Gail woke early, looking around, locating herself and sitting up. She felt sleepy still, but rested. She put some weight on her feet and found she could hobble to the bedroom. The shock of seeing Lee on the floor and the empty glasses and bottle made her catch her breath. She retreated from the room hastily, shutting the door and retreating to the couch. She sat, trying to think of what to do. With an impulse, she thought of leaving the apartment, going away until he had left. Yet, where could she go? All her clothes were in the bedroom.
She sat, resigned, that strange sad look coming into her eyes again. With a deep sigh, she got to her feet and made her way to the kitchen where she started preparing breakfast. Both of her men would be hungry.
It was Lee who awoke first, rubbing his face then listening. Noises coming from the kitchen, small early morning cup-and-saucer noises. He got up noiselessly, put on his pants and crept to the kitchen. Gail was standing with her back to the door when he entered. He hadn't made a sound yet he saw her back stiffen. She felt him behind her. She turned slowly, looking at him with large grave eyes.
He took her in quickly. She had changed physically. Something different in her face. Maybe it was self-pity. Whatever it was, it was a sign to Lee. She still wasn't broken. She was still full of pretense, she was still a "good girl". She still wasn't what he called, "liberated". She still felt guilt and felt there was a "normal" way to behave in bed.
It was with a thin lipped grin that, he crossed the room in his bare feet, thinking: I'll take care of her.
He took her in his arms and kissed her on the mouth, running his tongue in and out as one hand closed over her buttocks. "Hiya, babe," he whispered, pulling his mouth away. "I'm back."
Gail was fighting him with all her strength, glancing over his shoulder toward the bedroom. "Lee!" she hissed, hitting his bare chest with her fists. "Rod is in there! Stop it!"
For an answer, Lee thrust his hips forward and rubbed his groin against hers. Under his pants, he was as naked as she was under her housecoat. "Been a long time, babe. I want to fuck that little million volt pussy of yours again."
"Stop that talk! You're insane!" she whispered fiercely, fighting to pull away but feeling her strength and resolution ebbing fast. She fought against a animal desire to throw open her housecoat and let him fuck her right on the kitchen floor with her husband, Rod, joining in. Let him watch her brother fucking her, let the two of them do anything they wanted to her! "Oh, Lee," she moaned, trying feebly to pull away. "Why did you have to come back?" she wailed, her voice rising slightly.
Lee let go of her, looked over his shoulder and walked to the table and slid on a chair. "How about some black coffee?" he asked in a cheery voice.
His luck or intuition held. Rod was up and coming out, yawning and stretching. "Well, he's here. Hey, what are you doing on your feet?" he asked, taking Gail in his arms and kissing her.
A lewd thrill ran through her. She felt her cunt moist and itching with desire between her thighs as she looked at Lee grinning at her with that wild look on his face. No matter what else she felt, it was exciting, being caressed by two different men one right after the other.
"Well, there he is. Does he look all right? Only thing wrong with him is a broom closet."
"What?" Gail asked and the two men laughed.
She was led back to the couch and, while they both made breakfast and kidded back and forth in the kitchen, she tried hard to compose herself and make light banter back. She learned that Lee had left school by popular request and her mind imagined what had happened in the closet and she insanely wished that it had been her, that they had thrown the door open and caught them fucking and they had gone on, right in front of them.
She jerked herself back to reality with the silent warning that such thoughts were bad and the dreaded admittance that she thought of them – sex fantasies – increasingly. She sat on the couch and watched her brother and husband with increasing disbelief. They got along so well together and Lee was so charming and full of locker room camaraderie with Rod. At times, she sat stunned by the secrets she held when she watched Lee's seemingly innocent yet brazen behavior. His audacity was unbelievable! They sat in the living room, and the late afternoon sun slanted long into the room. Rod had mixed a batch of martinis while Lee was playing a Rolling Stones album on the stereo he had rushed out to purchase, Rod driving him to the nearest record store, and was now enthusiastically trying to get Gail and Rod to like the music.
Rod was tolerant and unimpressed. They sat sipping their drinks until Lee suddenly, again, unpredictably, leaping to his feet and snapping the stereo off. He looked down at Rod with a smile twitching his lips. Then he turned and stared seriously at Gail on the couch. He turned back to Rod, his face set and serious. "I've got something to tell you. Something I wanted to tell you last night."
His manner, his tone of voice made Rod sit up. "Well, what?"
Again Lee swung around to face Gail on the couch. It seemed her face was drained of all color and the knuckles of her hand tightened, growing white, around the glass she held. She didn't breathe or blink. She couldn't. She was frozen with fear.
Lee looked back at Rod. "Gail and I have a secret," he said, his voice low and each word loud and clear.
Rod stiffened, not sure of what he was going to hear; not sure that he wanted to hear it. "Okay," he said gravely, "Let's hear it."
Lee looked hard at Rod then Gail for a moment and Gail felt as if she were on the verge of screaming, a scream she wouldn't be able to stop.
"Well, when I was here before, when you were away, we… no, it was me. I made Gail do something."
Rod licked his lips and nodded. It was coming, the whole sordid mess, he thought. His eyes flicked at Gail who was sitting like a marble statue, her eyes riveted on her brother. "What," Rod asked in a low voice, "Did you make Gail do?"
Lee held a palm out, "Well, actually I talked her into it. Listen, it's all my fault and I take the blame. It was my idea and…"
"Get to it!" Rod said, his face hard.
"Well," Lee suddenly looked like a charming boy, abashed at what he had done. "I talked her into smoking some grass."
The three of them seemed caught in a frozen tableau for an eternity of seconds before Rod took on a look of amusement and threw back his head and laughed and Gail seemed to grow smaller and sag back in relief on the couch, a silly dazed smile on her lips while Lee kicked his toe into the carpet, winked at Gail then turned a lamb-like face to Rod. "Like I said, it's all my fault."
"That's it!" Rod said, pointing at his wife who tried to laugh back. "That's what's been bugging you! Even after I told you I had smoked it!" He was up, grinning, going to his wife and kissing her on the mouth. "You were worried! How did you feel, like some dope fiend?" he asked.
Gail hugged him, thankful her brother hadn't just come out and told all the truth. She wasn't completely sure that he wouldn't just for the hell of it, come right out and say it.
Her relief was entirely artificial yet she seized the opportunity to feel closer to her husband. He had her in his arms and she was looking over his shoulder at her brother standing slouched in the middle of the room, grinning at her, immensely pleased with himself.
Rod seemed elated that his doubts were so easily assuaged; he drank and laughed and got up, slapping Lee on the shoulder. "You son-of-a-gun! I might have known!" He was suddenly full of questions and plans. He discovered that Lee could get some. With a broad wink that Gail couldn't see, he asked Lee. "How long will it take?"
"Well, it depends. I could make a phone call."
It was agreed and Lee went into the bedroom to make the call. Gail motioned to Rod to come close to her so that Lee wouldn't hear. "Rod, I don't want to take any."
"Ah, come on, it's all right."
"I mean it. I don't like what… I just don't like it."
Rod was too elated to really listen. He drained his glass and poured himself a generous amount of straight scotch. He raised his glass in a mock toast. "Don't be a prude. Listen, I tell you it's all right. Little grass won't hurt a thing."
Gail stared up at her husband filled with a dread of what was coming. He was standing in front of her, drinking, gulping. She knew his pattern. If he kept on like this, he would soon be drunk. A premonition, a sudden flashing sense of what was going to happen: a presage of doom. Rod drunk, smoking marijuana and Lee urging him on, biding his time like some smiling predatory animal. Lee sitting in the background until Rod is too drunk and too drugged and passes out. Then?
"Rod, please don't drink too much," she said in a soft, plaintive voice.
"'Sallright. Look, honey, we used to drink night 'nd day over there," he said with an extravagant wave of his arm. "Fly one of them choppers smashed, can do anything."
Lee came into the room, grinning shyly at Gail then looking self-conscious in front of Rod. "Look, remember that girl Kim I told you about last night? Well, she's got some and she's got the night off. How about if I ask her over?"
"Sure! Why not? 'Sallright, honey? Sure it is! What the hell!"
Lee left, grinning at Gail, borrowing the car keys to go pick Kim up. Gail was left sitting on the couch, her face a mask. Calmly, she said, "Rod, you're mixing scotch with martinis. Do you think that's a good idea?"
Rod, sitting across the room slumped in a chair, made a face. "Ah, come on," he said, his lips twisting, "You're not going to be a nagging wife are you?"
She looked down at the empty drink in her hands. "No," she answered in a small voice.
"Better not," he muttered, staring into his glass. "I didn't come home to listen to somebody bitch me 'cause I felt like having a drink or two." His voice and manner were sullen and he stared down at his drink before suddenly gulping it down and getting unsteadily to his feet and heading for the kitchen to pour himself another drink.
An anger blazed in Gail. If her own husband didn't care, why should she? She held her drink aloft. "If there are any more martinis, I'd like another."
"Thatta girl," he said, grinning at her and taking her glass. "Gonna be an interesting night."
"And how," she answered with a bitter sarcasm in her voice that Rod ignored, thanks to his numbing drinks.
She got Rod to help her to the bedroom where she checked her a appearance and brushed her hair then got into bed. She was working on her third martini when the doorbell rang.
With the bedroom door open, she could see a portion of the living room. Gail's heart stopped when she saw who Lee's girl friend was: it was the dancer they had seen together what seemed so very long ago! Lee was more diabolical than she had thought.
The girl stood in the middle of the room, wearing an Indian headband and a fringed buckskin miniskirt. Her bare thighs and legs were tanned. She was tall, well-shaped with dark almond eyes that flashed suggestively as she looked around the apartment and into the bedroom where she saw Gail sitting erect in bed. A slow lascivious smile spread over her thick shapely lips, as she shifted her weight, thrusting out one hip and putting a hand on it. She lowered her head, her smile all-knowing. "Hi," she said in a throaty voice, "I'm Kim."
Gail closed her eyes and nodded. Women have a way of understanding each other far better than men do. A look, a word, a gesture, an intonation, can say so much. Men tend to make little of such scenes, putting it down as jealousy, as petty vain rivalry. Women know better: Kim had just told Gail that she knew all about her and Gail had accepted and silently pleaded for mercy.
They all came pouring into the bedroom with introductions and explanations all around about Gail's accident. They sat on chairs with Kim sitting on the edge of the bed with a newly poured drink in her hand, smiling down at Gail. "Your brother didn't do you justice."
"Oh?" Gail looked at Lee who was busy stuffing a long pipe with a thick gummy substance.
"You're much more beautiful than he said," Kim said in a cool way.
Gail tried to wince out a smile. "Thank you."
"Damn right," Rod said, looking at Kim. "Hey!" he said loudly, "What is that, Lee?" he asked, turning to watch Lee.
"Something better. Hash. Seems Kim had some and wanted to donate it."
Rod turned and grinned at Kim again, his eyes taking in her smooth bare thighs and her heavy pointed breasts under her dress. Damn, he thought, I don't think she's wearing a bra.
Gail knew she wasn't. Having her sitting there, shifting her weight, she could gee her breasts move freely under the buckskin. She had seen Kim naked and knew how high-riding her breasts naturally were.
"Say, are you really Indian?" Rod asked, obviously fascinated by her exotic beauty and excited by what Lee had told him about her. He crossed his legs and sipped at his drink, feeling his cock growing thick between his thighs. "I mean, do you have Indian blood somewhere in the family?"
Kim gave him a dazzling seductive smile. "Yes, my mother was a full-blooded Cherokee, my father was a red headed Irish policeman in Coffeyville, Kansas. I'm what they call a half-breed."
Rod laughed and patted her on the shoulder. "What a combination. Couldn't be better."
"For what?" Kim asked in a low seductive voice, flirting with him over the edge of her drink.
Rod's face colored and he drank from his glass before answering, "Oh, anything, I guess."
Lee interrupted with the pipe. He lit it expertly and quickly handed it to Rod who puffed and rose to sit on the bed next to Kim. He exhaled and handed the pipe to Kim. "Pass the peace pipe, huh?"
Again, Kim smiled at him with an inviting look. "Depends on what you mean by 'peace'," she said, accenting the word.
Lee and Rod laughed as Kim took the pipe into her mouth slowly, closing her lips over the stem with a loving, "Mnnnn."
They passed the pipe around, crowding closer on the bed. Gail looked to see their smiling faces watching her as she puffed on the pipe. The hashish was having an effect and she felt like she was on a celestial elevator, zooming up so fast she felt as if she had left her body and reason far down below. This, she thought, is what they must mean by getting 'high'.
The room was suddenly very quiet and thick with a pungent sweet smoke and everything seemed to be moving in ultra slow motion. It seemed to Gail she had accepted, puffed on and passed the hashish pipe hundreds of times, that they would never smoke it all. She stared absently at the faces around her. Rod had taken on a glazed look and might be some child watching a movie or TV. He didn't seem conscious of anyone around him until he started, rubbed his face and said, "Wow!" in a soft voice and look at Kim with his eye slitting and growing hungry.
Lee seemed bemused, his fist propping up his chin as he watched Rod and Kim, ignoring Gail. Kim straightened her shoulders, thrusting her breasts forward toward Rod so that her nipples pressed against the soft tawny buckskin. Her dark Indian eyes slid slowly to Gail and wandered over her body, taking in all she could see.
Lee slapped his hands on his knees and said, "Let's have a little music and some more to drink."
Rod tore his eyes from Kim and said, "Hey, that's a great idea." He got to his feet and went into the living room after collecting all the glasses. Kim, with a lazy smile, said, "Let me help you."
Gail was left looking at Lee who was staring off into space, that wolf-like smile on his face again. "Lee, don't, please don't. In God's name, don't."
He turned innocent eyes to her. "Don't what?" he asked then chuckled to himself and got to his feet and walked to the door, his hand on the knob. Looking over his shoulder, he gave a cruel wink. "You gotta rest. I'll tell Rod. And," he whispered, closing the door, "I'll be back."
The door closed slowly and firmly and Gail leaned back on the pillows and closed her eyes. There seemed nothing she could do to stop what was happening. Nothing, in her drugged state, she wanted to do. With an anguished thought, she realized that there really was nothing she wanted to do. She drained her glass and wished for sleep.
Kim followed Rod to the kitchen, her hips swaying back and forth. She stood watching him mixing the drinks, her hands on her hips, her pelvis thrust out. Rod gave her a flirting glance. What the hell, he thought, no harm done and it's not like I'm an old man yet. "Lee says you're a dancer."
Kim, smiling, her chin tucked in so that she looked at him seductively, said, "That's right. Come watch me some time."
"I'd like to," he said, handing her a drink. "Do you like it?"
"Dancing? Or do you really mean do I like dancing in front of men naked? The answer to both questions is, yes." Again she smiled seductively at him over the rim of her glass, showing her fine white teeth.
Rod looked at her, finding it impossible to believe she was so young. Her face was unlined and looked young but her body was so fully and wildly developed. From the living room came music from the stereo. Lee had selected some quite cool jazz and Kim began to swing her hips in a slow brazen manner. "I just hear music and I gotta move."
Rod leaned drunkenly against the kitchen table and watched her begin to dance, her feet staying in place, only her body moving, undulating, her hips suddenly twitching out in time to the music. Her arms above her head, she danced into the living room with Rod lurching after her. He saw her fall into Lee's arms and kiss him passionately on the mouth while her hips ground into his crotch and Rod could see her firm young buttocks tense and bunch under her miniskirt. "Hey," he said, waving his glass, "Let's have a party."
Lee tore himself free to gasp, "Man, it looks like we are!"
"No!" Rod said, falling into a chair and spilling some of his drink. "I mean a real party with entertainment." He leered at Kim who had turned to look at him. She danced slowly and sensuously toward him, halting right in front of him, her arms slowly raising to cup her breasts and thrust them at his face while her hips did a slow wicked bump and grind.
"Look, don't get this chick started. I'm warning you, Rod," Lee said. Then, "Hey, where's my drink?"
"'Sin the kitchen," Rod said, slurring his words and never taking his eyes off Kim's wiggling body. "'Nd take your ole sweet time gettin' it."
Lee gave him a comradely wink and said, "Think I'll take a drink in to Gail and keep my little sister company for awhile."
He disappeared into the kitchen while Kim continued dancing, whirling around the room, her eyes half closed. Lee came back into the room with two drinks in his hands and a child-like foolish grin on his face. "I'm so stoned I don't know what I'm doing. You okay?" he asked Rod.
Rod nodded absently, still watching Kim dance. Lee noted with satisfaction that his eyes were glazed and he was having trouble focusing them. Kim would keep him busy. He turned the door knob to the bedroom with his fingers and shoved the door open with his elbow. This, he told himself, was going to be some night. Kim working on Rod while he taught his prissy married sister a lesson. And Kim knowing all about it!
Rod tore his eyes from Kim long enough to see Lee kicking the door shut with his heel. Kim stopped dancing and picked up her glass, sipping from it as she walked toward him. "Hey, Kim," he said, "Don't stop. You're pretty good."
Kim gave a laugh. "I'd better or I'll start getting rough and raunchy." She drank and raised her glass as a toast. "The only way I know how to dance."
Rod drained his glass and said, "I'll drink to that. I mean, I'd really like to see you dance." He struggled up out of his chair to get still another drink. Kim pushed him back in his seat and said, "Let me do that." He sat back, dazed, watching her firm young buttocks switch back and forth as she sauntered into the kitchen. While she was gone, he tried to clear his head, rubbing his eyes. Gotta think clear, he told himself.
He looked up to see Kim standing in front of him with two fresh drinks in her hand, smiling down at him. Jesus, he thought, how long has she been standing there? He took the drink with a vague smile. His brain seemed fogged and he couldn't think straight. All he could think about was Kim's body and her whipped cream trick. But his wife was in the next room with his brother-in-law! He had better be careful, he thought.
Kim suddenly bent over him and kissed him on the mouth, the tip of her hot wet tongue whipping into his mouth and sending shudders down into his groin that caused his cock to leap in lewd excitement. "You're nice," she whispered in his ear.
His free hand touched her hip and he felt her naked flesh under the sensuous deerskin. "You're okay," he whispered.
Her face was close to his, her eyes large, dark, and burning, as she whispered, "Want me to dance for you?"
His mind raced, drunken, drugged and ramming, horny, wild, mad! Why not, he thought, exulting drunkenly, after all, it was Lee who brought her! "Yeah," he breathed, "Go ahead!"
He sat, his cock throbbing, caught in his pants, swelling painfully and he tried to rearrange his legs, crossing them, so it wouldn't show.
Kim put her glass down and stepped back from him, moving slowly, her eyes closed, a smile on her face, her hips swaying as she lifted her arms and pulled the miniskirt up over her head. Rod sat, his face impacted, his breath shallow as he watched the limp buckskin being pulled up her tanned thighs. Up, up, higher and higher until her face was covered and she was naked from the waist down. He looked at her broad swaying hips and her long thighs with his eyes drawn to her sparse young wedge of curling pubic hair. She turned, standing on tiptoe and pulled the dress free over her head and flung it on the floor.
She stood with her back to him, naked gave for sandals and her Indian headband. Lewdly, moving in pulsating time to the music, she leaned forward and thrust her naked round buttocks at him and Rod gazed open mouthed as he saw her tight vagina trapped between her strong thighs with its vaginal lips firm and covered with dark downy pubic hair. In time to the music, she turned, her arms widespread, her legs apart, her knees bent. Slowly, as he watched, she began moving her hips and cunt as if she had the tip of a cock right in front of her thighs and was trying to rub against it. She threw back her head, her eyes closed, her mouth open and her pelvis rolled forward and she let out a little delighted moan and her body shuddered as if an invisible cock had been shoved in her and she began an imaginary fucking right in front of Rod who dropped his drink on the rug and ignored it as he lurched to his feet, breathing heavily.
Kim was on him like a cat, lewd, twining, her, arms tight around him, her open mouth locked to his as his tongue darted in and out while one of her long tanned dancer's legs slipped around behind him and pulled his groin close to hers. He felt his ramrod cock against her naked belly and he fought to get away from her, catch his breath. "No!" he breathed. "My wife and him," he said, pointing.
Kim's face was intense. "So what? Now or never for me and you. Come on, what have you got to lose?"
"Everything!"
"Coward!" she said, almost spitting the words.
A wild idea entered his mind. Lee had done it in a closet! Why not top him? Gail couldn't walk and he could, would, had to, think of something. More than anything, he wanted to fuck this wild half-breed amoral bitch! He lurched to the closet and opened it. It was big enough with only a suitcase on the floor. Kim was right behind him, pushing him into the closet. He turned to find her hot naked body right against his. Her hands guided his up until he touched her breasts and he felt them soft and heavy in his hands and his fingers pinched her nipples and he felt them grow hard and pointed as he watched her tongue slowly lick her lips. He felt her hand unzipping his pants, and he closed his eyes and kissed her as he felt her groping fingers pulling his hard cock out. Her hands closed over it, squeezing it and pulling back the foreskin and slowly and surely stroking back and forth as her tongue darted in and out of his mouth in time to the strokes.
He felt dizzy with passion and a violent urge welled up in him. He wanted to fuck the teasing little bitch with all his might, fuck her until she begged for mercy. His whole body was tense as he felt her knees bending, their mouths wetly parting as she slid down to her knees, her hands holding onto his hard cock. Drunkenly, he put his arms out for support, finding the walls and standing balanced while looking down, he could see the top of her head and those big rounded breasts below. She was on her knees and straightening her back again, thrusting her breasts upward and outward and placing his prick, its foreskin rolled all the way back to reveal its red mushroom head, between her breasts, wedging it into the deep cleavage then using her hands to cup her breasts close together so that his cock was surrounded and held in place by the hot soft flesh of her breasts with only the thick rampant head visible.
She bent her head to look down at it and, with an electric thrill searing through him, he felt her wet hot tongue flick across it, teasing the glans on the very end. He saw her look up and smile and smack her lips, greedily tasting the drop of cum she had urged from him. Her head swooped again and he felt the flat of her tongue lick all over his prick and he thrust his hips forward just as her incredibly soft and wet lips closed over the head and she sucked while her tongue twirled downward and his head fell back limply as he moaned aloud.
The whole shaft of his prick felt encased in warm soft moving flesh while the head felt her hot mouth sucking on it with the tongue tormenting it into a swelling that hurt him. He wanted her, he wanted to fuck her silly. He'd show her what a real fuck was like. Roughly, he pushed her away, the back of her head bumping against the closet door, knocking it open, allowing her to sprawl out on the living room floor, her breasts quivering like jello, her long nude body flowing out, her legs spread wide so that he looked down and saw the glistening red slit of her cunt.
With a hoarse cry, he fell from the closet, landing on top of her. His cock pushed, felt her vaginal lubricated lips rubbing against the thick head of his cock. Thrusting with his hips, he felt her cunt spreading in a slow lewd way. Then, pushing, he felt it sink home, into the hot depths of her cunt. Her long legs wrapped around his buttocks and pulled him in while her hips writhed up so that he felt his cock sink in as deep as it could go.
They exploded in a frenzy of movement. Rod, jaw clenched, fucked her with all his might, with a wild insane abandon. Kim held him tight, her hips moving as fast as she could while she moaned and her head thrashed back and forth. He was fucking her so hard her hips and buttocks came clear of the floor and then were sent crashing, thumping down again as he used all his strength to ram his prick home in her. In front of him he could see her open mouth with her eyes rolling in her head as she thrashed around, writhing under him. He was fucking her across the floor, digging in with his knees on the rug and slamming down on her so that she saw stars. They were fucking their way into the middle of the room so that there was no place to hide or no possible explanation to make if Lee should open the door. And Rod didn't care. His mouth twisted open as be felt the mighty hurricane rush of an orgasm sweep through him and funnel out his prick and explode wetly inside of the girl and he bit her hard on the shoulder to keep from shouting.
His face twisting in a wild drunken, drugged exultation, he rolled off her and flopped on his back, gasping for breath. Kim was on top of him immediately, kissing him. He pushed her off and got to his hands and knees and crawled for the kitchen, Kim after him. She was excited, lewd, and wanted to be satisfied. She pawed at him on the kitchen floor as he fought to catch his breath. "Come on," she gasped.
"No." He shook his head, exhausted, looking down at his cock. It was still hard and white hot sperm, his own cum, was still on it. "Too dangerous," he gasped, shaking his head. "That was crazy. They must have heard."
"No, no, they didn't!" Kim said in a low voice. "Don't worry, it's all right. Come on, I'm horny and hot!"
Rod held her by the shoulders. "They must have heard."
"No, no!" Kim insisted, her eyes glinting as she crawled on top of him, thrusting one of her breasts in his face. "It doesn't matter!"
Her words froze him. How could she know it didn't matter unless – unless she knew something! He grabbed her by the shoulders, full of a sudden rage. Kim recoiled and found herself helpless in his iron grip. "What do you mean?"
"Nothing. I meant I want to cum too!"
"What do you mean, it doesn't matter?" he asked, his voice hard.
"I meant it doesn't matter if they catch us," she said in a lame voice, her face telling him she was lying.
His drugged and drunken state was like storm clouds dark, thick, and heavy in his mind and her words were like a parting of the clouds and a flash of lucid lightening in his brain. "What's going on here? I mean, what's really going on here?"
He suspected a monstrous evil sick trick was being played on him. With a madman's strength, he whirled Kim around and clapped a hand over her mouth. He grated into her ear, "You be quiet or you'll be sorry!" With a controlled fury, he forced her to her feet and dragged her, naked, his prick still hanging out of his pants, back into the living room and toward the bedroom door.
When they got near the door Kim's leg lashed out, trying to kick it. Rod hadn't expected that and his drunken and drugged nerves reacted too late. He pulled her away as the door flew open and bounced away from the wall.
The scene that greeted them turned both of them to marble. Rod couldn't move or speak or even think. Slowly, unconsciously, he let go of Kim. He stood, looking into his own bedroom, at his own bed, at his wife and her brother on the bed, naked.
Lee was lying on his back, his legs spread wide and Gail, his wife, was on top of him, her legs to either side of his waist, on her knees. And, as he watched in stupid amazement, he saw her naked buttocks exposed to his view, her anus puckered and tight and below, below, her soft, hair fringed cunt was wet and split wide. It was stretched as far as it could go and as he watched her hips move obscenely up and down her brother's huge thick prick, as he watched the glistening prick disappear into her cunt, folding the tight vaginal lips in, then saw her lift her body, saw the flaming red walls of her cunt rolling out, seeming to cling to the shaft of the slippery cock with all their might, he knew; he knew that what was happening was worse than any expectations. He was being cuckolded by his brother-in-law, that he was witnessing incest!
His mind exploded as they fucked on, oblivious of him, Lee's hands massaging Gail's breasts in a lewd and exciting rhythm. With a roar, he hit Kim with the back of his hand, sending her flying. He rushed into the room and grabbed his wife by the shoulders and sent her crashing off the bed. Lee was leaping up just in time to catch a fist square in the face. He fell backward and off the bed, his mind reeling. Rod was on top of him, punching and slapping him as he sobbed and screamed out his rage and hate. With a snarl, he whirled and slapped his wife's head back and forth until it was a blur.
He leaped to his feet, his fists ready. Brother and sister cowered on the floor, looking up at him. Blood trickled from the corner of Lee's mouth. "Scum!" he spat at them, "Rotten perverted scum! So that was it! Well, I'm through, you hear?" With an insane strength, he picked Lee up. Lee held his hands up. With a cold calculation, he knocked him down again then whirled on his wife, seizing her by her hair and lifting her to her feet. "And you, you perverted bitch!" he growled.
"I couldn't help it! I tried to tell you!" she wailed.
With a look of contempt twisting his face, he shoved her from him. "I'll be back tomorrow to get my things and deal with you!" He stood in the middle of the room, putting his penis back into his pants and shaking with rage. "When I come back, I don't want to see your sick face!" he said, turning to Lee who was on the floor, wiping his mouth. "Where are the car keys?"
Lee felt his jaw and motioned to the night table by the bed. Rod scooped them up and stalked from the room. In the living room, Kim was on the couch, her dress held in front of her body. He glared at her with tight lips. They all had been in on it and he would make them pay, he would make them wish they had never tried to make a fool of him. He stepped out of the tiny apartment and slammed the door shut with all his might, the sound booming and echoing down the hall.