deep into her body. Almost the instant she turned to look at the engorged cock, it sprayed white strings of jizz up over Robby's belly and chest.
'Wow!' Sheri gasped, 'it sure is powerful.' She grabbed the buttery shaft and pointed it straight up. Thick curds frothed out and slipped down over her knuckles. Sheri's heart thudded from the experience of seeing it actually happen. How could Robby not like her? She wanted to make him happy and make herself happy too. It seemed such an easy thing with them both living in the same house.
'Sheri… Ohhhh… God damn!'
'Am I doing it right?' she said, moving her hand up and down. Her palm glided easily over the slickened surface of his shaft. The movements made a soft, sucking noise that reminded her of fucking. She watched the lovely organ pulse powerfully as the last few droplets of seed plopped onto Robby's stomach and dribbled down to the bed. Sheri heard her alarm clock going off in the next room.
'I gotta run. I don't want mama to know where I've been all night.' She giggled, wiped her cummy hands on her pajama bottoms and wadded them into a ball. She looked around the room for her bra.
'I can't find my top, Robby. Would you look for it and hide it or something? Mona's gonna be knocking on my door in a little bit…' She hurried through the door and down the hall to her room. No sooner had she slipped inside than she heard her mother climbing the stairs.
'I'm up mama,' she called, stuffing her soiled pajamas under her pillow. Sheri went to the mirror to look at herself. Her cheeks were rosy and healthy looking. Her breasts jutted out from her chest as if at last they'd been properly adored.
'I think I'm in love,' she said, rubbing her flat belly. 'With my own uncle.'
CHAPTER FIVE
Before the next week was over Mona had had it with Merle. They'd fought over nothing really, but each of them had gone for the other's throat without hesitation. Mona knew that a lot of it had to do with her brother. She had been half out of her mind since that night he'd forced his affections on her. She'd grown edgy and morose. She stayed well out of his way and when a conversation seemed inevitable, she was civil and just that.
Robby seemed hurt. But she couldn't risk anything like that happening again. Her body still tingled from their contact. She could feel his fingers on her, his mouth. It got harder and harder for her to fall asleep at night. And of course Merle was forced to put up with her foul moods. Until he wouldn't any more.
So when she answered the door on Wednesday and saw her ex-husband standing there with a bouquet of flowers and a smile, she broke into tears.
'Roger, how could you? I told you I never wanted to see you again. Ever!' She was nearly screaming at him. But Roger smiled on.
'You're looking good, Mona. Can I come in for a little while?'
She took the flowers and jammed them angrily in a vase, not even bothering to put any water in. When she came back to the front room, Roger was looking at a picture of Sheri.
'I hardly remember her at all,' he said, shaking his head.
'What do you want?' she said, afraid to sit down. Roger was as handsome as ever and probably twice as clever. He'd always been able to talk circles around her before.
'I've done all right for myself,' he said quickly. 'That Lincoln out there on the curb is only a little bit of it. I wanted to share some of my good luck with you and Sheri. I'm not asking for anything more. I know how you feel and don't blame you. But let me give you some money. I intend to make up for all those alimony payments I didn't make.'
'You bastard!' Mona gritted her teeth. 'If I'd had my way you'd still be in jail.'
'But the judge couldn't find me, could he,' Roger laughed. He pulled out a checkbook and a gold pen.
'I don't want anything from you.' But Mona was looking greedily at the checkbook. As usual she was months behind on all the bills. And she'd already refinanced the station wagon twice.
'You don't have to like me to take this,' he drawled. He always affected his Oklahoma accent when he was confident. She watched him finish scribbling. He tore off the check and put it in the middle of the coffee table. Mona wanted to tear it up and fling it in his face. But she didn't. She was thinking of those red letter bills from the gas company. Winter was coming too and Sheri needed some new clothes.
'I want to see Sheri,' Roger said finally, 'I want to see my daughter.'
'Like hell!'
'Aw come on Mona. You shouldn't mind that.'
'I don't want her knowing who you are. Do you hear me? You can see her once. That's all. I'll introduce you as… as a friend of my ex-husband.'
'Nice twist,' he smiled. 'Won't she recognize me?'
'She's never seen a photograph. I threw them all away.' Mona glared at him. Roger whistled softly.
'Okay. Glad to know where I stand.' He got up. 'Roger come back later.' Mona watched the white car turn the corner of the block before she went to the table to pick up the check. It was made out in her name for twenty- five hundred dollars. She sat down heavily on the sofa and began to cry. She had to have a drink. She got a fresh bottle of scotch from the cabinet and broke the seal. She made a good stiff one and dropped in some ice. After a few minutes, the warm rush had enveloped her body. She felt silly now for having cried. She looked at the check again. It was the answer to a lot of problems. A whole lot. She finished her drink and made another. She knew she should go back to work, but the booze was making her giddy and carefree. She could call and tell her boss she had a headache. What the hell. She took another drink of scotch and made the call.
As she sat back down and looked at the big check again, her mind began to turn. She could get even more money from Roger. She could use Sheri to do it. She could make Roger pay for seeing his daughter. And he'd still have to promise to keep his true identity a secret. She laughed out loud over the plot she was hatching. She felt a little evil for having thought something like that. But it was an evil world sometimes. The front door slammed.
Robby came in from his morning classes. He put his books down in a chair and looked at her. 'Having a party?'
'Sure. Have a drink with me.' Mona felt full of good cheer. She folded the check and put in into the drawer. Robby sat down gingerly as if he was afraid he might jar her out of her happy mood. Amused, Mona fixed Robby a scotch on the rocks and watched him sniff it.
'I really don't drink much hard stuff,' he started.
'Oh go on and try it.' She finished her drink in a gulp and went for the bottle, almost knocking it over. Robby steadied it, then poured a little in her glass.
'Don't you think you've had enough?'
'Nope,' Mona hiccuped. Robby looked at her curiously. Then he went to the front door. She watched him close and lock it. He pulled the curtains on the front window.
'What's my dear brother doing?' she slurred, getting up and plopping heavily down again. She felt wonderful. She felt like laughing.
'Mona… about the other night…'
'You better not think about that,' she giggled. 'Naughty, naughty.' Robby sat down beside her and put an arm around her shoulder. She felt him petting her with a hand, hugging her, whispering to her. What was he whispering? She was too drunk to get the words straight.
'Mona… I have to talk to you.'
She felt tears well in her eyes. She knew what he was going to do. He was going to try and get her into bed again. Like the other night. She grabbed her glass of scotch and Robby made her put it down.
'Why don't you leave me alone?' she sobbed, 'you… pervert!'
'You're drunk.' His hand had slipped down to her belly. He was trying to caress the heavy curve of her breast. She tried to make him stop. Sharp thrills made her feel breathless. 'You don't remember,' he went on, 'when we were kids. You don't remember what we used to do…'
'What are you talking about?' She grabbed his wrist but the other hand went to work on her then, slipping under her dress. Her own brother! She fought against the pleasure that tingled over the surface of her thighs. But
