Much to Sherry's surprise, Don only shrugged and nodded when she returned home Sunday night and told him that she was going back to work, back to flying.
That night she disrobed carefully, in the dark, so Don wouldn't see the bruises on her body.
Monday morning she arose early, before Don, and showered her aching body under blasting-hot and then ice-cold water. When she could actually feel her flesh turning blue she turned the water off and quickly stepped out of the shower.
The rest of the bathroom was still warm and misty from the hot shower and she thanked God for that. A towel applied briskly to her skin got the circulation going once more and covered the blue with a tinge of red. In the mirror over the sink she gave herself a rueful smile.
Perhaps it was true with all people, but at least with her the shock of the cold shower in the morning, the physical discomfort, always made the world look better. Everything seemed to brighten.
She brushed her teeth and fixed her hair quickly, then abandoned the bathroom to Don. He would shower and shave and dress while she was fixing breakfast. She carefully wrapped a large bath towel around her body to hide most of the bruises. Don was awake and stripped out of his pajamas, waiting for the bath.
"Good morning, darling," Sherry said.
His only answer as he passed her was a mumbled, "Good morning."
Something was wrong, and Sherry knew it. His retort tore into her heart. Could he know? Could he have possibly guessed what she had been up to? She wanted to run to him and throw herself into his arms. But he was already inside the bathroom, and the door was closed.
She sighed and slipped into a quilted housecoat. Her feet kicked into a pair of slippers and she stayed in the bedroom long enough to put on some lipstick. It always paid to let the husband leave the house in the morning with a good taste in his mouth, with a good picture of his wife in his memory.
She made the coffee first, filling the percolator with water, adding grounds to the basket, plugging the thing into the socket. Then she prepared the frying pan and the bacon and eggs, but didn't start them cooking. There would be time enough for that when she heard him slam the bathroom door. It was the way he signaled her every morning.
For herself, she made a bowl of hot cereal, boiling the water and adding the cereal grains. While everything was cooking, or waiting to be cooked, she sliced a grapefruit in half and then sectioned it. The bathroom door slammed just as she finished with the grapefruit, and she swung into action.
Into the toaster went four slices of bread. Then four slices of bacon went into the frying pan. She was just turning the bacon when Don came into the kitchen. He swung his long leg over the back of the chair, pulled the four slices of toast from the toaster, buttered them, and turned to his grapefruit.
Sherry broke three eggs into the frying pan and while they fried she drained the grease from the bacon. After she turned the eggs over, she shut off the light under her cereal and poured it from the pot. When she slid the bacon and eggs onto the plate, the coffee stopped bubbling and there was a split second of silence in the kitchen.
The routine hadn't changed in years. It always worked. It had taken them a long time to set up this routine, but it worked like a charm. Everything got done and nothing got cold, and they always ate their breakfast together.
But something was different this morning. Sherry could sense it. The routine was boring, but she had gotten used to it. Now there was an added something, and she couldn't put her finger on it.
Don busied himself with his bacon and eggs while Sherry ate her grapefruit. Then she had her cereal while he had his first cup of coffee. She cleared a few of the dishes away while he gathered up the things he was taking into the city with him. When he was ready, he walked to the door and Sherry stood up on tiptoe for her kiss.
"I don't think I'll be home until very, very late tonight, Sherry," he told her, as he picked up his briefcase and paused at the front door. "Oh, by the way, there's a note on the pad for you to call your brother Ken. He's in a motel here in town. It seems that Fay left him. As a matter of fact, she wasn't home when he got there last Friday night."
And then Don was out the door and Sherry heard his car start before the full realization hit her.
Don knew – there was no question about it, now. Only the details weren't in the open, but he could probably guess most of them. Her alibi, her brother's wife being sick, was blown to hell.
"How did it happen?" Sherry asked, sipping her drink and studying her brother over the rim of her glass.
"It was bound to happen," Ken shrugged. "Hell, Sherry, I'm just like you are. Marriage bores me. I've been fucking around for months. It was only a matter of time before Fay found out. Then it was only another matter of time until she left me."
"She picked one hell of a time to do it!" Sherry laughed.
"Yeah. Hey, Sis, look, I'm sorry I screwed you up."
It was Sherry's turn to shrug. "I guess it was only a matter of time until I screwed up. It was bound to happen, the same as you. I think I've been bored with Don ever since the beginning. Did I ever tell you I fucked another guy during our honeymoon?"
Ken threw back his head and laughed. "No shit?"
"I not only fucked him, we did it in the same bed with Don while he was asleep!"
Her brother's laughter went up an octave. "Sis, you're something else! But then, I guess we both are. It seems we're both alike."
"Yeah," Sherry nodded, "I guess we are."
She began studying her brother with a keener eye. He was so handsome and virile. He, as a boy, had been more of a man than her husband. Her tits began to swell with passion in her bra as she remembered all the times she and her brother had made it together when they were kids.
Yes, she thought, Ken had, probably been the best lover she had ever had.
And that was saying a lot.
It was as if there were some outside source controlling both her mind and her body as Sherry set her glass down and stood up. She walked to the bed where her brother, naked to the waist, sat staring at her.
Sherry stopped directly in front of him.
Ken's face was crotch-high and his eyes were boring into the puffy mound that her thick cunt fur made in the front of her tight skirt.
"Do you remember when we were kids? How we used to make it together?" she whispered.
"Do I? How could I ever forget it!" he replied, letting his eyes drift up to meet his sister's.
The woman who stared back at him reeked with sex, as glaring and bold as a neon sign. From her smoldering green eyes to her ripe creamy tits, half-exposed from the unbuttoned top of her blouse, to her plump hips to her generous thighs and long, stunning legs.
Sherry was the embodiment of pure sex.
Suddenly, Sherry gathered her skirt in her hands and pulled it clear up to her waist. Her russet pussy gleamed at her brother through the thin, filmy nylon of her panties.
"Do you remember this?"
Ken could only gurgle, his body shaking as his tongue came out to wet his dry lips.
"Does my pussy still do the things for you that it used to, Ken?"
He didn't answer her with words. Instead, he stood, undid his belt and his zipper. He sat back down on the bed as his pants dropped to his ankles. His huge cock – the cock that had given Sherry so much pleasure in the past was like a long ten-inch-thick spear sticking up from his groin-hair.
Sherry couldn't help it, she had to laugh. "Jesus, you must still be hot far me!"
"Oh, believe me, Sis… I've never stopped being hot for you."
Sherry took a few steps backward from him and began removing all her clothes, a piece at a time, carefully building with each piece of discarded garment, the throbbing of his hard dick. By the time she was stark naked, they were both more than ready for sex.
And then Ken was seeing her as he had seen her before. Suddenly, Sherry was no longer his sister – she was a beautiful, redheaded piece of ass, waiting and wanting his hard cock. He kept staring at her body – her beautiful face, her large ripe tits, and the auburn hair at the junction of her hips.
He got up off the bed and walked to a spot in front of her. He dropped to his knees and placed his face squarely into the damp fur between her legs. The odor of pussy-juice assailed his nostrils and he began to eat her while she was standing.
Sherry moaned and pushed her pelvis forward, giving him better access to her cunt with his tongue. She began to squeeze her tits with one hand and run her fingers through his hair with the other.
"Ohhh, eat me, Ken. Just crawl right in there and go for it!"
Ken was totally mesmerized by the gleaming pink lips of her gorgeous pussy. Even as he knelt and lowered his head between her thighs, he told himself that he had to break the hold that his crazy sister had over his cock. But even as his head parted Sherry's thighs, he knew he was hooked. He knew they were both hooked. Pay was lost to him and Sherry's husband was lost to her. That left them with each other.
And, somehow, Ken knew that it was always meant to be.
Then his tongue was licking her flesh until it shone. Around and around her thighs he roamed, and then back up to her pussy. The hard red tip of his tongue parted her slit and she could feel the heat of his saliva dribbling into her crack.
"Oh, God!" Sherry cried, when his tongue drove into her wet hole and his upper lip mashed against her clit. Up and down, around and around went his tongue inside her.
His head moved back up across her belly while his hand continued to gently caress her pussy. She was squirming with sexual heat and her cunt was overflowing with steaming juices. Hands and tongue were all over her, assaulting her body with a sensual force that was getting her hotter and hotter.
Ken took his mouth from her tit and kissed her, ramming his tongue into her mouth hungrily. At the same time, he finger-fucked her, making her ass wiggle in response. Her clit rose to his touch and pulsated with lust.
She moaned out her need and wrapped her arms around his neck. She held onto him tightly, their open mouths grinding together.
Ken pulled his head back slightly. "Jesus, you're a bitch… a cock-hungry, ball-busting bitch."
"I know it, lover. And I know you dig it. Now get me off!"
Back down across her belly went his face and that hot, darting tongue that seemed to never get dry. His head was between her thighs, the tongue licking their sticky wetness. Then he mashed the lips of his mouth against the lips of her cunt and his tongue slithered into the slit and up her fuck-hole.
Then Sherry was pushing his head away from her gyrating cunt. Ken rolled his head up until his eyes met hers. His chin still caressed her cunt-lips and her hard clit between them.
"Now?"
"Yes, you darling fucker! Yes, my great big fucking brother! Come on, let's fuck!"
Ken swept his sister from her feet, carrying her to the bed. He gently deposited her as her body shuddered with anticipation.
"God, Ken, why did we ever stop fucking each other?"
"I dunno, Sis. But I know we're gonna rectify it… right now!"
He dropped his hand to her knee and moved it upward, between her smooth, silky thighs, until it came to rest at the top of her hairy slit. His fingers found their way between the wiry hair and her oozing cunt-lips.
Sherry shivered at his touch. She felt her clit stiffening under a massaging thumb while his finger ran along the moist, warm slit. She reached down and fondled the long, hard line of his throbbing prick.
"I want your cock," she cooed, rolling over to face him.
Her voice was husky with wanting. Her fingers slowly massaged the heavy foreskin back and forth over the jerking cock-head. She could sense the blood throbbing vigorously into his large, expanded prick-tip. Droplets of thick white cum had already begun to seep from the tip, smearing wetly against her delicate fingers.
She lay beside him and they kissed, a lingering, tongue-clashing kiss that said it all. They were flesh against flesh and their tongues told each other what they wanted.
"You're so hard," she moaned. "You're hard as a fucking rock."
"I'm hard for you, Sis… for you," Ken breathed.
She moaned softly, feeling his prick come alive in her hand.
"Good… that feels good," he groaned, cupping and kneading her fleshy tits.
"I want you," she gasped. "I want to feel all of this pounding prick inside me, tearing me apart!"
Her voice trembled and grew fainter as she moved down his body. For a brief moment, she hesitated at his crotch. Ken's body stiffened, then relaxed to the sudden surrounding of her warm, pouting lips and darting, caressing tongue. The skin on his prick tightened. He opened his legs, his hard cock pointing upward. She felt his hands on the back of her head. Then he leaned over her, caressed her hair, her neck, her armpits. He ran his fingers along her smooth bare back.
"Oh, God, honey," he gasped. "Be careful. I'll come in your mouth!"
Sherry let his prick slip from her lips. The big cock glistened with her saliva. "I want it in my cunt, Ken. I want you there, right there! Feel me… fed my pussy! See how wet I am?"
His hand went to her crotch. He felt the moist warmth of her cunt.
Her thighs were slightly spread and the skin gleamed with perspiration and the moisture that had seeped from the steaming walls of her pussy. He could see the pink lips of her pussy buried in the thick mat of her hair.
"You're beautiful," he gasped.
Sherry grasped his cock and pulled the dripping head to her cuntal mouth. She felt him tense and gasp as the head of his dick was slipped between her pussy-lips.
"Now, Ken, darling… now!"
He sent half of his cock into her in one lunge. Two more quick, hard thrusts and his prick was fully embedded, up to his balls.
Sherry moaned and hoisted her ass from the bed, giving his cock full access to her hole.
"Good… good, good!" she cooed.
He started stroking – in and out went his prick, up and down went his ass. Smoothly and slowly he fucked her juicy pussy. It felt wonderful. His cock was long and thick and hard.
He slid his prick out until she could see his cock-head at the rise of her cuntal slit. Then, viciously, he slammed it back into her pussy again.
"That's it… that's it! Oh, shit, that's beautiful, Ken!"
"You've got such a tight pussy," her brother panted. "It's so nice and tight and wet!"
"Fuck me, Ken! Oh, darling, fuck me hard make me come! Make me squirm on your beautiful cock!"
He started fucking faster and faster. Soon he was whipping his big prick in and out of her hole with stunning force and regularity.
"Your pussy feels delicious, Sis! God, what a piece of ass!"
Sherry moved her hips in unison with his, pumping up and down furiously, catching every thrust squarely in her eager cunt.
"Yes, yes, fuck, fuck, fuck! Oh, I love it! I love it!"
Ken grinned down at her, loving the pleasure he was giving and getting. He thrust harder, the strokes becoming longer, the sound of wet flesh against wet flesh accompanying each movement. The channel of her cunt was tight but at the same time moist and slick. It gave off a wondrous odor that filled them both with desire.
He moved his hands to her ass, taking one cheek in each palm. Sherry moaned again, louder, and ground the lips of her cunt hard against the thick base of his meat. Her hard clit was getting the full benefit of his long staff.
"I love it!" she shrieked. "I love your cock, darling Ken! Don't stop… go, go!"
He managed to shove one finger, and then two, into her already-filled cunt, increasing the pressure on her clit.
"I love it, too, baby," he groaned. "My dick is loving your pussy!"
Sherry's hips pumped faster, matching the pace and rhythm of his. She savored the sensations that her brother's big cock produced. She was aware of every throbbing inch of his prick as it slid in and out of her slit. Her cunt seemed to suck at his wide, swollen meat. He spread his legs, placing his feet against the end of the bed so he could drive into her even harder.
Her legs wrapped around his back. Her heels dug into his hard, lean asscheeks. The sounds that filled the room were animal-like.
Two animals in heat, pounding away at each other's flesh, seeking release. She could feel it coming. Starting at the base of her spine, building, building and rising toward her clit.
"Oh, fill me up! Fill me up!" she shrieked, her body a mass of heaving, bucking flesh.
They were coming together, in wave after wave of quaking passion. Sherry's cunt pulsated and throbbed. She could feel her muscles contract and expand as she poured her hot juices on Ken's spurting cock. Her hole was sopping wet and getting wetter as her brother poured stream after stream of white hot liquid into her.
They both came as they had never come before, with each other or anyone else. But still they couldn't get enough.
Ken pulled his dick from her syrupy pussy and was immediately licking his way down between her big tits, across her belly and into the fur of her cunt.
"Ohh, yesss, yesssss, eat me again!" Sherry rasped, pushing his head hard between her thighs. "Give me pleasure again with your wonderful tongue! Oh, shit, I want it, I need it so bad! I want everything from you, Ken… your tongue, your cock, your everything!"
"Yeah!" he moaned, and mashed his face between her thighs.
"Yes, yes… kneel down and suck it! Your tongue there, now my clit! Oh, shit, it's good! My pussy's gushing with juice!"
He gently teased her throbbing little clit up and down, mashing, pinching the bud between his thumb and finger. His tongue was driving inside her cunt now.
Sherry's legs trembled. She put her hands on his shoulders, her fingernails digging into the hard muscle and flesh. Her tits rubbed against each other as she squeezed them together. "More, more, give me more!"
He spread her legs even wider apart. He knelt down between the firm columns of her flesh and brought his face to her heated crotch. He laved her slit, then licked the thick, silky lips of her pussy.
He ran his tongue over the moist folds of her cunt. He loved it, and the hard tip of his driving tongue told her so.
Sherry screamed with sheer ecstasy. Her thighs did a fitful dance, up and down, slamming, spreading, her body convulsing as his hands grasped the cheeks of her ass.
"I want it now… now, now!"
"Take it!" he yelled, returning her eagerness. "You've only got one hole left, Sis and I'm gonna fill it!"
"Yes, YES!" she squealed. "That's where I want it! I want your beautiful dick up my ASS!"
She rose to her knees before him and savagely pushed him back onto the bed. His cock again stood erect like a telephone pole. She straddled him and positioned the head of his mighty cock at the hole of her ass.
Then she moved down slowly, her wet thighs and hips just above him. Lower and lower she came, down, slowly down, touching his body, then resting on him, twisting so that her asscheeks rubbed hotly over his raised thighs, spreading her hot juices over them and his cock.
"My dick is ready for you, baby," Ken sighed.
"And I'll take it!"
She gently caressed her asshole with his thick pole. Then her hips came down, guiding her hot asshole, until she at last feasted on his cock, her asshole clutching his throbbing hardness inside her.
"Ohhh, shit, shit, shit! You've got it all! You've got all my dick up your ass!"
"Yes, yes, I can feel it!" Sherry gurgled. "And it feels so fucking good! It's so beautiful up my asssssss!" She began bouncing gleefully, with total abandon, on the thick rod of his cock. "Hunch up with your hips, darling! Drive your meat as hard as you can up my shit-hole! Harder, you big fucker, harder!"
Ken's hands gripped the soft flesh of her hips and pulled her up and down against him until his prick was buried to its root inside her hot asshole. As he hunched up and down into her, each thrust became more forceful than the last. Sherry closed her eyes and panted, going faster, faster.
And then she screamed as the spasm of ecstasy went ripping through her pussy.
"More?"
"Yes, more," she panted. "Just… just a second!"
She lay on top of him for a moment, trying to catch her breath, while he explored her asscheeks with his sweaty hands. Then she rose up and began to move her hips. His hands slipped around to the front of her creamy body, cupping her swaying, jiggling tits.
As she bounced and rotated her succulent body above him, he caressed her big jugs, his fingers and thumbs rolling and rubbing at the hard tips.
Ken closed his eyes and let Sherry ride his thrusting cock. Her legs squirmed up beside him so she could get more of his prick into her ass, and he felt his big shaft hitting bottom as her butt dropped on his thighs. He held back his cum as he pumped into her. Her steady moans of pleasure erupted in squeals of ecstasy as she worked up to yet another peak, shot over, and started the climb all over again.
Finally, he lost control. When she felt her body tightening with excitement, his grunt of satisfaction mingled with her shrieks of delight, and he shot his boiling cum into her ass, his body tingling from the pleasure rippling through him.
Sherry collapsed beside him, exhausted, and the room was filled with their hoarse breathing as they relaxed in the afterglow of ecstasy. Ken saw the smile of satisfaction on his sister's face. He had done his job well.
"Was it good, baby?" he asked, a smile of total innocence returning to his face.
"You know it was," she smiled. "And I'll never let it get away from me again!"
"What's to become of us?"
Sherry's smile widened. "It already has, darling brother. We're together now… and it looks as though we're destined to stay that way. You'll go back to work, I'll go back to flying… and there's always the in-between time!"