I was terrified when I entered my brother's room. What the hell was I doing? Tim wouldn't tell anyone of course but I was taking a very big chance walking in on him. What if he rejected me? Or worse, what if he accepted my offer? For all my fears I couldn't stop. I snuck into his dark room and made my way toward his bed. The light from the street filtered through the drapes to show me where he was. Tim slept on his side, over to the left of the bed. I lay on the right hand side and became instantly paralyzed.
Tim was just a few inches from me. I could feel the warmth of his body. His breathing was regular and deep, and I knew he didn't wake easily. I tried to remember what women in the movies did in similar situations but there hadn't been any. They all got themselves swept off their feet by dashing men. And there I was, in a situation where I had to sweep the man off his feet, or off his back or something.
I stared up at the ceiling and thought of every possible way of seducing him. I wanted him so badly! Veronica had lit bonfires throughout my body; someone had to extinguish them! Should I shake him by the shoulder? Or cough? I just didn't know. Perhaps it would be best to go back to my room and forget all about it. That prospect was too awful. I could see myself in my own bed, alone, frustrated, and hating myself for not having the guts to go through with it. I had to do it!
"Tim! Wake up!" I hissed, shaking him violently. He groaned and tried to pull away from me. "Come on, wake up! I've got something to tell you!" He stirred and sleepily inquired what that might be. "No, wake up first!" I insisted.
"Ah Jesus!" he muttered. "What's up, Jackie – hey! What are you doing in my bed. Did you wet your own?"
"No, it's not that." He was wide awake now and all I wanted to do was to sink through the floor. Tim had no idea what I might want. Did that mean he had never thought about making love with me? "Tim… please, don't ask why, I just want to… sleep with you tonight," I said in a little girl's voice.
"Do you? Okay, if that's what you want," he said nonchalantly. "Only let me get some sleep, will you."
"That's not exactly what I meant." I was getting to be more determined by the second. If the dolt insisted on missing my point I would just have to make it perfectly clear to him. "I want you to make love to me!"
"Huh?" He sat bolt upright now and stared at me in horror. "Make what? Oh you've got to be kidding, Jackie! Have you been dipping into Dad's liquor cabinet or something?"
I didn't answer. Or rather, I let my silence do the talking for me. Suddenly I felt very self-assured, in charge, so much more mature than this astonished boy. And to ensure he knew I meant what I said, I placed my hand on his pajama pants, right on his crotch. Something big stirred under the flannel, something exciting and tempting. Tim was silent too, now, as if he only wanted to see what I would do with his dick. My courage rose. The hand caressed his cock openly and located his fly at the same time. It slipped inside and there it was, silky soft, thickening rapidly, warm, hairy, a cock just like the cock that hung off dear old Dad!
"Jackie, no!" he said, but there was no conviction in his voice. "You can't do this! We're brother and sister!"
"Haven't you ever wanted me to do this to you?" I asked.
"No! Well, maybe… but not very often!"
He had answered my question and now my hand closed around that hard cock and started to stroke it up and down. The movement came to me instinctually and that's how Tim responded to it. No sooner had I launched my routine than he lay back on the pillow and stretched luxuriously. His cock came out of his pajamas and I could see the rounded knob of it silhouetted against the windows. I wanted to get closer to it, close as I could get, curling up next to him with my face an inch or so from that helmet of flesh. And Tim, still motivated by the luxury of the occasion, rolled over on his side and pointed his cock right at my mouth.
It was impossible to resist him. One caress from that silky, full and fleshy knob and I just had to bring it closer, pressing it hard against my face and wanting more. There was only one way to bring it even closer and that was to take it into my mouth. Would he object? Would he lose respect? Surely not, not for his own sister. Gingerly I parted my lips and pressed an openmouthed kiss to his glans. Tim's reaction was immediate. His hands grabbed hold of the back of my head and pushed me down on himself. That meant he liked it! With a surge of pleasure I opened up wider and took as much of his cock as I could into my mouth. He was so hard! His cock throbbed against my lips, my palate, my throat, rock-hard yet soft on the outside, so sensual that I forgot about the gagging impulse. With a sudden splutter and cough I pulled back from his knob but soon returned for another swallow. It was a sensation that was completely new to me, one that thrilled me from my head to my toes. My mouth was like a cunt for him now. His dick pushed in deep and drew back slightly only to dig in again, and all I could do was struggle to contain him. My throat muscles tightened in panic and I lost the rhythm of my breathing. Quickly I pulled away and recovered myself. Now then, slowly, relax, relax, breathe regularly, let the throat muscles hang loose… ah, that was better. Now I could enjoy him to the hilt!
His dick lodged down my throat and stayed there for an excruciating period. From a distance I heard my brother groan deeply. His pleasure made me shiver. Here I was, his little sister, making him feel wonderful! A sense of power made itself felt. Suddenly I wanted to do more for him, I wanted to demolish him with love, make him feel things he'd never felt before! My lips closed around his rock-hard stalk and drew upward to the tip of his knob. Then my mouth plunged down to his pubic bush, his cock slipped down my throat again and my muscles seemed to play about his glans like gamboling lambs. He loved it! His body grew taut and it trembled noticeably. The hands on my head turned into claws that got themselves entangled in my hair and pulled me down deeper, always deeper. I felt as though his dick was entering my gullet and stretching down to my belly like an expanding snake. More, more, more! I licked and sucked, I fondled his balls with both hands, I rubbed my cheeks against the smooth, rubbery flesh of his knob, ran my lips down the sides of his veined cock, swallowed his scrotum and licked my way back up again. Tim was breathing heavily, erratically, his hands were hurting me, his hips were banging his cock down my throat. What was he doing? I sensed that I was doing right by him. A few more sucks, a few well-placed kisses, and then, just as I had swallowed him whole again, he erupted. A blast of hot cream bolted down my throat. I swallowed it without really knowing what was going on. Another, and another, great outpourings of warm, whey fluid, too much for me to swallow. It backed up and made me choke. Cream slipped through my lips and trickled down my chin, and still more came out of his pulsating prick. Tim's groans were loud and slightly desperate as he heaved his dick deeper and deeper down my throat, intent on depositing his load directly into my belly. And I just sucked and swallowed as best I could, my head reeling with the excitement of it all.
"Wow!" was all he could say. But the way he said it told me exactly how much he'd enjoyed it. My lips were capable of magic! He went limp soon after his cock stopped giving out its fluids, and when it shriveled away I let it go and sat up beside him. Tim had lit himself a cigarette and smoked it silently. I wondered why he didn't show any interest in my body.
"Are you going to make love to me now?" I asked.
"What? How can I with my dick spent?" he grinned, pointing at the pathetic little thing. The glory that had once been his phallus was now a wiener left over from last week.
"You mean it won't go up again?"
"Yes, eventually it will, but not right away. Besides, Jackie, I think we've gone far enough. Now that the blood is back in my brain I can see we'd only be asking for trouble."
"You don't want me?"
"Sure I do, baby, hell, you're a beautiful woman even if you are my sister. But it's not right! I mean, brothers and sisters…" Lost for words he threw up his hands and puffed at his cigarette. With sudden insight I saw that I'd made a mistake sucking him off before attending to my own needs. From that point on I'd make sure I'd get my share of the action before letting my generous impulses take over. However, the fact that he couldn't finish what he'd started to say encouraged me to try again.
I turned on the bed lamp and sat in front of him, looking him straight in the eye. Now my assets were in the spotlight and his eyes started to wander, much as he tried to keep them fixed on mine. "Go ahead, look at me," I told him. "Look at these tits, look at that pubic bush, and then tell me how brothers and sisters can't make love." As he looked me over I cradled my tits in both hands and squeezed them suggestively, running my tongue along my lips and parting my thighs so he could catch a glimpse of what nestled between them. The limpness of his cock was slowly giving way to a new firmness. It started with a few visible pulses and jerks as the blood filled the ballast tanks and then, unlike a submarine, it rose up into the air and quivered before me, a living denial of his moral stance. "Here it is, Tim, come and get it," I whispered.
With a strangled cry he threw himself on me and crushed me with the weight of his body. I stretched out under him like a cat on heat, purring with sensuality, claws at the ready, submitting as a means to my own ends. How I wanted that big cock to penetrate into my vestal regions! I had had it in my month and in my hand, and its throbbing virility had driven me crazy there, so what couldn't it do inside my oversensitized, dripping wet pussy? I shuddered to think. His hands roved over my body, squeezing, exploring, caressing, in such a hurry to cover all the bases. I knew he'd settle down soon enough. Until then I let the dead weight of his body rest on me like a giant caress, and focussed on the experience of having his cock throb against the flesh of my thighs. It rested right where they met, lying there like a shell in the breach, and the thought of it shooting up into my cunt made me dizzy with lust.
His mouth moved down to my tits and when his lips located one of my nipples, they closed about it and drew it in. The element of surprise was on his side. A flash of lightning connected that nipple directly with my cunt and drew an involuntary cry from my lips. At once Tim sucked in more of my tit, so much of it that it ballooned against his teeth, and I could only writhe about underneath him in helpless ecstasy. "Oh God Tim!" I panted. "Fuck me while you do that! It feels so good, too nice! I love it!"
He said nothing, for which I was grateful. His mouth stayed closed over my tit and the other tit was being mauled by one of his hands. The other hand was under my ass and the knob of his dick was bumping against various parts of my cunt, none of them near enough to the runny, hot opening yawning up at him. "Don't tease!" I moaned. "Put it in me, Tim, I want you so badly!" He kept on sucking my tit, switched to the other and took his hand to third base. Now he rolled off me and parted my legs with that hand to get at my cunt. The other hand stayed under my ass, squeezing my cheeks in such a way that my cunt opened right up for him. A second later his finger crept into my virgin hole and I thought I would swoon away!
My cunt felt like a flesh-eating plant that hadn't had dinner! The moment his finger came inside my cunt muscles closed around it and held on tight, pulling him in deeper, deeper, anxious for more. I wrapped my arms around his neck and clung to his hard, muscular body while his hands demolished me. His finger fucked me slowly, digging in deep so that the rest of my hand pushed into my cunt and stimulated my clitoris. The tables had been turned. Now it was I who groaned, who pushed up for more pleasure, more titillation. He manipulated me with finesse, turning on every part of me until I glowed like a beacon in the dark.
He took his mouth away from my tit and started to kiss his way down to my navel. Would he…? It was too much to hope for. Yes, yes, yes! "Oh Tim, yessssss!" I sighed as his lips kissed mine. He drew my thighs against his ears and burrowed into my cunt as contentedly as any bug in any rug. And I stretched out like that same cat, purring again, feeling a warm glow suffuse my innards, wrapping my thighs about his head and cocking my cunt up at his mouth shamelessly. "Yessssss, oh Jesus yesssss!!" I hissed. "That's beautiful, Tim!" He nodded and then his wet, slithering tongue snuck into my cunt to give me brand new thrills. This was just a foretaste, I knew it for certain. He was getting me good and wet for the entrance of Mr. Big himself, that stallion cock of his. At that moment it idled against my legs and transmitted its potent impulses to every part of me, warning me of my imminent destruction.
His mouth was performing marvels down there. That tongue dug in, dove deep and wriggled against my cunt walls, scooped up juices, and slipped back and up to lash at my clitoris. Now and then his bottom lips would press against that tiny, maddening button, while his top lip came over my pubic bush, making like it was going to swallow me and bite my cunt off. Each time he did that my erotic anguish lent new force to the mounting ecstasy in my belly. I started to egg him on: "Eat me, suck me, swallow my cunt juices, Tim!" I sounded coarse to myself, a slut, a wanton, but it worked. He sucked my cunt dry only to suck harder and bring fresh supplies of the sticky fluids down. His nose nudged my clitoris and his hot breath made my labia tingle wildly. I had my hands on the back of his head now and I pressed it down on myself as hard as he had pressed my head not long ago. I understood why he'd done it, too. The last thing I wanted at that moment was for him to pull away… unless he wanted to fuck me, of course.
Tim didn't hurry. He ate my cunt until I was on the verge of screaming. My pelvis had gone mad. It jerked up and down uncontrollably, insistently, and my breathing was asthmatic and rapid. I think it was out of fear for my sanity that he finally slipped up over me and covered my body with his. The moment his swollen knob bumped into my cunt I felt the hole open like the cave of Sesame and suck him in. There was no need for me to guide him or for him to probe. The magnet was on! His cock pierced my hymen on the way without stopping. I felt the flash of hot pain and then it melted in with all the other emotions boiling about in my belly. I wanted to remain aware of the moment, to fix my defloration in my mind for when I was sixty-five. But he swept me along with his big cock, pushing me into the weirdest regions of sensations that I'd ever experienced.
"Tim… Tim…!" I heard myself moan wetly. I clung to him as though I was drowning. All I could feel was his big cock stretching my pussy. The pleasure wasn't so much physical as emotional. I wasn't a virgin anymore! I was getting laid at last! That big cock… his tongue in my cunt… his cock blowing down my throat… "Fuck me!" I whispered desperately. "It feels so good, oh so good, more, more, MORE…" His hand clamped down over my mouth.
"Shut the fuck up! You want to wake the whole house?"
"No, noooo," I moaned, moving my hips against his to get his stationary cock moving again. He held it still, trying to make me do more of the work, and I didn't wake up to that until too late. It was strenuous to fuck from the bottom up but the very strenuousness of the act made it intensely pleasurable. His cock was stuck in my cunt, pointing down so that with every move it chafed along the inner floor. Because it was so thick and long it flexed all of my pussy but it especially worked over that section. It seemed to arouse my asshole as well, and what with my tits aglow and my cunt on fire, that last outbreak of passion just about finished me.
He had to press a pillow over my face to smother the cries of passion that welled up in me. There was nothing I could do about it. All my strength went into driving my loins up against his to get more of that delicious drubbing. At last he took over. Slowly at first, then commandingly, shoving his cock deep into my cunt, banging his pubic bone against mine, and holding me pinned down with both hands as if he thought I might leave him alone. The pillow rested on my face just in case I wanted to yell some more. And I did, I did!
Strangled cries applauded the deep shafting of his cock, his masculinity, his power, squeals burst out when he rubbed my clitoris past the point of endurance, I grunted hoarsely whenever he went in deep enough to impale me; and as his fucking stepped up in that final gallop, I panted out loud in time with his rapid stroking. In-out-in-out, moving so fast that the friction of his flesh against mine threatened to sear my pussy permanently. And just as the pain started to make inroads on the pleasure, he released his soothing, warm douche of sperm that made it all better. As it blossomed inside me, so a giant orgasm burgeoned and blew, sending me spinning out into dimensions of bliss that hadn't even entered my dreams.
"You'd better get back to your own bed," Tim whispered after I'd had a chance to rest. "I think we made a lot of noise in the past half hour."
"If that didn't wake them, nothing will," I said.
"Maybe so, but I'd rather not take any more chances. Jesus, Jackie, Dad would have killed us if he'd found us in bed together."
Would he have? It gave me a tense, secret thrill to think what Daddy might have done. But Tim had a point. Besides, I'd received what I had come for. "Okay, I'll go. Thanks a lot, Tim, that was wonderful." I kissed him on the cheek and snuck out of his room. There wasn't a sound in the house. They had to be sleeping like logs to have slept through our orgy!
Back in my room it hit me really and truly that I had been fucked. I stood in front of the mirror and looked at my reflection, expecting to see a changed woman. Actually little had changed. My hair was all over the place, long strands plastered against my face with sweat, and I looked a bit wild-eyed; and, of course, there were unusual whitish trails running down the insides of my thighs. But other than that I was no different. Not on the outside. Inside I felt strangely harmonious, as though all the various parts of my body were working together at long last.
With a handkerchief I wiped away most of the evidence and then I lay back on the bed and tried to get to sleep. But too much had happened that day. My brain wouldn't settle down, no matter how tired I was in body. From a virgin I'd gone to a bisexual profligate, all in the space of hours! And from a single, carefree girl I'd gone to being a man's fiancee, soon to be his bride. Poor Frank. He was home nursing his blue balls and I was in my bed with the echoes of passion ringing through me. It wasn't fair of me… but it was fun!
Veronica was right, I should pick up experience before committing myself to marriage. And I would follow her advice, all the way!
In the morning it occurred to me that it would be a good idea to see the family doctor to get a prescription for the pill and a check-up. The doctor was Dad's brother and if he had been like most people's uncles I would have gone to someone else. But Doctor Eddie was a regular guy. He was handsome, younger than Dad, full of jokes, and at birthdays and Christmas time you could always rely on Doctor Eddie to give you something you really wanted.
I decided to take a bath first. Dad was at work and Mum was out shopping, Tim was still sleeping. I ran the tub and eased my body into the hot water to rest there for long, luxurious minutes. For some reason I was far more responsive to all sensations. The hot water seemed like an all-enveloping caress to me, sensual, lustful, like the hand of a horny spirit. When I closed my eyes I could imagine myself getting compromised all over, and before I knew it my belly pulsed with passion, my pussy developed an itch deep down, and it was hard to keep my hands to myself.
This was ridiculous! Ignoring my urges I reached for the douche. I shook the powder into the rubber bag, mixed it with warm water, and screwed the nozzle into place. The sight of that nozzle shook me up some more. It was slender at the bottom, thicker at the top, with four grooves running down the sides and small holes perforating it, all of which gave it the look of a menacing, unpleasant, yet titillating weapon. Had I been shoving this thing up my twat regularly without taking any notice of it? Suddenly it became a struggle to make use of it. I wanted it and I was afraid of it. My cunt throbbed and quaked, ready for any visitor. But I held back. What if I loved it? Would that mean there was something wrong with me?
I lifted my ass up out of the water by drawing my legs back, and tentatively placed the head of the nozzle against my pussy. Once it was there I hesitated. The hard nozzle pushed against the sealed cunt muscles, not hard enough to open them but firmly enough to send a long thrill up from my cunt to a spot right behind my eyes. Everything became kind of woolly… blending in with memories of the previous night, with cocks and tits and sucking lips… and then the oils oozed out of my innards and the nozzle slipped past the barriers to plunge into my moist depths.
"Oh noooo!" I groaned, holding it tightly and still so my cunt could get used to it. "That's too nice!" My words echoed strangely in the bathroom and snapped me out of the reverie. My free hand reached down further and began to squeeze the douche bag. Now a shower of warm water broke loose inside my cunt and a dozen thin streams titillated my oversensitive cunt like so many tiny tongues. I pushed my hips up so high that my head slipped under the water. Coughing and spluttering I came back up and completed the douche. But even when the last drop had been jetted against my burning cunt walls, I couldn't make myself take the nozzle out of my cunt. It felt so right, so nice, there! It was solid, hard, and when I moved it back and forth it felt like a cut-down version of Tim. By moving it back and forth a little more ardently and setting my imagination adrift it became him, and then better than him. After all, I could control the speed, the penetration, and the angles! My hips rose and fell, causing the bathwater to slosh from one end of the tub to the other in mounting waves. The waves clashed and gallons of water crashed over the side and flooded the floor. I didn't care. The nozzle and part of the bag were up my cunt, exciting me into a self-forgetful reverie.
It took a good-sized orgasm to bring me back to earth. By this time the bathroom floor was covered by an inch of water and the tub was almost empty. With a sigh I got out of the bath and started to scoop the water back in with a dustpan. When enough had been removed I took to the puddles with bucket and mop. The work was done absent-mindedly. Most of my mind was on the brand new sensations that I'd been experiencing lately. Even being naked was a thrill.
A knocking on the door brought me to. "Come on, Sis, let me in!" Tim yelled. "There's no one home."
"Just a minute!" In spite of what had happened between us the night before I reached for a robe and draped it over myself before unlatching the door. Tim was naked and he looked slightly put out at the sight of my modesty. But he didn't say anything about it, probably because he was a bit unsure of what to do. He walked past me and stood at the toilet, arms akimbo, and let a long, strong stream of piss splash down into the bowl. In spite of myself I moved to his side and watched. "I always envied your ability to do that," I told him softly.
"Yeah, I remember," Tim grinned. "Once you tried to do it. You stood up and held your pussy lips apart to direct your piss, but it went all over the floor instead. Speaking of wet floors, what were you doing in here, high dives?"
"Oh… the water just ran over, that's all," I said, blushing, and making haste to mop up the last of the water.
"I think you're lying." Tim gave his cock a couple of shakes and flushed the toilet. "You weren't playing with yourself, were you?" He faced me boldly and as I averted my eyes I noticed that his cock was rising sharply. The idea of my playing with myself was obviously a turn on for him. And in my overheated condition that could well come in handy.
"Maybe I was," I said, and pointedly picked up the douche bag. When I unscrewed the nozzle I looked him in the eye and now it was Tim's turn to blush. "And maybe I wasn't. Why, you wouldn't tell on me, would you?"
"Oh no… no, I'd be the last to do that." His cock was still going up. "It's just that I've never seen a girl do that to herself. I mean… how do you do it?"
"It's very easy." I put the douche away and turned back to him. The robe hung open and when my hands caressed my exposed belly Tim's cock reached its peak. Hard and throbbing, it stood out like the leaning tower of Pisa, and his knob glowed invitingly. "I just stroke myself softly, ever so softly, running my hands over all the sensitive parts and thinking of wonderful things. And then I lick my nipples and squeeze my tits, or I push things up my cunt, or maybe I'll rub my clitoris like this." My finger disappeared between my labia and rotated rapidly. Tim's eyes were bulging out of his face. He even got down on his knees to watch more closely, peering into my pussy until he couldn't take it anymore.
"Wow!" he breathed, straightening up and regarding me with new respect and lust. "I can't tell you how that makes me feel!" Without another word he turned me around and ripped the robe off my shoulders. It fell to the floor and left me naked, helpless, while my brother bent me forward and caressed my ass passionately. His intentions were obvious. Already my cunt drooled and throbbed at the thought of his powerful prick entering once more. My hands found support on the edge of the tub and my feet tried to get a grip on the damp floor. This would be the last time, positively, I didn't want my brother to get too possessive of me. But I couldn't refuse him this time. His hot breath brushed along my nape, his hands pulled at my ass and opened my cunt up wide, his knob bumped against me, no, I couldn't refuse, I had to have him!
It slipped in so easily, so smoothly, that it was in to the hilt before I knew it. Then it hit me with a bang, pushing the breath out of my lungs and buckling my knees. The floor was too slippery, my feet lost their grip, and I went down in a heap. I ended up draped over the bathtub's side with Tim on top of me rutting like a maniac. Everything was cold, wet, and uncomfortable, the hard edges hurt my belly, and one of my tits was squashed against the tub. But his dick was in me, pulsating, pushing, pummeling, digging in as if it meant to stay forever, and that made everything alright.
I loved his passionate approach. He wanted me more than anything and even though he had me he couldn't seem to get enough. Several times he stopped fucking me, to keep very still for a minute each time only to begin all over with long, cautious strokes that gradually built back up to his former speed. I guessed he didn't want to blow. Even when he was still inside me his throbbing cock sent the most delicious impulses through my body. My cunt clamped about his hot, hard meat to pick up every pulse, and as it did I realized how inadequate the douche nozzle had been. There was nothing like a thick, long, living cock to make a girl feel like a woman!
"How does it feel!" panted Tim, slamming his dick deep into my quailing pussy. "Do you like it, Jackie? Are you coming?"
"Oh yesss, yesssss!" I whispered, but I couldn't tell if I was coming or not. My body was in turmoil and that turmoil felt wonderful, much like a drawn-out climax. His cock pried and prodded and his pubic hair chafed against my asshole to add an excruciating tickle to the general ecstasy, and his hard, muscular body against my back was like a savage caress, everything was working… but could I give myself to him? He was my brother, we had to live in the same house, and if one of us grew to depend on the other there would be no end of trouble. That's what held me back, and what had made me resort to the anonymous nozzle that morning. Even as he fucked me into semi-oblivion I couldn't shake that thought.
"So am I. Oh Jesus, it feels good. I'm coming now, Jackie, hold on, hold on, AAAARRRRGGHHHHHHUNH!!!" With a mighty bellow he contracted his whole body to squeeze out a final salvo of cream. I felt it hit home, then slither down the cunt walls, sensual little snails that made me shiver with sudden pleasure. It was over. His cock shriveled up inside me and slipped out. Droplets of sperm fell to the floor. When he got off me the cool air turned my sweat into a cold, unpleasant fluid. It had to be the last time.
"Let's sleep together every night," said Tim, still flushed with the excitement of it all. "I love you, Jackie, I really do. You're not the first girl I've slept with but you're easily the best. Say you love me. Say you'll sleep with me all the time. It's all I want in life."
"No, I can't do that Tim, and you know it." Time for good, hard common sense. Tim looked like a whipped dog when I explained the situation to him. "Besides, I'm going to be married in a matter of days, and we're leaving for Europe straight after. So what's the point of even talking about it?" I finished off.
"Why should you go through with it?" Tim said heatedly. "What's he got that I don't have? Look at this cock? Is his any bigger. And who could love you better than your own brother, tell me that?"
"Now you're talking nonsense," I said coldly. I put the robe back on and got out of the bathroom. It was too close in there, too intimate. I needed a little distance between us to get the right message across. "I love you like a sister. Sex doesn't change that. We won't sleep together again, Tim, not for quite a while. You may as well resign yourself to that."
"But why not!" he yelled.
"See, now you're angry. I decide that you should take my virginity, and what happens? You want the lot. Well, that's the last time I do anyone a favor," I said bitterly.
"Oh, now don't be like that." His tone changed at once. "I appreciate what you've done… and I'll do my best to keep it straight between us."
He left the bathroom and I sponged my pussy down until the last traces of his sperm had been removed. I felt badly about being so brusque with my brother but pretty soon my thoughts turned to a more pleasant subject: Doctor Eddie. He was so much like Dad to look at and secretly I began to speculate on his size. Would he be as big? Would his cock be as brown and thick? Shame on me! I shouldn't think about relations that way. And would his balls hang as low? I smiled at myself in the mirror. Perhaps I ought to try and find out. After all, this was my week!
I dressed myself casually, choosing tight jeans, a sexy halter top, and I let my hair flow freely. Eddie liked that kind of look. He was a pretty hip guy for forty, who wore his dark hair long enough to curl over his collar and liked to blow joints during his lunch hour. When I walked into his office he greeted me with a wide, open smile and said: "So you're going to get married, huh? Well, that's great. I hope you'll be happy. Come on, make yourself comfortable, and I'll roll one for us both. You have to celebrate these occasions, right?"
"Right, Uncle," I said.
"Edna," he said, speaking into the intercom, "tell Mr. Farnsworth I'll be delayed and to be patient with me." He winked at me and took out a leather pouch from a drawer. "Yeah, all the girls who once used to come in here with chafed knees are now marching up the aisle. Makes me wonder what I'm waiting for. I guess they'll all be divorced soon enough, then I can take my pick."
"Oh, don't say that!" I said. "You make it sound so predictable. I want Frank and me to be together forever!"
"And you will be," he said with a shrug of his shoulders. He rolled a long, thick joint, one that reminded me sharply of other joints, pendulous ones seen in bath and bedrooms. We shared it in silence. The smoke was acrid and a little rough on my throat, drying it out and scratching it. But that was well worth the fulsome rush it gave me. With every puff I could feel my fantasies gaining power over hard-nosed reality. Eddie and I were sitting on his examining couch, and as we smoked we gazed through the Venetian blinds out into the backyard where verdant shrubs and tall trees relieved the urban sprawl. He was so close to me that I could grab him, rape him, do anything with him! Why didn't I? Uncle Eddie wouldn't tell on me. He might refuse me but it would always be our secret. The grass made me lightheaded, anything seemed possible. But before I could make a move he started to talk again.
"Frank's a level-headed guy," he said, staring at the shrubs. "He'll treat you right. And if you push him a bit he'll satisfy you, I'm sure of that. You have to push men. Most of them are sexually lazy, you know. After the honeymoon they're no longer the ardent lechers of the drive-in movies. I lived with this woman once who said I could have her any time I wanted her. Well, for a while that was fun. I took her in all sorts of positions, while she was on the phone to her mother, leaning out of the window talking with a friend, in public toilets, anywhere!
"But after a while it got to be tedious. I could have her so why should I try? It got to the point where I was happier jerking off. She left and another took her place, one who never gave me a full account of how she felt about it. Some nights she'd be reluctant, other nights she'd be downright cold, but if I pushed through she'd always surrender. What a woman…" He shook his head and prepared another joint. His fingers moved deftly. They were big fingers, strong fingers, and as I looked at them I felt my pussy twinge violently. In my imagination I saw those fingers poking up my cunt, strumming my clitoris, and that was enough to bring down a flood of juices to stain my underpants. I just hoped it wouldn't soak through to my jeans… although that would give him the hint.
"You've had a lot of women by the sound of it," I said softly.
"I guess so, baby," he grinned, snapping out of his pensive mood. "I don't know what comes over me sometimes. You tell me you're getting married and I remember the times I dandled you on my knee. That's corny, isn't it?"
"Not at all."
"Sure it is. Anyway, you're ripe for marriage. Really, Jackie, you've grown into a beautiful girl-woman, I should say." His eyes ran over me, cold, professional, for a moment, and another deep tremor thrilled through my innards. "Well, let's get on with the examination. I guess you'll want a prescription for the pill and a bill of health?"
"Yes please." The two joints had made my head fuzzy. Nothing was normal. When I reached back to untie the halter top it felt as though I was putting on a show. There was a sensual rhythm to all my movements and my eyes made contact with his to convey something other than family feeling to him. Eddie mistook the meaning of my affectionate look and merely winked in reply. How could he guess what I was going through? It was as though all of Tim's lovemaking had been mere foreplay. I was steaming, throbbing, feverish with lust! The halter fell to the floor. I made no attempt to pick it up. Instead I stood there and faced my uncle, my tits jutting out at him shamelessly. Nothing was said. Suddenly there was a tension in the air. Those tits seemed to grow like Pinocchio's nose, reaching for him, tentacles of flesh that wanted to entrap him, draw him in and hold him close to my body so that my cunt could suck his cock! With that peculiarly focussed awareness caused by grass, I could feel each drop of juice oozing out of my pussy and dribbling down inside me only to be absorbed by my jeans. Were they noticeably wet? I didn't dare look down.
Now it was time to take off my jeans. First I sat down to take off my jeans and then I faced him again. Uncle Eddie hadn't moved from the spot. It was as though he couldn't tear himself away. I had a hard time shimmying out of my jeans. Now it really became like a strip show. I blushed at my own slowness. Inch by inch my jeans moved down to reveal more of my naked body. Uncle Eddie stood there and stared… or was he merely bored and waiting for me to be done? The suspense was killing me! With every inch of flesh I exposed to him I felt new surges of desire. I wanted to see his cock, I wanted to see it so badly that the very idea of seeing it made me rubbery kneed! Through the cloth of his pants I could see a vague intimation of cock but it didn't tell me nearly enough about it.
"God, they're so tight!" I said apologetically when my jeans were finally off. Eddie nodded. His eyes were fixed on my tits or thereabouts. With a sudden upsurge of self-consciousness I moved back onto the couch and kept my thighs firmly together. Still he didn't move. My arms covered my tits and my crossed legs kept my pussy from view. I felt a strange sensation in my chest, the kind that comes when you dream you're naked in a public place. I wished he would get down to business, never mind sex or his cock, just get it over with!
"Ah, you're all ready then," he said, snapping out of his immobile state. "My goodness, that's good grass isn't it? I was miles away, trying to figure out whether quasars are black holes turned inside out. Sorry about that. Now put your feet into the stirrups and I'll check your insides."
He adjusted the metal stands and, loath as I was to part my legs, I put my feet into them. Now I was completely helpless. My legs were open so wide that it almost hurt, my pussy yawned at him in the face and it was cocked up at him in such a way that it was his to do with as he pleased. My fear was temporary, to put it mildly. When Eddie stood between my obscenely opened legs I had to fight back the impulse to move my hips up and down at him in lewd invitation. I wanted him so badly, couldn't he tell? My cunt was dripping, slavering, frothing at the mouth and he hadn't even touched me!
"Where are my gloves?" he said, looking around. His eyes, I noticed, were quite bloodshot. He must have been smoking even before I arrived. "Oh, screw it, I'll have to do it bareback."
"Uncle Eddie!" I exclaimed. "Don't be rude!"
"Huh? Oh yeah… doctor's talk, baby, don't worry." He leaned down and scrutinized my cunt. "Looks good, looks good," he muttered. "Is this your normal condition, Jackie? I mean, are you always as moist as this?"
"I don't think so," I said, trying to sound sarcastic so he'd get the message. It didn't seem to penetrate. With both thumbs he opened my inner lips and peered inside. I could feel his gaze burning my flesh like a laser beam and in spite of myself I started to squirm about on the table. If this went on for a minute longer I'd tell him to screw me! This business of throwing out hints was getting me nowhere.
"Really wet," he mumbled to himself. "But I guess you're all worked up about the nuptials and all that."
"That must be it."
"Most girls dry up, though," he said, straightening up and looking me right in the eye. "You seem to be looking forward to it. Tell me, Jackie, are you still a virgin?" I didn't answer. All I did was shake my head and stare right back at him. The electricity that passed between us caused the sparks to fly. The message had been delivered. When he bent over my cunt this time his fingers weren't so efficient. They slipped when they tried to hold the orifice open and when the two fingers were inside me they jiggled back and forth, shyly giving me extra stimulation. I didn't need it! My body was on fire with lust, my hips were shaking, my cunt was drowning in its own juices! Eddie kept fingering me. It was less tentative now, the pretence was dropping away rapidly, and at last he shoved two fingers inside me and began to fuck me with them. That felt wonderful! Still I wanted the real thing. Had I been a stranger I would have told him that, but being family made it too difficult to find the right words. So I lay there with my legs kept wide apart by the stirrups, making the best of the sensation of his fingers sliding in and out of my blustering, soggy box.
"Such a beautiful girl," I heard Eddie say. "Just like your mother twenty years ago, perfect, tight build, firm, oh Jesus I wanted your mother so badly! Your Dad got her, of course, but I spent nights thinking about her, crazy nights! And then, when I set up practice here, she came to me for her pap smear and her breast examinations… and it never occurred to her that I might want to do more for her. Now you're here. I think there's a conspiracy going on up there. You're so beautiful, Jackie, too beautiful!" He ended with a weird whimper and next thing I knew he was down on me. I sat up as far as I could to make sure of it, and there he was, on his knees before my open cunt! I lay back with a sigh of contentment as his tongue snaked up my pussy, flicking and writhing up there to trigger off bombs of delight. Yes, yes, that was great – but would he go all the way?
"Oh Eddie!" I groaned, pushing forward with my ass to feed him more. "You shouldn't be doing this! It's so nice but it's wrong!" He tried to say something but his words were muffled by my cunt. His whole mouth was pressed against my lips now and his tongue lolled about in the valley like it wanted to experience every part of it right away. It darted to my clitoris, pushed at the top of my slit, rushed down to my asshole and back into my cunt entrance, restless, ardent, accompanied by deep sighs and vulgar sucking sounds as he drank in my juices. I loved the way he loved me. There was no doubt that he'd been aching to do this for a long time and now he was making up for all those wasted occasions. And I, bearing the brunt of his assault, was being given the best tonguing any woman had had.
"Eddie, please!" I moaned, after wallowing in semi-orgasmic baths of sensation. "I'm losing control! I can't take this much more! We'll end up doing something really wrong!" And in my mind I added: PLEASE!!
Eddie stood up. His face was wet and his tongue licked around his lips to clean off the remains of my cunt fluids. For a moment it looked as though he'd recovered from his outburst of incest, and for that moment I suffered. But then his hands went to his belt, he undid it, unzipped the pants, and let them fall to the floor. There it was, the unveiling. Tall as Dad's cock, as thick as his, too, brown, throbbing, low-slung balls loaded with cream, a brake of dark hair surrounding the base and growing up his belly… I stared at it until every last detail had been absorbed, and by that time he had his cock in hand and aimed it at my cunt.
I closed my eyes when the tip of his knob touched me down there. This was a moment to be relished. But then I added to it by opening my eyes ever so slightly, seeing him out of focus – and it might have been my father who stood there feeding his cock into my maw! A shudder ran through me, so violent that it shook away the last of my inhibitions. "Yes, yes, yes!" I yelled, eagerly shoving my ass at his cock to get it up myself. "Fuck me now, I want you, I want you, ooooohhhhhh more, more more!" It inched its way up me, boring a tunnel into my body in the process, filling me to the point of bursting, and adding fire to my most secret fantasy until it roared high and consumed me utterly. He might as well be my father, they were brothers and very close after all. Yes, it was Dad, it was his cock driving into me with such force, hard and hot and heavily lined with veins, the very same cock I'd seen in the bathroom not long ago. It was that cock! I heard myself moaning loudly and my hands reached for him in vain. Eddie stood back, his hands on the stirrups, his back laboring to send his dick flying into me with juice-splattering impact. His eyes were half closed too, no doubt for the sake of travelling back in time to twenty years ago when my mother had had a monopoly on his fancy. It was as though we were fucking by proxy!
"Come in me!" I moaned. "Come now, Da… Eddie! I want to feel you explode inside me, come, come, cooommmmmmmmmm oh yes, come, I love it, come, aaaaaaahhhhhhhh…" It was an explosion. His hot cream burst free inside me and whitewashed my innards in an instant. Eddie's grunts were like those uttered by a karate chopper, each grunt accompanying a deep thrust that delivered more juice to my deepest depths. I felt as though I was flying backward, airborne on ecstasies that defied description. I came with him and his brother, he came in me and my mother, double the pleasure for half the price.
I was surprised when he didn't stop. His cock grew small and soft but his loins kept banging into me, driving that stub in and out of my distended hole vigorously. It felt very pleasant in that condition, a kind of intimate caress enhanced by the circumstances. The fantasies had been dissipated; it was me getting fucked by my uncle now and I started to enjoy that, too. His cock went through the doldrums and came out at full sail. I could feel it swell inside, pulsing toward erectness with devastating potency. And when it was full-blown it stretched my cunt just as much as it had before, only this time there was his sperm to lubricate the long, far-reaching strokes. This was an unexpected bonus. At first I didn't know how to respond, but then I realized that he had me at such a high plateau of pleasure already that all I needed to climax was a good shove. And that he gave me over and over.
It was a great second course. He leaned over me this time and kneaded my tits with both hands while his cock moved in and out like a well-oiled piston. It was as though he put me into a boat and pushed me out onto an ocean of bliss. I just floated, barely aware of the powerful thrusting down below, content to wallow in it all. And when he came again it was just another nudge that brought my boat further along the smooth surface of the ocean. I was half asleep when he pulled out, lying back with a Cheshire grin and a body so finely tuned that it felt as though it wasn't there.
"Er… I'm afraid Mr. Farnsworth has to be attended to," said Eddie. He had his pants back on and held out his hand to help me off the table. Still lost in my happy daze I went through the motions of dressing and left his office with my prescription firmly clutched in one hand.