A Stepmother's Delight
by Helga Goering
(FBS-1230)


FOREWORD 

As our modern society grows increasingly complex and confusing, 
philosophies, religions, and divergent life styles are constantly appearing 
to try to fill the gap that was left when man left the closeness of family 
and tight-knit communities. Each of these experiments seems more bizarre 
than the last, especially after lurid coverage by the press, but 
astonishingly enough, many have come to be almost commonplace after a few 
years time. 

Moral principles as our forefathers knew them are no longer relevant, and we 
must now judge these sometimes startling attempts to enrich life by new, 
less rigid standards. The world is changing so rapidly now that it would be 
presumptuous to try to judge anything so hastily. 

Authoress Helga Goering has delved deeply into one new life pattern which is 
far more common than most of us realize in American middle-class suburbs. 
These professional, educated parents are of a class which used to be 
considered the moral backbone of our country, but they have apparently found 
no true satisfaction in that role and have reverted to the more primitive 
involvement in their families. 

Ms. Goering tells us that she was inspired to write this hard-hitting novel 
after witnessing one instance of a family who had found what they considered 
to be a better, more fulfilling life through incest. It is this same family, 
with all names and details changed to protect the people concerned, 
naturally which she portrays in A Stepmother's Delight, but she insists that 
this is no isolated incident. Before even starting to write, she researched 
in several typical suburban communities in Massachusetts, New Jersey, 
Indiana, Iowa, and California ... the results of her surveys show that a 
shocking 20% of the families interviewed had engaged in some form of incest! 

We think that our readers will find this well-written fictionalized account 
of a true-to-life phenomena to be of great interest. Not only is the novel 
enjoyable in itself for its character portrayals and action, but the 
unanswered questions it raises are certainly ones that all of us might do 
well to consider seriously. 

We, the publishers, extend our thanks to Ms. Goering for her extensive 
research and devastatingly honest rendition of one of America's social 
problems. 

-The Publishers 

 CHAPTER ONE 

Hank Hansen couldn't help glancing uneasily over his shoulder in the 
direction of the steps leading up from the large wood-paneled family room, 
though he could tell that his nervousness irritated the voluptuous young 
redhead who cuddled beside him on the side leather couch. Even though he 
knew perfectly well that his daughter Holly was spending the day with her 
girlfriend, and, that his two teenaged sons weren't due home from boarding 
school for another two weeks, it just didn't seem right to be kissing and 
caressing like this at three o'clock on a Saturday afternoon with sunlight 
streaming in through the windows and the neighbor's lawnmower humming 
industriously outside. 

"Hey lover, what's wrong?" Gloria McDonald purred, inching her curvaceous, 
mini-skirted body even closer to the handsome older man. "Holly's not coming 
back for hours, so we don't have a thing to worry about." 

"Yeah, yeah," Hank muttered, pulling imperceptibly away from the lovely 
redhead at the mention of his fourteen year old daughter's name. "But 
still...." 

"Still what?!" Gloria pursed her full red lips in a playful pout and batted 
her long eyelashes up at the man whom she'd been dating these past six 
months. He, acted so stuffy and proper sometimes that it was really annoying 
... though in the long run, of course, it was this same quality of dignified 
maturity which had attracted her to him. With his salt-and-pepper hair and 
air of polite respect, Hank was a hundred times more attractive to her than 
the selfish, "swinging" youths she'd gone around with before meeting him. 

"Still what, lover?" she asked again, gently tugging his face down toward 
hers and pressing her warm lips against his mouth. "After all, we're engaged 
... so what's wrong with showing a little affection, hmmmmm?" 

As Gloria's soft lush lips pressed against his own, Hank felt his initial 
reservations beginning to melt away. His girlfriend had a way of making him 
do whatever she wanted ... and after all, it had been over a week since 
they'd really been alone together, not since her roommate broke up with her 
boyfriend and began spending her evenings moping around the small apartment. 
Now, as the twenty-two year old's silken auburn hair brushed against his 
cheek and the firm warmth of her bare thigh pressed against his trouser leg, 
Hank Hansen knew that once again Gloria's seductive magic was weakening his 
reserve. 

"N-nothing's wrong, baby," he gulped. "It's only that...." His voice trailed 
off, for he couldn't think of anything to say that wouldn't make him seem 
like a tiresome, uptight old man. Beads of nervous perspiration broke out on 
his forehead, and he reached up to loosen the top button of his sport shirt. 

Gloria drew away from her fiance's unresponsive mouth, flicked her pink 
tongue over her full lips till they gleamed like red patent leather, then 
bent over so that they were grazing his silver-streaked hair and her heated 
breath was tickling his ear. 

"Let me help you with that, honey," she purred in the low, provocative voice 
that she knew drove Hank wild. Then, before he had a chance to protest, her 
moist warm lips pressed up against his mouth again, her quivering tongue 
prodding at his teeth while her hands deftly unbuttoned all the buttons down 
the front of his shirt. 

God! she thought as she eagerly caressed the thirty-nine year old's 
hard-muscled chest, he's so strong! He's a real man ... MY man! 

Hank's face flushed a ruddy shade of red, but his lean body nevertheless 
began to relax against Gloria's softly pressing flesh as he watched her 
slim, crimson-nailed fingers tangling lovingly in the dark hairs on his 
chest. Even though they had been sleeping together for the past few months, 
he still wasn't really comfortable with her uninhibited ways. Sure, he loved 
her sensual, alluring personality; but after ten years of no sexual 
relationships at all except a few expensive but unfulfilling experiences 
with call girls during company conventions, he didn't quite know how to 
handle his sexy redheaded girlfriend. 

The amazing thing was that Gloria McDonald seemed fascinated by him as he 
was with her. What could a beautiful, extroverted young woman see in a man 
seventeen years her senior with three half-grown children? Yet ever since 
he'd met her at the insurance office where she worked as a secretary and 
amazed himself by asking her out to dinner, she'd acted as though she 
couldn't care less about all the other younger males who still kept ringing 
her up and asking her out. She'd really given his ego-which had nearly been 
destroyed as far as relationships with women were concerned when his first 
wife Verna vanished without so much as a note saying goodbye, leaving him 
with three small kids-a tremendous boost, and Hank knew that marrying Gloria 
meant more to him than anything else, including his very successful real 
estate business. With the children growing up so quickly, he'd been starting 
to feel like an old man whose prime was past, but now the sensuous redhead 
had given him a new lease on life. 

In spite of his intense pride and joy in his beautiful violet-eyes 
girlfriend, however, Hansen did feel a bit odd carrying on with a woman so 
very much younger than himself. Last weekend, for instance, when they'd gone 
for dinner to the swank Gull Harbor Inn on the outskirts of Kalamazoo and 
the waiter had referred to Gloria as his daughter, he'd thought he'd die of 
embarrassment. Even after she'd insisted that she didn't mind at all, that 
she preferred older men with experience in life, he couldn't help feeling as 
though he were jumping into waters above his head. 

"Caress me," Gloria's seductive whisper broke through the businessman's 
troubled reverie. "Caress me all over...." Hank's brain began to whirl as 
the curvaceous redhead's warm, strawberry-textured tongue slipped between 
his teeth to tease at the sensitive walls of his mouth. At the same time, 
her stroking hands were tracing tantalizing, ever-widening circles across 
his naked torso, and suddenly all thoughts of his own inadequacy vanished 
from his mind. What really mattered, after all, except the here-and-now 
presence of this flame-haired young female? 

In the next moment, Hank's hand was snaking impatiently up along the 
satin-fleshed inner thigh beneath her miniscule suede skirt, bunching up the 
soft fawn-colored leather fabric to reveal the translucent nylon lace of her 
skimpy bikini panties. A few curling tendrils of fox-colored pussy hair had 
escaped from underneath the tight elastic legband, and his fingers shook 
with excitement as he stroked up along her ripely rounded upper legs to 
trace the silken strand. 

Jesus Christ, Gloria was just too beautiful to be true! She was the epitome 
of femininity, all supple, soft curves ... and every time they made love she 
surprised him with a new erotic delight. Right this moment, for example, she 
was pinching his tiny male nipples in a way that sent unexpected thrills of 
excitement rippling through his chest. 

"Hey!" he exclaimed. "What're you doing?" 

Gloria smiled impishly up at him, intensifying her pressuring of the little 
nerve-filled buttons. 

"What's wrong, darling?" she teased. "Don't tell me no one ever did this to 
you before." 

"But I'm a man!" Hank protested. "You don't play with a man's nipples!" 

"Why not, lover? If it feels good, do it ... that's what I think." 

Why not, indeed? Hank's mind was spinning from the heated tremors flickering 
from his stimulated nipples to every nerve ending in his body, and he buried 
his hand deeper in the softly quivering warmth of the redhead's pussy. Just 
because his first wife, Verna, hadn't tolerated any variations in lovemaking 
didn't mean that was the way things should always be. 

"Anything that feels good, you say?" he smiled at Gloria, then suddenly 
shoved her down flat on her back on the leather couch. His inhibitions 
fading before his rising desire, he started tearing open the buttons on her 
apricot-colored blouse, pulling it off her shoulders within seconds even 
though his fingers shook with excitement. 

"Let's make you feel good now...." he breathed, and both of his large hands 
crept forward to squeeze the tiny pink buds of each naked white breast 
between his thumb and forefinger. 

"Ummmmmm, uuuuummmmmm," Gloria purred, wriggling her buttocks down against 
the smooth leather of the couch as delicious thrills coursed out from her 
straining breasts. She was glad she'd decided not to wear her brassiere 
today ... she could tell from the look in Hank's eyes that he was even more 
excited than usual. 

The older man's eyes were indeed gleaming with lust as he gazed down in 
wonderment at the redhead's breasts; they looked for all the world like two 
rich mounds of whipped cream, topped by bright red berries which tautened 
beneath his kneading fingers. 

"Feels good, baby?" he murmured, and then impulsively dropped his head to 
the tantalizing twin mounds and let his wet tongue flicker over the two 
pebble-hard nipples. 

"Oh Hank, Hank ... oooohhhhh...." Gloria arched her back, thrusting her 
tingling breasts up toward her lover's face. He responded by lashing his 
heated tongue in moist circles all around her straining ivory-white flesh, 
and the sensuous girl began purring low in her throat as her excitement 
peaked. Down between her wantonly sprawled legs, where Hank's hand had 
played moments before, she could feel a gush of warm feminine fluid 
dampening the thin crotchband of her nylon lace panties, and her eyes 
fluttered shut as a great wave of longing for Hank Hansen's throbbing male 
thickness surged through her. 

Suddenly Hank jerked, instinctively pulling his body away as he felt 
Gloria's deft fingers tugging down the zipper of his pants. For a brief 
moment his earlier doubts returned-what if little Holly should walk in and 
see what her father was doing?-but then his sensual girlfriend was pressing 
her body up toward his, and her warm fingers were fumbling inside his jockey 
shorts to grasp his rapidly stiffening penis. With a low groan, the 
thirty-nine year old father let his body fall back down against Gloria's, 
forgetting all else but the wonderful sensations of her gentle fingers 
stroking his rigid cock as he mindlessly continued his hungry nibbling on 
her resilient breasts. 

Although Gloria's vision of the expanding flesh-pole pulsing in her palm was 
blocked by Hank's passion-flushed face, she could tell from the way his 
smooth, rubbery cock-shaft lurched against her fingers that the older man 
was growing very aroused. She quickened her strokes, teasing at the 
mushroom-shaped head and then commencing a rhythmic pumping movement that 
made the man above her groan in undisguised pleasure. 

"Jesus, Gloria," he gasped out, his voice hoarse and muffled against the 
softly jiggling mounds of her breasts. "You sure do know how to make a guy 
feel good!" 

Overcome with excitement, he shoved his hand down between the girl's 
widespread naked legs, shoving her tiny suede skirt further out of the way 
so that it was bunched obscenely around her slender waist. With fumbling 
fingers, he searched for the elastic legband of her flimsy white parities 
and began to tug them aside so that his large hand could grope inside to 
graze the warm moistness of her hair-fringed vagina, while with his other 
hand he cupped the silken flesh of one perfectly rounded ass-cheek. All the 
while, his hungry lips were sucking first one erectly pulsing nipple, then 
the other, then laving in wet pressuring circles around the satin flesh of 
Gloria's full breasts. 

The fiery sensations surging through the redhead's swollen breasts and 
throbbing pussy were driving her half out of her mind with desire, and she 
ground her lust-dampened cuntal flesh down upon Hank's exploring fingers as 
she continued her frenzied stroking of his fully erect cock. Pushing back 
the thick foreskin as she shoved her palm downward, she placed the tip of 
one finger on the tiny glans opening to spread the tiny droplet of pre-cum 
secretion around and around in tantalizing circles. 

"Oh God!" Hank groaned. "Oh honey, you make me feel so gooood! I wanna feel 
my big prick inside this sweet little pussy of yours. 

* * * 

Holly had just walked in the back door of her house and was standing in the 
kitchen considering whether she felt like drinking a Coke or making some 
lemonade. After the long walk from downtown Kalamazoo where she'd left her 
girlfriends, Shirley and Pam, at the tennis courts flirting with some guys 
from the local college, she was hot and tired, and her feet ached from the 
effort of navigating in her new red platform shoes. Nor was her mood 
especially cheerful, for she'd quarreled with Shirley and Pam hadn't even 
stuck up for her. 

"Shirley thinks she's so cool just 'cause her family's got a big house out 
on Silver Lake and she's got more clothes than anyone else in the whole 
ninth grade," Holly muttered, tossing her long blonde hair angrily. "She's 
such a stuck-up snob she thinks Kevin's in love with her just 'cause he took 
her to the show once." 

The green-eyed teenager didn't quite understand why she was so incensed with 
her girlfriend's remarks about her brother; all she knew was that she was 
seething inside as she yanked open the refrigerator to pull out a cold 
drink. Then, as a peculiar sound reached her ears from the family room 
below, she stood stock-still, her fingers clutching the frosty bottle as she 
strained to hear what was going on. 

It must be Daddy ... Kevin and Alex were away at school, and Mrs. Culloden, 
the elderly cleaning lady, never came on weekends. But that strange sound 
... it was like an animal, or someone crying. Could it be the TV, maybe? Or 
... or ... but no, it wasn't possible ... not in the house on a Saturday 
afternoon! 

Moving as silently as she could on the clumsy platform shoes, Holly closed 
the refrigerator door and tiptoed down the first few stairs leading into the 
oak-paneled recreation room. Here she paused, her heart thudding in her 
throat at the incredible sight that met her eyes. Daddy, her own gentle, 
conservative Daddy, was crouching over that awful Gloria person, his 
normally kind, mild-mannered face contorted with lust as he sucked madly on 
the redhead's large white breasts. 

Holly closed her eyes for a moment, clinging to the banister for support as 
a thousand butterflies began to swarm in her belly and her legs turned to 
water. It just wasn't possible that Daddy could be doing something so 
unspeakably lewd! Although the fourteen year old had always considered 
herself quite sophisticated about sex, giggling over photographs in a 
marriage manual with Shirley and Pam was not at all the same thing as seeing 
your very own father acting like a wild animal. 

"Oh God! Oh honey, you make me feel so goooood! I wanna feel my big prick 
inside this sweet little pussy of yours." 

Holly's sea-green eyes flew wide open at the sound of her father's hoarse, 
unfamiliar voice uttering the shocking obscenity, and to her horror she 
realized that the half-naked redhead was actually holding Daddy's enormous 
penis in her hand and pumping it up and down while it seemed to swell 
beneath her fingers. And ... oh God-Daddy's hand was snaking inside Gloria's 
panties! 

No! It was disgusting! How could they be doing this right in the middle of 
the family room where anyone could see them, not caring about her feelings 
at all? 

Yet even as Holly's slim young body shook in shock and anger, she was unable 
to move from where she stood rooted to the stairs, unable to unglue her eyes 
from the lascivious spectacle of naked breasts and cock or to block out the 
lewd wet sounds of flesh pressing against flesh and their obscene voices. 
That slut! she raged to herself. That dirty tramp! She's tricked Daddy into 
doing this! She probably wants to marry him to get his money! 

"Oh yes, darling," the squirming redhead panted-like a bitch in heat, Holly 
thought furiously. "Give me your big hard cock. Do it to me, lover! Do it to 
me now!" 

Suddenly Holly couldn't stand it any longer. Before she knew what she was 
doing, her chunky platform shoes were clattering down the steps to the 
family room, and then she was stalking across the tiled floor, her head held 
haughtily in the air as though she didn't even see the lewdly entwined 
couple sprawled out on the leather sofa. 

"Sorry to interrupt anything," she said in a high, artificial voice, "but 
I've got to do my homework." 

Sweeping a pile of schoolbooks off the ping-pong table in the far corner of 
the large room, she turned quickly back in the direction of the stairs 
before they could notice the hot tears brimming up under her eyelids. 

"Holly!" Hank exclaimed, hurriedly stuffing his painfully swollen penis back 
inside his trousers. "What the hell are you doing here?" 

"Excuse me," the fourteen year old's voice broke as she tried to control her 
tears. "Excuse me for existing." 

"Don't you know better than to come barging in without knocking?" the father 
blustered, his face turning beet-red with embarrassment as he glanced down 
at the equally agitated Gloria, who was struggling with the buttons on her 
orange blouse. 

"I ... I better leave, Hank," she whispered, tugging her suede mini-skirt 
down as far as it would go over her creamy white thighs, her eyes avoiding 
his. 

Hank ran his hands through his thick-gray streaked hair, his ruggedly 
handsome face mirroring his inner confusion and dismay. Of course it wasn't 
really Holly's fault-but she could have been polite enough not to come 
charging in like that. What was the matter with his daughter, anyway? Now 
Gloria was unhappy, and he himself was on fire with unfulfilled passion. 

"Don't speak to me like that, young lady!" Hansen snapped, glaring at his 
youngest child's back. "You're old enough to know better than to act rude to 
... guests." 

"Guests!" Holly spun around, half her textbooks slipping from her arms as 
her green eyes shot sparks of hatred at her father. "Guest! That's a funny 
one!" By now, rivulets of tears were streaming down her flushed cheeks, and 
her long, honey-colored hair fell in tousled strands across her face. At any 
other time Hank would have been moved to pity, for he loved his daughter 
very much indeed, but at the moment scarcely noticed her misery. 

"Now listen here, young lady!" Hank snapped. "As long as you're living in 
this house, you'll act like I want you to act! Now apologize to Miss 
McDonald and then go up to her room!" Now that his obscenely swollen phallus 
was safely hidden inside his trousers, he felt more secure in his role of 
righteously enraged father, and he started toward his sneering daughter. 

Gloria reached up to grab hold of her fiance's hand and hold him back. "No, 
Hank," she murmured. "Please, the poor kid's upset. Don't make things 
worse." 

"Miss McDonald?" the blonde teenager cried in a half-hysterical voice, then 
threw the rest of her books down on the floor and ran toward the stairs. 
Halfway up she turned and yelled back, shocking herself just as much as her 
father and mother-to-be. 

"Miss Cocksucker's more like it! Miss Cocksucker! And you can both go to 
hell!" With that, Holly turned and fled to her bedroom, her already womanly 
buttocks jiggling furiously as she took the steps three at a time. 

Hank stood, fists clenched, in the center of the room without moving until 
Gloria gently touched his arm. "Hey, honey, take it easy," she began, then 
paused as the loud echo of the teenager's bedroom door slamming shut 
vibrated down to the floor below. "She doesn't mean any harm-it's only 
natural that seeing something like that would upset a young girl. Just leave 
her alone for a time-then maybe you can talk to her." 

"I'll talk to her all right!" Hank muttered angrily. "No child of mine's 
gonna talk to you like that!" 

"No, honey, that's not fair. It's really all my fault! I shouldn't have ... 
have let anything happen here. But I just couldn't help it-I wanted to touch 
you so bad." 

Hank looked down into Gloria's wide violet-blue eyes, which were the exact 
shade of the lilac bushes blooming outside in the backyard, and his anger 
began to fade. In spite of the inauspicious appearance of his daughter 
Holly, his virile penis was still almost fully erect, and a hot flash of 
lust shivered through his blood. 

"Okay, honey, I suppose you're right. Come on, let's get the hell out of 
here." 

Arm in arm, they climbed up the steps and went out the back door toward the 
two-car garage, their bodies pressing closely together as each tried not to 
let the other sense their apprehension. Hank, for his part, was feeling 
guilty about having upset his pretty little girl; whereas Gloria was 
beginning to realize that, upon her marriage to the handsome older man, 
she'd be taking on three step-children whom she didn't feel at all qualified 
to handle. Today certainly hadn't been much of a beginning.... 

They entered the large, dimly-lighted garage, and Hank opened the door of 
his dark blue Lincoln Continental for Gloria. Instead of getting into the 
front seat, however, the voluptuous redhead turned to her fiance and hugged 
him passionately. 

"Oh Hank, I ... I was feeling so good ... back there on the sofa...." she 
whispered against his neck, and her soft loins rubbed provocatively up 
against him. 

Gloria hadn't really meant to do this, but the magnetic pull toward her 
handsome older lover had been mysteriously heightened by the embarrassing 
appearance of young Holly. Her stimulated pussy was once again seeping out 
droplets of feminine lubricating fluid, and the throbbing in her 
tongue-teased breasts had grown to an unquenchable fiery longing. 

Hank felt the same persuasive temptation, and he clasped Gloria almost 
roughly in his strong arms, drawing his hands down around her full-fleshed 
ass-cheeks to grind her undulating pelvis against his own aching groin. God, 
she was beautiful ... Suddenly, a lewd inspiration planted itself in his 
brain, and he pulled the responsive redhead away from the elegant Lincoln, 
kicking the door impatiently with his foot. Breathing harshly, he guided her 
toward the old Volkswagen bus that stood parked on the other side of the 
large garage. 

"But what...." Gloria began, then caught her breath as she suddenly 
understood why her older lover was moving in the direction of his son's car. 
God! Was he really thinking what she thought he was? Was he going to make 
love to her on the foam-rubber mattress lying in the back of the 
psychedelically painted bus? It was too lewd to be true-the very thought 
made her blood sing with erotic excitement. 

"Get inside, sweetheart," Hank hissed in a hoarse, rasping tone, opening the 
back door and giving the shapely young woman's suede-covered buttocks an 
intimate pat as she stepped up. Then he pushed the electric button that sent 
the garage doors sliding down and crawled into the back of the bus behind 
her, his blood drumming in his ears so loudly that neither the doors' 
whooshing descent nor the creaking of the car springs as he pulled the car 
door shut behind him were audible. 

There was a stale, damp smell in the car, and the blanket on which Gloria 
had arranged her voluptuous body was coarse-textured and none-too-clean, but 
strangely enough the atmosphere served to heighten their mutual lust. Not 
since he was an adolescent had Hank felt his long penis so achingly aroused, 
and without preliminaries he let his hand once again slip underneath his 
girlfriend's short skirt to caress the moist crotchband of her tight nylon 
bikini panties. Even through the thin satiny material, he could feel her 
warm little pussy quivering in undeniable desire, and the sensation so 
excited him that, with an inhuman groan, he wrenched his large hand inside 
the tight elastic legband and ripped the flimsy panties in two. 

As her panties were torn from her and tossed carelessly onto the dirty floor 
of the old Volkswagen bus, Gloria's entire body was electrified with 
passion. Never before had Hank been so forceful, so demanding! She felt as 
though she were a teenager again, sneaking out on a date with one of the 
guys from the fast crowd of whom her parents didn't approve, and the 
association roused strong sensations of wild excitement. Suddenly the 
redhead was seized by an irrepressible desire to be wild and wanton, to do 
something really shameful ... Breathing heavily, she turned to peer through 
the darkness at her lover. 

"Let me just get out of these things, darling," she purred into his ear. "I 
want to be all naked for you...." Before the words had left her mouth, 
Gloria wriggled onto her side and with the conscious provocation of a 
striptease artist began to undo the buttons on her apricot-colored blouse. 
Slowly, tantalizingly, she freed the proud white mounds of her pink-tipped 
breasts, pausing to cup them in her hands and pinch the tiny nipples into 
erect little buttons. Then, sliding her hands down over her sensual figure, 
she unfastened her zipper and with a lewd, undulating motion she swiveled 
out of the suede skirt. Completely naked now except for her fashionable 
high-heeled sandals, she let her fingers tangle in her reddish-brown "vee" 
of soft pussy hair as she turned her eyes to the older man beside her. 

Hank's breath began coming in jagged gasps as his sexy young girlfriend 
began her wanton stripping, and he started to fumble with his own clothing 
with excited, clumsy fingers. With each passing moment his eyes were growing 
more accustomed to the dim light of the garage, and now he could make out 
every ivory-white inch of Gloria's spectacular nakedness glowing as if with 
an inner illumination like some masterpiece of a statue come to life. He 
could even see the tiny slit of pearl-pink vaginal flesh glistening just 
below the girl's lightly stroking fingers. 

"Oh honey," he exclaimed, rolling over to crush her slim body in his 
muscular loins. 

"Jesus, I want you so bad I can't wait another second!" 

Their naked bodies were pressed so tightly that they felt as though they 
were welded together, Hank's iron-hard male thickness molded against the 
warm, curl-fringed slit of her upthrusting vagina as it sought impatiently 
to enter the velvety, clasping channel inside. Half-wild with her own 
wantonness, the young secretary arched her back, then moaned in ecstasy as 
her fiance roughly cupped the two firm-fleshed mounds of her ass-cheeks and 
dug his fingers into their resilient softness. Now his blunt cockhead was 
slowly insinuating itself between the tumescent lips of her desire-drenched 
pussy, sending jolts of galvanizing passion out to every nerve ending in her 
curvaceous body. 

"Yes, lover, do it to me," she purred, her lips seeking his, and her pelvis 
beginning an inviting undulation against his hard-muscled groin. "Yeah! Give 
me your wonderful cock!" 

Hank's tongue shot into the helplessly mewling redhead's welcoming mouth, 
seesawing deep into the sensitive cavern like a miniature penis. She 
whimpered again, sucking at the plunging object as though she wanted to 
devour it. 

As his tongue rammed into Gloria's mouth, the thirty-nine year old father 
felt his powerful shaft of flesh expand till it felt larger than he could 
remember it being in years. 

Thank God Alex bought this car! he thought for one distracted moment, 
temporarily forgetting his initial objections to the vividly painted "hippie 
bus". Wonder how many chicks he's laid back here...? 

This thought, for some unexplained reason, enflamed the fires of the 
father's passion even higher than before. With an obscene animal grunt, he 
flicked his strong hips forward and drove the thick blood-filled head of his 
penis several inches into the silken folds of Gloria's moistly welcoming 
vagina, then forced the pulsating length to lie still for a delicious minute 
to savor the exquisite sensation of her butter-soft cuntal walls opening to 
admit him, just as a morning glory folds open to greet the summer sun. At 
the same time, he continued to thrust his tingling tongue deep into her 
mouth and grasped hold of her jouncing, warmly pliant breasts for leverage. 
Suddenly, without warning, he shot his athletic hips forward again, this 
time driving the entire aching length of his lust-swollen penis up into her 
eagerly accepting pussy. 

"Ooohhhh ... ooooohhhh ... aaaahhhhh...." Gloria chanted in pure pleasure as 
the bulbous, mushroom-shaped head of her lover's cock sank in all the way to 
the sensitive, spongy-fleshed muscle of her cervix. 

Every last inch of her vagina was filled with hot, throbbing male flesh, and 
although his abrupt entry had stretched the elastic walls of her cuntal 
channel to their limits, the pressuring pain only served to expand her 
mindless bliss. She could feel every wrinkle and vein on his rigid shaft, 
could feel her quivering passage straining wider and wider before his 
relentless assault. 

"More, more!" she groaned again, squirming beneath his hard-pressing body in 
shameless abandon. 

I'm being fucked to death in the back of a car! her lust-crazed mind 
screamed. Just like some cheap, slutty teeny-bopper-just like that bratty 
little girl of his! 

Even though the twenty-two year old redhead was far too involved in the 
throes of her passion to be aware of the implications of her whirling brain, 
the sheer perversity of the situation aroused undeniable thrills of strange 
masochistic excitement. I love him to take me hard like this, her fevered 
mind screamed. I love him fucking me on a dirty, scratchy blanket here in 
the back of a car! To make me feel helpless ... to let me act like a real 
whore! Already, the first waves of her incipient orgasm were building deep 
in her churning belly, and Gloria knew instinctively that she would explode 
in a shuddering, rainbow-hued climax within a few minutes. It was so 
obscenely wonderful to be taken like this ... so incredibly exciting! 

Hank, too, knew that he could not hold out for long. Usually he tried to 
control himself long enough so that they could both orgasm at the same 
miraculous moment, but this afternoon they were both burning with 
overwhelming arousal. His lust-blurred eyes glued themselves to Gloria's 
mindlessly writhing white loins and passion-contorted face as he gripped her 
straining white breasts more brutally than ever and shot his tongue down to 
the back of her heated throat. Deep down in his lust-bloated testicles he 
could feel his accumulated sperm building, and he pounded his turgid penis 
with ever-harder thrusts into her clasping vaginal depths so hard that the 
ultra-sensitive balls slapped with a lewd, wet sound against her jiggling 
ass-cheeks. 

Each violent thrust of Hank's rampant pole of stone-hard flesh shoved the 
eagerly whimpering redhead's body down against the rough-textured blanket 
and stimulated her erect little clitoris with his close-pressing loins. For 
a few blissful instants she hovered on the brink of her orgasm, her 
pulsating cuntal muscles dilating deliriously around the rhythmically 
plunging pole of flesh embedded deep inside her secret feminine depths. 

"Ohhhh God!" she wailed. "Don't stop! Don't ever stop, Hank! Fuck me forever 
... forevvverrrrnneevveerr!" 

Suddenly her long legs spasmed convulsively, then shot up around Hank's 
pounding back and began beating an obscene tattoo on his nakedly 
down-thrusting buttocks. Her hands grappled in his thick, gray-streaked hair 
as though she were hanging on to save herself from drowning, and he could 
feel her lungs expand as she gulped in air. And then she was shrieking out 
her ecstasy in a long, high-pitched shriek of joyful release. 

"Yeeeeeeeaaaaaaahhhhhhh! Now! Cuuuuummmmmmming nowwwwww!" 

An instant later, Hank felt the first boiling jets of pent-up sperm shoot 
down the throbbing length of his hugely swollen penis to splatter against 
the spasming walls of his girlfriend's convulsively milking vagina. Loud, 
incoherent groans spewed from his own lips, and he arched backwards as 
stream after stream of seething white-hot sperm began to shoot into Gloria's 
quivering belly. 

The streaming juices of their mutual fulfillment mingled inside the 
whimpering girl's dilating vagina as the lewdly entwined couple clung to 
each other's perspiration-streaked body in the car, each wantonly delighting 
in the wild violence of their climax. Then, as thin white rivulets of sperm 
began trickling out of Gloria's cum-filled cunt to stain the mattress on the 
floor of the VW bus, they both fell limply into each other's arms. For a 
long time there was no sound but the labored breathing of their satiated 
bodies. 

* * * 

If Holly, who was at this very moment slumped back against her bed with the 
stereo playing at top volume, had been aware of the salacious events 
transpiring in the garage that was visible from her window, she would have 
been more agitated than ever. As it was, she was so depressed that she 
didn't know what to do with herself. 

It had been bad enough not having a mother like the other kids in the ninth 
grade-not even having any brothers, for they were almost always away at that 
dumb school-but now she felt that she'd lost her father as well. The more 
she thought about the horrible scene she'd witnessed down in the family 
room, the more lonely and despondent the pretty blonde teenager felt. 

Daddy couldn't care less about me, she thought bitterly, blinking back the 
hot tears which kept brimming up in her eyes. He wouldn't even miss me if I 
ran away from home-not now that he's got that cheap-looking tramp to sleep 
with. Well, I'm glad I barged in there like that-it serves them right! They 
didn't even think about the fact that I happen to live in the house, too. I 
don't even exist for Daddy any more! 

Holly turned toward the window and gazed out through the gathering dusk at 
the Hansen's large backyard with its tall elms and flowering lilac bushes, 
her eyes burning from unshed tears. From the branch of an ancient oak at the 
very end of the yard, she could see the tree house her older brothers had 
built years ago, before they went away to boarding school. A pang of pain 
stabbed at her heart at the thought of Alex, and especially of Kevin, who 
was only a year older than she. If the boys had been home, Daddy would never 
have been fooling around with that disgusting Gloria person ... but he 
didn't care what she thought at all. 

Suddenly Holly rolled off the bed and threw a pullover on over her jeans and 
tee-shirt, then hurried down the stairs and out the back door. Her slim, 
agile body easily climbed the rope ladder leading to the homemade tree 
house, and she crawled inside, feeling as though she were safely ensconced 
in her own private nest far removed from the terrible events of the 
afternoon. 

But, after a few minutes, the picture of her father's naked penis being 
lewdly manipulated by the redheaded girl's scarlet-nailed hand once more 
flashed before her eyes, and the troubled teenager found herself unable to 
erase the obscene image. Much to her discomfort, the salacious memories were 
making her body feel very odd, especially down between her legs where her 
Levi's rubbed tightly against the crotch band of her panties, working the 
nylon material into her virginal pussy-slit. She rubbed her thighs together, 
trying to ease the annoying sensation, but this only seemed to make things 
worse than ever, and to the young girl's embarrassment she realized that her 
panties were growing undeniably moist. 

This peculiar feeling had been bothering her a lot lately, starting this 
spring vacation when Alex and Kevin had been home for a week. It had been 
unusually warm, and she and Kevin had ridden their bikes out to Silver Lake 
almost every day to take out the family's new sailboat that they kept moored 
at the yacht club there. For the first few days Holly had managed to 
suppress the odd sensations that coursed through her whenever she looked at 
her older brother's golden-tan body with its sinewy muscles and his thatch 
of wavy chestnut brown hair. Kevin was really every girl's conception of the 
ideal man now that he'd gotten so tall and strong, and it was easy to see 
why all her girlfriends were wild about him. 

One day, when they'd sailed all the way around the island to a special, 
deserted cove they'd discovered on Indianhead Point and dropped the anchor 
to rest, Kevin had kept on staring at her in such a peculiar way that she'd 
been unable to ignore the new feelings shivering through her body. Each time 
his eyes paused on her breasts, which were at least twice as large as they'd 
been only last summer and were straining from the top of last year's tight 
two-piece top, she felt as though the nipples capping each budding mound 
were tingling with fire. And as his dark brown eyes slithered over her 
shapely legs, the warm excitement spread down to her pussy. Though she tried 
with all her might to look at the Coke bottle in her hand, or the tree-lined 
sandy beach, or the deck on which they lay, or anything except the 
disturbing bulge in Kevin's tight navy blue swim trunks, her eyes kept 
returning to the spot as if drawn by an irresistibly powerful magnet. 

That had been the first day that Holly had experienced that shameful wetness 
up between her thighs, and she had clenched her naked thighs tightly 
together, just as she was doing now. With each passing moment, the silence 
between them had grown more and more charged with a strange excitement, but 
though she'd tried desperately to think of something light and easy to say 
to clear the tension, all she could manage was a nervous little laugh that 
turned her face bright red with embarrassment. 

Suddenly, Kevin had rolled over closer to her, so close that she could smell 
the intoxicating masculine odor of his body. "What's the matter, Sis?" he'd 
asked softly. "You got growing pains, maybe?" 

Suddenly she'd felt his large, warm hand grope out to cup her half-exposed, 
straining breast, and she'd trembled violently as he squeezed its pliant 
softness between his strong fingers. 

"S-stop acting s-stupid!" she'd stammered, then hurriedly jumped off the 
side of the sailboat and begun to swim with feverish energy, not even 
noticing the icy temperature of the water as strange inner heat radiated 
through her loins. 

Now, two months later, the young blonde consciously lifted her small hands 
up to the swelling mounds beneath her wool pullover to cup them just as her 
brother had done. It seemed to her that she was even bigger up there than 
she'd been during spring vacation, and an eager shiver ran through her as 
she imagined how Kevin's eyes would light up at the sight of her skimpy new 
bikini. 

Had Kevin really guessed the forbidden thoughts running through her mind? 
Had he been aware of the peculiar sensations surging throughout her body? 
But of course he must have-otherwise why would he touch her breast? 

Holly sank down on a pile of old blankets in the corner of the unused tree 
house, aware that her knees were shaking and that her nipples were taut and 
tingling. Every time she thought about that incident out on the boat she 
began to feel like this, and every time she was compelled to succumb to the 
lewd desire to touch her breasts and throbbing pussy. It was wrong, she 
knew, but she just couldn't help herself.... 

No, I mustn't-I won't! her conscience cried, but at the very same moment her 
small hand was inching up underneath her pullover and tee-shirt to pinch the 
hard little buds of her nipples. Her tear-reddened eyes stared blindly 
through the open door of the tree house to the black shadows of the trees 
reflected on the grass below, and in her lust-obsessed mood they seemed to 
become the blurred and distorted shapes of her father with his hands on that 
woman's breasts and her mouth on his long glistening penis. Then, gradually, 
the vision changed to one of her handsome brother Kevin, standing over her 
own naked body with his enormous cock dangling directly down at her 
obscenely spread legs. 

No! her tortured mind screamed. Oh, I mustn't think this way ... I can't let 
myself. It's ... it's dirty! 

Holly's body paid no attention at all to the stern warnings echoing out from 
her brain. Moving as if controlled by a separate mind entirely, one hand 
squeezed and kneaded the aching flesh of her breasts, while the other moved 
down to unsnap the metal button on the waistband of her Levi's and undo the 
zipper. After only a brief second's hesitation, her fingers slipped inside 
the tight waistband of her nylon panties and made contact with the 
sparsely-covered mound of her pussy. 

"Ooooh," the aroused teenager moaned softly as erotic electricity shot 
through her inexperienced young body, and the lewd images in her brain began 
to dance in wanton abandon before her tightly closed eyes as her head fell 
back upon the blankets and her searching middle finger ran tentatively along 
the moistened slit of her baby vagina. "Oooh Kevin ... Kevin...." Every time 
Holly fingered her forbidden flesh-which seemed to be almost every other day 
since Easter vacation-she promised herself that she'd never allow herself to 
do it again, but nothing she could do was able to stop the forbidden act. 
The moment she began teasing and rubbing at her virginal cuntal flesh, the 
ecstatic sinful pleasure was just too good to resist. 

"Oh yes ... yes ... it feels so good...." she moaned softly in the silence 
of the tree house, her slim girlish hips commencing a straining, undulating 
motion upon the blankets on the wooden plank floor. "Yes, I need it ... I 
need it so bad...." 

 CHAPTER TWO 

The afternoon that Hank Hansen married Gloria McDonald was the hottest one 
so far that summer-98 degrees in the shade in downtown Kalamazoo, and at 
least ten degrees hotter inside the crowded church. All during the service, 
fourteen year old Holly fidgeted in her long chiffon gown and hated her new 
stepmother more vengefully than ever because she looked so cool and 
confidently happy in her traditional white wedding dress. Irritating 
rivulets of perspiration trickled down her back and pooled in the cleavage 
between her budding breasts, and she resented the unaccustomed brassiere 
required with the low-cut neckline and the scratchy hose. 

Even the damn flowers are wilting! the jealous blonde fumed inwardly. But 
there was that cheap little gold digger, looking as cool as though the air 
around her was specially regulated ... it must be because she was so happy 
to get her claws permanently into Daddy at last. How could he have been so 
stupid, so uncaring about his own children? How could he expect them to live 
with this Gloria person? Well, she at least would never call her 'Mother', 
that was for sure! 

"I'm glad we aren't going to the dumb old reception," she muttered angrily a 
little while later as the three teenagers climbed into seventeen year old 
Alex's old VW bus and started back to their house, which lay several miles 
out of downtown Kalamazoo. "You couldn't have caught me dead wasting my time 
there, having to watch that silly bitch slobbering over Daddy." 

"Oh, shut up," Alex teased his little sister. "Who taught you to say words 
like that?" 

"Well, she is a bitch!" Holly retorted, "And it's none of your damn business 
how I talk, so there!" 

"Take it easy, take it easy," the seventeen year old looked sharply at his 
obviously agitated sister, his eyes lingering a little longer than necessary 
on the tantalizing stretch of white flesh below which he could see the tops 
of her round, up thrusting breasts straining from her pink dress. Holly was 
sure growing up fast! "You're just jealous," he went on. "I think it's great 
if Dad's still got it in him to find himself a good-looking chick like that 
Gloria. She's real hot stuff!" 

"Shut up! Just shut up!" Holly's voice was almost hysterical. "I don't want 
to hear about her again." 

"Calm down, kid!" Alex soothed. "You'll probably get to like her once you 
know her better. And I couldn't care less .about the goddamn reception, 
either, cause I've got something we can celebrate with, too. After all, it's 
something to celebrate, having the house to ourselves for the next three 
weeks while they're in Acapulco!" 

"I will not like her when I know her better," Holly mumbled. "And I hope 
they scorch to death in Mexico!" 

"Whaddya mean, 'something to celebrate with'?" Kevin asked. He'd refrained 
from entering the discussion about his father's new wife, for the fifteen 
year old had not only a more calm personality than his older brother and 
baby sister, he was also far less inclined to make hasty judgments. As far 
as his new stepmother was concerned, he'd wait till he got to know her 
before making any comment. After all, he and Alex had only been home from 
Collins Academy for a short week, and he'd only seen Gloria on formal 
occasions with a lot of other people. She sure wasn't too hard on the eyes, 
but that was as far as he'd go until after the honeymoon. 

"Take a look under the seat," Alex said, a proud smirk brightening his 
handsome face as his brother fumbled under a blanket and whistled 
appreciatively upon locating several bottles of French champagne. 

"Wow!" Kevin cried excitedly. "It's the real stuff!" 

"Of course!" Alex replied, squealing the tires on the brightly painted bus 
as he skidded into the driveway. "Why the hell do you think I offered to 
take this shit over to Kingston Hotel this morning? After all, if Dad's so 
uptight he won't let us come to the reception just 'cause we're too young to 
drink, I think we deserve some sort of private party on our own, don't you 
think." 

The three adolescents clambered out of the bus, Kevin lugging the bottles of 
imported alcohol in his arms. Even Holly's spirits perked up at the thought 
of a party, and even more at the thought of three weeks alone with her 
beloved brothers. It would be fun being on their own, like grown-ups who 
didn't have someone nagging at them every time they turned around or opened 
their mouths. It would be fun cooking and all; she would show them she 
wasn't a dumb little kid any longer. 

"Let's get this stuff on ice, kid," Alex said to his sister, who immediately 
began pulling bottles of Coke out of the refrigerator to make room for the 
champagne. "But why don't we open one right away? I feel like getting this 
party on the road!" 

"No!" Holly objected. "Let's have martinis first, like Daddy always does. 
I'll make 'em. When we're all dressed up like this, we ought to do things 
properly." 

"Just like a woman!" Alex poked his brother in the ribs. 

In a moment they were all standing in the kitchen holding martinis complete 
with olives, and suddenly Holly began to giggle so hard she almost dropped 
the overflowing pitcher. 

"You look like a couple of penguins in those tuxedos!" she laughed as they 
clinked glasses. "Or like something out a really camp old movie on TV!" 

"Oh yeah?" Kevin gulped down half his glass at once. "Like an old movie, 
huh?" With that, he swept her dramatically into his arms and planted a moist 
kiss on her cheek. 

"KEVIN!" Holly shrieked, pulling out of his playful embrace. "Don't be so 
silly!" But even as she protested, she felt the first stirrings of that 
strange feeling deep in the pit of her belly. 

"I just give her a fucking kiss," Kevin winked at his older brother, "and 
she goes into a fucking fit!" 

"Don't talk to me like that!" the young blonde giggled, then gasped as her 
oldest brother, Alex, pulled her into his arms. 

"Don't be disrespectful to your elders," he laughed. "Now that Dad's not 
around to watch out for you, you've gotta do whatever Kev and I say!" 

"I will not!" Holly protested, pulling away from him and swallowing a 
mouthful of martini. Her pink lips pursed up from the taste-for although 
she'd never have admitted it to her older siblings, the ninth grader's 
experiments with alcohol were limited to a few over-indulgences with 
California wine at pajama parties. 

"Little Miss Purity!" Alex taunted. "Kevin, do you remember that 
enlightening night during spring break when our sweet little sister had her 
girlfriends sleep over? I never knew girls talked so dirty till I heard 
them!" 

"Sure thing!" Kevin agreed, and his face turned red. But it wasn't the 
memory of Holly's pajama party that made him feel all hot and 
excited-although Shirly Soderberg had looked extraordinarily sexy parading 
around in her black lace babydolls when he and his brother peeked through 
the peephole in the bathroom. No, it was the soft feel of his younger 
sister's budding breast that day during the spring holidays that made his 
blood race through his veins. Just now, when he'd playfully hugged her, the 
two girlish mounds had pulsed against his chest in the same way he'd been 
remembering every night in bed these past few months. 

To hide his red face, the fifteen year old turned to the fridge and pulled 
out one of the champagne bottles. "Let's start on the bubbly," he said in a 
voice that rang a little too loudly and heartily. 

"B-bubbly!" Holly giggled. That was just how she felt inside before even 
tasting the sparkling wine, she thought as she turned to the cabinet to pull 
out a silver ice bucket. It was so fantastic to be alone here with her two 
handsome brothers, wearing an evening dress and drinking champagne and 
martinis. As an afterthought, she also took three crystal champagne glasses 
out. There-the perfect touch! Everything was like in a movie ... and she 
wished Daddy and that Gloria slut would never come back to spoil things. 

Shaking her blonde curls, the fourteen year old held out the glasses to 
Alex. Suddenly, there was a loud popping sound, and then the front of her 
pink chiffon dress was drenched in cold spray and champagne was splashing 
against her face. 

"Ooohhhh!" she gasped in surprise, then began laughing and reaching out her 
pink tongue to lick the expensive liquid off her face. "Don't waste it, 
Kevin!" 

"Never fear!" the eldest brother reassured her. "Lots more where that came 
from, Sis. There's no way you won't get drunk as a skunk tonight!" 

"I've never been drunk before!" she grinned excitedly. "And I've never 
tasted this stuff either." Raising the glass Alex handed her to her lips, 
she half-drained it in one long gulp. "It's good-it tickles!" 

The brothers eyes both strayed to the bodice of their sister's dress, then 
collided as they looked up at the same moment. Alex winked, and his younger 
brother winked back, trying to curtail the antagonism he felt rising in his 
chest. Usually, he'd have been flattered that his older brother was treating 
him as an equal rather than a little kid, but at the moment he wished he'd 
occupy himself with his "more important matters" and leave him alone with 
Holly. As he saw Alex's hand shoot out toward Holly's wet dress, the. 
dark-haired fifteen year old felt a sharp stab of angry resentment. 

Holly jumped backward as she felt her older brother's fingers graze the 
wetly clinging fabric of her new dress, spilling the rest of her champagne 
on her skirt as she did so. He'd touched her right on the breast, and she 
didn't think it was an accident, anymore than it had been when Kevin touched 
her out on the sailboat. Until today, Alex had always treated her like an 
annoying little brat, and she'd never thought about him the same way she 
thought about Kevin ... but now she didn't know what to think. 

"Oh, now I've got my whole dress soaking wet!" she cried, but instead of 
being upset she began to laugh as she took a long sip from the refilled 
glass Kevin promptly handed her. The cold liquid seeped through the filmy 
skirt of her ankle-length dress, straight through to her lacy white panties 
where another sort of moisture had appeared when Alex lightly pressed her 
breast. "But it feels good," she added recklessly. "I was so damn hot!" 

"That's cause you've got too many clothes on," Alex said. "And we do too-I'm 
taking off this monkey costume right this minute." 

Without further ado, the muscular teenager began stripping off his black 
tuxedo, discarding tie, frilled white shirt, polished black shoes, and black 
socks in uncaring disorder upon the kitchen floor. The young blonde stifled 
a gasp as she gaped at her older brother's virile male body, totally naked 
except for a pair of tight-fitting shorts which clearly outlined his bulging 
penis. 

"What-what do you think you're doing?" her voice shook slightly, and she 
turned to look at Kevin to avoid the embarrassing thickness dangling between 
the older boy's athletically-muscled legs. But the dark-haired youth, not to 
be outdone, was hastily stripping off his own wedding attire. 

"What's the matter?" Alex taunted, his green eyes never leaving his sister's 
curvaceous figure which was clearly defined by the wet dress. "How come 
you're turning prudish all of a sudden? It's no different than if we were 
wearing bathing suits." 

"Yeah, don't be a spoilsport," Kevin broke in. "You gotta take off your 
dress, too-you're the one who's been complaining about being so hot." 

The fifteen year old's pulse quickened in anticipation of seeing his 
sister's body again. So far, during the first week since they'd been home 
from Collins Academy, all the time had been taken up in preparations for the 
wedding, and they'd had no chance for sailing or sunbathing, or even just 
talking, for that matter. 

Suddenly Alex grabbed for his sister, one hand fumbling for the zipper on 
the back of the champagne-stained dress, the other once again grasping her 
straining breast. Teetering unsteadily on her high heels, the fourteen year 
old tried to twist from his grasp, her champagne waving precariously in the 
air. 

"Cut it out!" she exclaimed, her face flushing crimson as her squirming body 
brushed against the distended bulge in her brother's shorts. 

God, it felt hard as stone! And it must be almost as big as Daddy's had been 
that day she'd seen him with Gloria.... 

"You gotta take it off!" Alex insisted, succeeding in pulling her zipper 
down to her waist in back before she wrenched herself away from him. "Stop 
acting like a spoiled little kid! Don'tcha want to have a real party?" 

Holly knew the boys were right; she was acting like a child and destroying 
the happy feeling that they'd all been enjoying together. Besides, it way 
far too hot to wear a dress like this, and she was liable to really ruin it 
if she kept on spilling things. 

"Okay-peace," she laughed, avoiding Alex's flashing eyes, which were exactly 
the same jade tone as her own. "I'll go up and change." 

"You can strip here-we don't mind!" Alex grinned lewdly, once again lunging 
for his little sister. 

Weaving a little, Holly hurriedly evaded him and ran upstairs, pulling off 
her dress the moment she'd shut the door. Her breasts felt swollen, so she 
unfastened the uncomfortable brassiere and let the twin mounds stand out 
free and proud, their little pink nipples taut and tingling in the slight 
breeze that had arisen as the sun sank behind the horizon. For an 
absentminded moment, the intoxicated blonde stared out her bedroom window at 
the backyard, her hands playing lightly over the pulsing pliancy of her 
ripening breasts and then sliding down to pull off her damp white panties. 
Tonight that funny throbbing heat was back between her legs, stronger and 
more insistent than ever before, and it was with great reluctance that the 
excited adolescent pulled her hand away from the warm moist "vee" between 
her legs. 

What if Alex and Kevin saw me playing with myself? her mind whirled, and at 
the forbidden thought a wave of heat spread out from her tumescent pussy to 
each and every nerve ending in her young body. Trembling a little from the 
intensity of her reaction, Holly hurriedly pulled on clean panties and a 
yellow and red embroidered shirt made of nearly see-through Indian cotton. 
This was really intended to be worn over blue jeans, but, after a moment's 
deliberation, the young girl shrugged and slipped into some clogs. 

I feel comfortable like this, so why not? It's only the family, after all, 
she rationalized as she hurried on downstairs to the kitchen. Her head was 
spinning and felt a little as though it were filled with air. So this is 
what it feels like to be drunk ... Hike it-it's fun! 

There was no one in the kitchen, no bottles, no glasses-only a few wet 
splatters on the gleaming tile floor to show that someone had ever been 
there. For one alcohol-clouded instant, Holly thought she'd dreamed the 
things that had been happening with her older brothers, but then she heard 
their loud voices echoing up from down in the recreation room. 

Kevin's pensive, amber eyes and' Alex's glittering green ones were glued to 
her body as she moved toward where they sat on the couch, and under normal 
conditions Holly would have felt self-conscious. Tonight, however, she 
swayed extravagantly, flaunting her thinly-covered young body in a parody of 
an old-time movie star. 

There was a moment of silence as the two half-naked youths stared transfixed 
at their little sister's wantonly undulating buttocks and clearly revealed 
budding breasts, and then Alex whistled. 

"Now that's more like it. I like to see a little flesh on a broad, how about 
you, Kev?" 

"Sure thing!" Kevin began opening another bottle as his nubile sister 
strolled seductively across the room and plopped down on the sofa between 
the boys. His already swollen cock jerked against his tight shorts in a very 
noticeable way, but luckily Holly's eyes were on the bottle in his nervously 
shaking hands. 

"Here, let me do that," Alex reached across his sister, brushing for longer 
than strictly necessary against the soft swellings beneath her sheer blouse, 
to grab the champagne bottle from his younger brother. There was a loud pop 
and the cork flew across the room, knocking over a rather prissy Dresden 
statuette on the mantelpiece which Hank had been given as a wedding present 
eighteen years before. The excited youngsters scarcely noticed, for Alex was 
pressing the spurting bottle-head to his surprised sister's lips, forcing 
the gushing spray down her throat. 

"You know what she looks like?" he leered at his brother. "Tell her!" 

Kevin had a very good idea of what Alex meant, but the idea of saying out 
loud in front of Holly that she looked as if she were sucking an enormous 
penis was unthinkable. His discomfort was expressed in a guffaw of lewd 
laughter which annoyed the blonde very much. 

"Whasso funny?" her voice sounded so slurred that she broke into a giggle in 
spite of her indignation at being made fun of. "What're you guys laughing at 
me for?" 

"You gonna tell her, Kev?" Alex chortled, pouring a brimming glass of the 
sparkling liquid for himself and the others. 

The dark-haired fifteen year old was laughing so hard now that tears 
trickled from his brown eyes and he plopped down his glass on the coffee 
table to clutch at his spasming stomach. 

"Tell me, Kev!" Holly demanded. Then she did something that she'd never have 
dreamed of doing before, though she'd secretly wanted to many times; she 
leaned over and threw her arms around her brother. "Come on, come on," she 
wheedled. 

For one dreadful moment, the half-drunken teenager was afraid that his 
achingly erect thickness was going to explode right then and there, spewing 
white-hot cum all over the leather couch in the family room. He summoned 
every ounce of willpower in his healthy young body and succeeded in 
repressing his excitement, but his thick cock still felt as though it were 
filled with fire. 

"I dunno-you tell her," he muttered, his laughter finished. Then he gulped 
down a full glass of the liquor and began to giggle again, but still kept 
his body bent over to hide his enormous erection. 

Suddenly the muscular seventeen year old jumped up from the sofa, and once 
again his sister couldn't help noting the way his large penis tented out the 
tight material of his white jockey shorts. Goosebumps prickled on her arms 
and thighs at the strangely titillating sight, and she glanced down 
involuntarily to try to determine if her favorite brother, Kevin, was as big 
down there. A hard-on-that's what Shirley Soderberg called it, and Holly had 
always thought it was silly the way her boy-crazy friend went around trying 
to see if boys had one. Now, though, she was beginning to understand what 
was so thrilling about it.... 

"Where'd Alex go off to?" she turned to Kevin, letting her thighs press 
against his naked leg in a wanton gesture that shocked her as much as it did 
him. Yes, he did indeed have a hard-on, and it looked nearly as big as 
Alex's! 

"Dunno," he gulped. "But I think maybe ... he's gonna show us something. 
More champagne, sis?" 

Holly nodded, then sipped rather absently at the cool alcohol. She'd 
suddenly remembered the day when she'd come upon Daddy and that Gloria 
person making out right here on the very sofa on which they now sat, and a 
strong impulse to place her hands on Kevin's naked penis, to let him kiss 
her tingling breasts, surged through her young body. 

"Show us something? But you're just changing the subject! C'mon, tell me why 
you were laughing at me before. Please!" 

Although he hated himself for doing so, the dark-haired boy found his face 
burning beet-red and his tortured penis lurching dangerously once again. 
Sweating profusely, he pulled away from his clinging little sister, 
despising himself as he saw the hurt look in her champagne-sparkling eyes. 
Alex would never act so inept-he could handle situations like this with a 
flair that completely escaped the more sensitive young boy. Again, hot 
resentment flamed in his belly at the thought of how much better his brother 
was with girls-including Holly. 

Just at that moment, Alex pranced back down the stairs. Since he'd had a 
good deal more experience with liquor than the other two, his intoxication 
evidenced itself only in a self-assured swagger and a loud, boastful voice. 
Also, his inhibitions-never too prevalent at the best of times-vanished 
completely. Right now, a lewd idea was formulating itself in the base of his 
devious brain ... he didn't know if it had a ghost of a chance of 
realization, but he was feeling cocksure enough to try to carry it out, and 
the manila envelope he was holding under his arm was the start of the plan. 

"What's that, Alex?" Holly slurred shrilly, turning her full attention 
toward her older brother after she'd felt Kevin shrink away from her. 

"Well, I don't know...." the handsome adolescent tossed his tousled mop of 
golden-brown hair, which he wore just as long as Collins Academy 
requirements allowed. "I guess maybe it's about time our baby sister here 
had a few lessons about the ways of the world, whaddya say, Kev? From what I 
remember from my days at good old Northern Junior High, all they teach you 
in sex education class is about how guys grow beards and get deep voices, 
and girls get pussy hair and boobs and gotta start buying Kotex." 

Holly's cheeks flushed pinker than ever, for she'd only started having her 
menstrual periods last year and was a little self-conscious about them 
still. She never bought her own Kotex-she always asked Mrs. Culloden, the 
housekeeper, to pick some up for her. The very idea made her shiver with 
embarrassment. Nevertheless, tonight she was so exhilarated by the 
atmosphere of reckless freedom and so full of alcohol that Alex's statement 
seemed funny instead of shameful. 

"No, the times are a-changing," she giggled. "This year I learned all about 
'the ways of the world' in Sex Education Class." 

"Oh yeah?" Alex grinned, opening the envelope as he spoke. "But they didn't 
teach you about screwing, I bet?" 

"Of course not!" Holly was somewhat shocked, but still feeling laughter 
bubbling in her throat. 

A small, stone-sober voice in the back of her brain whispered to the 
innocent blonde that the way they were talking was wicked, even dangerous, 
but she hastily repressed the disturbing thoughts and took another gulp of 
conscience-deadening champagne. So what if they were acting naughty? It was 
fun, thrillingly exciting in the same way it had been when they were little 
kids and used to play doctor. And if Daddy could run off with some cheap 
sex-starved young girl, why couldn't they have a good time, too? 

"Let me see!" the young blonde reached across her half-naked brother Kevin, 
this time, deliberately brushing against his bulging jockey shorts. He 
jerked his leg away, and Holly felt a black cloud looming on the edge of her 
happiness. It was nice, of course, that Alex was acting friendly instead of 
condescending; but why was Kevin so cold to her. Perhaps she'd just imagined 
he'd been attracted to her that time on the boat during spring vacation.... 

In an instinctive effort to make her favorite brother jealous, the fourteen 
year old grabbed the book that the other boy held in his hands. Then, as she 
got a clear look at the cover, she dropped it down onto the table as though 
it were a red-hot coal. 

"What's the matter, Sis-too much for your virgin eyes?" Alex taunted, waving 
the glossy pamphlet in front of his sister's eyes. 

Holly pretended to ignore him, but her crimsoning cheeks gave her away. "I 
don't want to look at any stupid dirty pictures," she said in a tone that 
was meant to sound superior, but actually came out shrill and tremulous. 
"It's ... it's vulgar!" 

Although she tried to avert her eyes from the offensive pages, somehow her 
gaze fastened on NUDES OF THE NORTH and the statuesque blonde on the cover 
who was sprawled on the grass with her long naked legs spreadeagled to 
reveal the coral pink flesh of her vagina. Oh God, the girl had her hand 
down between her legs ... her fingers were wantonly parting the sparse 
golden curls surrounding her intimate feminine crevice, revealing every last 
lewd detail to the viewer. It was impossible! How could anyone dare to pose 
for such a photograph. The pictures in Playboy weren't so bad because the 
models weren't doing anything. But this-this was an obscene invasion of a 
wickedly private moment. Holly couldn't help thinking about the way her own 
sinful fingers played with her pussy at night sometimes, and a strange 
shiver of heat rippled through her at the memory. What if Alex and Kevin 
knew...? 

"Take a look at this chick," Alex flipped to the first page, quite as though 
he'd not even heard his sister's protests. "Howdja like that, Kev?" 

Holly didn't want to look, but once again her eyes moved as if with a mind 
of their own and she found herself staring at the same blonde again. This 
time, though, the camera had panned on her breasts and face, which was 
contorted with lust as her fingers squeezed the berry-like pink nipples 
topping the two perfectly-shaped snow-white mounds of flesh. 

"Hello, my name is Lena," read the caption beneath the photo in English, 
French, German, some language Holly had never seen before, and something 
that appeared to be Japanese or Chinese. "I want to tell you about the life 
in Sweden." 

"Wow!" Kevin whispered hoarsely. "Look at those tits!" 

A hot flash of something resembling jealousy ran through the young blonde 
sitting between her two half-naked older brothers. Maybe her own breasts 
weren't quite as big as that, but they were every bit as round and firm. Why 
did they want to look at stupid pictures instead of talking to her? 

Then, as Alex turned over several pages, the fourteen year old's full 
attention was focused on the lurid spectacle that met her eyes. Another 
girl, this one with short, wavy red hair the color of their new 
stepmother's, was kneeling before a tall man with a full erection, her 
bright red lips obscenely ovaled around the long thing pole of male flesh. 

"That's how you looked with that bottle in your mouth!" Alex turned to her, 
a strange excitement in his green eyes as he searched her face for a 
reaction. To his disappointment, she averted her gaze in embarrassment. 

Kevin began laughing uncontrollably, his hands shaking precariously as he 
uncorked still another bottle of Mums champagne. Suddenly he felt very 
drunk, so much so that his habitual hesitancy and shyness began to vanish. 

"Yeah, Holly," he chortled, "sucking bottles is for babies, even if its 
champagne instead of milk. Now you're a big girl and you gotta learn 'bout 
sucking cock-and it's even better, you'll see!" 

Actually, the fifteen year old was totally inexperienced in the field, 
though he'd heard plenty of detailed accounts of the pleasures of fellatio 
from upperclassmen, including his older brother. But the last thing he'd do 
in this life was to admit that he'd never gotten farther with a girl than 
kissing her and squeezing Holly's breast that time on the boat. Girls were 
always attracted to him, it was true, for he was a remarkably handsome 
youngster with his well-developed physique, wavy chestnut hair, and dark 
brooding eyes; but he never had enough nerve to persist with his advances 
once they began squealing for him to stop. Everyone told him that when a 
girl said no, she really meant yes, but so far he'd not dared to test this 
optimistic theory. 

"Oh, you guys are awful!" Holly shrilled. "I won't even listen!" Trying to 
appear cool and sophisticated, she poured herself another glass of the tart 
liquid and sipped at it, then picked up one of Alex's Camels. "I know more 
about all that stuff than you do!" 

"Are you kidding?" Alex bragged. "Listen, I know that chick. She's a Danish 
student who goes to Kalamazoo College, so there!" 

"Bullshit!" Kevin broke in. 

"Bullshit to you!" Alex was more irritated than necessary because his story 
was a slight exaggeration. Actually, the guy who'd sold the book to him had 
said that the guy who sold it to him had known a Danish foreign exchange 
student who gave him the book. "You kids don't know what the hell you're 
talking about. I've made it lots of times with that chick, and with plenty 
of others, too." 

Holly lit the Camel, but in her confusion put the wrong end in her mouth so 
that she held the match up to the filter tip. An evil-smelling smoke invaded 
the room, and both brothers began to laugh raucously. 

"Didn't anyone ever teach you how to smoke, little girl?" Alex taunted. 

Holly bristled; if there was one thing she detested, it was being treated 
like a little kid who didn't know anything about anything. 

"Bullshit!" she imitated Kevin. "Why would that girl want to sleep with you, 
Al? 

Your ... thing ... isn't half so big as that guy's in the picture." She 
pointed her slim finger at the fellatio photograph, feeling glad she wasn't 
letting them see how shocked it made her feel. 

"That's what you think!" 

"That's what I know!" Holly giggled. 

This was starting to be fun again, now that she had the upper hand. From the 
appearance of her oldest brother's straining jockey shorts, he certainly 
appeared to be better endowed than the man in the picture. He looked as big 
as Daddy had that day-thick and almost as long as a ruler-whereas the man in 
the photo had a very thin penis. For some strange reason, she felt glad that 
her father and brothers were so well built ... but still it was fun to tease 
Alex. 

Alex's face had turned a belligerent shade of red, and suddenly he stood up, 
flipped on the Danish Modern lamp beside the leather couch, and yanked down 
his white cotton shorts. Beaming triumphantly, he held his thickly throbbing 
virility in one hand, pointing it directly at Holly's astonished face. 

The innocent blonde stared incredulously at the massive girth of her 
seventeen year old brother's fully erect penis, little thrills of obscene 
excitement glancing up and down her spine. Just as she'd expected, it was as 
long and thick as Daddy's, and there were pulsating veins running along its 
purplish-red flesh. Behind the pulsating flesh rod, two taut pendular 
testicles dangled between his muscular, blond-haired thighs. 

"Not so bad ... but I've seen better," Holly managed to slur, then averted 
her eyes from the obscene male nakedness to meet her younger brother's eyes. 
"What's your thing like?" she giggled, glad for an excuse to turn her 
attention from the oddly threatening male hardness of the older boy. Her 
small white hand reached out for his jockey shorts, and Kevin leaped away in 
embarrassment, his virile young cock jerking visibly. 

"C'mon!" Holly insisted, scrambling toward the far corner of the couch where 
her favorite brother huddled, his knees drawn up in acute discomfort. "Let's 
see! C'mon, is it as big as Alex's, huh?" 

Her hands grappled with his underwear, and a sensation of reckless 
excitement shot through her at the feel of his hardened flesh underneath the 
thick cotton fabric. When he hopped to his feet and escaped to the opposite 
side of the room behind the ping-pong table, the intoxicated blonde chased 
after him, working him into a corner and struggling to pull down his bulging 
shorts. 

"Cut it out!" Kevin yelled, truly mortified at what was happening. "Hey, 
Al-make her quit it!" 

I "Sure thing!" Alex leered, and then, before the younger boy knew what was 
happening, he felt his older brother lifting him up from under his arms and 
hoisting him up onto the ping-pong table. "There you go, Holly-see what 
Kev's got!" 

"Zap!" she shrieked excitedly as she tugged her dark-haired brother's jockey 
shorts down so they hung limply around his ankles. But when she lifted her 
gaze, she suddenly fell silent, quite as embarrassed as he, for his 
glistening red thickness was pulsating directly toward her gaping mouth. A 
sudden lurid memory of the obscene cock-sucking picture swam before her 
alcohol-glazed eyes ... how would it feel on her tongue, against the walls 
of her mouth? 

Then, even as she stood shivering uncomfortably, she felt strong arms 
grasping around her waist. "Fair's fair!" Alex chuckled lewdly into her ear. 
"Let's see what our little sister's got." Without preamble, he began 
wrenching her sheer blouse up over her head. 

"No!" Holly shrieked. But though she struggled to free herself from the 
seventeen year old's grasp, he managed to work her flimsy garment up over 
her shoulders. 

"Wait!" Wrenching away, she stood shaking before them, her ripely upthrust 
breasts quivering in wanton display before the hungry eyes of her older 
brothers. "Don't rip it-it's my favorite shirt. I'll do it ... I'll do it 
myself...." Alex retreated toward the leather couch, pouring himself another 
drink as he stared without letup at his little sister, who was trying to 
smooth down her bunched-up shirt and running one hand through her disheveled 
blonde curls. In a moment Kevin stepped down from the table to join him, 
kicking his jockey shorts from his ankles to the floor. By now, Holly had 
imbibed so much champagne that she seemed to see four naked males leering at 
her, four pairs of lascivious eyes, and four naked male cocks. 

Slowly the nubile young blonde began to unfasten the tie strings that held 
her shirt together, took hold of the hem and slipped her arms over her head, 
completely exposing the naked mounds of her budding breasts. Then she 
paused, overcome with her own shamelessness. 

"C'mon, make it snappy!" Holly heard Alex bark, but she could not see him 
because the material was over her head. "We wanna see what you look like 
bare-ass!" 

"No ... no, I can't," Holly whispered, suddenly overcome with the enormity 
of what she was allowing to happen. 

"Yes!" snapped Alex. And then, quick as a whip, he'd yanked the embroidered 
top off his sister's head. Kevin, so drunk now he scarcely stopped to think 
what he was doing, dove at the slender blonde and inserted his fingers in 
the elastic waistband of her panties, tugged them down just as she'd done 
his. 

"Yeah!" he exclaimed. "Let's see what you've got!" Then he paused, sucking 
in his breath. "Wow!" he breathed. "She's better than the chick in the 
pictures!" 

"I'll say...." Alex muttered under his breath. His plan was working out 
better than he'd dared to hope. Jesus, Holly had only been a little kid last 
summer ... but now he thought she had a better body than any of the girl's 
he'd dated. So what if she was his sister-she was still a female, and a 
damned fine female at that! 

For an icy instant Holly's body felt frozen in shock, but then, impulsively, 
she struck a seductive pose with one hand on hip, one lifted above her head. 

"You like me?" she slurred, letting her hand slip down to cup her heatedly 
pulsing breast, just like the girl in the pictures. Tentatively, shivering 
at her own lewd pose, she began tweaking her soft pink nipple bud into 
tingling, diamond-chip hardness. Her eyelids drooped shut, and in the 
elusive sense of privacy that descended upon her, she snaked her other hand 
over the curve of her smooth-fleshed hip to tangle in the silken threads of 
her pussy hair. 

"Goddamn!" Kevin gasped. Never in a thousand years would he have thought his 
little sister could act so wanton! "Unreal!" 

As the low hiss of admiration echoed dimly in the inebriated blonde's ears, 
her movements grew even more obscene. All thought was blotted from her 
consciousness now, and all that she was fully aware of was the urgent 
excitement rippling through her bloodstream to every nerve ending in her 
aroused body, plus the added incitement of knowing that she was together 
with her handsome brothers rather than alone in her own bed. Slowly and 
deliberately, she sank her fingers in between her trembling thighs, enjoying 
the forbidden thrill that shot up and down her spine at the electric contact 
of finger and swollen pussy flesh. 

"Go, baby, go!" Alex hissed. Then he moved toward the Danish Modern pole 
lamp beside the sofa and turned off all but one of the 75-watt bulbs. 
Focusing the remaining one on his young sister's voluptuous figure, so that 
she appeared to be wriggling in front of a stage spotlight, he sank back 
down onto the sofa, his aching cock-shaft in one hand. 

Holly's alcohol-glazed green eyes fluttered open as she felt the light's 
warmth directed upon her, and suddenly something snapped in her 
inexperienced young brain. A lurid picture of the photograph her older 
brother had showed her flashed before her, and to her brother's shocked 
pleasure she began to imitate the girl on the cover, spreading her shapely 
legs farther and farther apart until she collapsed upon the fluffy white 
throw rug in front of the unlit fireplace, her body sprawled in wanton 
abandon. 

There was utter silence in the Hansen family room now, save for the labored 
sounds of the three adolescents' breathing. Both brothers stood up from the 
leather sofa and moved toward the writhing form of their little sister, 
their hardened cocks throbbing in their hands. 

"Oooooohhhhh," the drunken blonde mewled, spreading her lithe, sculpted legs 
as far apart as possible-much farther than the model in the pornographic 
magazine, since Holly was the best cheerleader at Kalamazoo's Northern 
Junior High, The hedonistic sensuality of her own moans drove the debauched 
teenager to new heights of arousal. This was the most exciting thing that 
she'd ever done, and she didn't care how wicked it was. In fact, the very 
thought of how shameless she was incited her to further erotic display, and 
with another strangled groan, she let the middle finger of her right hand 
slip into the hungrily pulsating slit of her virginal vagina. 

Suddenly Kevin couldn't stand anymore. Lurching unsteadily toward the lamp, 
he flicked off the electricity and grabbed his raging hard-on, skinning back 
the foreskin with frantic strokes and allowing his impatiently throbbing 
cock-head to meet the fevered jerkings of his fist. Hoping that no one else 
was noticing him, he began pumping up and down his fire-filled shaft in 
uncontrolled excitement. 

Although Kevin, in his own frenzy of erotic arousal, was unaware that his 
self-manipulations were witnessed, his brother and sister were both dimly 
aware of the obscene sound of flesh slapping against flesh. Alex's hand was 
already around his own rampant young penis, and without removing his eyes 
from the wildly inciting spectacle of young Holly's slim white hand digging 
into her coral-pink pussy flesh, he began pistoning his hand along his 
swollen cock-shaft, wild images of Holly and the girl in the photograph, 
mingled with intermittent images of his father's new bride, flashing through 
his mind. 

Uuuugghhhhhh ... hhhhhhmmmmmmm ggghhhh...." the harsh sound of her favorite 
brother's sharp gasps lanced through the alcoholic fog surrounding Holly's 
brain and drowned her in obscene desire. Jerking her slim young hips upward 
to meet the plunging strokes of her frantically thrusting finger, she strove 
for the wonderful feeling that, until tonight, she had only enjoyed in total 
privacy. Wet, warm flesh clasped around her impaling finger, and suddenly 
there was nothing left but the delicious sensation of impending orgasm. 

"Oooooooggggggghhhhh," she whimpered, the low ecstatic cry escaping her lips 
as her tight pussy channel was filled with her own pressuring finger. Her 
slender legs began seesawing back and forth in an urgent rhythm, and her 
other hand pinched wildly at her nerve-tingling nipples. 

Suddenly Alex felt his achingly tumid penile flesh swell into even greater 
rigidity, and his blood-engorged balls tightened and churned in uncontrolled 
furor. Beside him in the darkness of the recreation room, he heard the 
obscene sound of his brother's hand pumping up and down on his own swollen 
shaft of flesh, and he knew that it was a matter of minutes before he shot 
his hot overload of accumulated sperm over Holly's sensually squirming 
loins. 

"Rrrrrrggggghhhhhh!" he growled from deep in his throat, and then he groped 
for the lamp switch and flooded the room with bright light. 

Holly had been hovering just on the peak of explosion, her entire young body 
straining for the final ecstasy of release, when Alex flicked on the lamp. 
Her alcohol-glazed eyes popped open to meet the lascivious sight of her two 
brother's thickly throbbing cocks poised just over her obscenely splayed 
loins, and a soul-shattering spasm of guilt suddenly wiped out all traces of 
arousal. Oh God, what had she let herself do? How could she ever face her 
brothers after this wanton display of raw lust? 

Even as the guilt-stricken blonde shuddered on the shag rug before the 
fireplace, her intoxicated young body wracked by alternative surges of 
involuntary lust and horrified shame, she felt the perverted, wet sensation 
of two heatedly spurting jets of thick male cum splashing down on her 
wantonly exposed flesh. 

"No ... no, no, no!" she gasped, her entire young body frozen in despair as 
wave after wave of gushing hot sperm descended upon her helpless loins. 

Neither youngster heard their little sister's piteous whimpers of protest, 
for both were wallowing in a half-unconscious sea of erotic fulfillment. 
Grunting and groaning like animals, they collapsed back upon the leather 
couch as their hugely swollen young cocks began at last to deflate like two 
shrinking balloons. 

"NO!" Holly wailed again, more loudly. Then, snatching up her discarded 
blouse and panties, she fled from the room. As she reached the stairs, she 
turned over her shoulder to gape in open-mouthed dismay at her two stupefied 
brothers who still sat, limply useless penises still clutched in their 
palms, staring in confusion at her. 

"OH, NO, NO!" she screamed at them, then escaped up the stairs toward the 
dark safety of her bedroom. "You bastards!" she flung over her shoulder as 
she slammed the door, though she knew they wouldn't hear her. 

As she stood panting for breath against the door, she knew, too, that it was 
no use blaming Alex and Kevin. She, Holly, was the one who'd acted like a 
wanton whore ... there was no escaping the dreadful reality of her 
shamelessly drunken performance. 

The young blonde keeled over upon the bed, all her guilty thoughts 
momentarily stilled as she fell into a deep alcoholic slumber. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Holly slept like a log until six o'clock the next morning when her dreamless 
unconsciousness was disturbed by a nightmare in which she was lying on a bed 
with photographers stationed on all sides of her and flash-bulbs popping as 
she plunged her hand in and out of her feverishly pulsing cuntal depths. 

"Noooo," she moaned, her blood-shot eyes flicking open to meet the first 
rays of the oppressively cheerful June sun. Her head swam dizzily, but the 
healthy young girl didn't really suffer from a hangover. Nevertheless, she 
felt miserable ... she had no idea how she could ever face the world again 
after the disgraceful way she'd made evident her own wantonness. And even 
now, in her sleep, her traitorous hand was curled deep down between her 
quivering thighs. 

Putting her hands clasped together over her chest, the troubled young blonde 
attempted to sink back into the blissful unawareness of slumber. Just as 
she'd nearly succeeded, though, her entire body tensed in alarm as she heard 
the distinct sound of her door handle turning. Afraid to open her eyes, 
Holly lay in taut expectation. It must be one of her brothers ... who else 
could it possibly be ... but who? 

Kevin! she thought, her heart thumping against her ribs. But then, as she 
peeked out from under her eyelids, she knew that the dark shadow tiptoeing 
toward her bed was too tall and heavy to be her younger brother's. 

"Alex!" Holly sat bolt upright, then flopped back down against her pillows 
as the room began to spin like a carousel before her eyes. Oh God! I'm still 
drunk, her mind whirled. 

"What ... what are you doing here?" she added in a weak, unsteady voice. 

The muscular seventeen year old started then laughed nervously. 

"I just wanted ... to talk some more." He edged closer to the bed as he 
spoke, and then the full weight of his body was pressing beside Holly. 

"Not now, Al. I just want to sleep some more." The young blonde turned over 
on her side, squirming away from him, but he grasped at her arm. 

"No, I wanna talk now!" he hissed. 

Suddenly, his fingers were gripping her arm so tightly that Holly winced 
from the pain. "What ... what are you doing that for?" she whispered, 
turning her head toward him to stare with wide, wondering eyes at her 
pajama-clad brother. At the sight of his strange expression, she felt clammy 
shivers of fear prickling along her backbone. Maybe it was just that 
champagne she'd drunk last night, but Alex looked exactly like a devil in 
this dim early morning light. His eyes shot sparks of unadulterated lust at 
her, and his mouth was contorted into a twisted grimace. 

The boy's hand groped higher up her arm, pinching painfully at the tender 
flesh, then suddenly lunged out to grab her breast. As usual, she was 
wearing an old shirt of Kevin's to sleep in, but the thin cotton fabric 
afforded little protection against her brother. All at once, full 
realization of what was happening struck the apprehensive virgin, and she 
tried more vehemently to pull away from Alex. 

"Holly ... Holly...." Alex gasped hoarsely, his speech still slurred from 
alcohol. He and Kevin had continued drinking long after their sister had 
fled up to her bedroom, finishing every last bottle of expensive French 
champagne and the rest of the gin. 

"No, Al! Stop it!" 

"Lie down!" the youth ordered, his other hand shooting out to pin her thigh 
tightly against the bed. 

The urgency in her brother's tone rekindled the forbidden yearning Holly had 
felt the night before, and suddenly the thought of her wanton finger-fucking 
in front of her two naked brothers no longer filled her with sick guilt but 
with an undeniable excitement. As though she'd been hypnotized by his voice, 
she sank back limply on the mattress, a growing desire welling up inside her 
as a vivid picture of Alex's long, thick-veined penis flashed before her 
mind's eye. 

"Uummm," she mewled as her brother leaned down over her, one hand pressing 
against her pulsating breast, the other massaging her upper leg. His green 
eyes bored into her face with a compelling intensity, and then his mouth was 
crushing against hers and his thrusting tongue was snaking into her 
half-open mouth. 

For a brief moment, Holly allowed her tongue to play against her brother's, 
ignoring the warning whispers of caution in the back of her brain as 
tantalizing fingers of pleasure ran through her young body. Then, as Alex's 
hands began fumbling with the buttons of her nightshirt, she came to her 
senses and wrenched her mouth away. 

"NO!" she cried, pushing desperately at his hard chest with her balled-up 
fists. "No, Al, you can't do that! No, no!" 

"C'mon, Sis ... you want it as bad as I do," Alex hissed. 

"NO! NO!" 

The youth's strong hands caught hold of his little sister's pummeling fists, 
twisting her slim wrists until she gasped in anguish and tears appeared in 
her eyes. "Shut up!" he hissed. "You want Kevin to hear or somethin'?" And 
then he loomed over her squirming body, the heavy weight of his athletic 
loins dropping over her with such force that the breath was almost knocked 
from her lungs for a moment. Digging his fingers between their tight-pressed 
bodies, he began once again to grope for the buttons of her shirt. 

"Goddamn it," Holly heard him swear under his breath as his drink-numbed 
hands couldn't coordinate enough to unfasten the garment. With a harsh gasp, 
he ripped the shirt front apart, scattering buttons across the bed and onto 
the carpeted floor below; then he grasped the exposed mounds of her breasts 
and pinched with vise-like fingers at her tiny nipples till they tautened to 
pulsing little pebbles. 

"Aahhhgg!" Holly gasped, futilely attempting to twist out from underneath 
her older brother's heavy body. Since he'd mentioned Kevin, she didn't dare 
to protest too loudly ... and indeed, as Alex's bold fingers tweaked at the 
nerve-filled tips of her sensitive breasts, her will to fight him off was 
rapidly fading. It was wrong, terribly wrong, but her frustrated young body 
responded in spite of herself to the forbidden, incestuous stimulation. 

Oh God, her tortured mind wailed. Oh, God ... what's happening to me? I have 
to stop him-I have to! 

Yet as the older boy's heated mouth pressed boldly against hers then snaked 
a wet path along her flushed cheek to tease at her small ear, the tremors of 
pleasure that surged through her virginal loins were so delicious that all 
thought of resistance melted away. Timidly at first, then with more reckless 
abandon, she shot out her own little pink tongue to reciprocate the caress, 
her mind filled with pictures of the long-ago times when she and her two 
older brothers had played doctor up in the privacy of the tree house. Then, 
just as now, she'd known that what they were doing was strictly forbidden, 
but curiosity and some dark, deep excitement had overcome all her qualms. 
This morning, however, it wasn't a game any longer; it was real, 
terrifyingly and thrillingly real! 

"Mmmmggghh," Holly heard herself gurgle as Alex's eager fingers continued 
their frantic manipulation of her breasts, rolling her tingling nipples 
between his thumb and forefinger until she felt as though they were on fire. 
Flaming sparks shot out from her stimulated breasts to every nerve ending in 
her young body then came to settle down in the moistening crevice of her 
suddenly throbbing vagina. 

"No ... please, no...." she managed to choke out in spite of her growing 
arousal, but the words sounded more like lewd encouragement than a protest. 

Alex, regardless of his half-drunken condition, caught the change in his 
sister's voice at once and began lapping into her ear and massaging her 
pliant breasts more excitedly than ever. Although Holly was still covered 
from the waist down by the sheet, the youngster knew now that he was going 
to dark to touch her down there and that she would probably not put up a 
serious fight. His cock jerked slightly as he sensed her thighs squirming 
beneath the light sheet that separated their bodies, and beads of 
perspiration popped out on his forehead as the enormity of what he intended 
to do next occurred to him. 

But she's my sister! My sister! The word seemed to be flashing like a neon 
billboard inside his alcohol-glutted brain, first red, then green, then a 
blinding gold. It was unthinkable ... yet at the same time it was impossible 
to imagine stopping now. Beneath him, Holly was twisting so that her 
jouncing breasts danced in his clutching hands like small animals and her 
sheet-covered hips surged up to press against him. Again his virile young 
penis jumped out, this time to pulse against the soft warmth of her 
trembling upper thigh. I can't stop! his mind shrieked. I don't care if she 
is my sister-I gotta fuck her now! 

"OOOOOhhh, nooo, noooo!" Holly whimpered again, but her brother knew she 
didn't mean it, for even as she cried out, her tongue was prodding wetly 
into his mouth to thrust in obscene hunger deep into his throat. For a long 
minute their mouths remained crushed together as they sucked wantonly at 
each other's heated tongues and tasted each other's saliva. Then, abruptly, 
Alex darted his hand from her breast to peel away the protecting sheet. By 
now, Holly was too aroused to even make a token protest to this final 
indecency. Her slender arms curled tightly around her older brother's neck, 
tangling in his dark blond hair as all sense of morality vanished from her 
mind. The erotic excitement flowing through her bloodstream drowned out 
every initial qualm, and all that seemed important was the wonderful feeling 
as his body molded against her own, and his fingers snaked lower and lower 
in the direction of her swollen pussy flesh. 

"Aaahh," she murmured softly, reaching out to stroke his back and press his 
chest even harder against her straining breasts. The sparse hairs on his 
young, lean body tickled her smooth flesh as his fingers continued their 
agonizingly wonderful path down across her taut, churning belly until they 
finally entwined in the softly curling strands of her golden pubic hair. 

Brother and sister continued to kiss in ever increasing passion as Alex's 
searching fingers gently parted her tumescent vaginal lips and slid back and 
forth across the moistly heated flesh that nestled inside. Little whimpers 
of excitement spilled from the young blonde's lips as she wriggled her 
pelvis up against his invading finger in a wanton little dance, and she felt 
as though her entire body was on fire. 

"Yessss!" she heard herself wail out, and although shivers of shock cascaded 
over her at the thought that she could act so shameless, she couldn't hold 
back another impassioned cry. "Oooooh ... it's gooddd ... gooodddd!" 

Oh God,! she agonized silently, I'm lost ... I'm doing the worst thing I 
could possibly do. But I can't help it ... I need to feel him touching me 
... I'd die if he stopped. It must mean that I'm really nothing but a whore 
inside-a slut-a tramp! I don't even want to be touching Alex-I only want 
Kevin ... but I can't help it, I love it anyway! OH KEVIN! KEVIN! I CAN'T 
HELP IT! 

Holly was choking out a steady stream of incomprehensible noises now as her 
older brother's insistently extended middle finger found the nerve-filled 
bud of her clitoris and began to circle it in ever-increasing intensity. 
Somehow, it felt a thousand times more exciting when he caressed the 
pulsating button than when she fingered herself in her lonely bed. 

"Oh, don't stop ... don't stop ... it's so goooodd!" she wailed as Alex's 
outstretched finger suddenly slipped away from her inflamed clitoris. A rush 
of cool morning air swept over her naked loins as he wrenched his body out 
of her grasping arms, and Holly's eyes flew open in despair. Then, as she 
saw that he was tugging off his pajama bottoms, she gave a shameless whimper 
of delight which turned to an inhuman gurgle as the sight of his hugely 
swollen penis met her lust-glazed eyes. 

Oh God! It was so big ... even thicker than it had seemed the night before 
in her drunken condition. Pulsing veins bulged out on the hardened flesh, 
and the glistening red cock-head looked far too large to ever fit into her 
tiny vagina. A thrill of fear shot along her backbone, but in spite of her 
apprehension, she was filled with a strange curiosity about how the 
throbbing pole of cock-flesh would feel beneath her fingers. 

"Touch it, Sis," Alex groaned as if he'd read her forbidden thought. "C'mon, 
touch my cock!" 

A shudder rippled through Holly's body, but as her brother's hand renewed 
its wonderful electric contact with her desire-drenched vaginal slit, she 
found her own hand gingerly reaching out toward his turgid rod of male 
flesh. Taking a deep breath, she grasped the fullness of its pulsating 
length in her right hand then squeezed involuntarily as it lurched against 
her palm. 

"It's ... so b-big, Al," she whispered. "So hard...." But in spite of her 
trepidation, little fingers of fascinated excitement were wafting through 
her bloodstream, and once again she pressed her fingers tightly against the 
warm, rubbery penis. 

"That's it ... that feels so fucking good," Alex groaned, stroking even 
faster and deeper into his baby sister's warmly clasping vagina. She was 
tight all right, but as her pleasure grew, the walls of her virginal passage 
relaxed enough to allow two of his fingers to plunge inside. 

"But ... but, Al ... ahhhh! Ohhh ... I'm a ... ohhhh ... a virgin," It was 
hard for the young girl to choke out her words between the involuntary 
groans of pleasure that spewed from her lips, but she felt she had to make 
sure her brother understood that she'd only been boasting when she'd told 
him she was experienced. He didn't seem to understand that the thickly 
pulsating cock-shaft which now throbbed in her hand wound never, never fit 
into her tiny pussy. If he tried, he'd surely rip her to pieces inside! 
"Yeah, yeah," Al rasped. "I'll be careful, Sis ... gentle ... yeah...." He 
wriggled his two fingers inside her moistly clasping cuntal passage then 
added, "See-if this fits inside so will my cock. You'll see!" 

Holly shook her head, but she kept her fingers curled around his throbbing 
thickness as she stared intently into his eyes in search for reassurance. 
His powerful, well-muscled chest and arms loomed above her, as 
strong-looking as a full-grown man's and tanned a healthy golden-brown by 
the sun. Alex was really handsome, just as good-looking as her favorite 
brother, Kevin, really-he looked harder, more manly, more excitingly 
unfamiliar. Perhaps it was just the way his face looked contorted with lust 
that he seemed like a stranger, but the thought sent a peculiar shiver of 
forbidden longing through Holly's finger-filled vagina. 

Impulsively, the young girl ground her buttocks up against the impaling hand 
so that her brother's fingertips grazed against the ultra-sensitive mound of 
her cervix. 

"Oooohhh...." Her feverish whimper trailed off as her golden head fell back 
on the pillow and a spasm of desire cut like a knife through her belly. 
More! she thought frantically. I want more of these feelings ... I want to 
feel everything.... 

Suddenly, Alex's thrusting fingers began hammering into her virginal pussy 
in a wild staccato rhythm that made the inexperienced blonde lose her 
self-control completely. Then, just when she thought she couldn't possibly 
feel any more excited, he dropped his head to her naked breasts and began to 
suck on one tingling little pink bud as though he wanted to devour it in his 
heated mouth. 

The lewd, wetly sluicing sounds of flesh against flesh mingled with the two 
teenager's whimpers and groans to create a weird erotic chorus that echoed 
through the thin walls of the modern split-level to invade the dreams of the 
youngster asleep across the hall. He tossed restlessly, one hand slipping 
unconsciously beneath the sheet toward his partially stiffened young penis 
as a naked blonde bearing a strange resemblance to his younger sister 
suddenly appeared in his dream. 

Completely oblivious now to her brother across the hall, Holly raised her 
hands up to tangle in Alex's long blond hair and pull his wildly working 
lips closer to her tingling breasts. His wildly working fingers in her 
virginal vagina were driving her into a mindless delirium of sensuality, and 
she began to thrash on the bed in ecstasy as he inserted still another 
finger in her burning cuntal depths. Three fingers inside of her-it was so 
obscene, so thrillingly perverted ... and it felt better than anything ever 
had before in her entire life! 

"Good! Good ... ohhhhh, good!" she mewled against Alex's soft hair, all her 
inhibitions vanishing in the face of her rising passion. Nothing really 
mattered except the fact that they were together, their bodies molded 
together and surging with erotic excitement. At this point she felt ready to 
do anything her older brother asked, no matter how wicked and degenerate it 
might be. 

"Good ... sooo goooddd!" she called out again, so loudly this time that 
Kevin tossed more restlessly than ever in his bed across the corridor. 

Suddenly, Alex sank his three impaling fingers to the hilt in Holly's 
desire-drenched vagina then wrenched them all the way out. His virile 
adolescent cock had swollen to such an enormous erection beneath his 
sister's eager ministrations that he no longer felt able to contain himself. 
If he didn't get his penis up inside her tight little pussy right now, he 
was going to shoot his hot load all over her squeezing hand like a dumb 
little kid. 

"Ready, baby?" he gasped in a hoarse, lust-distorted voice. "Ready for my 
cock?" 

"Yessss," the fourteen year-old whimpered without a moment's hesitation. The 
moment his fingers had stopped their wonderful stroking rhythm inside her 
fire-filled vagina, she'd felt an unbearable aching emptiness down between 
her trembling thighs. Even though his big cock might hurt her, she wanted to 
feel it throbbing in her cunt as it was now in her hand. "Yes, Alex," she 
repeated, her voice sounding shrill and child-like in the early morning 
stillness of her bedroom. "Put your cock in my pussy." 

The older brother did not fail to catch the tone of the girlish innocence in 
Holly's obscene words, and he suddenly felt stone-sober as full realization 
of the immensity of what they were doing washed over him like a dose of ice 
water. This wasn't just any girl who was writhing and crying in total 
abandon beneath him-it was Holly, his baby sister! How in God's name had he 
ever let this happen ... how had he dared? Shit, even after a case of 
champagne it was completely impossible. Yet he couldn't stop now, even 
though it might really mess the poor kid up later, for she was driving him 
crazy with her squirming and pleading. 

Never, not with any of the girls he'd dated either up at school or here in 
Kalamazoo, had he felt so unbearably horny. Little Holly had a body worth a 
million dollars, and more importantly, she responded to his touches with 
real warmth, not like all those phony, uptight chicks who just went along 
with kissing when you could tell they didn't feel a thing themselves. Maybe 
his sister was only fourteen, but she was still a hell of a lot more of a 
woman than the seventeen year olds he knew. 

A wave of tenderness for his little sister swept over the youth, and 
suddenly his guilt about what he was about to do melted. He loved her, 
really loved her in the way that counted most of all ... so why not make 
love to her beautiful body, too? People all said it was wrong, but WHY was 
it if they both wanted it? And wasn't it better for him to be the first one 
rather than some insensitive creep who didn't care if he hurt or frightened 
her? 

"Al...?" Holly whispered, giving his rigid thickness a tight little squeeze 
that almost drove him out of his mind with desire then pulling the thick 
foreskin up and down over the smooth red head of his bulging cock. "Wh-why 
did you stop. What's the m-matter?" 

"Oh, Jesus, Holly, stop it," he groaned, wrenching his hips away so that his 
aching penis slid from her clutching hands. He began repositioning his loins 
so that he was on his knees in front of the naked girl, between her 
widespread knees. 

For one devastating moment, Holly didn't realize why Alex had pulled away 
from her. He doesn't want me, her mind wailed. He's just been teasing me, 
making fun of me! And now I've made a complete fool of myself-I'll never be 
able to look at him again. A cold lump of despair settled in the pit of her 
churning belly, and she could feel hot tears brimming up at the corners of 
her mouth. Oh, how could he be so mean? I really wanted him to do it 
tome.... 

A moment later, the hopeless coldness inside her was replaced by a flaming 
ecstasy as her older brother's hands reached out to squeeze her swollen 
breasts, and the moist, blunt head of his penis made electric contact with 
the sensitive lips of her never-before-entered pussy. Opening her eyes, she 
watched in awed excitement as the thick, angry-red penis throbbed between 
her trembling white thighs. It still looked impossibly large, but she no 
longer felt afraid. 

"You want it?" Alex hissed, though he knew he wouldn't be able to stop now 
even if she'd answered negatively. "You really want it. Sis?" 

"Yes, Al," the young blonde moaned, never taking her wide green eyes from 
the hugely distended flesh pole pointed directly at her quivering vaginal 
entrance. "Yes, pleezzee!" 

The youth bent over his sister to plant an urgent kiss on her soft lips, his 
tongue once again snaking into her welcoming mouth. Simultaneously, he 
flicked his athletic hips forward slightly so that his throbbing cock-head 
slid along the exposed pink cuntal flesh between Holly's soft, golden pubic 
curls. She stiffened and jerked from the contact then moaned aloud as his 
hardened thickness rubbed against the half-hidden bud of her clitoris. 

Although Alex had wanted to make this first entry as easy and painless as 
possible for his little sister, he found himself losing all self-control as 
she wriggled in eager anticipation below him. Unable to wait another second, 
he skidded his thick penis back down to the tiny orifice of her virginal 
pussy and pushed against the ungiving flesh until his mushrooming head shot 
inside. 

"Nooo!" Holly shrieked as burning arrows of pain shot through her invaded 
vagina. "Nooo, stop! It huurrtts!" 

"I can't stop!" Alex gasped hoarsely. "I gotta do it!" 

With all the strength in his athletic young loins, the boy began to skewer 
against the impossibly tight little cuntal channel, slowly and agonizingly 
making his way deeper and deeper into the clasping, butter-soft depths of 
her pussy. When his long penis was almost halfway inside, the exquisite 
pressure of her fearfully contracting cuntal walls so incited him that he 
plunged, reaming his pulsating virility all the way to the hilt in one 
vicious thrust. 

"AAAEEEGGHHH!" Holly wailed, vainly trying to pull away from the huge, 
impaling penis and unwittingly increasing her own agony. "Aaaaeeeehhh ... 
aaahhhh...." Her screams of pain changed to a sobbing whimper as she lay 
completely rigid beneath the cruelly pinning cock-staff, afraid to move for 
fear of intensifying her torture. 

Oh, God! her mind screamed. I'm too small! He's tearing me to shreds inside! 
I'll never be able to make love like a normal woman. I'm built wrong.... 

For a moment, Alex held his straining member still inside the whimpering 
blonde's no-longer-virginal pussy, delighting in the way her vaginal muscles 
clung to his throbbing hardness like a tight-fitting kid glove. He knew he 
was hurting her terribly, but he couldn't stop now. Hopefully, lying still 
would give her a chance to adjust to the massive size of his cock. 

"Relax," Holly heard her brother's voice through a swimming sea of pain. 
"That'll make it feel better." 

Relax? How could she possibly relax when she was being slowly and brutally 
tortured to death? Or at the very least, maimed in some shameful, 
irreparable way? 

"I caann'tt," she whimpered. "It's too big! It's too-AARRGGHH!" Her voice 
shrilled to an anguished wail as the enormous flesh cudgel throbbed inside 
her wide-stretched vaginal sheath, pulled out almost all the way, and then 
shot back down so forcefully that it felt as though white-hot flames were 
searing the vainly resisting walls of her cuntal passage. Then, in spite of 
her piteous cries, he began to stroke smoothly in and out of her burning 
vagina. 

The pain was so intense that Holly had to do something. Clenching her eyes 
shut, she tried her best to relax her fear-tautened cuntal muscles, drawing 
in deep, shuddering breaths of air as she did so. Much to her amazed relief, 
the flaming torment lessened almost at once, fading to a dull ember of pain. 
All of a sudden, the delicious excitement she'd felt when her brother had 
finger-fucked her returned in a rush, and she moved her hips in tentative 
response to his thrusting penis. 

"Oooohh!" she gurgled. "Ohhh, Al!" 

"It's good? You like it?" he grunted, his own already frantic lust 
heightened by her pleasure. 

Grabbing her long, lithe legs, he tugged them still further apart so that 
they were splayed out on either side of his bucking hips. As he'd hoped, 
Holly kicked them up to fasten around his back, instinctively positioning 
herself so that her now-eager pussy could receive the most pleasure from his 
spearing cock-shaft. A little mewl of desire rippled from her lips, and when 
Alex peered between her firm, apple-shaped young breasts at her face, he saw 
that her features were contorted with lust. 

Jesus Christ! he gloated. His little sister was really outta sight! She 
loved screwing as much as he did! 

Letting his passion-flushed face fall forward onto the resilient mounds of 
her milk-white breasts, the seventeen year old football player plunged with 
all his considerable energy into the willingly offered warmth of his. baby 
sister's newly deflowered pussy. His plunges were so mindlessly brutal that 
pain once again rippled through Holly's slender body, but this time it was 
mingled with a strange, masochistic pleasure, and she rocked her buttocks up 
to meet his burning strokes in spite of the agony. Yet even though she 
wanted him to continue his passionate ravishment, she couldn't contain her 
involuntary gasps of anguish. 

"Oooohh ... ahhhhh! EEEhhhh ... oh, noooo!" she chanted shrilly, her soft, 
smooth feet pounding a frantic tattoo on his lurching back. 

Holly's helpless mewls sang in her older brother's ears, and strangely 
enough, he found himself hotly aroused by them. Little chills of sadism 
spiraled along his spine, and his cock pounded harder than ever into the 
velvet-soft depths of her vagina, striking against the spongy cervix with 
each impaling lunge. 

"Oh, Al ... Allll!" the young blonde wailed. Her inexperienced pussy felt 
completely filled with pulsating male flesh, and she could feel each and 
every ridge and vein on his hardened cock-shaft. Her discomfort increased 
with each passing moment, yet still she continued to undulate up to meet his 
punishing penis. 

Alex Hansen had never felt his cock so hot and heavy ... Jesus, it must 
weigh a ton! He could feel pent-up sperm churning in his testicles each time 
they slapped against the upturned ass-cheeks of his whimpering little 
sister, and he knew it would not be long now before his turgid penis was 
exploding inside the tightly clasping tunnel of her vagina. Forcing his 
powerful hips back and forth in a seesawing motion that rocked his sister's 
body along with him, he grasped onto her uplifted legs and clutched them 
like the two handles of a wheelbarrow. In this obscene position, he knew his 
strokes would enter her more deeply than ever, and that she would be more 
likely to reach her orgasm before his impending climax shot seething white 
sperm into her tiny pussy. 

When her brother's rough hands shoved her legs into the air, Holly felt as 
though his surging hardness was spearing through her entire body; that any 
moment it would come bursting out her throat. Her doubled-over body ached 
... her violated vagina burned more wildly than before ... yet she loved it, 
every painful minute of it! Her once-untouched pussy was being unmercifully 
ravished beneath the strong male loins of her own brother, and the very 
thought so incited her that she ground her pelvis up against him more 
excitedly than ever. 

Gradually, all the torturous discomfort inside the young girl evaporated, 
leaving in its wake only ecstatic sparks of mounting passion that seemed to 
swivel out in an ever-growing orbit from her besieged cuntal channel to each 
nerve ending in her newly-awakened body. Wave after wave of exquisite 
arousal raged through her, and she realized through the cloud of desire that 
blanketed her brain that soon she would be reaching a release more beautiful 
than anything she had ever dreamed of before. 

"Oh ... oh ... ohhh...." she cried out through chattering teeth. "I love it 
... love fucking ... FUCKING. Do it harder ... FUCK ME HARDER!" 

Never before had she uttered this forbidden word, and the sound of it echoed 
in her ears and brought her nearer the edge of rapturous explosion. "Fuck 
... fuck ... fuck...." she chanted, bucking up against Alex's rampaging 
penis with such frenzy that her brother opened his eyes to stare down at her 
in lust-deranged amazement. 

Holly's features looked dramatically changed to the older boy, her eyeballs 
rolling back in her head, her pink tongue loosely flicking from her 
half-open mouth, her nostrils distended. The sight of his little sister's 
uninhibited wantonness so incited him that he plunged into her heated cuntal 
depths with harder and faster strokes, forcing the convulsing walls of her 
vagina before his rampaging cock-head. Suddenly, just as he felt his 
blood-engorged balls were about to explode, she began to scream, a high, 
frenzied shriek not unlike that of an animal. 

"AAAEEEUIGGHHH!" Holly cried out, thrashing in convulsive bliss beneath the 
pinioning spear of heated male flesh. She was cumming ... not just in her 
pussy, but in every cell of her young body ... exploding within her in flash 
after flash of liquid lightning ... a death ... a rebirth ... a 
rainbow-colored flood of bittersweet ecstasy. 

"AAAAHHH!" her shrill, piercing scream echoed through her bedroom as her 
heels drummed into Alex's back and her hands tangled in his tousled blond 
hair. "I'M CUUMMMUNNGGG! Oh, yessss ... yesssss! Oh, more, more, ooohhh!" 

"Christ!" Alex groaned. "I'm cumming too ... NNOWWW!" 

The next instant, he felt hot floods of sperm shooting down from his aching 
testicles to splash in jet after jet of exquisite release against the walls 
of Holly's spasming vagina. Brother and sister clung together, their bodies 
wracked by the overwhelming ecstasy of total fulfillment as the warm, white, 
life-giving seed filled every inch of the young girl's cuntal channel and 
spilled down her thighs and into her golden pussy hair in thin rivulets. 

"Goddamn," Alex exclaimed at last, falling in total exhaustion upon the 
trembling body of his younger sister. His deflating penis still lay inside 
her warm cunt, twitching now and then, and she continued to automatically 
milk its last droplets of semen. Their mouths met in a wanton, blissful 
kiss, and then finally his limp cock slid with a lewd little popping sound 
from the quivering sheath of her no-longer-virginal pussy. 

For a few minutes, the only sound in the bedroom was their rasping 
breathing. Finally, Holly stirred, rolling out from under the crushing 
weight of her brother's body. 

"Oh, Al...." she murmured in a low, musical voice that sounded strangely 
unfamiliar to her own ears. "Al ... Al! It was soo gooood!" 

But her brother was already sound asleep. 

Holly stared at his naked body for a long time, her eyes lingering on the 
now-flaccid penis that had only minutes before been so wonderfully long and 
thick. A little sigh of contentment broke from her lips, and then she turned 
toward the window. The sun was fully risen by now, and the sky was robin's 
egg blue instead of fiery rose. The tops of two old elm trees and a deep 
green pine flickered before her eyes, just as they had every morning for the 
past nine years. Only she was different ... so very, very different.... 

"I'm a woman now," she whispered to herself, a little thrill surging through 
her satisfied loins at the sound of her own voice. "My life is truly 
beginning...." Clasping her small hands between her cum-stained thighs, she 
cuddled against her older brother's inert body and fell into a deep, 
dreamless sleep. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

On Tuesday night, a week and a half after Hank Hansen married Gloria 
McDonald, his oldest son Alex had a date with the Homecoming Queen from 
Kalamazoo High. For this momentous occasion, he saw fit to borrow his 
father's dark blue Lincoln Continental, and as he sauntered from the house 
clad in his trendy new pin-striped suit and wide psychedelic tie, he 
benevolently offered his younger brother the use of his VW bus. 

Although there was certainly nothing more exciting happening in Battle Creek 
than in Kalamazoo, the teenagers felt obliged to take advantage of this rare 
gift and drove there. Usually, Alex was loath to loan his beloved bus to 
anyone, particularly fifteen year old Kevin who as yet had only a learner's 
permit, and the younger boy wondered again what had come over his brother 
lately. Maybe it was just because they were alone without adults, but he'd 
never seen the seventeen year old acting so cheerful and friendly. 

He stole a glance at Holly, perched close beside him on the high seat. She 
had acted strange this past week, too, not moping around in her room 
listening to David Cassidy albums and giggling on the phone with her stupid 
girlfriends, Shirley and Pam, but instead wanting to spend all her time with 
her brothers. Even the clothes she wore were different-no more jeans and old 
tee-shirts, but short dresses and mini-skirts. Tonight, for instance, the 
fourteen year old wore a little white dress made out of some thin nylon 
stuff that rode up to the tops of her thighs when she sat down, and pulled 
tightly over her obviously braless breasts. 

A hot flash of excitement rippled over Kevin's young body at the sight of 
those perfectly rounded mounds, each topped with a hard little nipple that 
peaked through the thin material of her sundress. Then suddenly the big VW 
bus swerved, and he was forced to turn his attention toward the rear-view 
mirror. 

Holly wasn't saying much this evening, which made Kevin feel more 
uncomfortable than ever ... the old Holly had been a chatterbox. She sat 
with her attention apparently focused on the trees and houses flashing by 
the windows, a funny little smile playing around her full pink lips. As he 
glanced at his sister again, Kevin felt his virile penis give a little jerk 
against his tight levis. Christ, it wasn't just his brother and sister who 
were acting weird; he himself hadn't felt the same since ... since the night 
Dad got married, the night they drank all that bubbly and.... 

Again the VW bus eased onto the gravel on the side of the road, and its 
young driver erased all the disturbing memories from his mind in the 
interest of safety. 

Although Holly appeared intent on the landscape, her eyes were actually 
seeing nothing of the verdant spring countryside. Instead, her head was 
teeming with salacious images of the wonderful things Alex had been teaching 
her at night, after Kevin was asleep. Almost every evening since that first 
morning he'd been with her, and by now she felt she must know everything 
there was to know about sex. It sure made things wonderful, having an older 
brother to show you all these things; now she realized that her 
girlfriends-even Shirley Soderber, who claimed to have had a "love affair" 
with a counselor at camp last summer-didn't really know what they were 
talking about. Nor was she about to enlighten them, for this was her own 
beautiful secret, to hold to herself and treasure. 

Holly no longer felt the least bit of shame about her nocturnal activities, 
but she was intelligent enough to see that the rest of the world was not as 
tolerant of incest as she was. Incest ... the word seemed to have lost most 
of its meaning for her ... it sounded dirty and sinful, somehow, but deep 
inside she knew that the pleasure that she and Al gave each other couldn't 
be evil. Perhaps she ought to use another word-brotherly love, perhaps. 

The smile on the fourteen year old blonde's heart-shaped face broadened at 
her own thoughts, and Kevin turned to look at her questioningly. 

"What's up, Sis?" he asked, "What's so funny?" 

Holly turned to look at her younger brother's boyishly handsome face, then 
reached out impulsively and took hold of one of his hands. It felt warm and 
dry, and a little tremor of excitement ran down her backbone at the feel of 
his pulse beating against her own. Tenderly, she gave his hand a squeeze. 

"Nothing's up," she smiled. "I'm just thinking about how great things are 
without grown-ups around. Don't you wish it could go on all summer-just 
think of the fun we could have." 

Kevin's penis gave another lurch as the girl beside him clasped his hand in 
her soft palm, and when he glanced down under his eyelids at his lap, he saw 
with embarrassment that the stiffening cock-shaft was tenting against his 
tight jeans. Jeez, he hoped Holly wouldn't notice! What was the matter with 
him lately, anyhow ... ever since that wedding night he'd been plagued by 
erotic dreams, and he seemed to have a constant hard-on, especially when his 
sister was around. 

"Yeah," he answered her in a rather breathless voice. "If Dad were home, 
he'd never have let us go out driving together tonight, that's for sure. 
Sure can't wait till I'm sixteen next month!" 

"Is Dad going to let you buy a car?" 

"Yeah-but I don't want a big pile of junk like this," Kevin began, then 
launched into a long description of the merits of various makes of sports 
cars. 

Holly nodded and smiled, but made no attempt to keep her mind on the 
conversation. When he'd placed his hand back on the steering wheel, she'd 
let her own lie just beside his muscular thigh, and even this innocent 
contact was exciting the sexually awakened teenager very much. All during 
childhood, her dark-haired brother had been her favorite, and even now that 
she was making love with Alex, her emotions for Kevin were far stronger. She 
couldn't care less whether Al went out with the Kalamazoo High Homecoming 
Queen, but she was very, very glad that Kevin seemed to have no interest in 
dating anyone this summer. 

Casting down her olive-green eyes, she peered through her long lashes at the 
growing bulge between her brother's legs, suppressing with difficulty an 
impulse to reach out and stroke it to full erection as she did with Alex's 
penis. How much more intense her erotic pleasure would be with Kevin ... how 
wonderful it would feel to have his hard cock sliding fast and deep into her 
throbbing vagina ... to feel his mouth sucking at her breasts.... 

An involuntary shiver shook her body, and Kevin broke off his speech to 
stare down at his sister. 

"You cold?" he asked. "Wanna borrow my sweater?" 

Holly wasn't the least bit cold-in fact, she felt extraordinarily warm, but 
not from a heat that had anything to do with the temperature of the air. Yet 
she accepted the heavy cardigan, for it smelled warmly and excitingly of her 
brother's body. 

How come he's never tried to touch me, not since that time on the sailboat? 
Holly asked herself. And then once again an enigmatic smile flashed across 
her lush lips at the sheer absurdity of her thoughts ... why should anyone 
expect their brother to caress them, anyway. Wow, she was sure feeling 
different than the rest of the world, that was for sure ... and she didn't 
care at all. Tonight, she vowed, I'll try to find out if he likes me ... I 
mean, really likes me.... 

"Hey, whatta you keep smiling at?" Kevin's voice was just tinged with 
resentment, for he somehow sensed his sister's mind wasn't really on what he 
was saying. 

"Nothing," Holly answered, pressing her hand against his leg. "I just feel 
happy-that's all." 

She's probably thinking about some other guy, he thought, remembering his 
younger sister's drunken remark about how sexually experienced she was. I 
wonder just what she does with other guys ... does she go all the way, or 
just let them play with her tits, or what? Jeez, if she just weren't my 
sister ... Suddenly a vivid-as-life vision of the obscene dance Holly had 
performed for her brothers the night after their Dad's wedding passed before 
Kevin's brain. That sure hadn't been the sort of thing a blushing virgin 
did, not even after consuming at least a bottle of champagne! 

Inching closer to her brother, Holly let the side of her naked thigh press 
lightly against his blue jeans. "It's just so nice to be riding around like 
with you," she continued in a soft voice. 

"Yeah," the dark-haired teenager agreed. "Sure was nice of Alex to give me 
the car-I can't figure why he's suddenly acting so decent. Hell, up at 
school he acts like he's too important to waste time talking to me." 

Holly didn't want to discuss Alex, at least not with Kevin. She turned to 
stare out the window at the brightly lit windows of the medium-sized 
Michigan town. 

"Hey, let's stop for ice cream," she cried, changing the subject. "There's 
that place with all the weird flavors!" 

"Good idea." Kevin spun into the parking lot. 

As his sister climbed out of the bus, her short skirt slid up to afford 
Kevin a tantalizing glimpse of her round white ass-cheeks and the little 
strip of her nylon lace panties. He remained in the drivers seat for a 
moment, watching the way her hips wriggled under the form-fitting little 
dress as she walked around the front of the bus. Something he'd heard guys 
saying at school came back to him: "You can always tell if a girl's a virgin 
on not by the way she walks." Until now, he'd always scoffed at this theory 
... but now, he realized that there definitely was something different about 
the way his little sister carried herself. He couldn't quite put his finger 
on it, but he knew it was there. 

It certainly didn't do anything for Kevin's ego to think that his fourteen 
year old sister knew more about sex than he did himself. A wave of shame 
flooded over him as he thought of his own virginity. What was the matter 
with him anyway, for Christ's sake? Alex, he knew, had made it with a chick 
when he was only twelve. Only he, Kevin, was weird, a social misfit, the 
black sheep of the Hansen family. 

But as soon as Kevin got out of the bus, Holly took hold of his hand, and 
his black adolescent mood evaporated as suddenly as it had appeared. They 
walked into the large ice cream parlor, smiling happily at one another, and 
when they'd selected their flavors, the lady behind the counter insisted on 
adding an extra scoop of Rocky Ripple to Kevin's two scoops of Chocolate 
Mint Fudge. 

"That's our newest flavor," she smiled at them, waving away the extra money 
Kevin handed her. "No, it's the least I can do for two nice kids in love. It 
makes me feel young again just looking at the two of you." 

There was an embarrassed silence as they walked back out to the car and 
pulled out of the parking lot, neither knowing whether or not to say 
something about the woman's mistake. "Two nice kids in love" was far too 
near the truth for them to be able to make a joke of it. 

Kevin cleared his throat. "What do we do now?" he asked. Somehow he felt too 
restless to go straight back home, but there wasn't much to do in Battle 
Creek on a weekday night. "Wanta go see a flick or something?" 

Holly shook her long blonde hair and swirled her pink tongue slowly around 
the top of her Champagne Sherbert. Its cold taste reminded her of the night 
after the wedding in a way that sent tingling excitement surging through her 
bloodstream, and she knew the last thing she wanted to do was sit still in 
some dumb movie. 

"Let's ... oh, I don't know ... let's just go for a drive. The long way 
home, by Silver Lake." 

The young boy nodded and swung out onto the highway, turning at the first 
intersection onto a more narrow, almost empty county road that wound past 
heavily wooded little hills and occasional farmhouses as soon as they were 
out of the city. Now that he didn't have to concentrate so hard on the 
traffic, he stole more glances at his sister, who was sitting even closer to 
him than before. 

Jesus, the way she was licking that ice cream cone was so strangely erotic 
he could scarcely bear to look at her, for all he could think of was that 
book of Alex's and the photograph of the woman with a man's prick inside her 
mouth. It was a terrible thing to be thinking about his own sister, but he 
just couldn't erase the picture from his mind any better than he could 
control the eager pulsing of his virile young cock. 

"That lady in the ice cream place was real nice, wasn't she?" Holly asked 
suddenly, breaking the long silence. 

"Yeah," said Kevin. He was glad for the darkness that hid his furious blush. 

"Wasn't it funny that she thought you were my boyfriend?" Holly pressed. She 
could tell that her brother was embarrassed, but this seemed the perfect 
opening for finding out just what he did think of her. 

"Yeah." 

"I mean, it just goes to show that it doesn't so much matter whether you're 
related to someone or not...." Now what the hell does she mean by that? 
Kevin asked himself. If she weren't my sister I'd think she was making a 
play for me or something.... 

"Yeah," he muttered again. Then it was his turn to change the subject. "Say, 
isn't that Shirley Soderberg's summer house?" 

He pointed through a thick grove of oaks and pines toward a large white 
structure. Just beyond the house, a patch of Silver Lake could be seen. 

A glimmering of a plan began to formulate in Holly's brain. Though she knew 
perfectly well that the Soderberg's only used their house on weekends until 
the first of July, she suggested, "Why don't we stop and see if she's home, 
and maybe go for a swim or something. It's warm enough, I think...." There 
was a light on in the kitchen window of the large beach cottage, but as the 
young girl had surmised there was no one there. Brother and sister stood on 
the wooden porch, taking deep breaths of the pine-scented air and looking 
intently at one another. 

"Let's go down by the lake," Holly said at last in a soft voice. "We can see 
if the water's warm enough for a swim-nobody's gonna mind." 

Taking his hand again, she led him by the path around the house and down to 
the wooden plank dock. She knew her way around here, having spent many 
summer days with her girlfriend. But tonight, standing with her brother in 
the light of an almost full moon and full canopy of stars, it felt like a 
different place ... exciting and mysterious ... and she herself felt 
completely changed from the innocent schoolgirl she'd been only short months 
before. 

Kevin watched his sister plop down on the dock, her long sculpted legs bent 
at the knees and her arms clasped around them in such a way that he could 
clearly see the white lace crotchband of her brief bikini panties. Several 
curling tendrils of blonde cuntal hairs were escaping from underneath the 
tight elastic legband, and the sight of them made the youngster's already 
semi-erect penis pulsate painfully inside his levis. 

Gingerly, he plopped down across from her, drawing up his legs in an attempt 
to hide his bulging erection. Jesus! He felt uncomfortable. With his legs 
pulled up in this position, the material of his pants pulled more tightly 
than ever over his throbbing hardness, and it was absolutely impossible to 
reply intelligently to his sister's remarks. 

Holly kicked off her leather sandals and dangled her small white feet in the 
black water. "Ooooh, it's cold!" she shivered. "I think I'll forget about 
swimming tonight." Sitting up and folding her legs into the same lewdly 
revealing posture, the young girl smiled at her handsome brother and noticed 
with pleasure that he once again had a hard-on. 

There was a long silence. Holly had slipped off her brother's sweater, and 
he could see her firm, high-set breasts jouncing as she shivered in the cool 
night air, their tiny nipples hardening in reaction. It seemed like every 
time he looked at her, she'd gotten bigger and bigger tits! 

"Gee, I wish Dad and that Gloria bitch wouldn't ever come back," Holly 
sighed suddenly. "We have a much better time all alone-and I sure don't want 
to live in the same house with her!" 

"Oh, come on, Hoi," her brother managed to say. "Don't get yourself all 
worked up about it till you've at least met her. I don't like Dad getting 
married any better than you do, but it's only fair to give her a chance." 

Although Holly knew that her brother was undoubtedly right, somehow the very 
thought of Gloria McDonald caused unreasonable hatred to rise in her chest. 
It was also terribly frustrating to have her brother talking in that low, 
rational tone when she herself was seething inside, not only with emotions 
against her new stepmother but with ever-growing desire for her brother. 

"Well, I think I've seen about all I need to of that fat slut," she began, 
hoping to get a rise out of the dark-haired boy beside her on the dock. "Did 
I tell you what I saw them doing down in the rec room when they thought I 
wasn't home?" She paused, hoping Kevin would evince some enthusiasm, but he 
continued to stare fixedly at the Soderberg's powerboat moored alongside the 
pier. 

"Well, they were naked-or just as good as-and Daddy was sucking on her big 
boobs," Holly continued more vehemently. "It was disgusting, really it was! 
And she'd pulled her skirt up over her head so he could stick his fingers 
inside her pussy! And do you know what she was doing with her hands?" Once 
again Holly paused, sure from the expression on her brother's face that he 
was reacting to her words. 

"Shut up!" he said tersely. "I don't wanna talk about it, Hoi." He knew his 
face was beet-red, but he couldn't help it. Thinking of his father with that 
young, voluptuous redhead he'd married so unexpectedly always made him feel 
peculiarly disturbed, and lurid details of their sex life struck him as 
downright offensive. 

"But it's true!" Holly insisted, her eyes narrowing with lust as she gazed 
down at Kevin's rapidly swelling penis. They were both panting and groaning 
like ... like animals, and she had her hand right here-" As she uttered the 
words, Holly's small hand reached out to graze the full bulge in her 
brother's crotch. God, it felt so good-warm and pulsating like a little 
animal. "Ummmm," she breathed, looking up at her brother's shocked young 
face. 

"Holly-what the hell-" 

"You've got a hard-on, Kev," his sister purred, inching closer to him on the 
hard boards of the dock. She kept her little hand on the swollen 
protuberance, tightening her grip just slightly and watching with pleasure 
as his entire body stiffened and jerked in response. 

"Yeah-how the hell can I help it when you keep going on about stuff like 
that?" Kevin's voice trembled as he tried to get control of his emotions. 
"C'mon, Hoi, don't keep doing that!" 

He made a half-hearted attempt to remove her hand, but she had begun a 
gentle squeezing and up and down rubbing that felt so exquisite he just 
couldn't resist it. "Jesus Christ," he moaned. This was just like the 
feelings he'd been having in his dreams lately, only a thousand times better 
because it was real. 

"But you were big and hard like this before I said a thing about Dad," Holly 
whispered softly, insinuatingly. "You can't say you weren't!" 

Her face was contorted in a mask of yearning as she bent her face down over 
Kevin's, and he felt suddenly dizzy as her flowering perfume assaulted his 
nostrils. Her skillful manipulation of his penis was making it thicken with 
each lascivious squeeze of her fingers, and he was desperately afraid he 
would disgrace himself by cumming all over her hand. Waves of hot shame 
flooded over the youngster's body, but he felt too dazed to move even when 
his little sister's body was nearly on top of him, pushing him flat on his 
back on the wooden planks of the pier. 

"Holly, cut it out!" he gasped. "What ya trying to do? Oh, Goddd!" 

Kevin's protests faded into a frantic groan as the erotic excitement 
continued to build down in his groin. The unmistakable metallic sound of his 
zipper being pulled down grazed against his ears, and with a mounting sense 
of unreality, he watched her white fingers reaching through his open fly to 
touch the convulsively jerking thickness that thrust out in rigid relief at 
being free of the constraining fabric. On its mushrooming head a glistening 
drop of pre-cum secretion winked up at him. 

"No, Holly, cut it out," he panted again. "I'm gonna cum if you don't stop! 
I can't help it!" 

"But I don't want to stop," the young blonde purred, bringing her lips 
against his in a gentle kiss. "I want to make love with you ... I want it so 
bad I can't stand it! For as long as I can remember, I've been in love with 
you, Kevin!" 

This impassioned confession so startled the teenager that he couldn't think 
of a thing to say. Of course, he'd always had a special feeling for Holly, 
too ... but it wasn't something you admitted, at least not in a way like 
this! Holding his breath, he watched her obviously experienced hand sliding 
over the reddish-purple pole of his turgid penis, pulling the thick foreskin 
back with each downward motion to reveal his blunt cock-head then teasingly 
pulling it up again. 

"No, Sis," he gasped out at last. "We ... I mean, I wanna make love ... but 
we can't! It's incest!" 

Holly only bent down to kiss him again, this time snaking her eager tongue 
deep into his half-open mouth. Her grasp on his ever-swelling cock 
tightened. 

"NOoooo," he groaned into the warm cavern of her mouth. "Jesus, where'd you 
learn to treat a guy this way?" 

"It doesn't matter where ... and it doesn't matter if it's incest, either. 
The only thing that makes any difference is that you're a man and I'm a 
woman and we want each other! You do want me, Kevin, don't you?" 

A spasm of passionate need surged through the adolescent at his sister's 
words, and suddenly he realized that, whether or not it was wrong, he was 
going to let her have her way. To his intense excitement, her mouth moved 
from his lips to hover directly above his rampant hardness ... she was going 
to suck his cock! 

Just last night, in the privacy of her bedroom, Holly had performed this 
obscene act on her other brother, Alex. It had been wonderful, but all the 
while she'd been imagining she were with Kevin instead. And now she was ... 
they were all alone out here under the stars, and his beautiful penis was 
hard and thick and ready, just below her mouth! His cock wasn't quite as 
massive as his older brother's, perhaps, but it was just as excitedly 
throbbing. Without wasting another minute, the pretty blonde teenager darted 
out her tongue to lap gently across the smooth red cock-head, tasting the 
tiny droplet of lubricating moisture that danced on the tiny glans slit at 
its very top. 

"Aaaahhh ... ahhhhhh...." Kevin groaned in an agony of lustful pleasure. 
"You can't ... noooo!" 

But his protests sounded more like cries of encouragement, and Holly had no 
intention of stopping in any case. Ever-increasing waves of hot excitement 
churned deep in her taut-muscled belly at the acrid male taste of his 
pre-cum secretions, and her tongue circled faster and faster over the 
burgeoning cock-head. 

"Ggggoooddd ... your prick tastes so gooooddd!" she mewled as she readjusted 
her body, kneeling between her brother's spread-eagled legs so that she 
could better reach his pulsating thickness. 

A moment later, her small, warm mouth opened wide to swallow the whole 
jerking head of the boy's iron-hard penis. Her hands hooked in Kevin's jeans 
to yank them down over his hips then stroked the hard muscles of his stomach 
and thighs. Down in her own awakened vagina, the first moist drops of 
feminine excitement were seeping out onto the thin crotch band of her lacy 
panties. After all those lonely nights when she'd rubbed her then-virginal 
pussy and thought about her handsome, dark-haired brother, her deepest 
desires were finally being fulfilled. 

Below his sister's hungrily working lips, Kevin felt as though his entire 
body was about to explode into a thousand smithereens. Never in his fifteen 
years had anything this exciting happened to him ... not even close! Up 
until now no girl had so much as touched his young penis, and now his 
sister-his little sister who hadn't even had proper breasts last summer-was 
sucking his cock all the way down into her straining mouth in a way that was 
driving him absolutely wild with erotic delight. Where in God's name had she 
learned to use her mouth like this? And how many other guys had enjoyed her 
obscene oral caresses? 

Eyes popping out of his head in incredulous wonderment, the inexperienced 
youth watched Holly's moistly pink lips stretching farther and farther 
around his ever-thickening cock-shaft. Just ten minutes ago he'd been 
watching her lick her ice cream cone and imagining how she would look 
sucking a stiffened male penis instead. Well, now he knew-and reality was a 
hell of a lot better than fiction! 

Suddenly Kevin winced in apprehension as his little sister's fingers 
suddenly trailed down from his hips to slip between his legs and grope for 
the super-sensitive sacs of his blood-swollen testicles. He needn't have 
worried, for the blonde had been well-schooled in cock-sucking techniques by 
her eldest brother and scooped up his dangling balls as carefully and 
tenderly as if they'd been two frightened baby birds. Then she began to 
squeeze them very gently, rolling the resilient sacs around and around in 
her warm palms while pressing the soft pads of her fingertips against their 
sparsely-haired flesh in a tempo that matched the movements of her devouring 
lips. 

"Mmmmm," the blonde gurgled, raising her eyes to peer through the tousled 
strands of her golden hair up at her brother's lust-dazed expression. 

Somehow, her own excitement was intensified by the realization that Kevin 
was watching every one of her obscene movements in shocked fascination. It 
made her feel wickedly wanton, and she loved that feeling of being freed 
from all inhibitions and restraints. From Alex she'd learned the ecstasy of 
letting yourself become lost in the depths of passion ... only be giving 
everything inside you till you were a mindless mass of sensation-filled 
flesh could you give your partner total satisfaction. Of course the fourteen 
year old didn't understand the complexities of her emotions-all she knew was 
that something inside her drove her to gulp Kevin's penis as deep into her 
clasping throat as possible, to mewl and squeal in total abandonment. 

"MMMmmggghhh," she crooned again, the sounds muffled by the huge pole of 
heated male flesh that filled her mouth. "Your beautiful balls ... mmmmhhhh 
... soooo sooofffttt...." The dark-haired teenager was overwhelmed by the 
expression on his pretty little sister's features and the inhuman sounds 
bubbling from her throat. Grabbing for her soft hair, he shoved her 
passion-distorted face even harder against his spasming loins, oblivious to 
her anguished, strangled sobs as she gasped for air while he bucked his 
strong hips harder and harder against her desperately struggling mouth. 

"NNNNnnnaarrrggghh," Holly's voice echoed weirdly over the still surface of 
Silver Lake and Kevin's ramrod-like penis pounded deep into the very back 
reaches of her gagging throat. 

It was almost impossible to draw breath, but in spite of her acute 
discomfort, the young girl was still sucking enthusiastically on the 
blood-engorged cock. Her head bobbed wildly as he plunged the pulsating 
thickness down as far as it would go, then pulled it up between her 
tight-clasping lips. In spite of the cool night breeze wafting over the 
lake, perspiration was running in thin rivulets down the blonde's flushed 
face and between her freely jouncing breasts beneath her white dress. Oh 
God, she thought wildly, he's fucking my mouth even better than Alex did! 

In some dim recess of his passion-crazed brain, Kevin Hansen was aware that 
his role had gradually changed to that of the aggressor. The normally 
mild-mannered youth felt a soaring, ego-building sense of power over his 
submissively slaving sister, and he began to fuck with all his might into 
her helplessly impaled little mouth. Just the perverted sight of her 
furiously flailing head and frantically stretching saliva-slickened lips 
drove him to a near-frenzy, and suddenly the boy's hands tugged roughly at 
his sister's skimpy little dress, tugging it up to her waist so that he 
could have the additional pleasure of watching her full, white buttocks 
bucking above his body, her tiny white panties clinging tightly to her 
cuntal crevice in a way that accentuated the lushness of her voluptuous 
hips. 

Then he clutched at her tangled blonde curls again, shoving her head down 
against his fire-filled loins with brutal force. 

"AAARRRRGGHHH!" his voice called out in an animal-like scream of lust, the 
sound echoing back from the far side of Silver Lake. Flicking his hips 
upward, he pushed with every ounce of energy in his healthy young loins, 
plunging his fire-filled cock-head down until it grazed the back of Holly's 
throat. Down in his balls which the madly sucking girl still cradled in the 
soft warmth of her hands, the aroused adolescent could feel the first 
stirrings of his pent-up sperm. 

"Suck it," he groaned, "Suck harder! I wanna cum ... cum in your mouth!" 

Her brother's obscene command made Holly's body quiver with a strange 
masochistic bliss. She continued her furious sucking movements, wrapping her 
lips like a tight elastic ring around his in-thrusting hardness and sinking 
her mouth down to the very base of Kevin's elongated cock. Each time his 
hands roughly pushed her face further down on his lewdly violating 
cock-shaft she thought she would surely choke on its impossible thickness 
... but with each punishing stroke, her excitement flamed higher. 

He's fucking my mouth just like a cunt, her mind whirled, sparks flying 
before her tightly closed eyes as the hardened penis crashed down again and 
again into her madly gulping throat. Oh, Kevin, Kevin ... fuck my mouth ... 
do anything you like to me ... use me ... FUCK MY MOUTH! 

As the lust-crazed thoughts circled swiftly across her brain, her uplifted 
vagina grew sticky and wet from her juices of desire. The crotch band of her 
thin panties, completely drenched by her secretions, felt indecently damp 
and cool in the night breeze. All at once Kevin's belly tightened, the 
muscles growing unbearably tense and his slim buttocks scrunching together 
as he strained for the ecstasy of his very first orgasm with a woman. 
"OOOOAAAOOOHHH! NOW! NOW! CUUMMMIINNNGGG!" he howled. 

Holly sputtered and choked as hot streams of sperm came bursting out of the 
deeply embedded end of her brother's penis, splashing the walls of her 
cock-stuffed mouth and throat with scalding liquid fire. His whole body 
spasmed beneath her, jerking wildly as each never-ending jet of his long, 
pent-up cum spilled into her violated orifice. 

It seemed an eternity before the fourteen year old blonde felt her brother's 
loins fall limp and quiet beneath her, his rapidly deflating penis slipping 
from her slackened lips with a lewd little sluicing sound that rang out loud 
and clear in the silence that followed Kevin's impassioned cries of orgasmic 
release. A shiver ran along the boy's body as if he hated to see her 
relinquish her warm hold on his satiated cock, but Holly's body above him 
began to churn much more violently as she was infused with an implacable 
desire. 

Opening her eyes, she raised her face, and in an unconsciously obscene 
gesture licked away the little threads of drying cum that clung to her lips 
and chin. Then, eyes glowing with a wild, wanton light, she whipped off her 
damp little panties and tossed them onto the dock behind her. Since her 
dress was already bunched up around her willowy waist, she didn't even 
bother to remove it before inching forward on her brother's panting body 
till her fully exposed pussy was positioned just over his youthful penis. 
For one electrifying instant, she let her lust-swollen clitoris graze over 
its warm flesh then pulled herself away again to grapple with his clothing. 

With eager, careless urgency, she yanked his jeans and jockey shorts all the 
way over his hips and down his long legs, flinging them behind her in the 
same direction she'd tossed her panties. The white cotton Jockey shorts 
missed the dock and began to float in toward the breakwater, but Holly, 
preoccupied with removing Kevin's tennis shoes and socks, never even 
noticed. As she undressed her brother, her cat-like green eyes remained 
glued to his deflated penis ... sure enough, as cool night air struck his 
naked body and he realized vaguely what she was doing, the slender rod began 
to shoot into a new erection. 

"Unnnnggghh," Holly heard him moan deep in his chest as she once again 
straddled his slim hips and let her hair-fringed pussy crevice slide along 
his stiffening member. Suddenly his eyes flew open, and then his hands were 
tugging her stretchy nylon dress up over her head so that his younger sister 
was completely naked. Without a moment's hesitation, he grabbed at the 
softly swaying mounds and pulled them down into his mouth. 

Little whimpers spilled from the tousle-haired blonde's aching throat as her 
brother's teeth sank gently into the sensitive bud of her nipple and his 
fingers kneaded the white mounds of her breasts as though he were shaping 
loaves of bread. Lifting her loins slightly upward, she reached down between 
Kevin's naked legs to grasp his once-again-throbbing penis and run its 
swollen head over the well-moistened slit of her vagina. It felt so 
wonderful, all the better for the long wait while she masochistically sucked 
at his cock! "Oooohh, Kevin," the squirming girl groaned in helpless 
excitement. "Fuck me, Kev ... fuck me ... pleezzzzze!" 

As she cried out her passion, Holly let her fire-filled vaginal entrance 
sink down over the blunt, smooth head of her brother's rock-hard thickness. 
Her tautly jouncing buttocks bucked down against his groin, driving his 
spearing penis deep up into her quivering cuntal depths. This was a new 
sexual position for her as well, one she'd not experimented with during her 
sessions with her other brother, and a shiver of delight surged through her 
as she felt Kevin's penis shoot unexpectedly deep into her clasping vagina. 

The sight of his fair-haired sister's body rocking so obscenely over his 
pleasure-filled body drove the teenage boy to new heights of excitement. 
Thrusting up into her butter-soft pussy, he began to fuck upward with an 
energy that seemed extraordinary considering his recent ravishments of her 
mouth. 

Holly, half-sobbed in ecstasy and continued undulating frantically around 
the impaling shaft of cock-flesh, her breasts bouncing above his chest and 
her hair flailing around her head like a demonic sort of halo. Yes, yes, 
yes! This was what she'd yearned for ... what she'd needed for so long 
now.... 

"Fuck me ... fuck me ... fuck me...." she chanted between chattering teeth 
as her voluptuous body lurched over Kevin like a female jockey urging her 
racehorse over the finish line. 

Each time the elastic tightness of Holly's burning vagina descended over the 
rigidly throbbing male hardness, her inflamed clitoral bud pressed against 
the boy's hard groin. The dual stimulation drove her into a near-frenzy of 
passion, and her strong cuntal muscles began to suction his penis as though 
she was trying to draw it up right inside her belly. Up and down she rode, 
mindlessly straining for the shattering climax which she could already feel 
teasing at her sensual young body, and Kevin reciprocated with the smooth, 
rhythmic lunges that scraped at the spongy surface of his sister's sensitive 
cervix. 

My first cunt! I'm fucking my very first pussy! the fifteen year old's mind 
cried in obscene triumph. His sister's vaginal sheath was convulsing around 
his plunging penis now, first widening, then squeezing at his achingly 
surging cock. I'm gonna cum again!" he realized suddenly. Gonna shoot my 
load all over her hot little cunt! Christ, this feels even better than her 
mouth! 

"Aaaggghh ... ahhhhh ... ooohhh, FUCK!" Holly's lust-frenzied cries rang 
over the lake as her naked body began to spasm and shudder above her 
brother's. "Fuck me hard ... hard ... Ohhh, give me your cum ... your 
cummmmm ... YEAH!" 

All at once, Kevin felt his second orgasm about to break over his straining 
body, and with a superhuman effort he locked his muscular arms around his 
sister's bucking body and rolled her over. Now she was flat on her back on 
the weathered gray planks of the wooden dock, and he was slamming into her 
from above, conquering her passion-shuddering loins, ravishing her with his 
demoniacally fucking cock. Then a high-pitched animal shriek burst from her 
lungs, and her legs locked tightly around her brother's back as her body 
went completely rigid then began jerking and thrashing in out-of-control 
orgasmic ecstasy. 

Half a second later, Kevin's blood-engorged testicles finally exploded their 
fiery load of seething cum. The hot jets spurted in turbulent streams down 
through his still-pistoning penis to splash high up in Holly's insanely 
suctioning cuntal depths, and the violence of his own climax burned through 
every cell in his body like liquid lightning. 

"CCUUMMMIINNGGG!" his voice rang out in triumph. It was a loud, deep voice 
... the voice of a man. "Cum with me, Sis! Nowww!" 

Brother and sister clung to each other for long minutes, their naked bodies 
shaking rapturously against each other as streams of thick, life-giving seed 
continued to spill from the youth's virile penis. At last, totally satisfied 
for the first time in his life, Kevin rolled heavily away from the quivering 
blonde's body and gazed down in awed pride at her sprawled-out figure. Thin 
rivulets of his own sperm trickled down her full thighs, and the golden 
curls of her pussy mound were matted with his semen as well. 

Falling back upon her exhausted body, he planted a heated kiss on her 
passion-twisted mouth. Holly opened her eyes and smiled tenderly at her 
brother, and then they both laughed shakily. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Hank stood in the doorway of the big double bedroom, his eyes shining with 
pride as he adjusted his tie and shifted his leather briefcase from his left 
hand to his right. I must be the luckiest guy in the world, he congratulated 
himself, letting his eyes play one last time over the curvaceous form of his 
wife of one month before he left for the office. 

Gloria was sitting up in the wide double bed, her voluptuous figure draped 
in a transparent cloud of sea-green chiffon and her long red hair tied back 
in a velvet ribbon of the same color. Through the lacy bodice of the gown, 
he could just make out her magnificent breasts with their little red nipple 
buds peaking seductively against the filmy fabric. Even early in the 
morning, before putting on her make up or drinking her coffee, his young 
bride looked fresh and alluring. 

The successful businessman felt a pang of regret that he'd not had time to 
make love to his new wife this morning ... but Christ, when he had to get up 
at 6:30 to drive all the way to Grand Rapids for an early appointment, it 
was awfully difficult to feel amorous. 

Lately, ever since the recent court ruling limiting mortgage loans, business 
had been more nerve-wracking than ever. So far, Hansen Holiday Homes Inc, 
hadn't taken a profit cut, but this was only because he'd expanded the scope 
of his real estate offerings and had taken a much heavier work load on his 
own shoulders in order to cut down on personnel costs. Today, for example, 
he was driving all the way up north to personally show an old farmhouse and 
orchards to some weird, long-haired characters who wanted to start a 
bio-dynamic farm. Jesus Christ! Two years ago, he couldn't give those old 
places away, and he'd never even have dreamed of dealing with "hippies". 
Still, money was money? and this crowd paid cash, despite their peculiar 
appearance and strange sexual arrangements. 

The more Hank saw of today's young people, the more thankful he was that 
he'd sent his two teenage sons away to a strict boy's school. Sure, 
seventeen year old Alex was turning into a real lady-chaser, but that was 
normal ... every red-blooded American guy needed to sow a few wild oats. It 
was this funny business about group sex and all that worried the father. One 
woman for one man-that's the way it was meant to be, and all these far-out 
ideas be damned! 

The thirty-nine year old man was so preoccupied in his thoughts that he 
never noticed the woebegone expression in Gloria's violet-blue eyes, nor the 
nervous way her fingers were twisting the satin drawstring of her 
provocative gown. Smiling in the general direction of her ripely straining 
breasts and blowing her a kiss, he pulled open the bedroom door. 

"Bye, honey," he glanced at his watch. "Have a nice day." 

As he made his way down the stairs, Hansen's mind was already at the office. 
Ever since he'd let his full-time secretary go in favor of a college girl 
who would type letters and contracts for a nominal fee at home, he'd been 
plagued with paper-work problems. Where, he asked himself now. had he stuck 
the goddamn Reingold farmhouse folder? He was halfway out the front door 
before he realized that footsteps were hurrying after him and turned to see 
Gloria padding barefoot toward him, her full breasts jiggling like ripe 
green melons beneath her chiffon nightgown. 

"What's the matter, darling?" he asked, once again checking his watch. 
Damn-he was going to be late for that appointment! 

"Wait a sec, Hank," the redhead called breathlessly. 

"But I'm late, honey. Can't it wait till-" 

"Oh darling," interrupted Gloria, "can't I come to your office and help 
today. There's nothing much to do here, and I'd like to help out." 

"Don't be silly, Gloria! I've told you before that my lovely little wife's 
place is at home taking care of the kids and yourself. I earn good money so 
that you don't have to go to a job-you agreed that you wanted to quit before 
we got married, remember? What's made you change your mind all of a sudden?" 

The young woman sighed inwardly. It was certainly true that she'd been more 
than happy to leave her tedious, underpaid job at the insurance office 
downtown ... but in retrospect it seemed far preferable to sitting around 
here with those three full-grown monsters he called "kids". Yet somehow she 
couldn't bring herself to tell him that his sons and daughter had made her 
life a living hell ever since they'd returned from Acapulco last week. 

"Nothing's wrong, " Hank darling," she demurred. "I just thought that ... 
that you seem so busy and all ... and I ... I.:. " Her words trailed off 
uncertainly as her husband's face clouded over in hurt irritation. 

"Don't you worry your pretty little head about anything," he spoke more 
gruffly than he'd intended because his pride was hurt by the all too true 
assumption that business was bad. "Everything at work is fine, just fine! 
Nobody can say that I'm not taking good care of my family!" 

"Of course, dear," Gloria lifted her lush red lips for a good-bye kiss, then 
watched from the front steps as he walked toward his big car and drove off 
on the direction of town. Even when he was out of sight she remained where 
she was, staring dully at the rather neglected rosebuds edging the flagstone 
sidewalk. Perhaps she should take up gardening ... certainly she wasn't 
going to pass the time by "taking care of the kids", since the three 
teenagers obviously considered her the most despicable specimen of humanity 
they'd ever laid eyes upon. 

Once again the possibility of discussing the problem with Hank crossed her 
mind, but as before, she dismissed it as hopeless. He would just think she 
was over-sensitive and imagining things, for the moment he walked in the 
front door the children morphed into perfect angels. "Yes, ma'am," 

"No, thank you, ma'am," they'd simper with broad smiles on their innocent 
faces; but as soon as their father was out of hearing, her, the smiles 
twisted into sneers and her name was shortened to "Glo"-an innocent nickname 
which they somehow managed to make sound obscenely insulting. 

Sighing softly, the curvaceous twenty-two year old bride entered the large 
well-furnished split-level that was now her home. It was a lovely house, and 
Hank was a good, kind man ... everything would have been perfect if the 
stepchildren hadn't immediately started things off on the wrong foot by 
hating her before they even knew her? Of course, she'd not expected them to 
accept her as a mother right away, but she'd hoped that they could at least 
be friends. After all, she wasn't so very much older than they were.... 

Her mind a welter of tangled problems, Gloria entered the spacious master 
bedroom and plopped down in front of her dressing table. Suddenly a loving 
scent of perfume wafted dizzyingly across her nostrils, and when her eyes 
followed the odor to its source she saw that her new bottle of expensive 
French perfume which she'd bought especially for her wedding and honeymoon 
lay shattered on the floor of the closet. Not again! Oh God, why did they 
want to torment her like this? What had she done to deserve it? 

For a long moment she stared at the spillage, then picked up her hairbrush 
with a sigh. Let the cleaning lady take care of it, she decided wearily, not 
wanting to have anything more to do with the children's cruel trick. And 
then her hand froze as she realized that her brush was coated with something 
sticky ... honey! The sweet substance was all over her long auburn hair now, 
gumming it together in thick clumps. 

"Damn!" she stood up so forcefully that the dressing table chair toppled 
over behind her. "Damn those little brats!" Grabbing up her tube of shampoo, 
the furious woman headed across the hall to the bathroom and started to peel 
off her sea-green nightgown. Then, as an afterthought, she carefully locked 
the bathroom behind her; it would be just like those horrid children to come 
barging in while she was stark naked. She especially didn't trust the oldest 
one, Alex, who kept giving her undressing looks at disconcerting times such 
as in the middle of dinner. 

The blond adolescent was handsome, Gloria thought as she stepped under the 
relaxing spray of the shower, she had to give him that much. He looked just 
as his father must have at his age, but with a more mischievous gleam in his 
deep green eyes. Kevin and holly were attractive youngsters, too, but their 
teasing was cruder. There was no doubt in her mind that the fourteen year 
old girl had been the one who broke her perfume and coated her hairbrush 
with honey this morning, for example; Alex's acts against her were more 
subtle. 

But maybe it's my fault too, she thought as she stepped out of the tub. I'm 
not understanding enough ... not warm enough toward them. After all, it 
can't be easy having a stranger in your house all of a sudden, and they're 
just having a little fun with me. It's probably natural ... and if I'm 
really honest with myself, I have to admit that it's Hank who's worrying me 
the most. 

The terrycloth towel rubbing over her full breasts made them tingle, and 
Gloria looked down at her tautening red nipples in half-pride, half-shame. 
All her life the redhead had been plagued by comments and unwanted interest 
in her unusually large breasts. But they were firm and unsagging in spite of 
their size, and ultra-sensitive beneath a man's caressing touch, it was too 
bad that, since the initial energetic honeymoon lovemaking, Hank had seemed 
to forget that foreplay was half the fun of the sexual act. All during this 
past week it had been impossible for her to achieve an orgasm, for he'd just 
plunged into her a few times, ejaculated, and then rolled over to sleep 
while she lay awake burning with frustration. And in the mornings, when she 
really loved intercourse most, he was always nervous and in a hurry to get 
off to the office. 

As she ran a comb through her newly washed hair, the young woman saw that 
her face looked as tense and unquiet as she felt inside. Even so, though, 
she still looked not one day older than her twenty-two years ... seventeen 
long years less than her new husband ... it was really depressing. Was it 
because Hank was so much older that his sexual techniques were so boring? 

Every time she tried to inject some of the enjoyable variations she'd picked 
up from former boyfriends, he made a corny comment about how much he loved 
her, then eased back into the same stupid old missionary position. 

Who wants to make love in the same old way every single night? she thought 
resentfully. Especially when he doesn't seem to realize that it takes some 
time for me to be satisfied, too. At least when we were first going out he 
used to feel my breasts and all.... 

Outside in the hallway she could hear her stepdaughter's shrill voice, 
followed by a loud male guffaw. Probably telling them about the hilarious 
way she made a fool out of me this morning, Gloria surmised correctly. Well, 
I'm glad someone around here has something to laugh about! 

The voluptuous naked woman stood with her ear pressed to the bathroom door, 
not wanting to venture out of the privacy of the chamber until the children 
were well out of the way. To her relief, three sets of footsteps clattered 
down the stairs, the refrigerator slammed twice, and then there was the 
unmistakable sound of Alex's old car was followed by long minutes of total 
silence. 

This is absolutely ridiculous! she told herself sharply. Why in God's name 
should I be afraid of some silly teenagers? Yet still she remained for 
another minute in the bathroom before scurrying across the hall with a large 
towel clutched around her very feminine form. 

Once in the bedroom, her eyes ran irritably over the many clothes that Hank 
had bought her before they got married, her normally placid disposition 
replaced by a mood of extreme irritation. These sexy little sundresses would 
have been fine if she were sitting around at the Silver Lake Yacht Club, 
where she presumed the kids had gone, but so far no one had offered to take 
her along, and the idea of going alone and sitting there feeling like an 
intruder was utterly distasteful. Still, it had been awfully nice of Hank to 
get her all these pretty things ... it was wrong of her to feel so unhappy. 

I'll just have to do something about it, she resolved brightly, not quite 
sure just what she meant by "it". As far as Hank was concerned, she'd 
already tried everything she could think of: aphrodisiacal liqueurs and 
backrubs put him straight to sleep, as did romantic music and candlelit 
intimate dinners. And the stepchildren-well, how could she win them over to 
her side when they refused to talk to her? 

With a sigh, the voluptuous redhead closed her closet door on the racks of 
new outfits and instead extracted her old cut-off jeans from a bureau 
drawer. Whenever she got into these despondent moods, she'd found the best 
way to snap herself out of them was hard work. This morning she'd work in 
the garden, and this afternoon she'd tell Mrs. Culloden, the housekeeper, 
that she wanted to fix the family's evening meal. Pulling a skimpy halter 
top over the buttock-hugging shorts, the long-legged redhead made her way 
out into the sunshine. 

Maybe marriage isn't all so easy as I thought it would be, she told herself, 
lifting her head in determination, but I'm going to make it work! I have to! 

* * * 

Alex gunned his old VW bus out of the country club parking lot and headed 
for home. He was bored with hanging around by the pool drinking beers, and 
Holly and Kevin hadn't seemed at all anxious that he come out sailing with 
them. Those two had really gotten intimate lately, and the eldest Hansen 
sibling thought it was an excellent thing, at least so long as Holly 
continued to enjoy his own lovemaking from time to time. After all, it was 
only normal that the two younger kids would have more in common. Oh sure, 
he'd been a little pissed off at first when he found out about Kevin and 
Holly, but now that he'd thought about it logically and had seen how much 
more mature his younger brother was acting, he thoroughly approved of the 
new arrangement. 

As Alex drew closer to home, he stopped thinking about his brother and 
sister and gave his attention to someone who interested him more at the 
moment-his sexy new stepmother. Holly was a marvelous kid, a real 
Lolita-type ... but Gloria was the epitome of all the seventeen year old's 
dreams about what a woman should be. That long, flame-red hair streaming 
down her back ... those incredible breasts jutting out in front ... that 
wriggling little ass ... Jesus Christ! How on earth had his square old Dad 
ever married a hot little thing like her? 

A chuckle rose in his throat as he remembered the way Holly had tricked the 
young woman this morning, then died as he felt his throat choke at the 
thought of how she must have looked when she jumped into the shower to wash 
her hair. He'd give a hell of a lot to get a look at that babe in her 
birthday suit! 

Pressing down on the accelerator in unconscious eagerness, he began 
wondering what his young stepmother, did with herself all day long. Mrs. 
Culloden still took care of the house and food and all, just as she'd always 
done, and somehow he didn't see the redheaded beauty as the type who sat 
around reading or sewing or anything of that sort. The poor chick must get 
awfully bored ... maybe it hadn't been very decent of them to treat her so 
mean, although he had to admit that it was very amusing to watch how 
flustered Gloria was made by Holly's devious schemes. His little sister 
really did have it in for the curvaceous older girl Dad had married! 

I'll tell Hoi to cut out the funny business, he decided. And right now, III 
go in and tell Gloria we're sorry we've bugged her so much this past week. 
That's the least I can do, after we've been so rotten to her. And the poor 
kid's only a few years older than me-she's just an ordinary gal who happened 
to marry Dad and who doesn't deserve any of the shit we've been dishing out. 

Whistling cheerfully, the fair-haired youth parked his bus in the garage and 
sauntered toward the house in search of his stepmother. Before he'd reached 
the back steps, however, his gaze fastened on a shapely female form sprawled 
out on the grass at the far end of the yard, beside the biggest flower bed. 
A garden rake, watering can, and pruning shears lay on the green lawn beside 
her, but Alex scarcely noticed them as he concentrated his full attention on 
the ripe mounds of her upturned buttocks in the skin-tight denim shorts and 
her long, sculpted legs. 

"Wow!" he exclaimed softly, turning in his tracks and heading toward the 
apparently sleeping woman. Smiling to himself, he stepped quietly over the 
grass until he was standing above Gloria's prone figure. Her smooth back, 
half-exposed in the flimsy halter top, rose and fell softly, and the 
adolescent caught a tantalizing glimpse of the edges of her ivory-white 
breasts where the weight of her body had pressed them out of the tight 
blouse. 

Jesus! he thought. What wouldn't I give to get my hands on those magnificent 
knockers! 

Suddenly the tall boy turned and strode back toward the house, his mind 
filled with visions of Gloria's enormous breasts beneath his caressing 
fingers and mouth. A heated excitement was building deep in his loins, and 
Alex knew that something interesting was going to happen this afternoon ... 
he didn't know what, but something. As he stood before his father's 
well-stocked liquor cabinet deliberating just what sort of alcoholic 
refreshment would be most appropriate for this mysterious something, he 
could feel his virile young penis swell and jerk slightly inside his tight 
white summer slacks. 

His stepmother seemed the sort who would like sweet, fruity concoctions, and 
the teenager suddenly remembered something called a San Francisco which a 
friend of his at school had said was a sure hit with females who claimed to 
be light drinkers. The friend, who'd discovered this in Spain, claimed to 
have made it with three Scandinavian chicks at once after an afternoon of 
San Francisco. Grinning broadly, Alex began pouring liberal portions of 
vodka, gin and various fruit juices into tall glasses, added a few ice 
cubes, then reconsidered and dumped the contents into a large pitcher. 
Better to be prepared for an emergency, he told himself as he emptied the 
Smirnoff bottle into the pitcher. 

After selecting a rather romantic hit LP from a couple of years ago-make her 
think of the days when she was a free and easy single girl-Alex settled down 
on a wide lounge chair on the patio and turned the music up high enough so 
that the girl would be certain to awaken. Sure enough, before he'd finished 
his first San Francisco, she'd rolled over on the grass and was rubbing her 
eyes as she looked at him a bit fearfully. 

She thinks I'm playing another trick on her, Alex thought. Then his glance 
fell from her lovely face to her breasts, and he hurriedly gulped down the 
rest of his drink. Jesus! What a pair of boobs! Better than anything in that 
magazine he'd gotten hold of at school! Better, in fact, than anything he'd 
ever seen in his life! 

Although his cock was lurching in excitement at the sensual spectacle of his 
stepmother's half-naked loins sitting only a few short feet away from him, 
the sly adolescent planted his best boarding school smile on his face and 
crossed his legs to hide the swollen protuberance down between his legs. 

"Hi," he grinned, as though it were the most natural thing in the world that 
he should be sitting here beside her. 

"H-hi," stammered the young redhead, staring in bewildered uncertainty at 
the proffered pink-lemonade-like drink. What was this? Some new plot against 
her? 

"Peace offering," said Alex, pressing the cool glass into her hand and 
refilling his own from the tall pitcher on the grass beside him. "Listen, 
Gloria, I've been thinking about the way Kev and Holly and I've been 
treating you, and I wanna say how sorry I am. It must have been hell for 
you, and I promise I'll make the kids stop teasing you from now on." Lifting 
his glass to hers, he stared intently into her surprised-widened violet 
eyes. "Cheers, Gloria. Here's to you ... and to making this a real family 
from now on in!" 

Gloria lifted the drink to her lips, still half-expecting it to be filled 
with some vile tasting substance in spite of Alex's unexpected apology. To 
her relief, it tasted delicious ... cold and fruity, just the sort of thing 
she felt like after sleeping in the hot sun. 

"Th-thanks," she smiled hesitantly at the handsome boy. Once again, she 
noticed how much he resembled his father, and how well-developed his body 
was for a boy who'd just finished his third year in high school. 

"I don't want to excuse the way things have been around here," Alex 
continued in his most mature voice, the one he used to impress his teachers 
and other influential adults, "but I guess you realize how much of a shock 
Dad's getting married all of a sudden was to us. Well, not so much for me, 
of course ... I understand how a man feels ... but it was kinda hard for the 
little kids." 

"Oh, I do understand, really I do!" Gloria insisted, her spirits soaring. 
"Let's not mention it again-let's start all over from here, okay?" 

See! she told herself. You were silly to be so upset about nothing. 

By the time they had finished the pitcher of San Francisco, the young wife 
and her new stepson were good friends. It seemed so long to Gloria since 
she'd spoken with someone who was interested in the sort of music she 
liked-Hank preferred classical music to rock or jazz-or just joked and 
laughed with someone in a lighthearted manner. Although it seemed terribly 
disloyal even to think such a thing, the twenty-two year old redhead had to 
admit that even during her honeymoon in one of the most famous playgrounds 
of the world she'd not felt so relaxed and alive. Her husband was always so 
... serious ... so incapable of kidding around in the way his son did ... so 
distant from the world she knew. 

"You know, when you first handed me this stuff, I thought it was pink 
lemonade!" she giggled to Alex as they stood in the kitchen mixing up 
another batch of San Francisco. 

"Not a chance," he replied solemnly. "Bad stuff lemonade-never touch it!" 

The young wife laughed again, suddenly realizing that she was rather 
intoxicated when she heard how loudly her voice resounded in the empty 
house. 

"I feel so ... wicked!" she confessed. "I never drank in the middle of the 
day before!" 

"First time for everything," Alex declared as he dumped half a newly opened 
bottle of vodka into the pitcher. Then he began to hum along with the 
stereo, which was playing an old Beatles record. 

"This may be the last time, this may be the last time, this may be the last 
time, I don't know, know-oh-oh...." Gloria's laughter rang out again, but 
this time there was a pensive, almost bitter undertone. "The last time" ... 
it was a terribly depressing phrase, and she hated the idea that by marrying 
Hank she had put herself in a position of last times when she was only 
twenty-two. When Alex handed her a fresh and even more potent drink, she 
gulped it down so quickly that she began to feel dizzy. 

"You like the Rolling Stones?" Alex asked. "I really dig them." Without 
waiting to hear her reply, he put a new album on the record player. 

They were both sitting on the patio now-it seemed easier to be here, nearer 
the drink supply and the music. Since the other lounge was still out in the 
backyard where the boy had carried it earlier, they both sat on the 
remaining one. 

"Yes," the young stepmother replied, "They're so ... so sensual." 

Her own words echoed back to her as though from a great distance, and 
suddenly she found herself wondering just what she meant by the word 
sensual. Of the senses, of course ... and that was just exactly what was 
missing with Hank. Well, tonight she'd try something new ... she'd take his 
long hard cock between her lips and suck it until he understood that there 
were some things that were more exciting than this one-two-three-goodnight 
routine. She'd-"What's on your mind, Gloria?" Alex's voice interrupted her 
train of thought, and she swung around to stare at him, reddening 
involuntarily. 

Could her stepson read her mind? Suddenly the voluptuous young woman found 
herself blushing like a schoolgirl, and the more she tried to control it, 
the redder she felt her cheeks growing. Alex seemed to be sitting very close 
to her-it must be the alcohol that was distorting her sense of perception. 

"N-nothing," she stammered. Even to her own ears it sounded like an evasion, 
but how could she possibly tell him the lewd thoughts that had been 
formulating in her brain? Of course, she could make up some sort of lie-but 
somehow she just couldn't seem to think of anything except unsuitable things 
to reply. 

"Come on, Gloria!" the adolescent laughed, edging closer to her. "You got a 
look in your eyes that I can read blindfolded. You've been thinking about 
something sexy!" 

"Don't be silly!" she protested. "What a ridiculous idea." 

He's just teasing again, she told herself. Now don't let yourself get all 
upset about it. Act your age! But even as she cautioned herself, she knew 
that there was a strange glint in the boy's darting green eyes, and that 
there was something meaningful in the way he spoke to her, something quite 
different from last week's teasing. 

Alex could tell from his stepmother's reaction that she had indeed been 
thinking something very interesting, and he was determined to press the 
point. 

"Something 'bout you and Dad, I bet!" he challenged, and was rewarded by a 
guilty shiver and another fiery rush of blood to the provocative redhead's 
face. 

I can't let this youngster upset me like this! the young wife thought. It's 
absurd! "Why not?" she asked in a tone she tried to keep firm, but which 
nevertheless trembled weakly. "After all, we're married; we're bound to 
think of each other." 

"Yeah," Alex said meaningfully. "Yeah, I know how it is with newly weds!" 

"Well, I don't think it's any of your business!" Gloria downed the rest of 
her drink, then abruptly stood up from the chaise longue. The instant she 
did so, she realized that she'd made a mistake. Blood rushed to her head and 
her knees seemed to be made of water as the heat of the sun seemed to hit 
her like a blast from an open furnace. "I ... I feel ... faint...." she 
mumbled, then sank down on the canvas seat, half-falling into Alex's lap but 
unable to control her muscles any longer. 

God! Why did I drink so much? she agonized. Leaning back weakly, she allowed 
the youth to lay her flat on her stomach on the chair and to pull it over to 
a corner of the flagstone patio which was shaded by an overhanging shade 
tree. Oh, he was so strong ... she was glad he was there to take care of 
things ... even if he was embarrassingly outspoken at times, he was really 
very considerate ... and so good-looking, with that tousled golden-brown 
hair and athletic body. 

"There," Alex's voice seemed to echo over and over again, bouncing like a 
yoyo against her eardrums. "It's cooler here, and in a minute or two you'll 
be feeling fine." 

"Uummmmmmm," murmured the intoxicated woman. Ignoring the low voices of 
warning at the back of her brain, she allowed her scantily-clad body to fall 
back against the lounge and her eyelids to flicker shut. 

"Now just relax," Alex's soothing voice continued. "And get out of some of 
these tight clothes, so you can breathe better." 

As if in a dream, Gloria felt her leather sandals being unfastened. 
"Ummmmm," she breathed again. It did feel better with her feet freed from 
the tight shoes, and come to think of it, her jeans and halter were awfully 
snug, too. And of course there was nothing wrong with him just loosening her 
clothing ... after all, he was her stepson, and it wasn't as if anything bad 
could happen right in the middle of the patio! 

"Your feet feel so nice ... so small and soft," Alex's voice was so low that 
the older woman couldn't really understand what he said, but only heard his 
comforting tone. 

As the seventeen year-old took his stepmother's tiny white feet in his hands 
and began to massage them gently, he felt his hardened cock give a frantic 
thrust against his lightweight pants. He couldn't quite believe that this 
was really happening to him, but he was drunk enough to be reckless and 
uncaring of consequences. Up and up his hands worked without her voicing a 
protest, over her slim ankles and shapely calf muscles. Soon her breathing 
grew steady and slower, and he began to hope against hope that she was 
really falling into unconsciousness. 

For a few more minutes he continued working his trembling hands up the satin 
flesh of her legs, lingering on her full-fleshed thighs. They felt so softly 
resilient ... so wildly sensuous. Beads of perspiration broke out on his 
forehead as he considered how far he would be able to go with his father's 
new wife. She sure seemed to be ripe for a little amorous adventure.... 

Focusing his slightly blurred vision on the enticing space up between 
Gloria's full-fleshed white thighs, Alex noticed that, although the denim 
shorts fit like a second skin around her hips, they were loose enough around 
the crotch to allow him an enticing flash of transparent nylon panties. If 
he could work his fingers inside the cut-offs, it would be child's play to 
insinuate them under her panties and then titillate her to a point of 
arousal where she no longer knew nor cared who was fucking her. 

But she's your stepmother! his conscience cried, only to be drowned out by a 
much firmer and clearer argument. He'd felt a similar guilt twinge when he'd 
first made love to his little sister, Alex remembered, and yet when he'd 
ignored it and continued his seduction, it had turned out better than he 
could have imagined. Holly was much happier since he'd taught her about 
sex-no doubt about that. She no longer mooned about the house like a 
love-sick hamster, bursting into fits of uncontrolled giggles or tears at 
the slightest provocation. Instead, she acted far more womanly than any 
other teenage girl he'd ever known, including the Homecoming Queen from 
Kalamazoo High. 

And take Kevin ... he'd changed almost overnight from a shy, over-sensitive 
little kid into a self-assured young man. The three of them were truly close 
and loving now, no longer bothering to quarrel about petty things because of 
their newfound respect for one another as real people. No matter what the 
world might say about their sexual relationship, Alex knew in his heart that 
it wasn't an evil or immoral thing. 

Gloria didn't seem happy, so why not show her a few things about releasing 
tensions through good, healthy sex? Besides, his virile penis was throbbing 
painfully now, and he no more wanted to repress his body's needs than he had 
that first morning with little Holly. 

Within seconds, the youth's hands had snaked inside the loose legband of the 
half-unconscious redhead's short-shorts and was gently rubbing over the 
crotchband of her tiny pink nylon bikini panties. To his obscene delight, 
she was already well-moistened down there, and he could even feel the tiny 
nub of her clitoris pulsing out through the thin material. Breathing 
hoarsely, he circled the small clitoral bud a few times, then pushed his 
eager fingers underneath the elastic legband. 

The contact of Alex's heated finger against the exposed area of her most 
intimate flesh triggered something within the young wife's inebriated brain. 
Clamping her long legs together in a futile gesture of protest which only 
succeeded in trapping her stepson's insistent finger more tightly between 
her quivering thighs, Gloria jolted fully awake. 

Oh God, how could she have allowed such a terrible thing to happen-how had 
she been stupid enough to trust one of Hank's devilish children? But this 
was no youthful prank-this was deadly serious! 

"Aaaahhhhh!" she shrieked, trying to struggle off the lounge chair. "No! Let 
go of me! NO!" 

The moment the curvaceous redhead's body began to thrash away from his 
hands, Alex dropped the full weight of his heavy loins down on her legs. 
Even though she could still flail her head and turn her shoulders so that 
her fists whacked weakly against the sides of his head and neck, she was 
hopelessly trapped. 

"Come on, shut up!" he hissed down at her. "You want to show the neighbors 
how Dad's new wife spends her afternoons?" 

"God, Alex, STOP IT!" Gloria wailed, not even hearing his words in her 
frantic haste to escape. "Your father ... he'll kill you ... stop it ... 
stop it right this minute!" 

Alex couldn't have stopped himself now, not even if he'd wanted to. The 
soft, sensuous feel of Gloria's warm flesh pressing against his own 
hungering loins was sending his drunken mind into a state of see-sawing 
ecstasy. Cramming his hand all the way inside her panties, he aimed directly 
for the desire-dampened vaginal orifice and abruptly inserted first one, 
then two fingers. 

"Aaahhhhh ... oooohhhhh," the alcohol-glutted wife moaned as, despite her 
horrified shame, tremors of strange excitement shivered through her 
frustrated body. No! No! She didn't want to feel this way ... but there was 
nothing she could do to control it! When she tried to clench her thighs 
together, it only increased the sensations his obscenely invading hand was 
sending shooting throughout her body. 

As soon as he could feel his stepmother's body tingling with unwanted 
pleasure, the sexually experienced teenager began pumping his fingers into 
the clasping warmth of her tight vagina, at the same time further breaking 
down her resistance by crooning soft endearments artfully mingled with 
obscenities. Shoving his elbows between her tender-fleshed thighs, he pushed 
them apart to give his smoothly stroking digits more room for stimulating 
motions. 

"Ooohhh, Gloria ... your hot little cunt feels so beautiful ... doesn't it 
feel good to you, too? Don't you love it when I finger-fuck your beautiful 
pussy? Ohhhh, you're so wonderful ... you make me feel so gooooooddddd!" 

"Noooo!" Gloria groaned through tightly clenched teeth, trying with all her 
might to deny the waves of red-hot fire that were beginning to sing in her 
bloodstream. "Let go of me! Stop this, Alex-plllleeeezzzzeee!" 

The lust-crazed stepson paid absolutely no attention to the woman's piteous 
protests. Grinding his hugely swollen thickness down against her squirming 
leg, he kept up his lewd monologue. All he cared about now was getting his 
aching young cock into the delicious warmth of her hair-fringed vagina ... 
to tear off her encumbering clothing ... to sink his teeth into those 
beautiful breasts which he could now just barely glimpse smashed flat 
beneath her body ... to feast his eyes on the luxuriant growth of her 
fox-fur colored pussy hair, red-gold strands of which were curling around 
his in-thrusting fingers. 

"You sexy bitch!" he gasped. "How come you're so hot, Glo honey? Don't you 
get enough from Dad? That hot little pussy of yours can't get enough cock, 
can it?" 

A great rush of power swelled the adolescent's alcohol-distorted ego as the 
significance of what he was doing dawned on him full-force. He was 
finger-fucking his own father's wife, making her writhe in helpless 
submission before his greater masculine power ... and within minutes he 
hoped to be shoving his lust-burning penis right up into the voluptuous 
redhead's involuntarily clasping cuntal depths. His own stepmother! This was 
better than deflowering his little sister! 

As an overwhelming sense of his own powerful manhood surged through his 
loins, Alex's fire-propelled penis pulsated to such a painful state of 
erection that it was no longer possible to exert any control over it. 
Wrenching his fingers from Gloria's heated pussy flesh with an obscene 
sluicing sound, he grappled in a frenzy of insatiable lust with the zipper 
on his trousers. 

"Get ready for it, baby!" he roared triumphantly. "I'm gonna give that hot 
cunt of yours the fucking you've been needing." 

Gloria was in such a stupor of shock that for a moment the boy's obscene cry 
passed through her ears without registering on her brain. All she knew was 
his disgusting violation of her vagina which no man but her husband had the 
right to touch seemed to be finished, and that there was a strange hollow 
ache where his fingers had plunged relentlessly only second before. Then, in 
a sudden chilling wave of clarity, she knew what he intended to do to her 
helpless body. 

Rape! her 'alcohol-infused mind whirled crazily. Oh God, no! No! He wouldn't 
dare ... she was his own father's wife! 

Panic swept through her body like liquid fire, but intermingled with her 
terror was undeniable element of an emotion so shameful that it cleared 
Gloria's mind of most of its alcoholic haze. Shivering tremors of 
self-disgust raced through her body as she realized that deep inside she 
wanted him to rape her ... wanted to feel the ecstatic pressure of his 
rock-hard young penis battering into her until she was nothing more than a 
whimpering mass of orgasming flesh. Oh Christ, WHY didn't her husband ever 
do that to her? After the wonderfully pressuring fingers left her 
still-throbbing cuntal channel, she needed fulfillment so badly that she was 
ready to sink to animalistic s depths of degeneracy and fuck her own 
stepson! 

All her life the sensual redhead had been easily aroused to a feverish peak 
of sexual excitement-it was for this reason that during the months before 
marrying Hank she'd not really been aware that his lovemaking techniques 
were so hopelessly dull and unexciting. It was only after the initial 
flaming excitement of falling in love had passed that the bride had begun to 
feel dissatisfied. Yet never, never had she dreamed of falling so low as she 
had now. 

"Nnnnoooooooo!" she wailed, finally galvanized into frantic self-protection. 
"Don't you dare-you disgusting animal, you!" 

Alex leered drunkenly at his voluptuous stepmother. Her half-exposed body 
shone in the bright summer sunshine, and her full breasts heaved like living 
animals as she wrenched her head around to glare at him. 

"You know you want it as bad as I do-worse maybe, you horny little slut," he 
slurred. His eyes slid over her ripely curved figure in hungry 
desire-Christ, how he wanted this proud, beautiful female to be pleading for 
the punishing strokes of his aching penis! Caught off guard for this brief 
moment, he wrapped his turgid cock-shaft in both hands, pointing it 
menacingly at Gloria as he pulled the thick foreskin back and forth over the 
angry-red head. 

Suddenly Gloria rolled off the deckchair, her voluptuous body moving as fast 
as a flash of light as she scrambled into the kitchen and bolted the patio 
door behind her. 

"You monster! How dare you!" she screamed at the startled youth from behind 
the safely locked door. "You'll be sorry when I tell your father!" 

Alex Hansen glared at his stepmother, his green eyes shooting arrows of 
vengeful hatred as his huge erection slowly dwindled to a limp little 
balloon dangling uselessly between his naked legs. 

"You bitch!" he hissed through the screen door. "I ought to teach you a 
lesson you'll never forget!" 

Now that Gloria was no longer in the degrading face-down position beneath 
the strong male, her fear was replaced by angry outrage. Her violated pussy 
felt sore and shamefully damp, and the longer she looked at the handsome 
blond adolescent, the more she detested him. 

"Well, you can't!" she snapped. "And we'll see how you like it when your 
father hears about this!" 

The redheaded wife turned and started to flounce out of the kitchen to clean 
her violated body before Hank arrived home for dinner. Hopefully, a nice 
cold shower would remove all traces of inebriation and, most importantly, 
erase the horribly vivid sensations of in-thrusting fingers which still 
seemed to pulse in her unfulfilled pussy. Then she froze in her tracks as 
Alex's insolent voice called after her. 

"Are you gonna tell him how much you liked being finger-fucked, too?" he 
demanded, a cruel smile distorting his handsome features. "Or do I have to 
tell him that part?" 

"Oh-you ... you bastard!" Gloria spat out. "You're out of your mind! 
Completely out of your mind!" 

With that she fled up the stairs and into her bedroom, slamming the door 
behind her with a resounding bang that echoed loudly down in the patio. Alex 
stood staring after her for a moment, debating whether or not to rape her 
within an inch of her life ... maybe in the ass, too, just for good measure. 
No one made a fool of Alex and got away with it! 

But even in the throes of violent physical passion, the seventeen year old 
was intelligent. Within an hour, he knew, the housekeeper and his younger 
brother and sister would be coming home ... no, he'd wait for a better 
opportunity to humiliate his father's voluptuous bride. 

Anyway, he told himself as he sank down on the lounge which was still warm 
and smelled of feminine flesh, I've made my point. She can't deny to herself 
that she was like a cat in heat! I bet that sweet little pussy's throbbing 
and aching something fierce right now! 

Raising his two middle fingers to his nose, he took an intoxicating whiff of 
his stepmother's fragrant pussy juices. His own potent young penis jerked 
into another aching erection at the sensual odor, and he poured himself a 
tall San Franciscan as he settled down to await the arrival of his brother 
and sister. Holly'd take care of his turgid cock, and then the three of them 
would plan a really good scheme for paying back sweet Mrs. Hansen in the way 
she so richly deserved! 

 CHAPTER SIX 

It was almost four in the afternoon on a scorching hot July afternoon when 
Gloria finished packing Hank's suitcase and sank down beside it on the 
double bed, her burning forehead buried in her hands. Ever since two o'clock 
she'd been frantically preparing for this surprise business trip to 
Minneapolis, but it was neither the 101 degree temperature nor the hassle of 
packing at such notice that had creased the deep lines of worry in the 
pretty redhead's flushed face. 

"You really have to go, darling?" she called across the hall into the 
bathroom where Hank was shoving various toilet articles into a shaving 
carryall. "Really?" 

"I told you, Gloria," her husband's voice had a fine edge of irritation, for 
he was getting just a little tired of the way his new wife seemed afraid to 
be alone in the house. "This is important ... it could mean that Hansen 
Holiday Homes expand into Minnesota and Wisconsin!" 

He came into the bedroom, shaving kit in hand and shaving cream on chin, to 
plant a hurried kiss on his pretty wife's sad-eyed face. 

"What's more, baby, if this deal goes through we'll be able to afford to put 
in a swimming pool. How's that sound on a hot day like this?" 

But Gloria was far too worried to be placated by promises of further luxury; 
in any case, she'd never learned to swim, and would be horribly embarrassed 
to have to admit it to his formidably athletic offspring. 

"Fine, dear," she clung to him, tears brimming up behind her large purple 
eyes. "Can't I go with you then, Hank? Please? I hate being here alone!" 

The tall man pulled away from his wife's clinging figure and stared down at 
her in astonishment. "Don't be ridiculous, honey," he glanced at his 
wristwatch, a habit she was growing to loathe, "you know the plane's leaving 
in half-an-hour, and there's only one direct flight a day from Kalamazoo to 
Minneapolis. Besides, you won't be alone-the kids'll be company for you." 

Turning away from her woebegone face, he began to fumble in his closet for a 
clean business shirt and tie. It's nice that she misses me and all, he 
thought, but this is really going to extremes! 

The kids! Gloria thought bitterly. I'd rather be marooned on a desert island 
with nothing to eat but coconuts and seaweed than be with those children of 
his. Better bloodthirsty cannibals than Alex's brazen leers and risque 
remarks that made her vagina throb with unwanted heat in memory of that 
humiliating afternoon one short week ago. 

For the past eight days, she'd spent as little time in the house as 
possible, inventing useless errands in Kalamazoo and other nearby towns and 
taking to sitting around at the Country Club for lack of anywhere else to 
go. Even though Kevin and Holly were acting more polite, and the cruel 
tricks had come to an end, she simply could not bear to be in the vicinity 
of the eldest son whose every comment made some veiled reference to their 
guilty secret. 

The only moments of freedom she'd enjoyed this past week were when she and 
Hank were alone in their bedroom. Even then, she was so conscious of the 
resemblance between father and son that she found herself thinking of Alex's 
virile young body each time Hank's clock-like one-two-three-ejaculation 
lovemaking began. He kept saying how exciting it was that she seemed so 
eager and turned-on in bed lately, and it made her sick with guilt to 
realize that this was only because in her mind's eye she was seeing the body 
of his eldest son. 

"What's wrong with me?" the tormented question slipped unbidden from her 
lips, and Gloria started in surprise as she heard her own low murmur of 
despair. 

"What's that, dear?" Hank turned from the dresser mirror where he'd been 
trying to knot his tie. With his hair tousled from the shower and his face 
flushed from the heat, her husband looked more boyish than ever, and his 
young wife felt a rush of loving tenderness and an even stronger wave of 
shame at her own unfaithfulness. He's so good and kind, she thought 
contritely. What sort of wife am I when I think of that vicious boy while we 
make love? Something must be wrong with me! I'll have to make myself stop! 

"I said, let me give you a hand with that," she lied as she stepped quickly 
toward him, With deft fingers, the auburn-haired beauty adjusted her 
husband's clothes, then gratefully let him gather her into his arms. 

"I like this dress," he whispered. "You look so cute in low necks like 
that." With one finger he traced the scoop neckline of Gloria's mint green 
mini-dress. "I hate leaving you too, darling," he added tenderly. "But I'll 
be back in three days at the latest, and then we'll have another wonderful 
night like last night!" 

"Oh Hank, don't worry about me," Gloria buried her flame-colored hair in his 
broad chest, seeking comfort from the warm strength of his body. "But do 
hurry back ... because I'll miss you and I love you so much. Promise it 
won't be more than three days!" 

"Cross my heart and hope to die, like the kids used to say," he laughed, 
kissing her again before shutting the suitcase and picking up his sports 
jacket. "Now come on, darling, let's get a move on or I'll be missing that 
plane. 

Gloria drove Hank into the Kalamazoo airport, which lay on the opposite side 
of the city from their suburban home. They kissed passionately again at the 
airport, and she waved frantically until the plane was a mere silver speck 
in the glaringly blue sky. But as she headed out to the parking lot and got 
into the Lincoln Continental, her spirits plummeted back down to the ground 
at the thought of returning to the house which she was growing to loathe. 

For a few hours she wandered around in the downtown shopping district, 
window-shopping in the flower-filled mall and picking up odds and ends of 
clothing which she really didn't need. By five-thirty when the shops were 
shutting, she still couldn't summon up the courage to return home, so she 
stopped at a large supermarket and got lots of groceries, even though she 
knew Mrs. Culloden preferred to do her own marketing. 

I'll tell her I'd like to start making the evening meals, at least, Gloria 
decided. If I'm busy doing something like cooking, I won't feel as flustered 
around the kids. And maybe Alex will think of me more as a mother and stop 
acting so disrespectful. 

Making the decision to start doing something more than just lying around 
sunbathing at the club and taking showers at home made Gloria feel more sure 
of herself. Her enthusiasm for gardening had been quelled at the onset by 
the dreadful events of the first afternoon, but maybe now she'd do something 
about those scraggly roses after all. Perhaps plant some berry bushes, too 
... after all, she was a married woman now, and should start acting more 
womanly. Then all these silly thoughts and peculiar physical sensations 
would vanish of their own accord-hadn't she read in the Ann Landers column 
that scrubbing floors was a good way to get rid of unwanted sexual feelings? 
Well, if necessary she'd scrub every inch of the four-bedroom split-level on 
her hands and knees! 

Once she was clearer in her own mind about the way her marriage was going, 
she'd feel able to visit her old friends again. As it was, she'd been too 
embarrassed, knowing that they'd ask questions that would require evasive 
half-lies. One thing the young redhead had never been good at was lying; she 
believed that honesty was the best policy in all human relationships, and 
that was why this guilty secret about Alex tormented her so much. Why, she'd 
even found it difficult to write to her elderly mother lately. 

But now, she reminded herself, that's finished! Now I start really trying to 
be the wife Hank deserves! 

Somehow, however, the moment she entered the house her good intentions began 
to dissolve. Dour-faced Mrs. Culloden was in the kitchen washing up the 
supper dishes, and she accepted the groceries without a word of thanks. 

"I'll have to change my menu plan, I see," she sighed, heaving her shoulders 
as though the burdens of the world rested on their hefty breadth. "Holly 
tells me they'll not be eating till later, so there's cold cuts and potato 
salad in the fridge. I'm taking off early to see my sister's niece's 
daughter's wake." 

Gloria escaped from the melancholy Scotswoman without making her brave 
little speech about taking over some of the cooking chores. Tomorrow, she 
assured herself, that's soon enough to start. 

As she hurried through the silent house with her bags of purchases, the 
stepmother wondered where the children could be, and why they'd requested a 
late supper. Perhaps they were still at the club, and were bringing back 
friends later. Come to think of it, it was odd that neither Kevin nor Holly 
seemed to have any interest in other children their age ... and Alex, though 
he had occasional dates, never really hung around with a crowd of boys the 
way she remembered her younger brother doing. The three of them seemed 
perfectly satisfied with one another's company. 

Anyway, she told herself, for once maybe I can have some peace and quiet. 
I'll take a nice bath with some of that new jasmine bubble bath I bought in 
town, and then I'll get lots of sleep so I'm full of energy tomorrow. 

The exotic fragrance of her sudsy tub lulled the redhead's jangled nerves, 
and soon she was feeling hopeful and contented as she lay half-asleep 
dreaming of a better tomorrow. Suddenly there was a loud, piercing wail that 
seemed to come from all corners of the house at once, followed by an eerie 
staccato tone that set the naked stepmother's teeth on edge. For a moment 
she couldn't imagine what the noise could be-perhaps a burglar alarm she'd 
not heard about; Hank was the cautious type-but then she suddenly remembered 
the electronic music album Alex had played that afternoon before he turned 
into a vicious, sex-crazed animal. She'd told him then that she hated that 
kind of music-and she certainly didn't like it one bit better when it was 
blasting from every stereo speaker in the house. 

Damn them! she thought, stepping out of the tub to rummage through the 
medicine cabinet in search of cotton wool to plug in her ears. So they're 
starting up with their dreadful tricks again as soon as their Dad's out of 
town. 

Although her calm and peaceful mood was destroyed by the unearthly music, 
Gloria determined to try to sleep anyway. Hopefully the kids couldn't stand 
the volume of music for much longer than she herself, and anyway, she was 
certainly not going to give them the satisfaction of complaining. Slipping 
across the hall to her bedroom, the frazzled twenty-two year old donned her 
skimpiest nightie and pulled the sheet over her head. 

This was her first night in the big king-size bed without the warmth of 
Hank's large body beside her, and even without the added irritant of the 
ear-splitting electronic music, she'd probably have felt a little strange. 
As it was, she felt downright "freaked out", as Alex would say. She tossed 
and turned, her entire body seeming to be composed exclusively of raw nerve 
endings. Even the light lace fabric of her lavender baby doll pajamas 
irritated her over-sensitive skin. 

"Those damn brats!" she muttered under her breath. "I can't imagine how a 
nice guy like Hank was cursed with such impossible children!" 

Perhaps they got it from their mother, who from the sound of it had been 
pretty dreadful. Anyone who would run off and abandon her three little 
children must have a really evil, cold streak in her personality, just as 
the kids seemed to have. But then, Alex was really a carbon copy of his 
father, except for his lighter, more modishly styled hair and youthfully- 

"No!" Gloria checked her thoughts. There I go again-thinking about Alex. I 
won't do it! 

Yet try as the curvaceous redhead might, a vivid image of her oldest 
stepson's naked body danced before her sleepless eyes. The golden hairs on 
his deeply tanned chest ... the strong, sinewy muscles in his athletic hips 
and groin ... the impressive girth of his fully matured penis ... I have to 
stop this! she despaired. What in God's name is wrong with me, anyway? Why 
don't I think about Hank this way? Why his son? 

Suddenly someone changed the record, and the high-pitched electronic 
dissonance was replaced by the hypnotic beat of wild Moroccan music. This 
was even worse than before! It was absolutely impossible to think of 
sleeping through this fracas. 

Impulsively, the redhead jumped out of the wide double bed, threw on a 
purple silk robe, and dashed from her bedroom. As she charged through the 
house in search of the source of the noise-even in her own mind she refused 
to call that racket music!-her Irish temper grew by leaps and bounds. By the 
time she'd eliminated all possibilities but the recreation room in the 
bottom story of the split-level, she was as irate as the proverbial mad 
hatter. 

"I'll put a stop to this nonsense," she muttered through clenched teeth as 
she padded down the steps to the wood-paneled family room. "I'm their mother 
now, and they'll do as I say, or I'm calling the police. By God, I swear I 
will!" 

As the three conspiring teenagers heard the sound of their stepmother's 
bedroom door slamming angrily, they shot each other looks of lascivious 
anticipation. Already, they were stark naked in preparation for this moment, 
and now Holly reached for the pale pink jar of "Love Lotion" which stood on 
top of the stacks of records. 

"I thought that African stuff would get her up!" she chortled. "C'mon, Kev, 
let me rub it on your first, and then you do me. But hurry-she'll be down 
here real fast, I bet." 

Kevin Hansen's potent young penis stood out hard and stiff as a flagpole as 
his little sister began quickly massaging his eager body with the 
exotic-scented lubricant. In a moment, he'd lain her flat on her back with 
her golden curls fanning out behind like an angel's halo and her 
sparsely-covered pussy mound beckoning like a golden light down between her 
splayed-out legs. God, she was so beautiful ... and the sexiest chick he 
ever hoped to know! 

"Ready to go?" grinned the eldest brother Alex from his strategic position 
near the stairway. "I think I can hear 'Mom' running through the living 
room. You guys oughta be balling like crazy when she walks in here-blow her 
eyeballs right outta their sockets!" 

Holly smiled back at the tall blond youth, her green eyes glinting with lewd 
excitement. "I'm so ready I feel like I could cum in ten seconds!" she 
declared. "Gee, Al, it's really a weird feeling to think of fucking in front 
of someone else." 

"Yeah!" Kevin agreed, suddenly leaping to the floor where his sister lay on 
a soft furry rug and kneeling between her satin-soft thighs. "Especially if 
'someone else' means Mom!" 

Just today, the obscene trio had decided that the Love Lotion as visual 
impact and the "Mom" as oral impact would be the finishing touches on the 
plan they'd been hatching for the past eight days. By now, they'd savored 
this moment so often in imagination that they were as explosively excited as 
they'd ever been before in their young lives. Just as the sound of the door 
to the stairs opening reached their ears, Kevin flicked his strong young 
hips forward and plunged the mushroom-like head of his fully erect penis 
deep into his little sister's wantonly offered pussy. 

"Aaaaahhhhhhhh ... oooohhhhhhh...." the fourteen year old blonde moaned in 
ecstasy, and Alex flicked off the music. Little Holly's love cries beat any 
record he'd ever heard-and he wanted his stepmother to hear them, too! 

Kevin's eager groans mingled with his sister's to form a salacious chorus of 
lust, and the tantalizing sight of the two slickly glistening young bodies 
bucking and undulating in practiced rhythmic precision almost drove him out 
of his mind with impatience. Taking his long thickness in one hand, he 
massaged the rubbery foreskin back and forth over his painfully throbbing 
cock-head. So involved was he in the sheer carnal lust of the incestuous 
coupling going on before his eyes that he momentarily put Gloria, the 
intended audience for this lewd tableau, out of his thoughts. 

"Eeehhhhhhhh!" a shrill woman's scream split the air of the family room, 
rising high above the muffled groans and whimpers of the two youngsters 
writhing in mindless abandon on the floor. 

The horrified wail seemed to pump even more perverted energy into the loins 
of the two young teenagers, and their bodies began to rock together like one 
mass of ecstatic flesh. Alex, instantly infused with adrenalin at the sight 
of the voluptuous female he'd lusted after these past few weeks, grabbed 
both hands around the slim circle of her waist as she buried her flaming 
face in her arms and turned to flee up the stairs. 

"Where the hell do you think you're going?" Alex sneered. 

But the young woman was so infused with horror and fear that she somehow 
slipped from his hands and scrambled up the stairs, half-crawling as she 
strove to escape. Before the seventeen year old had quite comprehended what 
was going on, she'd reached the door leading to the kitchen and slammed it 
behind her. 

Alex rushed after her, his long legs taking the steps four at a time. Just 
as she was almost at the next flight of stairs leading to her bedroom, he 
grabbed her again, this time clutching her so hard that Gloria felt as 
though her ribs were cracking. 

"Oh God, noooooooo! NO! NO!" Gloria screamed again as she felt her muscular 
teenage son's arms grasping around her half-exposed body. "Let go of me! 
Don't put your filthy hands on me! Aaaaaaaahhhhhh!" 

"Cut the crap, Mom," Alex laughed, his blood racing like wildfire through 
his veins as he wrestled with the half-hysterical redhead, easily subduing 
her frantic struggles with his hard, lean body. "You've seen people fucking 
before-you're no blushing virgin!" 

"NNNOOOOOOOOO!" Gloria's hands flew to cover her ears, but Alex caught her 
wrists in a vise-like grip and forced her arms behind her back. His body 
pressed up against hers, the bulging head of his rampant cock rubbing 
against the silky material of her short nightgown as his mouth crushed down 
upon her open lips to muffle her yells. 

"Hey, Mom," he leered, his eyes roving over her magnificent body as he 
tugged her down the last two steps to the recreation room. "I see you came 
dressed for the party-that's some get-up! Figure-flattering!" 

The moment his lips left hers, the terrified stepmother once again opened 
her mouth to scream, but the youth's reflexes were too quick for her. Once 
again, he mashed his lips against hers, this time thrusting his tongue deep 
into her futilely resisting mouth. Simultaneously, he shoved against her 
with the full weight of his 190-pound body, knocking her to the carpeted 
floor. 

For a long second, Alex stood staring down at the now wildly weeping female 
form below him, his virile young penis pointing down at her strong and 
straight as a flagpole. The fact that his stepmother now knew the shocking 
limits of her family's incestuous depravity filled him with a lewd delight, 
and he was determined now to make this smug, self-righteous woman his father 
had married see that she wasn't one bit different from the rest of them. It 
shouldn't be too hard, if she was always as hotly sensual as she'd been that 
afternoon last week! 

I don't believe it! Gloria's frenzied mind wailed. They can't really be 
doing that! But she knew perfectly well that it was true-Kevin and Holly 
were rutting like nasty animals right on the floor, and their ruthless older 
brother was going to rape her! And there wasn't a thing she could do to 
resist him-she knew from that last dreadful incident on the patio that he 
was far, far stronger than she, even if she'd not been shaking like a leaf 
in a gale from the obscene incestuous act being performed only a few feet 
away. 

Still, though she knew how hopeless it was, the young redhead tried to pull 
herself to her feet. And she'd feared, Alex's athletic loins came crashing 
down over her, pinning her squirming figure to the rug and almost knocking 
the wind from her lungs. A sudden vision of her husband's kind face passed 
before the young wife's eyes, flickered for a moment, then faded as the 
boy's hands grabbed at the tender flesh of her large breasts. 

What's the use of thinking of Hank? He's clear across Lake Michigan, sitting 
in some hotel room and thinking how nice it is that the kids and I can keep 
each other company! Gloria thought as she continued to try to squirm out of 
Alex's perverted caress. What if he could see us all right now? A crazy 
gurgle of half-hysterical laughter rippled from between her mouth and Alex's 
as he resumed his horrible, tongue-thrusting kiss. 

Alex dug his fingers harder and harder into the smooth resiliency of his 
stepmother's melon-like breasts. Goddamn! They felt even better than he'd 
imagined they would, even through the nylon lace of her gown. Suddenly he 
had to see her naked body, to touch every voluptuous inch of her 
ultra-feminine curves. With a loud groan, he grabbed two fistfuls of 
lavender lace and ripped the flimsy garment in half so that it lay on either 
side of her vulnerably exposed body. 

"Yeah, Mom," he raised his head from her bruised mouth to taunt her. "I 
guess you'll do. Now, how about that fuck you promised me the other day?" 

"No ... no ... no ... I never did...." the trapped naked woman whimpered. 

Or did I? her mind whirled crazily. What other explanation could there be 
for his vicious attack? Or, perhaps, he'd been so incensed by her rejection 
of his drunken advances last week that he'd connived this hideous plot to 
ruin her life. That must be it ... not that it mattered now, anyway. The 
only important thing was that his hands pinned her down in a death grip at 
this very moment, and his hotly pulsating penis was touching the flesh of 
her naked thigh. Oh God! I wish I were dead! Gloria agonized. I'll never be 
able to even look at Hank again if Alex really rapes me. But how can he dare 
do such a thing? It's INCEST! 

For a moment the shocked wife's head spun so dizzily that she thought she 
might be going to faint at the sheer depravity of what was happening to her. 
Now her stepson's iron-hard thickness was rubbing against her upper leg in a 
determined way, inching ever nearer to the fear-quivering mound of her 
wide-open pussy, and to her horror she could even feel the wet drop of his 
lubricating fluid seeping out onto her bare flesh. 

"No, Alex," she croaked, her throat constricting in fear. "No, stop! STOP 
IT!" 

But her piteous wails only served to further excite the lust-maddened youth. 
Dropping his head down so that his tousled gold-brown hair tickled her neck 
and breasts, he fastened his teeth on the taut, berry-like bud of his 
stepmother's left nipple and nibbled at it so hungrily that she moaned aloud 
in anguish. 

"Ooooohhhhhh," her voice echoed through the large empty house, then subtly 
altered to a muted whimper as the heated bluntness of her stepson's 
rampaging penis pressed directly up against her cringing vaginal slit. " 
Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhh ... uuuuunnnnnnhhhhhhhh...." HOW CAN I ESCAPE? a 
panic-stricken part of her brain shrieked, and Gloria made a half-hearted 
attempt to raise her knees, As she'd known, it was hopeless-the boy's body 
was too heavy, too insistently pressuring to be moved. This evil thing was 
going to happen ... there was nothing she could do. 

Suddenly, as the thick cock-head rubbed obscenely along her sensitive cuntal 
flesh, a vivid memory of the feel of Alex's fingers teasing down between her 
legs that day on the patio flashed across her mind. All the conflicting 
emotions she'd experienced that afternoon returned full-force, washing over 
her helplessly trapped body like a tidal wave and causing her vagina to 
relax spontaneously. At the very same instant, the youngster's burgeoning 
cock grazed hotly over the exposed bud of her clitoris, sending tingling 
sparks of forbidden longing coursing out to every nerve ending in her 
sensuous body. 

Oh no! I can't be liking this degeneracy! It's evil! Corrupt! Gloria tried 
to clench her full-fleshed thighs together and expel the invading cudgel of 
incestuous flesh as her conscience stabbed at her, but this-as she might 
have expected if it hadn't been for the distracting prickling of pleasure 
slipping through her obscenely displayed body-only pressed Alex's thickly 
throbbing penis more tightly up against her moistened pussy slit. 

God forgive me! he mind wailed as some deep-seated mental barrier began to 
disintegrate. I'm going to be fucked by my husband's son! And what's more, I 
want it ... need it ... no matter how hideously obscene it is! I've wanted 
it all this time, ever since I first saw his wonderful body! 

As soon as she'd made the shameful self-confession, Gloria's entire body 
began to shudder with a masochistic delight. Arrows of illicit desire shot 
from her fiercely sucked nipples, and the sensitive flesh of her vagina 
seemed to ripple beneath the rubbery hardness of his penis. Before she could 
stop herself, whimpering moans were gushing from her mouth and her hips were 
wriggling eagerly against the hallway carpet. 

Alex felt his stepmother's involuntary surrender, and it so excited him that 
he flicked his hips forward with all the strength in his young body. There 
was a lewd, wetly sluicing sound, and then his potent teenage penis shot 
several inches into the butter-soft warmth of the older woman's taut-muscled 
cuntal passage. 

She wants me to fuck her! the youngster's passion-dazed mind realized. She's 
spreading her legs for me-and panting like a bitch in heat. Jesus, her cunt 
feels good ... I think she's almost as tight as Holly! 

Although one part of her brain was still screaming out in revulsion and 
shame at being pinioned to the floor by her own stepson, Gloria felt her 
traitorous pussy opening to ease his passage into her most intimate flesh. 
By now her long legs were spread so far apart that the tendons in her thighs 
were strained as though she were doing the splits, and her inner vaginal 
muscles were spasming hungrily around the impaling shaft of cock-flesh. He 
continued to press inward with a relentless force, and each additional inch 
of aching impalement increased her feverish physical need for total 
fulfillment. 

"Alex, Alex, Alex," she chanted weakly as his lust-swollen penis surged ever 
further up inside her. 

"You like it, Mom?" he panted, jerking his hips forward again so that his 
pulsating male thickness shot to the hilt and crashed against the squirming 
woman's spongy cervix. 

Gloria's body bucked up in wanton abandon to meet his thrusting loins, and 
her vaginal muscles ground around the impaling cock-shaft with an almost 
savage energy. She could feel every pulsing vein and wrinkle in the strong 
adolescent penis, and the fact that this sensual ecstasy was irrevocably 
forbidden according to every moral precept she'd ever learned only served to 
increase her obscene excitement. 

Oh God, I need it so bad! He feels so wonderfully big and hard inside me! I 
need more of his cock ... more, more, more! 

"Yesssssssss," the young wife wailed as Alex began stroking in and out of 
her fire-filled pussy. "Ooooohhhhhh yeeeessssssss!" 

Incited by his stepmother's submissive cry. Alex increased his lewd rhythm, 
ramming so hard now that his semen-filled balls jounced against the crevice 
between her jiggling white ass-cheeks on every downstroke. 

"Hey, Momma," he cried against the softness of her breasts, getting a secret 
perverted satisfaction from calling her by this name. "You're even better 
than I thought you'd be!" And it was, too ... her pussy felt to him as if 
there were hands and fingers deep inside her heated cuntal channel massaging 
his turgid cock. 

Gloria writhed up against Alex, unable to answer or even think clearly in 
her mindless physical ecstasy. All thoughts of her husband, her marriage, 
the other stepchildren, vanished in a fiery cloud of total lust which 
whirled in mad rainbow-colored cascades at each smashing thrust of her 
eldest stepson's penis. It seemed so long since she'd felt the bliss of 
becoming nothing more than a mindless mass of passion-powered flesh.... 

In wanton abandon, Gloria strove to extract every last ounce of delicious 
sensation from Alex's plunging cock. Frantically, she pushed her throbbing 
breasts closer into his sucking mouth, never ceasing to undulate in 
shameless circular thrusts beneath the boy's driving loins. Stunned by his 
good fortune, Alex dug his teeth into her stiffened nipples as he rammed 
harder and harder into her clasping cunt. 

"Uuuuuhhhhhhhhhh ... uuuhhhhhh ... uuuuhhhh ... yes, Alex, do it like that 
... suck my tits ... ooooohhhhhh ... give me your cock, your big hard cock 
... oh gooooooooodddddd!" By now, the seventeen year old's face was a 
formidable shade of reddish-purple, and as his stepmother gazed down between 
her tongue-tortured breasts at his lust-crazed expression, she felt the 
first whispering promises of a violent climax. 

Above her, Alex was sure that his entire body, not just his pummeling penis, 
was about to explode in a burst of fireworks. Working furiously, he changed 
the rhythm of his smooth strokes from time to time to heighten her pleasure. 
Gloria appeared to like this as much as his little sister did-she strained 
and squirmed beneath him, and her desired-drenched pussy started to spasm 
around his turgid cock-shaft. 

Dad's wife! his mind boggled at the incredible thought. I'm fucking my own 
stepmother, and she loves my cock! 

The teenager's long penis swelled to an impossible size as he slid again and 
again into the now-shrieking woman's burning vagina, and her soft white feet 
began beating a frantic tattoo on his hard-muscled back as she bucked up to 
give his rampaging thickness better access to her pulsating pussy. Arching 
her back, she met each of his forceful thrusts, straining for the orgasm 
that hovered just out of reach inside her churning belly. It started like a 
trickle of fluid in her cuntal depths, then rose to a stupendous magnitude 
as a bombastic explosion erupted from somewhere inside her womb. She was 
there at last! 

"AAARRRRHHHHGGGGHHHHH!" her sputtering wail echoed back from every wall of 
the big house, rousing the two younger stepchildren from their post-orgasmic 
bliss. Glancing at each other in lewd excitement, they stole over to watch 
their older brother's final triumphant ravishment of the woman their father 
had married. 

"Okay, Momma, here I come!" they heard Alex roar. "Gonna cum in your sweet 
little cunt ... gonna cuuuummmmmmm!" 

As Gloria's pussy shuddered and shook in violent climax, it grasped at the 
invading cock-shaft so tightly that the youth thought he was going insane. 
Then he felt his testicles churn and boil over, spewing jet after jet of 
heated sperm up into his stepmother's convulsing vagina. 

"Gloria ... Mom ... aaaaarrrrggghhhhhh!" he heard his own voice coming from 
a thousand miles away as the blissful fulfillment of release seeped through 
his young loins. What had his own mother been like? he wondered in his daze 
of bittersweet physical ecstasy. He scarcely remembered her, for even before 
she'd left them, she had left the children with a nursemaid much of the 
time, and had constantly been off on trips. But surely she'd been much like 
this incredible Gloria woman-with enormous, soft breasts and an all-female 
body that yearned for a real man's loving.... 

"OH MOMMA!" he yelled again. "YEAH, MOMMA ... I'M CUMMING IN YOUR CUNT! 
MOMMMMMMMM AAAAAA AA!" 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Hank's three day business trip to Minneapolis extended first to one week, 
then two. Gloria had continued to write him a loving letter each morning, 
but she'd known in her heart that she was glad for his absence, for although 
she realized how sinful she was, she didn't want to relinquish these 
exquisitely passionate nights of love-making with her husband's son. 

Now, as she sat in the big double bed waiting for her husband to finish his 
shower and go off to work, she felt a cold vacuum of despair envelope her 
heart. Slowly, her fingers slid down to her still cum-sticky pussy where 
five minutes ago Hank had ejaculated into her without bringing so much as a 
tremor of desire to her body. Oh, it was all the same as before ... somehow 
she'd been foolish enough to hope that these two weeks would have worked a 
miraculous metamorphosis in him, but it was still a matter of 
one-two-three-fini. 

"I can't stand it!" she muttered softly, turning over onto her belly in 
despair. 

Oh, sure, he'd brought her back beautiful gifts-a mink coat, an elegant Dior 
scarf of her favorite shade of pale green, a promise of a backyard swimming 
pool-but what use were material possessions when she didn't have the one 
thing she craved above all else. 

"I need good loving," she sighed into the pillow. "Oh God, what am I going 
to do?" 

"Wake up, darling," she suddenly heard her husband's voice. "Too much 
love-making for you, eh?" He laughed at his own words, smiling at her 
tenderly and not noticing the hurt, frustrated expression on her lovely 
face. "See if you can dig up a clean shirt, will you, sweetie? All the ones 
I had in Minnesota are ready for the laundry, and there's a lot of important 
people to see today about expanding the offices." 

Planting a pleasant smile on her face, Gloria rose from the rumpled bed and 
found Hank a clean short-sleeved shirt. It was going to be another 
scorcher-she'd never seen such a hot summer in Michigan in all her 
twenty-two years. Not that she really gave a damn, for her life was in such 
a state of disaster that it could have rained for forty days and nights like 
in that Sunday School story, and she'd not even have thought to put on a 
raincoat. 

"Gotta run, dear," Hank's strong arms circled her slim waist, and his lips 
hurriedly grazed against hers. "But that was some fun we had this morning, 
huh?" 

"Yes, darling," Gloria smiled automatically. 

In five minutes I can be with Alex, she was thinking, and already a tingling 
moisture was forming down between her long, lithe legs. I don't care if it's 
wrong-I NEED him! Before Hank went away, I was satisfied with playing these 
silly charades-but now I can't bear to live a life when I'm only half-alive! 

"How about going out to that new restaurant on the other side of town 
tonight?" Hank asked, glancing at his wristwatch as he backed out the 
bedroom door. "I hear they have that French stuff you like-egg Argos-and a 
superb steak. Let's celebrate this new deal I made, okay, sweetie?" 

"Escargots," Gloria corrected automatically. "Yes, darling, that'll be 
lovely. I'll wear that beautiful scarf you bought me." 

"Great. Have Al drive you into town about six, okay?" 

And then he was gone. For one long minute Gloria stretched her body like a 
cat on the bed, listening for the sound of the Lincoln Continental backing 
out of the driveway. Then, quick as a flash, she was slipping out the door 
and down the hall to Alex's bedroom. 

First, she thought, I need some satisfaction. And after we've made love, we 
can have a talk about what to do. This situation is impossible-we have to do 
something to wake Hank up. I think I'll talk to Kevin and Holly, too ... 
we'll work something out-we have to! 

* * * 

"But I want to do it, Kevin," Holly protested to her brother that evening as 
the three Hansen children sat with serious expressions on their attractive 
young faces in the family recreation room. "After all, if we're really going 
to be free, we might as well go all the way. Otherwise, it's phony!" 

The fourteen year old blonde's elfin features were puckered up in intensity 
as she tried to override Kevin's objections to the plan she and Alex had 
conjured up after they'd spoken to Gloria earlier today. 

The fifteen year old youth glowered at his sister and brother dubiously, 
shaking his dark head. 

"I mean, be logical!" Holly continued. "Daddy's great, but he's hopelessly 
old-fashioned. He doesn't know anything about where it's at. After we show 
him how fine life can be, hell be so much happier. And it'll be so much 
easier for Gloria." 

Although Holly had hated to admit it at first, she had grown very close to 
her young stepmother. There was a deep bond between them-a far deeper 
feeling than she'd ever felt for any of her girl friends. 

Kevin still didn't answer. He sat on the arm of the leather couch, his foot 
tapping in time to the new Rolling Stones album, his face a study in 
confusion. 

"I'm right, aren't I, Al?" Holly whirled to face her eldest brother. "I 
mean, you care about Gloria, even if I hated her at first. And I know you 
must-I mean, you're fucking her and all that!" 

"Sure I care about Glo-she's the greatest!" Alex replied, his handsome young 
face creased with an earnest frown as he regarded his younger brother. 
"Okay, I understand why you don't dig the idea of Holly here doing it with 
Dad-but we gotta do something. I don't really love giving up my fun with 
Gloria, either-but the important thing is that we all make it together, like 
a real liberated family!" 

"All right...." Kevin said slowly. "Go ahead-do what you wanna do. You're 
right, I know you are." 

Holly clapped her small hands and twirled happily around the playroom in 
time to the urgently pulsating rhythm of the rock group's song. She felt 
both of her brother's eyes riveted to her pink flowered mini-skirt and knew 
that her dancing motions were lifting the light cotton material to reveal 
her taut white buttocks beneath. For the past few weeks she'd not been 
bothering to wear panties-it made it more simple to indulge her siblings' 
urgent demands at any time of the day or night. 

"Anyhow," she giggled, coming to a stop in front of them, "I never screwed 
anybody but you two guys. I bet Daddy's got a great big cock if you take 
after him. It'll be fun to turn him on!" 

The two brothers pulled their eyes from the tantalizingly revealed flesh of 
their little sister to meet in an understanding gaze. It was weird, all 
right ... but then, everything that had happened this summer had seemed 
bizarre at first, but quite normal later. 

"Okay," Alex said. "First, we'll let him take his sleeping pill, and 
then...." 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Five minutes after taking his sleeping pill, Hank was asleep. Usually, it 
took him about fifteen minutes to doze off after taking the habitual 
medication, but tonight he and Gloria had imbibed a large quantity of 
Beaujolais at Chez Victor, the new French restaurant in Kalamazoo, and he 
was more tired than usual. 

The instant his breathing became heavy and regular, his voluptuous 
auburn-haired young wife slipped from the bed and tiptoed down the hallway 
toward his eldest son's bedroom. She didn't know what the children had 
planned for tonight, but she felt sure something was offing. No matter what, 
however, she longed for her young lover. Unlike Hank, she felt much more 
wide awake after drinking good wine, and at the moment her entire body felt 
as though it were on fire. 

Just as Gloria disappeared into Alex's bedroom, her long red hair flaring 
out behind her negligee-clad figure like a flag beckoning a bull, her young 
stepdaughter darted from her room into the large master bedroom. Her heart 
beat a feverish tattoo against her chest as she closed the door behind her 
and advanced toward the large bed, but her chin was set at a determined 
angle, and her green eyes glittered with excitement. 

Although Holly wore a short peacock-blue nightie in the same style as one of 
her stepmother's favorite gowns, and had liberally doused her young body in 
Gloria's French perfume, she nevertheless felt a little nervous. When they'd 
discussed this plan, she'd been the most enthusiastic ... but now, faced 
with the actual fact of making love to her own father, the young teenager's 
heart was thudding against her ribs. 

All the time she'd waited for her signal-the opening and closing of Alex's 
door-she'd been building up her courage by thinking about the especially 
warm feeling she always had when she was around her father. It hadn't been 
easy growing up in a family with three older males, but it was only lately 
since she and her brothers had grown so close that she'd really understood 
the reasons for the tensions. There had been that day, for example, when 
she'd happened to peek inside her father's half-open door after she'd been 
modeling her new bikini for her brothers and he'd abruptly left the room. 
She'd thought he was angry about the skimpiness of her bathing suit and had 
been feeling a little angry until she'd realized that he was holding his 
genitals as though something had aroused him. She'd not really understood 
what was happening then ... but now she knew. 

Now the young girl stood a few feet away from her father's sleeping figure, 
shaking in anxiety. It was one thing to act free and bold around Alex and 
Kevin, but with Daddy, she felt different. As long as she was together with 
her brothers, she felt reckless and liberated ... but right now she was 
alone.... 

Gathering up her courage, Holly stepped toward the bed and stood stock still 
studying her father's face. He really looked a lot like Alex, a more mature 
version of her handsome brother. Never before had she looked at him as 
though he were a man, not merely a father, and she felt her blood quickening 
as she watched his sleeping figure, trying to imagine how his strong arms 
would feel around her, how his man's penis would feel inside her.... 

Yes! she told herself. I want to make love to Daddy! Not just to prove 
something to Al and Kevin but because something deep inside me had wanted to 
be really close to him for as long as J can remember. 

Padding around the bed to the side where Gloria usually slept, the fourteen 
year old slipped under the sheet. At once, she snuggled up close to the 
warmth of her father's body, molding her budding breasts against his broad, 
pajama-clad chest as she twined her legs in his. 

For a long moment she lay in this position, coordinating her breathing with 
his and easing her long, lithe legs up and down against his hard-muscled 
loins. Her arms crept slowly around his waist, cuddling him as though he 
were a giant teddy bear, and suddenly a warm rush of happiness surged 
through her. For the past several years-ever since she'd begun to develop 
breasts and a womanly shape-they had seldom touched each other. She'd even 
stopped kissing him good night, for there was something about the intimate 
contact that embarrassed them both. But now it was completely different ... 
she felt a wonderful sense of release. 

A few muffled moans spilled from Hank Hansen's throat as his little daughter 
snuggled against him, but he gave no sign of waking up. Deciding to make the 
most of these precious moments before he realized who she really was, Holly 
deftly unfastened his pajama top bottoms and twined her small fingers in the 
thickly curling strands of his chest hair. At the same time, she let the 
excitement-dampened slit of her naked pussy rub against his hard-muscled 
thigh. Then, holding her breath, the young blonde groped inside the fly 
opening of his pajama pants till her eager fingers discovered something hot 
and smooth. Daddy's cock-she was touching Daddy's cock! 

The thought of what she was doing hit the teenager full force, and for a 
second her hand jerked away from the forbidden flesh. Then, slowly and 
cautiously, her fingers rewound over the dormant penis. For a brief moment, 
Holly felt a flash of disappointment at its small size, but almost at once 
it began to swell and distend in her palm then began to throb as she 
increased the pressure of her caress. 

Hank's sleeping body stiffened and jerked as he felt into an erotic dream 
about his new wife, Gloria. He was swimming through gentle waves, and his 
naked wife rode on his back, her body undulating against him as he rose and 
fell through the soothing water.... 

Holly's breath was coming in quick little gasps now as her father's penis 
continued to expand in her gently rubbing fingers. It was the same shape as 
her brother Kevin's, but longer and thicker, and the thought of how it would 
feel inside her made her vagina tingle in anticipation. Still moving slowly, 
the eager adolescent drew the loose folds of her father's foreskin up over 
the smooth head of his long cock, covering it completely then slid the skin 
back down as far as it would go. 

"Wow," the young girl breathed. How silly she'd been to feel nervous at 
first! This was the most marvelous thing she'd experienced in her entire 
life! But she did wish he'd hurry and wake up. for her moistening pussy felt 
as though flames of fire were licking at it. With a sigh, she slid one hand 
down between her own legs, inserting her index finger in the hungry opening 
of her vagina. Then, adjusting her body, she took Daddy's throbbing 
thickness in her other hand and guided it toward her ovaled lips. 

In his dream, Hank was trying to hail a passing ocean liner, but Gloria was 
insisting that they continue swimming. 

"But we can't go on like this," he was telling her. "It's impossible-nobody 
does it this way!" 

"Why not, darling? It feels so goood!" Gloria purred. 

Suddenly, the wide expanse of blue water faded, and Hank fell into a state 
of semi-consciousness. Although his eyes remained shut-felt, indeed, as 
though they were weighted closed-he knew that Gloria was doing something to 
his body. Jesus, it was good to be back home again ... Minneapolis had been 
awfully lonely ... but what was she doing to his penis? Naturally, she was 
eager for love-making after his long absence, but oral sex was something he 
didn't approve of on principle. 

Ignoring her father's low grunt of protest, Holly twirled her tongue over 
his mushroom-shaped cock-head, delicately tasting the drop of glistening 
pre-cum fluid that danced on the tiny glans slit. Then, while she continued 
to tease at her own lust-tingling pussy and pulsating clitoral bud, she 
formed her taut, wet lips into a circle of warmly elastic flesh and began 
sucking her father's huge penis deeper and deeper into her wide-stretching 
mouth. 

"No, Gloria, please ... I'd prefer you didn't ... the usual way's good 
enough for me ... for anyone...." Hank tried to say, but somehow he found it 
as difficult to open his mouth as his eyes. 

Goddamn, it felt good! But it wasn't right ... it wasn't the sort of thing 
he wanted his wife to be doing. He would have to wake himself up enough to 
get on top of her and make love properly! 

With a supreme effort, the hotly aroused businessman opened his eyes and 
lifted his head toward his loins. A woman's head was bobbing up and down 
over his hardened penis, her long hair flying wildly in all directions as 
she slaved at her obscene task. In the darkness, Hank failed to notice that 
the long tousled curls were golden, not flaming red. 

"Gloria honey, please, let's...." the father began, then paused with a 
horrified intake of breath as the female lifted her head and smiled at him. 
"Holly!" he yelled, instinctively jerking his body away from her and leaping 
from the bed. 

Holly! His sweet baby daughter, Holly! Licking his cock! Sucking his balls! 
No! How could this be happening? 

"Noooo!" he groaned as he stared down in disbelief at his own child's 
scantily clad body spread out in his bed. She returned his gaze, her clear 
green eyes tender and loving and her pink lips still sticky from saliva and 
his own pre-cum secretions. 

"Daddy...." she said in a low, soothing voice. "Let me suck you, Daddy. I 
want to! Please!" 

Something snapped in Hank's brain at the sound of his innocent little girl 
uttering such obscene words. Someone must have put her up to this-she was 
only fourteen, for God's sake! And where was Gloria? All the latent 
suspicions that had lain dormant in the back of his mind ever since his 
marriage crashed down around him, and her knew with an icy certainty where 
he would find his unfaithful wife. 

"Daddy! Where are you going?" Holly called fearfully as her father dashed 
from the bedroom. 

Jumping up, she ran down the hall after him, then paused in fear at Alex's 
open bedroom door. Nothing was going the way they'd planned it ... they'd 
just succeeded in making things worse for everyone! 

"You goddamn bitch!" Hank growled, glaring down in hatred at the salacious 
sight of his own wife of five weeks straddling his eldest son's hips. She 
was totally naked, and her round white ass-cheeks jounced in obscene 
invitation as she ground her pussy down on the boy's upthrusting penis. 
Neither of them heard his groan-they were too involved in their lewd 
copulation to think of anything but their mutual passion. 

For a timeless minute Hank continued to watch, and Holly standing forgotten 
behind him, held her breath in awed terror. Would Daddy kill them? He was 
acting like he'd gone crazy! But his big cock was just as hard and stiff as 
it had been inside her mouth-it pointed like a dagger directly down toward 
Gloria's mindlessly bucking body. 

"Bitch! Bitch! Filthy cheating bitch!" the furious man muttered through 
clenched teeth as he stepped forward. 

She'd corrupted his innocent little daughter ... why, if he'd not wakened up 
in time, he'd actually have ejaculated into Holly's tiny mouth. The thought 
was mind-shattering! He knew full well that in some dark, secret corner of 
his mind he'd lusted after his lovely young daughter in his dreams and 
fantasies, but he couldn't forgive Gloria for bringing all these forbidden 
impulses out in the open, for destroying his carefully constructed 
self-image. How could he ever face his child again? 

As these thoughts whirled through the tortured father's mind, his gaze 
fastened on the pink rosebud of Gloria's anus, gleaming up at him between 
the full white moons of her jiggling buttocks like a deep-set ruby. Without 
pausing to consider what he was doing, he dropped to his knees on his son's 
bed and tugged his wife's resilient buttock-flesh wider apart with his 
hands. Then, shivering in lewd excitement, he ran his tongue over the tiny 
pink orifice, poking insistently at its tight elastic flesh. 

I don't care! he thought. She wanted me to act like an animal with my own 
daughter while she was busy rutting with my son! Okay-well, I'll show her! 
I'll let her know what it's like when I stop acting like a respectable human 
being and do all the things I've always wanted to do! I bet she'd been 
fucking him the whole time I was gone ... now I'll give her a taste of how a 
real man fucks! 

As Gloria felt the touch of her husband's hands on her sensitive buttocks, 
she stiffened and stopped undulating over the stiffened boy's penis 
thrusting up into her from beneath, but she didn't cry out. The children 
hadn't told her what plan they'd come up with, and she naturally assumed 
this was part of it. Only when Hank's tongue slid wetly along her anal 
crevice did she react. 

"AAAAAAHHHHH! NNNOOOOO!" she shrieked, her voice so strident that it woke 
Kevin, who'd been sleeping restlessly in his room down the corridor. Leaping 
wide awake, he ran to the door of the room and took the gaping Holly in his 
arms. Clutching each other fearfully, they watched to see what would 
transpire. 

"No, Hank! Pleeeze! Don't do that to me!" Gloria wailed. 

No one had ever screwed the voluptuous redhead in the anus before, and she 
had a particular dread of this act after hearing a terrifying story from her 
ex-roommate, who'd broken up with her boyfriend after he'd done this to her, 
and she'd actually had to go to a doctor. How Hank-gentle, mild Hank who 
never wanted to do anything in bed except lie on top of her and ejaculate 
into her' unaroused pussy, was going to inflict this supreme humiliation 
upon her helpless body while she was still skewered by his son's plunging 
penis! 

But don't I deserve it? her mind agonized. After all, I'm making love to his 
son! He had every right in the world to punish me ... he could kill me, and 
it would be just what I deserve! 

"You filthy cheating bitch!" Hank raged, sliding on his knees so that his 
urgently throbbing cock was pressed up against his belly. Lifting his head 
away from the tiny rectal opening, he took his iron-hard penis in one hand 
and pressed it against the warmly dampened crevice between her billowing 
ass-cheeks. 

"Aaaarrrggghh!" Gloria screamed at the obscene contact of his cock-head 
against her forbidden anal flesh. "OH, GOD!-NOOOOO!" 

His wife's screams only seemed to incite the angry father more than ever. 
Without thought of pain or injury, he grabbed her by her slender waist and 
pushed the long, hard shaft of his penis against the virgin opening, forcing 
the blood-filled head almost an inch into the tightly cringing anal opening. 

Alex's erect penis froze inside Gloria's involuntarily tightened vagina as 
he realized what his father was doing. 

"Relax!" he whispered to his stepmother in a soft hiss. "Let your muscles go 
loose-it won't hurt so much that way." 

Gloria scarcely heard the teenager. Her cringing anus felt as though a 
fire-filled ramrod had been shoved straight up inside it, and she had no 
thought for anything except the truly agonizing pain that rippled out to 
every nerve-ending in her doubly impaled body. And even more dreadful than 
the pain was the thought of how much Hank must despise her to defile her in 
this most horrendous of all ways. Her marriage was ruined ... she could not 
beat the thought of her future. 

"Noooo, Hank! Noooo!" she wailed again, her entire body tensing in horrified 
fear as her husband's bulging cock-shaft sank several more inches into her 
burning rectum. "You'll kill me!" 

"Stop, Daddy!" Holly could no longer bear to watch the cruel sodomizing of 
her stepmother in silence. "Don't do it! Please stop!" 

Hank heard his daughter's high-pitched plea for mercy, but it only served to 
feed the fire of his fury. As the folds of Gloria's anal passage contracted 
hard around him, trying to expel his invading penis, he continued to push 
harder than ever, laughing and groaning in demonical delight as he pressed 
ever deeper into the incredible tightness of his wife's vainly resisting 
anus. 

Good God! What an unbelievable feeling! Her cuntal muscles were rippling 
directly against his swollen cock as he pushed forward, and through the thin 
membrane dividing his wife's vagina and rectum, he could feel the pressure 
of his son's hardened thickness. At first it had lain still, but now it was 
beginning to pulsate again. 

Holly stood in the doorway, her arms tightly clutching her favorite brother 
as she watched the utter debauchery going on before her. Every anguished cry 
her stepmother let out wracked her young body, and she felt she had to do 
something to help the tortured woman. But just as she was breaking from 
Kevin's embrace to approach the obscene trio on the bed, Gloria's wails of 
pain changed to helpless whimpers of something that sounded like pleasure. 
Confused, Holly came to a standstill a few feet away and watched with wide 
eyes as the two swollen cocks skewered up into her stepmother's twin 
orifices. 

When the flaming agony in her violated anus began to subside to a dull 
throbbing pressure, Gloria was as surprised as the watching teenager. It 
still felt as though something the size of an elephant's trunk were being 
roughly shoved up between her straining buttock cheeks, but now there was a 
kind of masochistic delight in being so completely filled with angrily 
pounding male flesh. Also, Alex had once again begun to drive his hardened 
penis up into her cuntal channel from below, and her intense pleasure from 
this stimulation drowned out nearly all vestiges of pain. 

Two cocks inside me! her mind sang in wanton ecstasy. Father and son fucking 
me at the very same time! I know it's evil, but I LOVE IT! I LOVE IT! 

Suddenly, the nakedly impaled redhead began undulating her cock-filled loins 
in time to the two rampant penises which had automatically fallen into an 
instinctive rhythm, one plunging out as the other rammed back in. Moaning in 
inhuman passion, Gloria bucked and rocked her perspiration-glistening body 
between them, her face a mask of perverted ecstasy. 

"OHOHOHOHOH!" she chanted as the tremors of pleasure reached the point of 
explosion. It was inconceivable that this sadistic punishment inflicted by 
Hank's iron-hard spear of male flesh could be making her feel such exquisite 
bliss, but there was no denying the wondrous sensations that were surging 
like liquid fire through her ravished loins. 

"Oh, Hank ... Alex ... fuck me ... fuck my ass ... fuck my cunt ... FUCK, 
FUCK, FUCK!" 

Holly looked up at Kevin, her head reeling from the sheer improbability of 
what she was watching. An overwhelming excitement was sweeping through her 
young body, and she wanted to feel Daddy's masterful penis inside her as 
badly as she'd ever wanted anything in her life. At the moment, it was 
clearly impossible ... but a sudden lewd inspiration struck her. 

"Kev," she whispered excitedly to her bug-eyed brother whose stiffened penis 
was jutting out through his pajama bottoms as he watched the dual ravaging 
of his voluptuous stepmother. "Let's do it, too ... let's ALL fuck 
together!" 

"You're crazy, Hoi," retorted the boy, but his potent young penis throbbed 
achingly at the suggestion. "Really crazy!" 

"No, I'm not!" Holly declared, tugging him closer to the bed as she spoke. 
"You let Mom suck your prick-I can see you're all ready for that! And I'll 
just rub my pussy against Daddy's big strong leg til I cum, too. We can all 
cum together-all five of us!" 

It was a mad plan, but Kevin was so stunned by the salacious events being 
enacted before his eyes that he found himself numbly following his little 
sister's directions. Crouching down over Gloria's startled, passion-flushed 
face, he pushed the full length of his erect teenage penis against her 
half-opened lips. 

"Ggggghhh," the surprised redhead gurgled, but she obediently began to suck 
the slender cock-shaft into her mouth. Three cocks at once! her mind 
rhapsodized in shameless abandon! Every single part of my body's filled with 
hard male flesh! 

Without hesitating a second, Holly ran toward the bed, tearing off her short 
blue nightie before straddling her father's pumping buttocks with her naked 
thighs. The tiny lips of her cunt spread wide as her thighs strained to 
encompass the width of his behind, and the flat plane of her 
desire-moistened pussy was presented to the wildly gyrating surface of 
flesh. Holly added to the frantic friction by rubbing her quivering vagina 
hungrily against her father's buttock. 

"Oooohhh ... oh, Daddy!" she gasped, wriggling her lust-fevered loins 
against him. 

In a moment of sudden wanton recklessness, the fourteen year old poked her 
little finger down into the crevice between the furiously bucking man's 
ass-cheeks. The slim digit sank down into the puckered hole of his rectum, 
just as his huge penis was shoving into his wife's impaled anus, and Holly 
cried out again in lewd delight. 

"Aaaaggghh! Oh, Daddy! Fuck, Daddy! And Alex! And Mom! And Kevin! Ohhhh ... 
I'm gonna cum ... everyone cummm!" 

Alex was the first to climax for his view of the salacious orgiastic scene 
was so obscene that he could no longer hold back the hotly spewing jets of 
sperm that shot from his blood-engorged balls. His heated sperm splashed 
high inside Gloria's convulsing vaginal depths, bringing on her own orgasm. 

"Haaannkk," she mewled. "Fuck harder ... don't ever stop ... I'm 
ccuuummminnnggg!" 

What the hell was Holly doing? the father wondered for one blinding moment, 
but then his own orgasm rolled over him, and he gripped his wife's spasming 
body by the waist as his huge penis erupted inside her forbidden anus. Again 
and again he felt the thick liquid rush pell-mell from his aching testicles 
down the long shaft of his cock, and he was dimly aware that Gloria's lust 
cries grew wilder and more blissful as his life-giving seed splashed into 
her quaking rectal channel. 

"Oh, God, oh, God...." the stepmother moaned as the second stream of searing 
sperm rushed into her body. Mindlessly, she tightened her lips around the 
thick hardness spearing into her mouth, squeezing the boyish shaft with her 
elastic lips and sucking it down into her throat so that he could climax, 
too. 

"Arrrgghh!" wailed Kevin. "Me, too! I'm cuummiinnggg toooo!" 

For several minutes, all five members of the Hansen family writhed together 
on the bed, their passionate fulfillment so intense that they knew nothing 
but flesh and cum and magnificent spasms of joy. At last Gloria fell forward 
onto Alex's inert body, and her husband rolled to one side, his head reeling 
in confusion as little by little sanity returned. 

Holly remained tightly pressed against her father's shuddering body, her 
little hands gently caressing his perspiration-streaked body then stroking 
his limply deflated penis. Even though she'd orgasmed from the sheer 
friction of his leg, she still burned with desire to have his wonderful cock 
spearing up into her vagina. 

The father was only vaguely aware of what Holly was doing, for his thoughts 
were screaming in protest against the things he'd just done. Gloria would 
never speak to him again after he'd violated her anus, he was sure of that, 
even though she'd seemed to like it at the end. Their marriage was finished; 
his three children would never again respect their pervert of a father, and 
his own self-pride was destroyed forever. There was nothing left for him ... 
nothing at all:.. 

I'll go away, that's the kindest thing to do, he decided. Right now! I'll 
just vanish and give them a chance to rebuild the shattered fragments of 
their lives. Pay for the divorce and psychiatrists for the kids ... and get 
the hell out. 

But as he started to speak, he suddenly realized that his penis was once 
again growing hard, and that little Holly was stroking it purposefully 
between her two hands. "Jesus Christ! What in God's name...." he spluttered, 
staring in bewilderment at his daughter. 

"Please, Daddy," Holly's voice was soft and sensual, filled with urgent 
longing. "Please fuck me now. You're all nice and hard again ... and I want 
you to do it to me so bad!" 

"Holly!" Hank gasped, looking around blankly at the others. "You ... you 
don't hate me?" 

"Of course not!" the girl cried, kissing him. "I love you, Daddy! I want to 
feel your big cock inside me because I love you so much!" 

"We all love you, Hank," Gloria spoke up. She could see from the troubled 
expression on her husband's face that lie was struggling to understand what 
was going on, and she wanted to make it clear to him how they all felt. 
"That was wonderful, what you did to me now. It was a wonderful 
ass-fucking!" 

Their eyes locked for a long instant, and then Hank's face twisted into a 
smile. "I love you, too, honey," he said slowly. 

Then suddenly, he rolled over, positioning himself on top of his young 
daughter's naked body. Without prelude, he rammed his lust-swollen penis as 
hard as he could up into her tight pussy channel, forcing his way up into 
her eagerly clasping vagina till he was impaling her to the hilt and his 
blood-filled testicles were lewdly slapping against her upturned white 
buttocks. As whimpers of ecstasy poured from the girl's lips, the father 
began to spout a stream of obscenities. Each word that left his mouth, 
together with every thrust of his incestuously hammering loins, rocketed him 
further and further from the stiff, inhibited man he'd been all his life. 
New freedom surged through his veins as all the old restraints and barriers 
melted as if by magic, and he knew he would never again be the same person. 

A new life! he thought wildly. For a moment, he focused on his wife's lovely 
face, and he saw that her violet-blue eyes and lush lips were shaped in an 
expression of pride and joy. And what a life! With a wife like Gloria and a 
daughter like Holly and two sons clever enough to maneuver the family into a 
position where they were a really loving group-what more could a man wish 
for? At the age of thirty-nine, his life was beginning anew! 


THE END
