Nude and in each other’s embrace, they quivered and sighed and trembled in growing ecstasy at this full-length contact of their young and ardent bodies. In actual experience, Herbert, peculiarly perhaps-was as lacking as his sister. But the pressure of their naked bodies, their more and more fervid kisses, the rubbing of bared bellies and of swollen member upon fleshy mound, the twining of their legs and arms, all these wrought each to the point of madness.
The girl panted and heaved against the boy and it was all he could do to unwind himself from her embrace. Moving nimbly over the bed, he kissed his sister from head to toe, omitting no part of her, fore or aft, in his multiple caresses of lips and fingers. Edith writhed and gasped and moaned with delight beneath this torrid shower.
And suddenly, as he knelt beside her shivering body, the maiden reached in trembling passion for the turgid column which sprang from his mid-region. He let her have her way, curious now as well as eager to see just to what tenderness her instinct would guide her. She drew him gently by the sceptre of his sex. He half-couched over her flushed face.
She toyed lovingly with her new acquaintance with all her licentious fingers for a minute. And then, with a small moan, she pressed it once more to her lips in a long and fervent kiss.
“I know-at least, I suppose-that I’m being terribly unnatural!” she whispered shakily. “But-really-it is so lovely and dear-this big naked thing-and, since I positively refuse ever to have one of them inside me, why shouldn’t I-pet it just a little in other ways?”
“Do what you like, Edith,” he murmured huskily. “I love to feel your lips on me there.”
He shrouded her shame and her blushes with his curving body to encourage her, for this boy had an instinct that a caress he had only vaguely heard of was brewing for him in the craving of this pure and ignorant maiden who was his sister.
As the train shot through the Iowa night, this youthful pair of incestuous sweethearts had no conception whatever of location or time or of anything save the pleasure which coursed through their beings. Swayed by instinct and perverse lechery Edith Allison, Chicago’s greatest of youthful heiresses and a future debutante of national note-licked and sucked her brother’s member.
In her feverish delight she resented his gasping and then his withdrawal, and she fought to restrain her treasure.
“But-I would have spent, Edith, in another instant, right in your darling mouth,” he explained tremulously.
“Does that matter-d-does it?” she cried tearfully. I wouldn’t have cared-I was so happy!”
And suddenly she was in a convulsion of wild and unsatiated passion. She moaned and writhed and flogged the bed with her arms.
He lay upon her to restrain her from rolling from the narrow bed. Under the pressure of his nudity upon her own, the girl slowly recovered from her spasm and lay beneath him, shaking and sighing.
“Edith,” he whispered. “Let us try-how far this thing will go in without hurting you.”
“Oh-oh, my God-it wouldn’t go in at all-not a particle, Herbie!” she cried. “See-I can’t get my fingers anywhere near around it!”
“Just try” he coaxed.
“Well, if you like, though I’m sure that it can’t be even started,” she consented.
It was the desire to make a very small and delicate target more prominent rather than any experience which led the youth to thrust a pillow beneath the girl’s buttocks before essaying to bring their sexes into contact. Too greatly heated to mind any indelicacy now, Edith raised her knees and parted her plump thighs widely to his touches.
Even though the disproportion between spear and sheath did seem to both of them to make penetration almost if not quite out of the question, they pursued for several minutes experiments which resulted in immense sensations for each. Her breathing bated and being at first filled with apprehension, Edith kept sighing that he should “not go too far” and then that he should not stop “because it f-feels s-so v-very g-good.”
“It’s in a little way-I can see how the lips of your slit cling all about its tip,” he whispered. “Don’t worry, Edith. I just want to see if I can push the knob inside. Does it feel good to you too?”
“Glorious!” she gasped. “Oh, Herbie, g-glorious! But I’m frightened-for you might break something-and r-ruin m-me!”
Suddenly she moaned, and, shaking in every fiber under his body, she stared with wide eyes into his. Slowly the terror died from her gaze and in its place was a look of sheer ecstasy.
“Oh-o-o-oh-I think that big head went inside!” she quavered. “It-it st-stretches me awfully-but how marvelous it f-feels!”
He verified her belief as to the miraculous entrance of the widest portion of his instrument. His breath came in great gulps and in his reddened face was growing that look of the young animal which had so startled Edith on previous occasions and had always been accompanied by increased lustful passion on his part.
“Get off at once!” she panted.
“I simply must have you, Edith,” he gasped. “You see-it hardly hurts you at all. I shall take you-I shall!”
“I’ll die if you do, Herbert!” she quavered. “You promised we would only see if it would go a tiny way in. You don’t want to disgrace your sister forever, do you?”
As the inflamed boy still bored steadily, Edith suddenly burst into convulsive efforts to prevent a calamity whose real seriousness suddenly occurred to her. But it took tears on her part to recall him sufficiently to his senses to cease his inward pressure.
“Don’t cry, kid,” he said thickly. “I won’t-but-oh, my God-how hard it is to stop! I’d willingly be shot down afterwards if only I could screw you first!”
“Maybe you think it’s easy for me when I’m on fire all over!” she whispered. “But you know we mustn’t.”
He twisted the embedded knob within the portals and Edith gasped and trembled and moaned with bliss, a bliss which, alas, must be swiftly cut off.
“Listen, Edith,” he said hoarsely. “I shall have you some time, shan’t I, after you have been married and are all opened up!”
“Yes, I promise! she quavered, so inflamed now that she hardly knew what she was pledging. “But you must get off me now, dear.”
Never thereafter-largely, perhaps, because these young people were almost continuously separated-had this scene or its two lascivious predecessors been so much as referred to between them. Developing into a globe trotter, who kept a casual but effective eye on his immense financial interests, Herbert had never been able, in the midst of such amours as chance afforded to his occasional desires, to banish for long from his mind the image of a naked girl with long, dusky hair unbound and with her rounded, lovely body twisting in sensual longing. Edith had gone on to become the prize debutante of a happy social season and to marry her brother’s one-time college comrade, Henry Hamilton. But she, too, had memories which would be, she felt, life-long companions, and which made her flush and shiver when she at times deliberately brought them to her mind and reflected upon the seductive pit at whose verge she and her brother had barely restrained themselves.
Her Henry turned out to be all that a passionate girl could desire in the way of a spouse, so much so, in fact, that, with the growing cult among the young set for all that is spicy and subtly lecherous, Edith was several times on the point of narrating these adventures of her maidenhood, which she knew her husband would enjoy hearing and forgiving. Yet, perhaps, because of their incestuous flavor and because, too, Henry and others frequently jested about her obviously deep affection for her only brother, she kept the narrative under her hat.
With all this cyclorama of delicious early experience flashing before his mind’s eyes in mere seconds, Herbert crept almost automatically toward that door which separated him from the scene of the complete gratification in Edith of an intense sensuality which he himself had been largely instrumental in arousing. His heart was thumping and his nerves were swept by a tempest as he listened to the moans and love cries and all the evidences of his sister’s enraptured reaction in a situation which his mind was vividly portraying.
“What a nerve he’s got-and she too!” he found himself mumbling quite without basis in reason, “while I suffer in here, barred out. I, whose daily companion she was for twenty years or so. What an ungodly nerve! My rights are greater than his! How gloriously she fucks-oh, God in heaven, my head is swimming. I can’t stand it!”
Hastily donning a few articles of clothing, he stole down the stairs and hurled himself forth into the golden moonlight. He stumbled blindly over the little lawn, which had been coaxed to grow amid the sand of the lake shore, his pulses throbbing and his sex rampant.
But he exercised over his senses with will power now which went to a golden-haired and innocent-faced lovely girl whom he had found deeply fascinating in more than just body, a girl with whom he felt a queer communion, a sympathy, even greater when they did not speak than in their rare and rather halting, self-conscious chats.
He felt soothed somehow by the thought of Marion Stone, cleansed of the burning, perverse desires aroused by a voluptuous young woman of his own blood. How constantly tremulous and distressed was Marion amid these up-to-date frivolities with which they were surrounded. How delicate all her instincts, how touching her attempts to affect not to feel shocked by words and actions which in reality dismayed her utterly! Imagine her acting as his pretty sister and two other young matrons had done that afternoon on the shore, suits stripped down until even their round bottoms were exposed, then lying on their faces for sunbathing, in front of the men, and even letting their naked breasts be seen every now and then! Why, it was impossible to conceive of Marion’s ever getting so hardened. Not that he meant to reproach these others, whose new informality gave a returned traveler many a thrill.
He wandered towards the sand dunes, which were gilded by the clear rays of the moon. Calmer now, he heard faintly the sound of voices and laughter. They were nearer as he continued.
Ah-what was that? Herbert sank upon his face on a sandy hillock and listened.