"Well, I certainly don't want to go pick her up," Abby said, pulling the brush through her hair. She loved her hair. So black, so silky, so long. It wasn't the only beautiful thing about her but people seemed to notice it first. It framed her thin delicately featured face perfectly. She rested a hand across her chest and admired the long fingers, the long, crimson nails. It was no wonder that men adored her, competed for her attention. She caught the reflection of her brother in the mirror and frowned. "Somebody has to go meet the plane," she said, "and I'm expecting my date any time now."
Howell finished his beer, put the can down on her dresser and belched.
"You mean that weird dude who works at the bank? I bet he likes you to wear spurs, don't he?"
Abby pinched her mouth tight. "Take your beer can off my dresser, brother dear." She wiped the dampness with a tissue and dropped it in the wastebasket. She didn't think Howell's statement worthy of reply but it had started her thinking. Wouldn't it be fun to really spur a man while he made love to her? She shivered at the ultimate wickedness of it. Perry already let her do shameful things to him and now she was considering spurs! Her nipples went hot with blood and she had an urge to rub three fingers across the crotch of her panties. She resisted successfully. Howell loomed close, smelling of beer and pretzels. His jeans were torn out at one knee and half his shirt was untucked. The black sheep of the McNarey family. At twenty-five he was a leech on their father's fortune. And Dad went on indulging him like the lazy hound Howell was. Her brother leaned closer.
"Come on Abby, tell me what you and Perry do, huh? I won't tell nobody else!"
"Why do you insist on using bad English?" she snapped, getting up. She brushed by him in her bra and panties, opened the closet wide to pick a dress.
"Cause you talk so God-damned nice," he was leering at her legs as she turned with the dress she'd chosen. For an instant Abby had a most uncomfortable feeling. Brothers weren't supposed to look at their sisters like that. She put a hand self-consciously to her chest, covered one cup of her bra. The weight of her tit against her palm excited her for no special reason. Except that she was always aware of the size of her breasts. For her thin, almost frail shoulders they seemed huge. They rode high and firm on her body and the nipples were embarrassingly thick and dark. But men seemed to love them. She wasn't quite sure why. When Perry had seen her undress that first time, he'd almost slipped to his knees in utter worship. She smiled with the memory. Howell made a dirty sound with his mouth and snapped her back to the present.
"Jesus little sister, you are one hell of a piece of ass…"
"Oh Howell, why don't you go get another beer and let me dress?" She swung across the room, pretending not to be disturbed by his words. But she could almost feel his eyes crawling up and down her body. She glimpsed her thin waist in the mirror, the graceful swell of her hips. She had legs that could rival any New York model. Howell made another dirty sound.
"That Perry doesn't know his ass from a hole in the…"
"Please Howell, I'm sure you don't like Perry. But he is a gentleman. Something you don't know anything about." She pulled the white dress over her head and shoulders and wiggled into it. "Besides, what do I care if you disapprove? Perry is my friend, after all."
"But you're my sister…"
"Oh get out of here, really!" Howell bent his empty beer can and wandered towards the door. She watched his muscular shoulders sway and felt a tiny amount of pity. Not enough to call him back. He closed the door muttering something sullen, Abby didn't catch the exact words. She stood before her mirror and finished preparing herself for her evening's date. Perry was going to drool when he saw her.
"Come on, Perry, it's a perfect night for the little patio." Abby giggled. "It's so private…"
"Your brother certainly seemed upset about something when he met me at the door."
"Just because he has to go pick up Vicky!"
"Your sister's coming back tonight?"
Abby sighed. "Yes, I'm sure she can hardly wait to straddle that cursed motorcycle of hers and go roaming out over the lawn. Someday she's going to crash into the ocean with that damned thing." Perry pulled her against him.
"Abby, you look like a Goddess tonight!"
"You like me?"
"Shhhhh… come on."
She led him to the south patio, the one with the high wall around it. There was only one entrance from the house. With the French doors closed no one could disturb them. Of course, Daddy was his study and didn't really care if Abby took a date to her room. He trusted her implicitly. But it was more exciting in the patio. And the grass felt wonderful under naked flesh.
"I feel funny out here," Perry said, looking around.
"Here, between the trees." Abby plopped down and arranged her dress on the grass. "Nobody could possibly see us." Perry peered around and finally sat down. She reached up to loosen his tie and shirt collar. She let her long nails linger there against his skin as she unbuttoned his shirt down the front. Then as he looked at her like a lost pussy, she pushed her red mouth against one small, male nipple and sucked gingerly.
"Abby… Ohhh God, if you don't let me make love to you…"
"You forgot that I already did." She frowned. "And you made a mess of it. Got me all sticky without even…" She dipped her head and returned her teeth to his chest. Perry groaned and writhed under her licking caresses. She was remembering that time in his car. They'd come home early from a dinner date. Perry had pulled into a grove of trees on the estate. He hadn't wanted to, but Abby'd insisted. He'd been breathing so hard. His hands jerked when they'd undressed her. And then his cock had caught the light and she'd seen it jutting from his pants, seen it clearly. She'd been shocked by its size and shape and color. The darkened tip had brushed her white thigh then and Perry had groaned and suddenly hot jets of his seed had spurted across her belly. Perry's clumsy attempt to mop the mess from her skin had embarrassed her more than anything.
"I'll do it right this time, darling," Perry begged. His eyes were large and moist. He pushed a hand up under her dress. Abby squirmed down onto the grass as his fingers pressed upwards against the lace crotch of her panties. They were the finest silk panties that could be bought. She hoped Perry appreciated them. Her juices surged, wetting the sheer, taut band.
"Perry…"
"Now Abby, I want you now!"
"If you don't watch out, you'll make another mess." She could tell he was loosening his pants. "And anyway, it's not the right time. You might make a baby…"
"I've got something…"
"Don't Perry… don't!" She had a grip on his wrist but he was sliding the band of her panties to one side, getting a finger between the swollen lips of her pussy. She could feel the taut black curls divide. Then her back arched and she quivered like an arrow had gone through her. "Uhhhnnnnnn!"
"Abby… let me kiss you." She could feel his mouth slip down her neck, down the swooping neckline of her dress. Then he caught her head between his hands and pressed his lips hard against hers. She struggled. Abby didn't like to let Perry kiss her unless he'd been especially nice or brought a gift or something like that. But he had her firmly, his tongue forcing her teeth apart.
"Mmmnnnooo… noo!" His tongue raked the roof of her mouth. She gagged and struggled, the kiss went deeper and she felt herself weaken in his embrace. Then the thought hit her… hit her like a storm. She could almost imagine that tongue of his against her somewhere else. It would feel a thousand times more wonderful if he'd do it there. She managed to slip her mouth to the side.
"If you want me, you have to kiss me first… down there!" She was panting so hard she could hardly get the words out. Perry froze for an instant. She knew he hadn't dated much before he'd met her. He was twenty-one, her age. But he was a hundred times shyer. He even thought she was still a virgin, something she'd not bothered to argue with him about. She could make her cunt so tight that poor Perry would never know the difference anyway. Once when he'd felt her up, she'd been able to keep his finger from entering her body by sheer muscle power alone. Perry had been impressed. She was the most virginal virgin he'd ever known. As far as she could tell he'd gone to bed with only one girl in his life. The redheaded waitress at the truckstop five miles out of town. And that had been on a dare with a half-pint of whiskey to shore him up. Rumors had it that Perry had made a mess of that one too.
"Do it, Perry," she breathed, pushing his head down. "Do it to me like that!" The idea of having a male licking between her white thighs had absolutely devastated her. She had to have it done now! She wouldn't let Perry escape this night without feeling what it was like. She'd heard stories. Now she had to know. But would shy, nervous Perry dare such a thing?
"Abby, I want you so bad!"
"Then do that to me! Ohhh hurry!" She wiggled her body in the grass, throwing her thighs wide. Her dress scooted up around her waist as she forced Perry's head down. She could smell her own musk, the flooding excitement of her body! She writhed and moaned, digging her long fingers deeper in his hair now as she tried to pull his lips against the drenched silk of her pantycrotch.
"God, I've never done anything like… Abby… Ohhh God, you smell so nice!"
"Do it," she rasped, tilting her hips up sharply, her right sandal flopping off. With a grunt of excitement Perry began to lick the white silk band that clung to her outer lips. Abby widened her legs more, letting the inner petals of her cunt bloom outwards against the spit-soaked silk. Perry felt the raw flesh through the pantycrotch. She knew he could feel it! And in his excitement, he was gouging the silk aside with a shaking finger.
"Abby! Oh God, I love you Abby!" His tongue divided the heavy lips of her pussy and she choked a cry of pleasure, both sandals kicked off now, her heels digging wildly at the lawn. She rocked her hips, opening her blossoming folds to be licked. She couldn't even yell out her enjoyment it was so intense. Instead she just gurgled quietly, plunging and rubbing her dripping pussy against her shy lover's tongue and teeth and chin. He was obviously new at the game. But Abby had never been eaten out before, so it didn't matter. She could feel him trying to hit the right places and even when he missed the sensations were electrifyingly good.
"There… right there… harder. Ohhh damn, damn do it harder. Noooo, you missed it… that little bump! Yess… Yesssss!"
Perry growled a little and hooked his fingers under her dancing ass. Then he wallowed his face deeper in the stretched, feverish velvet of her slit. Now he was hitting her clit good! She grunted like a hungry panther, dug her nails into the nape of his neck.
"Ohhhh shit! Ohhhh eat it! Bite it!" She humped violently against him, not caring whether she hurt him or not. "Uhnnnnn!" Abby put her sharp heels against the small of Perry's back. Now she was thinking of those spurs again. Like her brother had teased her about. What if she did have some on! She could really make Perry go after her, couldn't she? As if she were actually wearing a pair, she dug hard into his muscles. He squirmed with pain but kept his mouth tight against her pussy. She could hear the slick sucking sound of his lips as they curved and pulled at her tender membranes.
"Abby," he gasped, trying to pull himself up onto her body, "let me fuck you now!"
"Nooooo!"
"God Abby, I'd do anything if you'd let me!"
"No, I don't want to fuck. I want you to keep doing that!"
"Please Abby, I…"
"Eat my pussy, Perry! Ohhhh God, keep doing it!"
When she felt him press his lips against again, she sighed with relief. He had her clit now. He'd finally learned that it was a special spot on her body. She rewarded him with a hug of her thighs. Her toes spread and tingled. She felt like her skin was glowing red hot. The slurpy sounds between her thighs grew louder as Perry captured her clit between his lip and tongue and worked it over good.
"Ohhh… Yaaahhhh! I'm gonna come, darling! Ohhhhhh!"
Her thin arms flailed the ground and she beat against Perry's back. She was so excited she was seeing stars. And she couldn't get enough air, couldn't scratch that lovely tickle enough. The explosion ripped through her and she could no longer stifle her passion. She gave a long, shuddering cry and fell limp on the grass.
Perry was up, jerking at his pants and looking around like the marines had landed. Abby could see him spinning in panic. Of course her father must have heard her scream. Everyone must have heard it, even Jim the chauffeur who lived down by the garages. She pushed herself weakly onto an elbow but slumped back. Perry bent over her, pulling both arms.
"For God's sake, Abby get up. Somebody'll be coming."
"You might zip your fly," she managed, staggering to her feet and leaning heavily against the nearest tree. Her sandals were somewhere in the long grass. She felt around with her feet, holding onto the tree for support. Someone was tapping on the French doors that opened onto the patio from the house. Perry went over and swung them apart.
"Hello Mr. McNarey, awful good to see you, sir." Perry was breathless, trying to comb his hair. But he was using the back of the comb instead of the teeth. Abby looked at Perry, then at her father, and began to laugh. Carl McNarey frowned and pushed a hand through his thick hair. For a man of fifty he looked like dynamite and he knew it. Abby was always amused at his vanity.
"Abby, what was all that…?"
"I'm just fine, Dad. Perry was tickling me and I couldn't get loose. I just had to scream." Her father fingered one of his biceps and glanced at Perry. Perry nodded and laughed. He was so nervous he was about to pee his pants. Again Abby enjoyed watching him squirm.
"Won't do it again, sir," Perry blurted. "Just got carried away."
Her father lifted an eyebrow as if to say he didn't believe a word of what they'd told him. Abby wondered if he could smell the hint of hot, raw pussy that seemed to float in the heavy air of the patio. She sure could and it was her own aroma too. Carl McNarey rubbed his muscled belly and turned on his heel. He stopped at the French doors.
"Your mother went to bed with a headache. It would be nice if you didn't awaken her before morning." As her father departed down the hall, Abby clucked her tongue. Mother in bed early. That meant that Carl would be spending some time with his sister. As strange as it sounded to her, it seemed natural too. She'd glimpsed them kissing once four years ago when Mona came to stay with them. And then her father's sister moved in to stay. Poor Florence hadn't suspected a thing, Abby knew. Or maybe she knew all and let things go along as always. Florence had never been too hot for lovemaking. It was a wonder her mother had managed to get enough seed shot into her to make three babies. It was only because father was such a virile lover, no doubt. Abby sucked her lip.
"But it is incest," she said aloud. Perry looked up at her from tying his shoe.
"What did you say?"
"Nothing. Just family secrets."
She was trying to imagine Mona under the heaving body of her father. Mona was a tall woman with very small breasts. She had a continuous tennis tan and her face was wrinkled not so much from her forty-five years as from the constant bombardment from the sun. She wore her gray-blond hair in loose curls. She was a striking woman for her age, much sexier than mother. So it was no surprise that their father was drawn to her. Except for that one, nagging detail. Mona was Carl's sister. For the first time in her life, Abby was really considering the possibility that her father and his sister did more than just kiss. But she hadn't any proof of anything more, had she?
"Isn't there some way we could go to your room?" Perry whined, jerking at his shoelace. It broke and he cursed and threw the ragged piece into the grass.
"I'm bored with you tonight, Perry. Here father came and accused us and you let me make up the excuse. Don't you have any creative ability at all? You're a wimp under pressure… an absolute wimp!"
"Don't be mad, Abby!" he gasped, getting up to go after her. She let him catch her at the French doors, let him pull her into his arms. She kissed him a little, giving him only the tip of her pink tongue. "I did what you wanted, didn't I?" he breathed against her ear. He smelled strongly of pussy. Her pussy. But somehow she wasn't turned on by that fact. Instead, a vagrant thought flew into her mind. Something so wild that she had no idea where it'd come from. It was her brother's face smeared with her juices. For just an instant it was Howell standing there, his big arms surrounding her, his hands moving.
"Oh! Let me go, Perry. Why don't you go home now? I think I'll go upstairs."
"Abby, for God sake!" He pulled her close. "My balls are hurting. You've got me so excited."
"Oh… you men!" She pulled his fly open and plunged her long fingers inside. She searched under the elastic of his jockey shorts until she found the rigid shaft of his cock. It felt damp and very, very hot. She began to squeeze the spongy tip and massage the skin up and down.
"Abby… Jesus! Ohhh Jesus Christ!"
"You tell me before you come, damn it, last time I got it all over my best sweater."
"Don't stop, Abby. Ohhh God, God damn!"
Abby could feel the blood rushing to his balls and cocktip. His shaft was throbbing how, pounding forcefully against her palm as she jacked him. She felt his belly go hard, watched his eyes roll in his head. He choked on a breath and fell back against the side of the small porch. The top of his slacks came unbuttoned and fell halfway down his thighs. Abby didn't let on how much the sight of his prick and balls affected her. She could see the heavy orbs swinging back and forth as she worked the skin of his tumid cock. She found herself staring at the tiny slitted opening at the tip of the head. She'd never been that interested in the mechanics of sex before but suddenly she was very curious about exactly what it looked like when a male came. And this male who was panting and leaning against the side of the house was about to do that very thing.
"Abby… a Abby… Abbeeee!" he rasped, hands going to her shoulders as his eyes rolled shut. The first appearance of seed was only a bubble. It was followed by a rivulet of foamy white and then came the big surge. A thick streak of jizz leaped into the air and splattered loudly on the bricks of the patio. Perry's face looked torn between absolute pleasure and excruciating pain. Maybe because at the first leap of seed, Abby had become so interested in the way his prick was pumping that she'd stopped working the skin up and down the shaft. She started the rhythmic milking again and another flood of hot curds rolled thickly from the little opening. They dribbled down over her knuckles, down into the curls around Perry's balls until at last the drops splattered down to join the growing puddle between his feet.
"Yuckk," she whispered, seeing the sticky, slimy strings of her date's cum hanging between her fingers. She wiped them against his shirt and shuddered a little, her fascination quickly gone. How did all that snotty-looking stuff make a baby, she wondered. And yet even with the aversion she felt for its consistency, something about its slickness, its aroma, made an unexpected thrill tremble through her.
"I've really got to go, Perry. Goodbye."
"Abby, wait…"
But she left him buttoning up, zipping up and muttering. She padded down the hall barefoot, reminding herself to retrieve her sandals before tomorrow's sun had a chance to get to them. At the turn of the hall she saw her father talking to Jim, the estate's handyman and chauffeur. Something about picking up Vicky. Abby tried to slip by but Carl saw her and smiled, pulling her over.
"Wouldn't you like to go with Jim to pick up Vicky? It would be a shame if someone of the family wasn't along, don't you think?"
"Oh Daddy, do I have to? Perry gave me a terrible headache and I was on my way upstairs." Carl shook his head.
"I hope that's all he gave you," he said, lifting his eyebrow twice. That usually meant he was about to laugh. Abby blushed in spite of her resolve never to be embarrassed about anything. Then she realized that her father had smelled the sharp aroma of Perry's semen on her hands. She hid them behind her and hurried upstairs on the run.