Hal French, his head hung down in silence, listened as the judge passed sentence upon him. The trial had taken only a few hours; the judge's guilty verdict had come swiftly. Because Hal's employer was somewhat sympathetic toward the plight of the long-time servant, only a small portion of the money stolen was reported. The charge had been petty theft rather than grand theft. Hal heard the judge decree a term of one month in the county jail and an additional ten-month period of probation. It was a less severe sentence than he or Arlene had expected.
Arlene rose from her seat in the courtroom upon hearing the sentence. She went forward to where her husband stood and threw herself in his arms. They kissed briefly, and she wondered how she was going to survive these next thirty days without him. Moreover she wondered how she could face her friends and neighbors, and she wondered whether Hal would ever be able to get another job. What would become of him? What would the future be like? Would they ever be a proud mother and father again – proud of their children and themselves? She said good-bye to Hal softly, trying not to show just how shattered and undignified she felt standing in the middle of the courtroom. She promised him she would take good care of their son and daughter, and, of course, she promised to be faithful.
It was shortly after midnight, less than a week after Hal had begun spending his month in jail. Arlene lay in bed, restless, trying to sleep. Judy was in her brother's room, sitting on the edge of his bed, talking while his hand rode delicately up and down her soft inner thigh.
This wasn't the first time Bill and Judy had been in bed together. Frequently they shared intimate caresses, stroking, kissing, hugging each other. Never had they experienced intercourse, and neither of them had ever expressed a desire to do so. But they both felt something warm and rewarding about their open, loving relationship. They talked often of their most personal problems and feelings. For Judy, Bill was the only person in the world to really communicate with on a deep level. They had always been close to each other, squabbling less than the average brother and sister, showing compassion and empathy even years ago. It seemed only natural to them both the first time they had fondled each other – and it seemed natural now.
"Mmm!" Judy purred at her brother's touch.
He sat with his legs crossed Indian-style, the mattress creaking beneath him whenever he shifted his weight. Judy had her feet on the carpet, her legs stretched out leisurely in front of her as she thrilled to Bill's gentle stroking of her thigh. They were facing the same direction, Judy staring across the room, glimpsing herself and her brother in a mirror which was mounted atop a dresser. The very dim nightlight seemed to make everything sensuous and erotic.
Bill leaned forward to breathe down the back of Judy's neck, causing her to shiver happily.
Judy fixed her gaze into the mirror, admiring the way her fifteen-year-old brother's muscles bulged through the thin fabric of his pajamas. His long hair really turned her on. God, she thought, he's going to make some girl one hell of a husband some day! He really has a gorgeous body. And then she stared at herself, too, noting how sexy she looked with her legs outstretched, and the transparent nightie clinging gently to her hips and breasts. She breathed hotly.
"She's a fantastic lay," Bill whispered in answer to an earlier question. He was referring to Barbara, the wife next door. For the past fifteen minutes he and his sister had been freely discussing each other's recent sex experiences. It was no secret that they both got turned on hearing about those intimate things which the average uptight brother and sister never talked about.
"I'll bet she is!" Judy said, squirming suddenly as Bill's finger went higher, nearly touching the bushy hair around her vagina. She wanted him to touch her cunt. His teasing caresses were making her crazy.
But he continued to tease while describing in detail his most recent fucking of their neighbor. During the account, his fingers dipped several times into the sopping-wet clutching lips of Judy's cunt. But he never left his hand there for more than two seconds. He was tormenting her deliberately, and she knew that sooner or later she would beg him to rub her clitoris, just the way she had begged so many other times. They would probably end up like always, their hands busy on each other's genitals, bringing each other to orgasm.
There was something special on Judy's mind, though, and she wanted to talk to her brother about it before her lust made her too hot to think.
It was the reason she had slipped into Bill's room so late at night.
These past several days she had witnessed further deterioration of her mother's emotional state. The woman never smiled, she bitched more about the way Judy dressed and the length of Bill's hair. Her whole world was broken into tiny bits, and she seemed to have nothing left to live for. She never talked about Hal's arrest, yet that seemed to be the only thing on her mind. But she's so pretty, Judy thought, and so young just thirty-three – and it's not too late for her to live a more rewarding life! Despite the ideological differences between her and her mother, Judy truly loved the woman. Tonight Judy had thought again of the outrageous scheme she had devised at the recent party by the lake. The way to broaden her mother's mind was through sex. She had learned from a psychology book the importance sex plays in developing a well-balanced personality. And she knew from observing the girls in her class. Those who were leading open, honest sex lives were always happiest and more tolerant of other people and things. Those who were still virgins or who felt guilty about their sex experiences were unhappy and insecure about other things. Her mother, Judy felt, fitted into this latter category. She was unhappy, bitchy, conservative and strict because she had never had a really satisfying sexual experience. And Judy intended to do something about this. She knew exactly the right male to seduce her mother – Ralph. Young, handsome, experienced Ralph. Judy had taken careful note of the sex-hungry way Arlene had eyed Ralph whenever he visited Bill. Judy would bet a month's allowance that her mother thought about Ralph when she masturbated. And her mother did masturbate. Several times at night when her father was away, Judy had heard Arlene alone in bed gasping in sexual heat. Yes, Ralph was just the person to fuck Arlene right out of her uptight mind and into sensual awareness.
"Bill, I've got to talk about something serious!" Judy said, half panting as she brought her legs tightly together in an effort to stop her brother from petting her for the time being.
"What is it, Sis?" His hand was trapped between the overheated flesh of her thighs. He stopped his movements and waited for her to answer.
"It's about Mom," she whispered.
"What about her?" Bill grumbled, somewhat irritated at this sudden and unexpected change of subject.
Judy shifted around, drawing her feet up off the floor and repositioning herself on the bed. She sat facing her brother, her knees drawn up to her breasts and her arms wrapped around her shins for support. Bill's hand had been forced to leave the area of her thighs, and he now sat cross-legged, his hands limp and to his sides, looking at his sister in her see-through nightie.
"Don't you see how unhappy Mom's been lately?" Judy probed.
"Yeah, I guess so."
"Why do you think that is?"
Bill didn't like it when his sister took on a pretense of superiority and peppered him with probing questions, but he knew she was trying to get at something, so he answered. "Because of Dad's being in jail and her being alone…"
"No!" Judy interrupted. "That's only a small part of it. She isn't getting enough sex, that's her problem."
A small frown gathered on Bill's forehead as he considered this last statement. He never thought about his mother's sex life. In fact, the concept of his mother in bed fucking made him uneasy. And yet, here was his pretty sister bringing the subject right into the open as if it were the most natural thing in the world. He thought about what Judy had said. His mother wasn't getting enough sex. Yes, now that Judy had blurted out the words, it seemed perfectly obvious to him. But where was this conversation leading? What would his sister say next?
She said nothing at all for a while. Bill's eyes timidly traveled up from her legs where he'd been staring. His glance crossed her jutting breasts and lifted more until he was looking her straight in the eyes. There was a certain electricity passing between them. They had always been able to talk guiltlessly about sexual matters. But this – this sexual matter about their own mother presented a new barrier. But the barrier was crumbling. As they stared deeply into each other's eyes, a new understanding formed between them. Simultaneously, knowing smiles formed on their lips.
"What our mother needs is…" Judy said at last, letting her voice fade into silence.
They giggled then, happily, suddenly, and together they finished Judy's sentence: "A GOOD FUCK!"
They began to laugh hysterically, trying to stifle their gleeful giggles, but barely succeeding. It was all so outrageous and wicked, but they had said the words together, and now it was right out there in the open. Their mother needed a good fuck. They had agreed on it. And now it was easy for Judy to tell Bill about the plan she had, how she and her brother would go somewhere tomorrow night, and how Ralph would come to the house to seduce their mother.
Even as she was spilling out the plan to her somewhat uneasy but attentive brother, his hand had again gone between her legs and she had opened her knees to let him play with her. His fingers did not tease around her inner thighs this time. Instead he placed a finger directly on her vagina. She gasped as she felt his touch against her wildly excited clitoris, and she spread her legs still wider. She reciprocated instantly, her hand going to the front of his pajamas and finding his cock pushing up at the thin material.
She squeezed tightly.
"Ah, Sis!" he cried.
"You want to make me come, baby brother?" she teased.
He hated to be called baby brother except at times like this. Under these circumstances, his sister's words meant something different. She meant baby brother in a loving, deeply sexual way, and he thrilled to the hot tone of her voice.
"Take your pajamas off, baby brother!" she whispered, her eyes still fixed heatedly on his. Her lips were open, her tongue making sexual circuits of her mouth.
Bill withdrew his hand from Judy's warm cunt. He undid the buttons along the front of his pajama shirt. Then he discarded the garment and rolled back onto his shoulders, his legs in the air while he worked his pants up across his knees, over his feet and off. As he stripped, Judy pulled her nightie over her head and flung it aside to join his pajamas on the floor.
Again they stared at each other for a long moment, their eyes magnetized by passion.
Judy's gaze dropped. She saw his hugely erect penis and couldn't restrain a hot gurgle from forming in her throat. She reached for the cock, felt it ooze sticky liquid into her palm as she stroked it. Her brother lay flat on his back, and she crawled up beside him while continuing to hold his penis. She kissed him. It was a wet, savage kiss that conveyed to him exactly how horny she really felt. Judy couldn't remember ever feeling so turned on. It always got her excited when she touched her own brother's erection, but tonight she was especially horny. The long discussion with Bill during which he had told her how he had fucked Barbara next door and she had related the way in which she acted at the cabin – that made her plenty hot. And his skillful petting coupled with the lewd talk about getting Ralph to fuck their mother – it was too much. She was one solid hunk of seething, tingling female flesh.
While she kissed her brother, she leaned into him. She straightened her legs to parallel his. Her pelvis pressed against his hip, her vagina slid against the top of his nearest thigh. The sensation was overpowering. Like a feverish whore she began to rock up and down against him. The pressure she exerted caused her cunt lips to open and suck onto his flesh as she squirmed.
She squeezed his cock harder and moved up and down against his leg with wilder determination. She wanted to fuck herself against her brother's thigh, fuck fast and furious until she came. The bed made crazy noises of protest which blended with her gasps and his.
"I'm so hot! Oh, Billy, you'd never believe how hot I am!" she murmured into his open mouth.
He responded by looping his hips madly off the mattress, fucking up at her clutching hand.
Her cunt lips grew more puffy as she rubbed them against his thigh, and it seemed like the syrupy liquid would never stop flooding out of her vagina. She thought, God, I've never been so wet! What's happening to me? She positioned herself more on top of him, mashing her breasts wildly into his chest. She threw one leg up over his thigh so that one knee was between his legs. She was now able to grind straight down upon his thigh, applying more pressure. Sparks of erotic sensation danced in her brain. She french kissed Bill so hotly that they both found trouble breathing.
Then she wiggled up a little higher and worked her way more to the center of his body so that his cock touched the hot edge of her cunt.
Had it happened accidentally? Judy wondered. Or had she done it on purpose? Was it possible that in her madly aroused condition she had deliberately guided her brother's erection against her cunt? Had she subconsciously wanted her brother's hot young penis pressed against her passion-soaked vulva?
Did she want to get fucked by her own brother?
She didn't have any answers. She only knew she was going crazy with the feel of his penis touching between her legs. She told herself silently to move away, to reposition herself so she could again work her cunt up and down against his thigh. But she felt physically unable to comply with her own wishes. She held her body perfectly still, only her hand moving. As she squeezed along the thick trunk of his cock, she felt the crown bulging out against the swollen lips of her sensitized vulva.
Wrestling her tongue aside with his own, Bill managed to blurt, "Put it in, Sis!"
Her brother's direct plea only served to augment her already incredible lust. A throbbing dizziness engulfed her brain. Still, she couldn't put his penis inside her – she just couldn't. But why not? She'd done everything else with Bill besides fuck him. Why not that, too? Why not…
Incest! No, she couldn't bring herself to do it. Even though her body craved to be fucked, ached and lusted as it never had before, she couldn't make the simple twist of her wrist that would have guided her brother's rock-hard cock into her flooded and tingling vagina.
He lunged up at her, and her instant response was to push down on his cock until it was mashed flat against his belly with no chance of making the penetration. She felt more of his semen escape onto her fingers as she pressed hard.
"Please, Sis!" he whined.
She pulled her mouth back from his and stared into his desperate eyes.
"I can't," she gasped.
"Why? Fuck me, Sis, please, fuck me! Why not?"
That same question – why? Why did she feel so reluctant to initiate the act? Intellectually, she saw nothing wrong with it. Was she being prudish? If it wasn't wrong, why was she denying herself something she wanted so badly?
"I can't wait, Sis! I gotta fuck you! Please!"
Beneath her he arched his body, struggling to free his imprisoned cock from her hand. His fingers went behind her thighs, then around, then up until they slid around the gooey rear area of her vagina.
She hissed hotly down on him. She whimpered, and her hips began to squirm from side to side.
"Please, just this once!" Bill begged.
"I'll jack you off instead," she said, her words coming in broken wheezes of passion.
"No!"
"Yes, let me jack you off, baby brother, and you can come all over me and…"
"Please!" His voice was becoming higher in pitch. "Put it in! I just gotta fuck you, Judy!"
She continued to shift her weight. The thick bottom end of his erection rubbed back and forth against her cunt lips, making her gasp hotly. The pressure was teasing her clitoris, making the knob ache for release.
"We can suck each other!" she whispered as a last resort, her voice almost obliterated because of her harsh panting.
"Fuck!" he hissed. He had tried to utter a full sentence, but that was the only word that had come out. He said it once more, more forcefully.
"You're my brother!" she said.
"So what?" His response was immediate.
So what! The words cut like a hot sword into Judy's brain. Why was she being so irrational? She prided herself on her logic; her classmates looked to her for leadership. And here she was acting like her mother – putting restrictions on herself without any logical reason. And here was her own brother, whom she considered less mature than herself mentally, making a mockery of her inhibitions. So what, he had said. So what if he was her brother. She did want to fuck him. She was hot out of her skull. Her whole body was alive with desire, her breath coming in chaotic spurts, her vagina soaked with the evidence of her need.
She repositioned her body without really thinking about it. She slid up several inches and loosened the firm downward pressure of her hand against Bill's penis. Once again, the head of his cock brushed the puffed-out folds of her vulva, as an ultra-hot surge of lust swept up her spine.
"Yeah! Do it, Sis! Shove it in!"
She was almost beyond control now. Yet, from her quivering lips came the words, "Just around the outside! I'll let you rub it around the outside of my pussy!"
But Bill was too aroused to compromise. He twisted his hips in an effort to jam his penis into his sister's overheated channel. His wrists were tight against the backs of her thighs, his fingers holding the lips of her pussy wide open.
Despite Judy's whimpering protests, she held her legs wide open and secretly hoped that his cock would thrust into her cunt – maybe just an inch or so, and then she could expel it right away.
His erection battered against the opening of her vagina. The whole head of it sank in for a split second. The agonizing thrill was more than Judy had expected, and she cried out hotly. But then, because they were both squirming so frantically, the crown slipped back out and rested against her vulva just below her clitoris.
She looked down at her brother's face and saw the raw, twisted lust written on him. His mouth gaped open once, but he said nothing.
Then he was pleading, "Judy! Please, oh, Sis, let me fuck you! I'll do anything! Please!"
The feel of his cock raking back and forth across her clitoris as he swiveled his hips was too much for Judy to endure. She knew the fight was over, and she was glad. She splayed her legs still wider until her toes were digging into the sheets on each side of his ankles.
"All right!" she hissed. "I'm going to fuck you, little brother! I'm going to fuck you like crazy! Just tonight, just this once and never again!"
Then she threw her whole weight down on him, covering his mouth with a jamming soul kiss while her hand helped his erection slip into the unbelievably wet pit between her thighs.
"Oh, yes!" she groaned as the staff glided into her slit.
He was all the way in. They froze for ten seconds, growing accustomed to the feel of each other. Then Judy began to move. She lifted her ass and slammed her belly down against him. She screwed hard and briskly, panting both from arousal and exertion. She was powerless to oppose the storm of sexual bliss that consumed her. All her energy, her every twitch and quiver, was directed against her brother's hard young cock. She wanted it. She wanted his sperm to fill her, to overflow and mingle with her own juices. She wanted to give Billy one hell of a ride; she wanted him to know just how good a fuck she really was.
Their tongues stirred about in each other's mouth. They moaned with their lips sucking together. Judy's tits tickled deliciously as she brushed them against Bill's soft, sweating chest.
"Give it to me, Billy!" she wailed. "Fuck your come right up into me!"
He was jerking spastically beneath her. It thrilled her to know how hot she was making him. She clutched with her cunt, making him moan louder and squirm.
She spread her legs wider than she thought possible, the muscles screaming silently in her thighs. Her toenails scratched viciously across the sheets. Her arms flung up above their heads, her fingers curling into the pillow.
"Keep fucking, Sis!" His cry was followed by a long, inhuman groan that sent a thrill sailing up Judy's spine.
His fingers still spread her cunt open wide while he jammed himself into her. His thumbs played with her anus, one wedging into the spongy opening and making her scream in tormented ecstasy.
"Ah, ahh, aahhh! Fuck me, baby brother! Fuck me, fuck me! I'm going to come already! You, too! Yes, come too, Billy! Come, come, come, come!" The sound of her own heated words mingling with Bill's bellowing gasps excited Judy beyond belief. She had never known such sexual hunger. Her whole self seemed aflame; every inch of her quaking, perspiring body seemed to crave release.
Then her orgasm was upon her – a thunderous, straining climax that sent her bucking around like a demented whore on top of her horny brother.
She stretched out stiffly, her fingernails ripping through the pillowcase, her hair hanging down into Bill's contorted face, perspiration running wildly from her forehead. Her cunt clasped and contracted, milking at the rapidly driving penis.
Bill cried piteously and arched his body rigidly at her. He came.
"Oh, Sis, now! I'm shooting it in you!" he grunted.
She bit lightly against his lips, feeling the blast of sperm crash with great force against the inner walls of her convulsing pussy. She whimpered, then screamed.
"Yes, yes, yes, fuck, fuck, fuck!" she sobbed. And she kept coming.
His sperm spilled out of her pussy in a hot river, gushing down over her thighs and his testicles, dampening the sheets. And she continued to climax right along with him, her mind oblivious to everything but sex as she made stiff, jitterish movements with her hips and blurted out her passion in throaty sobs. She clenched her buttocks around his probing thumbs and howled in pleasure as his fingers played around the edges of her throbbing cunt where the juices spilled out.
"It's so good!" she finally managed to say when the heat of her climax had ebbed somewhat. The last waves of their orgasms faded, and they were left lying limply, gasping, their muscles lifeless.
They parted finally, but she didn't leave his bedroom. They talked about the plan, scheming how Bill would approach Ralph with the request that the boy seduce their mother. It was so deliciously thrilling, lying naked in bed with her younger brother, talking about it.
Ten minutes after they had finished their first fuck, Judy spread her legs so that Bill could climb above her. She hadn't really believed they would never do it again.
Arlene had thought she'd heard strange noises coming from Bill's room, but she was too wound up in her own lust to investigate.
Her dirty little fantasy was recurring, causing her to drive her fingers powerfully into her aroused vagina as she rolled between the sheets. She couldn't help herself. It was happening again and she couldn't stop it.
"Ralph!" she whispered hoarsely, tossing about beneath her own expert caresses. "Fuck me, Ralph! Fuck me!"