“It will be so good.”
“You'll cry with pleasure!”
“I'll scream!”
“You'll come with his cock!”
“Darling!” she shouted, “you've excited me so much that I could come with any cock…”
CHAPTER ELEVEN
For two hours, I continued to rub her cunt. Then, when Harry's car stopped outside, I ordered Jackie to go back to her room. An instant later, my brother joined his wife. I slid into the corridor, determined to watch.
Soon, my eye pressed against the keyhole, I saw my sister-in-law stretched out across the bed, her skirt pushed up over her belly.
Leaning over her with a smile on his lips, my brother was caressing her pussy.
“Oh,” I heard him whisper, “you're really in the mood today…”
No doubt he wasn't accustomed to caressing such a wet cunt.
“Do you really want to fuck?”
“Yes,” panted Jackie, “I want to…”
“And to think I wasted time with my friends… if I had known…”
The idiot! Certainly he thought he was responsible for the emotion that was overwhelming his wife.
“Yes,” he said, “if I had known I wouldn't have made you suffer so long. But we'll make up for lost time.”
As he uttered these words, he undid his pants.
If I had seen him naked before, I had never seen my brother in a state of erection. What a handsome cock!
How could Harry be such a clod with that magnificent tool? I couldn't believe it.
I had to admit, however, that Jackie hadn't lied. He really did act like a barbarian. A few blows and he was soft already.
But I had prepared my sister-in-law so well that she let out a cry of joy.
A little disappointed by Harry's behavior-I would have preferred to witness a super-production rather than a short subject-I went back to my room.
Jackie came in a minute later.
“Darling!” she shouted. “I obeyed you!”
Sitting down on the edge of the bed, she tucked her skirt up, opened her thighs, and pushed her panties aside.
“Look!” she said, “look, darling… see… it's flowing… I'm full of come…”
A whitish juice was dripping from her pussy.
“Harry came in me. He must have had a lot of juice in his balls… it's been so long since I gave in to him… it's because of you… because you asked me to. But now… it would be so good if…”
She didn't dare vocalize her desire.
It was easy for me to become what she wanted. Pushed by an evil eroticism, I knelt before her.
And I put my mouth up to that cunt which was exhaling the smell of seminal juices.
I sucked her.
It's disgusting enough to swallow the sperm another man has poured into one's mistress. But when that come has spurted from the cock of one's own brother, what perversity!
Also, what satisfaction! A satisfaction that only those who do not hesitate to venture into the strange world of vice know.
“Darling,” murmured Jackie. “Oh! my darling… that's good… yes… swallow it… swallow all of Harry's juices. You like it, don't you?”
Yes, I liked it.
My tongue was turning around the depths of her pussy. I ran it over the humid walls.
“Again!.. suck everything… don't leave a single drop… it's marvelous… oh, darling… I would be so happy if you gave me your cock… your cock there where Harry screwed me… quick… quick… I'm waiting… darling… I beg you… I need you…”
I needed that whore too! I threw myself on her like a maniac. I entered the same cunt that my brother had possessed a moment earlier.
Isn't there some kind of family spirit in that?
PART TWO
CHAPTER TWELVE
It had been a month since I had been my sister-in-law's lover when I met Uncle Armand. After a long trip in Canada, he had decided to visit his niece.
I could only sympathize with this man who was still very attractive despite the approach of his fiftieth year, this man who had been the first to guess the physical demands in Jackie and the perverse possibilities.
I went out quite frequently with Armand. He took me to the theatre and to nightclubs. Obviously, it wasn't long before I admitted the true nature of my relationship with my sister-in-law.
He didn't blame me. On the contrary.
“Anyway,” he said, “Jackie would have taken another lover. So, why not you? Her husband disappointed her. And she has too much character to be resigned. You can believe me. I know her perfectly.”
“I don't doubt it,” I said with a smile.
I told him that my sister-in-law had given me a detailed description of the stay with her uncle.
“I can even tell you that the education you gave her, with Margie's help, was very profitable to her.”
Armand didn't seem the least bit angry that his niece had confided in me.
“Then we have nothing to hide from one another,” he said. “We're going to be excellent friends!”
One day when we were in a bar, he proposed a game of craps. But, instead of the prize being a round of drinks, the stakes would be a little girl friend of his.
He told me that if I won, it would be possible for me to spend several very pleasant minutes with Mireille, a young girl who refused him nothing.
“On the contrary,” he added softly. “If you lose, I will have the pleasure of fucking Jackie again.”
Already rolling the dice he said:
“OK?”
“OK,” I agreed.
He won the first throw.
I won the second and the last.
The next day-debts shouldn't be paid late at night-I went to the little studio where Mireille lived.
I found myself facing a little brunette with eyes as dark as her hair and the voracious lips of a female eager to
