For a long time that night, Jeff lay staring at the muted shadows.on the ceiling of the bedroom, smoking a dozen or so cigarettes in the darkness and listening to the night sounds. His life had certainly changed in the past few days. It was almost as though the old Jeff Clausen never existed. All his marital troubles with Rhoda seemed like a million years ago. Even the sex they'd had-the good and the bad-seemed like long ago.
He stared at the curling smoke in the shadowed room, trying to remember what it had been like with his wife. Was it as good as with the three young girls he'd known these past days? He couldn't believe it ever had been, not even at first, That first time he balled Sally in the pool, he thought it was a freak thing, something that had happened by chance and would never be repeated. But it had been repeated, not only with Sally but with Sue and now with Judy. And each time he'd liked it better and better. Young pussy. Jeez, he'd never imagined anything could be so good. Those three little cunts were so warm and tight-he shivered thinking about them. Was part of the fascination the fact that the girls were also his nieces? Christ no, that was impossible.
Yeah? A fragment of memory came back to him, a glimpse of forgotten childhood. Edythe had always been mature for her age and the fact that she was several years older than Jeff made her quite grown up in his eyes. She'd matured early, he remembered that only too well. He recalled noticing the budding tits under her sweaters, the whispered consultations she'd had with ma about girl stuff, and how all of a sudden she didn't seem like a kid anymore. It made him wonder about a lot of things-and it made him curious enough to peek through the crack of her bedroom door one night when the folks were gone and she was getting ready to go out with some of her girl friends.
She was dressing, or getting ready to. Standing in front of the big mirror on the back of her bathroom door, she'd dropped the towel wrapped around her and stood naked looking at herself. Jeff stared as she examined her breasts, small soft peaks that were capped with the dark circles of the nipples. She lifted them, cupped them in her hands and tried to bulge them bigger than they were. She ran her fingertips over the nipples, playing with herself until the tips surged out and looked hard. Her eyes were shining and bright, like she was enjoying it a lot, and her lips were parted so that she could flick a pink tongue over them from time to time.
Jeff had to be careful at the door so she wouldn't hear his hard breathing. He'd seen a few pictures of naked women in magazines. Hell, all the guys at school hid stuff like that from their folks and passed it around to other kids. But this was different, and a lot more exciting. Seeing his sister's naked body, even though her tits were small and she was only a kid gave him an inner thrill he couldn't define.
After a long time, she let go of her tits and ran her hands down her body, pressing hard at her flat belly and where her waist was beginning to narrow. Then she spread her feet, standing with legs apart so she could move her hands into the V of the creamy white thighs. He hadn't noticed the soft fuzz of golden hair until she began to comb her fingers through it, then he couldn't take his eyes off it. What did the guys call it? Cunt-cunt hair-pussy! Jeez!
She pushed her hands between her legs and her eyes closed as she sighed and sort of moaned. He couldn't see her fingers anymore and he guessed they were buried in the thatch of blonde hair-or maybe inside her cunt. The idea excited him so much that he forgot his caution and moaned softly with the sudden pain that hit his groin. He could feel his cock getting hard, just like it did when he woke up sometimes with wet dreams.
Edythe turned from the mirror and gasped, staring at him, then yelling, "What are you doing there?!"
Hypnotized, he pushed the door open and entered the room. He couldn't take his eyes off her; his heart was hammering like a drum and he felt sweaty all over.
"You little creep-get out of here!" She was almost crying, but something in her tone told Jeff she wasn't really mad. It was something else. Then he saw that her hand was still in her cunt; she hadn't been able to stop.
"Let me touch it," he said.
For a minute, she stared, shaking like a leaf in a soft breeze. Her glance went to his jeans and the small hard bulge where his cock was pressing against the cloth. She moved away from the mirror and toward the bed, still watching him and holding herself. Tears were running along her cheeks but she seemed not to notice. She sat on the edge of the bed, then all of a sudden fell back, jerking her legs up so she could plant her feet on the edge of the bed. With her legs spread that way, he could see her hand cupped into her cunt, the fingers buried in the wet, red folds of her love nest. Her breath almost strangled him as he came close and put his hand out to her.
Her cunt was warm and wet. She grabbed his hand with her sticky wet fingers and began to push Ms fingers where hers had been. "Touch it, do it, oh God, hurry-"
Then he was playing inside her, rolling Ms fingers in the dark wet tunnel, feeling the layers of soft, silky flesh that surrounded the heavenly hole, and watching the whole scene with wide eyes and avid interest. Edythe was moaning and twisting on the bed, grabbing the bedspread and clutching it like a lifeline.
"More, do more, go in more!" She tried to push her body onto his hand. Her hips began to bounce and she helped him set up a steady pounding rhythm in her cunt. Her eyes were glazed and her pink tongue was caught between her teeth.
"I like it," she whispered hoarsely.
"Yeah… "
"Have you ever done it?"
"No, jeez, no."
"Want to?"
"I don't know how."
"Your cock is hard."
He looked down and saw the tight lump at his crotch. It hurt like hell.
"Take off your pants. Hurry-"
He had to let her go in order to unzip the jeans and yank them down. She was so impatient that she was pulling at him before he got them off, dragging him on top of her and spreading her legs to grab his body between them. She reached down for his cock, and he almost yelped with pleasure when he felt her tight fist around it. It was hard, and it felt very hot.
She steered him where she wanted him, right into the wet, red hot pussy she'd lathered up with her own hands and then with his. His cock sank in as if it was diving into quicksand. In half a second his prick was swallowed up by the hungry pussy. It was so incredibly warm and wonderful that for a moment it took his breath away. But Edythe couldn't wait. Her hands were at his narrow boyish hips, pushing and pulling until he was fucking in and out of her like a piston. He could feel his cock strain like it never had in a wet dream. Looking down at her, he saw the hard tips of her tits jutting toward him. He wanted to grab one but he didn't dare move and upset the beat she was holding him in. Her face was wild, her eyes rolling them finding him and begging for more.
"Fuck me," she whispered. "Oh, meee!!"
He did his best. He felt like he was on fire and all of a sudden she twisted and grabbed him to pull him hard against her. Her hips slammed up, her legs clamped around him and she began to cry. Real tears, real sobs. He got so damned scared he didn't know what to do. She was holding him so tight he couldn't move off her if he wanted to. His cock was sunken inside her, his empty scrotal sacs plastered against her wet ass crack. He could feel the hard points of her tits on his smooth chest, and he could feel the heat of her cunt sucking at his prick. She seemed much wetter all of a sudden, and he wondered if she was bleeding or something. He felt his cock go soft, the hardness scared right out of it.
After a few minutes she'd stopped sobbing and hiccupped a few times, then rolled sideways so he plopped to the bed beside her. His cock slid out of her, limp and wet against his thigh. She took several real deep breaths, then opened her eyes and looked at him. She must have seen the fright in his face because she was solicitous all at once.
"It's okay, Jeff."
"Did I hurt you?"
"No… " For a minute she looked far away. Then she sat up suddenly and pulled her bathrobe from the chair and slipped it on. Not knowing what to do, Jeff got up and began fastening his jeans, still watching his sister.
She knotted the robe sash and looked at him. "Brothers and sisters aren't supposed to do things like that. You know that, don't you?"
He nodded, unable to speak.
"But it's okay because nothing happened. I mean you didn't come or anything so it was only a game. Play. Make believe." She looked very hard at him until he finally nodded. Then she smiled. "We won't say anything to anyone ever."
He nodded again.
"I've heard some of my friends talk," she said, "and lots of them fool around like that with their brothers and sisters. It's just kid stuff, it doesn't mean anything. You'd better go to your room now and get your studying done."
"Yeah, okay." He left her then, but he hadn't been able to get much studying done. And it was a long time before he fell asleep that night too. When he did, he woke a few hours later with a wet dream and he jacked himself off with a fury he had never known before.
Thinking about it now, he realized that it was his own sister who had given him his first taste of sex and he had liked it. He hadn't come, but he'd learned a lot. He never touched Edythe again, and he never peeked at her door any more either. She began dating boys soon afterwards, and he figured she had no further need of her kid brother to play games with. She was probably getting the real thing any time she wanted it.
He laughed softly in.the darkness and reached for another cigarette. Holding a match to it, he inhaled deeply. He'd bet anything Edythe had had her first orgasm that night with him. He didn't know it at the time, he was only a stupid kid. But thinking now about the look on her face, the ecstacy she hadn't been able to mask in her eyes, he was sure of it. Hadn't he seen the same look only a little while ago in Judy's face? Judy had been more vocal in her pleasure, but then he had coaxed her Into real passion. That night so many years ago, Edythe had taken what she wanted without any regard for him, She'd used him, had her fill, then let Mm suffer his own guilt alone.
He laughed again. Boy, how times had changed! When he and Edythe were kids, sex at an early age was strictly taboo. No wonder he'd almost flipped when Sally had made such outward advances to him near the pool and then goddamn-near raped him while they were in the water. Cute little bitch! Matter of fact, all three of Edythe's kids were cute little bitches!
He finished the cigarette and stubbed it out in the filled ashtray. He heard a car stop outside, and after a few minutes, a door closed quietly and footsteps came up along the stairs. He lay silent and listened as the steps paused outside his door and someone tried the knob gently. He'd bolted the door. Hell, he needed one good night's sleep!
He fell asleep wondering which one of the twins it was who had wanted to stop by for a nightcap.