It was a little after nine in the morning when Penny awoke, finding Liz still nestled in her arms. The twins hadn't returned and she wondered if they were all right. She allowed herself a few moments to look at the girl in her arms before stirring to get up. The naked girl was warm and soft against her own naked body, and she found herself admiring the firm, well-turned form again. Then those big brown eyes opened and the girls smiled at each other.
"Mmmmmmmm… I feel wonderful," Liz cooed.
"Do you think it's a good idea to let anyone see you in here?" Penny asked with concern.
"No!" Liz answered, springing to a sitting position, fully awakened by the thought. "I'd better go see you later." She rushed off, barely pulling her toga in place as she opened the door.
In the shower Penny tried to straighten out her thoughts on all that had happened to her over the weekend. Last night she was positive the affair with Liz would bother her conscience. Give her guilt feelings the next morning. But for some reason she didn't seem to have any feeling at all about it. Other than it was an enjoyable release. And satisfied that she brought Liz to a climax too.
It was over and she didn't regret it at all. Which surprised her.
When she joined Paul for breakfast she discovered they were leaving the island before noon and that most of the guests had already gone. She hadn't discussed the plans with Paul, but assumed weekend trips would last through Sunday evening.
"Never overextend a good thing," Paul explained. "By tomorrow everyone will be thinking of the good time they had and begin building an appetite for another trip. If everyone stayed an extra day it would become too much of a chore finding new experiences and they would get bored."
"All right," Penny said with a smile of acceptance. "But I'd like to ask you a personal question about your weekend."
"I can guess what it is," Paul said with a grin.
"Well? What's the answer? What did you do to entertain yourself?"
"I spent the weekend with a very beautiful, charming girl," he said softly. "But other than our expression of wild passion on Friday night?had no sexual experiences."
"You mean to say…?"
"It may be hard to believe, but the host doesn't necessarily have to play the games he helps his guests to enjoy."
That thought plagued Penny throughout the flight back to the Long Island Sound. Several times she was tempted to press the issue, but always managed to talk herself out of it. Paul Lagarde was a very unusual man, she admitted. Maybe a bullshit artist, but perhaps a challenge worth exploring. A little mystery adds spice to your life, she reflected.
But there wasn't any mystery about what was making Liz so anxious. The minute the two of them were alone, Liz quickly whispered, "Don't forget about your brother. Be sure to have him call me."
It wasn't until Penny was in her own room that the effects of the weekend began to settle heavy on her mind. The room reminded her that just a week ago she was stretched out on the lounge in this very room, coaxing a flame into her own empty cove. Then Steve filled it for her, satisfying her momentarily with his thick meat buried in her yielding cunt, filling her body with its throbbing presence. And down the hall, in the bathroom, she had experienced the most satisfying seduction of all. The forbidden dream come to life-her father's cock in her cunt.
Just as she was slipping out of her dress, the door opened and Steve poked his head into the room.
"Got a second, Pen?" he asked before entering.
"Sure," she answered, suddenly aware that she was glad to see her brother.
"How was your weekend?" he asked politely, but she could tell he had something else on his mind.
"Oh… not bad, I guess," she replied.
It was Steve's wide eyes that brought her to the realization that she was standing in just her bra and panties. He swallowed hard and she couldn't help but laugh.
"Don't tell me you've got your Sunday hots again," she teased.
"Not 'til now," he moaned, as if in pain. "But you sure as hell have a way of bringing it on."
"I'll put on a robe if it bothers you," she offered.
"I just wanted to know if you saw Elizabeth," he went on, ignoring her suggestion.
"As a matter of fact I did. And I also arranged for her to at least give you a chance. Sorta on a trial basis. She's willing to go out with you once anyway."
Steve didn't seem to notice her teasing comments. His eyes were fascinated by what he couldn't see under her scanty panties. He watched the round globes of her ass move, tantalizing his mind with the slow, bouncing motion, as she walked to the closet. Her breasts strained to pop out of the confinement of the bra, when she reached up for her robe.
"How about a quickie?" he asked in almost a pleading voice.
"I'm on a self-imposed diet," she sighed, turning to face him. "No male meat."
"Is anything wrong?"
"No. I was told it does wonders for you."
"Sounds crazy to me," he said, juggling the stiffness in his pants to a more comfortable position.
Penny saw the move her brother made, watched the bulge shift in his pants, and saw the hungry look in his eyes.
"Who am I kiddin'?" she said with a laugh, reaching back to undo her bra. "Your place or mine?"
"I'll never make the trip back to my place," Steve answered, already pulling off his shirt.
Penny jumped on the bed, bouncing on her knees and watching her brother struggle anxiously out of his clothes. And Steve was staring right back, watching her bouncing breasts, anticipating the feel of quivering nipples that would soon be his. He struggled quickly out of his clothes, hands trembling, going limp and breathless for her now. Then he saw the eager expression of her face as his prick planked out from his shorts in full ripe view, her hot-tranced eyes fixed hypnotically on the fat and fruity knob that would be charging at her in a minute. The fumbling finally ended and he was out of his clothes, making a dash for the bed and what was under those brief panties.
"Not so fast, big brother. I want more than just a fast fuck," she screeched, bouncing out of his reach and laughing. "I want you to show off that big prick of yours."
Steve stood at the side of the bed and stared at her in complete bewilderment. He didn't quite understand what it was she wanted. A glance at his standing cock, her face, then back to the cock, still didn't give him the picture.
"Play with it, silly. I want to see you squeeze it, pull it, and make it blow up."
"Hey, come on, let's stop all this fuckin' around and flick around," Steve said, starting to get on the bed again.
"No deal. Play with it or no cookie," she teased.
Steve stood up straight, reached down with his right hand and began an uninspired imitation of jacking-off. But he felt foolish and annoyed at the request. Especially when he could see his reflection in the mirror. But Penny's eyes strained with wild delight, at the sight of the mushroom head ballooning bigger and bigger, harder and harder. This is the meat she had dreamed about all weekend, she told herself, breathing in gasping pants at the sight of it now, just inches away and dying to get in that mushy cunt and blast its fury up her insides.
Finally Penny gave him the signal to join her on the bed, but he hesitated. He was pissed-off at the little game she'd made him play. The little bitch is so damned sure she's gonna get it, he thought, that I'll play the tease now. Make her crawl for it.
Slowly, Penny moved to a sitting position, sensing that her-brother's feeling had been hurt by her teasing. When she was sitting with her feet pointing straight toward him, she slowly spread her legs, her tongue coming out to circle her mouth as if tasting the head of his manly spear. And he was growing weaker. His eyes were fixed on the dampness in the crotch of her panties, nostrils flexing to pick up the fragrance, eyeing that hidden cove, waiting for it to snap at him.
"I want that big cock of yours, Steve. In my cunt, filling me with throbbing fat meat."
Cautiously, Steve began to crawl onto the bed. Re didn't want any more threats or foolish games. Just that fully developed body, with heaving tits and longing cunt. He carefully reached for her panties-expecting an order-slowly slid them down her legs, little by little, gawking at the golden fleece that would soon part from the thrust of his weapon.
Once her pasties were off, Penny moved down to the head of his towering cock. She wanted to smell it first, taste it, but only briefly. Then let it do its job on the walls of her longing cunt. Her brother stared in amazement as she touched the divine rod with the gentlest touch, kissing the-knob of it with a soft brushing of her lips, while breathing the man-smell of it.
"You act like you're all hopped up," Steve said in a cautious tone.
"I am hopped up. But not the way you think," she answered, never taking her eyes off his stretched tight cock, and moving as though it was all in slow motion. "I'm high on the fragrance of a real, live, throbbing cock. And the knowledge of where it's going and how it's gonna feel."
"What the hell happened over the weekend?" he demanded.
"It's not what happened, so much, as what didn't happen. And I didn't have one of these juicy, ripe, belly-tickling cocks. But I wanted one so bad it hurt."
Steve moved between her legs and pressed her back to the bed, where she remained motionless, watching and waiting. It made him feel uneasy. This wasn't like her. She seemed to be acting so strange. Slowly, he brought his tumescent muscle to the entrance of her cunt, guiding it with his hand and watching her face. The mere touch of the head against her burning cunt-lips twisted her face into a painful expression.
"Oohhhh… oohhhh… " she groaned, writhing slightly at the first touch. "Oohhhh… " she gulped, as the head parted the lips and peeked inside. In a little more it moved… "Ahhhh ohhhhh… don't move it… don't move it ohhh… ohhh."
The sight of her writhing body was almost too much to resist, but he held his prong at the entrance and waited for her to reach a climax. A climax he thought. Before it's in!
"Mmmmmm… " she sighed with relief, breathing heavy and fast. "Now fuck me. Fuck me like you never flicked before."
The feel of his spear-head driving up the soft walls of her insides was the most glorious sensation she could remember. How tight she fit around it, she thought, opening wider and wider to get it all in, rotating her hips to feel it swish around her insides.
"How's that?" Steve growled. "Or do you want more?"
"All of it… I want all of it."
Another plunge of the blunt-nosed piston, driving more meat into the empty cove, seated the full shaft. And Steve was alive from the power that was now his. Only the ache in his balls reminded him that a moment would come when he'd lose his strength and all the power and might that was now his, and it would all drain from him. But for the present, he was in command.
Penny met his plunging, driving cock with equally hard bounces, to meet it with as much force as possible. It occupied her whole body. Her whole mind. It was where it belonged, satisfying the need it was created for… her need. She dug her nails into Steve's back, wrapped her legs around his hips, driving him as deep as possible with her heels.
"Minmmmm… mmmm… aaahhhh," she cried in his ear, letting him know she was on her second orgasm. "More, Steve, more."
Sonofabitch! Steve screamed to himself, pumping his flexing muscle in and out with all his might, feeling that rumble in his balls signaling the big explosion. While one hand squeezed like hell on a tit, the other hand was under her ass, digging at her flesh for leverage, lifting her to meet each plunge.
"Here it comes… " he whispered breathlessly. "Are you ready for it?"
"Ready," Penny cooed, feeling the heaving muscle jerk in the depths of her stomach. "Give me all you've got."
There was an explosion that reached up to her brain; her insides flooding with his cool juices, the cream mixing with her own fluids and stinging delightfully. She lifted her thighs to meet every throbbing thrust, sucking with all her strength.
This is what she missed. The one ingredient that was left out of all those other sex experiences. The flush of come on the walls of her aching insides. The quenching waters that flooded the raging fire.
"Ooohhhh… Steve… " she cried. "It hurts so good."
"Mmmmmm… " he answered, lowering his drooling mouth onto a hard-nippled tit, sucking its delicious meat into his gulping mouth.
"Mmmmmm… " Penny groaned and sunk her teeth into his shoulder.
They kept their groins pressed tightly together, rotating and grinding more pleasure into each other's sex. Each enjoyed the taste of the other's body, as Steve licked at the captured tit and Penny sucked on his shoulder.
"Tell me about your weekend," Steve said when they finally parted.
"What would you like to know? I already let it slip that I didn't get laid."
"Yeah, but not everyone gets invited to Paul's private island and I want to know what it's like up there."
"Well, let's see… there's lots of pretty girls running around, naked and available at the snap of your finger. Studs too for the women guests."
"That's what I heard," Steve said, as he sat back on the bed, giving her all his attention and not hiding the fact that he was fascinated.
"And everywhere you look there are big names-politicians, actors, you name it, all fuckin' away. Men with men, women with women every way you can imagine."
"I'd give my right arm to just see it once."
"But of course I didn't approve of the children."
"Children!" Steve gasped. "What were they doing?"
"What would you like? A little girl to suck on your pipe? A little boy's ass to play With?"
"Holy shit!" Steve gasped in disbelief. "Sounds impossible. Out of this world! Did you see anyone playing with the kids?"
"Not only saw it, but was manhandled by the most gorgeous twins-a boy and a girl-who were assigned to my room for whatever whim I might have."
"Shit! What'd you do?"
"Nothing. They were all over me before I could do anything. Kissed every inch of my body-front and back-and…"
"You've gotta get me an invitation, Penny. I have to see this place for myself."
"I didn't know you had a thing for kids."
"It's not that… I want to see it all. Find out for myself what it's like to just do any fuckin' thing that comes into my head."
"Well, call Liz and see if she can arrange for an invite… I doubt if I'll ever go back. Somehow all that sex seemed too wild."
"Then how come you came home with the hots? And the way you humped… it was like you'd been dying for it for years."
"All I ask for is a good stiff cock-not all the fancy stuff. And Paul saw to it that I didn't get any. That's why I went wild at the sight of yours."
Steve got up and started to pull on his pants. "Do you think it's too soon to call Liz?" he asked over his shoulder.
"Mmmmmmmm… maybe you should wait another five minutes," she cooed. "And while you're waiting-let me have another look at that shiny prick of yours."
Steve stopped abruptly, his pants not covering the fleshy white cheeks of his ass yet. He turned slowly and flashed his banging muscle at her, pretending that was all she would get, just a quick glimpse of his male meat, as he struggled to hide it from her.
"Come over here, you rotten thing," Penny ordered.
Steve dropped his pants, stepped out of them, and walked to the bed. His sister's eyes never moved from the limp, swinging tube of flesh that dangled between his legs. Never before had he seen such hungry eyes before. He stopped at the edge of the bed and she rolled over to him, her back on the bed and her face under the head of his prong. The juices from both their bodies were drying on it, making it sticky and ripe.
Penny stuffed a pillow between her legs, squeezed it hard and fixed her eyes on the male organ. She licked a path from his balls to the tip, around the head and sucked it slowly into her mouth. It began to harden. She carefully licked it clean, covering every inch, watching it flex harder and harder before her eyes. Then when it stood at its fullest, she took it in both her hands and forced the spike into her mouth, releasing her orgasm on the soft pillow between her legs.
But as soon as Penny finished her grinding climax, she removed the mighty serpent from her mouth and began to move away.
"What's the idea?" Steve asked. Confused at her move.
"I'm finished," she announced. "Take it away."
"You fuckin' bitch!" He grabbed her by the hair, forced her lips apart by digging his thumbs into her cheeks, and sank his puffing shaft back into the warmth of her mouth. Deep into her throat he drove it, as far as it would go without choking her to death, and let his come spill out, watching it ooze from the corners of her mouth.
"Mmmmm… " she said when he finished, licking the cream from her lips. "Now wasn't that fun? Taking it by force, I mean?"
"Sometimes I can't figure you out," Steve answered, going back for his clothes.