When Merle pulled up to the curb, Mona reached for the door before he had turned the engine off. Someone, had left her porch light on and the glow through the evergreens by the walk seemed to make her all the more eager to end the date.
"Hey, you're going to invite me in, aren't you?" Merle said, taking her wrist.
"Merle darling, it's been a wonderful night." She leaned over to kiss him on the mouth. His lips were hungry, eager. She let him nibble on her neck for a few moments and then pushed herself away. They looked at each other intently in the dim light.
"Baby…"
"I'd love to. You know I would." Her voice trembled. When Merle wanted her, she always got like that. It was at such times when she sensed what a man really was. A powerful, carnal animal with a great hard thing that pew from between his legs. This image always excited her tremendously.
"If you'd love to, well, why don't we…"
"Merle. I told you why we couldn't tonight."
"Your brother. I know." He let out a breath and leaned back in the seat. The clock on the dash ticked. Merle leaned towards her again. "Look Mona, the kid is twenty-one, isn't he? He knows a woman with your looks and intelligence is going to have a life of her own. You're not expected to be a saint."
"I'd feel funny about just bringing you in to my bed. Sheri has accepted you, she understands how it is. But I haven't seen Robby for years."
Merle slapped the steering wheel. "For Christ's sake, Mona, he's not your ex-husband or your son or anything. He's just your brother. Do you think he'd really care if you went to bed with me tonight?"
Mona pursed her lips. "Maybe it's not him. Maybe it's me; I'm just too discreet. I guess that's the only word to use."
"Discreet, or ashamed to be dating me."
"I didn't say that." Mona felt herself growing brittle.
"Maybe you're ashamed because we go to bed and make it. You're shamed to enjoy yourself."
"Mona, you're putting words in my mouth…" He smiled at her then. Mona felt the tension break.
"Honey, that's not the only thing I'd like to put in your mouth."
"Ohh Merle, honey… let's not fight." She hugged him. Yet the excitement was gone now. She wanted to end the date and get inside. Merle felt her tugging back towards the door.
"Mona, you're thirty-six years old. You have the right to take what you want from life. Brother or no brother…"
"Robby is so young… he might not understand."
"Twenty-one isn't that young. He's getting his share, don't you worry."
"You make it mound so…"
"Sexy," Merle growled and laughed. He worked a hand under her blouse. Mona looked wistfully at the porch light. She wanted to be up by it unlocking the door. Why? Was she really worried about what her younger brother might think of her? A cloud of confusing thoughts nomad to veil her mind. Merle was loosening her bra now. His fingers gingerly pinched the large brown nipple and, as it filled with blood, Mona sucked a sharp breath.
"Nooo!" She caught his wrist hard. Merle slumped back in his seat. She could tell he was mad. "Merle… I…" She saw the bulging swell at the crotch of his pants. There would be only one way to get rid of him without hurting his feelings further. She found his fly and unzipped it quickly.
"Mona, baby…!"
"Do you have something I can use? Something gooey?" Merle's disappointment was obvious when he understood what she meant. He'd been trying to talk her into giving him head for two months. Mona couldn't bring herself to do it. She had a knot in her thinking when it came to that. The thought made her gag. A man's cock! In her mouth! Not that she thought a man's cock was ugly or nasty. But there were some things a woman just didn't put in her mouth. Mona couldn't understand why pictures of couples doing that very thing turned her on something awful. It was a contradiction she chose to ignore and she chose to ignore it now.
"Mona, I sure would did it if you'd…"
"No." She reached for the door handle again. "Do you have anything gooey or not?" She was irritated with him now. She wanted to get it over with and get inside. Robby might have noticed the car pulling up. He was probably wondering what they were doing out here.
"There's some hand lotion in the glove compartment," Merle said. "You left it last time, remember?"
Mona remembered. They'd come out of Merle's restaurant after dinner and drinks and he'd wanted to play. Mona didn't like carrying on in public, not even in the deep, dark back seat of Merle's Cadillac. So she'd agreed to give him a hand job.
She got the lotion out and squeezed a huge glop of it into her palm. She didn't care whether she got it on his clothes or not. To hell with him. All he wanted to do was jet his come all over the place. Her fascination with his maleness had quickly ebbed. Instead of her usual fascination for that hard, thick cock, she felt disgust. Merle had opened the front of his pants completely to give her room and to could see it.
As her fingers smoothed the white cream down over the hot and tumid head of Merle's cock, Mona felt her disgust weaken like smoke in the wind, it dissolved. Now she concentrated on the shape of his prick. The way the head bulged out like a mushroom. The way her palm and fingers slid easily over the veined, bumpy surface. The swollen tube along the bottom swelled as she began to jack him. And the lotion made a crackling, slick sound. Rhythmic. Sexy. Mona's panty crotch went suddenly damp. She closed her eyes and fought to control her breathing.
"That's it… Jesus… ohh wow!"
"Slow?" she asked, knowing he liked it slow, but wanting to hear him speak. His words of passion were so… so hungry sounding. She thought of the old movie where the man turned into a wolf. Merle sounded a little like a wolf now. His face was twisted in the agonized pleasure she'd seen so often. When his cock was inside her, he looked the same way. She thought of the feel of that long, hard thing penetrating her deeply and then being pulled slowly out. Her closed hand worked steadily as the lotion dribbled down her wrist, into Merle's pubic hair. His tight curls were as dark as the hair on his head. Merle. It meant blackbird, she thought. They made a nice couple, since her own hair was very dark too. Merle twisted his hips, flicking upwards from the car seat as the subtle, sliding friction began to get to him. Mona lightened her touch and went slower. She felt the power of holding a man's passion in the palm of her hand. The power excited her. She squirmed her hips on the seat and felt the damp lips of her pussy part slightly as the nylon slipped up.
"Mona… Ohhh… you got me, baby, you got me!"
In the dim light from the dash, Mona saw the head of Merle's cock. It looked dark, angry. The tiny slit at the top throbbed open slightly and she stopped her up-and-down movement to study him. Very gently she squeezed with her nails. She milked him, pressing with the finger closest to his balls, then pressing in each of her other fingers in order until she squeezed just under that flared crown. The nail of her index finger went into the spongy flesh. Merle's cry was choked off as he twisted violently in the seat.
That we when Mona saw a tiny droplet of milky fluid appear. The droplet was like a fortune teller's crystal. Inside it a swirl of thicker cream swirled. Merle's prick pounded against her squeezed fingers. And then a white string leaped into the air.
"Do it… God damn Mona… do it!" Mona massaged her lotion-drenched finger along the convulsing meat. More hot jizz flooded out, some jetting, some just frothing out in glops that leaked down her wrist to join the hand cream.
"Uhnnnnn…"
"Feel good, honey?"
"Mona… babydoll… ohhh fuck…" The hot sap was really flooding out now. Mona worked him gently, steadily, watching the way his cock jerked with a power all its own. Merle's balls hung loose and heavy in their sac. She thought of the billions of babies they would make. The danger of one of those tiny sperm getting loose in her pussy, swimming up into her womb made more juice soak the nylon crotch of her panties. But then she thought of Robby inside the house wondering where she was, what she was doing. She wiped her hand on the tail of Merle's shirt and reached for the door handle.
"I really have to go, darling," she said, patting his knee. He looked really messed up. His big cock was still hard. It leaned to one side a little, one last dribble of cum making a line down the shaft. His cockhair sparkled with shiny droplets.
"Mona…" But she was out of the car, hurrying up the walk. She got her key in finally and closed the door behind her. After a few moments she heard Merle start up and pull away. Then she flicked off the porch light and walked quietly to the front room. The room was empty. She felt let down, almost disappointed. Then the pecking of a typewriter came to her.
Robby would be in his room working on his studies, of course. She'd been silly to think he had time to hang around waiting for her to come home. Mona went upstairs to her daughter's room. Sheri had fallen asleep with the bed light on. Half her covers were kicked off the bed, the other half were tangled around one willowy leg. They grew up fast enough as it was, she thought, watching her daughter's face change as she dreamed. The dream made Sheri moan under her breath. She was on her belly, legs spread. When Mona saw Sheri pump her pert bottom up and down she didn't think anything about it. But the young girl didn't stop doing it. Her ass began to move rhythmically, began to grind down harder as she pressed her pajama-covered mound against the mattress.
Mona turned and quickly left the room. It was natural, after all. Everybody had dreams. Even sex dreams. The change happened, that was all there was to it. Yet she felt uneasy after having watched something so instinctive, so basic as her daughter's hunger of the night.
She hurried to her own room and stripped her clothes and got into the shower. She felt slightly soiled after having given Merle that hand job. When she'd showered and dried and slipped into a silky nightgown, she still felt too tense to go to bed. She found herself padding down the hall again, heading for her brother's room. The typewriter was still now but a light still came from under the door. She paused there, thinking of how nice it was that Robby had come to stay for a while. He'd been going to school upstate, studying geology. Then a favorite teacher had moved down to Harrisburg to teach and Robby had transferred, too. The geology department was much better here, Mona remembered him saying. It was she who had suggested that he take the empty room. He was fixing up the place in his spare time to pay Mona back for her hospitality. Though she hadn't asked for any recompense, she was glad Robby was so handy with tools. Without a man around, the place had gotten a little shabby at the edges.
Mona put her hand on the doorknob, then took it back again. Sometimes it was hard to forget that they'd been brother and sister in another life, another house. Now it wouldn't be proper to burst right in without knocking first. She knocked.
"Want some coffee?" she called.
"Mona? That you? Come on in."
Mona breezed into the room. She couldn't understand the lightness she felt, the tingle as her gown moved across her breasts. Robby was leaning back in his chair. He put down his book and pushed fingers through his thick, curly hair. His hair was brown, lighter in shade than hers. But he had her straight, graceful nose and full lips. Kissin' lips is what Robby had called hers. A flashing image of his lips on hers flicked through her thoughts. After an instant of shock, Mona regained her composure. Where had that little piece of erotica come from anyhow?
"Something wrong, sis?"
"Oh no… nothing. I just thought if you wanted coffee I…"
"Actually I'd rather have a beer. Coffee keeps me awake." He put the cover on his typewriter and stood up.
They went down the stain together, Robby slightly behind. Mona had the strangest feeling that he was trying to see through her gown. On the last step, he brushed against her. His arm pushed against the large softness of her breast. Mona pretended to ignore it, but her thoughts were troubling. It had been an accident, hadn't it? She felt odd. Maybe because she hadn't seen Robby during those first years of college. And he had changed so much since the days when she was eighteen and babysitting him. He'd been five then. Mona had been his regular sitter right up until his tenth birthday.
"Hey Mona, you okay?"
"Of course I'm okay. Let's have that beer."
Mona poured for both of them and thrown the empty bottles into the trash. She rarely drank anything alcoholic before going to bed but the occasion seemed to warrant it. She enjoyed her brother's company. They'd been friends while growing up. Not just because they shared the same parents either. They'd liked each other, gone to bat for each other in a pinch.
They drank the beer.
"You got any girlfriends?" Mona asked, feeling silly the minute the words were out of her mouth.
"Not at the moment," Robby smiled back.
"Seems like I don't have the time or the money." He smiled at her. Mona thought he looked suddenly younger. Like a kid again. Robby drank some beer. The kitchen seemed to be charged with some kind of excitement. Mona kept telling herself to relax. It was only her brother sitting there. And she was thirty-six… too old to let just one beer make her giddy.
"I don't think I really wanted this," she said, putting own her bottle. "Guess I'll go up to bed."
Mona was halfway through the darkened living room when Robby caught her from behind. His hands went around her waist, but it was a brotherly hug, nothing more.
"I just wanted to thank you for letting me move in for while," he said, kissing her cheek. "My studies can a lot to me right now. What I mean is… I'm gonna pay you back some."
"Rob you know I don't want anything! It's nice to have you here." Mona could hardly get her breath. She let her hands touch her brother's waist. He was slender, so strong. Her skin burned with an unexplained thrill. She hugged him close to her, felt her large breasts giving softly as their bodies pressed together. The lips of her pussy were feverish, damp. What was happening? What was going on.
"Ohhhh…" She separated from him. "I've got to go to bed… I'm bushed." For a moment their eyes met but it was too dark for her to see Robby's expression. Mona hurried through the house and up the stairs. She closed her bedroom door behind her and leaned against it, panting.
"My brother. My very own brother…!" She let a hand fall to her side and lifted up her gown. As she dragged a finger across the puffy, warm lips between her thighs the tingle burst through her like a field of ripe flowers. She closed her eyes and moaned softly. And before she realized, she was crying quietly as her finger searched her slippery crevice.
"What's happening to me? What in God's name is happening?" But she couldn't get Robby's face out of her thoughts. She tried to think of Merle. She tried to imagine his cock sliding in and out of her body. But her brother's body seemed to take over her mind. His hairless chest, tan from summer play, his flat tummy. Soft but firm. His fingers knew how nice it was to touch.
"Noooo! It's wrong!" She fell on her back on her bed. Both hands clawed her cunt lips open. The velvety petals inside smacked as she dug at them. Then her clit was throbbing hungrily against her touch as she bucked her back and dug her heels into the bed and grunted like a wild mare.
As she came, the full fury of her imaginings spilled through her. Robby was on his knees between her legs. His young and slender cock was glossy with her juices as he penetrated her soft insides again and again and again.
"It's just a screwy daydream," she gasped, flinging her head as if she might dislodge the intruding reverie. But the thought was too ravenously wonderful to get rid of now that she was convulsing with pleasure. She grabbed a pillow and hugged it against her belly as she plunged her ass in vicious circles.
"Robby…! Ohhhh Robby, ohhhh do it to me hard!"
And then she imagined Robby's cock jetting white cream into her belly. It didn't make a bit of sense. She hadn't seen Robby's prick since he was eight years old.