man like Bob could help her with. She hadn't refused him because of her celibacy theories, that was for sure. It was something much deeper and more problematic.
No, I told myself, I shouldn't be jealous. If Bob wanted to fuck Aunt Liz or Elaine or Nora or me, it made no difference. One way or another we would all derive pleasure from it. The more I thought about it, the more logical that seemed. If nothing else, the family would grow closer as we learned to love each other physically.
CHAPTER FIVE
Elaine woke me early next morning in a most unconventional way. It started while I was still sleeping with a dream-that seemed to go on forever, a dream involving a tall, powerfully built man with hair greying at the temples, a stern man who excited me at once. In my dream I was in the kitchen doing the dishes when the stranger entered. He looked at me with penetrating eyes that made me shrink inside, then walked around me several times, inspecting me as though I was a pedigree horse. “Mmmmm,” he said, stroking his chin, “you're a neat little filly, aren't you.” I stood still, a wet dish in one hand, the dish mop in the other. “Very neat,” the stranger repeated, and his big, strong hand patted me on the ass. In the same movement he tore my dress off and left me standing naked at the sink.
“Give me that,” he said, taking the dish mop out of my hand. “Now bend over.” It didn't even occur to me to disobey him. He had come, seen, and conquered me. I bent over the sink, shuffling my feet to get my legs apart. Some strands of hair dangled in the sudsy water but that didn't worry me. The stranger knew what he was doing.
A hot, wet sensation sprang up between my legs, woolly too, the stringy dishmop pushing hard against my cunt to get inside it I did everything possible to help him, spreading my legs, bending over further, so far that my face dipped into the layer of lather in the sink. It smelled nice, very familiar, yet I couldn't place it The stranger managed to get the head of the dish mop inside my cunt and moved it up and down to excite every part of my innards. I could hardly stand so much ecstasy all at once! It felt as though a bull was up me and his cock was made of wool! I leaned over further, my face immersed in suds and water now, and I knew I'd drown if I didn't pull out but the last thing I wanted was for the stranger to pull the wonderful tool out of me. So I stayed underwater, doing my best to breathe the air out of the bubbles, groaning wetly, having a wonderful time. It went on and on and still I didn't drown. Only when I became aware of the actual danger of drowning did I panic, and that's when I came to, spluttering, fighting for breath, pushing Elaine's ass off my face.
“What's going on!” I said angrily. “Were you trying to choke me or something?”
“No, I was just trying to wake you up nicely,” said Elaine. She turned around to face me, taking her two fingers out of my cunt and sticking them into her mouth suggestively. “Why, didn't you enjoy it?”
“Well…” I hesitated, then smiled. “I guess I did enjoy it. You just took me by surprise.”
Elaine came down on top of me and kissed me deeply, giving me a taste of my own cunt. With the excitement of the dream carrying me over I needed no more than that to get me right into the mood. I embraced her passionately and ground my pubic bone against hers. Instinctively our hips began to gyrate against each other so that the flesh of my cunt was tugged up and down, stimulating my clitoris even more, and before long we were fucking like fiends. Our groans mingled, our kisses turned savage as we bit each other's lips. My hands were down on her tender little buttocks, pressing down hard each time I pushed up, both of us working till the first Utile climax rippled through our bodies.
Elaine rolled off me and we lay side by side for a while to get our breath back. She looked delicious in the early morning light, her short dark hair tousled, her deep brown eyes gleaming with secret pleasures, and her snakey body inclined towards me as if to show off the sparse patch of hair between her slender thighs. Our proximity soon got the better of us. The triangle of hair beckoned me imperiously, drawing me to it, and as I turned to obey, Elaine moved into my loins, our lips meeting the other's pussy at the same time.
In the light of day her cunt was totally visible, no mystifying shadows or romantic dimness. The pudgy lips pressed together, the individual hairs that made up her pubic bush, the fresh and the dried droplets of juice, and the ragged pink flesh inside, all of it was there to be seen and loved, and I did both. I kissed and sucked at her pussy for a while, then lay back and drank it in with my eyes before going down on her once more. My admiration for her body was complete. And it wasn't so much a sexual admiration as just a love for perfection. In a few more years' time Elaine would be laying the boys out in the aisle, they would spend feverish nights dreaming of all that she concealed beneath her clothing, would water at the mouth at the thought of her panties rubbing against her cunt, and would go to ridiculous extremes to vie for her favors. But for the moment she was mine to do with as I pleased, and the knowledge of the future made me want to do all that they would love to do to her. For a while I felt like the spouse of an international sex symbol, envied by all, knowing the truth, yet inspired by so much lustful acclaim for her man (or his woman). Elaine didn't know it yet. She hadn't learned the power of beauty nor how much beauty she possessed. She'd find out soon enough, I guessed. In her innocence she offered her downy cunt to me, for me to stimulate and love to the point of orgasm. All I could do was do it justice.
My tongue curled around her tiny clitoris and my finger moved up the wet sheath of her cunt, working in unison for her pleasure. She was busy licking my cunt up and down, working her slightly abrasive tongue along the inner labia most effectively. Thick streams of delight coursed through my belly to my torso and limbs. The balance tipped from her to me and back to her as we pleasured each other to the point at which we couldn't go on. I struggled to keep a clear head so as to be able to satisfy Elaine. Her cunt was so hot and wet now, the hairs all plastered back, and whenever I took her pussy into my mouth I felt her body begin to vibrate like an overwrought, delicate machine. But then she'd stick her tongue up my entrance and nuzzled my clit with her nose and I'd have to let go just to catch my breath! I'd retaliate by jamming two fingers up her tight hole, so she'd have to arch her back and pull away from my cunt to contain it all. Then it would take a while for her to collect herself and the seesawing would begin all over again.
We brought each other off in shattering climaxes that rollicked through our bodies with such force it threatened to tear us apart. It was done. We sagged up against the other and lay there laughing and gasping, taking the other by the hand and just holding on.
Outside our room people were moving to and from the bathroom. We decided to make an appearance before anyone could get suspicious, and put our nighties on, straightened my bed, and headed for the bathroom. Just as we reached the door, Aunt Liz came out.
“Hello, darlings!” she said cheerfully. “How sweet you look this morning. Here, let me kiss you!” She took me into her arms and crushed me against her ample bosom. “Mmmmmm,” she said with a long wink after she'd pressed a big kiss on my cheek, “I love your perfume! Perhaps you'll tell me where to get it?”
I didn't know what to say. She kissed Elaine just as enthusiastically and lingered there for a moment as her nose twitched appreciatively. “Very nice, very nice… not as subtle as your scent, Kathy, but a lovely bouquet. It smells so good you want to drink it, don't you?” With a hearty laugh she walked away from us, leaving us to watch the heavy roll and quiver of her big, firm ass under the dressing gown she wore so casually. Dad came out of the master bedroom and even he couldn't refrain from stealing a glance at Aunt Liz's majestic form.
“Well, what are you two doing?” he said angrily when he saw us loitering before the bathroom door. “Are you going in or out?”
“In, Dad.”
“Okay, hurry up then.”
He went back to his room and slammed the door. Elaine and I helped each other to shower, giggling between ourselves whenever we thought of Aunt Liz's comment. “You think she knows?” asked Elaine. “I'm sure she knows,” I said, and then we giggled again.
At the breakfast table we still had trouble with our fit of the giggles. In fact, it became all the more difficult to keep a straight face when we looked at the other members of the family. Bob looked drawn and irritable, Nora tried to act nonchalant but the strain was too obvious. Mum was her usual zombie self, serving food and pouring coffee like a well-oiled machine. Dad did his utmost to keep his eyes out of Aunt Liz's plunging decolletage. And Aunt Liz beamed broadly at all of us in turn, impartial and loving, knowing more than any of us.
Dad was the first to leave. Dressed in his business suit, looking every inch like an insurance man, complete with attache case, he marched out of the house and disappeared into the world of business. The moment he left
