the rest of your socks?'
Steve glanced over his wife's shoulder at Mona, who shrugged. 'Can I come in?'
Erica stepped aside. 'It's part your house too, isn't it?'
Steve came into the living room, looking very uncertain and nervous. Erica followed, half lurching under the influence of too many martinis. But strangely enough, her graceless stumbling only enhanced the amazing beauty of her body beneath the filmy peignoir. Her full tits swayed from side to side, and the gauzy cloth slithered over her high asscheeks and swished around her golden thighs.
'Here,' Erica bubbled. 'Let me pour you a drink, long lost hubby. Oh silly me, I'm too drunk to do it. Mona, why don't you pour big brother a drink, okay?'
'Okay.' Mona poured Steve a martini.
Erica seemed to be the only one who wasn't embarrassed. Instead she was brash, bubbly, drunk enough to think she could say things and get away with them. She flaunted her tantalizing half nakedness at both of them.
'God, Steve,' she said. 'You're staring at me with rape in your eye. Don't tell me you haven't fucked another woman, hundreds of women, in all this time.'
Steve shrugged.
'I think… I'd better go now,' Mona said. She put down her empty martini glass and stood up.
'No, don't go,' Erica said. 'Don't leave big brother and me alone.'
Suddenly Erica got up from the sofa and fluttered over to Steve. She kissed him full on the lips, hard and passionately. Steve was very surprised, but he kissed her back warmly. Instinctively his hands rose and clasped her dangling breasts through the filmy peignoir.
Erica broke off the kiss and leaned back out of his reach. 'See what he wants to do? Your big brother wants to fuck me. He probably even wants to kill me, rape me to death or something. Wouldn't that make you jealous?' She looked at Mona, her eyes flickering with clever spite.
Mona stared at her, flabbergasted. I've got to get out of here quick, she thought. She's going to say something that'll ruin everything for all of us. Both of them were staring at her now.
'No, I'm going,' she said, but at the same time she knew she was aroused and excited, and she didn't want to leave at all. She waited to say and see what happened.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Mona didn't have long to wait. Before she could even turn and walk to the front door, Erica had slumped to her knees on the floor between Steve's legs and was clawing at his belt buckle.
'Mona's been telling me I ought to be more interested in pricks,' she muttered half-crazily. 'And I was telling her what a big cock you have. That's why I called you big brother, get it? Here, let me take your prick out where she can see it…'
Mona was paralyzed, string, unable to move. She was both appalled and excited by Erica's unpredictable wildness. Steve was obviously stunned too. He grabbed Erica by the shoulders and shook her.
'What the hell are you doing?' he shouted.
Erica smiled kittenishly. Her hands were on his crotch and she squeezed his prick. Steve winced with pleasure in spite of his shock and anger.
'What does it look like I'm doing?' she purred. She unzipped his fly, tugged his pants down, and slipped her fingers rapidly under the elastic of his shorts, grasping his bulging cock.
'I… I'm going now,' Mona panted desperately. But she was still unable to move, unable to stop looking.
'Oh don't go, don't go,' Erica laughed.
Before Steve could prevent it, Erica scooped his long ropey-veined prick out, kissing and licking the thick pulsing tube of flash. It swelled and lengthened in her hands, and began to jump and rise.
Fascinated, Mona stared at his cock from across the room, watching Erica playfully squaw and pump it, then close her sensual mouth over the head of it and give Steve a sharp passionate suck. Again Steve winced, gasping with pleasure.
'Come over here and see it, Mona dear,' Erica chattered on, stoking Steve's magnificent erect cock. 'You're the one who likes pricks so much, so come here and see this one. It's a beauty, I have to admit that. Yummmmm, yummmmm, it's a beauty.' Erica swallowed the flaring purplish head of his rigid cock again, rotating her mouth on it.
Steve had been as shocked as Mona at first. But now he seemed to be willing to let events take their course. Little could happen that was more bizarre than what had already happened. And, while Erica sucked and toyed with his huge stiff cock, he glowered hotly at Mona, challenging her, inviting her, daring her.
Mona was rooted to the spot. Her body trembled and surged with strange hot desires. She began to move slowly toward them, as if drawn by the mysterious hypnotic power of Steve's murky gaze and the spectacle of Erica devouring his throbbing prick. His prick was wet and glistening and ridged with bulging veins, thick and long. She remembered having it in her mouth just yesterday, and gulping down the cum that had burst from its head.
And Erica now was no longer playfully pretending to enjoy it. She was really enjoying it, diving on his cock, gobbling it, squeezing the fat stiff shaft. She glanced up at Mona, who was now standing over her.
'See, see,' she whooped, breathless, half-mocking and half-delirious with passion. 'See big brother's prick, isn't it big, like I said? Do you want to kiss it and suck it too? Here, get down beside me and we'll both kiss it together. Won't you like that, Steve? Or better yet, why don't you fuck her. Why don't we both fuck her together? Oh Mona baby, let us do that! Please! Let us both fuck you!'
Mona's mouth was dry. Her cunt gushed with juice. She could do nothing but stand there over them and stare, helpless, quivering with shame and desire. Everything had gone completely crazy. But she couldn't flee, as she knew she ought to. Something held her theft.
Steve grasped his wife's peignoir at the back of her neck. He ripped it in two. The tear in the cloth opened down her naked back, and the gauzy gown fell in soft rage around her arms, leaving her totally naked. He stood up and yanked Erica roughly to her feet. Then he embraced her, pressing her body fiercely against his, and dug his finger into her bare ass.
'Steve, no. Steve, no!' Erica whimpered. She tried to wriggle out of his grasp as she felt his urgent hands racing over her hips and ass.
'You're my wife and I want to fuck you,' Steve growled. 'I don't know what's going on here. Everybody seems nuts. But I know I want you, baby. And nothing is going to stop me. I'm going to fuck you.'
Erica kept wriggling to free herself from his strong embrace. 'No, no, no! I don't want you to fuck me. I want Mona to fuck me! I want Mona!'
'What?' Steve's voice was torn with lust, but tinged now with puzzlement. For a brief second he relaxed his grip on his wife, and she jumped free of him.
Erica stared solemnly at him. Suddenly Mona knew the girl was going to say something dreadful.
'She's done it before. We've done it a lot,' Erica whispered, enjoying the bewilderment that suddenly spread over his face.
Steve stared at Mona, asking her with his eyes if it was true. And Mona knew her expression gave her away. Her lower lip trembled. Her eyes watered. She nodded.
But at the same time she was furious with Erica, because she couldn't understand her sister-in-law's motives at all. She had seen Erica devouring Steve's massive erect prick only moments ago, and she had known the girl wasn't faking. Erica had said this only to cause more trouble. The situation now felt more dangerous than ever.
But oddly enough, the bewilderment on Steve's face seemed to pass away quickly. It was replaced by a hard, half-amused glint of determination in his eyes. His huge prick was as stiff and tall and gigantic as ever. He nodded crisply at both girls.
'All right,' he said. 'All right.' He glared at Mona with contempt and desire. 'Take off your clothes.'
'What?'
