CHAPTER 5
After her shower Karen returned to her room and got into bed. Although it was now mid-morning, she was dead tired. As she sank into dreamland, the memories of the previous night kept recurring in her mind. Almost unconscious of the fact, her right hand slipped down between her legs as she lay there. She wondered. If it was that good with Carol, how much better would it be for real? With a guy? The thought had to rest for a while though as she slowly drifted off to sleep.
Downstairs, Lauren was standing at the kitchen window looking out at the backyard. She was startled as she suddenly felt two arms embrace her from behind.
'Good morning again,' Carl whispered in her ear as he slid his hands from her middle up to cover her breasts, one with each hand.
Lauren left her head fall back a little to rest against Carls shoulder.
'Good morning lover boy.'
With that, Lauren turned to face Carl and gazed into his eyes. Was she with Carl or his father? The thought raced through her mind. Holding him tightly, she kissed him firmly.
'What are you two doing!' Suddenly the silence had been broken by another male voice. Startled, Lauren and Carl released their embrace and turned to face Carl's younger brother Brad.
'Nothing,' Carl answered, 'Nothing at all.'
'Sure didn't look that way to me,' Brad replied with a slight snicker.
Lauren had never liked Brad. He had always been difficult and had resented her marrying his father but since his father's death he had become almost impossible.
'Looked to me like you to were makin' it,' Brad said, glaring at Lauren. 'I guess it wasn't enough that you had to steal my dad, now you have to get my brother too.'
'Shut up Brad.' Carl had a demanding tone in his voice. 'Shut up before I give you something to be sorry about.'
'Yeah, right,' Brad responded sarcastically. 'You two go ahead and enjoy yourselves.' With that, Brad headed up the stairs.
'I was afraid something was going to happen,' Lauren said.
'Nah, he's ok. He's just mad at the world. He'll be fine.'
Lauren turned back to the window and gazed out.
Upstairs, as Brad walked down the hall towards his room he glanced at his sister laying in her bed. 'Not bad,' he thought as he stopped for a second to survey the sleeping figure. 'Not bad at all.'
Brad headed to his room and locked his door behind him. Digging to the bottom of his bureau, he retrieved a stack of magazines. Selecting an issue of Hustler from the stack he lay back on the bed.
Opening the magazine to a picture of blonde spread-eagle before the camera, Brad undid his pants and pushed them halfway down his thighs. As he turned the pages to see the blonde opening herself he felt his cock grow hard. And, mysteriously, almost without being aware of it, he found himself thinking of his sister. He imagined her standing over him doing with her hand what he was doing with his own. In a few short minutes he felt himself coming so he slid over to the side of the bed and rolled on his side to come on the floor next to the bed. He closed his eyes and remembered the sight of the reclining Karen and wondered what it would be like with her. With that thought, he came.
Brad lay on his side for a few moments staring at the white fluid laying on the floor. He thought back to Karen and wondered what would happen if he were to just walk into her room and screw her.
'Shit, they'd probably throw me in jail and throw away the key,' he thought to himself.
He lay back over and wiped off his cock with the sheet. Then he fell asleep.
CHAPTER 6
Karen opened her eyes to darkness. 'Must have slept longer than I had thought,' she said to herself. Looking at the clock next to her bed, it read 9:18. 'Wow, I've been asleep for over 9 hours. No wonder, I didn't get any sleep at all last night.'
Sliding out of bed she walked to her closet and got her robe. 'No use getting dressed now, it'll be time to go to bed again in a few hours.'
As Karen opened the bedroom door wide, she heard a noise coming from her mother's room. Walking up to it, she held her ear close to the door. The sounds coming from the room were unmistakable, they were the same she used to hear coming from the room before her father died. Her stepmother had some guy in there. Karen wondered, 'I didn't even know she was seeing anyone!'
Turning the hall light out, Karen returned to her mothers door. Slowly and quietly, with curiosity overcoming her, she turned the door knob. Letting the door open just a crack, Karen looked in. In the light coming from the window, she saw her stepmother kneeling over another figure. Too dark to see the face of the other person, the outline of her stepmother's back was unmistakable. They were making love, with her stepmother on top. Slowly, the body on top gently moved up and down on the bottom person. Karen could hear the sounds of sex as the figures moved. She stood at the door motionless.
In front of her, her stepmother removed the cock from inside of her and slid down the bottom body. That person's face was still blocked by the darkness and by her stepmother's body.
Karen watched intently as her stepmother took hold of the guy's cock, bent over it and gave it a light kiss. Karen became aware of just how turned on she herself had become and slowly let her own hand drop down between her legs.
Her stepmother kissed the cock once again and then slowly let it slip between her lips. A moan of pleasure escaped the guys lips and Karen felt that she knew the voice. Karen watched as the cock slowly disappeared into her stepmother's mouth and then slowly reappeared. Karen felt the dampness between her own legs and allowed a finger to touch. It was difficult maintaining her silence.
Her stepmother continued to let the cock slide in and out of her mouth, pausing occasionally only to slowly lick beneath it. As moments went on, the guy began thrusting. Slowly at first but then with more urgency. Karen watched as her stepmother moved faster and faster, seemingly needing the cock to continue its motion. Suddenly, she heard the guy moan. The same voice again…definitely someone she knew. The guy jerked a few times and she heard sounds from her stepmother. Slurping, swallowing sounds. The guy grabbed her stepmother's head and held it tightly as he pushed his cock deeply into her mouth.
Karen felt as though she too might explode any moment so she quietly slipped back and away from the door, closing it gently. Moving quickly down the hall, she stood in her own room by her door and watched intently down the hall. She had to find out who the guy was. As she stood there, she thought about her stepmother and what she had been doing. She wondered if she had really liked that, letting the guy come in her mouth and then swallowing it. At least it looked like she had swallowed it. She wondered what it tasted and smelled like.
Her thoughts were interrupted as she saw the door to her stepmother's room open and her stepmother walk out. Naked, she was followed by another naked figure, his cock still somewhat erect and glistening with what Karen figured was her stepmother's saliva. Karen looked up at the man's face and felt faint as she recognized that face as Carl's.
Karen stood there as the two moved quickly into the bathroom and she remained still until she heard the water turn on in the bathtub. She then took off her robe and slid back into bed.
CHAPTER 7
