"But it's all right, darling," Vicky cooed, holding Kevin against her.
"I w-w-was so excited, it just went off!"
"Don't you see! If it hadn't happened like this, we'd never have known about that rubber." Vicky was lying on her side, facing her young lover. His cock was still frothing a little, the thick curds oozing from the slit in the tip of the condom. There were bright smears of jizz across her belly and thighs. She dipped a finger into one shining droplet and put it under her nose. "I can't believe they'd sell something with a hole that big. I know they test these things." She put a hand to Kevin's rigid cock. It surged and another dribble of steamy cum plopped into her palm. Vicky smeared the stuff against his thigh and frowned. "Why would it break right there? Right where it matters most. It's just all too convenient to be an accident." She picked up the foil wrapper where Kevin had flung it in his haste.
"Look Kevin! Oh God, somebody did play a little trick on us!" The package was torn all right, where Kevin had ripped the corner off. But along one edge someone had slit it before Kevin had ever picked it up. The nape of her neck felt shivery and cold. Kevin still didn't comprehend completely. It was probably the first time he'd ever seen a rubber anyway.
"Your cum is supposed to stay inside," she said, tapping the slitted tip that was shaped to be a kind of reservoir. Kevin nodded, looked into her eyes.
"God, I still want to. But it always does that after I shoot. It always g-g-gets soft."
"There's nothing wrong with you, darling. It's supposed to do that." She kissed his pouting lower lip. "What if I promised to come back tomorrow?" she said, leaning close to his mouth.
"But I want to tonight… right n-n-now."
"We can't without another one of these," Vicky told him, stripping the ruined rubber from his cock. She held it up and watched the stringy jizz leak onto the rug. "Boy, if any of that stuff had gotten in my little old twat I'd be big as a barn by next February."
"Yuh-yuh-yuh would?" Kevin asked. Vicky kissed his nose.
"You dummy, you don't know anything about the birds and the bees, do you?"
"But I know about us," he grinned. "Please, can't w-w-we play some more?"
Vicky smiled at the handsome boy. Though he was older, she felt more mature in some ways. But it was hard to resist the idea of having him close to her that night, if just to make out with a little. And she was sure she could get her hot little cunt eaten out good again. Kevin seemed to really go for that.
"Okay, you come up to my room in the big house." She looked at her watch. "Let's say about eight-thirty… okay?"
"You b-b-bet," Kevin grinned, hugging her hard. His affection thrilled her. She really did like this strange kid and now that he'd learned to talk it was even better. She could hardly wait to ride her motorcycle into town tomorrow and pick up some more rubbers. It was going to be a summer of screwing as far as she was concerned. There was no doubt that Kevin felt likewise.
"I'll see you in a few hours then," she breathed, brushing her lips against his. He kissed her belly as she wiggled into her cut-offs. She pushed him away playfully and found the T-shirt she'd flung off just before they'd been about to go at it.
"Shall I throw this a-a-away?" he asked, holding up the ruined rubber. "I wouldn't w-w-want Mona to see it."
"Mona!" Vicky said. "That's right, she does come down about this time every evening, doesn't she?" Kevin looked uncomfortable.
"I pretend I still can't t-t-talk," he said. "She…" Vicky watched the boy's face redden.
"You don't have to say another word," Vicky said, folding the rubber carefully and wrapping it in Kevin's handkerchief. "I've known Mona longer than you have. And I guess I should've known that she couldn't leave a beauty like you alone." Kevin blushed violently and looked down at his bare feet.
"Hey," she laughed, "I don't mind if you made it with her. You like me better, don't you?" Her cousin's face brightened.
"You b-b-bet," he blurted. Vicky gave his cock a little pull and winked.
"See you later."
Vicky found the hammer and tacks in the kitchen drawer and went upstairs to Mona's door. She tacked the cut rubber to her aunt's door, a last dribble of jizz streaking down the painted surface and making a dark spot on the carpet. She had no idea where Mona was but she was sure to discover this whenever she came home. That would serve her right for fooling with someone so innocent as poor Kevin. It made Vicky angry to think about it. Especially when she could have ended up on the wrong end of the game. That Mona could bring herself to do something so… so awful. But Vicky had suspected a mean streak in her aunt before. And jealousy had opened the cage for something like this. No one else had a motive for getting her pregnant. For all Vicky knew her aunt had watched her and Kevin playing love games on the rug. She'd flipped out and gone in the front door, while they'd been tangled and panting. It had taken only a second to find the rubber and damage it.
Vicky looked at the cum streaking down Mona's door. Now her aunt would know that Vicky was wise. She went to her room then, showered and dressed in a filmy little gown and matching panties. The panties were nothing more than strings with silk attached, even skimpier than her almost non-existent bikini. And the flowing folds of the short gown were so thin that you could see the outline of her body through it, and the tiny white patch that covered her blond-downed pubes.
It was then when she started wishing that she had another rubber. Sucking Kevin would be fun and getting eaten out would be lovely, but wouldn't it be absolutely grand to have that raw, stiff cock sliding up into her tight pussy. She sucked in a breath and licked her lips. Where in the world would she find a rubber this late in the game? And then she knew. Howell! Of course he'd have something like that stashed in his drawer. She could sneak into his room and filch one easy. Howell was always downstairs at the bar boozing it up. He probably wouldn't even miss it.
She tapped at his door first, then pushed it open. The bed was a mess and there were dirty clothes piled in the corner. A guitar with a busted string leaned against one wall and there were empty beer cans littered around. She uncapped a half-full bottle of bourbon on the dresser and smelled.
"Wow! Strong!" But she felt daring tonight. She tipped the bottle up and took a swallow. It went down like molten lead but she bravely swallowed again and recapped the bottle. The booze gave her an immediate buzz. She felt warm and easy-flowing. It wasn't bad at all – except for the taste.
The first drawer she opened was stuffed full of eight by ten glossies of naked girls. All ages, all types. Some looked pretty whorish while others looked as innocent as a Sunday school teacher. A lot of the girls were posed with what looked like a collar. Made of silver so it seemed. With little straps of leather that went to silver bracelets. Though Vicky had never seen anything quite like that before, looking at the photos excited her unexplainably. She closed that drawer and opened another. There she found the found the rubbers. But she found something else too. The silver neck band and the bracelets to go with it.
She was about to take the box of rubbers and get out but couldn't quite seem to close the drawer. Finally she gave in to temptation and picked up the silver collar. It was finely made and engraved with tiny erotic scenes. Brother Howell had probably picked it up in some weird shop in the city. She opened it at the hinge and touched the velvet-lined inside. How many women had worn this thing? It smelled faintly of perfume and something else. Maybe just plain old excitement.
Vicky wasn't sure what made her go to the mirror and place the silver circle around her neck. She closed the latch but didn't let it click. She just wanted to see how it looked. Her hand was trembling. The latch made a little snapping sound and a stab of terror went through her.
"Oh shit, why did I do that?" She tugged at the thing but it wasn't going to give. Then she saw the tiny keyhole almost hidden by a clever engraving. She rummaged in her brother's drawer, looking for the key. The little bracelets that were attached to the collar dangled down over her breasts, exciting her in a strange way. She didn't hear her brother come into the room. She just heard the door close and the key turn in the lock.
"Well, little sister, what in hell are you up to?" Howell swayed towards her. She could tell that he was drunk out of his mind. "Come on, don't just go halfway, let's put these on too."
She was pulled against him as he forced one of the bracelets around her wrist and snapped it shut. It didn't take him but a second to close the other one too. She gave a whimper and tried to twist free but he pushed her up against the wall. There was another click and she found that her head was held tightly against the wall Howell must've installed a little iron loop and now he'd hooked the neck collar to it. Now she was really scared.
"And here I've been on the make for Abby," he laughed, stepping back to look at her. "Didn't know my littlest sister was a nympho with a few kinks of her own." He breathed liquor into her face. She put a hand up to push him back but he grabbed it, pulled the leather straps down so that she couldn't lift her hands. Then he wound the thongs between her thighs and up the wall behind her. It tied them to the same loop in the wall that held the collar. When he kissed her mouth, Vicky instinctively pulled her hands up to stop him. The thongs, already greasy from past use, pulled across her clit and the inner lining of her slit. She gasped as the pleasure trembled through her, Howell's tongue flicking between her teeth.
"Let me just pull that little pantycrotch out of the way," he breathed, letting the thong come into direct contact with her dainty parts. She gasped again as she forgot and tried once more to lift her hands.
"Howell, what are you going to do?"
"Well little sister, I'm going to fuck you. Yeah, that's what I'm gonna do."
Vicky watched her brother finish undressing. Then he was standing in front of her, rubbing his thick hot cock under the hem of her shorty nightgown. Those thongs were taut through the dripping heat of her slit. She tried to keep from moving, but even the slightest twitch made the rubbing start again. And the underside of Howell's cock was so velvety against her belly. She looked at his dark eyes and messed-up hair. He was really kind of crazy. She could see a strange glimmer in his eyes.
"Everybody starts getting moral around here when the time comes to hide the weeny!" He started laughing like a crazy man. "Yeah!" he yelled, grabbing her chin to make her look at him. "I'm gonna hide my big ole weeny right up inside…"
"Noooo!"
"Oh yes, Vicky baby. You been tossing that pubescent pussy of yours around here like you don't quite know what to do with it." He pushed a finger between the two thongs to make a space for the head of his cock. Vicky writhed as much as the neck loop would let her, but she could feel the hot, spongy tip between the two strips of leather now. Howell gave a short jab with his hips and her insides bloomed around his stiffness.
"Nhhhhuuuhhh… Ohhhhh God!"
"You wouldn't want Abby to be the only one getting some good dicking, would you?"
"You… you fucked Abby?"
"You bet your pretty ass." He kissed her neck. "But really it was only a teaser. She was going to get the rest tonight… then I found you in here playing with my toys." He held her face roughly and tongued her teeth and lips. "You like weird toys, don't you? You saw these little trinkets and couldn't keep your hands off them." He touched a bracelet, "… or out of them."
"Howell, you're hurting me!"
"No, I'm not hurting you. I know that look." He jerked up her gown so that he could get his mouth around one of her small breasts. Vicky spasmed and banged her head against the wall as his tongue fluttered across the pink nipple, bringing it up out of its soft areola. When he took his mouth away, her tit was red and swollen and glossy with his spit.
"See, I know you've been letting Kevin dick you." He exposed the other breast and began to tease it with the tip of his tongue.
"Don't do that," Vicky gasped, squirming, trying to pull her hands up. The thongs tightened on either side of her brother's cock shaft, rubbed her clit. Howell grunted with the pleasure of having his shaft squeezed and rammed deeper. Vicky's bare feet lifted from the floor and she drummed her heels against the wall as her brother rooted with his bulging tip. She felt herself being stretched in the deepest places of her pussy. Kevin hadn't plunged so deep with his own slender cock. Her eyes bugged out as she realized that organs in her body were having to rearrange themselves to make room for the fucking she was getting.
"I don't believe this… the way you've got me hung on this damned wall!" Her head flopped and a braid fell over one breast. Her brother seemed to be growing more excited with every passing second. His hands searched up and down her willowy body as he lifted her toes from the carpet with each lunge. His cock made a slurpy sound and went into the hilt. Vicky wiggled wildly, head banging the wall, elbows bumping it too. She felt skewered, nailed securely on her brother's rigid prick.
She didn't want to let him know that she was so close to coming. The wild thrills had surprised even her. Maybe the tight little neck ring and those damned thongs rubbing her clit as they squeezed her brother's cock were doing it. But she could feel the familiar tremors, the excited itch.
"Howell," she gasped, "Oh don't Howell… don't, don't, don't!"
"You really want me to stop?" he moaned, easing his cock back slowly until only the flared tip hung between the leather thongs. Vicky could feel the muscles at the beginning of her pussy opening and closing as if trying to suck the slick, hot morsel back inside. She rocked her boyish hips, gasping weakly against her brother's chest.
"Huhhh… Ohhhmmmmm… Howell!"
"Well? Do you want me to stop or do you want more cock?"
"Uhhhhhh… Ohhh more… more!"
"More what?" he said, torturing her with light rubs in and out. Her pussy was contracting tightly inside around nothing. She felt empty all of a sudden. She jerked her hands and the thongs rubbed her and rubbed the underside of Howell's barb.
"Ohhh… more cock! Give me, give me… give me now!"
Vicky let out a trembly little gasp of thankfulness as that thick meat speared deep into her writhing body.
Abby stood before her mirror smiling broadly. She wore nothing but a small pair of riding spurs. It'd been nice of her friend Beth to loan them. They were polished metal and fit her naked heel snugly with the ankle strap pulled to the last hole. They weren't really sharp, the rowels being inch-long protuberances of steel, rounded on the tips so as not to injure the horse. Or man, Abby thought, feeling her cunt moisten with the naughty thought. She was feeling a little brutal tonight. After the way her brother had treated her in the hall. After writing such a crude note to her. Yes, she'd recognized her own lust. But Howell acted as if she belonged to him, tit and pussy, body and soul. He'd probably seen how bored she was with Perry. And it was true. When her brother had slipped his hot, hard cock into her body in the hall, she'd gone to pieces. It had felt wonderful. But she wanted to have a little control in the matter now.
She clinked the spurs together and strode proudly across the room, her big breasts bouncing on her narrow chest. Yes, she'd show Howell tonight. When he came, she'd show him how to ride all right.
Abby turned off the lights and slipped into bed. It was going to be a dark night with the moon not risen yet. She lay there listening to the night sounds grow louder, waiting for the steps outside her door. And finally, her incestuous brother eased the door open and slipped inside. But in the faint glimmer of illumination from the hall light, she thought she'd glimpsed a form too slender, too blond to be her brother. Or was she mistaken?
"Hey Vicky?" a young voice whispered, "I'm h-h-here."
Abby's mind did cartwheels for a second or two. And then she knew who it was, she almost laughed out loud. But as she thought of her situation, she felt a tingling excitement even more feverish than she'd experienced waiting for Howell. It dawned on her that her cousin Kevin had made his mistake in good faith. So would it matter if she stepped in for her younger sister just this once? The idea was extremely titillating.
"Here darling," she whispered, trying to disguise her words to sound like she thought Vicky might speak. Kevin stumbled forward in the dark. She was in shadows so he couldn't see her yet.
"Vicky? Is that you?" He put out a hand. Abby took it and pulled him down on top of her body. The young boy squirmed as if he wasn't quite sure. She could sense his youthful shyness, his unpolished way of acting. And this excited Abby all the more.
"Hey," she said huskily, "I thought you couldn't talk."
"You're not Vicky!" he gasped. But she had her arms tightly around him now, had wrapped her legs up around his. She let him feel the cool steel of her spurs.
"Does it matter? Wouldn't you like to kiss one of these?" She pushed one big breast up towards his face. Kevin gave an excited gasp and stared at the soft, white flesh, the darker circle that bordered her even darker nipple. Abby dragged one spur slowly up the back of his thigh. "Go ahead, you pretty boy. Suck on it!"
"I… was supposed to m-m-meet Vicky."
"Vicky will never know." She put her fingers into his blond hair and scratched the nape of his neck. His cock, which had grown limp against her belly, stiffened suddenly. She pulled his mouth down over her nipple, felt him pull the engorged nubbin between his teeth.
"Ohhh shit… Ohhhh yesssss!" She writhed her belly against his hardness, teasing the spurs up and down the backs of his legs now. Kevin was breathing hard through his nostrils. He began to fondle her tits with both hands as he licked them.
"They're really b-b-big!"
"Yes, bigger than Vicky's tits, aren't they?"
"Lots bigger."
"And softer too."
He went on suckling, "Mmmmmmmm!"
"Baby, you're so hot. Let me find you down here…" Her fingers searched between their bellies. She circled his cock and guided it down. She had her hips tilted sharply up, her thighs spread wide to make her pussy bloom. The slender head of her cousin's cock went into her softness without resistance. She bucked her hips once and the streamlined barb plunged four inches. A shudder went through Kevin's body. Abby made her powerful cunt tighten then, felt the pressure squeezing down on the lovely, white cock.
"You see, I'm just as tight as your hot little Vicky is!" she laughed, holding his prick firmly with her pussy as she let him feel the spurs more. "Come on, hump me a little. Don't you know how?" The boy moved his hips slightly but Abby could tell that he was still suffering from the shock of getting some strange pussy. She put her spurs against his ass cheeks and dug them in hard.
"Yaaahhhhh," Kevin grunted, spearing his prick to the hilt. When he drew his hips back again, Abby let him have the spurs harder. "Ghhhaaaa!" Again she was fucked deep by the slender cock. She held the spurs hard against his bottom, grinding her hips around in wild circles to stir the tip of her clit from its hiding place.
"Wwwooooo," she cooed, scratching his shoulders deeply with her nails. "This is the way I like to fuck… Ohhh God is it ever!"
"Abby… it hurts when you d-d-do that!" She let him have her spurs again, enjoying his grunts of pain mixed with pleasure. When he fucked deep, escaping from the jabs, she clenched down hard on his shaft again, concentrating with all her power. The slender male body jerked and writhed on top of her, his gasps wetting her neck where his lips brushed.
"You won't get anything so good from Vicky," Abby hissed. "She doesn't know her young little twat from…"
"Ohhh it's so t-t-tight!"
"Come on… deeper!" She let him have the spurs on the backs of his thighs. Kevin lurched, grabbing hold of her body as he plunged his cock as deep as he could possibly get it. She left the spurs against his flesh, keeping him deep as she fucked her curvy hips hard. The breath came from her mouth in gasping explosions as her clit was dragged and rubbed against her cousin's body.
Vicky bumped against the wall as she fled from her brother's bedroom. As soon as his balls had exploded, filling her with cum, he'd opened the bar bracelets and neck loop to let her go. But he didn't seem to care that she hadn't quite managed to find that final ecstatic peak herself. She'd begged him to at least fingerfuck her or eat her out. But he'd slumped drunkenly to the floor, his cock still oozing sap. Now she fled, heedless, blind with the carnal hunger locked between her loins. She felt like almost anything could set her off and yet when she plunged her own small fingers into her cummy slit, she couldn't quite make it happen.
"Bastard! The dirty bastard!" She still had on her filmy, short gown and the string panties that Howell had merely pushed to one side while stuffing her full of prick. But the silken crotchpiece was drenched with her own juices and her brother's cum. She felt very squishy and sexy between her swollen lips. She felt like she wanted something sliding up between them before she went insane.
She was running full tilt when her father stepped around the end of the hall and she crashed into him. He picked her up with a laugh and held her wriggling in his arms.
"Well, what's wrong with my little angel?" he asked, kissing her face. Only then did she realize that Carl was stark naked. Though she should've been shocked, Vicky found the warmth of his body exciting. She could feel his chest through the thin gown. Her nipples swelled against the rubbing as he gently cradled her ass in his hands.
"Ohhhh Daddy, Howell… he…" She gasped, too excited to spill the beans. Her father jostled her playfully.
"You smell like you've been learning about the birds and the bees. I thought I might get a chance to tell you what a girl has to do to protect herself first." He frowned. Vicky had her eyes closed. She knew it was crazy to get turned on by her own father, but his hands kept kneading the cheeks of her bottom. He was so gentle, the loving touch of a father and the understanding of a much older lover… at least that's what her mind kept spinning. Fantasies, she thought. Girls didn't do it with their own fathers, did they? But what was that thing that was pressing up against the underside of her mound. It was pushing the wet pantycrotch up between her lips. She wiggled, unable to resist the hot need she felt. She wiggled again and the pantycrotch slipped aside. Now she knew what was pressing her. It was the engorged head of her father's cock. It was sliding into her cummy, buttery hole.
"Daddeeeeee!"
"Vicky baby, I don't know myself what the hell's going on. I just grabbed you and I got this terrible erection." He started to put her down. In protest she wrapped her legs around his middle and scissored them tight.
"Nooo… don't put me down."
"Vicky, this is ridiculous. Much as I'll admit I've thought about it before. If Florence ever found out…"
"Florence won't," Vicky gasped, nuzzling her nose against Carl's neck. "Take me to your bedroom, Daddy! Ohhh do… do take me to bed with you. You'll be nice to me. Not like that awful Howell."
Carrying her against him, her father staggered into his bedroom and locked the door closed behind him. They fell across the bed and Vicky felt the pressure increase where the head of her daddy's cock was jabbing her.
"Baby doll," he grunted, kissing her mouth. His mustache tickled but she ground her open lips against him, rocking her slim hips hungrily. "I can't believe that we're going through with this. You're just so young and…"
"Not too young to fuck, Daddy!" she cried, pulling at his body with her hands, urging him to go ahead and give it to her. Carl groaned as if he were torn between heaven and earth. Then he moved his strong body and Vicky felt her slackened petals open to engulf the throbbing, stretched knob of his prick. It went in with a slurpy sliding sound and Vicky tucked her bottom up with a jerking motion to get him deep.
It was like a whole new thing, this larger than believable cock swelling and gouging inside her. It was even bigger than Howell's and he had been bigger than sweet Kevin's slender prick. Vicky felt like the blood-swollen thing was almost a part of her now as she jerked and rode it, her father rolling onto his back to let her have free rein.
She held her body up from his chest with both hands, lifting and lowering her tight pussy over his rigidness. The sucking sound of a very large cock penetrating a very tight pussy made her whimper with lust. And the excitement she felt was having an effect on her father. He petted her tanned and flat belly and watched her lovingly as she excited herself to a fever pitch.
"Vicky, you're really growing up," he mumbled, watching her ride him like a merry-go-round horse.
"Oh, isn't it wonderful! It feels like heaven with my insides all full!"
"God Vicky, ohhhh God!"
"What if you come? What if?"
"I don't give a damn to be quite truthful."
"Howell fucked me without a rubber. Are you going to punish him?" she babbled, biting her lip as she let the tip go all the way in.
Her father laughed.
"When was your period, you little idiot." His hands continued to caress her small tits and belly.
"It should start tomorrow if I'm on schedule."
"Then there's nothing to worry about. We can fuck all night if you want!"
"Oh wow!" she yelped, pressing her tits down against his chest and covering his face with kisses. "I didn't even know I could get excited about doing it with my own daddy. But when I felt you pushing up against my panties like that…"
"Oh baby, you're really born to fuck. Just like your old man."
"You fuck Mona too, don't you?"
"I guess it isn't much of a secret." He closed his eyes as her body quivered and squirmed. She had him to the hilt. He was pressing up against the opening of her womb. She wondered how that felt to him.
"You're so big and I'm so little!" she murmured, shivering with excitement as she dug her nails along his massive chest. Then she gave a little cry and felt her body tingle like it'd been hit with a mild bolt of lightning. She was going to come! Finally, after all that tortured sex play in Howell's room, she was going to make it!
"Daddeeee… Ohhhh do it to me hard… I'm about to flip out!"
Carl rolled her over on the bed. He was suddenly atop her, snorting like a wild bull. His glistening shaft slid in and out of her pussy like a wonderful piston made just for her personal pleasure. She wiggled her adolescent hips up and down and rocked them sharply to increase the friction against the sensitive head of his cock. Carl moaned and snorted again, holding her firm ass in his big hands as he jabbed and fucked and plunged. The cum left by her brother squirted out around the tightened edges of her hole. For an instant she went rigid as the waves of fantastic pleasure jolted through her. Then she began to squirm like a speared rabbit, biting her father's shoulders, hugging him down onto her until she could barely breathe. He shuddered too. She felt something warm pour and jet inside her pussy. The warmth spread until it squirted out under pressure from under the petals that clung to the slackened, stiff meat.
"Uhhhhnnn," he groaned, shuddering like a stallion who'd plugged a tiny marelet. His cock went deep, filling the crevices of her body with the rich, hot seed. Vicky let her father kiss her, let his tongue slip over her own. She sucked it, nibbled it with her sharp teeth while his hips kept rolling and plunging. Her thighs were spread like the wings of a strange bird. She had given her daddy everything she had and he'd taken it too. She gave another whimpering sigh as her pussy spasmed with one last throb of pleasure. And then the light in the bedroom filled everything.
"What in almighty hell…!"
Vicky and her father stopped fucking and turned their heads. It took a second before Vicky even knew who the lady in the doorway was. And then it seemed so ridiculous. She hadn't even recognized her own mother. Florence! Her hair was mussed with sleep and her eyes baggy. She'd been in bed for weeks and picked this time to emerge from her chaste, forgotten bedroom. And Vicky didn't even try to disengage herself from her father's body. She started laughing instead. Not laughing to ridicule Florence, or to pretend she herself was batty. It was a laugh at the whole insane cosmic swirl. And then the door slammed and Carl and she were left there on the bed with their nakedness and the fading fever of the moment.