By the time the party started that evening, however, Suzie Halford had still not come to terms with her problem. But thankfully, she thought as she mixed another gin-and-tonic, she didn't seem as disturbed about it as she'd originally been. In fact, after the initial shock of her wantonness had worn off, she was finding much less shame and remorse than she'd originally feared.
The young blonde bride leaned against the kitchenette counter and sipped her drink, recollecting for the hundredth time since her return to the cabin how she'd been revolted at the sight of her brother and Verna making love on the blanket, but then had stared in fascination, unable to tear her eyes away until her pent-up desires had permitted Jim to take possession of her newly-awakened flesh. Perhaps it was as Jim said, a perfectly natural human condition to respond erotically to the passions of others… but perhaps it was some warped craving which had burst in her mind and had overcome all that was right and holy. Well, whatever it was, it had changed her dramatically, there was no doubt about that. Whether her shocking lessons in sexual awakening would be for the good or not was another matter, but she couldn't help chuckling, feeling almost grateful for the callousness which seemingly had begun to thicken the mental skin of her once pitifully naive innocence. It seemed ironical to her that she, so sinlessly frigid and despising sex last night, could be standing here now even thinking in such an obscene and earthen manner!
It was dark outside now, and the party which had begun at dusk had moved inside the tiny cabin. Jim, Carl, and Verna were sitting on the overstuffed couch at the moment, laughing and chattering, their stomachs filled with the thick, juicy pepper steaks she had grilled, and with the foil-wrapped potatoes and a green salad which had accompanied them. Suzie took a heavy swallow of her drink as she glanced over them, and made a face; she had mixed it exceptionally strong without realizing it. Well, what difference did it make? She was starting to enjoy herself now, much more than she had supposed she would, and she didn't want the pleasantly euphoric effect of the considerable amount of alcohol she'd consumed to diminish any. Things were running along smoothly, and that was such a Godsend that she didn't care to have anything change.
She stood at the kitchenette for another moment, careful not to bump the stack of dirty dishes piled behind her in the sink, and hummed to the music coming from Jim's cassette player. It was one of those portable jobs that ran on batteries, and she was glad that he'd remembered to pick up fresh batteries along with the groceries and booze. When the song ended, Jim got up and put in another cartridge, then went over to prod the blaze in the fireplace. The flames leapt higher with a crackle and pop, adding a warmth and intimacy to the otherwise darkened living room.
Such a peaceful scene, so serene and pleasant, Suzie thought. Who, coming upon us here, would ever suspect that this afternoon I watched my own sister-in-law sucking and then fucking my brother, and was screwed half to death at the same time! Come on, gal, mustn't think that way… it's a nice get-together, a nice respite from all the pressures and the physical awakenings which have been running rampant through my body and mind of late. It's a nice party… a simple, wholesome party…
She was about to go over to join the others, when abruptly Carl and Verna got up to dance. Low, slow-rhythmed music filled the room with almost a fog of violins and muted brass, and the fire was slowly dying again into a bank of glowing embers which made deep, sliding shadows against the walls and ceiling. Jim, having replaced the poker, walked over to his bride and smiled at her.
"Something the matter, Suzie?"
"What? Oh no, no nothing."
"You've been standing here all alone for some time."
"I've been thinking about all the dishes I have to wash," she said with a laugh. "Not that it hasn't been worth it!"
"A delicious dinner, rosebud. How about a dance?"
"No… not yet, darling."
"Oh, come on. Carl and Verna are having fun."
Having fun… The same kind of phrase as he'd used before to rationalize lovemaking in the woods! And, as Suzie looked at the dancing couple, it was almost as if they were copulating again before her eyes. They were as close together as they could get, embracing each other passionately, Carl grinding his pelvis into his wife's abdomen while she thrust her breasts into his chest! But… it did look like fun!
Jim caught on to what Suzie was staring at, and chuckled. "Don't get upset, rosebud. That's just Verna's way of dancing – one of them, leastways." He held out his hand. "C'mon, like we did before. Let's copy them!"
Suzie found it difficult to walk steadily after drinking so heavily, and she swayed noticeably as she left the support of the kitchenette counter. Jim calmly enveloped her in his strong arms and held her close, and she in turn found it easier to hold onto him with her arms about his waist and her head against his chest for support. The music flowed like soft wine around her ears and she shut her eyes, dreaming of dancing naked with him like this. Lord, what a lewd and obscene thought to suddenly have! But yeah… that was fun too!
Jim found his cock beginning to expand into a rigid pole of desire in his pants as he held his alcoholically relaxed young wife close in his arms. He slowly began to stroke her back, much as one would a cat to make it purr and with the same effects. Suzie snuggled closer, nuzzling his shirt…
Carl, drifting past Suzie and Jim, couldn't help noticing how close they were together. His heart warmed with gladness, happy that they were as much in love and happy with one another as he and Verna were. What a difference that afternoon in the woods had made! He'd never be jealous of Verna's past affairs again, not if they were responsible for having produced the seething and passionate woman she was today, with him! Even now she seemed to be intent only on making love to him, and the tingling in his penis at the thought of once more entering that wild pussy of hers was making it grow into a hard erection. He knew he should calm down, that it would be very embarrassing if Jim or his sister caught sight of his bulging pants… but no matter how he willed his penis down, it refused to go limp. Verna wasn't helping the situation, either, all but raping him on the dance floor with his clothes on! On and on her belly and hips writhed against him, brushing teasingly against the stiffened outline of his cock. Her muscles seemed to linger there, massaging gently, slowly in time to the music, sending burning ripples of renewed passion surging through his loins…
"Honey?" she breathed in his ear. "Honey, having a good time?"
"Yeah!" he answered hotly. "I'm having a fine time!"
"Mmmm, good! I love dancing. Any kind of dancing. It always gets me so excited!"
"Is that why… you go-go danced in Fresno?" he asked, finally broaching a subject which his mother had made life miserable over. "I know you did…"
She giggled lightly, teasingly. "I was going to tell you tonight. I mean, it was nothing to be ashamed about… but I knew you'd disapprove."
"Once, I would've," Carl agreed. "Not any longer."
"Good! And I'll… I'll dance for you a very special dance when we're alone, then. A very, very special dance!"
"The dance of the seven veils?" he quipped.
"Who needs veils, honey…?"
Verna's nimble, lithe body continued to caress him, and she undulated against his loins and chest, pressing her soft breasts and rounded hips against his flesh. Her lips were parted and she kept running her hot tongue back and forth along his neck, her breath hot and sweet against his cheeks, her eyes closed and her lashes brushing his skin. Carl knew he should pull back from her before Jim or Suzie saw the erection she was causing him to have, but the salacious pleasure of her expert rhythm rendered him incapable of doing it. All he could do was hold her tighter and slowly turn with the beat of the music and feel his penis grow and grow and grow…
Eventually the music ended, and the two dancing couples drifted apart. They all sat back down on the couch, and since their drinks were mostly empty, Jim proposed another round. Suzie said she'd fix them, but Verna jumped up and quickly offered to be substitute hostess. When she served the drinks, she stood in front of the couch, one hand on her hips and the other raising the glass high. "Here's to us, everybody! Here's to us!"
The other three drank heartily to that, and when the glasses were refilled once more, Jim said cheerily: "She sure is one hell of a dancer, ain't she, Carl?"
Carl grinned broadly and said expansively: "Sure is!"
"She always was a show-off, even when we were kids in grammar school," Jim chuckled fondly. "Always strutting and parading around like a little teaser. That's why she digs dancing so much, Carl, because she likes to show off."
Verna laughed good-naturedly at her brother's ribbing. "I'm a regular exhibitionist, if you really want to know!"
"And it's a good thing she is, too," Jim continued calmly, "because otherwise she might get upset knowing we watched you two fucking in the hills today."
There was a shattering moment of silence after that lewd revelation, which somehow seemed to Suzie to be the loudest sound she'd ever heard in her life. She blanched absolutely white, numbly sitting between Carl and Jim, head bowed and her breath caught in her lungs. Carl looked as if his jaw had suddenly fallen to the floor, and Verna was wide-eyed, blinking rapidly as if she'd just stepped into a pool of harsh light. Only Jim seemed at ease, and he was sitting back with his legs crossed, casually sipping his drink.
"Wh-what was that?" Carl finally managed to gasp out. "What are you saying, Jim! Did you…? Were you…?"
"Uh-huh, we did. We even saw Verna giving you a blow-job!"
For the first time, Suzie ventured to look up. Her twin brother was staring at her, absolutely crimson in the face, his mouth working but without making any noise. The only sound was coming from Verna, and she was beginning to giggle in a drunken, high-pitched tone. Then Jim said placidly: "And believe me, it was one of the hottest things we've ever seen! Why, it was so hot, we fucked right there in the bushes while we watched! Yeah! Me and Suzie! Jesus!"
This was too much for Suzie to bear, and unable to control herself, she moaned: "Oh, please forgive me! I… I don't know what I was doing! It was a mistake, a horrid mistake!"
"I… I…" Carl choked, almost purple now. "Some mistake!"
Verna threw her head back and her giggle turned into a rich, hearty laugh. "The hell it was a mistake! Oh, this is a fracture! You set the whole damned thing up, didn't you, Jim? You set it up when we were talking over breakfast, and you tracked us down, and now… now…!"
She couldn't continue for a moment, her laughter almost reaching hysterical heights. Then she gasped out: "I've never done that before, screwing in front of others. But now that I think about it… Damnit, Jim, you should have told me what you were up to! I think I'd have gotten a real kick out of knowing you were there!"
Carl, spluttering, trying to find words in his reeling brain, leapt to his feet. "You planned it?" he screamed suddenly, as full understanding dawned on him. "You actually planned the whole damned thing? That's the most despicable trick I've ever heard of!"
"Oh, I don't know," Jim answered calmly. "I thought it was kind of fun, personally."
"You… you bastard!"
"Oh, sit down and cool off," Jim retorted, his voice suddenly authoritarian and full of control. "And you, Suzie, don't make excuses. You had fun, too, if only you'd be grown-up enough to admit it."
Carl stood trembling violently, staring wildly at his sister, who sat miserably on the couch, immobile as if in a catatonic state, then at his bride, who was still bubbling with mirth as if the whole affair was some delightful prank; and then at Jim, who snapped again: "Sit down!"
Carl slumped back on the couch, too shocked to resist the command. He didn't know what to think either, except that what he'd just heard went against everything he'd ever been taught, everything he'd ever believed in. He needed time to think, and his temples were pounding with all the alcohol he'd consumed, and Jim's voice seemed somehow hazy and distorted as the older man talked to him.
Jim was explaining now: "Yeah, I set it up in a way though I didn't know what would happen for sure. I did it for the kicks, that's true; but I also did it to prove a lesson to you and Suzie. I liked it, Verna likes it now that she knows, and damnit, if you two would be honest with yourselves, you'd realize you could like it, too." He paused to let his words sink in to Carl and Suzie. "The trouble with both of you is that you were raised puritanically, where innocence and modesty were virtues, and sex was only used as a means of procreation. But that's not right, and the idea that enjoyment is wicked and sinful is the most obscene philosophy which has ever been foisted on the human race. Repression is what's unnatural, not sex, and if you think about it, you'll see that sex – any kind of sex that brings you happiness without hurting somebody else – is a beautiful experience which will enrich your love for one another. End of sermon."
"I… I think you're right, darling," Suzie suddenly said, a certain newfound courage seeping into her heart. "I know that I… liked watching, and well, it didn't hurt anybody and I love you just as much as ever. More, considering how I reacted. Last night, when it was proper for me to experience sex, I still couldn't bring myself to let go. It took what you did, Jim, a morally forbidden act, to open up this whole wonderful world to me."
Carl studied his pretty twin sister, considering her confession and the words Verna had thrown at him about her previous love affairs. He realized to his chagrin that the puritan sterility of his soul had caused him to burst out so angrily, and after another moment's pondering, he slowly stood up and went to his wife. He kissed Verna tenderly on the mouth and announced: "Then… I'm glad we were there for you to see. I got a bang out of… fucking Verna, and if you two got your jollies from it, who am I to complain? What the hell, I'd probably like watching you making love as well!"
"You might just get that chance," Jim mumbled under his breath, too low for anybody to hear. Then, louder, he said: "Then with that out in the open, let's say we get the party going again! How about some more dancing! Verna? What's you say about doing one of your special dances for us, just to show there're no ah… hard feelings!"
Verna giggled again, her eyes flashing with excitement. "That depends on my husband! What do you say, Carl?"
Carl, new paths of sensuality steaming through his mind with the vivid thoughts of how he and Verna must have looked naked and fucking, took a deep swallow of his drink. He smiled encouragingly at her then nodding his agreement. "Sure, why not? Something hot, baby! Like you promised me!"
"Ahhhhhh!" Verna sighed happily, stretching her voluptuous body and smiling cattishly. "I'll do one that'll curl your hair! Like you said, honey, why the hell not? Everybody here has already seen me in the buff!"
God! Did that mean she was going to do a strip right down to nothing? A naked dance? Already Carl's loins were on fire again, his semi-hardened cock leaping into renewed vigor at the thought of seeing his curvaceous bride do a lascivious bump-and-grind! His breath caught in his throat, and a clammy, trembling quality possessed his limbs. Now entirely in the spirit of the occasion, he clapped his hands and called out to her: "Yeah! Yeah, I'd like that!"
And Suzie and Jim, catching the significance of the word like, laughed along with him. "Okay, you rats," Verna said, swinging her long silken hair with a toss of her head. "I'll do my special dance. In honor of this afternoon in the woods!"
"Yehhhh, do your stuff, Sis!" Jim yelled encouragingly.
The young woman basked in their frank adulation, swirling to the center of the living room floor where the glowing fire outlined her body in a bath of orange-gold. Her tongue nipped out and moistened her lips as she undulated provocatively in a dance step neither her husband or Suzie had ever seen before. There was a moment of hesitance as if Verna had second thoughts about doing this here and now, but then with a shrug and a giggle, she ran her slender hands along the sides of her sensual curve-hugging sweater, her mind obviously made up. Slowly she began to lift the sweater over her head in full view of the three others sitting breathlessly on the couch.
Suzie could hear her brother suck in his breath as he watched his bride's seductive strip. She, too, stared in frozen awe as Verna's voluptuously rounded breasts quivered into total freedom. They swelled high and proud in the firelight, their nipples standing out high and stiff as she raised her arms over her head in an enticing little squirm. Then with slow, shy motions, Verna continued to undress, unzipping the side of her mini-skirt and letting it drop. She stepped out of it, almost naked now in her brief pair of sheer pink panties. Teasingly, Verna turned around to the audience and bent in slow motion, presenting the erotic view of her tight round buttocks as she tantalizingly rolled her skimpy panties down over her curving hips and thighs. She hopped out of them when they reached her bare feet, and then turned around again, looking smugly pleased by her daring decision. All of her young, ripened nakedness was exposed now, from her lushly thrusting breasts to the soft dark curls of her pubic hair.
Suzie Halford was momentarily shocked by Verna's complete strip-tease just as she had been when she'd seen her sister-in-law naked in the woods that afternoon. But she forced down her qualms, remembering Jim's lewd words and willing her mind to forget her parents' training so she could become as the others: emancipated. She waited in anticipation and snuggled closer to her husband's body, determined to follow through with her newfound commitment. Shivers of fascination tingled through her and goose-pimples erupted on her sensitive skin and she felt strangely cold. She took repeatedly large swallows of her gin-and-tonic, captivated from the building sexual stimulation that indulging in something forbidden gives.
"You like me?" Verna asked provocatively, cupping her two breasts with the palms of her hands and presenting them toward her watching husband.
"Yeah! Yeah!" Carl panted. He grinned at her fatuously, no longer concerned that she was displaying herself naked in front of his sister and her brother. They'd seen her naked; there was no longer any reason for false modesty! Besides, Jim was right, this was a hell of a kick! "I love you!"
"There's more to come, honey!" She giggled then.
Undulating her taut, lithe buttocks like a fan dancer in a burlesque house, the naked bride gradually slid down to the grass matting, until she was stretched out on her back against the floor. She stretched her muscles with a sigh of pure wantonness, her curvaceous legs scissoring open to lewdly expose the swollen pink lips of her vaginal slit. Her bare feet were pointed directly at the couch, and rapidly growing desire reflected in her eyes as she smiled up between her breasts and winked at the heavily breathing trio.
Suzie stared shamelessly at her sister-in-law's hair-fringed pussy, and the burning sensation which bubbled in her loins grew in maddening intensity with each passing second. Her body began to perspire and her forehead was covered with tiny beads of sweat, and she squirmed down against the cushion, feeling the nylon fabric of her panties rub electrically against her own tingling cunt.
Jim grinned knowingly, and moved closer to his bride, dropping one hand to her legs and slipping it up the fullness of her thigh. At first Suzie fought against the unexpected contact, placing her own hand on his to stop any further advance, but Jim insistently forced his way closer to her tightly throbbing pussy. She couldn't seem to stop him, and he dipped between her legs, his fingers rubbing teasingly against the swollen "vee" of her excitedly moistened panties. She hesitated, undecided. If she struggled to gain her composure and modesty, she would attract attention… and worse, after all that had been said and done today, she wasn't sure she wanted Jim to cease!
There was Verna, naked as a newborn babe and reveling in her blatancy. Carl was obviously entranced with his bride's impromptu strip-show, and was almost acting boastful about it! And Jim was carrying on as if he wanted her to do the same and openly expose herself to everybody's feasting eyes! And… And Lord! The lurid idea was strangely alluring to her the more she watched… alluring enough to seriously consider it!
Blushing from the very indecency of her temptations, Suzie compromised what she should do. She dropped her free hand to cover her husband's, allowing Jim to continue teasing her vaginal crevice through the thin layer of her panties. She gasped unconsciously as sudden waves of indecent pleasure washed over her, overcoming her desire to resist. Jim's hand became bolder as he sensed her tacit surrender. Suzie bit her lip and glanced at Carl to see if he showed any signs of awareness, but his eyes were completely riveted on his writhing, squirming wife on the rug. Her husband's fingers moved in tiny taunting circles and up and down, a titillating addition to the depraved woman lying before them, and Suzie didn't think she could fight another moment! She was ready to leap right out there with Verna, if it would quench the fire raging through her involuntarily contracting vagina! So much had been happening since they arrived at Fredag Lodge, so many new things to absorb – it was too much to take! Her flesh moist with perspiration, the humiliated girl continued to watch her nakedly undulating sister-in-law…
Verna was writhing more abandonedly now, running the palms of both hands across the tender plane of her flat belly as she groaned softly from her own arousing touch. Her fingertips came to rest at the tip of her swollen vaginal lips, and mewling sensuously, she pulled her legs up and let them fall wide apart so that all of her glistening pink cuntal mound was spread obscenely open to her excited viewers. The black-haired bride's hands crawled down to the thinly hair-covered lips of her pussy and spread them slowly apart, her probing fingers working inside the moist rounded edges of her contracting vagina. Then she slipped her middle finger deep up inside the tiny wet hole of her pussy with a soft little sucking sound, a moaning sigh of pleasure purring from her parted lips.
Frozen wide-eyed to the couch, Suzie gasped in stunned, embarrassed disbelief at the obscene spectacle of her brother's wife finger-fucking herself in front of everybody. But her own corrupting husband had successfully turned his once-virginal sweetheart into a loose bundle of raw nerve-ends, incapable of controlling the sexual stimulus. And the lurid sight of Verna Halford Monroe masturbating on the floor filled Suzie with a warm, pulsing response she could feel all the way into the sensitive crevice between her legs despite her unwillingness to allow it. She could sense other small pinpricks of delicious sensation shooting through her breasts, and she labored for breath, squirming harder in a determined effort to overcome her wickedly mounting desires.
She felt Jim becoming more restless than ever, beside her on the couch, and he moved his other hand up to the buttons of her blouse. She tried to fight him, but his fingers were quick and nimble, and her thin summer blouse was opened down and away from her body before she had fully realized what was happening. Jim slid his hand along the golden-tan of her naked back and with a twist of his wrist, unsnapped her brassiere. His fingers cupped the naked mounds of flesh as they came free, lewdly squeezing the hardened nipples until a small sensation of pain brought a mewl of surprised pleasure from his bride's open mouth.
"Ohhhhhh," Suzie moaned, almost unconsciously. She rotated her buttocks down harder against the cushions, only to discover that Jim's other hand had been just as busy! Now her husband was snaking his fingers obscenely under the thin elastic leg band of her panties, worming into the warm moist channel of her cunt! Was there no end to his madness? Did he want to… to make love to her right here in front of Verna and Carl?
Desperately she squirmed against his hand, holding her breath as her entire body quivered to the lewd impaling of her wetly welcoming vagina. She could feel her cuntal secretions flowing unwantedly over his palm as he held her panty crotchband aside and ground his middle finger deeper up into her flowering pussy-flesh. He slid gently over the tiny bud of her clitoris with his thumb, sending it springing to life again, just as he had only hours before in the hills. But then it had been different… at least then they had been alone, even if the other couple hadn't! Suzie jumped forward as his hand curled further under her buttocks, parting the soft, swollen lips of her vagina while it teasingly snaked its way further up inside the tight warm opening of her desire-inflamed cunt. Wild electric shocks of pleasure stabbed through her, paralyzing her as she felt her lecherous husband begin to draw her thin white panties down over the rounded cheeks of her buttocks. She struggled futilely, her every move only seeming to impale his gently thrusting middle finger deeper into the sensitive mouth of her vagina with searing tingles of sensation. A cool rush of air hit her exposed loins, and she suddenly flushed with shame… for now she realized that in her passionate jerkings, Jim had not only been able to worm her panties down, but had also slowly, patiently, worked her skirt open as well!
She was as naked as Verna was now – or at least, where it counted the most! Her blouse billowed open, spread wide by the firm, pointing mounds of her breasts, and her skirt and panties were bunched around her knees, ready to fall to the floor the moment she should stand up! Her buttocks were nakedly undulating on the couch, the blonde curly hair of her vaginal mound covered only by the lewdly erotic hand that was expanding her tight pink cuntal mouth! His maddening caresses on her naked breasts and the teasing rotations in her pussy were driving her out of her mind! And why should she fight her secretly yearning desires another instant? Jim had won… won again as he'd won that afternoon, and she might just as well submit to her traitorously betraying body and fuck and grovel alongside Verna on the carpet. What would Carl say if she did? Lord, the very debasing scandal of her brother watching her being fucked by Jim sent rockets of masochistic sensation shooting through her blood! She turned her attention back to Verna spread-leggedly fingering herself, waiting with nervous anticipation of her own ravaged emotions for what would happen next…