The next five days were a strange combination of heaven and hell for Trish. For the hours of each day that she was in Dave's company, the whole world seemed beautiful. They were so close in so many ways that they could have been the best of friends for years. But at the same time, each session of fucking was as if they were touching each other for the first time. It was the same intensity and screaming hunger as before, and she knew that Dave was as pleased and surprised by the situation as she was. Yet, when it came to Dave's older brother Mike, and Mike's quiet and aloof stepdaughter, the walls seemed to be high and impregnable.
Ginny simply left Trish alone, shutting up whenever the young woman entered a room, responding to any conversational questions with answers of one syllable or, or more often, just grunts of yes or no.
With Mike, however, the hostility was so open when Dave was not around that it was newly a physical force. Even when Dave was at hand, Mike would frequently get up and leave the room when Trish entered. After several attempts to break the ice with her new brother-in-law, Trish finally gave it up and developed her own defensive version of Mike's hostile behavior. She really wanted to go to Dave with her problems but decided against such a move. Dave and Mike had a hurry-up job that was soon to start, and she didn't want to add her own troubles to his business concerns.
A few days later, Dave prepared to leave for the site of the new job.
"It's only about fifty miles from here," he explained to her as he packed the van for the trip. "But since we'll be starting early every morning and working until late each night, I'm going to have to stay out there until this weekend. By then, I should be able to turn everything over to Cramer and just go up for inspection and trouble shooting."
He kissed her long and hard before he climbed into the van.
"That'll have to hold you until I get home, baby." He smiled, squeezed her tits fondly and then started the engine. "Take care of her till I get back, Mike," Dave shouted to his older brother who was standing in the doorway of the house watching the two love birds.
Mike merely waved his hand and walked back inside.
Trish watched Dave wave as the van pulled away, and she felt uneasy as she thought about spending the rest of the week alone in the house with Mike and Ginny. She walked back into the house, passed Mike who stood staring out the window ignoring her. Trish started to speak to him, but his frozen face and set shoulders made her so angry that she simply turned on her heel and stormed into the bedroom with a slam of the door.
She stared out the bedroom window toward the dirt road down which Dave's van had disappeared, then threw herself down on the bed. Trish missed the young man she had married, and he had only just left. The sheets were still rumpled and warm from Dave's body, and for a moment, she thought she could still smell the manly scent of him. That memory was almost more than she could stand, and she felt a lump rising in her throat. Even though he would only be gone a few days, she knew that his absence would leave a big emptiness in the hostile house.
And then, there was that massive cock of his. To be without that huge prick, fucking in and out, pounding and pushing gallons of his jism through her insides. The tearing convulsions of muscles during orgasm when he sprayed her guts full of cum.
Trish opened her thighs. Her robe fell open, and she began sliding her finger between the fat, fleshy flaps of her weeping cunt lips. Her pussy was still dripping from the hard fucking that Dave had given her just before he left, and she knew her cunt was still full of his hot cum that swirled and mingled with her own cunt juices to make a thick soup inside her fuck hole. With infinite slowness, she scooped her love slime up and massaged the fragrant, musky fluid over her clit and the sensitive cunt lips. Then, she took her straining clit between her thumb and middle finger and began rolling it back and forth.
In an instant, three of her fingers were fucked into the boiling depths of her cunt, and her other hand was busily kneading and torturing her tits.
"Oh, Dave," she moaned as her back arched and her hips humped forward to meet her stabbing fingers. "Oh, baby, I need your big hard cock between my legs."
The young woman heard a door slam upstairs. It sounds like the door to Ginny's room, she thought absent-mindedly as she fucked her fingers in and out of her cunt.
"Oh God, Dave!" she grunted in the midst of her lonely fantasies. "Oh yes, baby! Fuck me, Goddamnit!" She didn't bother trying to stifle her panting groans. The image of Dave's huge, juicy prick kept flashing before her mind's eye. She could imagine the thick cockhead as it sprayed gouts of scalding cum.
Her body began jerking and convulsing, totally out of control. Great, washing waves of pleasure swept back and forth over the trembling walls of her cunt, sending tongues of fiery pleasure that licked all through her guts. Finally, after one last, pounding jolt, Trish dropped back exhausted onto the bed. And with her fingertips still lodged between her cunt lips and streams of cum running down to drench the bedspread, she fell asleep.
The nap, however, was not restful. She awoke after a half hour of tossing and turning. Trish dressed and was going to the kitchen to make a fresh pot of coffee, but as she was walking past the stairs, she heard noises and voices coming from the second floor. Voices, muffled and broken, made their way down the stairs. Moans rose and fell softly through the closed door of Ginny's room.
My God, Trish thought, if she has some boy from school up there in her room, Mike will have her ass in a sling.
For a moment, Trish stood outside the door to be certain she was not mistaken. It wouldn't do to make some sort of false accusation, especially considering how bad their relationship already was. Very soon, her suspicions were confirmed.
"Oh, yeah… unnnnhh!" The girl's grunting sobs sounded through the door. "Fuck my brains out, you big-cocked stud!"
Trish opened the door silently and stood looking at the scene of rutting lust unfolding before her astonished eyes. Ginny was sitting astride the man – for it was a man and no mere boy – her back turned to Trish. The girl's long, thick blond hair was a thrashing, flailing halo that swept in frenzied abandon around her head. As her pumping, plunging ass rose and fell, Trish could see the massive shift of the man's prick glistening and shining, slick with Ginny's pussy juice.
The man's hands spanned her throbbing asscheeks and the middle finger of his right hand jabbed knuckle-deep into her puckered asshole. The young girl went crazy, leaping and thrashing against the dual entry of her youthful body.
Ginny's screaming grunts vibrated with the force of her body slamming down onto the finger and cock of her lover. From where she stood, Trish could see that the man's left hand had abandoned Ginny's tortured, reddened asscheek and was pulling at the girl's high and firm tits. The tit he tormented was stretched upward so far that Trish could see the girl lean over to suck at her own nipple.
"Eat your own tit, you little slut!" the man said as he joined in her hunching efforts, throwing his muscular hips upward to meet Ginny's pussy.
With the sound of the man's voice, Trish was so shocked that she nearly let out a gasp. When Ginny spoke again, it only served to confirm what she had suspected.
"Oh, Christ!" the girl grunted. "Fill me full of your hot cum! Fuck me, Daddy… fuck me!"
Trish stood frozen, watching as Ginny's body suddenly seemed to go spastic. The girl fucked so fast and hard that Mike's monstrous cock nearly popped out of her cunt. Just as suddenly, his body went rigid, back arched upward, ass straining. And Trish realized that he must have shot his cum into Ginny's churning pussy.
"Oooooohhhhhh!" the girl screeched. "Yes… yes! Spray my belly full of hot cream, you big-cocked son of a bitch!"
"Take it, you tight-cunted little whore!" Mike growled in his lust. "Suck all of it up into your cum-hungry pussy, Goddamn your ass!"
Trish saw the cum pouring out of the girl's cunt, saw a spray of jism splashing out of the young girl's sweet pussy lips and covering Mike's balls with a glistening coat of cream. As soon as her convulsions stopped, Ginny leaped up from his cock and dived head first between his legs, licking and sucking the cum from his balls and the base of his prick. She made hungry, slurping noises as she rooted her cum-slimed face into his crotch.
"Mmmmmm," the girl moaned, her tongue slopping and splashing in his cum puddles and sending gobs of the warm cock cream spattering over her face. "Oh, Daddy, I love to drink your jizz."
At that instant, Mike looked up and across the back of his stepdaughter's bobbing head. His eyes locked with Trish's, and for that split second, the two of them were frozen in their mutual dislike, while Ginny grunted on in her orgy of cum sucking.
Even in her deepest moment of loathing, Trish, to her own shock and shame, found herself wondering what it would be like to have Mike's immense cock buried in her cunt, to have Mike's torturing fingers rammed up her quivering asshole, to have her full, pale tits pulled and ravaged by those huge hands.
"You Goddamned, nosy bitch!" Mike bellowed, his voice filled with rage.
The sound made Ginny look up, his volume finally startling her out of her dreamy fuck lust. She turned around on the bed to face Trish, her legs spread to display her cum dripping cunt that was barely covered with fine, blonde pubic hairs. Her tits were red from Mike's savage attack, and they looked sore. But Irish realized that it would be wonderful if her own tits were so abused.
Ginny's cheeks, chin and lips were covered with a thick layer of Mike's cum. And as Trish looked on, the young girl scraped all the cock cream off with her fingers. With a sarcastic smile and defiant eyes, Ginny stared at Irish and then sucked her cum-covered fingers.
"My God, Mike!" Trish finally said. "You come up here and fuck your own daughter?"
Mike's face suddenly went cold with anger, and he raised one hand with his index finger pointing. His voice was an icy, hateful snarl. "Get your Goddamned, nosy ass out of here and shut that door. Don't ever come in again without knocking, you fucking slut!"
Trish spun on her heel, too angry to say anything else, and left the room, with a slam of the door.
"On second thought," she heard Mike shout, "don't even bother to knock. Just don't come in at all."
She heard Ginny's giggle as she hurried down the stairs.
Trish went to her bedroom and paced, trying to think what she should do. Thea she lay across the bed, trying to think of what to say to Mike and Ginny when she confronted them. Trying to think of what, if anything, she should say to Dave.
She wanted to talk to them, make them see that what they were doing was wrong. Terribly wrong. Granted, Mike wasn't really Ginny's father, so it wasn't really a case of incest. But he was definitely too old for the girl. God knows how long they've been lovers, she thought to herself. Probably since shortly after Ginny's mother died.
Most of all, Trish wanted someone to talk to while Dave was gone. Maybe if they could confront this situation, she and Mike could come to understand each other. Someone like Mike was really important to the lonely woman. Someone who was closer to her own age… especially when that someone was so handsome and had such a monstrous cock.
"Jesus Christ!" Trish groaned to herself in horror at her own thoughts. "What am I thinking about? I think I'd better take a shower to cool down a little."
She went into the stall and turned on the rush of water. It felt good, cooling against the hot flush of her skin. There, she thought to herself, that's better. I'll just have to remember to keep my thoughts away from certain things.
Trish toweled off, pulled on her robe and lay down across the bed to try and rest. But even after the relaxing shower, the young woman couldn't seem to get her mind off the image of her brother-in-law's huge cock. It had looked so massive and large as it slid in and out of Ginny's cunt, covered with gobs of the girl's pussy juice. In many ways, it had looked like Dave's beautiful prick. But in other ways, they were totally different. Dave was big and strong, but something in his attitude let a person know that he was a man who enjoyed pleasing a woman as much as he enjoyed being pleased by her.
With Mike, there was something totally different that was even reflected in the way his cock looked. His prick was somehow brutal, animalistic. She had noticed when Ginny pulled off that he had never been circumcised, and the angry-looking red knob of his cockhead pushed forward like a bloodied spearhead. There was a look, about his cock that she remembered seeing on a stud bull in a field, rampant and fierce and ready to fuck anything that got in its path.
Without thinking about what she was doing, Trish spread her thighs and began gently massaging her trembling clit. The image of that huge, red-tipped cock floated before her feverish mind's eye like a mirage that was always just out of reach.
It suddenly occurred to Trish to wonder if Ginny had sucked Mike off. The picture of that, the small boned, high-titted, young girl with her face buried in Mike's crotch, excited Trish. If the two brothers were anything alike, Trish knew that Mike's balls must be packed with gallons of thick, delicious jism.
"Oh God," Trish thought as she continued finger-fucking herself, "I've got to get over this. I could never cheat on Dave. Why can't he be here, instead of Mike? Then I wouldn't have to go through this."
Yes, she thought, rubbing her finger faster and faster over her trembling clit, I bet he was the first man that Ginny ever fucked. Trish could just imagine the gigantic cock parting those quivering, nearly hairless, virgin cunt lips. The cockshaft would have to have been greased, of course, or it would never have gotten into her tight fuckhole… the greased length of that axe-handle cock, entering slowly. She could imagine that brief second of tearing pain as the cock ripped through Ginny's cherry. The prickshaft slipping back out with the girl's virgin blood as it smeared and mixed with cum. The cries of agony from Ginny's young lips, followed shortly by moans of pleasure.
"Oh Christ, Mike," Trish whispered, "you must have fucked that little virgin's brains out." Her fingers were flying over the throbbing stub of her clit. Trish groaned louder, feeling her guts melting and churning.
"Yes!" she moaned. "Yes… fuck me, Mike! Fuck me full of your hot jizz!"
Even as she said it. Trish knew she would feel guilty later. But there was no way she could stop herself. Her cunt itched so badly for the feel of a cock that it was driving her crazy. She had to have something inside he pussy. Looking around, she saw the hair brush that Dave had used to ass-fuck her. She snatched it up with desperate fingers and stabbed the long handle into her quivering cunt.
"Aaaaaaghhhhhh… Mike!" she heard her traitorous lips pant. "Fuck me, you big bull-stud. Fuck that hot cock all the way into my pussy!"
Trish felt as if she didn't even know herself any more. She had lost all control of her screaming body, and what was even worse, she didn't care. The only thing that mattered in the whole world was her cunt. Suddenly, her guts exploded with the savagery of her orgasm. Waves of pleasure washed over her, drowning Trish in joy.
But side by side with the subsiding pleasure of the dying orgasm was an overwhelming guilt and shame. She hadn't actually been with Mike, and she couldn't imagine ever doing so. But the guilt was just as real. What would Mike think if he saw her fucking herself with a hair brush, and all the time calling his name?
The hair brush slipped out from between her pussy lips, and she let it lie where it fell, afraid to put her hands anywhere near her ever-hungry cunt. She was afraid of what might happen if she didn't stop herself now. Yet, what could possibly happen? Mike hated her, and he wouldn't have anything to do with her – even if she did want to fuck him.
It's loneliness, she told herself. I miss Dave, and that's all it is. Trish moaned, squirming with fuck-lust.
"Oh Ginny," she moaned. "How lucky to be broken in like that, to have that big cock jammed into your cunt and then to suck up all his cum."
Trish suddenly locked her jaw to block her own words. Nevertheless, the guilt she felt was no less troublesome. Trish decided then and there that she had to talk this whole thing out with Mike.
As she lay there thinking about her problem, she heard the front door slam. A moment later, Trish heard Mike call from the top of the stairs. His voice was full of hostility and sarcasm. "Hey, sister dear," he bellowed, "I think there's some talking that needs to be done here."
"What do you mean?" Trish asked, leaning against the door and feeling the vibration of her heart as it pounded.
"You know exactly what I mean," he replied. "I told Ginny to go out riding for a while so you and I could talk alone. I'm gonna take a shower. Come on up whenever you feel ready to listen."
Trish heard the bedroom door slam upstairs, and then the house grew painfully quiet. The only sounds seemed to be her own heart pounding violently and the ticking of the grandfather clock that stood in the hallway just outside her bedroom door. Somewhere in the hall she heard Dave's big, Irish wolfhound, O'Connell, sighing in his sleep. Everything else seemed so terribly still, and she couldn't understand why this made her so uneasy.
When she emerged from the room, Trish was looking around as if she expected some sort of ambush. "Oh, this is ridiculous," she scolded herself. "Mike and I are perfectly reasonable adults. We will just sit down and talk this out in that way."
Upstairs, she could hear the reassuring sound of his shower. And Trish decided that she would make herself more presentable. She went back to her room, brushed her long, black hair, and sprayed just the faintest mist of perfume at the angle of her throat and across her tits. Before she realized what she was doing, Trish had also applied a faint spray to her pussy hairs.
About halfway up the staircase she heard the sound of the shower stop. When she reached his door, Trish knocked.
"Come on in and make yourself comfortable." His voice was muffled by the closed door between his bedroom and the shower. "I'll be out in a minute."
Mike's tone had always bothered Trish. It was too confident, too self-assured, regardless of what situation he might be in. Here she had just caught him fucking his stepdaughter, and from his voice, they could be getting together to talk about mowing the lawn.
Trish was looking out the window toward the woods when the bathroom door opened behind her. She turned, prepared to confront her brother-in-law, but she was not ready for the sight that met her eyes.
Mike was stark naked. He had broad shoulders and a massive chest with narrow waist and hips. He was seven years older than Dave, but he had managed to pass the forty mark with no perceptible changes except for a distinguished touch of gray in the temples of his thick, curly black hair.
"Well, sister dear," he smirked, "are you ready for our little talk?"
As Trish stood in stunned silence, her mouth hanging open, she realized that height was not the only category in which her brother-in-law surpassed her husband. Standing this close, she realized that Mike's cock was at least an inch longer than Dave's, putting it at over eleven inches. The cockshaft itself had to be an inch larger in circumference than Dave's, and the cockhead was too much to be believed.
Animal, she thought to herself again when she saw that huge, wet, red prick-knob standing out.
Mike interrupted her. "I asked if you were ready." The cruel smile never left his lips. His eyes glittered cold, like sunlight on an ice field.
"What do you mean, ready? Ready for what?"
"For our little talk," Mike answered, moving forward easily, quietly, holding her paralyzed like a bird before a snake. "Actually," he continued, as Trish began backing up from him until she felt the window pane against her back, "I probably should have just called it my little talk. It's gonna be a one-way discussion because your mouth is gonna be so full of my cock that you won't be able to get a word in edgewise."
Mike finally reached her and took both of her wrists into one of his massive hands.
"Mike," Trish protested, "what do you think you're doing? Let go of me – right now!"
"You don't hear too well, do you?" His voice came out as a hissed and husky whisper. "I said I was gonna do all the talking here. You've got a whole lot more important stuff to do than jabber. So, what say you and I get on with the festivities?"
The brutal man yanked her up against his nakedness and clamped his open lips against her mouth, pressing harder and stabbing with his hot tongue until she finally had to tolerate it just for the sake of drawing a breath. The long, thick slab of Mike's tongue forced its way into her mouth until Trish thought she would choke on it.
Trish found herself wishing she had stayed in her bedroom and locked the door.