The Incestuous Family
by Bruce Courtney


Chapter One 

The water lapped gently against the pilings of the pier outside the rustic 
cabin. The lake was silent of all bird life with only a feather-winged owl 
drifting across the open water and disappearing into the inky black pine 
trees. It is three o'clock in the morning, and inside the cabin, two women 
lie in separate beds. 

The older woman, Margo Greer, is asleep and her deep, regular, heavy 
breathing tells her daughter, Anne, that she has been asleep for some time. 
Anne lies staring at the ceiling, biting her lip and fighting back tears as 
she wishes for sleep. She has dozed off during the night, sinking into a 
merciful exhausted sleep from which she is jarred awake by remembrance. Now 
she is afraid to sleep. The last time she awoke with a little cry in her 
throat, arid her mother, Margo, had stirred her body, turning over on her 
wide womanly hips and murmuring something. Anne had lain still and was now 
afraid to wake her mother, for, if she did, she knew she would break down 
and tell her everything. She almost had when they had come home. Thank God 
she and Carl had gotten home late and their parents were already in bed and 
asleep. 

Outside, over the Poconos mountain lake, clouds drifted away from the face 
of the moon and it shone full with that silent, early- morning brilliance, 
and a shaft of almost blue-white light came through the window to illuminate 
the sleeping woman's features. 

Anne looked at Margo Greer and hoped that when she got to be her age, 
thirty-eight, that she would look as good ... and have as ripe a body 
-voluptuous, yet with a certain littleness that bespoke an animal-like 
grace. Her mother's features were still firm and her glance and bemused 
expression made an interesting combination of youth and candid experience. 
Men still flocked around her, and her sensual shape was always something of 
astonishment to men. Anne knew how hard and long her mother worked on the 
tennis court and in the pool to keep her figure. 

Clouds drifted in front of the moon again, and Margo's figure darkened until 
it was just a silhouette on the rough cabin wall with her firmly rounded 
breasts jutting up in shadow. Again, the young girl bit her lip and wondered 
how she could ever tell her mother? Her gaze looked up into the darkness as 
she questioned the advisability of telling anyone! Who was there to tell? 
Jeff, her step-father? No, Jeff was a nice guy, but how would he understand 
and how could she, a girl, tell a man? She had to tell someone what 
happened, or go crazy. But who? Certainly not Carl, her twin brother, asleep 
outside in that damned camper with Jeff. Probably asleep on the very same 
bed she had sprawled earlier. Anne put her hands over her eyes and struggled 
to control her breathing, fought to stop it from growing into sobs, as her 
lower lip thrust out in a fierce pout. Her chiseled teenaged features so 
fine and delicate, and set off nicely by a dimpled chin took on strength and 
purpose. Her lovely young body so tense under the covers willed itself to 
relax, and she felt the heavy blanket mold to her every generous curve. She 
would go over the thing in her mind, go over every little detail, relive the 
whole thing as much as possible and that way, perhaps arrive at the point 
where she would know what to do and whom to talk to. She had to do it. 
Without someone to tell, she knew she was lost. 

Her mind drifted back to the early evening. They had arrived for the annual 
vacation at their cabin in the blue Poconos mountains and had spent the 
afternoon sweeping the cabin out, unpacking, making beds and planning a 
meal. Carl and Jeff did all the heavy work then paused for beers as Anne and 
her mother, Margo, cleaned the cabin and prepared an early dinner. Anne had 
looked at her twin brother and felt a surge of pride and love when she 
watched Carl tilt his head back and saw his throat sensuously working as he 
drank greedily from his can of beer. It had been months since she had seen 
or heard from him, each going to a different private school, and she had 
spent the time during the drive up to the cottage getting to know him again, 
slightly irked that he had never bothered to write or call her, but proud to 
see he was as handsome and muscular as she had told her roommates and every 
bit as charming as she had remembered. And, he was different! Changed! And 
it was this change that had taken up most of her time. He was different. He 
talked differently and his ironic, sardonic smile was sharper and deeper. 
His hair was longer. Not too long, but longer than usual and he was wearing 
old blue jeans and tennis shoes. 

It was his attitude that had changed more than anything. He looked at things 
differently. There was a look in his blue eyes that was challenging, perhaps 
too penetrating! She remembered now as she lay in bed with her mother 
sleeping across the room, she remembered that this strange difference in 
Carl had bothered her from the start. She tried not to notice the way he 
talked to Jeff or the slow way he had of smiling at her mother nor the 
superior sardonic grin he gave her. Or the quick way he grew restless and 
said, "I'm bored, bored already. Let's go to a movie." 

Jeff had stretched his big arms and yawned, grinning down at Margo. "Not me. 
Why don't you kids go and let an old man like me go to bed? I drove all the 
way, and I feel like some sleep." 

Lying in bed, Anne listened as a faint breeze blew, rustling through the 
trees like a town crier making his rounds. She knew that the mirror surface 
of the lake would be ribbed with little widening ripples, and she wondered 
once again if Carl had really been as casual as he seemed. Why had she gone 
along? It seemed a chance to spend some time with Carl and get to know what 
had happened to him at school learn things he might not want to talk about 
in front of his parents. She certainly had things to tell him. It would 
allow their mother, Margo, a chance to be alone with their step-father, 
Jeff. Their real father had died when the twins were young, and Margo had 
raised them herself, spoiling Carl crazy and making him an arrogant 
impossible male at times. She doted all her frustrated love on him, and Carl 
took full advantage of it. Jeff came along later and, although both Carl and 
Anne liked him very much, he was regarded as an outsider. Carl had delighted 
in talking about times and incidents that happened before Jeff had fallen in 
love with Margo's voluptuously healthy good looks. 

Going to the movies had seemed like such a decent normal thing to do. So 
harmless that Anne found herself quickly agreeing to go along. She 
concentrated now, going over each word to see if she overlooked something. 
Did Carl arrange it, did he plan the whole thing, or did it just happen? Her 
memory going back, each image became like a flickering movie. The ride to 
the village, laughing, feeling the breeze in the pickup truck's cab as they 
rode into the village in the camper. He had said, "Hey man, I dig drive-in 
theaters, don't you?" 

Anne tensed in bed. That had been it, the first warning signal. The way he 
had said, "man," and "dig." It was more the intonation than the words 
themselves. She should have known then! But, by that time, did it matter? 
she was already on her way to the drive-in. She was soon to know as he drove 
with a rakish recklessness, handling the swerving van-camper like it was a 
racing car. And then, all too soon, she did know... for he turned to her and 
casually asked, "Do you turn on?" 

The young girl had tensed, startled, but refusing to panic. After all, it 
wasn't the first time she had been asked. Pot, grass, marijuana, was part of 
every school scene. She smiled brightly and said,"No, I'm afraid I don't." 
It was a standard answer she gave, and it seemed to work every time. Every 
time, that is, except this time with Carl. 

"Why not?" he asked. 

She shrugged her shoulders. "I've just never thought about it." 

"Why not?" 

His persistence irked her, and she crossed her long legs and looked at him 
sideways. "Well, for one thing, it's against the law." 

Garl nodded, driving, watching the road. "So is booze at our age." 

"That's different!" 

"No, it's not. Have you tried it?" 

"No. Why should I?" She couldn't hide her feelings. She was worried about 
her brother already and disliking his attitude about something that was 
criminal and did unpredictable things to you. 

His sarcasm cut her pride. "Your stupidity is obvious. Try it once, then say 
you don't like it. You don't know what you're talking about." 

His stinging dismissal was one way he had of always controlling her when 
they were growing up. It cut deep now and her chin was thrust out, pert and 
defiant. "Don't you call me stupid!" she had flared back. 

His laughter made her squirm. "I'm sorry, honey, but when you act stupid I 
gotta tell you. You're talking like an authority about something you know 
nothing about. Try it once. I promise you, I give you my word, nothing will 
happen to you. Nothing bad. Take my word for it. Then, then, after you've 
experienced it and know what it's like, then you can put it down. Otherwise 
you are stupid, just plain dumb, honey." He had laughed and shook his head, 
tolerating her. 

She tried to remember every word of what they said. How did she find herself 
promising to try it just once? How had it happened? Insanely, she found 
herself agreeing with him and promising to try it just once and in her mind 
she would, someday, smoke it, try it. Not that night, she thought, not in 
the camper, not at the drive-in. She tried to remember every word and it was 
all a blur, and she looked up at the sign at the entrance of the drive-in 
and laughed out loud, "Oh my God!" 

"What?" "Both of the pictures are X rated!" 

"How about that?" 

She grinned roguishly at her brother, nudging him with her elbow. "I'll bet 
you didn't notice that!" 

"Ever seen one? Don't knock it until you've tried it," Carl said, winking 
and letting his heavy knee lean against hers. 

She had laughed and given up. He still had that insane humor about him that 
made him silly and adorable. All her life she had given in to his whims and 
rages. With Carl, "giving in" fast became a way of life. 

He had parked the camper in the very last row of the curved and banked 
drive-in because of its high peak that would block a view. Carl shut the 
ignition and slouched in his seat, grinning across at his sister who was 
eagerly looking up to the screen, anticipating seeing something dirty. 
Instead, there was a party scene going on. 

"Let's go lay up in the peak and watch from there." 

"Okay." She had, again, thought nothing of it at the time. Their camper was 
actually a pickup truck with the housing bolted on the back and over the 
cab. Jeff had fitted the camper out, putting a bed in the peak where one 
could sleep next to two windows or look out of while driving for long hours. 
Campers with peaks are a common sight on the higliway with scores of young 
children lying on their stomachs and peering adventurously out. 

Anne crawled up next to her brother and giggled. It was sort of naughtily 
intimate, and they couldn't hear any sound. It would be a nice time, and 
they could get to talk. She leaned her weight on her elbows and grinned at 
her twin brother, unconscious of the billowing white cleavage she was 
exposing to him. 

Carl leaned on one side and reached in a pocket, pulling out a cellophane 
bag with greenish-brown plant material, like tobacco, in it. She knew 
immediately what it was. "What's that?" she asked, her voice rising and 
tense, hoping he would say something else. 

"Pot. Grass." He had some cigarette papers in his hand and started rolling 
cigarettes. 

She shook her head. "Put it away, please." 

He looked at her, wrinkles in his forehead. "You promised." 

"I said someday, maybe." 

"You promised." 

"God, not here!" 

He looked sardonic. "No place better. Hell, why do you think people go to 
drive-ins?" 

"We could get arrested." 

"Not in a camper like this. Narks look for the psychedelic painted buses and 
crap like that. They never bother a camper like this." 

"I just don't want to." 

"Come on." Carl made a face, looking disgusted, and Anne knew he was going 
to be sarcastic. "Don't be a real drag. You are, you know? You're a real 
drag! You're a bore, a pain-in-the-ass, a real drag to be around, you know 
that? You're the one square on every campus, Jesus!" 

She blinked back tears of indignation, the barbs finding their way home in 
the sensitive flesh of her ego. He always, ever since childhood, had a way 
of hurting her. The trouble was, she always ended up half-believing him. She 
was boring at times, maybe she was boring all the time. She clenched her 
fists and looked at the screen through blurred eyes. Two meri were having a 
fist fight in a bar. Maybe she was a drag, maybe everyone felt that way 
about her, and only Carl had the nerve to tell her. She didn't get all that 
many second dates at school. When dates found she wasn't like the amoral 
campus-radical-intellectuals, when she insisted on being treated like a 
lady, the dates would come once and seldom twice. 

Carl put his hand on her shoulder tenderly. "I wouldn't say things like that 
about you if I didn't believe you could be great. Just have to get over all 
those old fashioned ideas, that's all. Let yourself go a little. Now I told 
you that one, one little joint wouldn't hurt you. I gave you my word. Now 
relax and enjoy it." 

Anne brushed her long golden hair from one eye and half-smiled uncertainly 
at her brother, blinking back tears. He was like that, ruthless one minute 
and reassuring the next. Again, she found she half-believed him. Maybe he 
was right, maybe she should let herself go once in a while, show him what 
she was really like deep down inside. 

She listened to her brother carefully as he gave her instructions on how to 
smoke the marijuana and she took the lighted joint in her hands and inhaled 
deeply. 

 Chapter Two 

Her first reaction was one of shock. With a gasp and her hand to her mouth, 
she realized that quite a long time had gone by. Just how long, a few 
minutes or an hour, she wasn't quite sure. All she was sure of was that a 
long time had gone by without either of them saying a word. The joint had 
been passed back and forth between the two of them until it was a bright 
glowing nub then snuffed out. Still, no one said a word. She looked out the 
window at the movie and saw a man and woman sitting in a car, driving and 
talking. She blinked, wondering how long the movie had been going on and why 
it was all out of focus in a soft and fuzzy way. 

The bewildered young girl grinned to herself. Soft and fuzzy. She felt soft 
and fuzzy all over.In fact, the world had suddenly become soft and fuzzy, 
and time stood suspended while she delighted at her wisdom in seeing and 
feeling the world in such an out of focus manner. Then the idea seemed 
ludicrous and childish, and she giggled behind her hand that she could think 
such a silly thing. 

And still no one spoke. Carl stared at her with a careful gaze and said 
nothing. She had the eerie feeling he could sit like that all night and 
never say a word. 

Suddenly uneasy, feeling a restlessness deep in her body, she looked at the 
screen. A girl was running across a lawn with a man chasing her. The girl 
fell, laughing, in the grass right in front of the camera, and a laughing 
man fell on top of her, and the two of them tumbled together. The girl was 
wearing a blouse and her full, nakedly white breast fell out, shaking free 
and bouncing, resilient and rubbery, with her nipples tautly sticking out 
erect as the man grabbed them and began kneading and massaging them with 
both hands. He was on top of the girl, and Anne watched with a detached 
excitement that spread rapidly deep in her groin. 

"Jesus!" Carl, lying next to her was watching the screen. 

Anne looked at her brother and tried to speak. Her tongue felt heavy, and 
the air in the camper was hot and filled with the thick sickly sweet smoke 
from the marijuana cigarette. She found it difficult to remember what she 
was going to say. She found her mind in a fog, and it was difficult to focus 
her thoughts. She found herself looking at the screen again as the actress 
in the picture struggled out of her clothes and lay nakedly writhing on the 
ground. Anne gasped, wetting her lips, as she saw the actress's triangular 
wedge of sparse, softly curling black pubic hair. 

"Jesus!" Carl said again. 

"Yeah," she sighed, her voice sounding strangely calm and far away. "They 
really go all the way in these films." 

Carl crooked on one elbow to look at her. "All the way?" He made a disgusted 
face. "You've never seen hard-core stuff? You think that is something?" He 
jerked his thumb toward the screen. Again, she had to withstand his sardonic 
gaze. He suddenly crawled back dropping out of the peak. "I'll be back in a 
minute." 

She could hear him rummaging through something in the camper but found she 
couldn't pay attention. Her drugged young body was tingling sensually as she 
lay on the mattress and stared at the big screen; she watched, not really 
comprehending, as the actor tore off his clothes in a frenzy of action while 
the actress nakedly and lewdly writhed at his feet. Anne began to feel a 
buzzing, a pleasing little electrical impulse that seemed to quiver in her 
nerve endings, sending a rippling wave of erotic pleasure through her body. 
She sucked on her finger, her full, softly wet lips parted in excitement as 
she saw the actor's naked groin full of hair and dominated by a long 
dangling penis. It was only a glimpse, but she saw it and excitement - like 
a signal rocket - went off deep in her womb and exploded in a wild display 
of hotly shooting stars in her stomach. She felt the beginning of an 
impatient swelling in her vaginal lips and a naughty, deliciously warm 
slipperiness oozing down her smooth inner thighs. 

Carl was lying next to her again, crawling up on the mattress with something 
in his hand. He looked first at her hungry expression and then at the screen 
and said in disgust, "Jesus! You think that's something? Take a look at 
these. Now this is the real thing!" He tossed a packet of glossy pictures 
toward her and rolled on his side to flick on a tiny reading light in the 
peak. 

With temples pounding and her entire young body stiffened, Anne looked down 
and saw fanned out on the mattress pictures of naked men and women doing the 
most obscene things to one another. Her brain was sounding an alarm, yet she 
couldn't take her drug- glazed eyes from the depravity she saw spread out 
before her. She didn't have to see her twin brother to know that Carl was 
watching her with that sardonic gaze of his. Quickly, she turned her head 
away from the pictures and movie, and looked at the camper wall, only to 
feel a heated aching deep in her loins. She'd had the same feeling many 
times before when she would awaken late at night full of desire and a 
strange longing . .. and there was always the suppressed wish to be lewd, 
and her slender fingers would steal down to her wetly throbbing vagina and 
whisper over her erect little clitoris . . . increasing the excitement and 
desire and longing until she thought she would die unless somehow or another 
she was fulfilled. And it was her wildly pulsating clitoris, pressed tight 
up between her thighs, that was bothering her now. It throbbed and beat like 
a metronome and she knew, with fine feminine intuition, that by moving her 
legs ever-so imperceptively and tightly clenching her gently rounded young 
buttocks, she could increase her excitement even more. She looked down at 
the pictures once again. Her voice was husky as she asked, "Are these 
yours?" 

"Uh huh. Interesting, huh?" 

"Interesting!" She looked at him, her eyes dulled by marijuana as she tried 
to register her astonishment "You bought these? You look at them?" 

"Yes. I like them. You learn a lot about love making from them, don't you 
think?" 

The calmness of his answer steadied her, and his twin sister stared down at 
one of the pictures where a woman's wetly glistening lips were tightly 
ovalled around a man's hardened penis. The marijuana she had smoked was 
having its subtle effect, distorting her mind without her realizing it. She 
forgot where she was, and that her brother was lying silently by her side, 
his warm young body pressed against hers as they bent their heads together 
to look at the pictures. 

She carefully studied the one of the woman eagerly sucking the man's penis. 
She had heard about girls in her school who had done this with one boy or 
another, but she never expected to see a photograph of anyone actually doing 
it. The woman's moistly sucking mouth was stretched so wide that Anne 
wondered how she kept from choking on the enormous cock. It was so huge, and 
her lips were locked on it as though they would never let go. A rippling 
sensation of lewdness coursed through her as she pondered its size. It was 
the biggest she had ever seen, and she clasped her legs tighter together as 
she wondered what it would be like to have a penis that big shoved up 
between her thighs. Without thinking or realizing that Carl was next to her, 
she tightly flexed her ripely firm young buttocks and shifted her hips, 
feeling her overly sensitive clitoris swell achingly as it slipped and slid 
against the ever-growing hot moistness on the tight elastic crotchband of 
her panties. Almost eagerly, she flipped the picture aside, turning to the 
next one. 

She gasped as it proved to be just the opposite from the first one. The same 
woman was nakedly sitting on a couch with her feet flat on the floor and her 
legs spread wide apart. A man wearing only a pair of socks was kneeling 
between her thighs, and Anne could clearly see his tongue curling wetly into 
the puffy pink lips of her vagina. Anne's mouth gaped open at the obscene 
sight. She had heard of men doing this to women but never thought the sight 
of such a depraved act could excite her as this one lewdly stimulating 
photograph was doing. She could feel her entire heatedly aroused vaginal 
area throbbing now with a new need up between her trembling young thighs. 
Her hands had begun to shake as the same wanton emotions reflected on the 
girl's face in the picture transmitted themselves to her own inexperienced 
body. 

Next to her, Carl nodded. "A good way to learn." 

"You don't mean you would do the things these people are doing ... do you, 
Carl?" she asked incredulously. 

He shrugged. "Who can tell?" his eyes commanded her to look at him. "Maybe 
even you would be surprised at some of the things you'd want to do when in 
passion. It is a very strong thing." 

"Well... I don't think I would. It's like an animal, some of the things they 
are doing." 

"What things?" Carl asked unexpectedly, a slight grin crossing his lips. 

"This one for example." she blurted. "How can any self-respecting woman make 
love to a man like that, it's disgusting." 

He looked back at his twin sister, a masculine mirror-image of her. "Making 
love involves two people, not one." 

"You mean like this?" Anne grimly held up the picture of the woman hungrily 
sucking the enromous cock. 

"Well, she's certainly making him feel happy, she's giving to him." 

Anne became confused. Maybe he was right and maybe, with her limited 
experience with sex, wasn't she thinking of sex as a one way street with all 
the pleasure coming her way and none toward the partner? Maybe he was right! 
If one sex practice brought pleasure, why not all practices? What were the 
rules for bed? If a man thrilled you, why not thrill him right back? What 
was normal? Her mind was like putty as it wandered in a marijuana-induced 
fog, and she was puzzled because suddenly she was seeing it all from her 
brother's viewpoint: it was one way of learning to make love. Yet, she knew 
she shouldn't even be discussing things like this with her brother, but the 
correct arguments just weren't coming to her mind. She blinked, trying to 
clear her vision which had blurred slightly. 

"it's wrong," she announced in a quiet little voice. It was definitely wrong 
but still she couldn't keep her eyes away from the pictures, it was wrong 
yet she was feeling wildly exciting emotions pound through her young body, 
leaving her mouth dry, her eyes glazed, and a molten feeling deep in her 
loins, a feeling that was beginning to bubble and churn and send hot smokey 
flashes through her whole body. 

"Look at that girl's face," Carl said, ignoring her earlier statement that 
had been more of a plea than an accusation. He knew his twin sister was 
fighting a losing battle with her will. "Look at her face," he said again, 
pointing to the picture of the girl wantonly sucking the huge vein-marbled 
cock. "She's enjoying it, don't you think?" 

"Yes, yes, she is," Anne breathed, as her eyes locked on another picture of 
the same girl on a bed with her legs wide apart and the man kneeling between 
them, his thick, axe-handle penis sunk all the way into her pinkly 
glistening pussy. The camera angle showed clearly his thick white shaft 
disappearing into the fleshy, hair-fringed folds of her vagina. It was 
buried almost to the hilt; only a tiny stretch of the wetly gleaming cock's 
trunk was left showing. The girl's face was contorted into the most depraved 
picture of ecstasy that Anne had ever seen. 

God, how wonderful she must feel, with that big penis up inside her belly, 
she thought. 

Anne lay staring at the picture, then, against her will, slowly flicked the 
picture over to look at the next one. A low moan bubbled out of her throat 
as she looked at this new and even more salacious scene. The same naked girl 
and man had been joined by a third man whose massive prick stuck out rigidly 
erect from between his legs. The girl lay on a bed. No. on second look, she 
was propped on one elbow as she voraciously sucked the lust-swollen cock of 
the man kneeling by her head. The picture was so brazen and obscene, with 
just the blunted purple head of his massive cock half-way through her wetly 
ovalled lips with the rest of the long thick shaft being tightly held by her 
fingertips. The second man was lying on the bed beneath her, his mouth 
greedily locked to her moistly pink vagina, her long legs spread open and 
entwined around his neck. Anne's hand shook as she picked the picture up to 
get a better look. "Now that's what I call fun." Carl's husky voice shocked 
her as he shifted closer to her, lying on his side and pressing up against 
her. She tensed as she thought she felt his erect penis throbbing beneath 
his pants. "Do you like that?" he asked as he brazenly put a hand on one of 
her softly flushed buttocks. 

The heatedly aroused young girl found that her mouth was dry, and a growing 
sense of unease was coming over her, mingling with the lust and the 
time-loss and strange disorientation brought about by the effects of the 
marijuana. Moreover, she found all moral arguments confused in her mind. 
Something told her it wasn't right, something told her she shouldn't be 
allowing him to touch her in such a way. Yet, she was permitting him to 
caress her buttocks-and she liked it! Further, she couldn't take her eyes 
from the lewd photographs. The woman's face was still contorted with a wild 
reckless ecstasy that was contagious. Anne stared at the picture for what 
seemed a long time. Her breath was coming hard, and she felt she couldn't 
move her hips with her brother's hand burning through her dress and panties. 
He must know! The band of her panties was growing even tighter due to the 
folded swelling lips of her vagina. She had an insane desire to remove 
them-take them off and be naked in the camper. 

Carl interrupted her feverish reverie to say with a smirk, "You think that's 
hot? Wait until you see the next one." 

Anne tried to say something, but her mouth was too dry to form words. Her 
hand shook as she reached across the mattress to flick the old photo out of 
the way. She stared at the next picture, and her mouth fell open again; her 
delicate winged nostrils flared and her eyelids drooped as she felt 
something molten and electric flood into her hollow groin. She whispered, 
"Oh my God!" 

Never had she seen anything so depraved. The same girl was standing. 
Standing? No, she was crouched, her legs spread wide apart, in the middle of 
the room, and the two men were kneeling on the floor, one in front of her, 
one behind. The girl's head was thrown back in lewdly abandoned triumph, as 
her hands cupped and massaged her own breasts. The girl stood in obscene 
splendor while the two kneeling men put their hands on her hips and 
buttocks. The man in front had his thick wetly curling tongue stuck up into 
her convuluted cunt, while the one behind her flicked the tip of his tongue 
over the girl's gleaming little brown anus. The girl's face was one of 
flowing rapture as the men devoured her pussy and anus like big cats come to 
feed. 

The silence in the camper was so thick it could be cut with a knife. Both of 
the twins seemed to be holding their breath. Anne finally let her breath go 
in a deep shudder and fought for more air. She thought she was going to 
faint. 

His voice brazen, daring, Carl asked, "Do you like that one?" 

Anne couldn't answer as she felt all the muscles in her stomach relax 
lewdly, and her moistly trembling vaginal lips gaped open to permit the 
tight narrow band of her panties to slip into her cuntal crevice. She had to 
squirm her hips now, even though her brother's hand was on her buttocks and 
he would know what she was doing. She felt what she was sure was his 
erection heatedly pulsating against her hip as he leaned to see the picture. 
"Isn't that horny?" he whispered, his breath hot in her ear. 

She nodded her head dumbly. "Horny" was a good word for it. Anne had never, 
ever, in her wildest sexual fantasies, ever imagined anything so depraved 
and wanton ... or so exciting! Her fevered vagina was seeping more and more 
heatedly moist lubricant - so much so that it had wet her dress all the way 
through. Her love-starved young cunt seemed to have a life of its own, and 
it was impossible to keep it still even though she squeezed her thighs 
together. She tightly clenched her softly firm buttocks, forcing the panty 
band deep between the anal crevice made by her cheeks, and she felt it bite, 
with a pleasurable pain, against the puckered entrance to her anus. "Do . . 
. do . . . people actually do this?" she asked in a high voice that seemed 
to pant with eagerness. A wild, pot-induced thought was in her head: just 
once in her life, she would like to go to a strange city and, with 
strangers, people she'd never see again, she would like to do that, to stand 
straddling on the floor, legs wide apart, and have one man ravish her cunt 
with his long hot tongue and another sticking his tongue in her asshole at 
the same time! 

The trembling young girl felt giddy with lewd excitement and faint with the 
boldness of her thoughts. She ground her pelvis down into the mattress with 
a wanton strength, grinding the band of her panties ever deeper into her 
wetly pulsing cunt. She knew her brother was aware of what she was doing and 
what she was feeling, but she couldn't help herself; she was hot now, and 
the feeling in her groin was threatening to overpower all her common sense 
and upbringing. 

Anne put the picture down and gazed out the window. My God, she wondered, 
people can see us up here. She stirred restlessly as Carl's hand began 
gently kneading her buttocks, spreading her cheeks slightly under her dress. 
His head nodded toward the screen. "Look." 

Mindless, feeling nothing but lewdness and an itch for depravity, she looked 
at the screen and focused her eyes. The film had moved on. How long had she 
been staring at those dirty pictures? On the screen were several girls 
cavorting in a big bath with two men. and the camera clearly showed their 
big, firmly fleshed breasts glistening with bath oil . . . one of the men 
put his lips against a breast and jetted warm water onto a nipple. 

Anne closed her eyes as her nostrils flared again. Sex seemed to be 
everywhere. "Do you like that one?" Carl asked again, nodding toward the 
picture while taking his hand away from her buttocks and doing something 
with his fingers. Anne shuddered. What could she say? She looked again at 
the photograph of the girl with the men licking her body and her breasts 
tilted upward by her hands. Carl suddenly pressed a brown cigarette to her 
lips and she drew deeply without hesitation. She was beyond noticing that it 
was more of the conscience killing marijuana. The sweet acrid smoke curled 
into her lungs like a soothing syrup, sweeping away any moral revulsion she 
might have felt. Her head lightened as she pulled at the cigarette heavily, 
closing her eyes tightly as each drag burned heatedly into her lungs. Then, 
after several deep, deep inhalations, she found herself wickedly enjoying 
looking at the photo. She smiled barely masking her lewd passion, as she 
felt her brother's hand drop on her buttocks and pat them, pulling her dress 
up in the process. 

"Do people really do this?" She held the picture up in her hand ignoring the 
fact that now only the flimsy little white panties were between her buttocks 
and his fingers. 

"Yes," he whispered, pressing his pelvis against her hip. "And they like it. 
Do you like it?" There was no longer any doubt about his erection, it beat 
and pounded hotly against her thigh. 

Anne's breath was coming heavy and hard. It was hot in the camper and both 
of them were covered with a fine film of perspiration as they lay side by 
side, staring at the picture in a drug-induced trance. Nothing interrupted 
their glazed concentration, not even Carl's hand snaking under her skirt and 
touching the fleshy bottom of her trembling buttocks. Her dress was pulled 
up around her hips so her buttocks were exposed and her asscheeks, like twin 
hemispheres, stuck out from under her panties. Her flesh quivered as his 
warm fingers tantalizingly traced their way back and forth over her cheeks. 
Vaguely, she knew what they were doing was wrong. By the time she had her 
thoughts focused, Carl had given her another order. 

"Look at the next picture." 

Her unsteady hand flipped the old picture aside and she couldn't help a 
twitching, wanton smile from forming on her lips. It showed the girl in 
close-up. She was doing the kneeling this time. The two men were standing 
close together, facing one another with most of their bodies out of the 
camera frame. The girl held a cock in each hand as she greedily tried to 
guide both of the rigidly erect shafts in her mouth at once. Anne gaped as 
she felt her brother's hand drop down into the nakedly trembling crevice of 
her buttocks. "How could she do such a thing!" 

"You don't like that?" he asked, using his outstretched middle finger to 
slide up and down the oval cleft. 

"I didn't say that," she whispered back, conscious that they both were 
talking in a hushed excited whisper. Her hips began a slow wanton writhing 
under his probing touch. 

"What's the matter?" he asked, holding his breath. 

"Nothing," she said, feeling the band moist and biting deeper into her cunt. 
"Just got uncomfortable, that's all." 

"Why don't you get relaxed," he said, "Why don't you take some clothes off 
and be more comfortable? You could go to sleep if you wanted to." 

She stared at her brother, the dimple in her chin looking suddenly impish as 
an almost salacious grin spread across her face. It was fun being alone like 
this with him, fun with the naughty feeling of doing something she shouldn't 
be doing. Hell, he was her brother and this was, in a way, her home. The 
camper was an extension of her home. She only knew one thing: she had to get 
that panty-band away from her groin. She grinned and said, "I think I will. 

Don't look!" 

He turned his head and Anne squirmed and twisted her hips pulling her wet 
panties off and hiding them under the mattress. She had never in her life 
felt so wickedly free and she enjoyed it . . . being here - without panties 
- almost naked with her twin brother and his dirty pictures. The young girl 
rolled back over on her stomach again. She knew her dress was still bunched 
up around her waist, her naked young buttocks gleaming whitely in the 
subdued light, but it didn't matter. 

She picked up the photograph again, feeling a delicious thrill run through 
her as she stared at the lewd scene. The woman was holding both of the cocks 
right in front of her hungry, wide-open mouth, her fingers skinning the 
foreskins back to expose the mushroom head of each one full and bulging with 
an impatient lust. The woman's eyes were almost closed, wetly glistening 
lips were open in a lax smile as the flat of her tongue snaked around the 
head of one cock. 

Anne had to put the picture down and look at the next one while she again 
felt her brother's warm hand moving familiarly over her nakedly exposed 
young buttocks. Out of the corner of her eye she saw he was looking back 
down at her gently rounded asscheeks and a wanton thrill smoked in her 
brain. She was wicked! She was evil! She was doing something she knew she 
shouldn't do, yet she found herself looking hungrily at her brother's face, 
touching it with her trembling hands as she dropped the picture. With a loud 
groan, his open mouth locked on hers and, at the same time, his hand pressed 
all the way between her buttocks, and she lazily and brazenly spread her 
legs apart and lifted her hips slightly so that his hand could reach over 
her wetly quivering pussy. 

.. . Now, lying in bed in their cabin and listening to the lake water 
lapping at the shore outside, it was difficult for her to tell who did what 
to whom. Who had acted first? Did she wantonly and immorally seduce him? Or 
was it Carl seducing her: or had it been the both of them together? 

It didn't matter, and now that she remembered it all, she had to go on, her 
mind caught up again in a vortex of lewd passion for her brother. 

It had happened in that drive-in, in the peak of their camper, with anyone 
who wanted to being able to look up and see them . . . 

Anne had arched her back obscenely, jutting her firmly fleshed young 
buttocks up while her head reared and twisted, and she felt his hot tongue 
wetly driving in and out of her mouth. Her legs were spread and his 
outstretched middle finger was sawing in and out of her moistly clasping 
cunt, bringing obscene moans of pleasure from her lust contorted lips. Anne 
was gripped in an animal-like lewdness that drove all reason from her mind. 
She heard the zip of her brother's pants, and her hand flew of its own 
volition to his massively throbbing cock. She found herself tightly gripping 
his rigid warmness, a warmness that was hardening even now and growing in 
her grasp. She began eagerly stroking it as his finger sawed in and out and 
up and down her feverishly churning cunt. Then Carl was over her, slipping 
behind her and forcing his way between her splayed young legs. With a 
hissing gasp of breath, she spread her legs even more and lifted her wildly 
trembling buttocks up in obscene invitation. Her eye focused on still 
another glossy photograph right in front of her face. Anne let out a low 
animal moan as she looked and saw the girl skewered, her legs split wide, 
between the two men. She groaned aloud again as she stared at the picture 
and felt her brother's cock sliding up and down the full wet length of her 
voracious cunt while his finger intermittently sawed in and out with a 
slippery ease that left her begging for more. 

Anne could see the girl in the picture was being fucked in the anus and cunt 
at the same time. She was sandwiched between the two men who seemed to be 
tearing at her body with all their might. The girl's face was caught in that 
moment of intense rapture when the expression is contorted with sheer, 
animal ecstasy. She obviously was dimming as the men fucked her with all 
their might. 

Anne closed her eyes and felt the swollen heatedly pulsating head of her 
brother's cock press against her own love starved cunt, and felt herself, 
with an eager animal lunge, spread the lips of her vagina and shove up 
against his massive prick, stamping it with the moistness of her hotly 
impatient secretions. The wetly trembling lips of her pussy seemed to stick 
slightly as she pulled away. She felt Carl's hands coming down over her 
shoulders, circling and closing over her breasts. She was taut, supporting 
almost all her weight on her knees and elbows as she restlessly arched her 
back and felt her brother's sure strong hands unbuttoning the front of her 
dress. 

He was undressing her, forcing her brassiere up, pulling her ripely dangling 
young breasts free so that they spilled nakedly out of her dress. Her eyes 
opened a slit and she looked out the peak window. Anyone down below, getting 
out of a car or simply walking by on the way to the refreshment stand, could 
see her exposed breasts. They were big, melony, white and well-formed, with 
her elongated little nipples being dark red and standing up tautly as his 
fingers expertly pinched them into life. The idea of someone looking up and 
seeing her head and shoulders and breasts while her naked brother was on top 
of her, was wickedly exciting. Her breath came through her nostrils heavy 
and labored as she felt his thick, hotly throbbing cock pressing harder 
against the warmly moist opening to her cunt. A moment later, a jolt of 
wanton pleasure shot through her young body as the head of his penis slid 
just inside her wetly clasping pussy mouth and lodged there - beating like a 
powerful second heart. 

Anne closed her eyes and let herself behave like an animal, like the girl in 
the photos. She moved by instinct, with the knowledge and obscene thrill 
that she was being even more lewd and wanton than the girl in the 
photographs. She was fucking her brother, her twin brother! 

The thought shot through her brain with the speed of light. The oldest and 
most taboo of sins: Incest! She was fucking her own brother dog fashion, 
with her back lewdly arched and her knees bent slightly so that her legs 
were split; her softly fleshed young buttocks were reared high where her 
brother had sunk his rigidly long cock home, his mighty shaft of flesh 
spreading her vaginal lips into a perfectly taut "O" around the impaling 
cudgel. He grunted and began hammering it in even deeper into her wantonly 
heaving belly. With a cruelly tantalizing slowness, he sawed his huge, wetly 
glistening cock in and out, stretching her quivering cunt, pulling tight 
pink pussy lips outward on each withdrawal stroke, then folding them back in 
again as he drove home even further. 

If anyone outside had looked up they would have seen the young girl with her 
eyes almost shut, her mouth laxly open and her head thrown wantonly back to 
expose her long graceful neckline and her two nakedly billowing breasts that 
quivered and shook as she rested on her elbows, while her brother nakedly 
crouched behind and dog fucked her into near insensibility. Anne felt 
completely dominated by her brother's mind and body. With a lewd thrill that 
made her grit her teeth as her naked young body shuddered under his, she 
realized she would do anything for her brother. Yes, she thought, as her 
madly thrashing buttocks churned up and down in a well-oiled movement on her 
brother's long, hotly throbbing cock, she would do anything for her brother! 
She would do all the things in the pictures! She would even be willing to 
pose for them! Her mind seethed with wildly wicked ideas of perversions they 
could do together, and she hoped that he would dominate her and force her to 
his will. Wasn't he always right about her? She fucked back against him with 
all her might, her naked breasts dancing under her as her body dripped sweat 
and reacted to each wonderfully punishing thrust from behind. Slowly, her 
brother was forcing her forward until her face was pressed against the 
window pane, and anyone in the drive-in could see the two of them fucking. 

She didn't care! Let them all look, let them see her doing something even 
more sinful and wrong and exciting than was shown in the pictures. Anyone 
could see that they were brother and sister, committing the worst sin of 
all: incest. Anyone could have seen their slow and wanton writhings in the 
camper peak as he fucked her ever forward, forcing her around sideways, as 
he fucked with all his wild young might, plunging his massively pulsating 
penis in and out of her wet, eagerly trembling pussy, swooping deeper each 
time. He began thrusting like a maniac as he mounted and drove toward an 
earth-cracking orgasm. And then, long before he was ready for it, he felt 
the hotly impatient sperm swirling in his lust-bloated testicles . . . and 
then it was spurting in hot white jets from the head of his wildly jerking 
cock. 

Anne, eyes closed, felt the hot sticky warmth spewing into her eagerly 
twitching cunt, and it triggered her own climax; her shamelessly aroused 
young body began convulsing as her loins danced and jerked in a lewd dance 
of lust. She continued to cum, nakedly pressed up against the window pane as 
Carl gasped for breath and his long, rigidly erect penis pumped in and out, 
slower......and slower.......and slower . . . until it lay motionless in her 
warmly milking womb. Anne felt her body shuddering under his as she had her 
orgasm over and over until she was in a realm of pure bliss. Her lips 
twisted in a lascivious smile as she kept cumming with her body reacting in 
fine spasms of trembling, and she felt as if she were going to pass out. 

Then it was over! The young girl lay on her stomach, her dress bunched and 
twisted around her waist, her firmly rounded breasts and buttocks exposed 
obscenely. In her drugged mind, she realized a truth: whatever else she was, 
she was depraved! 

She loved it! Every minute of it! Her only fear was that her brother was not 
half so perverted as she! She would gladly perform any act he wanted. Do 
anything he asked. She sprawled nakedly, her legs split wide, obscene, 
brazen, her eyes blinking, trying to focus as she looked out at the drive-in 
screen and saw the movie ending. Only then did her brother pull his now 
flaccid penis from her warmly flowing cunt... 

It was a long time before they got back to the cabin. Jeff complained 
sleepily on the living room couch and got up, shivering, and joined Carl in 
the camper, while Anne slipped into the bedroom she shared with her mother. 
For some reason that wasn't clear, her mother wanted the family sleeping 
that way. 

Anne shivered her way into bed, then found she couldn't sleep. Remorse, like 
a cruel heavy hammer, hovered over her head. She lay in bed and began to 
feel remorse for what she had done, fighting back tears. She wanted to tell 
her mother, but couldn't bring herself to do it. Reliving the evening had 
only aroused her forbidden desire once again. She lay until morning with her 
body aching, her mind full of conflicting emotions. . . and a wet, eager 
warmness up between her young thighs. 

 Chapter Three 

Margo and Jeff sat out on the sun deck in their bathing suits and sipped 
Bloody Marys while Margo watched Anne and Carl rowing out on the lake. She 
adjusted her dark glasses as she watched her daughter carefully. They had 
been on vacation for almost a week now, and Margo knew there was definitely 
something wrong with Anne. She watched the two children now as Carl rowed 
while his sister sat staring over the side at the water. There didn't seem 
anything wrong with the girl's health. But something was bothering her! She 
looked haggard and troubled and seemed to lose the thread of conversation, 
often stopping in mid-sentence, her eyes focused off into space. 

Margo had talked to Jeff about it and he, typical male, didn't notice 
anything and suggested that maybe Anne was in love with some boy back at 
school. Margo decided to say nothing more but keep a watch on her daughter 
and wait for the right time. If there was one thing she had learned in her 
thirty four years, it was to wait for the right time. To each thing there is 
a season . . . those words seemed so true. 

She sipped from her drink and shifted in her deck chair, turning her 
voluptuous body toward the sun. She was wearing a shamelessly brief bikini 
that almost nakedly exposed her sensual figure. If there was one thing Margo 
was rightfully proud of in her life, it was her body. She took precious good 
care of it, exercising and being careful of her diet. She used any excuse to 
get into a bikini or tennis togs to show off her figure. Her long tanned 
legs tapered down to thin ankles, and her thighs were firm and well formed. 
When she wore her bikini, it seemed as if her ripely full breasts were 
stuffed into her bra and spilled out, overflowing. She was proud of her 
still shapely breasts which were slightly bigger and just as firm as those 
of her fifteen year-old daughter. 

It pleased her whenever people mistook her for Anne's sister and suggested 
she might do one of those mother-daughter commercials. She spent each night 
in front of the mirror, carefully going over her face for any sign of a 
wrinkle. Margo, at thirty four, could easily pass for twenty six or seven. 
Still, though, she was deeply conscious of advancing age and troubled by it. 
Jeff, at forty two, had the beginnings of a pot belly and double chin. Jeff 
also hit the bottle hard, and that already showed in his face. 

Margo slid her dark glasses down on her nose and looked at her husband who 
was half asleep in his deck chair. He wasn't at all like her first husband, 
the twins father. That man had been an animal in bed, and Margo had to admit 
she loved her nightly rape. But he was dead now over ten years, and life 
with Jeff was almost satisfying. Jeff was a good man, not exciting, but 
steady in his own way. He worked hard at public relations and made good 
money. But he put long hours into the business and drank hard with clients . 
. . and came home half-drunk and beat, wanting nothing but to go to bed . . 
. and sleep! 

Jeff was another problem for Margo. He wasn't interested in sex with her 
anymore, and she wondered if he had another woman somewhere. This vacation 
was something Margo had planned. If he got enough rest, he might become 
romantic again. Margo Greer was a woman with a lot of courage. When her 
first husband died, she threw herself into rearing her kids, and she saved 
herself, figuring that someday the right man might come along. Jeff Greer 
was the man, and she was loyal to him. Now, at thirty four, aware that she 
didn't have too many more years left, she was determined to enjoy them. She 
thought of various ways to make herself attractive to her husband, and she 
wiggled when she walked in her bikini and tried everything to arouse him. 

Yet it had been Jeff who arranged for Margo and Anne to share the cabin, 
saying, "We can't let Anne and Carl sleep together in the cabin or camper. I 
mean, they're grown up now! Just look at that daughter of yours." 

Even in his love making, Jeff was pretty sedate and conventional. Only one 
thing seemed to arouse him every time: when she went down on him and sucked 
his penis. It never failed! Yet, since they's been on vacation, she hadn't 
even had a chance to do that. When they were alone, he complained of being 
tired; when the twins were around, it was, of course, out of the question. 
Yet Margo was a strong and willful woman. She had promised herself that when 
she was ready for the grave, she would have no regrets, feeling sure that 
she had experienced everything. Before she was through, she wanted to go to 
an orgy, and she freely admitted - to herself - that she wouldn't mind a 
little swapping in the least. She had hinted, unsuccessfully, to Jeff about 
swapping, but it had gone right over his head. 

To each thing there is a season .. . Margo sipped her Bloody Mary and smiled 
to herself. The third night of their vacation she had demanded of her 
husband that he take her out to dinner and leave the twins at home. Carl 
thought the idea was fine, and Anne had been in her brown mood, not saying 
much at all. So it was arranged that the children would stay at the cabin, 
while Margo and Jeff took the camper and went out for dinner. 

The dinner had been great and Margo had managed to keep Jeff down to three 
martinis. She had a plan. She smiled at her husband, flirting, the dimple in 
her chin looking wicked and showing the family resemblance between her and 
Anne. Her heart-shaped face was tan, her eyes clear washed blue as she 
asked, "How about a movie?" 

Jeff grunted. "Okay, but where's a movie around here?" 

"The drive-in, silly, the one the kids went to." 

"Aren't we a little old for drive-ins?" 

"Only as old as you feel, honey." 

So, not realizing they were repeating the actions of their children, they 
decided to go to the drive-in. When Margo saw that the films were X-rated, 
she laughed, "Those little brats! They never told us!" 

Jeff chuckled as he parked the camper in almost the same spot it had been 
parked a few nights earlier. Jeff fetched popcorn and candy and slouched 
down behind the wheel, immediately getting absorbed in the movie. 

Margo sat smiling at her husband, her hand resting on his shoulders: she 
used one finger to scratch the nape of his neck. An idea hit her as she 
looked at the roof of the cab. "Jeff, let's go up in the peak and watch the 
movie!" 

"Naw," he said, "There's no way to get the sound up there." 

She leaned toward him, her voice seductively smooth and velvet. "We can lie 
down up there, and when I get through with you, you won't want any sound." 

"It's like watching TV in bed only this is X-rated TV. Who needs sound? Cone 
on!" She got out of the cab with Jeff reluctantly following. It wasn't until 
he had crawled up in the peak that he suddenly became aware of what she had 
in mind. She cuddled next to him, grinning "You watch those silly naked 
girls while I amuse myself." A slow insinuating smile came over his face as 
he felt her warm hand slowly unzip his pants. 

He looked out at the screen and saw a woman running and laughing in a field. 
He saw her fall and saw a pursuing man fall on top of her. He saw the girl's 
wildly superb breasts tumble out of her blouse, and he watched the man 
eagerly massage them as he felt Margo pull his thickening cock free from his 
pants. She;began to caress and stroke it, rubbing the thick foreskin back 
and forth, then slipping her hand inside his undershorts and cradling his 
heavy testicles in her palm. Jeff groaned, relaxed, and lay back. The young 
mother smiled wickedly and began squirming her way down his length, 
continuing the gently stroking of the loose foreskin up and down the full 
growing length of his impatiently throbbing penis. 

He looked down at her with his eyes half closed. "Oh, baby, it's been a long 
while," he moaned. 

"Look at the movie," she crooned back up at him. 

He looked out the window, lying half on his side, letting Margo do what she 
wished. Her fingernails scratched lightly and teasingly against the 
sensitive underside of his cock, and the rigid flesh jerked in response. 
Suddenly, he knew her face was down by his groin, for he could feel the hot 
air from her breath blowing close against it. He gave a little groan of 
pleasure as he felt her stroke his hardness first with one hand and then 
between both of them at the same time. He groaned and thrust his loins 
forward involuntarily, as the warm moistness of her wetly open lips closed 
over the throbbing sensitive lust-swollen head of his penis. 

"Aaaaahhhhh!" he sighed, reaching down and tangling his hands tightly in her 
hair to guide the rhythm of her bobbing head below. He took his eyes from 
the silent screen to watch her contorted face. It made the sensation that 
much more exciting when he could see the whitely glistening thickness of his 
long prick buried between her tightly ovalled sucking lips. 

Margo looked brazenly back up at him as her tongue began a slow twirling 
around and around the blood-inflated head, and she was pleased to see what 
effect she was having on him. 

Eagerly, his hips began to pump, and he looked down at his wife's face as 
his rigidly pulsating cock began to saw rhythmically in and out of her warm, 
moistly sucking mouth. The lewd sight caused his loins to tense and he 
jerked his penis into her face until it seemed as though he were sinking the 
long hard length of it all the way down her greedily working throat. Almost 
all of his gleaming pole of flesh seemed to disappear with each hard inward 
thrust he made until only a little stretch of it, white and glistening, 
protruded slightly from her lips. 

Her tongue, with a nerve-tingling lick on the outstroke, was making the 
excitedly swollen head throb and jerk as though his heart itself were 
beating inside. He watched, hypnotized, staring at the soft red flesh of her 
lips being pulled grotesquely out, wetly clinging to the hard hot flesh of 
his cock as she sucked hungrily. Her breasts jerked and danced under her 
dress and, as he saw the invitingly deep cleavage, he wished he had made her 
strip naked. 

The movie forgotten, he dropped his head heavily on the mattress and hissed, 
"Suck it, suck my cock," as Margo slaved below and he abruptly felt the 
intolerable pressure growing in his sperm-bloated balls. He knew it wouldn't 
be long now. His wildly jerking prick felt as if it were beyond capacity and 
ready to explode like the popping of a giant balloon that, when it went, 
would spew its insides for miles in all directions. He shoved his loins hard 
up against the young mother's contorted face, hearing her protesting mumble 
that went unheeded in his quest for the final end of this wonderful torture 
that was building - building - building until all at once he felt the white 
hot stream begin deep in his balls and race up the full jerking length of 
his cock. He gasped and his lips were tightly bared back over his teeth as 
though he had been tortured by fire. 

His massively heated penis began a sudden wild, staccato jerking that 
flooded without warning into Margo's wildly sucking young mouth with jolt 
after jolt of white-hot sperm, bloating her cheeks outward with each 
bullet-like spurt until she swallowed to keep from choking, all the while 
mewling and crooning hungrily at his thrusting loins. 

"Don't stop, keep sucking, keep suckinnnnnngggg!" he managed to gasp as his 
hands tangled tighter in her hair, convulsively ramming his cock farther and 
farther down her laboring throat. She went on sucking wildly as he continued 
shooting his load deep, deep into her voracious mouth. 

With one last earth-shattering groan, he emptied the last of his 
super-heated sperm into her lips, but Margo went on nibbling gently, sucking 
every last drop from the wildly jerking cock. 

Gradually, the satiated penis deflated in her mouth. Jeff threw his arms out 
to the side in exhaustion, a great sigh of relief escaping from his lips. 
The young mother lay for awhile with her head on his thigh, still nibbling 
gently at the limp, exhausted penis in front of her, and then she crawled up 
his length and kissed him, digging her hot, quivering tongue deep into his 
mouth. "What's happening with the movie?" she asked teasingly. 

He groaned aloud. "Honey, you're better than any X-rated movie I ever saw." 

The tip of one finger brushed back and forth over the bridge of his nose. 
"And I suppose you see all the X-rated films, don't you? Come on, confess." 

He laughed and took her in his arms. "Mmmmmm. That made me sleepy." 

She patted his head, forcing herself to hide her bitter disappointment. 
"Take a nap. I'll wake you when it's time to go." 

And that had been the only time they had had sex since they started 
vacation. Margo really didn't mind sucking Jeffs cock, in fact, she loved 
it, but it always left her horny. And frustrated! She had watched the movie 
with her passion aroused, while Jeff slept next to her. 

But if Margo was frustrated from lack of sex, Anne was suffering the exact 
opposite. Her roommate at the private girls, school, had gotten a copy of 
the unexpurgated Marquis de Sade. Anne had read the forbidden book one night 
and was fascinated much the same way one is fascinated in watching a snake 
devour a rat. When she had finished the book, she found herself strangely 
aroused and revolted. Surely no one ever lived that way, surely no one 
could! 

Yet now Anne found herself living in a nightmare in which she was a good 
daughter when around her parents, and a bestial almost insatiable whore when 
around her twin brother. Carl's will had taken her over completely. The one 
thing Anne couldn't deny was that she thrilled to Carl's debasement of her. 
She found a strange compelling satisfaction in being sexually dominated and 
humiliated by her twin brother. Carl was like a mad genius, all charm and 
manners around his parents, a snarling, sneering, dominating sex fiend when 
alone. Their parents went for a walk around the lake just before sundown, 
and Carl forced Anne to strip naked. She stood facing him in the cabin and 
took all her clothes off, popping her bra-clasp behind and having her softly 
firm young breasts leap free and firm, like two musk-melons ripe for eating. 
Placing her thumbs inside her little white panties, she wiggled out of them 
until they fell, silently, around her bare feet. She stepped out of them and 
stood nakedly waiting for him to command her. Her straining breasts became 
hard and pointed as he tied her hands behind her, and her lovely young face 
winced at the pain, even as the pain was mingling with her perverted 
pleasure. With her hands tightly tied behind her, her large breasts jutted 
out all the more as she subserviently followed him through the cabin. 

He tied her to a plain wooden kitchen chair then commanded her to sit on the 
very edge of it. At his order, she spread her legs open wide, her feet flat 
on the floor and watched with uncontrollable tremors of delight as his 
tongue licked along the smooth insides of her thighs and toward her pubic 
hair: toward her eagerly gaping cunt that glistened with a heated moistness. 
She let out a low moan of ecstasy as she felt his thick tongue wetly curl up 
into her hot little pussy, spreading her vaginal lips as it probed deep. 

He tortured her exactly the way the girl in the picture had been so 
exquisitely tortured as his tongue darted in and out, and his warmly wet 
lips sucked at her tender cunt. Her mouth fell open deliriously and she 
moaned as her head lolled back and her hips began moving in tight, hungry 
little circles. The raped young girl moved like a belly dancer in 
slow-motion, undulating and grinding as the rope cruelly bit into her wrists 
tied securely to the chair. She felt her movements building, lubricated and 
lewd, until she was pumping obscenely and shamelessly shrieking in joy, 
building to a climax as her body jerked uncontrollably and her eyes rolled, 
showing all white. 

It seemed as though her brother was diabolically waiting, the way he would 
jump on her the moment the parents left the cabin. Margo said she and Jeff 
were going into town to shop. Did anyone want to come along? Anne shot a 
glance at Carl who shook his head almost imperceptively. "I've got this book 
I want to finish," Anne said lamely. The camper had no sooner pulled out of 
the driveway before Carl was ordering her to strip, and she obeyed with a 
lewdly resigned smile that trembled on the border of depravity. She simply 
couldn't help herself as she tugged on her bra straps and stripped naked in 
front of him, knowing she would do anything he demanded of her. She was his, 
dominated by his will. And she hated it... loved it! 

Again she was undressing in front of him, her weight on one leg and all the 
hidden suppleness of her ripe young body was seen as she stepped out of her 
panties, the nakedly rounded cheeks of her buttocks rising and falling. 
Again, he was forcing her hands behind her and roughly tying them with rope. 
Again, her heavily straining breasts, with little half-moons of soft flesh 
under them, were forced to jut out,.. and she felt her sensitive little 
nipples caking and becoming pointed and hard with desire. 

Her brother led her to the middle of the bedroom where he forced her to 
kneel and she knelt, feeling a hot moistness forming immediately up between 
her legs. On her knees, her breasts were forced out all the more by her 
position. Carl opened a closet door that had a full length mirror screwed 
inside of it, and adjusted the door until she could see herself, naked and 
tied, kneeling like a captive slave in the middle of the room. He came back 
and stood over her. "Now to continue our lesson in oral love making," he 
said, unzipping his fly and taking out his thick, eagerly throbbing cock. He 
held it in front of her face, bouncing it in the palm of his hand as it 
continued to swell and grow hard, and she could see the bluish-red 
blood-filled head emerging from the thick foreskin. 

He stood with one hand on his hip and the other hand lightly holding the 
massively long staff between thumb and forefinger. Slowly, he pulled the 
skin back so that the blunted head emerged then suddenly blossomed out. With 
a wicked smile of triumph on his lips, he brushed the oozing thick head back 
and forth over his sister's wetly parted young lips. She jerked her head to 
one side and immediately felt his hands tangle in her hair, forcing her head 
around. 

"Look, we haven't got all day," he growled as he thrust his hips brutally 
forward; his cock, like a crude battering ram, pushed against her lips, 
forcing them apart before sliding along her gritted teeth. The alien taste 
was in her mouth -all warm and pungent - and he pulled away for a moment as 
she smacked her lips. The kneeling young girl had never imagined herself 
ever doing such a thing and had never wondered about the taste. Now, as she 
knelt on the floor, she decided that she liked the taste, that it delighted 
her! Beyond his right hip, she could see herself, and him, in the mirror. 
She watched, mesmerized as he slowly drew her wetly parted mouth toward his 
long rigidly throbbing cock. She watched her mouth open and her quivering 
little red tongue slide out and flick over the end of his prick where a drop 
of pearl- colored cum had formed. 

The sight of her kneeling naked, tied, and being debased, was all the more 
exciting. She opened her mouth wide and her brother rammed his impatiently 
pulsing penis in with one mighty lunge of his hips. She choked, not having 
realized it was so big. Still, though, she wanted it all, and stretched her 
jaws wide to get the thick cock in, and she sucked with all her might, 
watching with a growing excitement as her cheeks hollowed and bloated 
alternatively in the mirror. 

Anne's humiliation was complete as he held her head in his hands while his 
hips pumped obscenely and he fucked into her tightly compressed lips. He 
went wild with the effort, fucking her until they lost their balance. Anne 
pitched backward to the rug with a crash and saw stars . . . then gagged and 
choked as his massively thick cock slid down the back of her throat. Carl 
didn't stop except to shift his weight. Her head was banging painfully 
against the floor as he wildly fucked her in the mouth. The young girl was 
sucking with all her strength when his huge, heatedly jerking penis began 
shooting gobs of white-hot sperm into her mouth. She gagged and swallowed, 
her gluttonously working throat devouring every drop of his hot sticky cum. 
With a guttural sound, he slid from her, his cock wetly slipping out of her 
mouth, and he rolled on his back, leaving her quivering nakedly on the 
floor, her mouth full of his cum and her hands tied painfully behind her 
back. 

During the days that followed, her seemingly insatiable brother was at her 
constantly. Anne was emotionally exhausted, and her gaze was taking on a 
lacklustre quality as her eyes seemed hollowed. Whenever she had time to 
herself to think, she found that what she was doing disgusted her. It wasn't 
right! It wasn't normal! Yet she loved it! Whenever he made new and even 
more sadistic demands on her, she found herself complying, filled at first 
with a revulsion that soon turned to a completely uncontrollable depraved 
lust. To her, he was the most exciting man in the world because he was her 
brother, her twin, and thus was forbidden fruit. And how delicious and 
erotic was this forbidden fruit between his muscular young thighs! 

They met late at night, tiptoeing out onto the sundeck, and he would 
insanely fuck her on the boards that were still warm from the sun. She 
almost hoped that they would get caught, that someone other than Carl could 
see her depravity. They almost got caught the night Carl decided they would 
do a 69 on the sundeck. 

He made her lie naked on her back on the warm boards with the stars and the 
moon above her. Her knees were bent and slightly separated. She was sure she 
had never looked sexier with her slender waist and her high upthrust young 
breasts, and the way her back arched off the boards lifting her softly 
fleshed buttocks enticingly off the floor. She spread her legs even more, 
allowing him to see the hair-fringed and pink fluted lips of her excited 
cunt moistly gleaming in the moonlight. 

He knelt on either side of her head, facing her feet, and she looked up at 
his heavily dangling balls and looming cock silhouetted against the moon. He 
bent over her and she felt his hotly wet mouth fasten like a leech on her 
cunt as his body blotted out the sky. Hungrily, her hands reached up to 
guide her brother's massively heated cock into her mouth. They began to 
writhe, moving together in a pagan rhythm as old as time, itself. They 
undulated obscenely together with his head up between her thighs, and her 
hips lewdly grinding up to take all of the wetly tormenting thrust of his 
tongue . . . while her moist young mouth eagerly sucked on his shaft pumping 
slowly in and out... in and out. .. 

It was the wantonly abandoned movement, the writhing, and undulating that 
got to her, and she forgot where they were as she orgasmed and cried out, 
"AAaaagggghhhhhhaaaaa! I'm cumm-iiimmngggg!" She took his penis from her 
mouth and cried out helplessly as she came again and again, her young body 
nakedly convulsing on the boards. 

There was a noise inside the cabin as Margo awoke. The light went on in the 
bedroom, and Margo rubbed her eyes and saw Anne's bed was empty. She yawned 
and stretched. She had heard a sound outside, a sound coming from the 
sundeck. She fumbled into a robe and found a flashlight and went padding 
out, peering ahead with the flashlight. A cone of light picked up Carl and 
Anne huddling on the sundeck, soaking wet from a quick dip in the lake, the 
bathing suits on. 

The boy gave his most charming grin. "I couldn't sleep and talked Anne into 
going for a moonlight swim. Man, is that water ever cold! Anne yelled." 

Margo flashed the light directly into her daughter's face and saw her eyes 
wide and disturbed. The girl was breathing hard. "I was scared," she 
whispered. 

Margo kept the flashlight on her. There was something wrong with Anne's 
expression, something wild and strange in her look. She shined the light 
around the sundeck to see if anyone else was there. She looked at her 
children again. Something was going on and, whatever it was, they didn't 
want her to know . . . even though it was bothering the hell out of Anne. 
Again, she reminded herself that there was a time for everything, and she 
felt that soon Anne would come to her for a heart-to-heart talk. She clicked 
the light off. "Get to bed and no more moonlit swims. You scared me." 

They had more close calls. One afternoon alone, Carl had the family camera, 
a Polaroid, and demanded Anne pose nakedly for him. She did it willingly, 
finding an odd kind of horniness coming over her as he peeled off the 
pictures and showed them to her. "I'm going to keep these," he said, and she 
felt a dark thrill jolt through her. There was something tremendously 
arousing about seeing these obscene pictures of herself and knowing that he 
would keep them, perhaps show them to other men. This last thought sent a 
visible shudder of delight through her. 

Carl posed her on the bed with her legs wide apart and her knees pulled up 
against her chest while Carl crouched and got a closeup of her pink, wetly 
glistening cunt. She posed kneeling on the bed, her back to the camera as 
she bent over and exposed her naked young buttocks to the lens. At Carl's 
command, she reached behind her with both hands and spread the fleshy white 
cheeks of her ass so he could see her anus. 

She posed lying on the bed with her fully ripe breasts cupped in her hands. 
By forcing one breast up and bending her head forward, she found she could 
obscenely lick the nipple of her own breast; she did so while her brother 
took a picture of it, and she felt her already heatedly aroused vagina 
growing moist and throbbing from the bolts of intense pleasure she gave 
herself. 

Anne posed, feeling like a common street whore as she shoved a coke bottle 
up her cunt while her hips writhed in undisguised lasciviousness. She ended 
up feeling hotter than a racing car at Indianapolis Speedway, and willingly 
posed, sucking his huge pelvis, while he set the camera up and tripped the 
shutter by remote control. The result was a picture of her voraciously 
sucking her brother's wetly glistening cock with an eager look of depravity 
on her young face. 

Each time alone with Carl was like an addictive drug, a mad orgy that ended 
with her abject and begging for more. She knew she would be his lover for 
the rest of her life or until he got tired of her. She would do whatever he 
said. If she had known what his evil young mind had in store for her, she 
probably wouldn't sleep at all. He was going to humiliate and debase her 
beyond her wildest imaginings . . . 

 Chapter Four 

The trouble was, Anne knew they would get caught. It was a thing she 
couldn't quite admit to her conscious mind, but subconsciously, she knew 
that one or both of them would do something to give the whole thing away. 
They had come close to being caught the last two afternoons in a row: once 
during the photographic session and just this afternoon when they were in 
the cabin alone together. Carl made her strip naked again and stand behind 
the couch that Jeff sometimes slept on. He made her bend over the back of 
the couch so that her legs were straight but her buttocks were exposed, 
framing her hair-lined tight little cunt. He was fucking her from behind, 
slamming his eagerly heated penis into her wetly clasping cunt so violently 
that her breasts jumped and shook with each brutal thrust. The look on her 
face was one of dazed depravity as she felt the jolting thrills shoot like 
powerful electrical shocks. 

Then, the camper pulled up! Instantly, they were in motion, Anne with heart 
pounding as she nakedly ran to the bedroom and hunted frantically for her 
bathing suit. Jeff came through the front door whistling. He had forgotten 
his wallet and come back for it. He chatted with Carl for a minute. Carl had 
his bathing trunks on and was sitting on the couch with his legs crossed, 
reading a book, "Where's Anne?" Jeff asked. 

Carl shrugged. "Dunno. In her room, I think." 

After Jeff had left Carl continued to ravage and sexually dominate his 
sister, and she submitted, loving it, loving every lewd perverted moment of 
it. 

There were times when she was alone that became close to unendurable. Her 
conscience and her character came to the fore, and she knew that what they 
were doing was insane and wrong, and she longed to confess, to get help. She 
coukhv't bring herself to tell her mother. In fact, the longer the 
relationship went on and the more involved with her brother she became, the 
less she wanted to talk to her mother. She tried avoiding her or at least 
being alone with her and talking about anything intimate. Margo was sharp 
and this, too, was noticed by her. To each thing there is a season ... she 
told herself, biding her time. 

Margo noticed Anne had begun spending more and more time with Jeff Jeff was 
a big man and a loveable one. He was easy to be around and made few demands 
on the family. To Anne, he became a respite, a cove in which she could relax 
from her emotional storms. He was one man who wouldn't make sexual demands 
on her. Although her step-father, she knew him better than her real father. 
And Jeff, being male and vane, was pleased to have her ripe young body 
around him. She was a younger version of her mother, and her heart-shaped 
face with the devilish dimple in her chin was something he was fond of 
looking at. She made him his evening cocktail, bringing him an extra-dry 
martini in a frosted glass. He liked to hug her sensual young body and joke 
with her. 

This, too, was noticed by Margo. Standing inside the cabin, she looked out 
at the sundeck and saw her husband standing with drink in hand, talking to 
her daughter, and a terrible thought intruded its way into her mind. She 
could put certain things together and come up with a nasty possibility. 
Jealousy, fast as a raging forest fire, swept through her soul. She looked 
at her daughter leaning against the rail in her brief little bikini that 
showed so much flesh; Anne was smiling up at Jeff and Margo instantly was 
jealous. Her daughter's figure was slim and lithe, her legs long and 
tapered, her breasts beautifully high and firm; they were fully as large as 
her own, Margo noted, as they bounced invitingly when Anne stood on her toes 
and flirted with big Jeff. 

Margo's eyes narrowed. Was it possible? She wouldn't be the first woman it 
had happened to nor the last! Jeff was at the age that psychiatrists warned 
about, that age when he felt he had to prove himself, when he still had to 
prove that he was attractive to women. She looked at her daughter and her 
husband laughing and talking and felt a pang of jealousy so strong that it 
was actually painful. She looked at her daughter's sensually voluptuous 
figure with her tiny waist, and knew that her own figure wasn't that good 
anymore and never would be again. She was old and getting older ... 

As they went into their second week of vacation, a subtle thing was 
happening to them as a family. Anne spent more and more time with Jeff, 
using him as a refuge against her brother. And Carl, sullen and handsome, 
was restless and bored .. . and made no bones about it! During the day, he 
took the camper and went off in search of friends and adventure. Anne was 
grateful that he left her alone, and she spent one whole day with Jeff out 
on the lake while Margo sat alone on the sundeck with a cigarette, dark 
glasses, and a bottle of gin. Usually she pretended to read a book, but 
really she was watching Jeff. She tried to enlist Carl in her cause, trying 
to get him to play tennis or do anything with her. Carl wasn't interested 
and said so. Instead, he wanted money from her, sarcastically saying, "And 
don't nickel and dime me to death." 

"What do you need money for up here?" 

"Movies, cokes, things." 

"Well Jeff gave you five dollars at the beginning of the week. That's 
enough." 

Carl looked at his mother barely disguising his contempt. One bad thing 
about her was the way she doled out money to him. In truth, he was out of 
grass and had gone out to meet some people his own age. He had found a 
contact and soon was thinking of buying a lot of marijuana and taking it 
back to school where he could sell it for a profit. The trouble was, he 
needed money to buy in bulk. He stood looking down in barely concealed anger 
at his mother. He couldn't think of any story to give her that would warrant 
his getting a lot of money. Actually, when it came to cash, like everything 
else, Carl was spoiled. He left the house and his mother, not listening to 
her pleas to play tennis. He had to think of some way to get money ... a lot 
of money. And, gradually, the idea grew .. . In time, Margo found herself 
being the odd one out. She arranged to be alone with Jeff and flirted with 
him, trying to get him to make love to her, but he was always too tired. Her 
frustration was almost showing as she thought: well, goddammit, he's getting 
it some place! The thought that her husband and her fifteen year old 
daughter were having an affair was monstrous, yet... it explained a lot. It 
explained Anne's moods of tragic dispair, it explained why her daughter 
avoided her and why her husband didn't make love to her. She poured herself 
a big drink and saw the two of them out on the lake in a rowboat. Jeff was 
sitting behind Anne, his strong arms around her, showing her how to cast a 
fly. Margo drank and tried to stem her jealousy. 

Carl came back to apologize for the way he acted. "I just thought Anne and I 
could go to a movie tonight and let you and Jeff have some time to 
yourselves." 

Margo sat up in her deck chair, smiling up at her son. He had that old 
sheepish charming smile of his again. She loved him. He was always so 
considerate and thoughtful. 'That sounds like a grand idea." She got up and 
put her arm around him, walking into the house, her voice intimate. "Going 
to see some more X-rated films, huh?" 

Carl shrugged. "It's the only movie around, but I think there's a cowboy 
picture playing now." 

Margo gave him a ten dollar bill. "Here, that ought to be enough. Have a 
good time. Stay late if you want." 

Carl gave her a wink. "Will do, mother." 

Walking back out on the sundeck, Margo sipped at her drink and looked out 
over the lake at her husband and daughter. She thought, an evening alone 
with him will tell me a lot. If he's screwing around with Anne, I think I'll 
castrate the son of a bitch . . . or at least see him in jail. 

And so it was that the night was decided, a night that was to change all 
their lives. Dinner was gay and casual. Margo masked her attention and was 
all casualness when she announced that the children were going to a movie. 
She watched Anne's face and saw that fatalistic look come into her 
daughter's eyes and the way she looked at her brother. Nothing escaped 
Margo's attention and she wondered if Carl knew about Jeff and his sister. 
Yet, with no more evidence than she had, she couldn't bring herself to ask 
him. If she were wrong, she would never forget or forgive herself. Better to 
cut her tongue out than make such an accusation when she didn't really know. 
She put her arm around Jeff and kissed him on the mouth. "That means we 
elders will get a chance to be naughty for a change." 

"I'm beat," Jeff said. 

After dinner they sat on the sundeck, watching the sun set behind the softly 
rounded hills of the Poconos mountains. Margo and Jeff had cocktails while 
Anne and Carl drank cokes. The hills all around them turned a deep purple in 
the twilight as they watched. Bats swooped and darted. Far out on the lake, 
a loon called. The hills all around turned an inky black and the first 
evening star came out. "Well," Carl said, getting up, "time to go." 

As was her custom whenever leaving, Anne dutifully kissed her mother and 
step-father goodbye. Margo noticed how she avoided her eyes and how she 
hugged Jeff and laughed at something he whispered. 

Then they were gone and she was alone with her husband. "How about another 
drink?" he asked. 

Carl drove the camper toward the village. Half way there, he slowed and 
turned off the road, taking a dirt road that wound up into the mountains. 
"Where are we going?" Anne asked, her voice apprehensive. 

Carl grinned at her. It was his old cocky condescending grin. "See some 
friends, have a little fun." 

Another turn in the road and he eased the camper into a field where it 
swayed and lumbered along until it was under some trees and they had a view 
of the lake down below. Across the lake, Anne thought she could see the 
lights of their cabin, and she suddenly wished she was back there. She 
looked at her brother with great suffering in her young eyes. He hadn't 
moved or said anything. He turned the engine off and doused the lights and 
sat, seeming to wait. She knew it was only a matter of minutes before he 
would start on her and already an unholy thrill of anticipation was running 
through her like a sudden chill. 

Anne jumped, almost screaming as something hurtled across the field toward 
the camper, a low wild growl growing menacingly in its throat. 

"Kilo!" a voice called, and the black shadow halted short of the camper and 
stood grovelling low in the grass and growling. Carl didn't seem alarmed at 
all. He sat watching as Anne made out a dog, a huge German Shepherd, in the 
dark. The voice that had called soon made itself visible. Anne heard a tiny 
bell as a man strode across the field followed by several other whispering 
shadows. 

They came walking to the camper slowly, gradually taking shape. They were 
all men, actually young boys, most of them about Anne's age or younger. They 
crowded around the camper and stared in with wildly glowing eyes at Anne. 
One or two appeared to be eighteen or nineteen; the others were between 
fourteen and sixteen. The shadow wearing the bell commanded, "Sit Kilo, and 
be quiet." His voice was rich and deep, and he was much bigger and older 
than the others. And, as he came nearer the cab, she saw that he had long 
hair and a beard. A bell tingled on his belt and he leaned in the cab and 
said, "Hi, Carl." The, showing white teeth in a shark-like smile, he said 
"And your name is Anne. Sorry if Kilo scared you, he's a good watch dog, but 
he wouldn't hurt anyone except Narcos. People call me Scorpio, because 
that's my sign." 

Anne looked at him and felt dread. It wasn't that she was afraid of hippies 
or unfamiliar with them - there were plenty of them hanging around the shops 
and stores near her school -it was just the evil in Scorpio's face, and the 
cold, emotionless look in his eye. Although she wasn't all that expert about 
drugs, she could tell that Scorpio was high, drugged with something bad. 
There was a wildness and lack of focus to his gaze. He could be quite mad! 
Whatever it was, Anne felt dread and turned to her brother with an imploring 
look. "Carl, I want to get out of here!" 

"Well, now, missy, you just got here," 

Scorpio said in his rich basso-profundo, opening the cab door and seizing 
her by the wrist. His grip and strength were frightening, and Anne suddenly 
found herself being pulled from the cab. Kilo rose from the grass and bared 
his teeth as he growled at her. "I said down!" Scorpio bellowed, and the dog 
shrank back down, obviously afraid. Anne heard an insane menace in his voice 
and wasn't reassured when he turned to her and said, his wild eyes roving 
over her body, "Me and that brother of yours have some business to talk 
over." 

"Right." Carl got out the other side and walked around. "Did you bring it?" 

Scorpio drew himself up to his full size, looking down at all of them. "Sure 
thing." His feral gaze swept over Anne's figure again and he laughed loudly. 
All the other boys laughed as they crowded around. It seemed to Anne that 
they all stood in a group and were looking at her with a strange kind of 
anticipation. They seemed to be local kids, and even in the dark she could 
see that they had been drinking or taking drugs ... or both. She looked at 
her brother who merely smiled and said, "Let's all go in the camper where we 
can be comfortable." 

Silently, Carl took Anne by the hand and led the troupe to the back of the 
camper and opened the door. "Carl," she whispered, unable to hide her 
fright, "what is this all about?" 

"You'll see," he said, squeezing her hand. 

The family camper was really much bigger than it appeared at first and was 
fully equipped. The interior had a table where four could sit and eat quite 
comfortably. There was a tiny two-burner stove that ran off butane gas. 
Shelves along the walls held books and canned goods. A small refrigerator 
held perishables. It slept four people, one bed being up in the peak while 
the other was just behind the cab and extended all the way across the far 
end. There was even a portable shower that could be rigged up outside. All 
one needed to live very comfortably was water and power lines to hook up to. 

Carl unlocked the door and went in, lighting a Coleman lantern as Scorpio 
and the kids trooped in behind Anne. "Some camper. Man, how I'd like to have 
a thing like this. Hey, where's the wine?" 

They crowded in, examining everything, picking things up in their hands. 
Anne breathed a little easier in the light of the Coleman lantern, looking 
at the boys. They looked like what they seemed to be in the dark; local kids 
who, out of boredom or adventure, had tied in with Scorpio who seemed around 
thirty and was even more menacing in the light than he was in the dark. He 
was big and powerful and his unruly beard and hair were jet black. His voice 
dominated the conversation as he ordered the boys around, picking a spot at 
the table for himself. He was an imposing and swaggering figure, and he 
frightened Anne for his eyes were still wild and unfocused. She could see 
that they were red and wet and glazed as he looked around the camper, then 
smiled at her with white teeth in the middle of his black beard. 

A wine bottle was passed around, and the boys took drinks from it. From the 
way they acted, from their self-conscious movements, Anne could tell they 
were not used to drinking. Scorpio waved the bottle of cheap red wine away 
and slapped the table with the flat of his hand. "Business!" he thundered. 
"I got some good grass." 

"How good?" Carl asked, sarcasm edging his voice. "Let's have a little so we 
can see for ourselves." 

"Okay." Scorpio took a plastic bag from his pocket, and immediately became 
absorbed in rolling cigarettes in brown paper. 

Anne sat on the edge of the bed, and a young boy, no more than fifteen, sat 
next to her, forcing her to move. He had been staring at her ever since he 
had seen her. Silently, he offered her the bottle of cheap red wine. Not 
liking his hungry expression, she shook her head and tried to yank the short 
hem of her dress down over her knees. Uncomfortably, she noticed all of the 
boys looking at her legs and breasts. Something was up, something had been 
agreed upon. Carl and Scorpio had obviously made a deal. Anne sat and tried 
to appear calm and cool as everyone watched Scorpio make the cigarettes with 
a surgical neatness. He handed one to Carl, saying, "Might as well get 
high." 

Carl lighted one and inhaled deeply, passing the thing to Anne. She wrinkled 
her nose at the acrid smell and shook her head. A look flashed in Carl's 
eyes, and she obediantly took the cigarette and took a puff. 

In a matter of a few minutes, the camper was full of the sickly sweet smoke 
as other cigarettes were lighted and passed around and back and forth. Anne 
didn't like the way Scorpio stared at her. He pointed a big finger at her 
and laughed out loud. "Hey, Carl, you know you two look alike? You know 
that? You know you got the same dimple in your chin that she has, only it 
looks better on her?" 

"Yeah, I know," Carl said, bored, taking another drag. 

"I got some hashish," Scorpio blurted, changing the conversation. Anne 
noticed that he didn't smoke any of the marijuana or drink the wine, yet his 
eyes seemed more glazed than before. There was no doubt in her mind that he 
was on something frightening and powerful. 

"How much?" Carl asked. 

"Plenty. How much you want? I got grams." 

Carl looked cunning. "Can we try some?" 

Scorpio reached in a shirt pocket and pulled out two thin cigarettes. 
"Better watch out, they're dynamite." 

Anne was already beginning to feel the effects of the marijuana they had 
just smoked. Carl lighted one of the thin tubes, sucked on it and handed it 
to her. She took it without thinking and inhaled deeply; she could hardly 
feel it go down, it was so smooth. She handed the hashish to the boy next to 
her, hardly sure what hash was. "I don't feel a thing," she said in a voice 
that didn't seem to be hers. She looked at her brother and saw his eyes 
limpid and vague. "Do you feel anything?" 

"Yeah, I feel the world," he answered. It seemed like a logical answer, and 
suddenly Anne thought that she felt the world, too. She had never felt the 
world before. How strange, she thought, as she took the wine absently and 
drank and passed it on. She took another drag on the hash as it was passed, 
and she liked the taste it left with her and the softness that seemed to 
come over her. Looking around, she saw that seven boys and Scorpio were all 
crowded into the camper. Counting herself and Carl that made . . . she put 
her hand to her head. How many did that make? She shook her head and 
accepted the hash once again. The longer she held her breath, the softer she 
felt, and she thought, quite calmly, that she could hold her breath all 
night. 

She could feel the pressure of the boy's leg sitting next to her, but the 
thin brown hashish cigarette made it seem all right and normal. She didn't 
mind anything, not even Scorpio, with the delicious feeling inside of her . 
. . she could feel the drug causing a wonderful tingling deep inside her as 
she took the bottle again and drank. 

The pungent sweetness of the hashish smoke hung heavy in the camper, as Carl 
lit and passed the second one around. It was rapidly getting hot but no one 
seemed to mind. Anne inhaled deeply every time the cigarette was passed to 
her. Everyone seemed to be talking at once, and she couldn't keep track of 
the conversations. She tuned in on different voices as she took the wine 
again. It amused her the way she could tune in the voices like she was 
flipping a radio dial. 

"When are we going to get started?" 

"Good hash." 

"Super stuff." 

"I'm stoned." 

"You want a kilo of grass and two grams of hash for her?" 

Anne blinked. The last voice belonged to Scorpio, and he was talking to 
Carl. 

"Yeah." Carl smirked. 

Scorpio's eyes seemed bloodshot and insane. They roamed the camper like he 
wanted to explode. Finally, they settled on Anne. A low rich laugh, almost a 
growl, came from his throat. Slowly, he nodded his head, never taking his 
eyes from her. "Okay," he said, "it's a deal." 

He laughed again and Anne thought she was going mad, for his laugh seemed to 
degenerate into a wild animal growl. Leaning from the table, he opened the 
door of the camper with one long arm, and Anne saw the German Shepherd, 
Kilo, crouched in the doorway. It had been Kilo growling that she heard. 

Once again Anne experienced a time-lapse. It seemed as if no one moved or 
said anything for a long time. Everyone seemed to be looking at her, and she 
understood now why they had looked at her so peculiarly before. Now it was 
all clear! She tried to make her circumstances real, but failed because she 
couldn't focus her thoughts. The boy on the bed next to her slipped away, 
and she found herself sitting alone with all of them looking at her. 

She looked at her brother. Surely he wouldn't allow this? Her gaze was 
interrupted by a movement in the camper. The dog, Kilo, was moving toward 
her with his head down, his wet nose sniffing. Anne shrank back in terror as 
the dog growled savagely deep in his chest. "Carl!" Again, her voice didn't 
sound like her own. 

"Better not alarm Kilo," Scorpio said, "Don't make any sudden moves." 

Anne inched back on the bed, trying to get some space between herself and 
the advancing dog. Suddenly, effortlessly, the great German Shepherd bounded 
up on the bed and stood over her, again growling. Anne's eyes widened in 
horror, and she opened her mouth to say something - anything but couldn't 
make a sound. The dog, Kilo, was larger than ever, and her nerves were on 
the edge of a shrieking terror. The sudden silent rush had almost frightened 
her out of her wits. 

The great dog stood over her, lowering his panting head to her wildly 
trembling loins. Slowly, eagerly, he sniffed the air and his tail began 
wagging furiously. Anne tried to crawl further back on the bed, but 
succeeded only in putting most of her weight on her elbows. Carl got up and 
patted the dog on the head, scratching his ears. "Easy boy," he mumbled, 
then reached for Anne's skirt and pulled the dress up high, exposing her 
nakedly quivering thighs and little white panties. 

"No!" she said, her voice quavering. 

"Yes!" 

The boys were crowding eagerly around the bed, their young faces sweating, 
their eyes glazed as they took in her long naked legs and shapely thighs. 
Roughly, Carl reached for her panties and yanked them down, as Anne gasped 
and tried to resist. Immediately, Kilo growled and she froze. Carl stood 
back with a wild look in his drugged eyes as he held her panties loosely in 
his hands. All of them, the boys, Scorpio, Carl, were crowding around the 
bed now with eagerly lewd looks of anticipation on their faces. 

Carl reached forward once more to bunch his sister's dress up around her 
waist, and she was obscenely sexual as she lay on the bed naked from the 
waist down. All of the boys let their greedy eyes run over her long slender 
legs and the small V-wedge of her sparse, softly curling pubic hair. The 
pinkly glistening fleshy layers of her vaginal lips could be seen as she 
kept her young thighs tightly pressed together. 

The drugged and terrified young girl trembled and tried to form her 
thoughts, but found it impossible. Somehow, her helplessness and 
fear-combined with everyone watching her, seeing her in such a depraved 
situation-made her mind reel. She knew she should be afraid, and she was, 
yet her hashish-incapacitated mind refused to work logically or 
realistically. Looking up at all the rapacious faces had a wildly exciting 
sensual effect on her. Their young faces were contorted with an animal-like 
desire as they watched her and the German Shepherd. 

The great dog lowered his head to her defenseless hair-lined slit and 
sniffed it. His tail wagged again, and he trembled eagerly as though he had 
found a bitch in heat. 

"Spread your legs, Anne, or hell get excited and may bite." Carl's voice was 
breathy. The camper seemed insufferably hot, and all of the boys were 
sweating as they watched her slowly open her legs. She was afraid not to! 
Kilo pushed his cold nose down between her sleek inner thighs spreading them 
even further, and Anne moaned in terror as the dog rooted, his wet nose 
suddenly muzzling into the tightly clenched crack of her buttocks and making 
contact with her anus. 

"Jesus, look at that!" one of the boys said. 

Anne tensed and tried to keep from crying out as the dog's tongue snaked out 
and licked wetly up and down the crevice around it, the tip burrowing 
slightly into her elastic-fleshed little anal ring. 

For a moment, she tried to squirm away: her actions only excited the boys, 
while Kilo raised his head and growled menacingly before he began greedily 
lapping the narrow wetly pink vaginal slit between her widespread thighs. He 
wetly ran his long red tongue the full length of the cuntal cleft from the 
tightly puckered anus, up over the fluted, pink edges of yer moistly 
quivering cunt, and over the glistening little clitoris atop her pubic 
mound. His great tongue spread through the soft hair-covered swelling like a 
knife through soft butter. It flicked relentlessly between her wide-spread 
legs, stopping sporadically to curl its way deep into her wetly cringing 
pussy. She jerked convulsively and spasmodically as she squirmed her hips 
trying to evade the giant German Shepherd lapping and sniffing at her loins. 
Then, after a few moments, she fell back against the mattress -all fright 
gone from her trembling young body. 

The boys thrilled at the change that was coming over Anne on the bed. The 
frightened moans that had come from her terror-contorted face now began to 
change to soft mews of involuntary pleasure - pleasure that she didn't want 
and had set her mind against, but that the slithering, thick tongue so 
tantalizingly licking at her fevered vagina had forced her to enjoy. Anne 
had begun a slow almost imperceptible writhing when-raising her hands and 
holding them in indecision for a moment above her squirming body-she slowly 
dropped them to lovingly grasp the dog's ears. 

A murmur ran through the boys, as the deep voice of Scorpio said, "I told 
you guys you were going to see something! This is going to be great!" They 
crowded in closer, to the edge of the bed, drunk, drugged, sweating, not 
wanting to miss anything. 

Now Anne was feeling wild and horny. With a deep animal sound she kicked her 
legs back over her head and pulled Kilo's nose forward, into her 
well-lubricated pussy. His giant redly quivering tongue thrust up the 
moistly perfumed passageway like an attacking lizard, ravishing her upthrust 
loins without mercy. Wild incoherent sounds streamed from her tightly bared 
lips; pleading and encouraging the dumb animal salivating between her 
writhing, upturned young buttocks. Kilo worked like the savage beast that he 
was, the rutting lust of the wild driving him on. 

All the boys were now shifting, adjusting their pants as their cocks grew 
erect and hard, hungrily watching the dog's tongue snaking way up into the 
girl's wildly quivering cunt, their excitement grew along with their young 
pricks as they heard her cry out with lust and saw her pump her hips 
obscenely up and down. The huge dog lifted his head from her warmly 
moistened slit and nosed her over, pushing his head under her naked, softly 
flushed buttocks and practically lifting her hips free of the bed. With a 
low moan, Anne rolled over on her stomach, her resistance gone now under the 
maddening tongue that had so mercilessly lapped and probed her shamelessly 
aroused pussy. She was enslaved by this huge beast that panted over her as 
her quivering body lay spread-eagled, face down on the bed. Kilo's big head 
lowered again, the thick tongue wetly slithering in the defenselessly 
exposed crevice between her buttocks. 

"Strip her!" Someone in the camper said in a hoarse voice, and several boys 
moved to'pull her dress up over her head, while Kilo's long thick tongue 
continued to slather up and down her anal crevice. They pulled her dress off 
and fumbled with the clasp of her brassiere, finally pulling it loose. She 
lay completely naked on the bed, her breasts pressed into great fleshy 
globes beneath her. 

Everyone watched with open mouths as Anne twisted her ass lasciviously 
toward the dog, reaching back to spread the ivory moons of flesh wide apart 
and give the dog full access to the tightly puckering little brown anus. The 
tongue lashed her for another long, seemingly interminable period, and she 
felt an aching fire rapidly building in her loins. 

The dog was now nuzzling under Anne's lust-paralyzed crotch, pushing his 
massive animal head between her pelvis and the mattress. What he wanted now 
was obvious to everyone in the room-and a collective gasp went up as Anne 
obediently knelt up, elevating her wide-spread young buttocks, bending 
before the huge animal in abject surrender. That relentless tongue, combined 
with the dazing qualities of marijuana and hashish, had lashed her to 
servile defeat; it had crushed her resistance with its vigorous and 
unremitting attack on her sensitive organs, and now she would do anything to 
obtain relief... to extinguish the run-away fire raging in her belly. 

One of the qualities of marijuana and hashish is its ability to suspend time 
so that any simple act can seem to go on forever. All continuity is broken 
up so that what has happened is often confused and forgotten. Nor can one 
think logically of what is going to happen next. This accounts for users who 
seem in a dazed, non-responsive attitude. Their attention is elsewhere and 
it is not easy to divert them. Thus it was with Anne who was scarcely able 
to remember where she was . .. who thought only of the aching void that 
needed to be plugged between her wide-spread thighs. 

She was on all fours when Kilo mounted her rounded buttocks, paws on her 
back. The glistening scarlet penis slowly slipped down from its huge furry 
sheath; it dripped as the tapered point slipped and danced moistly hot in 
the crevice as the big dog trembled and jerked, trying to bury his long 
animal cock in the young girl's wantonly writhing body. 

"Now, you're going to see some fucking like you've never seen before. He's 
going to fuck her like no man can." The deep rich voice of Scorpio, chanting 
in a drugged way, broke the heavy breathing silence that dominated the 
heat-laden camper. 

Sobbing, Anne looked back, wildly shifting her trembling buttocks in an 
effort to capture the long heated shaft. Like a bitch in heat, she strove to 
sheath the rigid scarlet penis in her voraciously grasping pussy. The sharp 
tip missed, slid up to find the momentarily relaxed anus and attempted to 
enter. With a strangled cry, she tensed, evading the bending up-slipping 
prod in fright, but the huge dog returned immediately to the attack, having 
tasted success. Mindlessly, blindly, the thin point slid unsuccessfully 
beneath and scraped the entire wet length of her soft, hair-lined cunted 
crevice before rubbing heatedly up agains the rigid little clitoris. The hot 
scarlet of Kilo's jabbing penis contrasted startingly with the feverishly 
flushing pink of the girl's passion-inflamed cunt, as his long shaft spread 
the pussy lips wider. 

Everyone in the room was staring hypnotized, their eyes glassy with drugs, 
wine, and passion, as the massive dog bucked madly behind Anne, attempting 
to skewer her on the still-lengthening taper of his huge dripping cock. Out 
of contro, Kilo growled in frustration as the young girl, in desperation, 
reached back and, grasping the slippery wet organ, guided the tapered point 
of it into her pink, wetly throbbing pussy. 

Groans of disbelief rippled through the camper as the great dog jerked 
forward and buried his long glistening cudgel deep up into the eagerly 
quivering cunt. Kilo's massive cock slithered forward with a wet rush until 
it was sunk to the hilt, his hairy balls swinging below her wet pubic hair. 
A moan of deep relief came from her contorted lips as she began to move 
rhythmically backwards to meet the powerful thrusts of the panting dog. As 
the forelegs trapped her waist, she began to undulate her body and move her 
naked buttocks in lewd little circles, abandoning herself to the delicious, 
animal fucking she was receiving from behind. Her face was turned sideways 
toward the excited group around the bed, and they could see fully the effect 
Kilo's penis was having. Her face was contorted in an almost unbelievable 
rapture, her large tautly dangling breasts danced beneath her writhing torse 
moving in time to the skewering cock of the dog as it moistly slid deep into 
her heatedly welcoming womb; it was a relentless hot poker of glistening 
flesh burying itself in her grateful young belly. 

Scorpio sunk slowly to the floor, his eyes wilder than ever, his breath 
coming lightly and quickly as he looked up at the stunning fucking his dog 
was giving the girl. His hands ran up and down his tensed thighs as he 
nodded and mumbled incoherently. 

Anne seemed to be nodding with him, going completely out of her mind, as she 
shouted lewd encouragement to the German Shepherd through tightly clenched 
teeth. She was begging him to fuck her harder and faster and to spew his hot 
cum far up her cunt. She wanted to be filled with the animal sperm and in 
her drugged madness that was all that mattered. She was no longer human, but 
a quivering mass of sweating, lust-deranged flesh that was begging to be 
subjugated. She was reveling in humiliation at being screwed by this panting 
beast in front of the boys, and she lasciviously ground her ripely flaring 
buttocks back against his hairy jerking body like another animal. Tiny 
rivulets of moisture were building in the crevice of her insanely rotating 
buttocks. They glistened in the light of the camper and tiny droplets ran 
slowly down the insides of her trembling young thighs, soaking the mattress 
under her. 

Suddenly there was a loud cry from Anne, who had begun twisting her head 
wildly from side to side. She was in the first throes of an orgasm as she 
screwed her firmly fleshed buttocks up greedily against the dog like a 
she-demon gone insane. The huge dog's tongue hung laxly from his mouth as he 
fucked into her suddenly milking pussy lips from behind. She screamed again, 
and rammed viciously back against Kilo just as the big dog jerked forward 
and his cock began spitting its sperm in hotly jerking spurts deep in o her 
wildly clasping cunt. Her ass began clenching and unclenching 
uncontrollably, signalling her own orgiastic upheaval deep within her 
quivering young belly. Thick white liquid oozed from her cunt tightly 
squeezing the dog's penis and thin trails of the sticky white cum ran down 
her sleek inner thighs. Her backside glistened, displaying matted pubic hair 
and inflamed pussy flesh as she pitched forward on her face, almost 
unconscious, when the rapidly deflating cock of the German Shepherd slipped 
from her mauled passageway with a sucking noise that echoed lewdly through 
the stunned silence of the camper. Kilo stood above the defeated figure of 
the drugged and betrayed young girl wagging his tail in obvious 
appreciation. He sniffed over her buttocks, gently nuzzled them, then, 
panting, dropped from the bed to the camper floor and curled up to sleep, 
satiated. 

 Chapter Five 

Back at the cabin, Margo and Jeff were still out on the sundeck, drinking 
martinis. Overhead, the heavens were a series of slow-wheeling panoramas of 
stars made soft by the wondrous glowing dust of the Milky Way. It was a 
beautiful clear night, and an occasional breeze came across the lake to cool 
them. The Poconos mountains all around were soft and eternally maternal. 

Margo looked at Jeff as he drained his glass and shook the ice cubes, 
rattling them. He smiled at her none too steadily. "How 'bout 'nother?" he 
asked, holding the glass out. 

Margo took one glass reluctantly. She insisted on making the drinks for him, 
watering them down. If he were allowed to make the drinks, he'd fill the 
glass to the rim with straight vodka and be passed out in no time. His 
excessive drinking was one of the things she didn't like about her husband. 
He made a practice of drinking with his clients in public relations and 
brought the habit home with him, getting drunk almost every night, having 
very dry martinis before and after dinner. Margo knew it didn't help their 
sex life any even if conditions were normal. In the kitchen, she smiled 
bitterly, thinking of the two words, 'conditions' and 'normal'. What would 
she do if he was having an affair with Anne? How in God's name did a wife 
and mother handle such a thing.? 

An idea occurred to her. She looked out on the sundeck and saw the long 
sprawling silhouette of Jeff in a deck chair idly swatting at mosquitos. 
Quickly, she mixed him a weak drink then hurried through the cabin to her 
bedroom. There she quickly stripped naked, looking at her figure in the same 
door-mirror so obscenely used by Carl and Anne previously. 

Her stomach was still slim and taut. Her riperly full breasts had always 
been heavy, and they were still firmly upthrust on her torso. Her buttocks 
were well rounded and her thighs surprisingly firm for a thirty four year 
old woman. She ran her hands over her naked body, feeling a pleasant 
sensation as she turned this way and that looking at her figure with a 
critical eye. It was still one of the best bodies she had ever seen ... at 
least among the thirty year olds. 

She moved quickly, getting her lipstick and standing close to the mirror, 
holding one naked breast in her hand, capturing the nipple between two 
fingers and watching it grow taut as she squeezed and teased it. Smiling 
lewdly at her reflection in the mirror, she rubbed her lipstick on the 
nipple, making it a bright cherry red so that it stood out in sharp contrast 
to the snow-white color of her breast. She painted her other nipple, then 
wet her fingers with her tongue and rubbed them over the erect little ends 
of her breasts so that they glistened in the light. 

After rummaging in a drawer, she came up with a pair of sheer black hose and 
sat down on the edge of the bed to fit them to her long curving legs and 
thighs. She pulled them up tight then wedged her toes into a pair of black 
high-heeled shoes and stood in front of the mirror again, turning to admire 
the provocative way her twin nakedly exposed buttocks rose and stuck out. 

Only one more thing and her lewd costume would be complete: a black garter 
belt! Sucking in her stomach so that her breasts rose and salaciously jutted 
out, the young mother clasped the garter belt in place then snapped it to 
the stockings. She stood with her high-heeled legs slightly apart, her hands 
on her hips, turning this way and that in front of the mirror. She looked 
tempting and damned good, and she knew it. The last time she had gotten into 
this costume Jeff had gotten horny right away, and the ensuing results were 
pleasant to remember. If he was having an affair, one way of keeping him was 
to be more interesting than anyone else. Seduce him and keep on seducing 
him. 

She wet her nipples again and put on a flimsy housecoat, letting it hang 
free from her shoulders. Out in the kitchen she picked up his drink and 
looked out to see that he was still slumped in the deck chair. 

She sauntered out onto the sundeck with a quivering stripper's walk, 
designed to provoke him immediately. She placed his drink on the railing and 
walked toward him in a sensuous semi-crouch, her arms opening the housecoat 
wide, exposing all her sensually voluptuous body and lewd nakedness. Her 
breasts quivered and gleamed with each step she took, as a near-full moon 
came out from behind a mountain and flooded the sundeck with a soft pale 
light. She looked at her husband through lowered eyelashes, a lewd little 
smile playing over her lips, her mouth open and her wet tongue quivering 
just inside her ovalled cavity. 

She stood in front of his chair and slowly rotated her hips back andforth, 
then from side to side, as she held the housecoat open wide. 

A long deep snore came from Jeffs dark figure, and Margo felt as if she had 
just been scalded by boiling hot water. She reacted by stepping back and 
snapping the housecoat shut. She spun on her heel and walked away, her hands 
making fists as she fought to control her rage. He was asleep! She had come 
to seduce him and the son of a bitch had the gall to be asleep! Passed out! 

Her eyes narrow slits, she stalked back into the cabin and poured herself a 
stiff drink. No matter how long they lived, she would never forget or 
forgive this moment. He was yet to be aware of it, but he was going to pay 
for this humiliation, and pay plenty! She tossed her drink off and felt the 
burning vodka soak down her throat and warm her stomach. Her smile was 
savage as she looked out at the rising moon and vowed she would resolve the 
thing, perhaps even tonight. She would fix him! She would discover if her 
suspicions were true, and if they were, she would cut his nuts off. She 
stood in the kitchen, drinking, staring at the moon and making plans with a 
cold calculating kind of calm and strength ... 

Five miles away on the other side of the lake, the rising moon illuminated 
the field in which the camper was parked. Inside, none of the occupants knew 
or cared about the moon. Scorpio had taken over after his dog, Kilo. With a 
towel, they had cleaned Anne's cunt of the animal cum, and she lay naked on 
her back on the bed, her ripely full breasts spreading out in a suggestive 
way. Scorpio was getting out of his clothes, his voice a growl and his look 
more insane than ever. He had been around a great deal, and his tastes were 
jaded and depraved. 

"My turn now. Hell, Carl, you're getting good grass, and I've got to have my 
little pleasure." He chuckled deep in his chest, stripping naked and turning 
to the boys who were obviously his followers. "Now you're going to see 
something else. Watch old Scorpio bring her to life and work her out." 

Anne looked up at him with dulled, half-closed eyes. His nakedly obscene 
body was huge and muscular and covered with thick black hair, and his 
massively elongated cock was already thickening, half out of its sheath and 
a good eight or nine inches long, almost two inches thick and swelling with 
each passing minute. The leering Scorpio leaned over her inert form and 
spread her legs so that she lay, obedient, in a spread-eagle position, her 
arms above her head and resting on the mattress, stretching her firm young 
breasts taut and tempting. His teeth tightly bared and his hotly evil eyes 
still wild, Scorpio kneeled between her naked, wide-wpread legs, and he 
stooped to begin running his lips and tongue moistly up and down the full 
sensual length of her body. He sucked her heaving breasts into a quivering 
hardness and then traced a warmly wet path down to the flat plane of her 
tautly jerking belly and inner thighs. Anne began to writhe under his 
flicking caresses like a woman possessed as the young boys and her brother 
expectantly crowded around the bed again. 

Anne was being worked up to a fever pitch once more, and her mouth hung open 
wide in ecstatic rapture - her glassy lust-smoked eyes vacantly staring up 
into nothingness. She thought he was going to tongue-fuck her cunt just as 
Kilo had done . . . but he didn't! 

With a wild grin he slid slowly all the way up her slippery sweat-soaked 
body and straddled her firm young breasts, his eagerly pulsating cock was as 
hard as the thick stump of a tree standing from the curly black pubic hair. 
Carl and the boys could see the tight bulges of her softly fleshed breasts 
squeeze out from under the hairy cheeks of Scorpio's buttocks as he sank 
down on them, pushing them flat onto her chest. His thick, massively 
pulsating penis stood straight out from his belly, with the rubbery, 
blood-flushed head only a few inches from Anne's wide-open gaping mouth. 
Scorpio reached one hand back behind him and, with a quick flick of his 
wrist, shoved his long, outstretched middle finger deep between Anne's 
wide-spread legs, skewering it into the moistly pink flanges of her cunt all 
the way up to his flat palm. She wantonly jerked as he rotated it around 
inside, teasing the wet sensitive walls until she was panting and gasping 
like a fish out of water, breathing a moan of surrender to the lascivious 
plundering her body was undergoing. Everyone could see her try to squirm 
away from the teasing torture, but Scorpio's knees were holding her 
shoulders and arms pinned tightly to the mattress. She was completely at his 
mercy. A lewd, sadistic grin lined his drug-crazed face as he reached down 
with his free hand and rubbed the underside of the head of his thick oozing 
cock in a slow teasing circle around Anne's wetly parted lips. Her tongue 
flicked hungrily out from between her teeth, licking at the tiny opening at 
the head. A thin white string of the lubricant seeping from it stretched 
like a cobweb across her open mouth. 

She strained forward, the. cords in her neck standing out, trying to suck 
the teasing instrument into her mouth. Scorpio gave a crazy laugh above her 
and kept his jerking penis just out of reach, allowing only the tip of her 
tongue to lick up and down the semen-soaked ridge on the underside. 

Scorpio laughed out loud. "She's a real whore," he said to all the boys. 
"She loves it. The more you do to her kind the better they love it. Watch." 

His sadistic grin widening, he took her brutally by the hair With one hand 
while his other was sunk deep into her wide-split vaginal crevice. Her head 
up off the mattress, he thrust forward to ram his wildly pulsating cock deep 
into her eagerly gaping mouth. Several of the boys thought Anne would choke 
because of the sheer size of the fleshy staff buried between her moistly 
glistening lips. But she didn't! She sucked at it hungrily, as though she 
had waited through all eternity for this magic moment. She thrilled because 
Scorpio knew the real her, knew her deepest and most perverted longings, and 
he, like Carl, would make her submit . . . and she would do it willingly in 
front of all of them, for that was the most exciting debasement of all... to 
be humiliated in public. 

Scorpio raised to his knees, and with one hand holding Anne's head up by the 
hair and the other hand viciously sawing in and out of her split crotch, he 
began cruelly buffeting her body up and down on the mattress between his 
legs. Anne's tightly compressed lips sucked with all their might on the huge 
cock fucking into her mouth. Her cheeks hollowed on the out-stroke and 
expanded obscenely on the in-stroke. Her eyes were glazed with a wild 
ecstatic film of animal lust. The unspeakable rawness of the salacious scene 
brought moans from the lips of the watching boys. 

Scorpio grinned lewldy above her as he heatedly fucked into her young mouth 
and watched Anne's lust-contorted face suck and lick at his cock like a 
child devouring a goodie. The wantonly aroused girl had freed both of her 
hands and placed them behind Scorpio's swaying buttocks, she had cupped one 
ass cheek in each hand, and was pulling them demonically to her. Everyone 
could see saliva and seminal fluid , dripping from the corners of her mouth 
and running in tiny rivulets down her hollowing cheeks. She obviously was 
reveling in the cruel humiliation Scorpio was subjecting her to, and a 
masochistic light was shining strangely in her glazed eyes. Scorpio? It was 
Carl who had sold her body for dope! It was Carl who arranged and approved 
of it all! A further shudder of masochistic delight ran through her. 

Scorpio began fucking her savagely, and the boys in the room tensed as his 
thick, pummeling cock disappeared into her eagerly sucking mouth as he drove 
with tightly clenched buttocks forward like a pile-driver, sinking far into 
her wet mouth until the coarse black hair of his loins brushed the tip of 
her daintily pert nose. His sperm-bloated balls dancing free beneath slapped 
in unison with his hard thrusts against her upraised chin. 

It seemed as if he was about to strangle her, that he was going to fill her 
mouth with cum and the torrents of hot sticky fluids surging up from his 
balls surely would choke her. 

As they all breathlessly watched, Scorpio's cock was suddenly jerked from 
Anne's desperately sucking lips and, holding the huge lust-swollen red head 
about two inches away from her surprised young face, it began spewing hot 
sticky cum directly into her open mouth. The thin quick spurts jetted from 
it like milk from a cow, filling her gaping open mouth right to the brim. 
Anne swallowed voraciously, trying not to lose a drop of the hot, 
lust-inciting fluid as her adam's-apple bobbed up and down rapidly trying to 
keep up with the wildly ejaculating cock spewing its lewd sperm into her 
face. Anne thrilled to her humiliation as Scorpio's wildly jerking penis 
throbbed out its last remaining spurts of heated liquid, and thin silken 
strings of the hot sticky cum ran down from the tip of his penis to her open 
wet lips--linking them in an obscene spider web of sexual connection. 

With his big hairy thighs trembling in weariness, Scorpio moaned deep and 
fell over away from her like a big oak tree. He toppled half off the bed, 
his head and shoulders on the floor of the camper, his legs still on the 
bed. His eyelids were twitching insanely over his glazed eyes, "Far out man! 
I need a fix. I need to rest." 

The boys looked at one another and then over at Carl, and finally back to 
the naked young girl who was lying in a wantonly obscene position, 
spread-eagled on the bed. Her lips were open in a slack, lewdly 
uncomprehending smile. Depravity and lust and masochism made her eyes shine 
strangely. She stretched her voluptuous young body in a taut animal way, and 
then let her stomach ripple and sway like a belly dancers as she slowly 
rotated her hips up so that her little pouting mound of Venus was lifted 
free of the mattress as she bent her knees slightly so that her softly 
fleshed buttocks were tight together. She used all of her remaining energy 
to flex her vaginal muscles and spread the pinky fluted lips of her cunt so 
that everyone could see the vivid red promise of her young cunt. 

The camper seemed to explode in motion as the boys stripped, tearing off 
their clothes with an orgiastic abandon, and Anne went down under an 
avalanche of hot, rigidly erect young cocks. It seemed to her drugged, 
sex-saturated mind that she was surrounded by wildly pulsating pricks. 
Penises were fucking her in the cunt and mouth. Both of her hands stroked 
cocks simultaneously while still another penis teased at her anus and what 
seemed to be a thousand hands mauled her sweating body. She relaxed with 
rapture contorting her face; there were enough pricks to fuck her into 
exhaustion. They were going to fuck her all night. And she knew, beyond a 
doubt, that she was going to love this final humiliation. 

 Chapter Six 

There comes a time when even the wildest of any group is sated. The scene in 
the camper reached alarming proportions with the boys fighting with one 
another for the right to ravish Anne's body in any way they could think of. 
And Anne obliged with a frenzied concentration for as long as she could. 
Gradually, of course, she grew weaker and her exhortations and efforts grew 
vague and less directed. Eventually, she sank to the mattress with her bones 
feeling like warm putty, her energy drained, and her eyelids fluttering 
shut. 

Still they stormed over her, horny young boys full of pent-up semen and the 
need to fuck her. They arranged her naked young body this way and that, 
fucking her while she sprawled unconscious and completely oblivious before 
them. 

Still, there came a time when all, everyone of them, had had enough. They 
slumped around the camper in various attitudes and postures of satisfaction 
and exhaustion. Anne, lying nakedly on her back on the bed, her eyes closed, 
slept deeply, her bruised young breasts rising and falling in a deep regular 
rhythm. One boy crinkled his nose and said, "Jesus, it stinks in here! Open 
a window or something." 

Both windows and the door to the camper were opened and fresh cooling 
mountain air cleansed the camper of its smell of stale sweat, hashish, and 
cum. They filed out into the night, buttoning their shirts, looking at one 
another and laughing their inexperienced young laughs as they looked over 
their shoulders at the sensually sleeping form of Anne on the bed in the 
camper. She looked so tempting, sprawled there nakedly, and each of them 
thought of what he had done to her and what they had seen her willingly and 
eagerly do to others; they thought of the lewd obscenities she had urged 
them on to, they thought of her fucking the German Shepherd, and they felt 
their eagerly throbbing young cocks begin all over again to painfully swell. 
. . and they were forced to turn away to look at the black face of night. 

Scorpio came out a different man. He was nervous and harried, and his eyes 
no longer looked wild . . . just in desperate need. He stood, his face 
ticking and jumping, his hands shaking, talking with Carl. "Tomorrow, man," 
he said, "tomorrow. See me tomorrow." 

Carl put his hands on his hips and shook his head. "No, I want it now." 

"Tomorrow," Scorpio wheedled. 

"Now," Carl insisted, "A deal's a deal." 

"I'm good for it," Scorpio said, his voice rising in a pleading tone. "Not 
tonight. Tonight I need a fix." 

Carl sneered. "Big time needle freak. You're hooked! Give me my grass and 
hash. A deal's a deal. I earned it." 

Scorpio stood hugging himself and shivering, although it was a warm night. 
His dog, Kilo, slunk to his side and cowered as he directed a kick at his 
ribs. "Okay, I'll take you there." 

They walked away as a group, a strange group with the boys tailing along 
behind, ashamed of their leader who was inwardly so weak and dependent on 
hard drugs that he wanted to go home and get his needle, rather than pay 
Carl as they had agreed. They walked through the mountains to a cave where 
Scorpio hid his drugs from narcotic agents who were always hounding him. 

When the deal was concluded, Carl said goodbye with contempt in his voice as 
Scorpio shook and begged the boys to get him down to his cabin. Carl walked 
back to the camper through the mountains by himself, sticking to the fields 
where he could see in the moonlight. He couldn't feel anything but disgust 
with such a person as Scorpio. 

The camper was as he left it, with the bunk-light on, the doors and windows 
opened, and Anne, his twin sister, still nakedly lying where he had left 
her, sprawled on her back in a large puddle of white cum. He looked at her 
for a moment, at her long legs and at her cunt so beautifully formed and 
framed by her softly curling pubic hair and at the shadowy, inviting crevice 
her buttocks made just below her cunt. Her pubic mound was matted with 
sperm, and he was tempted to throw just one more fuck into her. It was the 
desperate look she got in her eyes and the way he could make her behave that 
got him horny and mean. His lips were tight as he bent over her and listened 
to her breathing. Carl knew instinctively, knew it as everyone does at 
sometime or the other in their lives, that there are women who enjoy being 
beaten and humiliated; and he already knew that there were females who 
reveled in their own debasement and even became lewdly obscene when driven 
far enough. He also knew that his sister, Anne, was one of these women! They 
could lead a whole lifetime of placid, boring living until the right man 
came along and unleashed the unholy pleasures in them. 

He looked down at her naked young body and his groin ached. He could do 
anything he wished with her, and his sister would do it and glory in it. He 
had just sold her body into the biggest gang-bang he had ever seen. The 
amazing thing about it was the relative ease with which it had been done. 
Anne was more frightened and confused to begin with than anything. Once she 
had been aroused, though, it was simply a matter of keeping up with her wild 
animal undulations. 

He put a sheet over his sister, deciding that enough was enough for one 
night. There was always tomorrow! He flicked off the bunk-light and closed 
the windows, and let himself out. Up in the cab, he put a large brown bag 
full of marijuana and hashish on the seat next to him and started the 
camper. His headlights stabbed out into the night as he slowly backed the 
camper, rocking and shaking, out of the field and onto the dirt road. He 
drove slowly back to the lake and the cabin, forming his plans. He stopped 
and pulled off the road while still out of sight of the house and went to 
the back of the camper and opened the door. 

He stood over Anne, gently patting her hand and cheek. Her eyelids fluttered 
open and then were wide open. For a few seconds, she actually didn't see 
anything nor was she really conscious of where she was. Her expression 
changed as she recognized her brother crouching over her in the dark. Carl 
watched her face take on a deep, contorted, mask of tragedy as her conscious 
mind recognized where she was and remembered why she was there and what had 
gone on before. She turned her head away from her brother and looked far 
off. 

"We have to go home now. It's late. You gotta get dressed." 

She obeyed him automatically, dressing like a robot-doll. She was beyond 
response, beyond feeling, in a profound state of spiritual shock. She did 
things by rote and even managed a tiny smile devoid of any and all feeling. 
For the first time, as he looked at her, Carl lost his cool confidence. Man, 
he thought, she really looks wiped out! 

He led his sister by the elbow up to the cab. "Come on, now, this is no time 
to crack up." 

"I'm fine," she said in a lifeless voice. 

"We stayed late at the movies." 

"The . . . movies." 

"Right. Come on, snap out of it. You didn't do anything you didn't want to 
do." 

"Didn't. . . do." 

"Nobody made you do anything." 

"Do . .. anything." , "We went to the movies." Carl shook her as his eyes 
searched hers. She seemed out on her feet. How the hell was she going to 
make it to her bedroom. Christ, he thought, the way she is she could walk in 
the lake. He drove the camper and cut the ignition and doused the lights 
when they got near the cabin, coasting the final hundred feet. Carl braked 
and they sat in the cab, looking out. The cabin was dark with just a yellow 
night light above the door. Jeff and his mother were inside, asleep. He 
looked at his sister and chewed his lip She was staring straight ahead like 
a zombie. "Smile," he commanded. 

Obediently, her lips formed a parody of a smile. 

"Get out and go to your room, and be quiet, and go to bed." 

She looked at him with dull unreacting eyes. "Yes." 

"And don't wake Mom." 

"No." 

"And if you do, just go to bed." 

"Yes." " 

He reached across her and opened the cab door and watched as his drugged 
sister got slowly out and walked toward the cabin door. Her state unnerved 
him, and he couldn't think too clearly. He had lost his poise and was overly 
concerned that he should get the marijuana out of the camper and hidden 
somewhere. He swung out of the cab and ran to one side of the cabin. Under 
the cabin on a sloping side, they stored an old rowboat and some other 
equipment. No one ever went under there. He crawled on his hands and knees, 
feeling his way along. He jumped when he heard a crash overhead and the 
sound of feet shuffling around and voices talking. Then, someone was crying. 

Had he been thinking more carefully, had he been a little less eager, he 
would have at least guided his sister to her bedroom door. Instead, he had 
foolishly let her go by herself in his eagerness to hide his drugs. 

Anne had gone to the door and swung it open wide and saw only darkness in 
front of her. She had walked in automatically with only a vague idea of what 
she was doing. She marched right into a coffee table next to the couch and 
knocked it over with all of its contents clattering and crashing to the 
floor. 

"Huh? Who's that?" A startled voice croaked next to her in the dark. Jeff 
sat up on the couch and fumbled for a lamp near his head. He clicked a beam 
of light on and squinted, shading his eyes to see Anne standing in front of 
him and staring off into space. "Who's that? That you, Anne? What time is 
it? What are you doing?" 

He got to his feet, and Anne looked at him with her mouth vacantly open. He 
rubbed his eyes and groaned, grinning sheepishly. "I'm hung over. Hey, Anne, 
what are you doing, huh?" 

Anne turned to watch him as he got to his feet. It was Jeff, big, gently 
Jeff, standing wrinkled and sleepy and hung over in front of her; her step 
father and friend, grinning apologetically, big and rumbled and nice. He was 
her friend and he was the only father she could ever remember or had ever 
known. He looked so funny and vulnerable standing in front of her. He also 
looked so big and protective. She was struck by the ludicrousness of meeting 
like this, the wild contrast of what had happened with all the eager young 
boys just minutes before, coupled with the way she felt about him. The 
normalcy and gentle commonness of the man! So simple and reliable. So 
grateful for the drinks she made for him! A pang, a feeling of human pain, 
an emotion swept through her young body and she slowly put trembling hands 
up to her face and started to cry. Torrents of hot guilty tears gushed from 
her eyes, and Anne inhaled deeply and sobbed, falling against her 
stepfather's big chest as she shook all over. 

Jeff was taken completely by surprise. He held her in his arms and patted 
her, whispering, "Hey, what's the matter honey? Tell old Jeff what's wrong." 

At that moment, Margo's door slowly opened and she stood in shadow, her 
housecoat pulled around her, and watched the two of them standing holding 
one another by the couch. Jeff was whispering something and her daughter, 
lovely Anne, was crying her heart out. 

Margo watched for quite a while. She even watched as Carl came through the 
front door and walked slowly over to the couch. Carl and Jeff laid her on 
the couch, and Jeff sat by her side and stroked her hair and held her hand. 
None of his actions were lost from Margo's hawk-like gaze. She drew herself 
up and came into the room. Carl heard her and turned to see her. He spread 
his arms out at his sides. "Will somebody tell me what's happening?" he 
asked, his young face devoid of guilt. 

Margo smiled. He didn't know. She looked at her husband coldly. "Yes, what 
is happening?" 

"I dunno," Jeff said, looking up. "I was asleep, and I heard this crash and 
turned on the light, and there she was . .. and then she started crying." 

"If that don't beat all," Carl said. 

Margo looked at her son. Perhaps he did know and was trying to protect his 
sister. Or Jeff. Or both! She put her arm around his tense muscular 
shoulders and gave him a squeeze. "Where were you?" 

"Just to the movies, that's all." 

"I don't know what's wrong with her," Jeff said, leaning in puzzlement over 
the weeping young girl again. 

Margo glared down at the back of her husband's head. What a fine liar he 
was! How easily and simply he did it! He probably learned it working in 
public relations. Very well, she didn't need a diagram to know what had 
happened. Anne had obviously been upset about the relationship for some 
time. Tonight, earlier, it had all come to a head. She had broked down, she 
had cracked! Something had happened between her and Jeff in the dark of the 
cabin, and that something had caused her to break down and sob. "All right," 
Margo said in a voice ringing with a murse's authority, "I'll take care of 
her." 

"What are you going to do?" Jeff asked, getting to his feet. 

She looked at her husband with a cold smile. In a way, she admired the way 
he lied. "I'm going to find out what's bothering her." She stepped in front 
of her daughter and leaned over until she was in the girl's line of vision. 
"Anne, do you hear me? Stop, stop it this instant!" 

Her voice cracked like a whip, but Anne paid no attention. Before either man 
in the room could move, Margo stepped forward, raised her arm and slapped 
her daughter across the face. 

Her hand spun Anne's head to one side, causing the young girl's hair to fly 
across her face. 

The cruel slap had no effect; if anything, it seemed to intensify her 
sobbing. Margo's eyes narrowed and she leaned forward, looking more closely. 
Her daughter was, indeed, in shock. She turned to Jeff, her fists tightly 
clenched as she controlled her rage. "Get me some blankets. Carl, you call 
the doctor, his number is written on the wall right by the phone. 

She sat next to her daughter and held her hand and crooned all sorts of 
reasurring nonsense. The men ran and soon Anne was covered with blankets, 
and Margo was called to the phone to consult with the doctor. It was quickly 
agreed that Anne should be brought down to the village clinic where the 
doctor would meet them. 

Margo dressed with a furious kind of neatness, dressing faster than she ever 
had before. AH efficient thumb-snapping orders, she directed Carl and Jeff 
as they lifted Anne and carried her out to the camper. They put her in the 
very bed she had been fucking on earlier. Margo ordered the men out and 
closed and locked the door. She turned to her son, her hand out. "Give me 
the keys." 

"I'll drive," Jeff said. 

"You will not!" The cool hatred in her voice caused him to stop and look at 
his wife. 

"Whatta you mean?" 

"You've upset her enough!" 

"Me!?" Jeff pointed at his chest and looked at his wife and stepson. "What 
did I do?" 

Carl was quick to ask. "That's what we're wondering. What did you do, Jeff?" 

Jeffs eyes were wide. "I didn't do anything! I was asleep and heard this 
crash and woke up .. .and there she was crying!" 

Margo nodded, smiling grimly. "Okay, if that's the way you want it, okay." 

"Hey, wait a minute," Jeff looked puzzled, "Don't you believe me?" 

"I have to," she said, snatching the keys and walking up to the cab. She got 
in and looked out. "You two stay here. Well be back later on." 

As she drove away, she could hear her husband reassuring Carl. "I was 
asleep, see, and I heard this crash ..." His voice faded away as she drove. 
She drove carefully concentrating on getting her daughter safely to the 
clinic. Her mind was working, clicking, efficiently making plans and 
calculating risks. She reasoned with a computer-like efficiency, suddenly 
knowing just what she would do and say. 

She found the doctor, a white haired rural type, waiting at the clinic. He 
was tired and grumpy. He had treated a lot of tourists and summer 
vacationers who thought it was nothing to get him out of bed in the middle 
of the night for nothing more than a case of the sniffles or a bad case of 
sunburn. He climbed into the back of the camper thinking this was such a 
case. His expression changed when he saw Anne lying unconscious under the 
blankets, her face drained of any color. 

His examination was quick, quiet, and thoroughly professional. He quickly 
prepared a shot and administered it in her arm. He turned to Margo who had 
been standing watching, saying nothing. "Shock and exhaustion. I'd say this 
young lady has been through some kind of trauma. Just what brought it on, I 
don't know. Have you any idea?" 

Margo slowly nodded then pointed at her daughter. "Can you keep her here 
overnight?" 

"I was just going to suggest that. There's a very good nurse here in town 
who I could get to sleep in for a fee." 

"Money doesn't matter." "Good. Tell me what happened to your daughter, Mrs. 
Greer?" 

Margo gave him a smile. It was one of those enigmatic womanly smiles that 
men puzzle over all their lives. There is no way to tell what she meant or 
what she knew. "It's a family problem," she said finally. 

The doctor nodded, thinking she could mean almost anything by that, and she 
was telling him in a nice way that it was none of his business. He shrugged. 
He had seen a life time of patients, and he had a healthy skepticism and 
disrespect for the human race. He had seen too much of it in its raw 
suffering state not to be a little cynical. Two things he knew to be true: 
most people hurt themselves, and most people never told him the truth. 

He had a healthy tolerance and a polite smile that he used in such 
situations. Together with Margo, he got an incoherent Anne into the clinic 
and into a bed. He called the nurse on the phone, wearily reminding himself 
that it was his job to cure his patients, not judge them. He watched Margo 
Greer go even as he was calling and thought, there goes a cold-blooded 
cookie off to some mission. 

And he was correct! Margo was driving back to the cabin with the plan 
already worked out in her mind. It was there like a blueprint. She glanced 
at the clock on the dashboard. Five minutes after twelve. Just about the 
right time. 

She parked the camper outside the cabin and went in, seeing Jeff sitting up 
on the couch with a drink in his hand and still talking to Carl who looked 
bored and sleepy. 

"How's Anne?" Carl asked, getting to his feet and coming to his mother. 

"She's all right." She hugged her son and looked over his shoulder at her 
husband who was half-drunk again. He shook his head and took another drink. 

"Where is she?" Carl asked. 

"Out in the camper" Margo lied. "She's asleep. The doctor gave her a mild 
sedative." She walked over to Jeff and took the drink from his hand and 
sipped it. It was straight vodka . . . just as she had suspected. She handed 
him back the drink with veiled contempt on her face. "He said she's 
exhausted and we're not to disturb her. Rest is what he prescribes." 

Jeff looked at the floor and shook his head. "If that don't beat all. What's 
she so worried about?" 

"I don't know," Margo lied, cold-blooded. "I think what we ought to do is 
get some sleep." 

"Good idea," Jeff said, getting to his feet. 

"You sleep out here," Margo said, her lips almost curling in contempt. 

Jeff blinked. "Huh?" 

"I said stay here. Sleep out here on the couch. Carl?" Margo turned her back 
on her husband and talked to her son, smiling at him sadly. He stood so tall 
and handsome, looking her right in the eye. "Would you mind sleeping on the 
floor in your sleeping bag? Or maybe the sundeck? I'll be in the bedroom 
getting rest before tomorrow. I don't want to risk waking Anne." 

Carl nodded understanding, "Sure! Fine." He shot a disdainful glance at 
Jeff. "I'll sleep out on the sundeck." 

Jeff stood and scratched his head as his wife and stepson went about doing 
things as if he didn't exist. Margo was frosty, pointedly ignoring him. Carl 
gathered up his sleeping bag and stalked out to the sundeck to sleep, and 
the bewildered husband was left with his mouth hanging open. "What in God's 
name did I do?" he asked aloud as he walked to the kitchen where he poured 
himself three fingers of vodka and tossed it down. 

Typical male that he was, he wasn't quite sure that he hadn't, at one time 
or another, done or said something that disturbed Anne deeply. Women, to 
him, were utterly bewildering. Margo had attacked him for the damndest 
reasons. There had been moments when she had told him how much she loved him 
because he was such a nice guy. Then, after they had made love, she'd 
criticize him for being too nice a guy. He shook his head, he was utterly 
bewildered. 

He splashed vodka carelessly in his glass and drank it down in a gulp. He 
lost his balance and lurched, the alcohol hitting his frayed nervous system 
seemingly all at once, and he was tired and drunk. He shook his head. He 
liked Anne! She was a hell of a nice kid, and he hated to see her unhappy . 
.. but what, in Christ's name, was she unhappy about? "Will somebody please 
tell me what the hell I did?" he asked dramatically. Then he burped and 
poured himself another generous drink and weaved his way back to the couch, 
burping, shrugging, talking to himself all the way. 

He sat down heavily, splashing some of his drink, and looked slowly around 
the room. He was alone. He blinked his glazed eyes and thought: my wife 
won't even let me sleep with her. 

Tears of self-pity came to his eyes. He blinked them back, choked down the 
rest of his drink and lay down on his side, his hands between his knees, and 
closed his eyes, wondering over and over: what did I do? 

Slowly, surely, he drifted off to oblivion. . Margo, opening her door a 
crack, saw that he was lying oblivious to everything on his couch. She 
silently closed her door and tiptoed across the room, stiD fully dressed. 
Silently, she let herself out a window of her bedroom and moved like a 
shadow among other shadows, drifting across the lawn and to the camper. She 
opened the door and stepped inside and slowly, silently, closing it to find 
herself standing in pitch blackness. 

Her grin was savage as she groped her way to the bed in the velvet 
blackness. Slowly, she stripped naked, unzipping her dress and letting it 
fall at her feet, stepping out of her shoes as she expertly unclasped her 
brassiere, and her fine proud breasts leapt free, seeming to swell bigger in 
their newfound freedom. Quickly, she wiggled and peeled off her panties and 
stood naked, bare feet on the floor, before feeling her way into bed. She 
slipped under a sheet and lay nakedly still, on her back, breathing quietly 
and listening with all her might. 

She knew he would come! She didn't know how she knew, she was just sure. He 
would be worried and wonder what Anne had told her. He would come to find 
out, and reassure, or threaten. Perhaps all three! 

Margo, her figure outlined by the flimsy sheet clinging to her voluptuously 
curved body, lay still and waited. She was going to do more than prove him a 
liar and lecher, she was going to shame him and rend the son of a bitch 
guilty and impotent for the rest of his life. 

She was going to lie still when he came, she was going to pretend she was 
Anne, mildly sedated and fast asleep. She was going to do everything 
possible to lure him on, let him do what he wanted, let him go on and on 
until she got him to a certain point. .. and then she would laugh in his 
face and tell him who she really was. It was such a bold, insane, erotic 
plan that her body shivered, and she felt a heated surge of lewdness deep in 
her groin. She hadn't felt anything like that since her first husband died. 
He could do such things to her! He was so lewd! 

Memory, combined with her circumstances, made her roll and grind her hips. 
She thrilled, shivering as she thought she would soon have his long, 
heatedly rigid cock in her hand, guiding it into her own love-starved cunt, 
trapping him once and for all. 

Her body suddenly jumped as though she had received a sudden electric shock. 
There was a noise outside the trailer! 

She closed her eyes, her heart pounding, and tried to control her breathing. 
She concentrated, telling herself over and over: Above all, lie still, let 
him do what he wants, let him go all the way. Then tell him. 

She held her breath as the door swung slowly open. Someone slipped into the 
camper and closed the door quickly and quietly. 

And in the silence and pitch blackness Margo lay still and listened. It was 
eerie, almost making her move, the way she knew, could feel, sense, know 
that someone was standing over her in the camper. He was probably waiting 
for his eyes to grow accustomed to the pitch blackness before he moved. No 
matter! With what little light there was, he wouldn't be able to tell her 
from her daughter, Anne. Her hair was thicker and longer than Anne's, it 
gave her a wild gypsy look, but it couldn't be seen in the darkness. 
Besides, he had been drinking. Her lips twitched once in the beginning of a 
grim smile of sweet revenge. Let the drunken slob think he was fucking Anne. 
Let him go until there was no turning back. Then laugh and spit in his face. 

She lay waiting, knowing she had the desire and motivation to lie still all 
night until he made the first move. 

He moved only after endless minutes ticked by. She heard him slipping 
quietly across the camper, feeling his way. His fingers brushed against her 
side and then slowly, carefully, felt the nakedly sensual contours of her 
body, cupping her breasts with only the cotton sheet separating fingers and 
flesh. 

His hands located her on the bed, and she could hear his breathing as his 
hand found the edge of the sheet and slowly pulled it back, leaving her 
lying stark naked atop the bed. 

Margo lay still and listened to the rustling of clothes. He was undressing 
right next to her. A lewdly exciting thrill coursed through her heatedly 
aroused loins like some kind of sweet electricity. She hadn't felt so 
wickedly stimulated in years! 

The naked young mother gave a tiny gasp of astonishment and tried to stifle 
the wanton moan deep in her throat as she suddenly, unexpectedly, felt his 
hot wetly quivering tongue slowly tracing its way over her taut abdomen. She 
tensed and fought with herself. The warmly licking tongue had come as a 
complete surprise, and it felt so good! The shadowy figure moved it at a 
wicked snail's pace, pausing to stab it down into her navel, causing her to 
bend her knees and undulate her belly. 

A hot sexuality mingled with a cold rage as she remembered he had never made 
love to her like this, not like this! Her mouth fell open in obscene delight 
as his tongue began wiggling its way up on the curve of one fleshy breast! 

A warm moistness was making her cunt a creamily churning vacuum as her 
lust-inflamed pussy lips swelled and puckered themselves out with a lewd 
desire, revealing the puffy, moistly pink slit up between her legs. Margo 
gritted her teeth and fought for control. She had to act as if she were 
still partially asleep and let him do whatever he wanted. The thought of 
lying motionless and letting this person do whatever he wanted was obscenely 
exciting to her. She would let him go on until they were at a fever pitch of 
lewd excitement, until he was about to orgasm, then, with an implacable 
sexual lust driving them, she would spit in his face and tell him who she 
was! 

His warmly wet mouth unexpectedly closed over the nipple of her breast, and 
she gasped again as a rippling thrill ran through her and mingled in her 
loins, making her pull up her knees slightly and undulate her hips against 
the fury in her groin. His hot lips continued to gently suck on her erect 
little nipple while his teeth took sharp tantalizing bites of the sensitive 
flesh, and his tongue swirled around and around until her breast grew taut 
as a bullet. 

It was difficult to pretend she was still asleep as her pleasure mounted and 
became more and more sensual. 

Again, it took all of her will to keep from jerking under his lewd 
ministrations as she felt his wetly open mouth and twirling tongue leave the 
nipple of her breast and begin a slow, deliriously torturing journey back 
down over her rib cage and onto her silkenly smooth stomach. Her eyelids 
fluttered like trapped butterflies as she felt both his hands fondling her 
breasts, stirring wild desires that had long lain dormant in her. 

Her mind vacillated between hedonistic pleasure and a cold-blooded 
resentment of her unseen lover. He had never been so sensual and aggressive 
in their love making as he was being now, and that was simply because he 
thought he had Anne! Margo almost groaned and crooked her arms in the dark, 
forcing herself not to reach for his hair as his tongue sank again in her 
navel and then continued licking slowly down her stomach. God, she thought, 
whatever the reason, he was good! Not since her first husband was alive and 
loving her had she been promised such a good time in bed! 

Becoming more aroused with every passing second, the young wife had to grit 
her teeth to keep from moaning with sheer unadulterated pleasure as she felt 
his voraciously nibbling mouth in her pubic hair, his tongue wetting the 
sparse, softly curling fleece. She fought not to move, fought against her 
instinct and desire to spread her thighs and shove her hungry cunt right up 
into his unseen face. 

She couldn't keep a wild wanton smile from her face. It had been years since 
she had felt so lewd and it was exciting that her unseen lover didn't know 
who she was, that he thought he was making love to her daughter. She 
actually moaned out loud, hoping he would think it a sleeping murmur as she 
felt his hand begin to slowly trail down over her sensually craving body. 
Slowly, his two hands encircled her right thigh and carefully, as if not to 
waken, he moved the thigh, spreading it open while his mouth still nibbled 
and nuzzled in her pubic hair. 

Another tortured moan of animal delight escaped her lips as she felt the 
hotly wet tip of his tongue making slow little circles on the inside of her 
thigh up near her vaginal lips. She felt his hands gently take her left 
thigh and spread it wide, and there was a pause then she felt the fiery 
moistness of his talented tongue-tip licking back and forth, covering the 
insides of her sleekly firm thighs with saliva, always working closer and 
closer to her now eagerly quivering cunt. 

Margo caught her breath and held it. All pretense to being asleep could be 
abandoned. She was lying on the bed with her legs spread, still motionless, 
holding her breath and waiting for the next wonderfully warm touch from her 
phantom lover. It simply was too good for her to resist. It wasn't a matter 
of wanting to stop him, it was a matter of not being able to stop him. His 
mouth drew away from her pubic hair, and she heard him moving, then felt him 
crawling between her wide-spread legs. Her body was tingling all over with 
every nerve alive and more responsive than it had been in years. Her 
heatedly twitching pussy was so moist that she almost screamed with the 
desire to squeeze and manipulate her vaginal muscles in order to ease the 
delicious feeling. Her vaginal lips, soft and pulpy, had swollen and spread 
to such an extent that her cunt was now gaping wide-open, a narrow moistly 
warm slit in the dark. Her tiny erect clitoris was exposed like a shining 
little coffee bean, trapped between her vaginal lips and lubricated by her 
excitement. 

Margo caught her breath deeply and sharply as she felt his thumbs being 
carefully placed on the fluted, hair-covered lips of her pussy. Slowly and 
inexorably, the thumbs spread her wetly pulsating cunt open wide, creating 
an obscene sucking sound as her puckering pussy opened. Now the shamelessly 
aroused young mother lay completely exposed and vulnerable to whatever her 
unknown lover wished to do to her in the dark. 

"Aaaaaaggggghhhhaaaa!!" 

Margo threw back her head and let the primitive animal cry tear from her 
lips as she felt the wetly searing poker of his tongue slip into her 
defenseless little pussy with the liquid quickness and ease of mercury; with 
a salacious pagan instinct, the long quivering tongue probed and twirled and 
jabbed, inflaming her with an insane desire! 

She lost control then, and her hands flew to his head and her knees bent as 
far as they would go and, almost double-jointed, she spread her wildly 
trembling legs so that her hip bones jutted up. Abruptly, she was moving 
like a maniacal belly dancer, madly undulating her stomach and sticking her 
hair-lined vaginal slit straight up to get the ravishments of his tongue. 

It curled into her cunt, it wiggled, twirled, shot, and jabbed. It licked, 
flatly, up and down the entire wantonly shuddering length of her cunt. It 
jiggled maddeningly over her clitoris, teasing it into wilder jolts of joy 
that shook her young body. Margo's head was thrown back and was thrashing 
from side to side as she moaned out her delight, and her fingers curled 
tightly in his hair as she pumped and ground her ripely fleshed hips up and 
down. Her unseen lover's tongue seemed made of fire, sweet fire, that set 
her loins ablaze with forbidden desire. 

This was the best thing she had ever had! This was better, wilder, more lewd 
and obscene than anything she had ever done with her first husband! It was 
certainly more exciting than anything she had ever done with Jeff! 

Margo tensed with the sudden jolt of the truth! Her hands gripped the head 
in her hands, the head that was tongue-fucking and ravaging her cunt, the 
head with the tongue that was driving her toward gibbering obscenities! God! 
This wasn't Jeff! 

She seemed suspended, taut, like a steel cable stretched rigidly atop the 
bed. It was as if she were suddenly endowed with a super-intelligence, and 
she saw the whole thing as a monstrous misunderstanding on her part. Margo 
was suspended in time, and nothing moved as she realized who it was that was 
so slowly and sensuously sliding his wetly quivering tongue up into her 
inflamed cunt. The truth was branded in her mind in blazing letters of fire. 

It was Carl! 

Her son! 

Margo didn't move. In fact, she couldn't as the magnitude of what she was 
doing sank home to her. She was lying, sprawled naked and lewd, before her 
own son; she was offering her eagerly clasping cunt and her body to her son. 
She was indulging in the most forbidden of fruit of all... open and 
lascivious incest! 

And she was wallowing in it! A deeply feminine instinct took over, a 
delicious sexuality that gloried in the unspeakable wantoness of what she 
was doing! 

Her heart seemed to thump, skip, then begin beating again in a wild way as 
she wondered if he, Carl, was aware yet that he was tongue-fucking his own 
mother. Her hips seemed to take on a life of their own as she undulated, 
writhed, turned, twisted, pumped, and twitched as his long, moistly hot 
tongue flailed at her, flicking her down into a strange kind of masochistic 
pleasure. He was much more dominating than any man she had ever known, much 
more intense and dominating in his actions than Jeff. Even more ruthless and 
direct than her first husband, his father! 

He was driving her up and up, to giddy heights from which she would 
eventually topple into the dark valley of a long overdue orgasm. She began 
to tremble uncontrollably as she felt her cumu like thick molten pleasure, 
begin to churn and spread throughout her wildly writhing loins. In a few 
minutes, it would jolt all through her body . . . and it would take over . . 
. and she would burn like a match in an inferno. 

It was almost as if her son could read some message in her blood. With a 
snarl, he pulled his voracious young mouth away from her eagerly clasping 
cunt. 

Margo fought with him, abject, pleading, as her hands tried to pull his head 
back to her madly pulsating vagina. "No! Please, more, more, please, Carl, 
darling, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop!" She murmured on, growing 
incoherent as she lifted her hips clear of the mattress and offered them up 
in the dark to her son. 

With a guttural cry, he threw himself down on her. There had been a shocked 
pause when she had first used his name. Now he seemed obsessed with an 
obscene fury as he crashed on top of her so hard that she saw stars and 
little pinwheels of colored light danced in the jet-black camper. She felt 
his hard young body covering hers and felt his huge, rigidly throbbing penis 
like a hot iron bar pulsating against her stomach. 

The two of them clung together for a split second, panting, trembling with a 
great lust and passion, feeling themselves clutched and torn asunder by a 
super-human need. 

Carl's cock was in such a painfully thundering erection that he seriously 
felt it was going to split and render his foreskin. He never dreamed that he 
would someday be fucking his own mother! He had looked at her body secretly 
and lewdly imagined what it would be like to slip his cock in the same womb 
from which he had originally sprung, fifteen years ago. He had, many times, 
laid tentative plans for her seduction, but he never dreamed he would 
actually be able, to do it! Nor, in his wildest dreams, did he ever think he 
would feel the wild sense of power and exultation that he was at that moment 
feeling. He was powerful and vitally alive, and he could do anything! He 
was, in fact, doing something that men have pondered over ever since 
recorded time. Men have written the greatest literature in the world about 
it, scientists have tried to understand it, and Sigmund Freud became famous 
for discovering and giving a name to a desire that has smoldered in every 
man's breast. 

INCEST! MOTHER LOVE! 

Everyone thinks of it, few men do it. But those who do find themselves 
caught in this great passion and perversion, experience an elation and a 
sensuality which can only be compared to being engulfed, submerged, in a 
flow of gently warmed, perfumed lava! 

Margo, too, was gripped by this great desire and, as her son readjusted his 
legs, putting his weight on his knees and lowering his wildly throbbing cock 
until it rested its lust-swollen head on her wet slit, she tightly clamped 
her arms and legs about his young torso with an abandon and strength that 
she had never known before. Her ripely mature body rippled like a snake 
under him as she rode her hips up and down and felt the blunted head hot and 
dry, slide up and down the length of her slit, getting moistly covered with 
her slippery excitement as it moved. 

With a speed and wantonness that amazed her, she let go with her arms and 
slapped them to the mattress on either side of her. Her hands felt their way 
to her softly fleshed spread buttocks. She still had her legs tightly locked 
around her son's hips as her fingers found their way to either side of her 
heatedly quivering cunt. With her fingers rolling her moistened pussy lips 
back, she pulled them apart as far as they would go . . . and felt his 
throbbing cock's head sink in a little further and become more lubricated. 

Margo squeezed with her legs that were crossed at the ankles behind his 
buttocks and felt his hot, massively pulsating cock sink a little bit into 
her vagina, stretching her cuntal walls deliciously as they twitched 
involuntarily welcoming his thick flesh. 

Carl divined what she was trying to do, and he put his arms around her 
crushing her ripely firm breasts into his chest as their hungry mouths met 
and their tongues darted wetly back and forth. 

Margo tensed her legs again, squeezing, pulling the blunted head of his long 
hard prick a little further into her voracious cunt, then she relaxed, 
letting it slide its lubricated way out again. The sensation was exciting 
and tense and only deepened their frustration, and intensified and teased 
their desire. An unspoken mutual agreement coursed through them, a lewd kind 
of non-verbal instinctive communication. It was as if they were saying to 
one another! "Let's build one another to the highest climax!" 

With a cruel thrust of his hips, he thrust forward and Margo caught her 
breath in a strangulated cry as she felt the huge primeval flanged head of 
his cock plop into her inflamed cunt and stretch the sensitive moistly 
lubricated walls to the point where pain stabbed down into her groin. The 
voluptuous young mother writhed with masochistic pleasure as she felt a 
great shuddering desire to be humiliated by her son, to grovel at his feet 
in wildly abandoned lewdness. 

With a cat-like cry, she twisted her body and the thick head of his 
lust-engorged cock slipped out of her cunt with a lewd sucking sound. 
Abruptly, she was wiggling out from under him, her hands tearing at his 
body, silently urging him to roll over on his back. 

Carl did what she wanted and lay with his legs wide-spread in hedonistic 
anticipation at what she was going to do. He felt her hand cradle his soft 
hairy balls and gently caress them as the index finger of that same hand ran 
in exploration up and down the crevice of his young buttocks. He felt the 
outstretched middle finger slip between his ass cheeks and probe for his 
tightly puckered anus. The youth spread his legs a little wider and felt the 
tip of her finger sink partially into' the elastic anal ring as her other 
hand took his rampant cock and held it straight up. With the index finger 
and thumb of that hand, she began tenderly to stroke his sheath, pulling and 
rolling the skin further back with each gently stroke. 

Carl felt with his hands in the blackness and touched the switch for the 
bunk-light that would flood the bed with a soft, dimly shielded light. His 
teeth showing in a wolf-like smile, he flicked the switch. Raising his head 
so that the cords in his neck stood out Carl looked down and saw his nakedly 
voluptuous mother crouched like a hungry animal over his cock, with her 
heavy breasts hanging free and quivering with her movements. Her wetly open 
mouth with its half-parted and glistening lips was poised right over the 
massively pulsating head of his cock. And, as he watched, her quivering 
little tongue flicked out and licked the very tip of his prick. A strangled 
moan of entreaty came from the boy's lips. 

Without warning, he shoved upward with his hips and the lubricated head of 
his cock slid rapidly in her mouth. Margo immediately tasted her own cuntal 
excitement smeared on the tip. His erection was so thick that it stretched 
her mouth to the utmost, and her lips were like tight rubberbands around the 
glistening white shaft that was buried in her oral cavity. With a slow, 
deliberate action, she started bobbing her head, sucking gently, her tongue 
moving unpredictably and sensuously, moving with the flat of it around the 
head then just the tip flicking back and forth. He had tongue-fucked her and 
gotten her hotter than she had even been before in her life, and now she was 
going to return the favor. They would urge each other on to greater 
obscenities and even as his mother tantalizingly sucked his cock, the young 
boy tried to think of what he was going to do to her next. 

She becan sucking with all her might, her cheeks hollowing with an effort as 
the shaft of his cock glistened wetly in her mouth. He felt the lust-drive 
of his cum building to the breaking point in his sperm-bloated balls and 
began to lewdly pump his hips, fucking her wildly in the mouth while his 
hands cruelly held her head in place. During it all, Margo continued to saw 
her finger in and out of his tightly clasping anus. 

He felt he was too hot to cum and tore his penis away from her gluttonous 
mouth with an anguished growl, his balls aching. Instantly, his mother was 
on him like a cat, straddling his muscular young torse with her firm thighs. 
She reached down between his legs and seized his heatedly throbbing cock in 
her hand, holding it in place while she sank-with a long shuddering 
sigh-down over the huge rod, taking it up all the way into her hotly 
palpitating cunt. Freeing her hands, she began to pump up and down on the 
stump-like glistening cock. She looked wantonly down at her son sprawled 
under her and teasingly cupped her large breasts in her hands offering them 
to him. She took them away when his hands snaked up and attempted to massage 
their fleshy fullness. Abruptly, she began lewdly pumping up and down on his 
long hard shaft, her breasts jumping and shaking, her torso writhing and 
twisting above him in a salacious dance of fulfillment. 

There was nothing left but orgasm, and they urged and drove each other on. 
Still, though, the act was not yet concluded; they had to find some 
expression of their carnality and sensuality. Somehow, they had to find a 
means of showing the way they felt in their sex-aroused, wantonly excited 
minds. 

With a cruel calculating growl, Carl seized his mother by the arms and 
yanked her down on him and then flung her to one side. She gave a strangled 
little cry as she realized she was going to pitch off the bed and fall 
headlong onto the floor. She crashed down with Carl's panting, sweating body 
again toppling on top of hers. 

Nothing could stop them now. Both were wild-eyed and their lips were drawn 
back in .an animal grimace. Carl pulled his mother up to her knees. She 
obeyed, dazed, panting heavily, eager to do anything the boy wished. He put 
one hand to the back of her head and pushed her forward. Without a word 
being said, she knew what he wanted. Kneeling, she leaned forward until she 
was on the floor on all fours. She spread her excitedly quivering thighs as 
wide apart as she could, then reached behind herself, her hands sliding over 
the smooth flesh of her buttocks. Her fingertips forced their way. between 
the gleaming mounds, and she slowly spread her ass cheeks until the little 
brown star of her anus was exposed and vulnerable. 

Carl kneeled, bent his head and began to flick the wetly quivering tip of 
his tongue back and forth over the crinkled anal opening. He felt her entire 
body jump in sexual delirium, as she moaned deeply. Nothing was too profane 
or obscene to do! He seized her ripely firm hips in either hand, digging 
cruelly in with his fingernails in order to get some kind of grip on her 
slippery, sweating flesh. 

His mouth and face were contorted with a wild, lewd glee. Later, he would do 
this same thing to his sister while his mother helped. Later, he would do 
all sorts of things to both of them! Later, he would have them naked on 
their hands and knees and jumping through mental hoops! Later, he would have 
pleasures most people never even dreamed of, let alone experienced! He would 
have them so abject and subservient that they would be catching pennies in 
their pussies like trained seals. 

With a cruel recklessness, he thrust the huge swollen head of his cock 
against the tight little nether ring of her rectum. 

"Agghhaaa!" His mother's voluptuous, pain-wracked body reacted under him, 
and her hair flailed from side to side with the agony as her face grimaced. 

He hesitated for a split second, but Margo shook her head and gasped, "No! 
Go on, I want it, do it, don't stop!" 

"Say it!" he hissed between clenched teeth as he pushed forward again. 

"Do it! Aaaaggghhha!" 

"Say what you want, you bitch!" 

"I want it, I want it!" she cried, her body tensing and writhing under the 
pain as he stretched her anus to the point where she thought it would split 
open and she would pass out. She had made a mistake, her young son's 
massively throbbing penis was too big to fit in her tightly cringing rectum. 

"Say it!" His voice was a brutal snarl and he thrust forward without mercy. 

"AAaaaaagggghhhhaaa!" With an unholy, obscene plopping sound, his cock head 
sank into her rectum, and the elastic ring of her anus snapped around the 
shaft of his cock and squeezed to the point where it hurt him so much he was 
forced to bite his lips. His mother was tense below him, her beautiful back 
arched, her mouth open in a silent scream as pain took control of her 
nakedly voluptuous body. She was sure she wouldn't be able to stand it for 
much longer. She surely would pass out, as he slowly thrust his prick in 
deeper. The lubrication and wetness left by his fucking and her sucking did 
seem to help, however. 

The sweat was dripping from her body now, as the youth shifted his knees and 
rocked closer to get a new grip with his hands. He began a slow, relentless 
rhythm of sawing in and out of her painfully tight rectum, always sinking a 
little further with each new thrust; his mother cried and groaned beneath 
him, and her breasts shook with each brutal stroke. Margo ground her teeth 
together and fought the desire to ask him to withdraw from her tortured 
anus. She felt her strength ebbing and she was seeing red in the dim light 
of the camper. God, would it never end-would he ever get all of his thick 
hot cock hammered into her backside. 

It was so tight a fit that the rectal skin was pulled and rolled out, 
clinging to the prick as if it couldn't stand to let go. Each time he sunk 
the shaft back home, always a little deeper, the brownish flesh rolled in, 
and she groaned under him a little more. 

The young mother's legs and arms began trembling as he slowly increased the 
rhythm and depth of his strokes, finding a cruel, wildly exciting pleasure 
in so humiliating his mother. He began to fuck her harder and deeper, 
driving his massively thick penis home like a battering ram. Even he was 
surprised when his mother's cries of pain and anguish gradually began to 
change to mewlings and cries of primitive pleasure, as the pain mixed deep 
in her groin with her incestuous desire. Suddenly, with all the violence of 
a gasoline vapor explosion, she felt an even bigger excitement mount in her 
loins. Margo began to arch her back until it hurt, lewdly rotating her 
softly fleshed buttocks, allowing him a better path into the heated depths 
of her rectum. She began grinding her ass like a bitch dog in heat, and her 
sensually aroused body writhed and undulated in complete abandonment. 

Sensing that they were swirling upward to still another state of pleasure, 
Carl fucked with all his might. He leaned over his mother, one arm crooked 
around her incredibly slim waist for purchase, when he was seized with 
another obscene idea. His hand slid down her wet stomach and into her matter 
pubic hair. His fingers began massaging her tiny clitoris and he heard his 
mother's wild cry of lewd joy underneath him as he worked her clitoris 
around like a ball bearing in a bowl of warm oil. His fingers crept lower, 
to her gaping moist cunt. 

"Oh God!" she cried, "Fuck me, fuck me, suck me, do everything to me, 
darling!" 

Margo thrashed her head insanely back and forth as her supple body bucked 
and writhed and as she thrust her gleaming white buttocks up in a brazen, 
obscene manner, his middle finger thrust without hesitation deep into her 
wetly clasping pussy - so deep that the flat of his palm was against her 
cunt. He began sawing in and out of her pussy with the finger, feeling her 
hot slipperiness of desire. He could even feel his cock, separated by only a 
thin wall of highly sensitized flesh, hammering in and out of her velvety 
rectum. 

Margo was beginning to lose her strength and balance under him, but he 
continued to viciously fuck her until she collapsed on the floor, her head 
and breasts on the carpet while her buttocks remained defenselessly 
elevated. He fucked in and out of her cringing anal channel in a regular 
rhythm that matched his finger sawing in and out of her hotly moistened 
cunt. 

"Fuck me!" she said, her voice hoarse and muffled under him, "Fuck me in the 
ass, fuck me in the cunt, fuck me in the mouth, fuck me all the time!" 

Spurred on by her obscene words and wishes, he began fucking with even more 
of a cruel abandon. He rammed her across the floor until her head was under 
a chair and banging against a wall. Still, with her body bucking under the 
savage impact of each thrust, she wantonly writhed and pumped her buttocks 
back and forth and plead for more. His finger flew in and put of her cunt 
and, then suddenly, he felt his mother tensing, bracing against the wild 
flooding rush of her orgasm. 

Her mouth was wide open and her eyes rolling white in her head as Margo 
came; her body jerked, tensed, and lifted both herself and her son off the 
floor with superhuman strength that quickly subsided in groaning spasms of 
quivering flesh as she came again and again. Finally, she found her voice 
and cried out. 

"AAAAGGGGGHHHHAAAAA!!!" 

It was a sound that shattered the night and must have awakened the whole 
lake, but neither of them cared, or paid attention. Carl flailed his head 
back and forth as he fucked with all his might and then he, too, was cumming 
.. . 

His sperm raced mightily out of his balls and shot, searing, along the 
entire length of his cock before exploding out in sticky, hot spurts, 
filling her rectum to the overflowing and lubricating his convulsive 
strokes. He plunged in again and again to the hilt, his head lolling around, 
his eyes sightless, his mouth slack and hanging open, as he roared and 
continued to cum in his mother's tightly milking rectum ... as Margo lay 
helplessly beneath him in the throes of her own continuing orgasm. 

He pumped back and forth without thinking, without being able to control 
himself. He came into his mother so hard and so much and for so long that 
every nerve in his body throbbed with a thrilling pain. 

Beneath him, Margo felt she was going to faint from the internal pleasure, 
and she suddenly realized she was experiencing complete fulfillment and 
gratification in pain. She was, in short, feeling a supreme ecstasy. 

Carl's hand slipped from her passion-drenched cunt and fell to the floor 
with a thump. His rapidly deflating cock oozed out of her anus, shiny with 
cum. He sagged next to her on the floor with a great sigh, and the two of 
them lay next to each other, panting for breath. 

After several moments, Margo raised her head. "Do you think anyone heard 
us?" she whispered. 

Carl, with his eyes closed, shook his head. "Naw! There's only Jeff, and 
he's drunk and asleep. Besides, if anyone heard, they'd be here by now." 

Margo laughed at her son's insolent indifference. It was so like him. "Tell 
me, did you know who it was in here when you came in?" 

His eyes still closed, he shook his head. 

"You terrible boy!" she said, slapping him lightly, "How could you do such a 
thing to your sister?" 

He laughed, his laugh very masculine and hard. "I didn't. I did it to you, 
momma." 

She gave him another slap and laughed at his audacity. "But you have been 
having an affair with Anne?" 

Carl nodded agreement. 

"And I thought it was Jeff! Oh, God! What are we going to do about Jeff?" 

"Don't worry about him." 

"But what can we do?" 

"Not now, later." 

Margo gazed in the dim light of the camper at her son's naked young body 
stretched out next to hers on the camper floor and at his soft penis between 
his legs. Desire stirred once again deep in her womb. "Am I as good as 
Anne?" she asked plaintively. 

Again, he laughed. "You're okay! I like to tie Anne up, though." 

"What?" The thought brought all kinds of possibilities to her mind and, 
despite her fatigue, she felt a smoky lewdness swirling like an incipient 
cyclone in her groin. 

She watched as Carl reached up with his hand groping on the little camper 
table that was folded down from the wall. That sardonic grin of his twisted 
across his mouth as he pulled down a length of clothesline and dangled it in 
front of his mother's face. 

With a sudden hot throbbing in her groin that made her moist vagina begin 
quivering in anticipation again, Margo Greer slowly put her hands behind her 
and crossed them at the wrist. She had a dissolute smile etched on her face 
as she leaned to one side so that her son could tie her. In her mind ran the 
words she had learned to live by: to each thing there is a season. 

When she turned to look up at the young boy, her face was almost radiant as 
she struggled futilely against her bonds. "And after you tied your poor 
sister, just what did you do then . . . you naughty boy?" Her husky voice 
was a whispering plea ... 

 Chapter Seven 

To each thing there is a season. And to the Greer family, it was the season 
for talk, for confession and understanding. The day started late with Carl, 
Margo, and Jeff all sleeping late. For Carl and Margo, it was the sleep of 
exhaustion, and they awoke refreshed and looked at the day as new people. 
Without ever saying so, both of them knew that their lives had changed 
forever. No matter what they did or thought or said, they would never, ever, 
again be the same. In a sense, there was no turning back, no pretending that 
the night before had never happened. Rather, they sought each other out on 
the sundeck and talked in low tones that Jeff couldn't overhear. 

Jeff slept late for a different reason; he was badly hung-over and generally 
feeling sorry for himself. The morning did nothing to assuage his fears. For 
some reason he couldn't understand, he was being blamed for Anne's nervous 
state and crying spell. Christ, he hadn't done anything! He sat in the 
kitchen, watching his wife and step-son out on the sundeck, talking so 
earnestly. What, in God's name were they talking about, he wondered, and 
what the hell had he done to be treated like such an outsider? They came 
into the kitchen and remained silent as Margo made breakfast. He sat, 
sleepy, with bloodshot eyes, and drank black coffee, and tried not to watch 
Carl wolf down a big breakfast of eggs, home fries, toast, jam, coffee and a 
side order of hot cakes. The kid ate like he was starving. Jeff regarded 
both of the twins as his own. He was ready to admit that he was more partial 
to Anne than Carl, but, Anne was more out-going, softer and nicer. Carl had 
a way of looking at him with that damned grin and that wild look in his 
eyes. Carl was an opinionated kid who sometimes was too big for his 
britches. And Margo had always spoiled the hell out of him! Jeff drank his 
coffee and got up. There she was, fixing him that big breakfast, patting his 
shoulder, filling his coffee cup, putting her hand on the back of his neck 
and asking him if everything was all right . .. and she didn't even offer to 
fix anything for him. In fact, she barely looked at him. 

"Well," he said, clearing his throat and trying to sound jovial, "What are 
we going to do today?" 

Margo looked at him coolly, her eyebrows raised. "Carl and I are driving 
down to the clinic to see how Anne is?" 

"The clinic?" It was the first he had heard about Anne's hospitalization. He 
had thought the girl slept in the camper. He could say no more. His hangover 
was pounding away at his temples and churning in his stomach, and they 
obviously had just excluded him out. Very well, if that's the way they 
wanted it. To hell with them. He turned on his heel and walked out to the 
sundeck. 

They left, driving off without a word. He tossed a cigarette into the lake, 
swore, and decided he would go fishing. He went into the kitchen with the 
stillness of the cabin around him. He poured himself a straight vodka, a 
little of the hair-of-the-dog, fetched a six-pack of beer out of the 
refrigerator and took his fishing gear along the lake's edge to a little 
dock. He got in a rocking rowboat and carefully stowed the beer away in a 
cooler, then jerked the starter rope on the motor. The motor caught and the 
prow of the boat stood up as he sat down aft, buzzing his way across the 
smooth, mirror-like surface of the lake. 

It was always cooler as he sped along, a fine mist from his wake sometimes 
blowing on his forehead and feeling pleasant to his hangover. Already, the 
vodka was making him feel better, and he was regretting not having brought 
the bottle along. He cut the motor and slowed to an easy drift. Reaching in 
the cooler, he got a beer and downed about half of it before putting his 
pole into use. He flicked the pole with his wrist, and the line plopped into 
the water about fifteen feet away. 

Jeff lay in the bottom of the boat, finishing off the beer and settling 
back, getting as comfortable as possible, shading the morning sun out of his 
eyes. He tried not to think about his sudden troubles with Margo. Or Carl! 
Or Anne's problem. All three of them were acting strange. He felt the best 
thing to do was simply nothing at all. If he did nothing and didn't think 
about it, maybe it would go away. The vodka and the beer made him feel 
better and he closed his eyes, warmed by the sun, and let him mind drift 
with the boat. He wasn't worried about fish biting because he hadn't put any 
bait on the line. He was worried and hungover and felt the best thing he 
could do was get some more sleep. 

Jeff was lulled to sleep by the constant, drowsy, slap of the water against 
the sides and the slow, circling drift of the boat. Above was a blue sky, 
and the sun was warm. He slept deeply and a long time, stirring in his sleep 
after awhile, disturbed, frowning. He was having a dream, and Anne was in 
it, and she was calling him from far away. He could hear her voice calling 
him, and he felt he should answer. 

Her calls seemed so life-like that he became pretty sure he wasn't dreaming. 
He opened his eyes and blinked up at the blue sky and listened. 

"Jeff!" 

The call came from far off and was clear and high, and she drawled the name 
out into two big syllables. "JEEE-EFF!" 

He sat up in the boat and rubbed his eyes and peered around. He hadn't been 
dreaming, for there, far away, was Anne, standing on the little dock and 
waving her arms and calling his name! The signt of her surprisingly made his 
heart leap and he laughed and waved to her. At least she didn't hate him! It 
took a couple of hasty pulls on the rope before the outboard motor caught 
and he turned it on full, making white water as he headed for shore. 

Anne stood on the dock with one hand shading her eyes and the other on a 
ripely flaring hip that was flounced out, all her weight on the other leg. 
Her face was lit up in a bright smile of welcome. Jeff cut the motor and 
glided in, gently bumping the dock as Anne reached for the boat to secure 
it. 

"Hi, how are you feeling?" he asked. 

Her smile deepened. "Just fine." 

His laugh was embarrassed and his face quizical as he watched her, "What the 
devil was wrong with you last night?" 

Anne put her hands to her face and seemed shy. "Just . . . some personal 
problems that. . . got to be too much for me. I'm sorry, I thought you'd 
understand of all people." 

"Oh, I do," he lied, not understanding at all. "Was it something I did?" 

Anne shook her head and laughed. "No." 

"Was it something I said?" 

She bit her lip and shook her head. 

"Well, what the devil was it?" He handed her his pole and gear box. 

"I told you, just personal problems." 

He hopped up on the dock and stood looking down at the young girl. "Anyway, 
I think that all you needed was a good rest, a good night's sleep." 

She put the pole and gear box down and stood closer to him, her eyes hooded, 
a little smile on her face. "I guess you're right. Anyway, it's good to see 
you again." 

Anne stepped close and put her arms around Jeff's neck and pulled his 
surprised face down to hers. She fervently kissed him on the mouth with her 
lips warm and wetly parted. He tensed as her ripe young body melted into his 
and as she eagerly pressed her pelvis up against him. Was it his imagination 
or did her knee probe between his? He was startled at the unexpected 
affection he was receiving. Affection? It was a little more than that, as he 
felt her wet lips working themselves open against his and her pelvis tilted 
forward to rub against his groin. 

He pulled away and stepped back, giving a quick little laugh, avoiding her 
eyes and the look he saw there. No, he told himself, it can't be! He patted 
her on the arm in a paternal way. "You certainly look rested." 

She wouldn't stay away from him, walking much too close, rubbing against him 
as they walked to the stairs. "Say, where is everybody, and what time is 
it?" 

"About five or five thirty," she said as she insisted on going up the stairs 
side by side. They were narrow and her hip swayed against his as they moved. 
"We just got here. How long have you been out on the lake?" 

"All day," he snorted, "And I'm hungry. I guess we're all tired. I slept 
most of the time." 

"So did I." 

"See? We're all tired. Margo too, I'll bet." 

"Margo isn't here." 

"Huh?" He stopped. "Where is she?" 

"She went with Carl in the camper. She told me to tell you that they were 
going to have dinner in the village and might go to a movie tonight." 

"Say, what the hell is going on?" 

Anne looked demure and slightly surprised. "What do you mean?" 

His eyes narrowed. "Is Margo mad at me? She's been talking with Carl, and 
the two of them are acting pretty strange." 

Anne's laughter pealed across the sundeck. "Margo said you're feeling out of 
sorts and unappreciated. Sit down here." Playfully, she pushed him into a 
deck chair. "How about if I fix you something to eat, and you have a couple 
of drinks while you wait?" 

He sat back in the deck chair, blinking and grinning, trying to keep his 
eyes from Anne's plunging neckline. She had quite a cleavage for a fifteen 
year old girl, milky-white and surprisingly full, her ripe mounds bunching 
and pressing out against, her thin little blouse as she leaned over him. 
"Sure," he said, "sounds like a good idea." 

"Vodka martini, very dry, with just a twist of lemon?" 

Jeff nodded and Anne straightened. He watched her flounce across the sundeck 
to the kitchen. Was it his imagination, or were her buttocks swaying just a 
little too voluptuously and wantonly? He was almost willing to bet that she 
didn't have anything on under that dress. Her breasts had seemed too full 
and free, and they had quivered in such an enticing way when she walked. He 
shook his head and tried to get thoughts like that out of his mind. He was 
grateful that at least someone in the family was talking to him, and having 
an evening alone with Anne really wasn't a bad idea at all. 

She came to him with a drink in a frosty glass and he sipped it. It was 
practically all vodka with just a hint of vermouth and something else. He 
smacked his lips. "Say, that's different. What is it?" 

"Just a touch of pernod for flavoring." She swished her hips under her 
enticing little dress in a way that shocked and excited him, "You know about 
pernod; it's supposed to be an aphrodisiac." 

"Yeah! Hell, an old boozer like me, I've heard." 

"You're not so old." 

"I'm forty two." 

"I know. You're at that age when men are so damned attractive and mature 
that it makes a girl want to throw up when she looks at the average guy her 
age." 

Jeff sat, pleased and flattered, sipping an excellent drink in the late 
afternoon shadows and watching his voluptuous young step-daughter parade 
across the sundeck again. He couldn't help smiling. She was walking like a 
goddammed stripper. He shrugged. Why not? After all, she was almost sixteen 
and entitled to a life of her own. And Margo had confided in him that she 
thought Anne had gone all the way with a boy earlier in the year. Kids, he 
thought, they grow up fast these days. 

He lay back in the chair and felt he had to agree with Anne; damnit, he was 
mature and attractive. He was right at the height of his powers! A few years 
from now and he would begin to slip back, get fat, lose his timing. But not 
yet, not now! Hell, there was many a kid he could still take if he had to. 
He could lose a few pounds and be right back in there. 

His smile broadened as he saw Anne come back to him with a pitcher 
containing cold clear vodka and vermouth. She set it down next to him and 
sensually swayed once more back to the kitched with him watching. 

Damn, she looked so good! Like her mother, only younger. He wondered just 
how far he should go with her. What was right? Never hurts to look, he told 
himself. Hell, she had the body and mind of a woman, and this was the 
twentieth century. Wasn't there a sex revolution going on? He had always 
been liberal-minded, and, besides, Anne was something special to watch move, 
and she obviously thought he was all right. He hoped that Margo was having a 
good time with Carl. 

The thought of Carl and Margo made him frown. They were the only thorn in 
his side now. He poured himself another drink and downed it fast. Mustn't 
let good vodka ever get warm! He poured himself a generous drink and settled 
back in the chair. Anne was making her way to him again, this time with a 
platter of hors-d'oeuvres. She set it down at his side, next to the chair, 
and he saw an array of cold cuts and cheeses and little round pieces of rye 
bread. It was one of his favorite appetizers. He watched, enchanted, as she 
fixed a demi-sandwich for him. "Mother thought it would be a good idea for 
us to get together with each other like this," she said, without preamble. 

"Somebody should have told me," he mumbled with his mouth half full. 

"We saw you out on the lake, and Carl got the binoculars and saw that you 
were asleep... so we decided to let you sleep. That gave me some time to 
start preparing your favorite dinner." 

He stopped drinking and eating. "What's that?" 

"Duck L'orange." 

His eyes grew wide. "NO!" 

"Yes! Have another drink?" She held the pitcher up. 

"Sure. Hey, what is this? Be-good-to-Jeff night?" 

Anne looked coy. "Maybe. I want it to be a nice night, a night we can look 
back on after our vacation is over." 

"I'll drink to that." 

He downed his drink in exuberance, and Anne was right there with the 
pitcher, waiting to fill his glass once again. He sat and basked in the 
attention he was getting. He let his gaze drop from her glowing young face 
to her firmly upthrust breasts. Two buttons had worked themselves loose... 
or had been deliberately unbuttoned . . . and he could see more of her ripe 
young flesh. There were the twin rounded globes of warm white softness, and 
they moved sensually under her dress. Jeff could Clearly see where the erect 
little nipples pointed out against the material. He knew then, positively 
and beyond a doubt, that she wasn't wearing a brassiere either. 

The young girl poured herself a drink and draped her figure in another deck 
chair. "Here's to you." 

"I didn't know you drank." 

"Just learning how." 

"Skoal." 

They sat and drank with Jeff casting his appreciative glance over her 
voluptuously sensual figure. Had it happened all of a sudden, or was he just 
now seeing it? Anne was a full-blown woman, a real stunner with a shape that 
was even better, if that were possible, than 

Margo's. Besides, she was forbidden fruit! You just don't fool around with 
your wife's daughter. Blood or no blood, it didn't matter, you didn't fool 
around! 

Still, though, it was nice sitting out on the deck, drinking, getting bombed 
again, while looking at her supple young body. When she sat down, she had 
carelessly let her skirt ride up, and he saw a goodly portion of her softly 
smooth inner thigh that disappeared so mysteriously up toward the hidden 
delicious secrets of - Jeff shook his head and tried not to think that way. 
"Why, she's just like a daughter to me, I can't get involved with her. 
Besides, she's only fifteen." 

Still, it was nice the way she flattered him and sat drinking with him. It 
was good to know that he was still attractive and that he was appreciated. 
Maybe he was getting drunk, but it seemed to him that the young girl was 
really fascinated by him. Maybe she really was! Maybe she had told Margd and 
that was why his wife was mad; maybe she really found him so sexually 
attractive that she couldn't help herself. That would explain a lot of 
things! He smiled at her and had another drink. Hell, it wouldn't be the 
first time a younger girl feH in love with an older man. The interesting men 
were always older anyway, and he did have the benefit of his years to give 
her. 

His glass was empty and she was suddenly bending over him, her soft young 
hand on his cheek, and he got a good look at her nakedly firm musk-melon 
breasts as they quivered like pudding before his eyes as she poured him 
still another drink. She bent forward to kiss him on the cheek and whisper 
hotly in his ear while he stared hungrily at her tits and saw the dark 
hemispheres of her nipples right in front of his face. "Now, you won't drink 
too much will you?" she asked, breathing heavily. 

"Nope." 

"Because we've got a whole evening ahead of us." 

"Right." His groin gave an improper jerk. What did she mean by that? 

With a deep sigh, she pulled herself away from him and said, "I'm going to 
change into something a little more comfortable. I'll be back in a few 
minutes." 

Jeff drained his drink and refilled his glass. What in hell was happening 
here, he wondered as Anne did a slow stripper's stroll to the house, 
unbuttoning the front of her dress as she went. It was true that he couldn't 
see anything, just the imprint of her firmly fleshed young buttocks on the 
dress, but he knew that she was naked or nearly naked as she walked. He sat 
up in his chair and watched her go to the kitched; one naked shoulder was 
showing as she slowly stripped. 

He sat back, his heart pounding, wondering what she would be wearing when 
she came back. If it was something provocative, something suggestive, should 
he pursue it? What was the right thing to do? He didn't know, he only knew 
that he hadn't been so horny in a long time. He grinned at himself. Nothing 
like something new to rekindle the interest. 

The sun was beginning to set behind the Poconos mountains, bringing on an 
early twilight, when the young girl came back out of the house. As soon as 
he saw her, his heart began to thump, and his cock thickened in his pants. 
She came walking out slowly, a little knowing smile on her face. She came 
wearing high heels and sheer black stockings that seemed to set off every 
little curve in her long legs and firm young thighs. He was able to get a 
good look at them because she was wearing a little wrap-around housecoat 
that ended about halfway down her thighs. It was made of Japanese silk and 
design, with billowing sleeves. A silk belt made it snug at her tiny, 
wasp-like waist. 

Her hair was wild and her face was made up in a wanton kind of way. He 
blinked, thinking it was more her attitude, her smile, that seemed so lewdly 
inviting. Her walk was slow and deliberate, and Jeff had never seen a woman 
shake and undulate so enticingly or provocatively before. Anne came to him 
with another pitcher of martinis, and her every movement told him that she 
didn't have a single undergarment on beneath that sexy little housecoat. 

He downed his drink and almost choked on it, realizing that she had to have 
the stockings held up in some way. His cock was obscenely hardening as he 
thought: she had a garter belt on. He poured himself another drink from the 
new, ice-cold batch and said, "I've always liked to see a woman in black 
stockings." He was surprised at his own daring! 

"Do you? I'm so glad! I mean, I was hoping you'd like them. They do look 
good on me, don't they?" She extended one leg straight out, looking down at 
it, the fold of the flimsy housecoat falling open over her loins. Her sleek 
inner thigh was drawn out, and Jeff splashed some of his drink when he saw 
that she was, indeed, wearing a garter belt. Her thigh came out, strong and 
lovely and terribly sensual in the black stockings. Then her ripe upper 
thigh was revealed, her soft flesh so white and somehow lewd in contrast to 
the stocking and the black snaps leading down from the garter belt. She 
looked at him and her expression was wicked. "I think it excites men, don't 
you?" 

He had difficulty with his hands as they shook. "Yeah. I mean, I think so." 
He licked his lips. "Tell me, do they excite women, too?" 

"What do you mean?" 

"I mean, is it exciting for you to wear them?" 

Anne looked thoughtful. "Yes, I'm like most girls who do it to excite the 
man she's interested in." 

That was it, the silent bomb going off. He sat stunned, asking himself what 
further proof he needed. She couldn't make it any more obvious. His forty 
two years had taught him something. He controlled himself and stalled for 
time by sipping at his drink. He looked up at her. She was smiling at him in 
a way that was too much of an invitation. 

"Yes, Jeff," she said in a soft voice, "Since we started vacation, I've 
found myself so sexually attracted to you that I've been about to die." 

She got slowly to her feet and stood before him in the gathering twilight. 
Her hands went to the silk belt, and her fingers expertly untied the knot. 
The belt fell soundlessly to the sun deck as the flimsy housecoat sagged 
open in the front. Jeffs heart was pounding so that that he had to catch his 
breath as she stood over him like a showgirl, her feet close together with 
one leg slightly in front of the other and the knee of that leg bent ever so 
slightly. Her moistly red lips parted in a lewd smile as she opened the silk 
housecoat and put her hands on her hips. 

Jeff found his breath coming hot and heavy through his nostrils that were 
flaring with passion as he took in his step-daughter's sensual young body 
full of soft velvet-like curves. She was voluptuous and fully formed. Her 
large, nakedly gleaming white breasts jutted out and were perfectly formed; 
he watched, he could see her nipples growing bulleted and hard. His eyes ate 
her up as he looked at her flat silken stomach with such delicate curves in 
it, at her pubic mound which protruded so temptingly, at the sparse softly 
curling hair which was soft and downy and seemed to accentuate the wetly 
glistening folds of her young pussy. Like a show-girl, her hands still on 
her hips, she slowly turned and lifted the hem of the housecoat so that he 
saw her naked twin buttocks split by their deep shadowy crevice. With her 
back to him, Anne slowly shifted her weight, clenching and unclenching her 
ass cheeks so that deep half-moons of flesh appeared, rose and fell like an 
inexorable tide. Her buttocks were lewdly framed by the black silk stockings 
and the black garter belt. 

His young step-daughter turned toward him again, her eyes half-closed, her 
mouth slack and open as she slowly slipped the housecoat free of her 
shoulders. It fell soundlessly to the sundeck where it joined the belt, and 
then Anne stood naked before him. Worse than naked, she was wearing clothing 
that called attention to her nakedness in the most obscene way. Without a 
word being said, she turned and walked slowly back to the cabin; Jeff 
watched her naked buttocks rise and fall .. . rise and fall. At the door she 
turned and looked at him over her shoulder, revealing one heavy, beautifully 
molded, proud young breast. Then she was gone from sight. 

Jeff sat stunned, in a trauma, his cock heatedly throbbing in his pants and 
fully erect, flat up against his belly. He quickly poured himself still 
another drink and downed it as if it were water. For once in his life, the 
alcohol didn't seem to have any effect on him. He got to his feet, somewhat 
unsteady, and looked out over the lake. He was really looking into his own 
soul. A woman was throwing herself at him, a young, beautiful woman! This 
was a once-in-a-lifetime thing, an incident he would never forget no matter 
how long he lived. Soon, his days of attracting women would be over. Soon, 
he would be old and fat. 

Desire raged through him. He hadn't felt so horny since college. Drunkenly, 
he told himself he had to do this! He would never forgive himself if he did, 
but then he would never forgive himself if he didn't. Why not, he asked 
himself as he pounded his fists on the sundeck railing and gritted his teeth 
as he looked out over the darkening lake. Why not live it up just once? Why 
not go in there and fuck the living daylights out of his daughter? Why not 
go in there and give her everything she's looking for? 

He whirled and lurched across the deck, determined to show her a thing or 
two. 

Anne was ready for him. She had gone into the house, into the bedroom, and 
lain on the bed with one knee slightly bent. Her head was back so that her 
long lovely neck was exposed and her eyes were shut. She was waiting, 
waiting, waiting... knowing he would be coming in. She let her knee fall 
slightly to one side exposing her wetly glistening young vagina. She lay 
with her feet toward the door, and when he came through it, her eagerly 
quivering little cunt was there to be seen. Her pinkly full pussy lips were 
swollen in layers of softly perfumed flesh; flesh that was pulled ever so 
slightly apart, revealing the blushing fruit of her ready femaledom. 

Her mother and Carl had been right! When they had taken her out of the 
clinic and told her what had happened, she had been appalled. But, as they 
argued and fought with her, she began to see that they were right: there 
really was no turning back. Never again could she have any kind of so-called 
'normal' relations with a man. Never again would things be as they were 
before summer started. It was too late! There was only one thing to do, 
continue on until a new identity and purpose was found. 

And she was in the process now of finding that new identity. It was almost 
as if two people had been living in her body and one of them had been 
dormant and hidden. Now, that other person inside her was rampant, and a 
wickedly exciting thrill and alien energy pounded through her body. With all 
reservations aside, with all morality forgotten, she could honestly say that 
she enjoyed what she had done to her step-father out on the sundeck. Through 
lewd behavior, she had found a new power to move men. By letting herself be 
humiliated and debased, she found thrills she never had believed existed. It 
was a new way of life, and proof of this was the fact that her mother and 
brother felt the same way. And, after all was said and done, it was too late 
to turn back. 

With a little moan of heatedly anticipated rapture, her hand trailed down to 
her moistly-warm cuntal cavern, and she opened her legs wider. The tip of 
one outstretched finger ran up and down her wet little slit and up and over 
her oiled and erect clitoris, sending lewdly jolting thrills, one after the 
other, racing through her nerves. Slowly, her hips grinding obscenely, her 
stomach rippling like a belly dancer's, she put one finger in her sopping 
young cunt up to the second knuckle and began sawing in and out in time to 
her diabolically slow undulations. 

Just at that moment, Jeff burst through the door, his eyes bloodshot, his 
face wild. He was naked except for his pants and underwear. He had come into 
and through the cabin tearing at his clothing, throwing it off without 
thinking or caring. Drunken, wild, lusting like he did when he was 
seventeen, he didn't even notice that the camper was parked outside the 
house in the gathering darkness. If he had seen it, he wouldn't have cared! 
All he could see was the shamelessly aroused fifteen year old Anne, 
completely naked, obscenely finger-fucking herself on the bed. 

The young girl knew the camper was there. In fact, she knew that her mother 
and brother were going to watch her, and the thought sent an unholy thrill 
through her. Her head was still thrown back and her eyes closed when Jeff 
burst through the door and stood panting, looking at her as she continued to 
saw her finger in and out of her heatedly moistened cunt. 

Slowly, as Jeff watched with his bloodshot eyes starting out of his head, 
Anne bent her knees as far as they would go to one side and slowly spread 
her legs wide, revealing all. . . her eagerly twitching young cunt and her 
tightly puckered little anus buried up between her softly rounded buttocks. 
She lay nakedly exposed and both of her hands were at her groin now, as her 
fingers slowly spread her moistly glistening pussy lips. Jeff saw the bright 
red lining of her cunt like velvet in a jewelry box. 

With a guttural cry, he ripped at his pants and tore at his underwear to 
stand in the center of the room stark naked, his long, wildly throbbing cock 
rearing out obscenely like a tree stump. Anne opened her fevered eyes just a 
slit as her step-father crawled on the bed. She saw his penis, thickly erect 
and hard between his legs. It was the thickest prick she had ever seen, and 
she rejoiced because it was like some kind of prehistoric battering ram and 
it was going to hurt her before the pam became a transfixed pleasure. 

For one wild second, their eyes met as he hovered over her writhing young 
body. Straining her muscles so that the cords inside her thighs stood out, 
she spread her long slender legs as far as they would go. Her voice was a 
hoarse whisper as she said, "Fuck me, fuck me, darling 

Jeff, with all your might!" 

Jeff was like an animal as he tightly gripped her; then he seemingly was 
trying to devour her. His mouth was all over her face and neck and 
shoulders. His hands mauled, pinched, and massaged her firmly large breasts 
while she felt his massively pulsating cock probing wildly up and down the 
entire wet length of her slit, trying to find the right angle and opening. 
Then, without warning, his heatedly throbbing cudgel sank home with an 
obscene wet sucking sound, and they both loudly groaned out their pleasure. 

Jeff began hammering in and out of her wetly clasping pussy, and each mighty 
thrust caused his sperm-laden balls to slap against her upturned white 
buttocks. He steadily increased the pace, brutally fucking Anne down into 
the bed, then literally picking her hips up as he pulled his thick prick out 
and its great blunted head rolled her tight little vaginal lips outward as 
she trembled and fought to keep the rigidly warm flesh pole in her. Then he 
plunged it home with all his force and weight, burying the young girl under 
him, his pubic hair rubbing against her super-sensitive clitoris and sending 
ecstatic belts of pleasure to mingle with the pain of his impatient 
animal-like ramming. 

Jeff went wild, fucking like a wild stallion, slamming his immensely thick 
penis home as he made incoherent sounds. Anne, too, had gone insane, her 
young hips rising and rotating obscenely, meeting his brutal thrusts as 
step-father and step-daughter clung to each other and fucked with all their 
wanton, lewdly abandoned might. 

Outside the bedroom, looking in the window was Margo and her son, Carl. 
Margo watched her daughter fuck her husband with a dreamy look of hungering 
lust on her beautiful face. The young mother's mouth was open slightly. Carl 
was standing right behind her, looking over her shoulder. Both of them were 
splendidly naked, having come from the camper. Carl had his hands on her 
ripely mature breasts, reaching from behind to caress them, pinching and 
playing with the nipples that were growing erect and hard under his 
ministrations. His virile young cock was throbbingly erect and shoved 
between her buttocks, buried in her softly moist flesh. Periodically, she 
would tightly clench the cheeks of her ass in a teasing way and feel his 
heatedly pulsating penis give a responding jerk. 

They watched Jeff fucking in his wild insane way, and Anne writhing and 
twisting under him; and Margo smiled as she felt her son's one hand leave 
her straining breast to trail down over her stomach. She put one foot up on 
a planter box, spreading her thighs and allowing him an easy passage to her 
wetly trembling cunt. His cruel fingers closed over her vagina, and she felt 
his hand hot as he massaged her, his fingers spreading her pussy lips as 
they sank into the pulpy flesh of her voracious cunt. 

The boy began finger fucking his mother as they watched Jeff madly fucking 
the life out of Anne. 

Carl's fingers picked up their rhythm, and his mother's hips began wantonly 
gyrating and pushing back against his penis as they watched. A low hungry 
moan escaped her lips as she felt her passion rising. "Jeff never fucked me 
that way!" she gasped. 

"Don't worry," Carl whispered in her ear, "He will. He will if he doesn't 
kill himself and Anne too!" 

EPILOGUE 

It is early evening and the camper is speeding down the highway, heading 
back to New York City. The vacation is over, the summer drawing to a close. 
The camper signals, its turn-light blinking, as it slows and pulls off the 
highway and into one of the rest areas that are maintained by the state. 

The camper parks next to some other trailers, and Jeff gets out with Margo. 
Somehow, he seems younger. His grin is broader and there is a swagger to his 
walk. Margo, too, seems younger as she gets out of the cab, the dimple in 
her chin deep, as she smiles and swings her hips. Her walk is flirtatious, 
and the men in and around the other campers pause to look at her with 
coveting, furtive glances. Her ripely voluptuous body is beautiful and it is 
easy to see she isn't wearing a brassiere by the way her breasts quiver as 
she jumps down from the cab . .. 

Jeff was tanned and had lost some weight. He nodded to the man at the back 
of the nearest camper. "Howdy. Have a nice summer?" 

The man couldn't take his eyes from Margo. "Oh, fair. You?" 

"Just great. Best vacation we ever had." 

The back door to the camper opened and Carl jumped to the ground and looked 
around with that sardonic grin of his. Anne framed herself in the doorway, 
leaning one shoulder against the doorjam while sticking one hip out. Her 
grin was wild and easy. 

The man at the nearest camper watched all of them. They were obviously a 
family, a good looking family that was still young. Yet, there was something 
about the way they stared at one another, something, a glint, a gleam, in 
their eyes. It was as if they shared a wild and amusing secret, a secret 
that they weren't going to share with anyone outside the family. 

Neither of the women wore brassieres. Although dressed casually, there was 
something terribly sexual and fleshy about the way they moved and looked at 
the men. The man in the nearest camper looked around. Other men were 
watching them now, standing and openly looking at the Greer family, at the 
Greer women in particular. They stared to the consternation and anger of 
their wives. 

The Greers were getting into the back of their camper, disappearing from 
sight. The man by the nearest trailer called to Jeff who was getting in 
last. Say, mister ..." 

Jeff, his hand on the door, turned, fine crow's feet crinkling at the 
corners of his eyes as he looked at the man. It was as if he knew what was 
bothering his neighbor. "Yes?" 

"How about you and the Mrs. and the kids coming over for a beer or a drink?" 
He walked toward Jeff, nervously wiping his hands on his pants. "I got 
scotch and bourbon and vodka. I got beer and if the kids don't drink, I got 
sodas. My wife can whip up something to eat in no time." He licked his lips. 
He was desperate to see more of that luscious mother and daughter. They had 
to be mother and daughter, they looked so much alike. They were the hottest 
women he had seen in years. "How about it?" he asked, looking up, masking 
the hungry need in his voice. 

Jeff smiled down at him with those pale, washed-out blue eyes. "I'm sorry, 
but no thanks. You see, like I said, this has been a great vacation for us 
and . . . well, we're a close-knit family, and we want to spend every 
possible minute together that we can." His grin widened, "We like one 
another." With a slow wink, he closed the door and left the man standing 
there. 


End
