Before the next week was over Mona had had it with Merle. They'd fought over nothing really, but each of them had gone for the other's throat without hesitation. Mona knew that a lot of it had to do with her brother. She had been half out of her mind since that night he'd forced his affections on her. She'd grown edgy and morose. She stayed well out of his way and when a conversation seemed inevitable, she was civil and just that.
Robby seemed hurt. But she couldn't risk anything like that happening again. Her body still tingled from their contact. She could feel his fingers on her, his mouth. It got harder and harder for her to fall asleep at night. And of course Merle was forced to put up with her foul moods. Until he wouldn't any more.
So when she answered the door on Wednesday and saw her ex-husband standing there with a bouquet of flowers and a smile, she broke into tears.
"Roger, how could you? I told you I never wanted to see you again. Ever!" She was nearly screaming at him. But Roger smiled on.
"You're looking good, Mona. Can I come in for a little while?"
She took the flowers and jammed them angrily in a vase, not even bothering to put any water in. When she came back to the front room, Roger was looking at a picture of Sheri.
"I hardly remember her at all," he said, shaking his head.
"What do you want?" she said, afraid to sit down. Roger was as handsome as ever and probably twice as clever. He'd always been able to talk circles around her before.
"I've done all right for myself," he said quickly. "That Lincoln out there on the curb is only a little bit of it. I wanted to share some of my good luck with you and Sheri. I'm not asking for anything more. I know how you feel and don't blame you. But let me give you some money. I intend to make up for all those alimony payments I didn't make."
"You bastard!" Mona gritted her teeth. "If I'd had my way you'd still be in jail."
"But the judge couldn't find me, could he," Roger laughed. He pulled out a checkbook and a gold pen.
"I don't want anything from you." But Mona was looking greedily at the checkbook. As usual she was months behind on all the bills. And she'd already refinanced the station wagon twice.
"You don't have to like me to take this," he drawled. He always affected his Oklahoma accent when he was confident. She watched him finish scribbling. He tore off the check and put it in the middle of the coffee table. Mona wanted to tear it up and fling it in his face. But she didn't. She was thinking of those red letter bills from the gas company. Winter was coming too and Sheri needed some new clothes.
"I want to see Sheri," Roger said finally, "I want to see my daughter."
"Like hell!"
"Aw come on Mona. You shouldn't mind that."
"I don't want her knowing who you are. Do you hear me? You can see her once. That's all. I'll introduce you as… as a friend of my ex-husband."
"Nice twist," he smiled. "Won't she recognize me?"
"She's never seen a photograph. I threw them all away." Mona glared at him. Roger whistled softly.
"Okay. Glad to know where I stand." He got up. "Roger come back later." Mona watched the white car turn the corner of the block before she went to the table to pick up the check. It was made out in her name for twenty-five hundred dollars. She sat down heavily on the sofa and began to cry. She had to have a drink. She got a fresh bottle of scotch from the cabinet and broke the seal. She made a good stiff one and dropped in some ice. After a few minutes, the warm rush had enveloped her body. She felt silly now for having cried. She looked at the check again. It was the answer to a lot of problems. A whole lot. She finished her drink and made another. She knew she should go back to work, but the booze was making her giddy and carefree. She could call and tell her boss she had a headache. What the hell. She took another drink of scotch and made the call.
As she sat back down and looked at the big check again, her mind began to turn. She could get even more money from Roger. She could use Sheri to do it. She could make Roger pay for seeing his daughter. And he'd still have to promise to keep his true identity a secret. She laughed out loud over the plot she was hatching. She felt a little evil for having thought something like that. But it was an evil world sometimes. The front door slammed.
Robby came in from his morning classes. He put his books down in a chair and looked at her. "Having a party?"
"Sure. Have a drink with me." Mona felt full of good cheer. She folded the check and put in into the drawer. Robby sat down gingerly as if he was afraid he might jar her out of her happy mood. Amused, Mona fixed Robby a scotch on the rocks and watched him sniff it.
"I really don't drink much hard stuff," he started.
"Oh go on and try it." She finished her drink in a gulp and went for the bottle, almost knocking it over. Robby steadied it, then poured a little in her glass.
"Don't you think you've had enough?"
"Nope," Mona hiccuped. Robby looked at her curiously. Then he went to the front door. She watched him close and lock it. He pulled the curtains on the front window.
"What's my dear brother doing?" she slurred, getting up and plopping heavily down again. She felt wonderful. She felt like laughing.
"Mona… about the other night…"
"You better not think about that," she giggled. "Naughty, naughty." Robby sat down beside her and put an arm around her shoulder. She felt him petting her with a hand, hugging her, whispering to her. What was he whispering? She was too drunk to get the words straight.
"Mona… I have to talk to you."
She felt tears well in her eyes. She knew what he was going to do. He was going to try and get her into bed again. Like the other night. She grabbed her glass of scotch and Robby made her put it down.
"Why don't you leave me alone?" she sobbed, "you… pervert!"
"You're drunk." His hand had slipped down to her belly. He was trying to caress the heavy curve of her breast. She tried to make him stop. Sharp thrills made her feel breathless. "You don't remember," he went on, "when we were kids. You don't remember what we used to do…"
"What are you talking about?" She grabbed his wrist but the other hand went to work on her then, slipping under her dress. Her own brother! She fought against the pleasure that tingled over the surface of her thighs. But Robby's warm fingers were so gentle. He smoothed his way upwards until she knew he was only a touch away from her taut panty crotch. She couldn't feel him touch her yet, but the anticipation almost made sparks leap out from her cunt.
"You used to lick me," Robby said. Surely she hadn't heard right. He couldn't be talking like that. Old memories swirled in her head. An image of that very thing flashed into her consciousness for a moment, then disappeared.
"Noooooo!" Slip twisted in his arms.
"I don't want to hear it!"
Robby's mouth wet her earlobe. His hand pressed upwards between her thighs and a devastating wave of pleasure made Mona shudder. He moved his hand again. She felt a finger gouge under the lacy edge of her panties. She felt the silk being pried away from her feverish mound. It made a sticky sound. Her head flopped weakly against the sofa. Robby's tongue fucked at the corners of her mouth.
"Noooo… don't Robby! Leave me…"
"I want you bad, Mona! I want to do the things I wasn't ever able to do before. When I was a kid."
"Robby… God in heaven!"
"You're so hot inside… so deep and soft!"
"Jesus… Robbeeee!" She felt his finger sliding down her slit, easing up into her body. She tried to squirm away from him, but her slightest movements only increased the tension that was building inside her. The finger penetrated as far as her brother could reach. It was his middle finger, she realized. The long finger.
"Don't you remember when you used to give me enemas?" he whispered. "It would get me excited and then you'd…"
"Shut up! You shut up!" The finger worked in circles inside her. Her butter was really flowing now, wetting her panties, wetting her brother's hand. His mouth closed down on hers and he sucked her tongue hungrily between his teeth. She tried to push him back but she was weak as a kitten. He was unbuttoning her blouse with his free hand. She felt him peeling a bra cup off of one big tit. She was trembling suddenly a she watched the large softness bounce free. Robby's mouth opened.
"Nooooo." But it was too late. His teeth nibbled at the white breast. His tongue flicked furiously over her dark nipple. It was a big nipple. Something a baby could really get his teeth into. And Robby was her baby. She remembered the game more now, the games she'd played with him. She'd made him suck her adolescent breasts when he'd been just a young boy. She'd pretended he was her baby. But the breasts sucking had always made her hotter than a pistol. It had led to other things.
"Robby… I'm dizzy… I'm losing my mind…"
"Ohhhhhhh Mona… Mona…" His mouth sucked noisily. She looked weakly down to see the nipple slip from his lips for a moment. It looked all shiny and tumid and hot. Robby's tongue lashed out and pulled the nubbin back between his teeth. Mona arched her back and drove the upper part of her body against his sucking. It felt lovely.
But Robby's other hand was doing bad things. Bad, bad things. Her panties were being slipped down over her ass. She writhed her body but it only made it that much easier for Robby to them down. He got her foot out of one leg hole. He was pushing her down on the sofa. She heard the clink of his belt buckle coming loose.
"Robby… God… no! You can't do this. Right here in the front room! You can't do this!"
"Mona… Ohhh, I want to put my cock in you so bad!"
"Robby!" She screamed, beating her fists against his chest. But he forced her legs apart and wiggled down between them. She felt the weight of him, the strength of him. He had her wedged against the sofa cushions, pinning her wrists. He kissed her neck in a way that made her tremble all over. Then something hard was being pressed against the inside of her thigh. It was so hot! It was the head of her brother's cock!
"Ghaaaaaa…!"
"Hold still, Mona… damn it… I'm going to put it in you, I don't care what…"
"Uhhnnn… Mmmnnnoooo… Uhhh!"
She felt the hot, bulging knob press against her mound now. Her juices wet it. She sucked in huge lungfuls of air and panted them out as she twisted and struggled under Robby's weight. He pulled her hair, forcing her head back. Then he was licking her neck again, biting, sucking, doing horrible things. Her other breast was free from her halter too. He began to eat at it with loud sucking sounds. She tried to kick the backs of his legs with her heels. His cocktip was pressing between her outer lips now. She writhed furiously.
"Robbeeee…!"
"It's too late, Mona. I need you. I have to have you!" He forced a hand between the plump halves of her ass. The sudden and unexpected pressure against her asshole made her freeze for a moment. And that was when her brother lunged powerfully. She opened her mouth to scream but only a babbling grunt came out.
His tender cock had penetrated her to the hilt! She felt him give one more jab to make sure. She felt the pressure against the opening of her womb.
"What did you do to me? Robbeeee… Ohhh, it's horrible!"
"You liked it the other night."
"Ohhhhhh…"
He began to fuck her with slow, gentle movements. Mona bit her lip against the subtle friction that she felt between her pussy lips. In and out, in and out. That damned male cock. She was always getting stabbed with cocks. Cocks that had no memory.
"I love you Mona, I love your pussy."
"Don't say that… don't… Uhhhh." She had begun to move her body, too. She couldn't help it. She humped her back down into the sofa cushions and rubbed her pussy back and forth against the steady, slow stab of her brother's prick. It set off shock waves of ecstasy. She shuddered in his arms. Her hands had been pushing at the fronts of his shoulders. Now they slipped slowly around his back and she found herself hugging his body against hers. Robby had bared his chest and the touch of his warmth against her naked tits was lovely. Her skirt had been tangled around her waist, her blows pushed back and her bra jerked down around her belly.
"Ohhh God," Robby gasped, kissing her shoulders, the nipples of her breasts, the soft cleavage. She hugged his head against her. She'd lost all control now. Her mature, full hips thrust and plunged under her brother's fucking. She let him ride her softness, stab deep into her softness. She threw her thighs wider and took him down into her. It felt heavenly! She didn't care anymore. The booze blurred everything except the pleasure that rushed through ever nerve of her body.
"Yesss!" she groaned, letting her own fingers stray down her brother's back. She spread them out around his muscled asscheeks, squeezing, fondling. She dug her nails in, urging him deeper. His cocktip was stretching the beginning of her womb. She lurched furiously to make it press harder.
"Fuck me… Ohhh God damn I don't care anymore! Ohhh Robby… fuck me!"
"Yeah Mona… Ohhh it's good, isn't it?" He bit her neck, then found her open mouth and kissed it in a gasping, sloppy way.
Robby still had his pants on but she didn't care. She panted greedily, petting and mauling the lovely hard cheeks of his ass. She worked a hand between his thighs and found his balls. Almost immediately Robby stiffened. A shiver ran through him.
"I don't… Mona… it's… it's."
"So slippery inside their sac," she babbled, fondling the two eggs with eager curiosity. She hadn't really had much experience with men. But now she remembered more vividly the games she and her brother had played as kids.
"Mona… I can't hold back with you doing that!"
"Ohhh… fuck me faster, Robby! Do it hard." She felt the tension build between his legs. She felt the jerking, pulsing up inside his body and traced it with her fingertips as it throbbed through the little tube along the underside of his prick.
"Mona… Jesus Christ!" Robby lurched. He drove his cock in and out of her with vicious hunger. Mona felt the tickle around her clit grow. It grew into an amber ball of light that put pleasure in all directions. She worked his balls, tangling her fingers in the soft, wrinkled sac.
Robby's back stiffened and he drove very deep into her body and held himself there. Then he drew his cock almost out of her body. Mona dipped a finger inside her, caressed the juice drenched barb of his prick. A flood of cream boiled out and Robby thrust himself deep again. He fucked in a panic. The sucking noise of their parts sliding together was an exotic song to Mona. She groaned loudly as she felt a tickle break from the enter of her being. The tickle became an insatiable itch of pleasure. And then she came with a sob, clutching, biting, kicking.
"Ohhh come… come inside me… come all over me!" And her words excited her to more violent movements. Even though her climax was till burning wonderful rays of pleasure into her body, Mona jerked her clasping pussy away from her brother's prick and grabbed it with her juice-covered fingers. She writhed her body down so that her big breasts flopped on each side of the slender shaft. Then she pumped it between them, licked at it with her tongue and jacked it with both hands. Another fountain of hot seed leaped upwards and she managed to get most of it into her mouth.
"Mona… for Christ sake… God, God!" Robby pumped his hips wildly, the heat of her cunt gone from around him. But she was going to take it good. She popped her pursed lips down over the taut-skinned barb, before she even had time to think. Her tongue suckled powerfully against the underside, nursing strings of jizz into her throat.
Robby felt what was happening and forced his body into the right position. His cock bumped her teeth, gouged the roof of her mouth as it exploded with hot cum.
Mona had the shaft firmly in her grasp now. She clutched it like a lollipop and lapped at the dark purple knob that kept pouring out its potent froth.
"Mona… got… to… fuck… you… some… more," Robby gasped. He jerked himself free from her hands and pushed her legs up high. Then he forced her knees against her breasts and flopped the slimy head of his cock into her crevice. She was so covered with her slick juices, so smeared with her brother's cum, that he went in easily to the hilt.
The sudden feeling of being filled again made her buck her ass. Another itch built quickly in the depths of her body. Her delicate petals were nicked around the spearing cockshaft as it searched in her heat.
"Ghhhhuuuuuuuu!" She came with a raging convulsion of pleasure she'd never, ever been fucked so good! She scissored her legs around her brother and wished she could take all of him up into her. She closed her eyes tight, panting, babbling love words. The sorrows and tension of the past few weeks had gone. And as they left her she felt a huge drowsiness, a complete relaxation. Though Robby was still fucking her with slow, gentle stabs, she slipped away. Her consciousness threaded out to nothing and she slept.