hair pulled back in a pony tail and had on rimless glasses. Like Nora he wore army surplus clothing, a khaki shirt and jungle warfare pants. Unlike Nora he looked horrible in them. She looked like a sex symbol incognito, sort of disguising herself so the public won't know her yet keeping enough charisma in view to draw a lot of stares. And Nora, in spite of her formless shirt and baggy pants, couldn't help those sudden protuberances, was unaware of the few undone buttons in her shirt that revealed the rise and swell of her tits. Her long neck sloped away into delicate shoulders, just visible through the open collar. And Harold was only too aware of her beauty, we could see that right away. Though he agreed with her on all points his eyes kept straying down into the recesses of her shirt for visual caresses. At one point she stood up to pace up and down in front of him and his head moved as though he was watching a tennis match. Nora wore no underwear and her baggy trousers didn't confine the natural, erotic motion of her buttocks in the slightest. With every quiver of her flesh, every roll of her cheeks, Harold sank deeper into the couch.
“Once celibacy is an established principle,” said Nora, pointing up into the air for emphasis, “men and women will be forced to regard each other as human beings. There will be no alternative! As it is, sex interferes with human communication. Men and women pretend to be addressing each other's mind, but what do they really do? It's all sex talk ultimately, boil down any philosophical or anthropological or theological discussion between opposing sexes and it's just sex talk, I don't care what anyone says. You know it's true, Harold, haven't we-” She stopped in mid-sentence, aware of having an audience. “Oh, hi Kathy, Bob, did you have a nice swim?”
“Yes, thanks, but don't stop talking just because we're here, keep going, it sounds very interesting,” I said.
“Well, Harold and I have just come from a demonstration for equal rights and we were just talking about that. I'm sure it wouldn't interest either of you for long.”
Nora lit a cigarette to hide her blush. Obviously this was a touchy subject with her. Harold was more than willing to explain the theories of the movement, and actually started to do so till she cut him off. Bob and I went upstairs into his room. An hour remained to us before Dad would come home. An hour in which to further explore the new world that had opened up to her.
“Let's leave the door open,” Bob suggested. “That way Dad won't get suspicious if he happens to come by before we expect him to.”
“Alright…” I said hesitantly, “but won't that cramp your style a little?”
“I've got it all worked out,” he grinned. “Change into a dress, that little mini-dress you've got, and don't wear anything underneath it. In the meantime I'll put on my zip-up shorts. You'll see, it'll work out fine.”
I hurried to do his bidding, my curiosity more aroused than my body. How could Bob hope to get away with anything in this house? I ran a comb through my hair once I had the dress on to make myself look as decent as possible, and as I inspected myself in front of the full-length mirror I remembered something from a year ago… I'd worn the same dress not long before The Incident, and Dad had seen me come down the stairs in it. His severe sergeant major's mien slipped momentarily as a smile softened his features, and he said: “You look pretty as a picture, Kathy, a real little lady. Why don't you wear that dress more often?” Straight after that he resumed his normal expression. At the time it had seemed odd to me but I shrugged it off. Now, however, it took on a strange significance- too strange for me to figure it out.
Bob was waiting for me by the window. It looked out over the driveway, thus giving us an early-warning system. A box seat had been built under the window sill, filling in the niche, and pillows lined it from end to end. Bob had positioned himself with his back against the wall, his legs pulled up to make room for me at the other end of the seat. I smiled coyly on taking up my position. That mini-dress only covered my vital parts as long as I stood up straight and didn't breathe. Sitting casually opposite Bob showed him all, and I could see the pleasure I gave him in his eyes.
He zipped his shorts down-and once again his virile cock reared up and quivered before me. “I've got just a bit left,” he grinned. “One last load and it's all yours if you want it.”
“Oh, Bobby!” I crowed, caught in the grip of a resurgent lust. “I'll take it all!” With that I pitched face-first down on his crotch and took his big cock into my mouth. I had to turn my face to the side to fit it in but bravely pushed on, dipping my mouth so far down over his cock that his woolly pubic hair brushed against my nose. The vibrancy of his hard cock reverberated throughout my body, activating me from head to toe. Bob sat with his face turned towards the driveway, watching it as if nothing was happening. But now and then he twisted uncomfortably as the sensations got too much for him.
I was supposed to keep an eye on the door to make sure no one came down the passageway. That duty proved too much for me. His cock bulged my cheeks out and filled my face so completely that I could hardly open my eyes! Nora wouldn't be likely to come upstairs, not while she had Harold to talk at. She loved to talk. No one could shut her up once she started. And so I gave myself over to sucking my brother's cock, letting the process absorb me until my whole body was engaged in making love to his towering phallus.
“You'd better stop,” he said suddenly. I drew back and looked out of the window, expecting to see Dad's car drive up. “No, there's no one coming,” said Bob, wiping the sweat from his brow. “I didn't want to blow just yet. Jesus, you turn me on, Kathy! Other girls have tried to blow me but I just couldn't get off on it. When you do it, though, it's a whole new sensation.”
“Let me know when you're ready for more.”
“I'll tell you what,” he said, getting to his feet, “you sit on your knees on the seat and lean with your elbows on the window sill, just like you're waiting for Dad to come home. And leave the rest to me.
Once more I obeyed him, poking my ass back at him with enthusiasm. I felt his thick knob rub along the furrow of my ass, slowly, nudging up against my asshole, then down the slit of my pussy. A deep shiver ran through me and I pushed my ass back further in an open invitation for him to enter my body, anyway he wanted. I could still feel the echo of his potent fucking at the lake, the taste of thick cock, hot flesh riding in and out of my body. And the time had come for more. But Bob teased me like a trout fisher. The delicious bait dangled before the entrance to my pussy and had it been humanly possible I would have swallowed him for keeps.
He played me for as long as I could stand it. Then, when I felt Td snap if he didn't feed me a length of hot cock right away, I said: “Come on, Bob, Dad could be home at any time!” That did it. He rested his knob directly against my cunt hole, paused a moment, then shoved it up me when he thought I was ready. For a second my pussy resisted, tightening like a virgin. Bob moved back a little way and tried again, bumping his knob into me till my flesh gave way and admitted him to the hot, wet cavity inside.
I leaned over the window sill and let my eyes drift over the garden and the trees and the driveway without seeing much at all. Powerful sensations erupted in my belly. Bob had half of his cock into me already and he was pushing to get the rest up there too. The blood pulsed through my body, faster and faster, thumping in my ears, but I leaned further forward anyway, to give Bob all of my ass.
He had found his rhythm and now his cock slipped in and out of me with long, regular strokes. His hands gripped the flesh of my ass and his pubic bone thudded against my asshole with each mighty stroke. I mauled one of my tits in tune with his fucking, but for the rest I looked normal enough, at least from the point of view of someone coming up the driveway. The surrounding houses were mainly shuttered and curtained into blindness, but I fantasized that people were peering through their drapes to see what was going on in Bob's bedroom. Why was Kathy leaning out of the window and why was Bob rocking back and forth behind her like that? They wouldn't have the imagination to work it out, I thought.
My pleasant reverie was interrupted by the emergence of Nora and Harold. She was going to walk him to his car but she happened to look up and see me. “Admiring the view, Kathy?” she said, turning around to face me.
“Uh…” I replied. Nothing in me was prepared for this. My mind turned and creaked but no words appeared. Bob was battering my innards from all angles, fucking on all the more heatedly now that he knew someone was around. It turned him on but it left me in hot water. “… Just relaxing,” I said finally.
“Listen, tell Dad I'll be back in half an hour,” said Nora. “Harold and I are going to the campus library.”
“Yeah, right,” I croaked. Could she hear Bob's loins slapping against my ass? And did the sound of my slurping curt carry all the way down? There was no need to worry, I told myself, because Nora wouldn't recognize the sounds even if she heard them.
“Have they gone?” asked Bob.
“Yes,” I said. He started to fuck me harder, driving his cock deep into me, his fingernails digging into my buttocks painfully. And every bit of the pain complemented the pleasure, giving it that little extra just for me. It felt as though my whole body was raring into an erogenous zone in the course of this fuck. When his rough pubic hair
