Sharon's confession that she was in love with Todd reduced her sense of guilt. Theirs was an incestuous relationship and therefore sinful, she still believed, but it seemed equally clear that the choice of a love object – as opposed to a mere sex partner – was beyond a person's conscious control.
She began taking the Pill.
In the days that followed, she concentrated on doing everything possible to make Todd happy. She suffered from guilt only when she read the loving letters which came from her husband, and when she had to sit down and answer them. She didn't mention that Todd was staying with her.
She and Todd fucked frequently. She also took great delight in sucking him off.
One evening they went to a movie and held hands all through the show. But she could hardly wait to get home so they could go to bed together and work off their passionate feelings with a vigorous thrusting of their hips as his strong cock stroked inside her horny twat.
She introduced Todd to her friends in the apartment house and felt a pang of jealousy when one of the young wives flirted with him. After they returned to her apartment, she warned him not to have anything to do with the woman.
"Now, wait a minute, baby," he said. "You've got your husband, so I'm entitled to have somebody else, too, if I feel like it."
That hurt her. But she couldn't renounce her love for Steve, even though she was in love with Todd. This created a new conflict in her mind: How did a woman manage to love two men at the same time and be true to herself, as well?
Todd began going out alone during the day, and sometimes in the evening. Sharon imagined he was fooling around with other girls, and she suffered from the same kind of jealousy she was accustomed to feeling when she thought about Steve in that remote Alaskan town where, according to his letters, women were offered for sale. He repeatedly had assured her that he was being true, but she couldn't help having an occasional doubt. As for Todd he had come right out and told her that he felt he was entitled to have another girl.
One night when he was getting ready to go out, she raised a fuss. "Why don't you ever take me with you?" she demanded.
He looked at her closely, and the odd glint which she hadn't noticed since he first began trying to make her returned to his eyes.
"Okay," he said. "Sure. You got a sexy dress?"
There was a skimpy light-blue shirt she had worn a few times when she went out with Steve. It was quite short and had a way of clinging to the tips of her tits and the cheeks of her ass. She had always felt a little embarrassed in it, but she believed she would enjoy wearing it on a date with Todd.
"Wait here," she said with a happy smile, and went into the bedroom.
After closing the door behind her, she took off the plain skirt and blouse she had been wearing, and put on panty hose and the shirt. She posed in front of the mirror and was stimulated by the daring way in which the dress accentuated the pointed fullness of her tits and the provocative roundness of each buttcheek.
She returned to the living room and posed for Todd. His eyes glinted again.
"Turn around… slow," he said.
She turned for him, letting her asscheeks shift sensually.
"Heyyy, not bad," he commented. "What have you got under it?"
She faced him. "What?"
"What are you wearing under the dress?"
"Why, panty hose and briefs and a bra."
"Take 'em off."
She blinked. "What do you want me to do that for?"
"I just want you to. Go ahead – take off all your underwear. That'll make the dress look real far-out."
A shiver of illicit excitement went down her spine. "Todd, I can't do that! Look how short this dress is. And see how it clings to my breasts and my rear."
"Yeah. That's what I noticed, baby. You'll be outasight dancing with just that dress on."
She became more excited. But her resistance grew, as well. It would be just too much to exhibit herself so blatantly, she thought. She would feel terribly cheap.
"No, Todd, I won't do it."
He moved up to her. "Do you love me, baby?"
"You know I do," she replied softly.
"Then you'll do what I say. Take off your underwear."
"Todd, no! My breasts will bounce all over without a bra."
"That's just what I want to see, honey."
She became more flushed. "My nipples will show through the cloth."
"Right oh!" He chuckled.
"Todd, do you want me to feel like a prostitute?"
"Sure," he said, his eyes twinkling. "I want you to be a real bad girl tonight. I want you to shake your ass and titties and freak the guys right outa their heads."
Her blush deepened. "Darling, how can you talk that way?"
"Go on. Take off your undies. Or will I have to do it?"
She shivered again with excitement.
"At least let me wear my pants," she pleaded, her voice turning low and husky.
"No pants," he said. "Just your dress and shoes – nothing else."
"But it's so short! If I bend forward a little…" He laughed.
She decided to do what he said. Even if he wasn't serious about his threat to actually strip the underwear off her, she realized she wanted to shed it. She wanted to be daring tonight. She wanted to be bad!
"All right," she said huskily. "I'll take my undies off."
She returned to the bedroom and closed the door. Her fingers trembled with excitement as she lifted her skirt and stripped down her panty hose and briefs. She took them off along with her shoes, and then put the shoes back on.
She lowered the zipper at the back of her dress and let the top fall forward and slide off her arms.
The garment hung from her waist as she removed her bra. She looked in the mirror at her full tits sticking out erotically and quivering as she pulled the dress up. When she stretched to restore the zipper, the thin fabric of her shirt drew tautly across her boobs, making the nipples shockingly evident. She shivered again.
Her cheeks glowed with stimulation when she returned to the living room. She had never gone without panties before, and her butt and pussy felt wickedly unclothed. She derived a giddy sensation when she walked, her thighs and asscheeks scissoring nakedly. Her tits vibrated without restraint, and the dress fabric tickled her sensitive nipples.
Todd looked her over, then moved up close.
"Just want to make sure," he said, as he pinched a titty with one hand while he reached under her skirt with the other and felt her bare ass.
A wild thrill went through Sharon. She blushed more strongly.
"God, I feel so loose!" she said, her voice trembling.
"That's how I want you to feel," he replied. "Come on. Let's go."
As she walked in front of him to the door, he admired the shifting of her round, quivery buttcheeks with the clingy dress rippling across them. He couldn't resist the temptation to slap her luscious ass. The blow made a sharp, fleshy sound, and her butt bounced sensually.
"Ow!" she shrieked. Frowning provocatively, she rubbed the cheeks of her fanny.
Todd's prick pushed forward against his pants. It was a good thing the corridor was deserted when they stepped out of her apartment.
He took her to a rock-music club which he had been frequenting alone dining recent evening. He knew several of the young people who were there that night.
Sharon felt like a lamb walking into a den of wolves as she entered the place. The young men ogled her blatantly, and she could almost see the saliva dripping from their lips. The girls who were present gave her green-tinged stares.
Todd nodded several hello's and steered his sister to a table near the center of the room. A long-haired combo was laying down an acid beat which was amplified so loudly that it seemed to shake the walls. Colored lights played across the scene.
Since the place catered to teenagers as well as young adults, it wasn't licensed to serve liquor. Todd ordered Cokes at a dollar each and paid for them with some money he had gotten from Sharon.
The guys that he knew began to drift over to his table, and he introduced them to his sister, emphasizing the sibling relationship… The eager studs grinned and tried to make time with her. She felt flushed with excitement. When they took turns inviting her to dance, she went out with them to the crowded floor, and she could feel their eyes on her thin, clingy dress as her tits bounced and her ass wiggled to the hard-rock beat.
One of the young men asked her to leave the place with him. Though stimulated, she shrugged the suggestion off. However, when they returned to the table she had been sharing with Todd, she found that her brother was gone.
She glanced around the room and spotted him dancing with a cute young brunette. She felt a twinge of jealousy.
"Mind if I keep you company while your brother's out making it?" the long-haired boy, whose name was Andy, asked.
"Okay," Sharon said. They sat down together.
He had positioned his chair very close to hers, but she forgot him for the moment as she stared across the room at her brother and the other girl. She couldn't help but notice, also, that she was still getting admiring glances from most of the males in the room. She crossed her legs, and her mini-dress slid high on her smooth, bare thighs.
She wondered giddily whether the guys seated across from her could see some wisps of pussy hair between her legs. The possibility excited her, and from the way the boys kept staring, she began to believe it was probable.
Suddenly a shock jolted her as Andy placed his hand on her thigh. She looked down at his hand and was about to push it away. But then she thought, If Todd can play ground and make me jealous, I can do the same to him! She let Andy keep his hand on her leg.
Ever so slowly, as the rock rhythm pounded and her young companion smiled warmly at her, he worked his fingers up her thigh, pushing her skirt along. The hem slid all the way to the point where her other thigh began to cross over the one he was caressing. The juxtaposition of the two tapering columns concealed the tuft of hair on her cunt mound, but, with her skirt that high, she knew the hair between her legs was visible beneath her raised thigh and that the boys who sat across from her could see it. She became more excited.
She had never felt so recklessly wicked, and she enjoyed the sensation immensely. The innocent puritan she had been was gone.
Aware of the show she was putting on, she slowly uncrossed her legs, exposing her fluffy muff to Andy's hot eyes. She unabashedly kept her knees parted slightly so the guys in front of her could see between her thighs.
Andy's eager hand touched her cunt mound and a sharp thrill stabbed through her. She caught her breath. The horny youth wasted no time in gliding his fingers down the plushy folds of her gash until his hand was deeply wedged between her legs.
Her passion heightened to the point where she felt she might climax right there – in that crowded room. Her heart thudded in time with the drums on the bandstand. Nearly everyone in the place, including the musicians, stared at her.
Andy's lascivious fingertips opened the moist, warm cove of her pussy, and one finger glided obscenely into the channel of her cunt. It stroked in and out, brushing across her erect clitoris.
Suddenly she gasped and came, jerking against the seat of her chair as Andy finger-fucked her in plain view of everyone.
The colored lights swam before her eyes, and the room seemed to tilt. The exotic music pounded its beat into her very soul. She saw a roomful of shocked, excited faces turned her way. They all seemed to run together, separate, and run together again. Finally she closed her eyes.
Todd's arrival back at the table caused Andy to withdraw his hand. But Todd had seen what had happened, and was grinning broadly.
Andy left the table to rejoin his other friends. But after a little while he returned and took Todd aside, where they talked privately. The other young men kept watching Sharon, but none of them approached. The conference between Andy and Todd broke up, and Todd returned to the table.
"Hey, you've really spaced out the guys," Todd told his sister. "They want to have a party with you."
"A p-party?" Her senses were still in a whirl, and she felt very hot. She was sopping wet between her legs. "What do you mean?"
"You know," he said. "A gang-bang. They want to take you someplace and take turns fucking you."
A lightning like charge bolted down her spine, and her pussy gushed a fresh burst of moisture. For a moment, she couldn't speak.
"I told 'em I had no objections," Todd went on, shocking her even more intensely. "Andy's going to arrange it."
She began to shake. "No, Todd! Oh, God no!"
"Why not, baby? You know you'll dig it." He began to run his fingertips lightly up and down her thigh.
She slapped his hand away. "Take me home!" she demanded.
"Come on now," he coaxed. "Let's have a ball, okay?"
She got up from the table and blindly pushed her way through the crowded room towards an exit. Her eyes were glazed, and her legs felt as if they would crumple beneath her at any moment.
Young men made lewd remarks as she passed, and she felt hands grabbing at her tits and ass. One guy actually reached up underneath her mini-dress and corkscrewed a finger at her cunt, but she slapped at his arm and twisted away before he could achieve entry.
Finally she was out of the place. Todd was right behind her, and ran up to grasp her by the arm.
"What the hell's the matter?" he asked. "You were having a great time. Why'd you get up and leave?"
"Todd, I hate you!" she declared. "Why did you take me to that awful place and make me dress this way? Why did you want the other guys to have me?"
"I'm proud of you, baby. I wanted everybody to see how sharp you look and what you can do."
"You don't love me. You don't!" she accused as she broke into tears and ran away from him.
He followed, grabbed her arm, and held it firmly as they walked towards her apartment house a few blocks away.
"So you don't think I love you, huh?" he asked. "Well, I'm going to show you how I feel. And I'm going to prove to you that you still love me."
He backed her into an open space between, a couple of buildings and embraced her passionately, crushing her boobs against him. As his mouth captured hers and his tongue speared between her lips, he pulled the back of her dress up and filled his hands with her smooth, round asscheeks.
She went into a sensual swirl. She couldn't resist him. Her tongue returned his fluttering tongue strokes, and she ground her belly against his rising prick.
His hands rolled and patted her bare ass. He even stuck a finger between the satiny mounds and tickled her tingling bung. New moisture seeped from her cunt and dribbled down between her thighs.
I'm so evil! she thought. But there seemed nothing she could do about it. She was as she was. Todd had turned her into a shameless wanton.
If he had taken her back to the night club now, she would have agreed to the gang-bang, she thought. She would have taken on every young buck in the room while Todd stood and watched it all!
But the time for that had passed. The other had something different, though equally shocking, in mind.
Standing only a few steps from the sidewalk and in view of passing traffic, if anyone chose to glance their way, Todd unzipped his sister's dress and lowered the front of it. He squeezed her tits between his thumbs and fingers, lifting them and causing the erect nipples to jut even farther forward. He bowed his head and went from nipple to nipple, licking and sucking the delightful, rubbery buds.
"Ooh, darling… darling… that feels so gooood!" Sharon moaned.
Cars passed. There were footsteps on the sidewalk. She kept her eyes closed and concentrated on the wonderful sensations that her brother's lips and tongue imparted.
She reached forward to caress his crotch and found a monstrous hardness inside his pants. Working blindly, she unzipped his fly and reached inside to draw his aroused prick out through the opening of his jockey shorts. She stroked his cock as it stuck out of his pants, angling upward.
As he fucked and chewed at a titty, he reached under her dress and drove one, then two fingers into the slippery wet mouth of her cunt. He frigged his fingers in and out of her hot hole.
Finally he raised his head and told her, "Now prove you love, me, baby. Get dawn and, suck me off."
"Ooh, yesss… yessss!" Sharon sighed as she unhesitatingly dropped to her knees in front of him.
He turned slightly so his profile was presented to the street. That meant Sharon had to present her profile to the passing traffic when she bent and capped her mouth around the bulging head of his cock. She stroked her tongue against the sensitive underside of the glans and across its equally sensitive tip as she bobbed her head, gliding her encircling lips up and down his rigid shaft.
Her golden-red hair flashed in the diffused glow of a nearby street light. Her bare tits cascaded forward and quivered with her cocksucking motions.
Todd rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet, fucking his prick in and out of his sister's mouth. She sucked harder.
"Go, Goddamn it!" he growled as the hot juice bubbled in his balls. "Suck my fucking pecker!"
He drove the big rod right into her throat, and she loved it. She wished he could somehow reach her stomach with his huge prick! The taste and smell were delightful, as was the feel of the thick shaft stroking between her lips while his fat cockhead throbbed between her tongue and palate. She had gotten so she enjoyed sucking Todd's prick as much as she enjoyed having him stroke it in her cunt. The mental satisfaction which she derived from the cocksucking was particularly intense. She didn't understand it, but the fact was undeniable.
Striving for a climax, Todd fucked her mouth with short, fast strokes. Her tongue and lips ached, as did the muscles in her throat, from the prolonged sucking. But she would soon receive her reward. She was as anxious as Todd for the ejaculation to occur.
Finally he moaned and jammed his great prickhead into her throat, neatly choking her. His balls released the hot sperm into the tube of his quivering rod and spurted it directly into her gullet. Every drop of the thick, slimy fluid slid down to her stomach as she continued gulping and lapping on his shaft with her lips, teeth and tongue.
In the middle of the deluge, she thrilled to her second orgasm of the night – and neither time, surprisingly, had there been any contact between her cunt and a cock.
After Todd's passion was fully spent, she let his dick slide away. She rose shakily to her feet.
He grinned at her and said, "Okay, baby, let's go home."
She fastened her dress while he stuffed his cock into his pants and zipped up.
She felt a mild burst of shame as they stepped out to the sidewalk, and he glanced around to see if anyone was watching them. The street was deserted at the moment, but she was sure she had been seen sucking him off. It only stood to reason that someone had glanced that way in passing. Perhaps they had even stopped and watched.
This thought at once shamed and stimulated her.
As soon as she and Todd reached her apartment, she began tearing at his clothes.
"Do you love me, baby?" he demanded, laughing. "Better say you love me or I won't give you what you want."
"I love you, I love you!" she declared passionately as she fell to her knees in front of him for the second time to suck his cock to renewed erection.
When she had given him a splendid hard-on, she grasped him by the hands and drew him down to the floor with her. She quickly slithered out of her dress and swung astride him.
"Oh, how I love to fuck!" he exclaimed as she impaled her cunt on his bone-hard shaft.
She immediately began bouncing up and down at a rapid rate, swinging her head and making her tits leap wildly about. He just lay there, smiling up at her, and let her do all the work.
"Ooh, that's ooh… sooo good!" she cried. "Do you feel it? Damn! Oooh, shit!"
She climaxed just as his hot sperm geysered up and gushed into her quaking cunt.