It was no use. It was no damn use. All the physical sensations had been there, but that was all. There was something missing, Goddamn it! Then was that certain special feeling she'd had with her dad, and to an extent with Alvin that she hadn't had at all with Drew.
She was doomed to be a fucking fool for her brothers. Damn! It wasn't right. It wasn't right!
Maybe she needed psychiatric help. Psychiatrists were like priests. Everything told to them was kept secret.
Her high school had its own psychiatrist. Actually, he worked for all the schools in the area. He was young, his practice had yet to really build, and in order to keep working so he could improve himself, Dr. Herb Fischer supplemented his regular clientele with students and teachers from the schools, never charging them.
Dr. Fischer had just reached twenty-nine. He was five feet eight inches tall, with dark hair, a pleasant, handsome face, and a penchant for being carefully precise about everything he did. His parents had come from Germany during World War II to escape Nazi barbarism, and his father had taught Fischer to be thorough in everything he did. And, above all, keep records.
Bernadette had worked for him two years earlier, doing her bit as a part-time receptionist. Since he never charged, he never had to pay his student staff. But she had been fascinated by his thoroughness and his record keeping. She wondered if he kept records of all the women he'd screwed – how often, how satisfactory, how many came back for more, and so on.
So she made an appointment, and the following Tuesday, went to his office. She had rarely been in his private office when she'd worked for him. Usually she remained in the outer office. But this time she went right in, noting on her way in, that he had another eighteen-year-old receptionist wearing the white dress she herself had worn when she'd worked for him.
Fischer's room had lots of light, with a desk near the large picture window at the far end of the room. There was the usual couch against the right wall. And there was a large, overstuffed chair against the left wall, which was actually a built-in bookshelf.
Fischer was dressed in dark slacks and a tweed jacket, and was even more handsome than Bernadette had remembered him. His manner had always been that of the professional doctor when she'd worked for him. He wasn't one of those men who was starved for feminine companionship, nor did he use his occupation to take advantage of any girl, whether she was working for him, or a patient.
He remembered her and greeted her affably enough. Then he asked her to sit in the overstuffed chair rather than lie down on the couch. He spoke soothingly, reassuringly, and in no time she had poured out her problem to him. She spoke for the entire hour, after which he said, "You've given me much to think about, Miss Reese. Yours is not a common problem, but it is by no means a rare one. You'd be surprised to learn how many other people, male and female, have come to me telling me similar stories. But in each case there was something traumatic that first triggered them off. You haven't undergone such a shock. Therefore we will have to analyze the various possible causes before we can effect a cure. I'm afraid this will mean your having to come here for quite some time."
"Dr. Fischer, I'd do anything, anything at all to get rid of this horrible obsession. I mean, deep down, I can't stomach Alvin. He's my brother, and I suppose I love him the way a sister should love a brother, but this other thing…"
"It's going to take a while, Miss Reese, but we'll eventually work it out."
"But what do I do in the meantime? I mean, suppose one of my other brothers gets the same urge? Fighting him off would be easy enough, if I could fight myself."
"As I said, Miss Reese, it will take a while before we can come to any kind of answer."
"But how do I handle things?"
"To fight yourself at this point would be more dangerous than giving in. Right now you have an unknown reason for wanting to go to bed with your brothers. Until you discover the reason, fighting the desire could prove harmful. You might upset yourself so much, emotionally, that you'll turn away from all men. My suggestion, at the present time, is that you don't forget to take the Pill. Have a little patience and this will all be straightened out."
"Thank you, Doctor," she said, offering her hand.
He took it, clasping it firmly but gently, and for the first time that she could remember, Bernadette felt another kind of a tingle.
Still somewhat confused, Bernadette left Dr. Fischer's office and took the bus home. Alvin was waiting for her when she got inside. She had put him off too long in her desire to build up a strong emotion for her date with Drew Starker, and he refused to be put off any longer. He didn't even wait for her to put her schoolbooks down. As she came in the door, he grabbed her, slammed the door shut, and then carried her upstairs. And despite the silly, idiotic grin on his face, Bernadette felt herself becoming strongly aroused as his hands moved all over her body. Both were so aroused, neither thought to shut the bedroom door, much less lock it, and while they were busy fucking, neither was aware of the arrival of Ron, the youngest brother. He heard them as he was coming up the stairs. He saw Bernadette's bedroom door open, and he saw his sister and brother screwing.
Ron Reese was no less horny than brother Alvin. And he had seen how admirably Bernadette had filled out. More than once he'd gone to bed jerking off, dreaming of fucking his sister. And now, there she was, fucking for Alvin. Well, shit! If she could screw for that moron, there was no reason why she couldn't share her cunt with him. But not right now. To break in on them while they were banging away might make her so ashamed she just might cut off Alvin as well as himself. And Alvin was an elephant with whom he never wanted to tangle. Besides, be didn't want to stuff his cock into his sister after her cunt had been greased by Alvin's sperm. Usually, whenever he came home, she was either in the midst of doing housework, or was finishing taking a bath. Now he knew why she took those baths. She was washing Alvin's gook out of her snatch.
Terrific! He'd grab her for himself at night.
And so Ron waited. He waited while Alvin finished fucking Bernadette, listening the whole time. He noted she was enjoying herself as much as he, having at least two sets of multiple orgasms to every come of Alvin's.
He waited when she went and took her bath. She took a long time in the bathroom, which was good. She was making certain every last sloppy drop of Alvin's jizz was being cleaned out of her twat.
He waited while she did the housecleaning. He did his homework.
He waited through supper. Bernadette had cooked up one helluva tasty roast. It made Ron wonder how she could do it in so little time.
He waited trough an evening of TV watching, where everyone had to watch what big brother Dave wanted to see.
He waited while all the others took then showers and went to bed. Then he took a shower himself, and went to his own bed. He shared a bedroom with Alvin, but Alvin was a heavy sleeper. Once he conked out for the night, fire alarms wouldn't waken him.
Since the death of their parents, Dave had taken over the master bedroom. Dave's former room was occupied by Gail, who had shared Bernadette's bedroom. Now that she had her own private bedroom, Gail was constantly inviting boys to the house, letting them climb down the trellis outside her window after they finished fucking her.
Bernadette slept alone. But not tonight. Tonight she was gonna sleep with brother Ron, and get her ass fucked off, good and proper.
It was well after midnight when Ron got out of bed and left the room with Alvin snoring away like a buzz saw. Ron closed the door to his room so Alvin's snoring wouldn't waken anyone else in the house. Not that it much mattered. Dave always slept with his door closed, and so did Gail, though no one ever knew if she was actually sleeping. Bernadette always left the door to her room open at night, and as he entered, Ron could see her, fast asleep in the buff as a street light came sliding across her body, making her look golden. He slipped off his pajamas, dropping them.
Closing the door and locking it, Ron moved over to the bed and looked down at his sleeping sister. The covers were down to her waist, giving him an opportunity to admire her full, weighty, pear-shaped tits. God! They were beautiful. He was willing to bet they tasted just like the fruit they resembled. She was over on the far left side of the bed, facing away from the bed itself, sleeping on her side.
Smiling, Ron slid into bed and pulled the covers over his sister and himself, fitting his body to hers, spoon-fashion, with her round ass-cheeks pressing against his thighs. One arm slipped under her and the hand cupped the full knob of her tit as his body pressed against hers. His other hand rubbed her belly.
Bernadette didn't waken at first. She lay there sighing and mewling, enjoying the contact. She wiggled a little, pressing her ass back against his already-stiff cock. Ron's prick was the littlest bit shorter than Alvin's, though no less thick. He wrapped one leg around his sister's outer thigh, pressing the hot point of his swollen cock against her ass-crack. His fingers gently rubbed her nipples, manipulating them, caressing them, feeling them swell arid enlarge. Christ! Her nipples felt as nice as they looked. And the weight of her tits, balanced in the palms of his hands, were solid, heavy objects, not the soft, mushy tits he had felt when playing around with Gloria Gaynor down the block. Jesus! She was a sexy bitch, all right. And that fat fuck Alvin had been screwing her all by himself. The selfish prick.
Her thighs suddenly parted a little and the head of his rampant dick slid between them, feeling the solid softness of them as they pressed on both sides. Ron pushed a little harder, and the prick slid a bit farther along, the head actually pressing against the bottom of her moist hole. His rug like crotch was scratching against her ass-crack, making her wriggle all the more, sighing and enjoying while asleep.
Feeling his cock could do no good where it was lodged, Ron pulled back with the intention of sliding it between her twat-lips up into her boiling cunt-hole. He could feel the hot lubricant as it came sliding out onto his cock, and it was like liquid fire. God! Was her pussy ever hot!
He pulled his cock back, moved his body a little higher, and then slowly eased forward. He felt the hot bulb of his seeping prick press against her asshole. The pressure seemed to excite the sleeping Bernadette, and instead of letting the weighty cock slide down into her cunt-crack, she tightened her ass-cheeks around it, wanting to enjoy the continued pleasure of the pressure against her asshole. Ron pressed hard, harder than he intended, and the slippery pussy-cream, mixed with his own lubricant, made her ass channel so slippery, his cock slid right down and through her clasped thighs until it once again poked its head out in front, as if peeping from under her cunt. He could feel his sleeping sister rubbing her body back and forth, creating some sort of friction as the wetness continued seeping from her cunt and his cock kept on leaking. The juices were flowing hot and heavily. The lips of her sweet cunt were beginning to part, letting the inner part of her labes rub against his rod. The cock-head slid back and forth, the flange of his corona wildly rubbing against her slick, slavering pussy-flaps as her thighs pressed together tightly.
The hand he had on his sister's stomach was moving in wild circles, and he could feel her shudder with excitement. Then the hand slid up and once again cupped her boob, as the other hand still tightly gripped the tit it had held all the while. He rubbed her nipples until he would have sworn they burned, and her ass rubbed against his pelvis, making his seething cock bob up and down against the groping lips of her sopping cunt. Her entire lower half was rubbing itself back against him, hard. He could feel the solid, rubbery cheeks of her ass press deeper and deeper into his belly and thighs.
The head of Ron's simmering cock was soaked. Her twat was leaking like the proverbial sieve.
Ron's hand slid down across her belly again, rubbing it as it moved, and then he could feel the top of her black bush with his fingers. Christ! Just to be able to touch her box was something. He moved one of the fingers a little deeper, finding her swelling clit and rubbing it strongly as she bucked and humped her body back and forth.
"What's happening?" he heard her voice say. She had awakened.
"Shhhhhh!" he whispered.
"Alvin?" she asked. "Is that you? How many times have I warned you…" and she stopped, suddenly realizing it wasn't Alvin. Whoever was rubbing against her had an almost flat stomach and not Alvin's huge belly.
"It's me, Ron," he whispered into her ear, stabbing his tongue in at the same time.
Bernadette felt new, hot, overpowering thrills shoot trough her body. It was another brother. Had he not been a relative, she might have fought and struggled. But it was Ron. Yes, the mere thought of it being another of the males who had been produced by her father was enough to arouse her now that she was awake. She should have made some show of resistance. The right thing to do would have been to tell him to stop, or to struggle, even a little. But she did none of these things. She could feel his finger rubbing her cunt, and she rotated her body strongly against his, whispering, "Ron, you're driving me crazy. What are you… doing… here?"
"I'm gonna fuck you, Bern," he told her, using his own pet name for her. "I'm gonna shove my dick all the way up inside your cunt."
Her ass pounded against his belly, making him grip her thighs and pull her ever closer. She pounded so hard against him, he took a moment to pull back. When he moved forward into her thudding ass again, his cock got caught between the cheeks. And then she was pulling forward and slamming back again, and suddenly his prong was pushing into her tight asshole.
Bernadette shuddered. This was the first time a prick had ever probed her butt. It should have hurt. It was a fat cock, and it was stretching her sphincter as it forced its way ever deeper, pushing, pushing, and pushing. She rotated her ass, forcing his cock to corkscrew a bit and widen her butt. Her own hands reached behind her and pulled her ass-cheeks wider apart as if to help the thrust of the weighty rod.
Bernadette felt herself trembling with ecstatic anticipation. She didn't stop to wonder at her feelings. All she knew was, she wanted Ron's cock inside her, and she didn't care which hole he used. The knob pushed hard against her shitter, forcing it to open a bit more, and then the top of his cock-head slid in. She waited, holding her breath, feeling him draw his hips back a bit, and then he rammed forward, and more of the spongy knob slid into her butt. She grunted, feeling the corona slip into her asshole.
Ron's hands released her hips and reached for her tits. He squeezed them hard, pressing her nipples between his fingers again and sending icy chills through her nervous system.
Now she felt him pushing again, and each little movement made her excited asshole suck his cock in a little deeper. To Bernadette, Ron's cock felt a thousand times hotter in the tight confines of her asshole than any other cock had ever felt in her pussy. The seepage from his cock gradually coated her ass-tunnel. Everything slowly got wet, and then the cock began sliding in and out more easily, making the movement a bit stronger and more certain. Oh, God! It was so different from having a cock stuffed up her pussy. In fact, the pressure was so different, it made her wonder if someday she might not be able to take a cock in her ass and one in her cunt at the same time. And in the meantime her body rotated madly.
Once Ron's prick was in, he rested. It had been an ordeal, sliding his thick, broad meat into her tight, squeezing little asshole. But it was in, and did it ever feel good. Oh, yeah!
Slowly, carefully, he began testing her asshole, moving his throbbing prick out very slowly, and then pushing it back in. To Bernadette, her asshole felt so large she thought an entire redwood log was inside, and the pumping back and forth seemed to juice up her cunt that much more. Soon he was ramming back and forth with as much power as if his seething cock were buried in the depths of her cunt rather than her ass. The pronging in her butt was making her squishy cunt start to ache with desire. The fire in her pussy made her tighten all her body muscles, including her hung, and it squeezed closely around the intruding prick, making Ron sigh.
Soon Bernadette was taking control of the situation, revolving her hips and pulling wildly, then thrusting back madly until she could swear his cock reamed through her shit-chute on up into her belly. It made the nerves in her cunt that much more sensitive as her box became blazing hot with wanton desire.
"Funny feeling," she muttered. "Funny feeling. Feels like… ooooohhh… I'm going… huuuhhhhhh… to come…"
"Good, good," her brother muttered. "I'm glad you can feel something in there, Bern… Jeez, you're so fuckin' tight… ahhhhh… I never thought I'd ever be… wow… fuckin' an asshole, especially… ooooooowowwwwww… yours. God! You're gorgeous, Bern!"
His arms suddenly came down around her belly and pulled her ass hard against his belly. His fingernails seemed to dig into her flesh like the talons of an eagle. Bernadette grabbed her pillow and stuffed it into her mouth to keep her scream from being heard as the soaring feeling began building to an uncontrollable pitch. She rocked from side to side and pounded her ass back hard, feeling the weirdest, strangest sensation suddenly shoot sparks through her entire being.
And then she was coming, just as surely as if she were being fucked in the cunt. Only this orgasm was originating in her ass. It was totally different and therefore completely fabulous.
Lights went off in her head and sirens sounded in her ears. She could smell all the fabulous perfumes of Arabia in her nostrils, and the wonderful taste of ambrosia seemed to fill her mouth as one wild thrill chased another through her entire system, making her body shudder.
And when she would have climbed down from the highest star, she felt Ron tighten behind her as his heavy dick suddenly spurted wads of heavy jizz into her sensitive asshole, bathing it with its soft warmth. Under the pressure of her squeezing shitter, Ron's sensitive cock blasted what seemed like gallons of cum into her quivering asshole. Hot, creamy splashes shot all over her inner butt, washing it thoroughly with his spunk.
Little by little, as if air were being let out of it, Ron's cock slowly began deflating. It shrank and shriveled until it was no longer able to stay inside her asshole. Even when it came out, they lay together spoon-fashion, she cupped inside his curved body.
At one point they fell asleep that way, Ron having enough sense to draw the covers over the two of them first. And they slept that way until five-thirty in the morning. Then Ron awoke. His movement woke Bernadette. She smiled and lazily turned to face him.
Ron was the best looking of her three brothers. He had a dark-blond Afro. He and Gail were the only two blondes in the family. Alvin, Dave, and Bernadette all had jet-black hair.
"Fuck me," she whispered. "Just fuck me straight right now. We have all the time in the world to learn fancy positions."
"Yeah, Bern," he agreed. "I've been dying to fuck you for the past three years. Christ! What a body you have."
"Yours isn't bad, either," she complimented.
"Jeez, I'm nuts about you, Bern. I've always loved you the way a brother's supposed to love a sister, but now I wanna love you the way a man loves a woman, because you're some gorgeous hunka woman."
"Start at the bottom and work your way up," she suggested.
"Good idea," he agreed, throwing the covers back.
Moving to the foot of the bed, he knelt at her feet and began licking her soles. Bernadette writhed and squirmed, enjoying it, not even thinking about the fact that she was committing incest again.
His mouth began moving along her foot, kissing the ankle, then the calf, nibbling her shins. He took the time to lick her other leg, as well. His tongue began licking its way up her thighs, stopping at her black beaver to deliver a strong kiss to her musky gash. Then his mouth continued moving on up her belly, licking its way up, across her navel as his rigid cock swung to and fro. His heavy balls hung straight down, dangling beneath the boom of cock. "Fuck me," she began begging softly. "Fuck me now."
"You bet, Bernie," he whispered, easing himself between her strong, white pillarly thighs, resting his arms on the tops of her raised knees as he pointed the swollen knob of his anxious cock towards her furry pussy-mound.
"Come on," Bernadette urged. "Fuck me. Fuck your sister."
"That's just what I'm gonna do," he told her, noticing the way her dresser mirror was positioned.
He leaned forward and turned on the bed lamp, then whispered, "Look into the mirror, kid. Watch the way my cock slides right into your hot hole. I can tell, you're burning in there, hot and tight and wet. Look, Bern, and watch how my cock slides right into your pussy."
Bernadette was panting heavily, her head lolling from one side to the other. Her arms rested limply by her side as Ron gripped her ass-cheeks to force her hairy twat-mound higher, to meet his first, strong, head-on inward thrust.
He rammed forward, inching his dick into her sucking snatch, and Bernadette, fascinated by what she saw in her dresser mirror, stared as the thick, hard cock slowly slid past her coral labes, inch by quivering inch. She raised her butt to meet the thrust of his seething cock, feeling it inch steadily, deliciously, delightfully into her sucking fuck-hole. Soon his weighty balls pressed against her asshole as the full length of his knobby prick was totally buried in the depths of her weeping cunt.
"Ooooooh… so good," Bernadette cooed. "So good."
His chest came pressing down on her full, swollen tits, feeling her rubbery nipples spike into him as her jugs flattened, as his hips began hunching. His mouth came pressing against hers and their tongues twisted wildly together. They were pressed to each other cock-to-cunt, belly-to belly, chest-to-tits, and mouth-to-mouth. Bernadette's arms wrapped themselves around Ron's back as her legs twined themselves around his butt.
The thick, swollen cock slid out of her heated cunt, shining with a coat of his sister's pussy-cream. It hesitated as the tip of the knob almost came to the entrance of her hot hole, then very slowly began to slither into her twat again, plunging forward one more time, until it was crammed balls deep in her cunt.
"Mmmmmm," Bernadette sighed, sucking on his tongue. "Ronny, you feel so terrific. Oh, you make me feel so… alive. Oh… love the way you ram that cock into me. Fuck your loving sister, Ronny. Fuck hard!"
Bernadette stared over her brother's shoulder into the mirror, watching Ron's slick cock slide in and out of her steaming snatch, covered with her cunt-honey. It pulled out, hesitated, and then rammed back in with great ferocity until it was in to the hilt.
Her large tits felt even larger, and her nipples swelled so much they ached. She ran the fingers of her left hand lightly up and down inside the crease of his ass. One finger could feel the pucker of his asshole and pressed lightly against it, urging him on.
Completely overwhelmed by the delight of her brother's plunging cock, Bernadette lost all guilt feelings, at least for a while. There was no shyness or hesitancy in the way her ass humped up wildly against his ramming prick, clinging strongly to him and ramming her sweet pussy up against his plunging lunges, swallowing up each ram of his knifing prick, spinning and churning her ass madly.
"You're a… sneaky… bastard," she gasped, matching him push for push. "Whatever… gave you… the idea you… could get into me… so… easily?" she wanted to know.
"We've got the same… blood," Ron replied, not wanting to embarrass her at this critical moment and ruin a good fuck. "I figured… ahhh… if I… wanted you so… uuuhhh… fucking much… ohhhhhh… you probably had the hots… uuhh… for me."
"Ohhhhhh… you have a fabulous… prick," she sighed, ramming her cunt-mound hard against his crotch. "Fuck me… ahhhhhhh… hard."
His ass pounded, slamming his nailing cock as deep into her sucking twat as it would go. Her butt began shimmering and bouncing as he speeded up his screwing. He was fucking her so violently her boobs bounced up and down with each wild thrust.
"I can feel… ahhhhhh… it coming," she said, shuddering. "That wonderful fucking tool of yours is gonna make me come! Oooohhh! Aaaaahhhh!! FUUUCCKKK MEEEEE!!"
Ron gasped, driving his solid poker ever harder into her clinging cunt, ramming and shoving his rod into his sister's slavering snatch. The tightening of her cunt muscles around his pounding cock made his entire body stiffen as his legs stretched way back and his balls swelled painfully.
And then he was pumping another load of jism into her flaming-hot cunt. She could feel him trembling with each hot, liquid jolt as it soaked into the walls of her quivering cunt. Her entire twat was flooded with her brother's shooting sperm.
Bernadette loved it, feeling her own orgasm suddenly enhanced by the violent throes of her screwing brother as he fired wad after wad of hot, white spunk into her as she frenetically squeezed her clutching pussy around the spurting cock.
Their mouths locked together as they kissed. Each squirmed strongly against the other as her cunt muscles tightened violently around his punching dick and her fingernails tore into his back.
They writhed and rolled together on the bed, their thighs wrapped tightly together. Ron's squirting cock pumped into his sister's sweet pussy again and again, thrilling to the way her sucking cunt nursed strongly on his already-wilting prick.
Slowly, little by little, the shockwave settled, easing until the sensations were warm tingles. They settled back, slowly separating from one another.
"Hey, kid," Ron whispered, "you fuck great. I knew you'd be terrific, but I had no idea you'd be this good. We gotta do this more often."
Sure, Bernadette thought, able to think now that the throes of passion had finished washing over her. Sure, we have to fuck more often and one day Ron'll marry and leave, and where will I be? In a house with Alvin the moron, waiting for his dim-witted prick to fill my cunt and make me feel like a whole woman.
"I'll let you know when, Ron," she whispered, feeling alone and lost.
"Hey, why spoil a good thing? Why not let me come back tonight, when all the others are asleep?"
"Give a girl time to recover," she said, flattering his ego, knowing it was the only way he would keep away. "I'll need more than a little time."
"Hey, yeah, sure. I don't want you mad at me, Bern."
"I'm not mad at you, Ron," she sighed.
No! She was angry with herself. The instant she had felt her brother's cock against her ass, she had wilted into submission. What was wrong with her?