Marsha was in for a series of pleasant surprises. They began the day after she had sucked her brother's cock. He awoke hung over and angry, but he was mad at himself. He stormed out of the bedroom and Marsha, sitting on the sofa watching a soap opera, was startled out of her wits. For a minute she thought he had come charging out of the room to rape her.
But Ernie cursed and mumbled angrily as he moved around the living room, gathering up empty whiskey bottles.
"God damn rot gut!" he swore.
Marsha looked on dazed as her brother filled two sacks with empties, whiskey bottles, wine bottles and beer cans.
Ernie rushed out of the room, carrying the two sacks in his arms. He kicked the kitchen door open and dumped the bags into a trash can. Then he came back into the house and kicked the door closed behind him.
Marsha stared wide-eyed as he came into the living room again. He moved right up to her and knelt down on the floor in front of her and took her hand between his.
"Marsha," he said evenly, looking her right in the eyes, "I'm sorry as hell for what I did last night."
"Ernie…"
"No, let me finish. I was a heel. A rotten bastard. It was the booze, but that's, no excuse for treating you the way I did. I had no right to rape you that way. I wouldn't blame you if you hated me for the rest of your life."
"I could never hate you," Marsha said weakly.
Her brother's sincerity and honesty touched her deeply and made her feel like crying.
"You deserve better treatment than that," Ernie went on as if he hadn't heard her. "Forgive me, will ya? You're sure a pretty girl, no doubt about that. You've got luscious tits and a curvy ass and now I know you've got a super little cunt."
"Ernie…"
"I'm telling it like it is," he said grimly. "I ain't gonna lie to you and tell you I didn't like fucking you. God damnit, I loved it! You got my prick so fucking hard, harder than it's been in ages! I've been drinking too much, but I couldn't stop. I didn't want to stop. Now I do. You made me see the light."
"Me?" Marsha squeaked.
"I mean raping you. When I woke up I wanted to die for what I did to you. I'm sorry. But don't get me wrong. Like I said, I ain't sorry I fucked you. I'm just sorry I raped you. I mean, it would have been a dream come true if you had wanted me to fuck you. Then it would have been all right."
Marsha remembered what Arlene Sloan had told her about mutual consent in sex, but she kept her mouth shut about it. But Arlene's wisdom helped her understand her overwrought brother.
"I've got a confession to make, Marsha," he said. "I've been peeking into your room a lot. One night last week, I tip-toed in when you were asleep and I drew the covers down and just stood there looking at your naked body. I wanted to see your tits and pussy because I've been watching you grow up. You know what I mean? I didn't touch you or anything. I just jerked off as I watched your tits rise and fall and saw your cunt twist around when you turned in your sleep. I've been wanting to fuck you."
Marsha swallowed nervously and wished now that he wasn't being so honest. His heated speech was warming her pussy more than she wanted it warmed.
"Last night I guess I went haywire with you. I couldn't help myself. But I learned a lesson from it, I'll tell you that! I'll never touch you again, Sis."
With that, he got to his feet and walked out of the house. A moment later Marsha heard his car drive off. She started breathing again.
It was a pleasant surprise for her indeed. But it was only the first of the day. Two hours later Arlene Sloan arrived, looking good enough to eat in a slinky dress that displayed plenty of her lush, naked tits.
Over coffee, holding Marsha's hand, she said, "I just want you to know that your father is coming along famously. My friends got through to him and he's going to get counseled on alcoholism. Isn't that wonderful?"
"Well, I don't know," Marsha said perplexed.
"Of course you don't," Arlene laughed. "How silly of me. But I've had lots of experience with this sort of thing. Take my word for it, darling, your father won't rape you any more if he sticks to the program."
"Oh," Marsha said.
Arlene reached up and slid Marsha's neckline open and bared her cute, pointed tits.
"He won't abuse these lovely things," she whispered, and touched her gentle fingers to the pink nipples. Marsha caught her breath.
Arlene murmured low and dipped her pretty head. She parted her lips and took a spiking pink nipple into her mouth and gently sucked on it as her slender fingers traveled up between Marsha's quivering thighs.
She pushed gently with her mouth until Marsha stretched herself out on the sofa and surrendered to the lesbian love-making.
Arlene ran her fingertips up and down the girl's sweet cunt-slit, around her pussy-lips and twirled her clit until Marsha was panting hotly.
She lifted her wet mouth from Marsha's thrusting tits and gazed hotly at her furry little cunt. "You have a darling pussy," she murmured, slipping to her knees. "Your father won't hurt it after this, you'll see. He'll be back home in about three months, a new man."
Marsha couldn't believe that. But she also couldn't give it much thought at the moment. Arlene pressed her sexy mouth to Marsha's pussy and started licking her tongue up and down the wet slit.
"Ohhhh, Arlene," the girl moaned.
She stretched her pretty legs wide and fed her hungry little cunt to the loving, caring social worker.
Arlene sucked her to a horny come twice. Then they got into a juicy sixty-nine position and Marsha ate her fill of hot pussy, too. Afterwards, while the girl was still out of her head with luscious feelings of erotic pleasure, Arlene laid on top of her and tit-to-tit and cunt-to-cunt, fucked herself and Marsha to a tremendous come.
Marsha wanted even more, but Arlene kissed her mouth and laughed lightly. "You little vixen," she purred. "You're enough to drive a girl right out of her head. What a horny little cunt you have! No wonder your father wanted to fuck you. If I had a big stiff cock I'd ram it right into you!"
"Please stay and eat me again," Marsha breathed.
"I can't, honey. I really can't. I have a full calendar today. I've been here longer than I should be."
She glanced at the little watch on her slim wrist as she rolled off of Marsha's supple, surrendered body.
Marsha heaved a big sigh of regret as her friend left, and she fingerfucked her cunt for a while, relishing the pleasant after-shocks of the lesbian love-making.
The next day at school, Marsha learned from Sandra Doon that Clint Fields had had a car accident. He had been driving drunk and hit a tree. It was rumored that he'd be crippled for life.
"Too bad," Sandra cooed. "I think he was turning on to you."
"I don't care," Marsha said. "I don't like boys who drink anyway."
"Are you kidding?" her friend tittered. "Everybody drinks!"
"I don't care," Marsha repeated, shrugging her shoulders indifferently. "All I know is no boy who drinks is gonna fuck my cunt."
"Well! How snooty!" Sandra exclaimed, and she walked away.
Marsha didn't care if she never saw Sandra again. She was leading a new, happier life.
More pleasant surprises came her way each and every day when she got home from school and found her brother sober. He quit his night job and went on unemployment. Most of his buddies thought he was nuts, but Marsha understood him when he said, "That job makes me tired and mad, and I want to drink. This way I can relax and quit boozing."
Days passed into weeks and still Ernie never touched a drop. He turned to earlier pursuits, like movies and dancing and artwork. And he kept his hands to himself, although on more than one occasion Marsha caught him peeking at her body.
One day she happened to be going to the bathroom in her nightie when her brother eyed her luscious body with obvious agony. After she went pee, Marsha came out and went over to where he was sitting.
"Thanks for being so nice," she said sweetly, and she meant it. "I know it's hard for you, especially when I'm wearing a little thing like this. I appreciate it that you don't attack me."
"Just go into your room, will you?" Ernie said thickly.
"Sorry," Marsha cooed, and traipsed into her room, her cute ass wiggling, threatening to peek from beneath the shortness of her nightie. Her brother nursed a hard-on and fought down the urge to fuck her.
This was all new to Marsha but when the pleasantness wore off, she was stuck with plain old boredom. She couldn't believe it when, weeks later, she actually wished her brother would at least try to kiss her or something. But Ernie was doing great and sticking to his resolve.
Then came the biggest surprise of all – her father came home. Not only was he sober and well but he was healthier and heavier, having had good food for three months. He looked like a refined gentleman and Marsha was impressed.
When he arrived, she went to him meekly and slowly pressed her goodies up against him to give him a welcome-home kiss.
"Don't be afraid, Marsha," he said kindly. "I'm not going to hurt you, not any more."
Then, like Ernie, he was all apologies for his past behavior and he vowed never to touch her sexually again. Marsha naturally accepted this news in the spirit it was given, but later, alone in her bedroom, she began to wonder what her new life was going to be like with a father and a brother who weren't going to scare her, chase her, and rape her.
Reality wore heavy on her as time passed. Night after night her father went to his room and her brother went to his. And night after night Marsha had to fingerfuck her own cunt to get off and achieve those special feelings a growing girl really likes.
The situation soon became unbearable. She discovered that she could prance around the house in next to nothing and still her father and brother behaved themselves. She had no doubt about what was in their lewd minds, but they didn't touch her!
To add to Marsha's growing sense of frustration, Arlene Sloan was transferred to another city. Marsha cried for days, heartbroken to have lost such a neat friend – one who would suck her cunt.
She got over that slowly and went to school every day dutifully, but with increasing disinterest. She didn't date, even though her father assured her she could see anyone she wanted to.
"Marsha, I've been terribly unfair to you," her father said, in his new frame of mind. "From now on if you want to date, feel free. Go with any boys you want to. I don't care how young they are or how old. That's your affair now. If you want to suck cock, go ahead. If you want to get laid, help yourself. You're free now."
This freedom drove the poor girl crazy. She tried dating some boys, but they either drank too much or simply didn't give her the feelings she was craving. It took a lot of reflection on her part, but Marsha finally realized what she truly wanted.
That night, about midnight, she got back up out of bed and padded to her father's room. Ralph was stretched out on his bed, reading a fuck book. He was in his shorts and he had a marvelous hard-on in them. Marsha saw that right away.
"Daddy," she said, moving up to his bed, "aren't you ever going to rape me again?"
"No, honey, never again," he said. "That's in the past."
"But what about your sign?" she said, jerking her thumb at the big cardboard placard on his wall. It said: DO IT SOBER!
"What do you mean?" he wondered aloud. "Well, you told me that you learned to do all the things you like to do – but sober."
"That's right," he said. "It took me a long time to find out that a man can do anything he wants to, and that he doesn't have to get drunk to do it."
"Well, doesn't that apply to sex, too?" Marsha asked.
"Sure it does, honey," he said. "And I do have sex sober. In fact, I went out with a hooker just the other night and I hope to tell you it was better sober than drunk, I felt so much more."
Marsha's pretty face clouded and she pouted like a spoiled child. "I don't want to hear about any hooker," she sniffled.
"Hey, what's the matter?" her father asked, concerned.
He put his book on the nightstand and gazed at her. Her ripe tits were rising and falling deliciously in her tight little nightie. She wore that same nightie a lot lately. It was short, so low across her jutting tits.
"I have to tell you something," Marsha said seriously. Her seriousness made her look sexy.
"Sure, go ahead, honey."
"I sometimes liked it when you, you know…"
Ralph's mouth fell open. "What are you talking about, Marsha? Are you telling me…"
"Yes! I mean, if you weren't drunk then, it wouldn't have been so bad, would it?"
"Jesus," he groaned.
Her pretty eyes fell to the bulge in his shorts and she whispered, "Daddy, I want to play with your cock."
No words could get out of the man's constricted throat. Just a groan replied to her astounding statement.
Marsha disregarded his discomfort and amazement. She perched her cute ass on the edge of his bed and let her hand drop onto his hard-on. He gasped, but she simply wrapped her fingers around the big bulge and made it bigger. She leaned down on her elbows and studied the bulge with great interest. Then she opened his shorts and freed the violent cock and admired it freely.
"Ohhh, Daddy," she rasped, jerking his prick. "It's really a beautiful cock. I've thought of it a lot lately. You don't mind if I jerk it a little, do you? You know, it wasn't so bad before. It was just the drinking and what it made you do. You were too rough on me. But you've been so nice since you came home that I keep thinking about your prick, all stiff and big like this. I wondered what it would be like to play with it while you're sober."
Her father yielded immediately. He sank down on the bed and stretched his hairy thighs apart. His aching cock throbbed wildly in the air as his daughter's fingers danced up and down the length of it.
"Go ahead and play with it," he groaned, and his eyes closed in a look of strange anguish.
Marsha giggled happily then and snuggled closer to his crotch. Her eyes danced over his cock and nuts as she played with his balls and pumped his cock.
If Ralph thought that was nice, he had another shock coming. The next thing he knew, he felt his daughter's hot breath steaming over his prick. He opened his eyes and saw her licking her lips as if she were hungry.
She glanced up at him and smiled impishly. "Bet you didn't know I like to suck cock," she whispered.
She stuck her little tongue out and twisted her pretty head to one side and licked it up and down the full length of his throbbing dick.
"Marsha," he grunted, pushing his prick upward.
"Daddy!" she whimpered with passion, and took his enormous cockhead into her sweet mouth.
As her dad groaned and writhed on the bed, she sucked him off with a growing sense of fun and pleasure. Pretty soon her head was bobbing up and down in rhythm with her pumping fist and Ralph got the greatest sex-thrill of his life.
She pushed her mouth all the way down on his cock and transferred her hands to his hairy nuts. She teased his balls constantly as she held all of his big cock in her mouth. Every once in a while she lifted her lips just enough so she could lash his fiery cockhead with the saucy tip of her tongue. She knew he liked that.
When he strained upward, as if he were trying to shove his cock down her throat. She squeezed his hot nuts and forced them to eject his thick, hot jism. Wads of goo coursed through his distended cockpipe and shot out of his prick like torpedoes into her hotly sucking mouth. Marsha loved it.
"Jesus Christ," Ralph groaned, watching her lick away the final traces of his jism. "I didn't know you wanted my prick!"
"I didn't either until just the other day. Then I realized that the best sex I ever had was with you – I mean, with your big cock. You don't have to get drunk to have a nice, big cock. It is nice. You know that, don't you?"
"If you say so, kitten," he grinned.
"I say so," Marsha cooed, and took his prick back into her hot and horny mouth.
"Marsha," her dad breathed as she sucked up and down on him. "What are you trying to do?"
"Get it stiff again," she replied, smiling hotly. "I want to fuck you."
With that desire burning uppermost in her cunt, she sucked his prick expertly, working it with her sexy fingers as she sucked it. And she made it as stiff as ever. Then she giggled and her giggle alone told her father that she was one horny little bitch.
She climbed onto his body laughing. She hiked her nightie way up on her belly and aimed her wet cunt at the throbbing head of his erect dick. He watched fascinated as his daughter deliberately slipped her juicy pussy down onto his rigid fuck-pole.
"Ohhhhh, Daddyyyyyy," she moaned as she felt all of his cock stabbing up into her cunt-hole.
Her head flew back and her eyes closed in rapture. He reached up and mauled her tits for her as she hornily fucked his cock with increasing passion.
Her sweet, cute ass bobbed up and down rapidly as his wet cock slipped in and out of her churning, pumping cunt. Marsha cried out and whimpered and groaned with pleasure as her daddy's prick gave her the feelings she'd been missing.
She fucked faster and faster, bouncing up and down on his rigid cock until finally she screamed, "Ernie! Ernie!"
Her brother came running from his room and burst into his father's room. He saw what was happening on his dad's bed, but he misunderstood.
"You rotten, no-good bastard!" he yelled at his father. He lunged at the man and started to pull Marsha off of his dick.
"No! No!" Marsha squealed, coming wetly on her dad's enormous boner. "He's not raping me! I'm raping him!"
Ernie almost fell over when he heard that. He looked on in amazement until he saw his dad laughing heartily at him.
"It's true, boy," his father chuckled, shoving all of his prick up into his hot daughter's pussy. "She wants my cock."
"I want yours, too!" Marsha shrieked hornily. "Ohhhh, Ernie, fuck my asshole!"
She pressed her tits down into her father's face and offered her asshole to her brother. Ernie stared at the wiggly little thing for a moment before he opened his pajamas and got his cock, out. Then he climbed on the bed and shoved his horny prick up into his little sister's twisting, fucking ass.
Marsha went wild as the two large cocks ravished her cunt and asshole and she knew, even as she had fucked them both, that this was to be just the beginning of a happy, carefree sex life.
As she came wetly, she dreamed hornily of the days and nights ahead with her loving father and caring brother. She giggled senselessly as she fucked faster, knowing that from now on these two studs were going to get a lot of nice tits, juicy cunt and hot ass.