"Well, how's my big girl this morning?" Ray inquired jovially when Kathy came down to breakfast the next day. He and Paula were seated at the kitchen table, having toast and coffee.
"I'm all right, Mr. Simpson," the young girl replied in a cool tone. She avoided looking at either him or her mother as she sat down and poured dry cereal into her bowl.
Paula regarded her daughter critically. "I told you, Kathy, that you're to call him Daddy."
Ray quickly spoke up. "That's all right. Let Kathy do whatever is most comfortable for her. The important thing is that we're going to get along very well. Aren't we, Kathy?"
"Yes, sir," she said, and poured milk on her cereal. She still didn't look directly at him.
Billy entered the room and said nothing as he took his place at the table.
Good morning, darling," his mother greeted him cheerfully.
"Hello there, Son," said Ray. "Have a good sleep?"
"Yeah, pretty good," Billy said, pouring cereal into his bowl.
Paula bit her lip. She was going to have trouble with her children, she realized. It was plain that they resented Ray's presence in their home, and they probably also resented the affection she was giving him.
It was best to be patient with them, she decided, and not attempt to force things. Ray seemed to understand that. He was a wise man in many ways. She loved him very much.
Paula smiled and addressed both her children. "You know that your, ub, daddy and I are going to be away for a few days. We're leaving this afternoon. Aunt Maude will be here when you get home from school. Be nice to her, won't you?"
"Yes, Mother," Kathy said primly.
"I know I can count on you, too, Billy," his mother said.
"Yeah, Mom."
Paula glanced at Ray, who was looking lovingly at her. He gave her a wink of reassurance.
The children didn't linger over their breakfast, since they were due at school. Paula gave them some last-minute instructions about things to do and not to do while she was gone. Then she and Ray accompanied them to the front door.
As Kathy kissed her mother goodbye, she thought of how she had watched her mother use her mouth on Mr. Simpson. Kathy wanted to wipe her mouth after the kiss.
When Ray offered his hand, she took it. They didn't kiss. Billy went through the same routine with his mother and Ray.
As the children turned to leave, Kathy said to her mother stiffly, "I hope you have a good time."
"Thank you, darling," Paula said with a warm smile. "We will."
Throughout the day, the young girl had great difficulty keeping her mind on her studies. Naughty pictures kept flashing in her mind. She still regarded them as naughty, despite her disillusionment with her mother's moral teachings, because she had nothing but those tarnished morals to believe in.
One picture that returned again and again was of her mother writhing on her back with her parted legs sticking up in the air, while Mr. Simpson fucked away between them. That had made her mother look especially wicked, because of the impassioned expression on her face while it was happening.
Providing almost equal torment was the recollection of what she and Billy had done. She kept feeling his stiff cock in her hand as she stroked it, and she thrilled again to the caress of his fingertips on her hot, slick clit.
Her panties were damp during most of the day.
Some friends walked home from school with her and Billy, thereby preventing Kathy from talking with Billy about what had been troubling her. Their friends continued on down the Street when she and Billy turned up and walk which led to the front door of their home.
"Are you ready for sourpuss Maude?" Billy asked wryly.
"She makes me want to barf," was Kathy's reply.
When they opened the door and entered the house, a startled female voice called from the living room, "Who's there?"
"It's us Auntie-Kathy and Billy," the young girl replied.
"Oh. You're home so soon?" Their mother's sister appeared in the doorway and didn't smile as she surveyed her niece and nephew.
The forty-year-old spinster was tall and had a full figure, but her physical features were not enhanced by the plain, conservatively tailored dress she wore. Her long black hair, which would have been attractive if she had styled it smartly, was wound into a severe bun. She wore no makeup. The old-fashioned hearing aid, whose dangling wire disappeared inside the dress, lent a final negative touch to her appearance. She had been forced to adopt the bulky appliance when she was twenty, Paula once had explained to the children, and it had exerted a stifling effect on her personality. But Kathy and Billy suspected that she simply was born disagreeable.
"Did you wipe your feet before coming into the house?" Maude asked.
"Yes, Auntie," Kathy replied in a tired tone.
"Well, come into the living room, then," the older woman said, and turned to lead the way.
Billy made a face.
"Sit down, sit down," Maude said, and gestured irritably toward the sofa. "Now I want to tell you bow I expect you to behave while your mother is away" The children were forced to sit through a ten-minute lecture on such matters as keeping their rooms tidy, appearing for meals precisely on time, and not "bringing a lot of noisy youngsters into the house. They dutifully agreed.
"Now you've probably got homework to do," Maude concluded, "so up to your rooms right away and get started on it. The television will not be turned on this evening until all of your homework has been done-do you understandt"
"Yes, Auntie," Kathy said.
As she and her brother walked up the stairs side by side, Billy remarked under his breath, "The old creep!"
But they both knew there was nothing to be gained by defying their aunt, and they went directly to their respective rooms to do their homework as she had ordered. Later they appeared for dinner at precisely six o'clock. The meal, while hearty and nourishing, wasn't as tasty as the food their mother usually prepared. But neither of the children complained.
After dinner, Maude required them to do the dishes. Then, before she would permit them to turn on the TV in the living room, she insisted they show her their completed homework assignments.
Maude sat down in the living room and chose the first two programs, neither of which the children liked. By eight o'clock, she began to yawn.
"I believe I'll go up to my room," she said a few minutes later. "You may remain down here until ten o'clock, but then you're to turn off the TV and go to bed. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Auntie," Kathy replied.
"Mom lets us stay up until eleven sometimes," Billy pointed out.
"Well, I am not your mom," Maude said firmly. "You will go to bed at ten every night while I am here. If necessary, I'll make it a point to stay awake so I can come down and check on you."
"You don't need to do that, Auntie," Kathy said. "We'll go to bed at ten."
Billy glared at his sister. He wondered why she was sucking up to their grouchy old aunt.
When ten o'clock arrived, Billy suggested,
"Let's stay up and watch more TV."
But Kathy said, "I don't feel like it. I'm going to bed."
"Well, I'll go too," he said, and snapped off the TV.
"How do you suppose Mom and Mr. Simpson are getting along?" Kathy asked as she turned off the lights in the living room.
"The same way they got along last night," Billy said.
"Do you think they're… fucking tonight, too?" his sister asked in a whisper.
"They're on their honeymoon, aren't they?" Billy retorted. "What do people go on a honeymoon for, except to fuck?"
"But do they do it two nights in a row?"
"They do it whenever they feel like it, I guess."
"I don't think I'd feel like doing it that often," Kathy said.
"What do you know about it?" her brother shot back.
"I know as much, as you do. You've never done it either."
"I'm going to one of these days," he said as they started up the stairs.
"Shhh. Aunt Maude might hear you."
"Aw, bullshit," Billy said. "You know she takes off her hearing aid when she goes to bed."
"Don't say 'bullshit'," Kathy chided. "It sounds nasty."
They went to their respective rooms. Kathy turned on her radio, setting the volume low. She was about to begin getting 'undressed when she remembered what had been bothering her during the day-the part about what she and Billy had done last night. She wanted to tell him that they must never do that again.
She left her room, tiptoed across the hail, and opened Billy's door.
She hadn't really thought about the possibility that he may be undressed. However, the fact was that she had always been in the habit of knocking before entering his room just as he always had done before entering hers, but this time she merely opened the door and walked in.
Kathy's eyes widened as she stared at her twin brother. He was standing in front of his dresser mirror, looking at himself sideways, and his cock was rigidly erect. He had his hand around the shaft, suggesting that he had just stroked it into the aroused state.
He whirled when he heard Kathy enter the room. "Hey, get outa here!" he said, and tried to cover his stiff cock.
For a few moments, she couldn't move. The sight of Billy standing there with a big hard-on captivated her and evoked an immediate response within her cunt. She could feel the glands of her pussy spring into action, and she became very hot.
"I-I'm sorry," she finally was able to murmur, and turned to leave.
She hurried back to her own room, closed the door, and lay down on her bed. Her heart was thumping wildly, and by now her pussy was wet.
She was ashamed to have reacted that way at the sight of her own brother, but her shame didn't lessen the excitement. She had been keyed up all day as a result of her frustrating experience with Billy the night before, and by now she was so hot she could hardly stand it.
Feeling that she was doing wrong, but unable to control her sinful urge, she lifted her skirt and began rubbing her hot little pussy through her silk panties.
She gripped the waistband of her panties and wriggled her hips as she pushed the undergarment down to her thighs. Then she placed her hand directly on the fuzzed, moist lips of her cunt and rubbed them. Soon she was concentrating on the tingling tip of her clit, stroking and squeezing it as she gasped and writhed.
No! she suddenly thought. Oh, God, I mustn't do this!
She pulled her panties back up into place and pushed down her skirt. She lay there smoldering and breathing hard as she stared at the ceiling.
After a while she got up, and with trembling fingers, removed her clothes. She didn't put on a nightie. She turned out the lamp and climbed into bed.
Her young body continued to throb with desire as she lay in the dark, wishing she could fall asleep. But sleep seemed very far off. The vision of Billy, as she had seen him a few minutes ago, kept flashing in her mind, and this took her back to the preceding night when she had watched her mother and Mr. Simpson fucking.
Kathy caught herself wishing Billy would come to her. It would be possible for them to do most anything without their aunt finding out what was going on. She was practically deaf without her hearing aid.
The young girl wondered desperately what she could do to ease the burning within her cunt. She writhed between the sheets and rubbed her hot thighs together. They were very damp now.
Again she sent her fingers down to explore the slippery folds of her cunt, to seek out her sensitive clit and to caress the little bump. That felt so very, very good!
But it had felt even better when Billy had played with her. Oh, if only he would come into her room and do that again!
Quite a few minutes passed, and Kathy kept glancing at her closed door, which was illuminated by the moonlight that splashed in through the windows.
Billy… Billy! she thought. Oh, Billy, I need you!
She stroked her cunt for a while, then stopped in shame as her passion subsided slightly. But she couldn't resist resuming her sinful masturbation. Still nothing happened. She couldn't bring herself even close to the point of release.
Suddenly she heard a sound and glanced at the door. It was still closed. But she kept staring at it, because the noise had seemed to come from there. As she watched, the door began to swing open.
Kathy's heart thudded. She caught her breath.
The door opened further, and she saw what at first appeared to be a white blur. But she realized immediately it was Billy. She lifted her head from the pillow and stared at him. He was naked!
"Billy!" she exclaimed.
He held his finger to his mouth and said, "Shhhh."
He turned and closed the door behind him. Then he approached the bed. As he came closer, passing directly through the shaft of moonlight, Kathy saw that his beautiful cock was sticking up, just as it had been when she had entered his room a little while ago.
Giddy thrills went through her. She fought the urge to immediately reach out and grasp his manly cock.
"Keep quiet," Billy whispered.
"Why?" Kathy responded. "Aunt Maude can't hear."
"Maybe she's got her hearing aid on and she's listening."
"That's crazy. She's probably sound asleep."
"Slide over," Billy said. "I want to get in bed with you."
Kathy hesitated for only a moment, then did as he had requested. He slid under the covers and stretched out beside her.
Kathy's heart was hammering so hard by this time that she could hear it. Her throat felt tight.
"Put your hand on my cock," Billy whispered, and she immediately complied. She gripped his hot cock and began to stroke it.
"Play with me, too," Kathy said, gasping.
He placed his hand on her moist cunt and began to rub the soft, wiggly lips. This contact, plus Kathy's stroking of his cock, sent him into sexual orbit.
Suddenly Billy knew what he would have to do tonight. He wasn't going to be satisfied with getting jerked off.
He turned toward Kathy and slid his hand up from her pussy to her tits. He rubbed his sister's hard mounds, enjoying their taut quiver. Her nipples stuck up so firmly that they scratched his palm.
"Oooh, Billy… ooooh," Kathy purred.
He lowered his face to a tit and clamped his lips around her nipple. He sucked the nubbin hard. Kathy went out of her mind with delight. She pulled urgently on her brother's throbbing prick.
"I've gotta fuck you!" Billy croaked. "Oh, Jesus, let's fuck!"
The words seared Kathy's brain, and she jerked her hand away from his cock. Panic gripped her.
"No!" she exclaimed. "We can't! Ooh, Billy, you've got to leave here!"
"I won't," he said huskily. "I need you!"
He started to climb on top of her. His sister's brain reeled. She fought him desperately, flailing her arms and trying to kick him. But he succeeded in settling himself between her thighs; his hard cock sandwiched up against his sister's belly.
By leaning against her, Billy was able to hold Kathy down, and he quickly grasped her arms and pinned them to the mattress.
Her panic became intense when she realized that her brother was too strong for her to resist. In fact, he was already in position to do what he wanted. The thought of him actually getting inside her- breaking her cherry and driving his stiff young cock deeply into her, as she had watched Mr. Simpson drive his shaft into her mother-terrified her and flooded her with shame. Yet her sexual excitement increased. Her body wanted him to do the awful thing, while her mind and morals resisted.
"Billy, please… ooh, please!" she said desperately. "We can't do this!"
"We've got to!" he said.
"It's a terrible sin!"
"Shut up," was his only answer, and he released one of her arms momentarily while he reached down and grasped his cock to direct it toward his sister's cunt.
Kathy swung at him, striking the side of his head and clawing him on the cheek. But when she felt the hot tip of his prick nosing into her cunt, she turned to jelly.
"Ooohhh… ooh, noooh!" she moaned.
As Billy began to push his cock against the membrane of her cherry, a sharp pain went through her, and she gasped. She held her breath and she couldn't fight. She couldn't even think any more. Her body just kept throbbing.
Billy pushed harder. His young cock was extremely strong and stiff, and he didn't have to exert much pressure in order to rupture his sister's cherry. When the tissue began to tear, the pain became blinding. Kathy sobbed behind clenched teeth, and tears flooded her eyes.
Then suddenly the breaking of her cherry was complete and the pain subsided as she felt Billy's hard cock gliding into her. In, in, in he came, filling her tight, virginal cunt with the bonelike shaft of his cock.
This was Billy's first time, and the giddy thrill of feeling his cock captured by her cunt was overpowering. His head became light, and he immediately gave in to the urge to hunch rapidly-to stroke his sensitive cock in and out of his sister's clinging cunt.
To Kathy, the entire room seemed to spin. She gasped and moaned, but didn't move, because she was completely overcome by what was happening to her. There was great pleasure, but it was mingled with the hurt of friction against the torn edges of her cherry. The whole experience awed Kathy to such an extent that she couldn't respond freely. She was amazed at the feel of Billy inside her-his hardness and rapid motions, alternately filling her and receding, driving deep into her young cunt then withdrawing, the motions being repeated so quickly that she could scarcely become accustomed to the sense of possessing him.
But she began to feel as if she were building toward something, like when she had rubbed her cut, or when Billy had rubbed it. Then suddenly her brother rammed his cock deeply into her cunt and held it there as it gave a spastic lurch. She felt a spurting-some kind of warm moisture being released in her cunt-and Billy went limp on her with a sigh.
Kathy realized what had happened, and this filled her with a new fear. Billy had injected into her some of the thick, milky fluid she had watched spurting from his cock last night-the stuff that made babies!
"Ooh, no!" she cried out, and began to fight Billy fiercely. She beat at him with her fists and flailed her legs as she sought to throw her brother off and to wriggle out from under his weight.
"Hey, what's the matter?" he asked stupidly as he lifted his head and tried to restrain her.
"You've knocked me up!" she exclaimed. "Oh, God, you've knocked me "Quiet!" Billy whispered harshly. "Aunt Maude might hear."
"Oooh, I'm pregnant, I'm pregnant!" Kathy wailed. But she stopped fighting. She realized that would do no good now.
"You probably aren't," he said. "Anyway, if it happened, it happened."
"Ooh, Billy, how could you?" she cried, and lapsed into sobs.
But her misery wasn't solely inspired by the possibility that she was pregnant, as awesome as that seemed. Though she had been fucked, she hadn't obtained any real satisfaction from it. Like her abortive experiences with masturbation, there had been stimulation without release. Her nerves remained taut as piano wires. Her young body still cried out for gratification which she didn't understand, but which she now desperately needed.