Betty was very quickly going bananas. It seemed that everybody was having a ball except her. Just when she thought she'd had Billy in her little hot pocket, he'd gotten vague and spaced out and all tangled up in her mother's clutches.
"My own mother! It's enough to make you puke." Actually there wasn't anything particularly sickening about it. Betty was just plain old jealous. And now she had the added guilt of what she'd come to with her own brother. After hours of their old little game of carnal knowledge, Betty had broken down. She'd tossed away the rules they'd always used and begged Lee to really do it to her. Crying from the guilt, Lee had put his cock into her smoldering hole. Betty had come almost instantly but Lee had been more emotionally tangled from the intimacy and pulled out before his rocks had exploded. He'd sat cursing on the floor, his own hand finishing the job. Betty had wanted him to have as much pleasure as she had. Lee hadn't waited to listen to her soothing words. He'd gone to his room and locked the door. A day had passed and Betty hadn't seen him. Until five minutes ago when she'd turned the block by the Walgreen's and seen him duck inside. She parked and followed. He was trying to hide behind a paperback when she came up.
"Looks good, why don't you buy it?" She poked him in the belly. "Except it would probably be more exciting if you turned it around. Unless you like to read upside down."
"You better leave me alone, Betty."
"My own brother? If you have something bothering you I want to talk it out."
"You know what's bothering me."
"The fact that you put your cock in my pussy, most likely."
"Hey, be quiet would you?" He glowered at her. Betty saw how his eyes were like Margaret's when he was mad. She wanted to pinch him for being such an ass about what had happened between them.
"Didn't you like it?"
"Like what?"
"Like fucking me?" Betty pushed out her chest a little. She'd dolled herself up that morning and her green eyeshadow heightened the haunting effect of her large eyes. She touched her brother's arms, let her fingernails dig in a little.
"You know what Betty?" Lee said, shaking his head. "You need help. Psychiatric help."
"After all the times you've pushed that vibrator into me? Maybe we'd both better go see a shrink." Lee started to say something else but bit his lip instead.
"I've got to go somewhere," he stammered finally.
"No you're not. Not this time. You always run away just when the fight gets good. I'm not going to let you talk yourself into being some kind of sex martyr. There's absolutely nothing wrong with what happened the other day. Except the junk you've got in your head."
She followed Lee around an aisle. He stopped to tell her to go to hell and she sidled up close before he had a chance to get the words out.
"Oh, this is convenient." She plucked a small package from the rack in front of them. "Prophylactics. Condoms. Rubbers." She giggled naughtily. "Let's buy some and go use them all up in one day!"
"You're out of it." Lee snapped back.
"Wasn't that the reason you were so shook up the other day? Weren't you worried about making a baby in me?"
"Yeah. Among other things."
"Like getting caught. That's all."
"Mom would have a heart attack if…"
"Honestly I don't think our mother would give a Goddamn if she caught us going at it. You know what she's doing with your own cousin, don't you?"
"You're just guessing."
"I'm a pretty good guesser." Betty chose the most expensive condom on the shelf and held it out to her brother. "Do you want to buy it or shall I?" Lee didn't say anything so Betty marched up to the cash register and put her purchase on the counter. The lady rang up the sale and glanced secretly at the two of them. Lee blushed and looked up and down.
"What if she knows we're brother and sister?" he said when they'd stepped out of the store.
"Who gives a shit what she thinks?" Betty waved him to her car. "Just leave yours here in town, I'll drive."
"Where to?" Lee asked, getting in but staying by the door.
"Why home of course. Can you think of a better place?"
"Look Betty, I don't even know if I should go with you."
"You're dying to get one of these rubbers on and push your hot little cock into my pussy again." She curled her lips at him and licked the bottom one slowly. "You know that that's all you've been thinking about for the past two days."
Lee dropped his eyes. "Yeah. I can't get it out of my mind. How it felt."
"Me neither." She put a hand against the swell in his jeans. "Let's go do it again."
"What if Mom is home?"
"Well, we're not going to do it on the patio," Betty sniggered. "Quit worrying and hold on." She burned rubber away from the curb and headed out of town.
Margaret was about to come for the fourth time. The effect of having a man under her, of having him bound and helpless, had injected her with a crazed passion. She'd never been so highly aroused in her life. She was too feverish with wanting more cock to worry about her nephew's choked gasps as she lifted her ass and drove it down again to penetrate her nephew's choked gasps as she lifted her ass and drove it down again to penetrate herself with that rigid, white shaft that jutted from between his legs.
"God, Margaret, you're gonna t-t-tear it off!" he panted.
"I've got to have another one. It's so close! Ohhhhhh, Christ, it's sooooo close!"
"You beautiful animal," she growled, biting him on the shoulder again. There were already a few bleeding places where she'd feasted on his muscled, masculine body. And Billy couldn't do a damn thing about it. His hands were bound to the bedposts as were his ankles. He was spread-eagled and he belonged to her. With agonizing slowness she arched her back, drawing her pussy up his prick until only the tip was surrounded by her hot, slick pussy. She pumped like that for a few moments, feeling the mouth of her vagina open around the shape and then clasp tight again. She was panting, sobbing for another release. It would probably exhaust her completely this time. But then maybe not. Maybe she'd want another, and another.
"God, hurry up would you. My cock hurts!"
"I'll take as much time as I want," she told him, staring into his handsome face. It thrilled her to be the boss now. This young stud was going to find out what a real fucking was all about. She ran her fingertips up and down his chest as her breasts swayed heavily above his body. The sucking sound of her pussy slipping down again sounded wonderful. She took him to the hilt and then let her body rest against his as she pumped with renewed energy. Her thighs slipped inside Billy's and she clasped them tightly together, tightening her pussy around his prick. The friction made him groan and toss his head.
"I can keep you as hard as want."
"I never came three times before," he managed to say between clamped teeth.
"Why don't you come another time too?"
"God!"
She kissed him hard on the mouth, pushing her tongue in and out between his teeth. He gave in to her rape of him, moaning. Margaret felt that burning tickle at last. She knew she could catch it now, knew that all she had to do was to keep grinding her swollen, dripping pussy against the base of her nephew's prick. It felt glorious. It was a sharp, almost too intense spasm as the waves of pleasure rode up her body. She screamed and sank her teeth into Billy's shoulder again. He jerked against the ropes and the bed creaked, but held. It was like she had a raging stallion bound and helpless to do her will. She shuddered and her eyes fluttered closed as her climax pounded through her like some rampaging, unseen animal. "Yuuuuhhhh, ohhhhhhhhh God!"
"Margaret, I'm gonna come too!"
"Darling, darling!" She threw her ass around in wilder and wilder circles as the climax intensified. Then she had the strongest desire to have her nephew's jizz in her mouth. She was still coming a little when she jerked her pussy from his angry-looking cock and scooted down his tense body.
"Uhhh, what are you doing to me?" Billy whimpered, thrusting the air, his bulging glans slapping wetly against his belly. Margaret gathered it into her hands and began to massage it with delirious excitement. She licked and sucked along the shaft until the first droplet of cum formed at the tip. Then slowing her titillation, she only rubbed him enough to bring the first jet of his cream spurting from the tiny orifice. She had her mouth open for it and the hot sap spattered in the back of her throat.
"Whhhuuuuhhh," Billy groaned, every muscle in his body corded out as he pulled mightily against the nylon ropes. Margaret let her mouth surround him for a second and then jacked him with both hands. She let the curds bubble up against the underside of her chin, against her cheeks and upper lip. The hot splats rained on her, dripped down the bridge of her nose and into her mouth. She smeared the stuff around and pumped her moaning nephew's prick for more. It came in even thicker glops, pouring out like the eruption of a small volcano now. She lapped at the translucent fluid with hot cries for more. Until there was no more. Until her nephew gave another huge shudder and settled into the bed. His cock wilted quickly, losing its stiffness, melting down into his cum-matted pubic hair.
Margaret sat on her haunches watching with disappointment, the jizz drying on her face. She lay her head against Billy's belly and listened to the rumbles and sigh of his insides as the poor kid tried to regain a little strength. God had she ravished him! And it'd been the most exciting thing that had happened in her life. She put a finger gingerly against her raw hole and pressed the raw, red membranes.
"Rest darling," she said, eyes spaced. "I want you again. I've got to have more."
"Oh, God, Margaret! Let me loose. You could kill me like this."
"Then let's die together," she laughed, feeling crazy. Yes, she was crazy. Crazy as anybody in the damned family was. As Mitch was, running away with Alice like that. The sonofabitch. He was going to catch hell in the end. And he knew it and still didn't give a damn. Margaret let out a crazy laugh and Billy stared at her in fear.
"Untie me. God please untie me!"
"In a little while, my darling. In a little while." Margaret got up and walked slowly to the door.
When Alice came out of her faint, she knew that her uncle had lost his mind once and for all. He was speeding somewhere in the car; Alice had no idea which direction. He gave her a long, lusty look and turned his attention back to the road. For a while she drifted between semi-consciousness and sleep. Only the jar of being picked up and carried to the motel room awakened her enough to know that they had in fact stopped. Mitch poured himself a drink from a bottle of bourbon and stood at the foot of the bed looking at her. Alice had tried to speak but couldn't think of what to say. Her mound was caked with blood but there was no pain. She knew Mitch was going to fuck her again. And he did.
It didn't hurt. She'd been ready for the pain, ready to scream and beg for mercy. But instead she found herself growling, grasping his shuddering body as he pumped her full of hot jizz. She'd slept again. She'd awakened. Mitch was eating her pussy. That's why she'd stirred from the strange dreams that stayed with her all the time now.
"Ohhhh, Mitch, don't!" she'd sighed. And then she'd come. It had been almost painful, the orgasm. Her toes had reached for something – something solid. But there was only the mattress to dig her heels into. Then Mitch had rolled her over onto her belly and inserted his prick into her ass. That hadn't hurt either. It felt so greasy. Like his cock was covered with Vaseline. She'd come with a weak whimper and passed out again. The next time she woke up it was dark outside. Mitch was in the shower, singing some insane song. Weakly, Alice swung her coltish legs out of bed and tried to stand. It took her three times to make it to the dresser. She leaned against the chair and tried to focus on her reflection.
Her body was streaked with blood and cum. There was no telling what her uncle had done to her while she slept. Her rectum ached a little but other than that she felt no pain. Just very, very tired.
"I've got to get out of here," she told herself. She smiled back out of the mirror. It was a pretty thin smile. She saw the bottle of bourbon and poured some into a glass. The melted ice weakened it enough for her to get a couple of swallows down. "Oh, God, what does he want to do with me after this?" Old newspaper stories flicked through her mind. Stories about young girls kidnapped by crazed kinfolk's and taken to some lonely spot where they were sexually assaulted.
"No, Uncle Mitch wouldn't do that. That I know." She sipped more bourbon. He hadn't hurt her after all. But this running away with her, taking her out of Margaret's boutique, it was so crazy! Did he expect his wife to just look the other way? Of course he had probably made up some story to tell when he got back. Alice didn't think she could bear facing Margaret again if she had to return with Mitch. Better she come back alone. Maybe then she could tell her aunt what had happened. Maybe she could make Margaret understand.
"Yes, that's what I've got to do. Now!"
The singing in the shower continued. Alice found a towel, poured water from the pitcher over it. Then she cleaned herself up as best as she could. She dried on the bedspread and hunted for her clothes. There was only a terrycloth robe. Mitch had probably wrapped her in it and carried her out the back of the shop to the alley to his car. He hadn't even taken her clothes along. Had Margaret found them in the shop? There wasn't time for questions much less for answers. She threw on the robe and tied it in front. Mitch's keys were in his trousers. But just as she started for the door, the shower stopped and she heard her uncle drying briskly, still singing. She took the extra few seconds to tie tight knots in the legs of his slacks. Then she streaked to the door and jumped in the Cadillac.
The engine cranked and cranked and still wouldn't start, it would be just a few moments before Mitch stepped out of the bathroom and found her gone. Then he'd get to his pants. She didn't know how long that trick would delay him. Then the engine caught and she raced it and pulled the lever into reverse. The big car lurched, squealing across the lot. Mitch appeared at the door in his shorts. He looked so ridiculous that Alice realized she didn't really despise him for the liberties he'd taken with her. There were even some things he'd done that she'd never forget. But just for the hell of it she threw him the finger. Then the Caddy lurched again and she streaked rubber out of the motel parking lot and into the street.
She had to ask where she was at a service station and the attendant looked like he was about to climb in the front seat with her to make sure she got where she was going. She was relieved to discover that she was only a half-hour away from the big house and the lake.
"Anybody home?" she called. The front room was empty. She walked around the couch and was heading for the kitchen when she saw the pair of shorts on the rug. Beside them was a jock strap. Her brother's jock strap. Just holding it in her hand gave her such an odd feeling. She sucked in a breath and felt her nipples glow.
That hadn't ever happened to her. At least not before Mitch had taken her in that booth and then taken her again and again in the motel room. She was suddenly obsessed with the idea of incest. Maybe once a person indulged in it, it was like a drug. She thought of Billy again, his blond hair much like hers, his blue eyes like hers.
"What is Billy's jockey strap doing here?" she whispered in the empty room. She turned to the stairs and started up. She felt so strange. Like she'd become another person. Something had changed inside her. And the rub of her ravished pussy lips against her clit had her trembling before she reached the landing. She clutched the first doorknob she came to Billy's doorknob. She worked it and went inside.
"Ohhh, God!" she gasped, staring, hardly believing.
"Sis!" Billy turned his head. He'd been sleeping. Alice didn't see how. Not with his arms and legs all tied up like that. But then she was looking at the wilted shape of his cock. As she watched, it lengthened and thickened. The foreskin began to slide back from the tip as she watched the erection fill out with trapped blood. It held her gaze like some strange and exotic cobra. Her brother's penis. Her brother's prick. It was beautiful!
"Alice, what's wrong with you?" Billy pulled against the ropes. Alice heard his voice but it was like it was a hundred miles away. She kept staring at his cock. Then she let the terry robe fall from her shoulders. She stepped naked towards the bed. She could see only that hard, throbbing cock now. The purple head was getting big enough to slide out from the foreskin cover. It was glistening with slickness. She reached out and circled it with her fingers.
"Alice! Ohhh, Goddamn, Alice. Can't you hear me?"
"Close your eyes," she said. "Be still, be quiet." She swung her long leg over him and felt behind her ass for the stiff shape. It was fully erect now and she jacked the skin back to expose the feverish knob of meat that was the glans.
"Alice!"
"Shhhhh." She arched her back and rocked her hips backwards. The hot touch of her brothers cock made her give a whimper. Yes, she wanted it. She wanted it skin to skin, flesh to flesh to flesh, brother to sister. With a squirming movement of her slender hips, she felt the ridged part slip into her. Her breasts felt heavy. She rested them against her brother's chest and found his mouth with hers. Then she made another sharp movement and felt his shaft slip between the inner folds of her pussy.
"Nhhhuuuhhh, Alice!"
But she smothered his protests with her tongue and then she was humping him furiously, crying through flared nostrils as the tickling itch of ecstasy surged though her insides.