Struggling for some time from the depths of dense slumber, Edith Hamilton had been dimly aware that something infinitely pleasant was happening to her. Her first semi-conscious thought was that she was emerging from a dream in which she was naked and held to a nude man, a man who caressed her with tender licentiousness, and a man whose whole swollen affair throbbed to the pressure of her rubbing belly. She came yet further toward the surface of reality. Reason began to assume a certain semblance of control, and facts and memory stood out more clearly.
No-it was real. What was the matter with Henry tonight? She thought that she had dozed off, weary but happy, after giving herself to him with one of their customary frenzies of delight. And here he was again wanting more.
“Henry, be reasonable, it must be very late,” sighed Edith. Her eyes were still closed. She was in an agreeable torpor, her flesh quivering to this male contact but not yet willing to surrender its lethargy.
The man by her side was panting. He seemed terribly inflamed. Slowly he was pressing her upon her back, now he was lying upon her.
“I have no idea what has come over you, Henry,” she murmured. “It can hardly be an hour since. And you never do it twice in a night. I’ll stay asleep, I think. You’ve never had a sleeping woman, have you, Henry? See if you can make me wake up. But don’t make those snorting noises, Henry, you’ll awaken poor Herbert. And if he hears us doing this the dear will go wild. He’s so very passionate, the precious! Oh, how very big you seem tonight. O-o-oh-easy now, darling-or all my nice little swoon will be gone.”
There was a light rustle and then the whisper, in a voice recognizable as that of her husband:
“All right, dear, keep on drozing. I’ll fuck you in this trance, and if you howl suddenly and bite me in the shoulder don’t blame me. I feel very hot and passionate tonight and that makes my prick about as big as Herbert’s. He has a corker, the old rascal, hasn’t he?”
“Oh, it’s very, very big-and very lovely!” sighed his deliciously reclining partner in this colloquy.
And not even the realization which flashed over her half-stimulated senses that, for the first time, she had admitted in words a carnal knowledge of her brother, served to rouse her from the luscious trance in which she persistently lay.
“I’ve seen it-and touched it-so there!” whispered Edith. “You and your bare sisters aren’t the only ones to have glorious fun together. And-oh, Henry-how I did want it inside me! But we were good-pretty good, anyhow. Henry, you are stretching me! What-oh, what!”
Slowly boring his incestuous way within his sister’s body, Herbert Allison heard all this whispered colloquy between husband and wife merely as meaningless sounds. Every nerve in his sinewy form was aflame as this long-obsessing passion for Edith became actuality.
Already the knob of his organ had passed within the rosy, distended borders of the girl’s moistening sex. And it may be that this glorious sensation of aching pressure recalled to Edith a certain occasion in a compartment of a westward-bound sleeping car, an occasion when a bulb that she had thought impossible to take in had contrived to force its way within her.
Since then she had known many an enraptured bout with her husband. And yet, even after all of that, her slit still had all the sensations of the close-lipped, virginal resistance and the slowly rising rapture which had crowned that experience with her brother.
Many a time in the few years which had elapsed since that trip she had dreamed of the episode. And now, when that episode seemed to be repeating itself while she was in an agreeable coma, the delusion that this great object was that of her spouse suddenly disappeared from her clearing mind.
She opened her dark eyes, from which all languor had fled now.
“My God-oh, God in heaven!” she cried hoarsely. “It is you, Herbert! Why-how!”
She made a weakened effort to start up, with a consequent effect which caused her to groan with a mixture of consternation and rapture and to flatten out in trembling helplessness upon the bed.
For, posted firmly on his knees between her parted legs, her flaming and maddened satyr of an aggressor met her movement with such a pressure that their united activities sent the male engine another full inch within the body of the young wife. And pinwheels and rockets of ecstasy burst within Edith’s nerves, and she could only pant and stare with wide, unbelieving eyes into the contorted, lust-reddened face of her brother.
Her whirling head assured her that, only a minute earlier, she had heard the voice of her husband addressing her on this very topic of Herbert and the latter’s physical endowment. Was this-was there a plot afoot, a plot in which her brother was the innocent instrument even if the guilty aggressor? Could it be that Henry had schemed to get her thus gloriously degraded in order to have this lovely horror to hold over her head, perhaps to divorce her in case some lewd hussy should have fascinated him?
“Oh, God, Herbert, where is Henry?” she cried. Her teeth chattered in her head.
“Go away-he must be near-he’ll see-and be furious with rage!” she gasped. “He m-may-w-want a d-divorce!”
“You’re out of your little head, my darling,” said a suave voice in her ear.
Tender, lascivious hands fell upon her naked and heaving breasts to pet and soothe them gently.
“Don’t affront my eternal love for you by having such ideas as those,” whispered her husband, as she turned wondering dark eyes to find his blue ones within inches of her head. “Just fuck nicely with your brother, Edith, and have the glorious time you’ve been longing for all these years. Don’t worry about anything, for I’m loving you more every second. It’s been in my mind to.”
And this colloquy was of sufficient force to give even the lust-crazed Herbert pause in his entrancing occupation. His eyes flaring and his body quivering, he halted in his penetration, with his member more than half-buried between his pretty sister’s thighs. But he crouched above her still, with a glare in his eyes and a tenseness of body that defied anyone to rob him of his prey now.
But the half-crazed Edith, exalted even more by finding her husband actually presiding over this scene and too maddened by the sudden cessation of that slow movement of Herbert’s tool within her, began to buck and heave so tumultuously that she unhorsed her brother.
With a low growl, he would have resumed possession of her person but Henry pressed him aside with friendly hands on his shoulders and a low voice in his ear.
“We’ll have her together,” he whispered huskily. “We’ll ram her a few times just to reassure her and start her going again. Then I’ll slip aside and you can finish her.”
Herbert growled again deep in his throat. Then, kneeling beside the pair with his fine member swaying and turgid and glistening, he stared in lascivious pleasure as he saw his sister impaled slowly upon the erect rod of her spouse.
Edith stiffened and moaned as she was penetrated anew, and almost instantly was sighing beneath Henry’s body. Even as he penetrated her, her husband reasoned with her.
“It’s an obsession with both of you, wanting a piece of each other,” he said. “You mustn’t be ashamed of it, but give way to it. I shall enjoy it, darling, I pledge you my word, instead of feeling outraged or angry. Give our Herbert a fine fuck and you shall have that emerald necklace we saw at Peacock’s.”
“I-I shall be so fearfully ashamed!” whispered Edith, her fine features crimson and her soft lips working convulsively. “With you looking on, especially. But I’ve told you, dear, I’ve been hot for him for a long time, though I’ve been trying to fight against it.”
She began to apprehend slowly the peculiar lust which permeated her spouse as he strove to bring about this abnormal conjunction, slowly but powerfully she realized that it would be unspeakably pleasant to commit this incest beneath the very eyes of a husband who would be completely delighted by every detail of its progress.
And so, almost out of her head and breathing from a parched throat she gave no resistance now when her husband withdrew and surrendered her to her brother.
“He was fearfully excited when he came in an hour or more ago,” whispered Henry to his wife as the latter shook and gasped under Herbert’s renewed penetration. “He had been out on the dunes, although it was already one o’clock in the morning. Something he had seen must have wrought him up terribly. And then, when I opened the door and he saw you naked on the bed and sound asleep!”
“Oh-o-o-o-o-o-h-by God-how big the monster is!” was the gasping, enraptured wail of Edith. “It seems impossible-every time he p-puts it in! What was it, Herbie darling, that you saw out on the sands that made you want to do such a terrible things as this to me?”
“No matter,” panted the young man. “Oh, God, but you’re wonderful, Edith. Your darling cunt takes me like a glove and hugs my prick all over! I would swear you were a virgin!”
“You’ll know better than that in another few seconds,” was the stammering contribution of his sister. “But-you’re so m-much bigger than-what I-I am u-used to! Oh-oh, m-my God-I-I!”
She paled slowly, her face drained of blood and her eyes closing, as her brother gradually sank his weapon to its full length within her.
“Lie like that a minute, dear one,” murmured the gloating Henry, sitting now on the edge of the bed. “He is a goodish bit more formidable than I, isn’t he, darling? And the added inch and the added bulk make a lot of difference. Lie still and get use to it. Ah, that’s better. The rose is beginning to bloom in your cheeks again and I can see your eyes rolling. Tell us what the devil it was that drove you nuts out on the dunes, Herbert.”
“It was a naked bathing party,” said the young man slowly. “And what they said and did. And it included a girl I would have sworn didn’t know the difference between a prick and a cucumber.”
“Ha!” breathed Edith. “It must have been his precious Marion. Oh, yes, don’t think I haven’t noticed what a hit she has made with you. She is a darling too. Who was with her? I’m rather surprised myself that she should consent to bathe naked.”
“It was her sister and young Cochrane,” responded her brother.
“Consider my surprise withdrawn,” retorted Edith. “Why, Stan Cochrane is a young bull, isn’t he, Henry? And Mildred is a sweetly complacent wife as well as about as hot a sketch as there is at Michigan Dunes. She’d have Stanley enjoying her young sister in a thousand ways even if Marion had been a nun when she came here, which she almost was. Yet I see no occasion for getting overwrought over the family bathing party. Why, we’ve had as many as twenty naked persons at one time here-and in the daytime too, sometimes-and of assorted families at that. Sometimes I wonder, Herbie, whether you haven’t stood still as regards the ways of our younger set while you were in the wilds in the way that Marion has in her Pacific Coast seclusion. And for heaven’s sake don’t blame that kid for letting her sister and her brother-in-law scrape some prudery off her.”
“Blame her! I don’t blame anybody” averred Herbert stoutly. “I haven’t been living in a monastery myself, you know.”
“So-s-so-o-o-o-h-so Henry s-says!” gasped his sister, slipping her plump charming thighs about him and planting her feet on his hard bottom. “Mind you, Herbie, if you move in me again like that I shan’t be able to talk in the least!”
“Well, then, don’t squeeze my prick like that or I shall certainly have to get busy!” he returned. “No, I had no notion of getting sore even if it had been any of my business, which it wasn’t, because this beautiful and well-bred kid bathed that way with her folks. But when they convinced her to allow them to handle her little slit, and when she consented to join Mildred in playing with the man’s tool-and what a whale he’s got, bigger than mine-well, I guess I did go a trifle batty. I admit I was jealous, all right. But it was a powerfully rousing scene, too. I had a terrific impulse to go after them and to drag her away and I’d have fucked her to a frazzle, virgin or no virgin, if I could have got hold of her! It seemed to me that she didn’t belong with them at all but with me, that I was being robbed of my rights!”
“And you’ve spoken to her just three times, I think,” smiled Henry.
“That has nothing to do with it,” responded Herbert impatiently. “I tell you there’s something between us that I can’t explain. But I was still in such a trance when I came back here that I hardly knew what I was about.”
“Do you know now?” laughed Henry, slapping him on the back.
And the slap served to put into fiery motion the pair which had been immobile during a conversation carried on under somewhat extraordinary conditions. For Herbert, gluing his body to that of his throbbing sister, once more stirred the lambent flames which she was restraining with difficulty.
With tremulous delight, she moved her body softly beneath him.
“Oh, God, why, it’s up to my heart!” she quavered. “Go on, Herbie, for God’s sake, fuck me, fuck me!”
With a hoarse little roar her brother went into action now, an action that was continuous and rhythmic and that was punctuated by ardent sighing ejaculations from Edith’s lips as a frenzied and ecstatic response was wrung from her body.
In a moment the glowing and frantic girl spent shiveringly, her feverish young spouse kissing her lips and her breasts. With his hand he checked Herbert’s movements until she could recover from her ecstatic spasm, for her brother, blind to everything save the bliss of their conjunction, did not even know that the passionate girl had preceded him in reaching the crisis.
In motion once more, Herbert’s great battering ram revelled in the tight, clinging warmth of the tissues which it strained. And Edith, her eyes rolled back in an infinite rapture that only this calibre of projectile could give her, swimming in a bliss such as she had never known even in her most glorious moments with her husband, was a frantic thing beneath him.
She bit at his shoulder, drawing him down to her with convulsive arms. She clawed at his flesh and she drummed with rosy heels upon his rear.
To all these demonstrations of the animalism which he had aroused, Herbert was obtruse and unheeding. She might have driven nails into his body now without causing him to pause or even falter in his long, rhythmic plunges and withdrawals. For his own animalism was feasting as never before, feasting on a banquet of which it had long dreamed hopelessly.
Edith spent again, crying out and plunging so furiously that her husband covered her mouth and looked anxiously at the opened windows. For, though quite willing that their bungalow neighbors should hear his wife’s exclamations of rapture or should even see her writhing in conjugal embrace, he was very much averse to putting her on display on this particular occasion.
And, as she spent, her brother groaned loudly again and shot his masculine milk within her body in jets that bade fair to spout forever. And Edith, feeling them, cried out sharply once more and fainted away.
When she came to her senses she was undergoing the tender, cleansing care of both her husband and a calmed and grateful brother in the bathroom. They carried her back to the bed on a chair of their hands, her arms about their necks. Her face was slowly regaining its accustomed fine color.
Herbert, satiated for the time being, yet sensually aroused still, lingered yet a while on the bed. He could never get enough of the splendid nudity of his sister, he thought, and her eyes devoured his body, too.
But, as the girl recovered her nervous equilibrium and as her still impassioned and unrelieved husband hugged and petted her amorously, she smiled a little ashamedly but wantonly and significantly at Herbert. It was clear to her that, having succumbed to the embraces of the one in presence of the other, the situation was about to be reversed. And it was clear, too, that her brother was quite willing to see this connubial indulgence and was in fact much excited by the prospect. For already his member was beginning to stir and to raise its head as he saw Henry rub his stiff organ on the woman’s flesh and suck her sensitive nipples at the same time.
And so, since not one of the trio failed to be heated all the more by the presence of both the others in these most intimate of moments, Herbert lingered to see his lovely sister possessed by her spouse.
He stood closely by as she spread wide her lovely legs to receive within her the familiar bliss-bringing visitor. She pushed up her bottom to engulf its turgid length, and, as she grabbed her lusty husband to her breasts and caught her feet behind his flanks to give him purchase, he commenced powerful shoves into her sensitive vitals. And Herbert leaned over to observe intently the effect of this carnal wrestling bout on his passionate sister. The radiant Edith’s breath came faster and was mingled with groans of bliss, as her eyes rolled heavenwards and dew collected about her warming lips, as her whole body writhed in sharply mounting ecstasy. Finally, with a wild flinging of her arms, she shrieked and gave way to convulsions in a long, drawn-out climax of her third delirious spending in the space of a few minutes.
It was a long time before Herbert could drift off into an uneasy sleep. And from that happy but restless sleep he was awakened within a couple of hours by a flood of light, and found the door between his own chamber and that of the spouses widely opened.
Beside his bed stood Edith, naked and flushed.
“I-I couldn’t sleep,” she said. “And Henry said since he wanted to sleep, and I was so restless, I must come in here with you. Is-is it all right?”
It was all right with Herbert.