Mike blinked his eyes. 'Jim's brother?'
'You heard her,' Rich said, advancing toward him.
Once again Valerie stepped between them. 'He's going now, Rich,' she said, holding out her hand to halt her brother-in-law's advance.
Mike, his face plainly revealing his perplexity, looked from Rich to Valerie. 'Rich? I thought he,' he said, pointing at Mr. David, 'I thought he called him Bud.'
'So what if he did?' Rich demanded, his huge fists clenched at his sides. Nude as he was, his aggressive stance looked somewhat ridiculous or, would have if he had not been so deadly serious.
'It's a family joke,' Valerie told Mike. 'Jim always calls Rich by that name when he's kidding him.' She turned to her brother-in-law. 'Just let him go now, Rich,' she said. 'He's going now, and…'
Rich shoved her aside and stood facing the freckle-faced music teacher. 'Well, faggot,' he threatened, 'you've been looking at my cock just about long enough.'
'Look, buster, or whatever your name is,' Mike said, taking a tentative step backward, the better to defend himself. 'I don't know what's going on here, but you'd better shut your filthy mouth. There's a lady present, whether you realize it or not.'
'Yeah,' Mr. Davis said. 'He's queer all right.'
Valerie grabbed Rich's arm. 'He's going now, Rich,' she insisted, giving Mike a pleading glance. 'Just let him go and we can…'
Rich jerked his arm away from her. 'He's going all right,' he snapped, suddenly slashing the side of his open palm across the side of the music teacher's neck in a hard karate chop. 'Going out like a light,' he said as the man slumped to the floor.
'You dumb bastard!' Valerie cried, rushing forward to Mike's side. She lifted his face from the floor, then let it fall back as she turned to Rich. 'What did you do to him?' she cried. 'I think he's dead or something!'
'He ain't dead,' Rich said, grinning down at her. 'I just chopped him a little. Just enough to knock him out.'
'What'd you do that for?' she demanded.
'I didn't like the hungry way he was cruising my meat,' Rich said, casually fingering his nuts.
'When I was in the Navy,' Mr. Davis told them earnestly, 'they used to teach us a little judo. But it was the Japs we were fighting then.'
'Oh, shut up!' Valerie cried, once again lifting her friend's head, twisting her neck to look into his closed eyes.
'I know just the place for him,' Rich suggested, bending over to haul the music teacher up by the scruff of his sport coat. 'Only first I think we'd better take his clothes off of him.'
Valerie jerked on the unconscious man's arm so hard that Rich lost his grip and the body once more slumped to the floor.
'Don't you touch him!' she shouted.
'All right,' Rich said, chuckling. 'You take his clothes off then.'
'Why?'
'Don't worry,' Rich told her. 'He's not my type. I wouldn't touch him with a ten-foot pole.'
'Ten inches!' his father shouted.
'I just don't want him running around telling the cops anything,' Rich continued. 'We'll put him in your closet to sleep it off. When you and I are finished, you can…' He chuckled a little, then added, '… well, you can explain however you want to.'
'We're finished now,' Valerie snapped. 'Get the hell out of here. You and your drunken father, too!'
'Not yet we're not finished!' Rich growled, grabbing her arm. Holding her tightly with one hand, he bent down and grabbed the neck of the music teacher's coat. Then, shoving his sister-in-law ahead of him, he dragged the limp body face down behind him towards the bedroom door.
CHAPTER SIX
The bedroom door and the wooden shutters at the windows were closed, shutting off almost all light in the room. The one shaft of light, streaming from the partially open bathroom door, fell across their bodies, diagonally bisecting his abdomen and the lower part of her naked thighs. If she didn't think about it, Valerie could almost forget that it was her husband's brother she was fucking.
It's not really incest, she had told herself as she had let herself be pushed onto the unmade bed, because he's not a blood relation. And I'm almost divorced Jim, so he's not even really my brother-in-law. When she had helped him wedge the music teacher into her closet she had taken a good look at Rich's amused face. If it wasn't for the differences in our age, she had thought, we might have gotten together anyway. And when he had stripped the housecoat from her body again, his knuckles grazing her shivering tits, she had thought, If he wasn't so crass, I might even do all these nasty things willingly. The ex-Marine had shoved her onto the bed and crawled after her, his muscled shoulders flexing like a tiger about to spring. And she had looked at his steady eyes in the ray of light from the bathroom door, her hands lifted to push against the well-delineated outlines of his bronze, muscular chest. And she had admitted to herself, If he wasn't forcing me, I would even find him attractive. If the circumstances were different, I could let him ball me all day and do whatever strange things he wanted to do. I'd even lick his ass again, I think.
But there were too many 'ifs' involved. And her Irish-Catholic upbringing repeatedly spoiled her attempted rationalizations. Rich was her husband's brother, and what she was doing was incestuous. Even when she squirmed with the sinful pleasure of it, it was still wrong.
I just can't think about it now, she told herself. I won't think about it. If I think about it now, I'll go crazy. I'll think about it tomorrow. Yes, tomorrow. I'll take a bath, and I'll think about it tomorrow. Tomorrow is time enough to think about the fires of that Irish hell.
It was a different kind of heat she felt now, but it was real, and therefore all the more intense. Straddling her brother-in-law's thighs, her knees pressed against the curves of his hipbone, Valerie felt his long cock pulse hotly within her channel. During the year and a half of her marriage, Jim had never allowed her to assume this kind of dominant position. Now she found it all the more stimulating, for not only could she exert the control to keep his fat log riding continuously against her clitoris, but, for the first time in the perverted orgy, Rich had permitted her to take the aggressive position. Although she realized she was exaggerating her control, it increased her pleasure to imagine that she was actually dominating this chauvinistic ex-Marine. During the first few moments after she had wedged his fat hard-on into her slit, she had ground her cunt down around him slowly, imagining herself as some kind of sexual torturess with Rich as her helpless victim.
But now, as her brother-in-law began to thrust up beneath her, she was less sure about who was the victim and who the torturer. In this position his cock probed even deeper than it had before. And it was so thick that it stuffed her completely, riding continually across her clitoris. As the friction-stimulated temperature rose within her cunt she seemed to lose more and more control of herself and she could feel her cunt churning out more of its thick honey to lubricate the passage of the huge cock lodged so firmly between her legs.
Rich slid his hand along the back of her thigh to clutch at her plump white buttocks. His cock shot up into her so that she leaned forward away from the shock of his penetration. Her smoky hair fell over his face and he rose up a little from the pillow, his mouth welding itself to her moist, unresisting lips. Valerie's mouth was filled with his churning tongue, just as her pussy was stuffed with his cock. She moaned wantonly as the saliva from his mouth was spread over her lips, even as the mucus secreted by her cunt was being massaged into her cunt by the steady thrusting of his hard, hot cock.
When she backed away from his mouth, his cock drove even deeper into the churning clasp of her cunt. She whimpered a little, but at the same time began to thrust herself down over his burning cock. The long slick, deliberate strokes of his cock caressed her clitoris, creating a delicious itching throughout her entire body.
Then, without stopping his thrusts into her from below Rich lifted his hands to her softly bouncing breasts. He cupped the firm mounds and squeezed them firmly, feeling both nipples at once with his thumb and index finger. They hardened instantly under his gentle pinch. It hurt her a little, but she liked it. In the brief afterglow of
