'Have you ever done it?'
'No, jeez, no.'
'Want to?'
'I don't know how.'
'Your cock is hard.'
He looked down and saw the tight lump at his crotch. It hurt like hell.
'Take off your pants. Hurry-'
He had to let her go in order to unzip the jeans and yank them down. She was so impatient that she was pulling at him before he got them off, dragging him on top of her and spreading her legs to grab his body between them. She reached down for his cock, and he almost yelped with pleasure when he felt her tight fist around it. It was hard, and it felt very hot.
She steered him where she wanted him, right into the wet, red hot pussy she'd lathered up with her own hands and then with his. His cock sank in as if it was diving into quicksand. In half a second his prick was swallowed up by the hungry pussy. It was so incredibly warm and wonderful that for a moment it took his breath away. But Edythe couldn't wait. Her hands were at his narrow boyish hips, pushing and pulling until he was fucking in and out of her like a piston. He could feel his cock strain like it never had in a wet dream. Looking down at her, he saw the hard tips of her tits jutting toward him. He wanted to grab one but he didn't dare move and upset the beat she was holding him in. Her face was wild, her eyes rolling them finding him and begging for more.
'Fuck me,' she whispered. 'Oh, meee!!'
He did his best. He felt like he was on fire and all of a sudden she twisted and grabbed him to pull him hard against her. Her hips slammed up, her legs clamped around him and she began to cry. Real tears, real sobs. He got so damned scared he didn't know what to do. She was holding him so tight he couldn't move off her if he wanted to. His cock was sunken inside her, his empty scrotal sacs plastered against her wet ass crack. He could feel the hard points of her tits on his smooth chest, and he could feel the heat of her cunt sucking at his prick. She seemed much wetter all of a sudden, and he wondered if she was bleeding or something. He felt his cock go soft, the hardness scared right out of it.
After a few minutes she'd stopped sobbing and hiccupped a few times, then rolled sideways so he plopped to the bed beside her. His cock slid out of her, limp and wet against his thigh. She took several real deep breaths, then opened her eyes and looked at him. She must have seen the fright in his face because she was solicitous all at once.
'It's okay, Jeff.'
'Did I hurt you?'
'No… ' For a minute she looked far away. Then she sat up suddenly and pulled her bathrobe from the chair and slipped it on. Not knowing what to do, Jeff got up and began fastening his jeans, still watching his sister.
She knotted the robe sash and looked at him. 'Brothers and sisters aren't supposed to do things like that. You know that, don't you?'
He nodded, unable to speak.
'But it's okay because nothing happened. I mean you didn't come or anything so it was only a game. Play. Make believe.' She looked very hard at him until he finally nodded. Then she smiled. 'We won't say anything to anyone ever.'
He nodded again.
'I've heard some of my friends talk,' she said, 'and lots of them fool around like that with their brothers and sisters. It's just kid stuff, it doesn't mean anything. You'd better go to your room now and get your studying done.'
'Yeah, okay.' He left her then, but he hadn't been able to get much studying done. And it was a long time before he fell asleep that night too. When he did, he woke a few hours later with a wet dream and he jacked himself off with a fury he had never known before.
Thinking about it now, he realized that it was his own sister who had given him his first taste of sex and he had liked it. He hadn't come, but he'd learned a lot. He never touched Edythe again, and he never peeked at her door any more either. She began dating boys soon afterwards, and he figured she had no further need of her kid brother to play games with. She was probably getting the real thing any time she wanted it.
He laughed softly in.the darkness and reached for another cigarette. Holding a match to it, he inhaled deeply. He'd bet anything Edythe had had her first orgasm that night with him. He didn't know it at the time, he was only a stupid kid. But thinking now about the look on her face, the ecstacy she hadn't been able to mask in her eyes, he was sure of it. Hadn't he seen the same look only a little while ago in Judy's face? Judy had been more vocal in her pleasure, but then he had coaxed her Into real passion. That night so many years ago, Edythe had taken what she wanted without any regard for him, She'd used him, had her fill, then let Mm suffer his own guilt alone.
He laughed again. Boy, how times had changed! When he and Edythe were kids, sex at an early age was strictly taboo. No wonder he'd almost flipped when Sally had made such outward advances to him near the pool and then goddamn-near raped him while they were in the water. Cute little bitch! Matter of fact, all three of Edythe's kids were cute little bitches!
He finished the cigarette and stubbed it out in the filled ashtray. He heard a car stop outside, and after a few minutes, a door closed quietly and footsteps came up along the stairs. He lay silent and listened as the steps paused outside his door and someone tried the knob gently. He'd bolted the door. Hell, he needed one good night's sleep!
He fell asleep wondering which one of the twins it was who had wanted to stop by for a nightcap.
Chapter 13
In the morning when he came downstairs, the house was quiet. He'd slept later than usual, but with all the activity he'd been having of late it was no wonder. He hadn't had so much exercise in twenty years!
Conchita was in the kitchen and fixed him a plate of scrambled eggs and toast. He gulped orange juice, and she filled his cup with steaming coffee while he started on the eggs. She shook her head when he asked her where everyone was.
'Out. They don't say where.'
Okay. He'd told them not to change any of their plans on his account, hadn't he? Still, by the time he finished a second cup of coffee he was feeling restless. He carried the cup and saucer out to the patio and sat staring at the pool. What the hell was he going to do all day? Relax… that's what you're supposed to be doing, he told himself.
By noon he was restless and his mind kept wandering to the three young sex partners that had come into his life so suddenly; There was no escaping the fact that he enjoyed them; it was not just a novelty that was going to wear off soon. That could mean trouble. Jeez, he'd read and heard of guys who got in plenty of trouble for doing just what he was doing. Maybe he'd better pull out now before he got any more entangled. It wouldn't be easy, but if it had to be done he'd do it.
He got up from the lounge chair and went into the house, only to find that the family was still absent. He watched the girl in the kitchen while she fixed him a sandwich and salad for lunch, wondering if he could get it up for her. She wasn't a bad looking chick, maybe twenty-five or so. Not exactly pretty but interesting in a dark sort of way. She didn't speak much English from what he'd heard, but she didn't have to understand a pass. He watched her tight little ass as she moved about the kitchen. It might be pretty good. But where the hell would he take her? Upstairs to his room? Suppose someone came home? The kid could lose her job.
He grinned to himself and busied himself with the salad. How come he was seeing himself as superstud all of a sudden? Conchita might well tell him to go peddle his cock elsewhere.
She turned, as though sensing he was looking at her, and her dark eyes seemed to burn through him. He smiled and winked. She looked surprised, then smiled with a flash of even white teeth and a pink tongue. Ha! Maybe she was interested. He kept his gaze on her while he finished the meal, and from time to time she turned and glanced at him over her shoulder, her eyes saying what he wanted to know. Okay, so she was interested.
