men I know would stand in line for the chance, Christy," Harold said, 
once again shifting positions to relieve his aching groin. 

"Oh, no they wouldn't!" Christy said, shaking her finger at him. "No man 
wants to go to bed with a girl who doesn't know what it's all about. I've 
heard my father say that a dozen times. The man I want would have to be very 
patient and teach me everything." 

"Would it matter if the man were a few years older 4;han you, Christy?" 

"You mean like maybe twenty years older?" she laughed. 

"Something like that." 

"No, of course not. Say, are you applying. .. ?" 

Christy never finished her sentence. Harold took her in his arms and crushed 
his lips against her mouth. She felt his tongue making circles around her 
lips. Then it was inside her mouth and Christy was experiencing her very 
first kiss. 

Harold cautioned himself to go slowly. He wanted to lift her skirt, pull her 
pants down and fuck the hell out of her, but he didn't want to scare the 
young girl out of her wits. Besides, he decided, it would be fun to play it 
like a couple of young lovers. 

Christy met his tongue with hers and suddenly felt him suck her tongue into 
his warm mouth. She had to admit that it was fun! Tiny darts of pleasure 
swept through her young system as they continued kissing. 

Then she felt his hand on her breast! His fingers were kneading the flesh of 
her boob and it felt good! She particularly liked it when he ran his fingers 
around her nipple. 

The sixteen-year-old girl knew what was going to happen. He wanted to make 
love to her. He was her uncle and at least twice-no, more-her age. Christy 
wondered if she should stop him. She wondered if she COULD stop him. 

But wasn't this what she really wanted? Wasn't this what she knew would 
happen when she followed him to his car back at the house? Wasn't this what 
she had deliberately led him into with her talk? 

Christy was determined to become a woman, a woman her father would be proud 
of. And how else could she become a woman than to take a man inside her 
body? 

She wished he wouldn't play with her breast like that! He was driving her 
crazy. Her whole body was beginning to tremble! And the way he kept sucking 
on her tongue! 

Now his hand was on her leg! For the first time, Christy was frightened. His 
hand was moving up under her skirt! She put her hand on his wrist to stop 
him, but he was too strong and he kept moving his fingers up her thigh. 

Christy wanted to break away from him and tell him to stop, but he held her 
in a tight embrace and his mouth was glued against hers. 

His fingers touched their goal! Flames seemed to leap up in front of the 
sixteen-year-old girl's eyes as her thrity-eight-year-old uncle began 
rubbing her crotch sensually. She could feel strange things happening in her 
body. Christy had never knowingly masturbated. She had awakened several 
times from what she called "damp dreams," but she had never truly explored 
her body in search of its pleasures. 

The burning, demanding itch between her llgs as her uncle rubbed her pussy 
was something wondrously new for the sixteen-year-old girl. The warmth that 
seemed to radiate from her nest through her body amazed the innocent virgin. 

Now his fingers were slipping beneath the elastic leg band of her panties. 
He was touching her there! His finger was sliding up and down the wet length 
of her slit! "UUuuummmmmm!!!" 

Christy's moan of pleasure when he touched her clitoris was muffled by their 
frantic kiss. Her body began to writhe in his embrace as he fondled and 
rubbed that sensitive spot at the top of her vulva. Harold's other hand was 
not idle. Christy felt his ringers expertly fondling, massaging and 
caressing her breasts. His rubbing and teasing of her now fully erect 
nipples was driving her wild! 

The young girl's mind had lost all contact with reality. A haze of alcohol 
engulfed her brain and the intense excitement of her body exercised complete 
control over her senses. She felt guilty about letting her uncle fondle her 
body like this, but that somehow seemed to make it all the more thrilling. 

'Take off your clothes, Christy," Harold said in a hoarse whisper, 
unbuttoning her blouse to help her start stripping. 

"I... I," the young girl began haltingly. "Take off your clothes," Harold 
said more firmly, rubbing her quivering clitoris with his thumb for 
emphasis. 

"OOoooooohhh!!!!!!" the innocent, sixteen-year-old virgin moaned when sparks 
flew from her clitoris through her body. 

Her cheeks flushing with embarrassment, Christy began undressing. She leaned 
forward so he could pull her blouse free of her arms and shoulders. Then she 
reached behind her back to unhook her bra. Her fingers were all thumbs and 
she couldn't seem to get the catch open. 

"Here, let me help," Harold said, his cock threatening to rip through the 
fabric of his slacks as he watched the gorgeous young redhead struggle with 
her bra. 

Christy turned away from him so that he could see her back. She felt his 
strong fingers slip beneath the band of her bra and in a moment's time the 
catch opened. 

Harold slipped the straps over her shoulders, then turned her back facing 
him as he pulled her bra off. 

"God, what a set of tits!" he exlaimed when Christy's breasts were at last 
free of their confining harness. They were so beautifully shaped they looked 
like they had been chiseled out of fine marble by a master sculptor. Her 
young breasts were large, heavy and very firm. Her nipples were like hard 
cherries perched on top of smooth mounds of whipped cream. 

Christy felt a warm glow spread through her body as she saw him admire her 
boobs. She'd always been secretly proud of her breasts. They were bigger and 
better formed than most of the girls in school, even the older girls. 

The obvious, raw lust in her uncle's eyes made the young girl tingle with 
excitement. She watched his hands move out to her chest. Then she felt his 
raw flesh touching her bare breasts. The contact of his fingers made her 
quiver with a strange desire she'd never experienced before. 

"Do you ... do you like my ... my tits?" she asked, using the word he had 
uttered. 

"God, yes!" Harold said sincerely. "With a set of tits like this, you'll 
drive boys crazy!" 

"I'm not interested in boys!" the sixteen-year-old girl said with a pout. "I 
want men." 

"Men, then," Harold sighed. "Damned few women have a set of tits like this." 

Christy beamed with pride. She watched her uncle lean forward to bring his 
face to her chest. She wondered what he was doing, then saw him place his 
open mouth over her left breast. 

"OH! Uuuummmmmm! Oh, that feels good!" she moaned as he sucked and licked 
her sensitive nipple. 

The idea that an older man liked her breasts enough to kiss them made the 
innocent young girl feel very good. And the way he teased her nipple with 
his tongue! Tiny bubbles of pleasure raced through her body and exploded 
just beneath the surface of her skin as he kissed and sucked her breast. The 
itch between her legs was fast becoming a raging fire. She could tell that 
her crotch was sopping wet now and she wiggled and squirmed uncomfortably as 
her passion soared to heights she had never known existed. 

"Now take off your skirt and panties, Christy," Harold said, reluctantly 
giving up her incredible chest in order to allow her to bare the remainder 
of her voluptuous body to his hungry eyes. 

"Oh, please ..; please don't stop!" 

"Don't worry, Christy darling," Harold chuckled, "I'm going to lick and kiss 
every inch of your gorgeous body. Now take the rest of your clothes off." 

Harold helped her unsnap the waistband of her skirt, then had her lift her 
tail from the seat of the car so he could pull both her skirt and her 
panties down her luscious thighs and below her pretty knees. 

"It's incredible!" Harold sighed. "What?" 

"Your pussy is as pretty as the rest of your body!" Harold said, helping her 
pull off her shoes and slip her skirt and panties over her feet. 

His words made her tingle with excitement. She loved the way he talked about 
her body, and she delighted in the words he used. She'd heard them before at 
school, but never from an adult. 

Harold cursed the fact that he hadn't taken her to a motel where he could 
have her parade her luscious young body in the light. The only light they 
had in the car was from the moon filtering through the thick growth of fir 
trees. He could see, but only in terms of soft shadows. What a pity a body 
like Christy's couldn't be admired in a strong spotlight! 

Her cunt was fantastic! Her pubic hair was the same shade of red as her head 
and was like a mound of strawberry colored silk between her full thighs. She 
had a perfect triangle on her pubic mound. 

Christy was embarrassed. This was the first time a man had ever seen her 
naked. And the way he was staring at her sex made her blush. At the same 
time, Christy was experiencing a strange new sensation. Watching the older 
man devour her sex with his eyes gave her a feeling of power. She was 
beginning to understand the importance of being desired! 

As she sat uncomfortably watching her uncle stare at her nest, she saw his 
hand reach out into her lap. Then his fingers were running through her pubic 
hair. 

"OOoooooohhhhhh!!!" she moaned suddenly when his finger unexpectedly slipped 
down into her sopping wet slit to press against her clitoris. 

"Like that?" he asked. 

"Oh, yes!" 

"Feel good?" 

"Yes! Ooohh! Yes!" she moaned. 

"Spread your legs apart, Christy," he said with a note of urgency creeping 
into his voice. Harold was gritting his teeth to keep from popping his nuts 
in his pants while he looked at and played with the sixteen-year-old girl's 
body. Sexually, Christy was the most desirable creature Harold had ever come 
across. She oozed sex. It poured out of every pore of her body. 

"I'm ... I'm wet," she announced in a low voice as she complied with his 
suggestion and opened her thighs. 

"You're excited," he said with a smile. 

"Do all... all women get wet like this?" 

"When they're excited, they do," Harold replied. 

"Then it's normal?" she demanded 

"Of course.". 

Christy sighed with relief. Above all, she wanted to be normal. The thought 
that she might have some of her mother's blood was a constant worry for the 
child. 

"Are you going ... going to take ... OH! AAaahh!! ... your clothes off?" she 
asked, her body writhing beneath his talented fingers. 

"Do you want me to?" Harold asked softly. 

"Yes," she replied without hesitation, blushing when she realized how brazen 
she sounded. 

"Have you ever seen a man's cock before, Christy?" Harold asked. 

"No." 

"But you want to see my cock?" he persisted. 

"Yes," she replied, blushing an even darker red. 

"Okay. Why don't you help me take my pants off?" 

"What... what do I do?" she asked. "Just unbuckle my belt and unzip my 
slacks," Harold said in a quiet, casual tone of voice designed to conceal 
the urgency of the desire churning in his balls. "I'll take off my shirt and 
sweater while you work on my pants." 

Why was he getting such a kick out of describing everything in such detail 
to the innocent virgin? 

Christy felt her cheeks burn as she forced herself to reach over to her 
uncle's waist and begin fumbling with his belt. She was mad at herself for 
being so childishly awkward. She couldn't seem to coordinate her fingers 
with the commands of her -brain. She so desperately wanted to seem mature! 
Christy blamed her awkwardness on the brandy she had consumed and on the 
fact that her body was so excited and hot. After several unsuccessful 
attempts she decided to use both hands. Things immediately improved and she 
had his belt open in a matter of moments. Then she sought and located the 
snap on his pants and began sliding the zipper of his fly down. 

She saw that he had already managed to take his sweater off and was now 
pulling his shirt free of his shoulders. Christy yanked his zipper all the 
way down. 

"Get hold of my pants and shorts and I'll lift up so you can slide them 
down. Damn! This steering wheel is in the way! Move over a bit. There, 
that's better. Now pull down when I lift up." 

Christy had to concentrate on what she was doing. She laughed when she 
realized that she was worried about goofing it when he lifted his tail from 
the seat. 

"Pull!" 

"Ooops!" Christy laughed as she realized that he was straining off the seat 
and she had done nothing. She quickly began working his slacks and shorts 
down. Something was holding them at his crotch and she had to slip them over 
his bottom first. Once they were free of his ass, he sat down and Christy 
struggled to free the material of his clothes from the obstruction at his 
crotch. 

"OH!" she gasped when his pants finally wrenched free and his huge hard-on 
sprang up at her like a giant jack-in-the-box. Christy had a vague idea of 
what a male sex organ looked like, but she'd never dreamed it was this big! 
It looked like a club! She was certain that it was over a foot long, and it 
had to be bigger around than a half dollar! 

"Like that?" he asked proudly. 

"Oh, yes!" she said. "Are ... are all men's cocks this BIG?" 

"That's how you tell what kind of a man you have, by the size of his prick. 
The bigger the better, Christy," he laughed crudely. 

"Don't you want to touch it?" he asked as she sat silently staring at his 
throbbing organ. 

"Yes ..." she replied in a slow, soft voice. 

"Go ahead." 

When Harold saw that she couldn't bring herself to reach out and take his 
prick in her hand he gently took her hand in his and brought her fingers to 
his shaft. 

Christy felt a tiny electric shock race through her system when her fingers 
made contact with the hot, moist, very hard flesh of his huge penis. 

"Take it in your hand," Harold said as calmly as 

-he could. His balls were rumbling dangerously as the beautiful young girl 
touched his straining dick. 

Blushing a bright pink, Christy obeyed and wrapped her fingers around his 
thick, gnarled shaft. It was almost frightening for the young girl. It felt 
like she was holding a live, powerful animal. She could feel his pulse 
beating in the thick, ropelike veins that ran around and down the length of 
his stalk. It was almost like holding his heart in her hand! She could feel 
the moisture of her own arousal beginning to flow between the lips of her 
virginal pussy as she held his organ in her warm grasp. 

Harold saw her body tremble and knew that she was very excited. He leaned 
over and crushed his mouth against her full lips in a passionate kiss while 
she continued holding his cock in her hand. His fingers began probing her 
wet slit while they kissed and he felt her squirm beneath his touch. 

When he put his arm around his sixteen-year-old niece, the thirty-eight-year 
old man became acutely aware of the lack of space in the front seat of the 
station wagon. His knee scraped painfully against the heater control lever 
and the edge of the steering wheel dug into his side. 

"Hey," he laughed, breaking their intense kiss, "we're too crowded up here. 
Let's get in the back seat. Here, help me let the seat down so well have a 
big flat space." 

Christy was glad he realized how uncomfortable she was. She didn't 
understand how he knew that the window knob was digging into her tail. She'd 
been careful not to say anything. 

The sixteen-year-old girl turned around and kneeled on the front seat to 
lean over and help him unfasten the back of the backseat. When they finally 
managed to coordinate their efforts, the latches clicked and they pulled the 
back down to form a level platform in the rear of the station wagon. 

Harold's breath caught in his throat when he glanced over at Christy's sexy 
body. She was leaning over the back of the front seat and her luscious tits 
were hanging down like ripe fruit ready to be picked. Her long red hair 
framed her pale white shoulders like a gorgeous halo. 

"Okay, crawl over," Harold said, pulling himself back. 

Christy began pulling her body over the back of the seat and Harold felt his 
nuts pulse violently as he watched her luscious ass jiggle. Her legs were 
apart and her silky cunt was in full view. Even the lips of her pussy were 
parted for his eyes. 

"Hold it there," he moaned, pulling his body around so that he was directly 
behind her. He knelt on the floor and leaned forward to bring his face 
between the sensuous cheeks of her young ass. 

Christy felt silly! She was halfway over the seat with the back of the seat 
pressed against her tummy. In her p'osition she couldn't see what he was 
tloing, but the suspense was short lived when she felt his lips on her tail. 
His tongue blazed a moist trail across the cheeks of her bottom and 
insolently dipped into the crack of her ass. 

"OH!" she gasped when she felt his tongue coursed round and round her 
puckered anus. He was licking her asshole! It was such a dirty act, licking 
her where she went to the bathroom, and yet she found it thrilling! Then his 
tongue slid down her crack and dipped into her pussy! 

"OOOooooooooohhhhhh!!!" she moaned when his clever tongue dipped into her 
vagina briefly and then shot for her sensitive clitoris. Flames seemed to 
leap from her pussy to fly through her aroused body. 

"Like that?" he asked, licking her slit hungrily. "Yes! AAaahhh! YES!" "Tell 
me." 

"I... OH! ... I told you! Yes! YES!" "Say it!" Harold commanded, licking her 
clitoris while her ass began squirming under his attack. 

"What... what do you want me to say?" she gasped. 

"That you like me eating your cunt." "OH! OOOooohhh!!! God, yes! I like you 
to eat my cunt!" she groaned. Using the word and hearing herself say it out 
loud seemed to add to her stimulation. 

Harold was beside himself with desire. Christy had the sexiest ass and cunt 
he'd ever seen! He forced her legs wider apart and began licking her slit 
with animal hunger. Her juices were sweet and copious. She had one of the 
wettest sexes he'd ever seen. Her juices seemed to flow like a bubbling 
stream! 

"AAaaaaaahhhhhh! YES! Ooooooohhh!!!" the innocent young virgin moaned as he 
ran his tongue expertly over her burning pussy. Her entire body was consumed 
with fire and she felt like she was going to explode! Her skin was going to 
burst open! And when he ran his tongue up inside her boiling vagina she 
thought she was going to die. "AAAAAAaaaiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeee!!!!!!" Christy 
screamed at the top of her lungs when she suddenly exploded with her very 
first orgasm. She had no idea what to expect and when it happened it 
frightened her. It was like a giant earthquake had ripped through her body. 
Tears of joy flooded from her young eyes and perspiration jjegan rolling off 
her body in streams. 

Harold licked her until he felt her body go limp from exhaustion in her 
intense climax. Then he removed his dripping mouth from her twat. When she 
came, she had sprayed his face with a fine mist. That was the first time 
Harold had ever experienced that in his life. Christy came like a man, 
shooting her juices off like an erupting volcano. 

"Was that fun?" he asked softly. 

"Oh ... my ... lord!" Christy panted. "I didn't know it was anything like 
that!" 

"That's just the beginning, Christy," Harold laughed. 

"I'm... I'm not sure I could take anything more than that," she sighed. 

"Climb over," he laughed, pushing her soft ass gently to urge her into the 
back area of the station wagon. 

He watched her ass disappear and then her legs slither over the back of the 
seat. Then he threw a leg over the back and sort of fell .over to land 
beside her. He thought about pulling her gorgeous face down to his groin and 
teaching her how to suck cock, but quickly dismissed the idea. He knew that 
he was far too hot for that and that he'd probably cum the minute she had 
his dick in his mouth. Plenty of time for that later. Right now he was going 
to fuck her, ram his cock into her hot cunt and rip her cherry for her. 

"Turn over on your back," he said into her ear, playing with her wet cunt 
with his fingers. 

Christy obeyed without question. She was too exhausted to even wonder what 
he wanted. She flipped over on her back and allowed him to spread her thighs 
with his hands. Through partly veiled eyes the innocent young girl watched 
him climb over her leg to kneel between her thighs. She saw him hold his 
huge organ in his hand and slowly guide it down to her wet nest. 

"What are you going to do?" she asked. 

"Fuck you, Christy," he replied in a throaty voice. 

"Will it hurt?" she asked quickly. 

"A little at first, but then it will feel real good," 

he said softly. 

Harold took his cock firmly in hand and brought the huge swollen head to her 
pussy. He dipped it between her lips and then rubbed the tip against her 
clitoris. 

"Oooohhh! That feels good," she sighed, moving her hips as he massaged the 
sensitive spot betwwen her legs with his hard cock. 

Christy could hardly believe it but her passion was quickly building again. 
She could feel the waves of heat sweeping through her body as he rubbed his 
hard organ back and forth across her bud. 

She watched him slowly begin moving the swollen head of his penis down her 
slit until he was holding it pressed firmly against her hole. 

"Wrap your legs around my waist," he suggested. 

Christy lifted her legs and brought them around his slender waist. Scooting 
down a little, she locked her ankles behind his buttocks. 

At the moment she locked her ankles behind his ass, Harold jerked his hips 
and rammed his hard, swollen, throbbing cock into his sixteen-year-old 
niece's virginal cunt. 

'' A A Arrrrrrrrruuuuuuuuugggggghhhhhhhhh!!!" 

The pain in her vagina hurt more than anything the young girl had ever 
experienced in her life. The pain cut through the comfortable haze of 
alcohol that surrounded her brain to sear every nerve-ending in her body. 

It felt like a ragged knife was cutting her tender flesh! Her legs flew 
apart and she tried to kick her body free of the painful invasion. 

"STOP! OH ... GOD ... STOP! I can't take it! NO!" 

Harold ignored her and once again jerked his hips to send his huge cock 
another inch into her tender, hot cunt. He could feel her hymen pressing 
against the head of his dick and he lunged hard into her. 

''AAAAAARRRRRRUU-UUUUGGGHHHHHH!!!" 

Christy felt something inside her body rip apart and she knew that he was 
tearing her to pieces! The pain was so intense she thought she was going to 
faint! She dug her fingernails into his back and tried to scrape his skin 
away. She kicked at him and even tried to bite his shoulder. 

And still he came on. He lunged and thrust into her with all of his strength 
and she could feel his cock tearing her insides apart. 

Then it was all the way in her. She saw it. His entire prick was buried 
inside her tortured body! She could feel his coarse pubic hair grinding 
against her sensitive clitoris. 

Harold froze his body for a long moment, allowing her ravaged vagina to 
adjust to this new penetration. She was kicking and screaming with the fury 
of a trapped animal. Then slowly, very gradually, he saw her body begin to 
relax. He waited patiently. Harold wanted her to enjoy this fucking, enjoy 
it thoroughly because he was going to lay her every chance he had befote the 
family reunion was over. 

Christy could hardly believe it, but the pain was beginning to gradually 
fade away. Tears still flowed freely from her young eyes, but it didn't hurt 
nearly as much. Instead of screaming with pain, her vagina felt terribly 
stuffed! She could feel every bulging vein on her uncle's prick gouging into 
the tender walls of her vagina. 

Then he moved! He pulled his cock part way out of her ravaged cunt. She 
braced her body for the pain that would follow when he again pushed it to 
the depths of her womb, but nothing happened. He thrust into her and sank 
his entire shaft into her hot box, but it didn't hurt at all! She still felt 
uncomfortably stuffed, but a new sensation was beginning to flow through 
her. 

It was a pleasant, almost exciting sensation. Tiny darts of pleasure found 
their way to her nervous center and her nipples began to tingle. Each time 
he shoved his cock all the way into her hole, he rubbed his coarse pubic 
hair against her quiveringly alive clitoris and that felt good! "Oooohhh!!!" 
she moaned. "Like that?" he asked, moving his aching rod slowly in and out 
of her tight sleeve. "Yes," she murmured softly. Harold increased the tempo 
of his fucking annd sent his prick running in and out of her body with firm, 
fast strokes. 

"Aaaahhh!" she moaned, tightening her legs around his waist as her body 
began responding urgently to the exciting new sensation that was coursing 
through it. "OOOooohhh!!!" 

Harold didn't know how much longer he could hold out. His cock was throbbing 
like a swollen boil. He ran his shaft in and out of her tight cunt faster 
and faster. Then, with an incredible display of will power, he stopped. 

"Don't stop!" she squealed. "Please, don't stop!" 

"You like being fucked?" 

"God, yes!" she said with a tremble racing through her body. 

"Want me to fuck you?" he asked with a laugh. 

"Yes!" 

"Say it!" 

"FUCK ME! Fuck me, please!!" she responded without hesitation. This was the 
first time in her life that the sixteen-year-old girl had uttered that word! 
She found it very exciting to hear it come from her mouth like that. "Fuck 
me. Yes, fuck meeeeee!!!" 

Harold had held back as long as he could. The last time she said it, he 
lunged his cock to the very depths of her tight young womb with an almost 
vicious thrust that made the station wagon sway. 

"OOOOOOooohhh!!! Yes! YES! FUCK ME!" Christy screamed as her body responded 
urgently to his attack. She loved the feel of his hard, throbbing prick 
lunging into her hot vagina. She dug her heels into his heaving, pumping 
buttocks and spurred him on. 

Harold braced his feet against the back of the front seat and pounded his 
meat to her vibrant young body with all he had. The station wagon bounced 
beneath his energetic lunges and he could feel his loaded balls slapping 
against the young girl's soft ass. 

Christy grabbed his shoulders and held on as he screwed his hard shaft in 
and out of her boiling hole. Tears of joy were now gushing from her eyes as 
her body climbed higher on the ladder of passion than she had dreamed 
possible. 

When it happened, the girl was completely unprepared. She heard him grunt 
while he lunged into her, then her vagina was suddenly flooded with hot 
cream. I 

"YYYiiiiiieeeeeeeee!!!" 

His thick semen scalded the excited walls of her cunt and triggered an 
intense orgasm that sent spasms racing through her body with incredible 
intensity. Her joy was so intense she thought she was going to pass out! She 
heard an echo in her heart saying, "I am a woman now!" 

 Chapter Eleven 

Standing in the doorway to his'wife's room, Bill Lawson was stunned. In an 
effort to make sure that he would not be missed when he went to join his 
sister, Gloria, in the attic, Bill had devised an intricate plan wherein he 
went to his room, changed to his pajamas and robe and then walked down the 
hall to Marsha's room to tell her that he was tired and turning in early. He 
intended telling her he was going to take a sleeping pill so that she would 
understand if she went to his room and knocked without receiving a reply. _ 

When Bill's father had turned the barn into a number of sleeping cubicles in 
the form of a modified hunting lodge for a few winter sportsmen, he made the 
rooms very small-^too small for anything more than a single bed and a small 
dresser. Hence during the reunion, every member of the Lawson clan had their 
own separate room. 

Allowing Bill complete freedom at night, this suited him fine. And, in fact, 
he was beginning to suspect that it suited several other members of the clan 
equally as well. 

Afraid that Marsha might already be asleep, BUI twisted the knob on the door 
to her room quietly. He opened the door to peek in equally quietly. And that 
was when he received the shock of his life! 

Marsha was stretched out on the bed stark naked and their son, ten-year-old 
Peter, was between her legs pumping his prick into Marsha's cunt with 
everything he had. 

Unable to believe his eyes, Bill shook his head. 

"Oh, Peter! Yes, darling! Yes! Fuck me! God, darling, fuck me!" Marsha 
chanted. 

It was obvious that neither his wife nor his son was aware that he was 
standing in the door. It was equally obvious that Marsha was not only 
enjoying but encouraging what was happening. And Bill was fairly certain 
that this was not the first time it had happened. 

He wondered how long it had been going on? Was it something that had started 
recently? More than likely, he told himself. He doubted that it had been 
going on for very long. 

How in the hell am I supposed to react? he wondered. Am I supposed to storm 
in there and shout and scream? He knew that he couldn't be mad at Peter or 
punish the boy. What the hell, Peter had simply run into a good deal 
sexually. The boy was too young to understand the ramifications of screwing 
his mother. 

And how mad could he really be with Marsha? After all, Marsha and he had 
been barely getting along at all for some years. They had a tacit agreement 
to maintain the marriage for the sake of the children, and, they both 
secretly admitted, for their own convenience. 

The more he thought about it, the less sure Bill was that he should storm 
into the room in the role of the outraged husband. What possible good could 
it serve? And why scare the shit out of his own son? 

Once he made his decision, Bill moved very cautiously and very quietly. He 
backed two steps into the hall and slowly, very, very slowly pulled the door 
closed behind him. The difficult part would be with the handle on the door. 
He knew that it was almost impossible to close a door like this without at 
least a small click when the metal touched metal. 

For a moment he was tempted to leave the door a fraction of an inch ajar. 
They would find it that way and think they'd left it by mistake. But if he 
did that anybody walking down the hall might peek into the room and see them 
screwing, and that was something Bill didn't want. 

He'd just have to chance it. Holding the handle firmly in his hand, Bill 
began turning the mechanism with the slowness of Oriental torture. It seemed 
to take forever, but Bill held himself in check and did not rush it. His ear 
was tuned to the doorknob and his heart almost stopped beating when he heard 
what he thought was a loud clicking sound. He listened closely and heard 
nothing from inside the room. Sighing with relief that they hadn't heard 
him, Bill let go of the knob and began walking down the hall toward his own 
room. 

He was almost at his door when he heard a noise out in the giant room in the 
center of the barn. Bill immediately wondered if somebody had seen him 
standing at Marsha's door. He turned and walked around the corner and into 
the big room. 

"Janet! What the hell are you doing up so late?" Bill demanded when he saw 
his twelve-year-old daughter walking quietly across the big room. 

"Late?" Janet said, nervously looking at her wrist watch. "Dad, it's only 
eight-thirty." 

"Huh? Oh, I guess I read my watch wrong," he said in an embarrassed tone as 
he verified what she said by looking at his own watch. 

"Are you turning in so early?" Janet asked, nervously glancing back to the 
other side of the room and praying that Brenda Lee and Uncle John didn't 
come in while her father was here. 

"Oh, I thought I'd turn in a little early," Bill said. "I'm sort of tired 
tonight." 

"You know if you go to sleep now you 11 be wandering around before dawn," 
Janet said. "You always do." 

''Well..." 

"Hey, I know! Why don't we play some gin rummy? I'll bet I can beat you 
tonight. Just a game or two, okay?" 

"Well..." 

"Please, Dad!"- "Okay," Bill replied with a smile. Gloria would just have to 
wait. He'd play a couple of quick games of gin with his daughter and then 
sneak back over to join Gloria in the attic. "Where are the cards?" 

"You packed them in your bag, remember?" 

"Oh, yeah. Okay, I'll get them." 

"I'll close the front door and come with you," 

Janet said, sighing with relief when her father did not turn back to see 
that the front door was already closed. 

The twelve-year-old girl ran over and opened and closed the front door 
loudly to signal her cousin and uncle upstairs, then ran down the hall 
behind her father to make sure he stayed in his room long enough for Brenda 
Lee and Uncle John to get out of the building. 

Janet wondered if she should tell Uncle John what a close call they'd just 
had? She decided against it. He was already too nervous about being caught. 

 Chapter Twelve 

"You mean Christy drove off with your husband?" Larry demanded with a broad 
grin creasing his handsome face. "And is Harold a cocksman? Does he like 
young chicks?" 

"If you're asking if Christy will get laid," Gloria chuckled, "you'd better 
believe she will! Harold will lay anything that even vaguely looks like a 
female!" 

"A man after my heart!" Larry laughed. 

"I honestly think you're happy about this!" Gloria said. 

"You're right! I'm honestly happy about this," Larry responded. "I told you 
earlier tonight that the best thing that could happen to Christy was to get 
laid. If Harold is any good, he may even turn her into a human being. I 
never thought I'd be indebted to your husband, but it sure looks like I am." 

Larry moved close to Gloria and put his arm around her as he talked. Gloria 
didn't back away. Instead, she gazed out the window with a preoccupied look 
on her face. 

"Don't tell me you're jealous," Larry said, squeezing her affectionately in 
his arms. 

"No, of course not," Gloria said. "I was... well, I was just a little 
worried about Christy." 

"Why, for heaven's sake?" 

"Because ... well, because Harold is ... very large..." 

"Gloria, what are you trying to say?" 

"Oh, for God's sake! I'm trying to tell you that my husband has a very, very 
big prick!" 

"Gloria, it can't be that big," Larry laughed. 

"It is, Larry. It's over eleven inches long and as thick ... well, as thick 
as Christy's arm. Hell hurt her." 

"It'll be good for her. Take some of that starch out of her," Larry said. 
"Doesn't a huge cock like that wear you out, Gloria, or do you love it?" 

"I can take it," she replied evasively. 

"But you're not wild about it?" 

"Larry, very few women like a man with a big prick. It hurts too much to be 
any fun at all." 

"And how's Bill hung?" Larry asked quickly. 

"Oh, he's not..." 

Gloria caught herself and blushed. 

"It's all right, Gloria," Larry said softly. "I knew that you and Bill have 
been balling. So what? Sex is best with people you care for. That's the way 
it should be." 

"You sound just like Bill," Gloria said. 

"That means we think alike," Larry laughed. 

"You're brothers." 

"Sure. And you're one of us, Gloria. Incidentally, I share Bill's taste in 
women." 

"What's that supposed to mean?" 

"That I've had a hard-on for you for years, Gloria," Bill said, squeezing 
her affectionately and drawing her full, ripe body closer. 

"Larry!" Gloria said in a tone of voice that was meant to be mildly scolding 
but that came out to be a little more humorous than serious. 

"You know that I came up here to make love to you, don't you?" he said. 

"Larry..." Gloria began. 

Her sentence was cut short when her older brother brought his lips to her 
mouth and smothered her words in a passionate Mss. Gloria didn't want this! 
She already felt guilty about her affair with Bill, for God's sake! 

Not that Larry wasn't attractive. If she'd been asked which brother she most 
would enjoy going to bed with, Gloria would have immediately replied 
"Larry." As a child she had always looked up to Larry, the oldest brother. 
And, Gloria had admitted to herself a number of times, Larry's reputation as 
a cocksman intrigued her. 

She tried to struggle in her brother's arms, but he held her in a tight 
embrace. So tight she could feel his hard prick pressing against her belly 
while he kissed her. 

Gloria had to admit that his technique was smooth and exciting. No two men 
kissed just alike, and Larry's kiss was certainly something designed to make 
a woman respond! She could feel it in her body. His tongue was gentle but 
firm in her mouth, and every few seconds he would flutter the tip against 
her tongue in what was obviously an imitation of how he would lick her pussy 
if given the chance. 

She was human enough to wonder what her older brother was like as a lover. 
Women always wondered what men with reputations like Larry's were like. What 
made them special? 

The first danger signal reached Gloria's brain too late. She could feel him 
pressing his muscular chest against her sensitive breasts, and she felt his 
leg pressing between hers to put pressure on her pubic mound, but these were 
things she'd expected. It was when she suddenly wondered what his left hand 
was doing that a wave of desire suddenly swept through her. He had reached 
behind her back and lifted her skirt and now his hand was on her bare tail. 

Gloria hadn't worn panties tonight. She'd done it purposely. And now she 
regretted it! Larry's hand was rubbing her tail sensually and his fingers 
were now sliding into the crack between her cheeks. When he pressed his 
finger against her anus, Gloria trembled all over. Sparks of desire shot 
through her system with the speed of lightning. 

Larry felt his sister's body react the moment he touched her asshole. Only 
once in his life had he met a girl who responded like this, and she was a 
self-styled "Greek Lover." She'd do anything in sex, but doted on being 
screwed in the ass. Was Gloria one of these? Instead of moving on down to 
dip his fingers into her twat, Larry began massaging her asshole slowly. 

Gloria hated her body for reacting the way it was, but she couldn't help it! 
Her body caught fire the moment Larry touched her tail. She threw her arms 
around his neck and returned his kiss with every ounce of passion in her 
body. 

Larry smiled to himself. He never would have suspected it of Gloria. Not 
that there was anything wrong with a girl who liked it up her ass. Larry 
loved to sink his dick into a gal's bowels, but most women wouldn't take it 
because it hurt so much. 

He wondered if Gloria took Harold's big prick up her ass? Thinking about it 
turned Larry on and he slowly worked his finger inside her rectal opening 
and began lightly massaging her bowels. Her body trembled and shook like a 
leaf in a hurricane. 

How did he know? Gloria couldn't understand how Larry could have known 
exactly what would turn her on. Was that what made him such a good lover, 
the instinct to know exactly what a girl wanted? 

Larry could have done anything else to her he wanted and she would have 
refused him. How in the world could he have known that touching her tail 
would turn her into a wanton bitch in heat? 

Gloria began deliberately rubbing her tummy against the hardness at his 
groin while they kissed. She ran her fingers through his brown hair and 
kissed him with complete abandon. He was driving her crazy with his finger! 
Already he had it an inch into her bowels and now he was stroking her 
asshole as if he were fucking it. She was so aroused she wanted to pull him 
down to the floor and rape him. 

Larry sensed that the moment had arrived and broke their hungry kiss and 
slowly began turning her around. 

"God, what a beautiful ass!" he said as he held her short skirt up around 
her waist and exposed the cheeks of her well rounded tail to his hungry 
eyes. He reached out and ran his fingers up and down her crack, caressing 
her anus firmly with each pass. 

"Oh, Larry!" Gloria said breathlessly. 

"I'd really love to sink my cock in that ass," he said softly. "Just shove 
it in and work it slowly all the way up." 

Larry watched his sister and saw her body tremble as he talked about fucking 
her in the ass. There was no mistaking it. This was her thing! 

"First," he continued in his low, hypnotic tone of voice, "I'd like to lick 
it. Run my tongue around that gorgeous little asshole and then stick it 
inside to moisten the track for my cock. Christ, Gloria, your asshole looks 
absolutely delicious!" 

"Larry!" Gloria gasped. Never in her life had she been subjected to sex talk 
like this! No wonder he was such a cocksman! She was certain he could talk a 
girl to orgasm if he wanted to. She could actually feel his tongue on her 
asshole as he talked about it! 

"Would you like me to make love to your ass, Gloria-lick your asshole and 
then stick my cock in your bowels?" he asked, carefully massaging her 
quivering anus with the tip of his finger as he spoke. 

"Oh, Larry, yes!" Gloria gasped. 

"Bend over, Gloria," Larry said softly, dropping to his knees behind her. 

Gloria's knees actually trembled as she bent down and grasped the window 
sill for balance. Every inch of her body was on fire with desire! She could 
feel her nipples pressing against her sweater like burning coals. She 
lowered her head and looked back between her legs to watch her older 
brother. He had her skirt hiked up around her waist and was bringing his 
handsome face to her tail. 

Then she felt it! His tongue on her asshole! 

"Ooohhh!" she gasped as she watched his pink tongue slide between the cheeks 
of her buttocks to dart directly to her puckered anus. The moisture of his 
mouth on her rectal opening was cool and soothing. It was like putting a 
cooling lotion on a sunburn. 

"AAAaaahhh!!" 

Now he had his tongue inside her bowels! He'd doubled it and forced it pass 
the tight ring guarding her anal opening. Gloria felt her body quake as she 
experienced a tongue inside her rectum for the first time! It was very 
exciting to feel him probing her anus like this! 

"Oh, Larry! That feels so good!" 

"Your ass is delicious," Larry said, licking her anus and delighting in the 
way her body responded to his oral caresses. "And we want it good and wet 
before we shove my cock up it, don't we?" 

"Oh, yes!" 

Larry returned to his licking and oral massaging of her rectal opening, now 
adding extra stimulation by reaching up between her legs to fondle her damp 
cunt at the same time. He ran his finger into her warm vagina and then 
withdrew it to bring it quickly to her asshole and shove it deep into her 
rectum. 

"OHJOOooohhh!!!" 

"Well get it nice and wet this way," he said slowly, running his finger 
first into her cunt and then up her ass. Bringing her vaginal fluids to her 
bowels would grease the track for his prick, and Larry wanted her well 
greased when he shoved his cock into her tempting asshole. 

Gloria thought she was going to faint with pleasure! The way he shoved his 
finger into her vagina and then up her tail was driving her absolutely wild! 
She was positive that she'd never been this hot before in her life. 

Then, when he began idly massaging her clitoris with his thumb while he 
continued fingerfucking her cunt and ass, Gloria had a small, sudden, and 
very intense orgasm. 

"I... I'm sorry..." she said in a tiny, embarrassed voice. 

"Gloria, never apoligize for a climax, darling!" Larry laughed. "If you do, 
youTI be apologizing all night long. I intend to make you cum as often as I 
can." 

"Oh, Larry! It's... It's just that I'm so hot!" she said in a pleading tone. 
"I don't think I've ever been this-OOOoohh!! this turned on!" 

"Are you ready to have me shove my cock up your ass?" Larry asked, 
punctuating his sentence twice with long, deep thrusts of his finger into 
his sister's bowels. 

"Yes! Oh, god yes!" 

"Tell me," Larry said, quickly pulling himself to his feet and unzipping his 
fly to yank his erect, throbbing, aching cock from his pants. 

Why were all the Lawson men alike? Gloria wondered. They wanted to hear the 
words, and they wanted her to beg for it! 

"Yes!" she said in a clear voice. '*Shove your prick into my ass, Larry." 

"Now?" Larry asked, stalling for a moment to admire his sister's magnificent 
ass. 

"Yes, damn you! NOW! Shove your cock up my ass, Larry!" 

Larry grasped her slender waist in his hands and brought his aching prick up 
between the firm cheeks of her luscious tail. He wiggled his hips until he 
had the swollen head of his cock pressed firmly against her asshole. 

"OOOoooooohhhhhh!!!" 

Gloria could hardly believe it! There was no pain! Both times with Bill had 
hurt at first, but Larry's cock went sailing all the way up her without 
hurting one bit! It felt so good her muscles all went lax and uncoiled from 
their tense guard against the pain she was sure she would have. 

"God, that feels good!" Larry moaned sincerely when he felt her tight bowels 
wrapped firmly around his straining rod. 

"Oh, yes!" Gloria said breathlessly. "Fuck me, Larry. Fuck me!" 

Larry Lawson needed no urging. He'd been anxious to screw his sister for 
years, and shoving his cock up her ass was an unexpected bonus. Rubbing her 
damp cunt with his hand, he began pouring his cock into her bowels. His hips 
pumped like a piledriver, ramming his steel-hard shaft deep into her rectum. 

"Harder! Harder, Larry!" she gasped. 

Gloria reached back through her legs and grasped her older brother's swaying 
balls in her hand and began squeezing them to urge him on as he drove his 
prick relentlessly into her ass. She wanted to close her eyes, but she 
couldn't. They were glued to the sight of his hard shaft worming in and out 
of her asshole. 

"Larry! EEEeee!! Larry!" she squealed. 

Larry knew she was close to cumming, but he wanted to prolong it for a while 
so he slowed down and stroked his aching prick very slowly into her bowels. 

They were both so engrossed in their urgent physical needs neither one heard 
Bill Lawson pull himself up into the attic. Bill had heard them when he 
entered the upstairs closet and had been as quiet as he could. 

When his head cleared the opening and he saw his older brother fucking 
Gloria in the ass, Bill Lawson wondered if he'd gone insane! He suddenly 
felt like a tourist in a madhouse! First it was his ten-year-old son balling 
his mother. Now his older brother cornholing their sister! 

What sort of madness is this? Bill asked himself as he pulled his body 
quietly up into the attic. Oh, get off your high horse, he told himself, 
reminding himself that he had come up here to do exactly what Larry was 
doing right now! 

Even so, Bill wondered if there was something in the water that was driving 
them all to sexual abandon? For a moment Bill wondered if all of this was 
really happening, or was he involved in a wild, fantastically erotic dream? 
He pinched his hand and the pain told him that he wasn't dreaming. 

"Larry!" Gloria gasped. "I can't take it any longer! Fuck me hard and fast! 
Please, Larry, you're driving me crazy!" 

There was another reason Bill knew that he wasn't dreaming-his aching 
hard-on that was threatening to rip his slacks open! Watching his brother 
screw Gloria in the ass had turned him on and he was as hot as hell! 

Why not? Bill asked himself, quickly slipping out of his pants and shorts 
and stepping free of them to walk over to where Larry had Gloria bent over 
the window. 

"I hope I'm not too late for the party," Bill said quietly as he walked up 
beside Larry. 

"OH MY GOD!" Gloria cried. 

"Better late than never," Larry remarked, never missing a stroke of his 
prick up Gloria's ass. 

"Instead of taking turns," Bill said in his most friendly voice, "why don't 
we let her take us both on at the same time? I realize that you were here 
first, Larry, but it was my date." 

"Bill-please!" Gloria whimpered. 

"I've never tried that," Larry said, still stroking his prick relentlessly 
into Gloria's bowels. 

**Me, either," Bill admitted, "but it sounds like fun." 

"Okay. How?" Larry asked. 

"HEY!" Gloria cried. 

"Ill stretch out on the floor and she can take my cock in her cunt," Bill 
said. "Then you can shove your prick up her asshole and we'll give her a 
real screwing." 

"Listen! Stop, Larry! Larry, stop fucking me-t]oohhh! Please, Larry! OH! Oh, 
my God!" 

The two brothers ignored their sister. Bill calmly lowered himself to the 
floor of the attic and stretched out on his back. When he was in position, 
Larry withdrew his cock from Gloria's ass and slowly lowered her to the 
floor. 

"Now mount Bill's nice hard cock, Gloria," Larry said. 

"I can't I... I couldn't! Please don't make me! Oh, please! Larry, please!" 

When it was obvious that she wasn't going to cooperate, Larry firmly lifted 
her body and placed her on top of Bill. He pulled her legs apart and Bill 
quickly guided his cock to her warm, wet cunt. 

"No! Please! NO! OOOOOOoooooohhhhhh!!!" 

Gloria felt Bill's hard manhood thrust into her vagina. She was so 
embarrassed she could have died, but his cock felt good inside her. She had 
her belly against his and her tits were pressed against his chest, but she 
couldn't look at him. She was too embarrassed for that! 

"OOOoooooohhhhhh!!!" she gasped when Bill jerked his hips and sank his cock 
all the way to her womb! 

"Now I'll mount her and shove my cock slowly into her bowels, Bill," Larry 
said in his familiar, hypnotic tone of voice. "We'll see how she likes being 
fucked by two cocks at the same time." 

Bill smiled when he saw the effect Larry's words had on Gloria. A thin coat 
of perspiration broke out on her forehead and between. her heavy breasts. 
Her body trembled with excitement. Even her vaginal muscles reacted by 
contracting tightly around Bill's hard prick. 

"No, Larry! NO! LARRY, DON'T!" 

Larry climbed between her legs and held his cock in his hand as he aimed it 
at her puckered asshole. He could see Bill's shaft sticking in her cunt and 
this somehow excited him all the more. He wet his finger and brought it to 
the waiting starfish between her cheeks. 

"Oh no, Larry! Please don't. God, please don't!" 

Larry admired the spectacle of his sister's body impaled on his younger 
brother's hard cock for a long moment, then moved slowly forward and brought 
the tip of his throbbing prick to her anus. 

"AAAAAArrruuuuuuggghhhhhh!!!" 

Gloria felt his prick drive into her bowels, and this time it hurt. Bill's 
prick in her vagina had stretched her muscles tight and when Larry's cock 
entered her rectum she thought she would faint! But fainting would be too 
good for her. In her mind, she was getting what she deserved! She hoped they 
hurt her! 

When Larry thrust deep into her bowels, Gloria was certain that God was 
granting her wish! The pain was sharp and searing as he rubbed against 
hbrother's cock. Their organs were now separated by no more than the thin 
inner skin of her body. 

"AAAaaarrruuuggghhh! I.. .can't... take ... it!" she cried with tears 
streaming out of her eyes. 

"It feels good, doesn't it, Bill?" Larry asked in his most hypnotic voice. 

"God, yes!" Bill exclaimed. 

"Let's give her a good screwing," Larry said slowly, punctuating his words 
with sharp thrusts into her rectum. 

"NO! MY GOD! NO!" Gloria cried. 

"Well give her the fucking of her life," Bill said. 

"Now!" Larry called. 

"Go!" Bill agreed. 

The two brothers jerked their hips at the same instant to send their hard 
organs to the depths of their sister's body. This obviously did not produce 
the desired effect and they quickly set up a stroke-and-counterstroke rhythm 
that sent one in and the other out in perfect time. 

"OH... GOOD ... GOD!" Gloria gasped. Her body was so stuffed with hard 
driving cocks that she couldn't think! She could feel their two pricks 
rubbing through the thin wall that separated her vagina from her rectum and 
the friction was driving her out of her mind. 

Gloria felt like a piece of meat in a human sandwich! Her body was pressed 
hard against Bill on the floor and Larry's body was bouncing on top of her. 

The worst part was that her body was beginning to respond to what they were 
doing to her! The pain had faded away and she could feel waves of passion 
building up inside her as she rode her two brothers' hard cocks. 

The overpowering feeling was that of being completely stuffed with cock! She 
felt like the center of her body was completely consumed with hard-driving 
male sex organs! All she lacked was having a prick in her mouth! 

Why not? she asked herself. How could she possibly reach any lower than she 
was at this very moment? 

"OOOoooooohhh!!!" 

Through some magic signal both of them began pumping their meat into her 
body faster. Gloria felt like she was burning up! She couldn't tell if she 
was hotter in her vagina or her rectum-or was it the combination. "YES! FUCK 
ME! GIVE ME YOUR PRICKS!" she cried, her body pinned helplessly between 
their hard flesh. 

"Shall we give her what she wants, Bill?" Larry grunted. 

"Christ, yes!" Bill moaned. 

"Are you close?" Larry asked. 

"You've gotta be kidding!" Bill laughed. 

"Will you two stop your goddamned tea party and fuck me!" Gloria screamed. 
Her body had never been like this before. It was as if every orgasm she'd 
experienced in her life was small foreplay for this moment! 

A smile crossed Gloria's trembling lips when an idea came to her. She'd 
treat them to a dose of their own medicine! 

"Can you feel your hard cocks rubbing against each other inside me?" she 
asked in her sexiest voice. "I can feel them. Larry's cock is in my tail. 
He's fucking my asshole, aren't you, Larry? And Bill is shoving his prick 
into my cunt. I'll bet your balls are bouncing against each other, aren't 
they? Oh, lord, this feels so good! I love to have you both fuck me at the 
same time. I love to feel your hard pricks deep inside me and rubbing 
together like that! Fuck me faster. AAAHHH! Yes, like that! Faster! Fuck me 
faster!" 

If her body hadn't been on fire, Gloria would have enjoyed the trimph of her 
game. Her words had set her two brothers off in a frenzy of fucking that 
made their three bodies bounce against the floor. 

Bill was so hot he couldn't hold back any longer. His cock was raging inside 
his sister's tight cunt like a runaway machine. Every time he pumped his 
hips to send his shaft deep into her womb, his balls threatened to explode. 

Larry was even hotter than Bill. He lunged his arching prick to the very 
depths of his sister's warm ass and tried to hold on for just one more 
stroke. 

"HOLY CHRIST!" Gloria cried when she felt the two male organs inside her 
body explode at the same moment to flood her with hot cream. " 
AAAaaaaaaiiiiiieeeeee!!!" 

Gloria felt like she was in the epicenter of an atomic explosion! Tears 
rolled out of her eyes and ran down her cheeks in rivers. Her orgasm was so 
intense her muscles spasmed in a series of violent contractions. 

And still the flood of cum continued to inundate her bowels and womb! It 
came gushing into her from two powerful hoses and seeped through her being. 
Another, delayed orgasm gripped her body and Gloria lost consciousness. 

She fell through a gray void. Male sex organs floated by and she desperately 
reached out to grab them to slow her fall. Every time she touched one it 
squirted heavy, thick cream at her. She landed on a giant set of balls and 
bounced back up through the gray void. 

When she regained consciousness Gloria found herself propped up against the 
attic wall. For a moment her vision was blurred. Then everything seemed to 
come into focus and she found her brothers, sitting and watching her. 
"Okay?" Larry asked. "I... I think so." "You had us worried," Bill said. 
"Did I... I must have passed out." "You did," Larry replied simply. "Feel 
okay now?" "Weak," she responded with an attempt at a smile. 

"I'll buy that," Bill sighed. 

"Me, too!" Larry agreed. 

"My God, you're both dressed! How long was I out?" 

"About five minutes," Larry replied with a smile. "I guess it was too much 
for you." 

"Look," Gloria said slowly, thinking her words out carefully, "if you think 
I'm going to call you bastards and rant and scream at you, you're wrong. I 
don't blame you at all. I had it coming. And as long as I'm being perfectly 
honest with myself and with you, I have to admit that I liked it. Isn't that 
terrible? I actually liked it! You have no idea what it was like having you 
both inside me at the same time!" 

"Oh, I think we have some idea," Larry laughed. 

"Not that I want, or could even take, a steady diet of that!" Gloria said 
with a deep sigh. "That could kill a woman! Hey, guys, what in the hell is 
going on with us up here this year?" 

"Do you get the feeling that we've all flipped out?" Bill asked quickly, 
leaning in to look into Gloria's eyes intently. 

"All I know," Gloria responded seriously, "is that we all lived together for 
how many years? Sixteen or seventeen, at the least. Now, suddenly, in a 
matter of a few days, we've gone overboard." 

There was*a silence in the group. Bill looked very thoughtful. He started to 
speak several times and then checked himself. Finally, he broke the silence. 

"I didn't think I was going to tell anybody this," Bill began, going on to 
relate what he had seen taking place between his wife and their son just a 
little while ago. 

Neither Larry nor Gloria commented during Bill's story about Marsha and 
Peter. They nodded, exchanging glances several times, and listened. 

"My daughter, Christy," Larry said softly, "according to Gloria, lost her 
cherry tonight." 

"If she drove off with my husband," Gloria said matter-of-factly, "you can 
be assured that she was laid tonight." 

"My God," Bill exclaimed, "what's come over this family?" 

"You know," Larry began seriously, "it's all very well and good to talk 
about all of this happening in a few days time, but is that entirely true? 
What I mean is that we weren't angels all those years, were we? I for one 
spent a good deal of my time in my teens, Gloria, wondering how I was going 
to get into your pants. And I'm sure that at one time you wondered what it 
would be like in bed with me. I have- no idea how far you and Bill went up 
here when we were kids, but I imagine that you'll both admit that what you 
did up in this attic when we were growing up wouldn't be defined as one 
hundred percent innocent fun." 

"Well..." Gloria began. 

"Oh, I'm not laying it on you, dear brother and sister," Larry laughed. "I'm 
just pointing out that everything that has taken place up here in the past 
few days had its seed well planted many years ago." 

"And we're in a sense acting out our earlier fantasies?" Bill asked. 

"Something like that," Larry said. 

"But where does it stop?" Gloria asked. "Where do we go from here?" 

"Gloria's right," Bill agreed. "My God, we've got families and 
responsibilities. Where do we go from here?" 

"On to bigger and greater orgies?" Larry suggested with a laugh. 

"Larry, can't you be serious?" Gloria scolded. "Sure, as long as you two 
stop acting like this is the end of the world," Larry replied. "Remember, 
there is nothing in this world that man created that he can't destroy. We'll 
find a way to control this. Of course I'm not sure we'll have to do 
anything. Remember, we're all separated by distance as well as 
relationship." 

"You're saying that it will all take care of itself once we all head for 
home?" Bill asked. "Well?" Larry said. 

"I suppose that you're right," Gloria admitted. "At least I want to think 
that you are." 

"I also honestly believe that we're making too much out of all of this," 
Larry remarked. "Hey, it's a pleasant, even thrilling, interlude in our 
lives. I refuse to think it's all bad. In fact, I'm not at all sure that it 
isn't really good for us." 

"By relieving our pent-up desires?" Bill commented. "I thought of that, too. 
It may make going on with our other lives more bearable." 

"So I gather you both think we should just let everything alone and enjoy 
ourselves until the day after tomorrow?" Gloria remarked. "You don't think 
we should do anything at all?" 

"Oh, I think we should do something," Larry laughed. "I think we should play 
it by ear. If the fire begins to consume the forest, then we may have to do 
something about it. Meanwhile, we field the balls as they come." 

 Chapter Thirteen 

As the sun rose above the mountains on the east end of Puget Sound, Harvey 
Lawson stood silently watching the new day begin. Unable to sleep, the 
senior member of the Lawson family had risen before sunrise and walked down 
to the knoll overlooking the sound. 

Harvey was a troubled man. Last night he had heard sounds in the attic and 
he opened the upstairs closet door to find out what was responsible for the 
racket. Because the trio in the attic hadn't bothered to close the panel 
covering the entrance to the secret attic area, Harvey had heard the end of 
their sexual circus and the discussion afterward. 

The knowledge that his children were suddenly involved in an incestuous 
circus disturbed the seventy-year-old man. He knew several things that they 
didn't. That, for instance, his grandchildren, Brenda Lee and Peter, had 
been balling on the ledge that very afternoon. He also strongly suspected 
that Harold was laying Helen, John's wife. 

What disturbed him even more was the knowledge that he himself had been 
planning carefully how he would ball young Brenda Lee, his own 
granddaughter. And Harvey was completely honest with himself. He intended to 
get in his thirteen-year-old granddaughter's pants before the reunion ended. 

So he was certainly no less guilty than his sons and daughters. Was it 
something in the blood? If he took the Biblical stance he'd have to believe 
that-that the blood was tainted. Perhaps it was ego, but Harvey Lawson 
believed that was a bunch of bunk! 

He was far more ready to believe that all of this was somehow the result of 
a topsy-turvy society. People today lacked roots. They lived on the run. 
They were like frightened animals in the jungle, grasping for whatever 
refuge they could find in the storm sweeping through their lives. 

"Hi, Grandad!" 

Harvey turned to find Brenda Lee standing next to him. 

"Well, you're certainly up early, Brenda Lee." 

"Must run in the family," Brenda Lee laughed. ~*What are you doing out here 
so early?" 

"Watching the day begin, I suppose," the old man replied slowly. "Thinking 
about my crazy family. Thinking about you, Brenda Lee." 

"What were you thinking about me?" the thirteen-year-old girl asked. 

"About how grown up you are this year," Harvey replied with a smile. "About 
how your body has filled out and how you've turned into a pretty woman." 

"Really? Do you think I've grown up?" the young girl beamed. 

"Why sure," her grandfather replied. "Just look at those lovely tits of 
yours. Why those tits would turn any man on. Why with a figure like yours 
you could have any man, from a boy of Peter's age to an old coot like me, 
Brenda Lee." 

Brenda Lee blushed a bright pink. Her grandfather had never talked to her 
like this before. She saw him purposely look down to where the ledge was 
hidden from view below the knoll and the young girl's heart skipped a beat. 
He knew! 

That was why he mentioned Peter's name! He knew! 

"Say, why don't you and me climb down to the ledge below?" Harvey suggested 
with a meaningful smile on his lips. "We've never been down there together, 
have we?" 

"I..." Brenda Lee began hesitantly. 

"It's time we got to know each other better, Brenda Lee," the old man 
chuckled. He took her hand and began leading her to the boulder strewn path 
that led down to the ledge below the knoll. 

Brenda Lee's stomach was filled with butterflies! He knew, and he was going 
to confront her with what he knew! Would he tell her parents? Reluctantly, 
the young girl allowed her grandfather to pull her along behind him as he 
began climbing down the path. 


End
