"Ring your ass off, you motherfucker!" Stacy Talbot growled angrily, pulling the sheet over her head. It was probably that pervert cocksucker again anyway. Three times she'd gotten out of bed to answer the phone, and each time, after saying "Hello", she'd heard in reply only a moment of breathing. Some freako who got his kicks panting into a phone. Screw him! The phone rang eleven times and she cursed at it with each jingle. It stopped. Stacy sighed in relief. Rrrriiinnnggg! Six more fucking times, and at last it stopped. This time there was no replay.
The only trouble was, she couldn't get back to sleep.
It had been a delicious night with Ellen, making love over and over till they fell into a dreamy, sexy sleep, but by that time it was after four and Ellen had a nine-o'clock call in the morning. Stacy saw her friend off, then went home to catch up on her rest.
The apartment was empty when she arrived. Mom apparently hadn't gotten home yet. Well, that was only to be expected. The last time Stacy had seen her mother she was with Roger, and when those two got it on – she didn't expect Connie before evening, if at all. Why in the fuck her mother didn't let Roger move into the apartment Stacy couldn't begin to guess. She balled the guy, and she loved it. Why didn't she just shack with him? Didn't she know that this was 1976? It was okay to live together.
Like she and Ellen were going to do, Stacy mused. She hoped Connie wouldn't be too hurt. They'd still see each other, of course. They were too tight to break up. But Ellen was somebody special, and Stacy could love her without having to share the privilege. It was the perfect situation. Connie could make it with Roger, and Stacy with Ellen.
She threw off the covers and lay glowing naked atop the bed. End of the week they'd move in together, but not in that scungy building near the Village. It was a bad neighborhood, even for. New York, and with two ladies sharing they'd need more room anyway. Tomorrow she'd check out the places advertised in the Times.
Oh, that fucking telephone had mined any sleep she might be getting. The sun filtered through her window and cast arrows of light across the room, and even when she tried closing her eyes Stacy just didn't feel like dozing any longer. It was almost noon anyway. Time for a new day to begin.
Not bothering to dress, she went into the kitchen and put Mr. Coffee on to brew. While her coffee prepared itself she set half a dozen strips of bacon frying in a skillet. The pleasant smell of food and coffee filled the room and Stacy heard her stomach growl happily in reply. A sizzle from the bacon just missed burning her tit and she stroked it protectively. She hated to wear clothes, indoors or outdoors, but there were occupational hazards to nudity all the same.
Stacy was just finishing her noon breakfast when she heard the front door open, and she went running to greet her mother. Stacy's head was full of the revelation she had to make, and she hoped Connie wouldn't be too hurt to know that her daughter was planning to leave the nest.
"Missed you," she said happily, swishing through the beaded curtain which doored the way between kitchen and living room, and then she stopped short. The person who had just come into the apartment wasn't her mother at all.
As Stacy stared at her brother Gerry she nearly forgot that she was naked, and by the time she remembered her mind told her it was too late to cover herself, and hypocritical besides. So she stood easily in the doorway. "So," she said. "It's you."
He was scarlet, his head angled away from her. "Jesus, Stace," he muttered. There was accusation in his voice, as if it were his sister's fault he had entered the place without notice and caught her naked. Fuck him! she thought angrily. Connie still hadn't gotten over the cruelty of her son's parting words to her and Stacy could not forgive Gerry for the state in which she'd found her mother that day.
She stepped into the room, bare and unashamed. She had a good body. God had made it naked, and who was Stacy Talbot to flout divine authority? "What are you doing here?" she snapped. "I thought you made it pretty damned clear what you…" Still not looking at her, he broke in, "I didn't know anyone was here. I called, and the phone just rang and rang. Look, all I dropped by for was to pick up some things I left in my room last fall. A couple of books, some clothes, a few personal items. Jesus Christ, Stace, would you put something on? This is embarrassing!"
"Then don't look," she shot back. "Go get your things. But you'd better hurry. I don't know when Mom will be back, and I sure as hell don't want her to see you."
He sidled away from her, down the hall, into his room, and she watched implacably as he went. Gerry was tall enough to play basketball, though he didn't, and she supposed that some girls would find him cute, though she didn't. He was a horse's ass. God, she thought, how did we ever wind up in the same family? Strike that. He wasn't in the family any more. He dealt himself out when he turned on Connie and rejected her out of hand. Stacy saw no need to be kind or sisterly toward him. She'd never been crazy about the asshole, and this was no time for her to start. God, let him get gone before Mom got back! If Connie was in a good mood, Gerry could get her right out of it. Stacy knew that her brother would say something foul or disgusting and cut down Connie like a hunter drops a bird.
It wasn't for his sake but for her own that she darted into her room and grabbed up a bathrobe, tossing it onto her body. Only people she liked were entitled to see her body, those and the cinema fans tasteful enough to pay admission to Hooker's Holiday. But any wino warming a back-row seat in a Times Square theater meant more to Stacy than her brother did.
When he came out of his room, carrying a boxful of trash, she was waiting for him, anger blazing on her face. The wait hadn't been good for Stacy. She had a lot of resentment toward Gerry, and she couldn't keep it from flaring up inside her. Before he left, she planned to share a few opinions with him.
"First of all," she began, "I want you to know how much you hurt your mother. When I found her that evening it scared the shit out of me. I thought she might try to kill herself. How in the name of hell could you tell your own mother she was nothing but a cheap rotten whom?" Stacy took a deep breath. She felt her tits heave inside the bathrobe, and she knew that it was gaping open at the top, but she didn't care. These were words she must speak no matter what else.
"Wait a minute," he said weakly. "I suppose you know all about this…"
"A hell of a lot more than you do! For instance, I know that she did it because someone she loves very much needed help and Mom was the only one who could give that help. If that makes her a whore, well, then…"
"Is she all you think about? What about me? How do you think I felt when I picked up that cruddy newspaper and saw my mother on the front cover? Naked! Or when I looked inside and read about what she'd done, how she was the newest thing in dirty movies? Jesus, Stace, don't you have any morals? Doesn't it make you sick to think about her doing all those filthy things in front of a camera so that everybody can see her?"
"There's nothing filthy about it," Stacy retorted. "She's a woman. She has sex impulses. Everyone does, except maybe you. I have plenty, myself, and I love Mom. I'm proud of her. In front of the camera you're talking about, she's the best actress anywhere. Not everyday can do what she does. I wish I could. But I don't have any talent." She saw him make a face.
"And as to how you felt, what does it matter? You were like I was. You had Daddy's inheritance money, and you only came home when you had to. You probably thought about her once or twice a month, unless she sent you a letter you never got around to answering. Right? To you, she was somebody living here in this apartment who always smiled when you stopped by to say hello, and you kept her in cold storage in your memory. Well, she isn't in cold storage. She's a person, a very beautiful person. I only hope I can be half the woman she is. I'm trying, by God. I'm trying!"
The words had come fast and furious, burning Stacy's throat with their impassioned ire. She had to stop for a breath, and as she did, she saw her brother's face go scarlet once again. Her body had shook and trembled as she berated him, and one of her lush, brown-nippled boobs was hanging from her robe. Such a hypocrite he was! Pretending to look away, he was still eyeing her tit like a Goddamned peeping Tom outside a bedroom window.
Stacy whipped open the robe and flaunted her nudity at him. "Get a good look," she sneered. "Or, even better, be on the watch for Hooker's Holiday at your local porno theater. I just have a small part, but they tell me I'm lookin' good, baby, lookin' good!"
His eyes bulged. "You too?" he said tightly. "You're making dirty movies too? Isn't one slut in the family enough?"
She wanted to rip his eyes out of his head. But she gazed at him implacably, up and down, and suddenly a laugh burst from her lips.
"Slut?" she taunted. "Slut? Do sluts give you erections?"
It was true, and he knew it. Stacy pointed scornfully at the front of his pants, at the hard-on which pushed them out. She laughed again. "Does it turn you on?" she wondered. "I think so." Her hand flew out, caressing the bulge of her brother's erection. She could feel the heat of him, even trough the layers of his clothing, and he was rock hard.
Stacy shook her head. "Is this what happened when you found out about Mom, too? Did you get yourself an itsy-bitsy hard-on? Bet you did, and then felt guilty about it, so you took it out on her. Huh? Well, fuck off, creep!"
He dropped his box of possessions. There was a cannon-like thump as it hit the floor, and Stacy found herself shoved up against the wall, pinned by Gerry and unable to move.
"Let go of me, you motherfucker," she panted angrily.
His first reply was to twist her wrists viciously. He pressed against her, making no effort to prevent her from feeling his stony erection, and she mewed in protest. "Don't call me a motherfucker!" he snapped.
Her body went loose where he held her to the wall, and she smiled at him. "You don't have to be so rough," she said. Her robe was still open and her bare tits shoved right against his chest. It wasn't hurting his erection. If anything he seemed to be just a bit stiffer right now. Stacy twisted her hips in a suggestive fashion, scraping her bush back and forth across the thrust-out front, of Gerry's trousers. She felt his cock quiver responsively, and her brother made a soft, choked sound, as if he were about to squirt off in his jeans. Wickedly, Stacy rubbed him again. Cum stains on his pants would be a fitting reward for Gerry.
His hands slackened their grip on her wrists. Stacy worked them free and stood looking at him. His eyes were still enlarged, his face still red. She let her hair touch his cheek, and the tremor that passed suddenly through his body was a tribute to the inspired nature of her determination.
"What do you do?" he asked softly. "In the movie, I mean."
She held her head to one side, as if she were struggling to remember. "Well," she drawled, "first I got laid doggie-style. Not what you're thinking! I mean, there was this German shepherd, and they've got him trained, and he's a real snatch-hound, see – oh, stop blushing! I'll be onscreen for maybe three minutes. I get to say a few lines, which I do terribly, and – well, it's an orgy, see, and I start licking this girl between the legs and a guy comes up and puts his thing in me, and we have kind of a threesome going. My acting is really bad, but I know how to do what I'm doing."
"What about Mom?" he asked, still in almost a whisper.
Stacy smiled benignly. "She was in it too, but how can we sell any tickets if we give away the plot? Go see it. You saw the last one, didn't you? I mean, you called her and gave her hell, but you hauled ass to see that movie. Right?"
He nodded.
"Well, this one is a lot better. If she turned you on before, she'll melt your dingus this time. Hey! Don't blush so, and don't look guilty! You should have been with me when I saw her up on screen. On second thought, maybe you shouldn't have. I got kinda physical with my date." And with her mother, too, she reminded herself.
Her brother was still leaning against her, his hard-on sticking out. She could feel it pressing on her bare body. It felt stiff and solid, certainly big enough. Funny. She'd never given a single thought to her brother and his sexual life. He must have one, but in Stacy's world Gerry didn't figure at all. Not until now.
Oh, she didn't want him. Not in that sense. At the moment Stacy was very deeply in love with Ellen Pascoe and she was certain Ellen felt the same way toward her. But she owed something to her mother, too, and if she could help reconcile Connie and Gerry, well – if it was for Connie…
She looked into her brother's face and smiled. "If you've ever wanted to take a porno star to bed, this is as good a chance as any. You coming?"
The invitation shook him, and Stacy had to undress her brother. She did it quickly, expertly, and his stiff cock sprang into sight. It wasn't as big as some of the ones Stacy had enjoyed, but it was long, thinnish, and pretty, and she didn't mind. After all, Gerry was the one with the problems, wasn't he? Connie was pretty well adjusted, and Stacy herself was loose as a goose. With baby brother acclimated to the realities.
She rolled onto the bed, lifting her knees to give him a straight-on shot at her fluffy cunt. Her fingers dropped between her thighs and she teased the slitted opening with them, humming softly as her nails scraped the tender flesh. Gerry sat on the edge of the bed watching her play finger games. He wasn't saying much, but he was still sticking out, and Stacy noticed a gleaming drop of moisture in the little slit at the tip of his dong. She'd figured him right, hadn't she?
Her hand stretched languidly toward Gerry, and he took it with trembling fingers. Stacy pulled, and he slid to join her. His body stretched out next to hers, and she let her bare, sleek thigh touch his stiffened cock. It quivered, and for a second she feared that he might spill his juices on her leg, where they certainly didn't belong. Vice is nice, she told herself, but incest is best.
"Have you ever done it before?" she asked. "With a girl?"
He started to nod, but he hesitated, then shook his head slowly.
"Really?" Stacy giggled. "You mean I get your cherry? Far out!"
She took his cock in hand, stoking it thoughtfully. His flesh was warm and stiff, but that was how all men felt when they were hard. She still preferred girls, and Ellen in particular, but Gerry wouldn't be so bad. Not with her sure body to guide him. Stacy twisted around and brought her head to the pole of his cock. She touched him again, stroking up and down the stalk with her fingertips, and then she kissed him squarely upon the tip. Her lips pulled away, taking with them the taste and dampness of the little bubble of cum she'd noticed a moment ago. It had a fresh, virginal flavor, reminding her once again that this would be her first male cherry.
Stacy flicked her tongue on Gerry's dick, softly, gently, just enough to let him know that she was getting down to business. He jiggled at the touch of her tongue, but her hand held him firmly while she licked up and down, dabbing him from corona to scrotum. She thought about sucking his balls, but why bother? If this was his first time out he wouldn't know the difference. Let somebody else teach him that little trick.
She put the tip of his cock against her lips, kissing it with a growing eagerness. As she maintained the kiss she began to part her lips, very slowly, allowing his knob to slide inside their softness. Immediately the end of his prick bumped her teeth, the sudden resistance making him shudder and moan. Stacy patted his tummy in reassurance. It was all right, she thought. She wasn't going to bite him. And if she did, he'd love it.
Her teeth gave way gradually, sensuously, and his prickhead started to move between them. She kept her teeth set just firmly enough to scrape the head of his dong, and she rubbed the upper ones provocatively on the rim of his coronal bulge as it slid past. Again a shudder, again a moan, this time more pronounced in each case. Stacy closed her mouth upon him and started to suck on the tip of his cock. It was one of her favorite tricks from the days when she loved men and women equally, and she hadn't forgotten it in spite of her recent exposure to the light of truth.
He was like a big, warm lollipop in her mouth, and she sucked with the enthusiasm of a child just given a delicious piece of candy. One of her hands tickled up and down the exposed part of Gerry's dick, the other cupping his scrotum in a warm, cuddling grip. Now and then she squeezed his bag of nuts, just to let him know she was still in charge, and his hands petted her hair in gratitude.
"God, Stacy," he whispered in a mixture of fright and ecstasy, "how did you learn to do that? It's just like I always dreamed it would be, when a girl made love to me with her mouth."
He was getting one of the best, she wanted to tell him, but her mouth was full and it wasn't polite to try to speak then. Instead she threw a couple of clever twists into her sucking, sexy wrinkles she'd picked up during several years of experimentation, and Gerry responded like one of Pavlov's dogs. She could almost hear the saliva that must be dripping from his mouth. And there was plenty of juice in her own mouth, too, juice that flowed from her salivary glands to bathe her brother's cock in its hot moisture. Her tongue fluttered around and around the tip of him, dancing on the purple, peeled-grape smoothness of his glans, once in a while pushing at the opening in his cockhead.
Utile bubbles of cum seeped from him, and his hands gripped her head, his cock thrusting in an effort to lunge itself fully into her mouth. Stacy was too old a hand at this to let him take charge of the action, and she told him so with warning scratches of her teeth on Gerry's most sensitive, most precious possession. Some girls might be willing to let men fuck their mouths while they lay back in resignation, but Stacy wasn't one of those girls. She was, in all due modesty, one of the ten best cocksuckers in the world, or so she liked to imagine, and she took a backseat to no one.
She kept sucking his knob, her fist closing on his shaft and easing into a slow, sexy up-down motion. As she mouthed him she kept one eye trained on his face. Stacy could tell when a man was near the point of no return, and she didn't want Gerry to lose control. Not till she was ready for him to lose control. There! His eyes rolled in their sockets, a sure giveaway of his condition. She let his cock bounce from her sucking mouth and she squeezed it with thumb and finger, just below the swollen, purple head. He groaned in reply, as if it were killing him, but when his eyes opened they had recovered a degree of calmness.
"Okay," Stacy grinned, rising to her knees. "It's time for lesson number two."
She straddled his supine body and guided his dick toward the opened gap of her furry cunt. The head pushed inside her, and she swayed left and right, allowing him to bask in the pleasure of his first cuntal insertion. Then she sank upon him, taking his cock home, and giving him a real memory to treasure.
His cock plumbed her cunt from beneath, and she could feel the tip of his long snakelike organ when it touched the mouth of her uterus. That was a pleasant sensation, when she was in the mood for it, and if he wasn't as thick as some of her past lovers, he was longer than a lot of them.
There was no need to pretend. Stacy grooved on the feel of Gerry's cock buried in her snatch, almost as much as he dug having it there.
She heard his voice, as though from a distance: "Uh, Stace," said her brother, "are you on the pill or anything? I think I'm going to cum, but I didn't wanta…"
Wasn't he thoughtful! Stacy couldn't remember the last time a guy had asked her if she had any insurance against knockup. Maybe he had a few redeeming qualities after all. She'd have to give it some thought, of course, but maybe…
And she hadn't been taking her pills the last day or so. Just too damned busy, what with her scene coming up and last night's even juicier scene with Ellen. Better play it safe. She disconnected herself quickly, plopping down beside her brother. "Thanks for reminding me," she said, just before she stuffed his cock back into her wet-lipped mouth.
This time she didn't fuck around. She sucked his knob with a vigor she'd almost forgotten she possessed, and her hand flew on his rod. He moaned, he groaned, he twisted and he writhed, but her mouth and hand were in complete charge of his pecker and when she was ready to accept it.
He was almost in tears as she used him, and his voice was reduced to a series of racking, passionate sobs of joy. Stacy ignored all that and concentrated on her duty. She used her hand to empty his nuts of their cummy product, and she drank it down like the liberated lady she was delighted to be. He tasted nice, even if he was her stupid little brother.
Cum dripped from her mouth when she raised her head. The sight seemed to drive him wild with renewed desire, but his cock wouldn't respond to the demands of his heart. Gerry grabbed his wet, limp organ and fondled it passionately, grimacing as it refused to harden on demand. Stacy sat back, licking her lips and smiling with superiority. A girl never had to worry about the failure of an erection, she reminded herself. Chalk one up for our side.
"Hey, don't sweat it," she told Gerry. "You have to refill."
"I know," he groaned, "but I want to do it again."
"Some other time, maybe. Now, you get dressed and haul ass out of here. Like I told you, I don't know when Mom will be back, and I…"
"Oh," he sighed, "how can I be angry with her now? You're right, Stace. When I saw her pictures, when I read that article, I didn't know what was happening to me. I got mad, and I got horny too. And the movie! God, when it finally bit Albany I couldn't decide whether to go or to burn down the theater. I saw it five times. Can you believe that? Five times! Stace – is it a sin to want to – to do it to your mother?"
"No more than doing it to your sister," she laughed. "Even so – let me prepare her for you. Okay? And if you start in on that bullshit you gave her before, I'll cut your nuts off. Right?"
"Don't worry," he protested, involuntarily covering his cock with his hand. "I don't think I have as much confusion in me now."
"And nowhere near as much jism," Stacy added slyly. "So go. Are you on break now? Great! Meet me tomorrow by the lion in front of the pubic library. I'll tell you how it stands. Remember – Mom may not want to see you. But I'll sound her out. That's the best I can promise. Deal?"
"Deal!" It seemed so funny to Stacy, shaking hands to seal the bargain after the intimacy that she and her brother had just shared.
Gerry had been gone for over an hour when Stacy heard her mother come in. Her mother's bouncy brightness seemed even more pronounced than usual, and Stacy wondered why Connie looked so happy. "You must have had a hell of a nice night," she said.
Connie smiled. "We did," she confessed proudly.
"Stacy, sit down. I want to talk to you a moment. There! Roger asked me to marry him. Do you think I should?"
"If you want to," Stacy replied. "Personally, I think marriage is for the birds. If I loved him, I'd move in with him and tell the world to fuck itself. But that isn't your scene."
"You don't think I'm too old? Stacy, he's not quite thirty."
"Even better," said her daughter. "You'd have to find two forty-year-old men to dish out as much cock as he carries around. Marry him, Goddamn it! Don't you get tired of walking down to the Village to spend the night with him? Anyway – you'll need someone to share this big old apartment. I have a little surprise for you. I'm sort of getting married myself."
"Who?"
Stacy simpered prettily. "Ellen. We're going to move in together and let the world go fuck itself. Not shocked, are you?"
"Not if you want that," Connie replied. "You're a big girl and you know what you like best. No, don't touch me there! I'm sore all over. Roger and I planned our next film, and we even cast the second lead. Remember Denise Gayle, the girl I subbed for? The one who got me rated X? She's a very sweet person, and I think she might go places. God, I hope she doesn't upstage me too much."
"Don't sweat it," Stacy chided. "Listen, talk about happy endings. Both of us are getting our hearts' desires, huh? The rewards of virtue. Can I be your maid of honor?"
"Of course. Lord! I hadn't even thought about wedding protocol, Stacy. We'll keep it small and very private. Just family and our closest friends."
"Family? Are you going to invite Gerry?"
Connie frowned, and her eyes glittered as they filled with unshed tears. "Stacy, why did you have to…"
Stacy went to her mother and she cuddled Connie's head on her breast. "Don't cry," she commanded. "I didn't say that to hurt you. This is the day for surprises, it would appear, and I think I have a really big one for you."