fully arouse Drew, and knowing he would not be content until he reached his own second tome. She watched him as he lay there with his eyes closed, letting her do all the work. Occasionally his eyelids opened a bit so he could stare at her bouncing boobs as they shone in the naked, yellow light of the room. Her face was a mixture of many things, twisting and sneering as she strained to reach her own satisfaction.
Something, she wasn't quite sure what, was beginning to be felt somewhere deep inside her. It was a sensation added to the thrusting of the fleshy prick riding way up into her cunt as she bounced again and again on his body, and the manner in which she moved suddenly became increasingly more spasmodic. It was as if her cunt-lips had such a tight grip on his cock that it was about to be pulled out by the root as she wildly pounded up and down on it. The friction had increased to the point where she hardly seemed to be riding up and down the full length of his prick, but rather was tugging it with her as she moved.
She fell forward now, letting her ballooning tits press into his hairy chest and her mouth pressed against his, kissing him madly, sucking his tongue out and into her own mouth, slurping on it as strongly as her cunt slurped on his cock. Her hips were a battering blur as they slammed down against his pelvis. She was desperate for that climax now. Her broiling cunt-hole began expanding a bit more as oil poured out of her, greasing the way for his cock to ride up and down.
Then Bernadette stiffened, falling forward, her mouth open as she screamed, 'ARRRGHHHHH!!'
And her squeezing, crushing cunt-lips gave Drew his second orgasm, after which he promptly proceeded to black out.
CHAPTER FOUR
It was no use. It was no damn use. All the physical sensations had been there, but that was all. There was something missing, Goddamn it! Then was that certain special feeling she'd had with her dad, and to an extent with Alvin that she hadn't had at all with Drew.
She was doomed to be a fucking fool for her brothers. Damn! It wasn't right. It wasn't right!
Maybe she needed psychiatric help. Psychiatrists were like priests. Everything told to them was kept secret.
Her high school had its own psychiatrist. Actually, he worked for all the schools in the area. He was young, his practice had yet to really build, and in order to keep working so he could improve himself, Dr. Herb Fischer supplemented his regular clientele with students and teachers from the schools, never charging them.
Dr. Fischer had just reached twenty-nine. He was five feet eight inches tall, with dark hair, a pleasant, handsome face, and a penchant for being carefully precise about everything he did. His parents had come from Germany during World War II to escape Nazi barbarism, and his father had taught Fischer to be thorough in everything he did. And, above all, keep records.
Bernadette had worked for him two years earlier, doing her bit as a part-time receptionist. Since he never charged, he never had to pay his student staff. But she had been fascinated by his thoroughness and his record keeping. She wondered if he kept records of all the women he'd screwed – how often, how satisfactory, how many came back for more, and so on.
So she made an appointment, and the following Tuesday, went to his office. She had rarely been in his private office when she'd worked for him. Usually she remained in the outer office. But this time she went right in, noting on her way in, that he had another eighteen-year-old receptionist wearing the white dress she herself had worn when she'd worked for him.
Fischer's room had lots of light, with a desk near the large picture window at the far end of the room. There was the usual couch against the right wall. And there was a large, overstuffed chair against the left wall, which was actually a built-in bookshelf.
Fischer was dressed in dark slacks and a tweed jacket, and was even more handsome than Bernadette had remembered him. His manner had always been that of the professional doctor when she'd worked for him. He wasn't one of those men who was starved for feminine companionship, nor did he use his occupation to take advantage of any girl, whether she was working for him, or a patient.
He remembered her and greeted her affably enough. Then he asked her to sit in the overstuffed chair rather than lie down on the couch. He spoke soothingly, reassuringly, and in no time she had poured out her problem to him. She spoke for the entire hour, after which he said, 'You've given me much to think about, Miss Reese. Yours is not a common problem, but it is by no means a rare one. You'd be surprised to learn how many other people, male and female, have come to me telling me similar stories. But in each case there was something traumatic that first triggered them off. You haven't undergone such a shock. Therefore we will have to analyze the various possible causes before we can effect a cure. I'm afraid this will mean your having to come here for quite some time.'
'Dr. Fischer, I'd do anything, anything at all to get rid of this horrible obsession. I mean, deep down, I can't stomach Alvin. He's my brother, and I suppose I love him the way a sister should love a brother, but this other thing…'
'It's going to take a while, Miss Reese, but we'll eventually work it out.'
'But what do I do in the meantime? I mean, suppose one of my other brothers gets the same urge? Fighting him off would be easy enough, if I could fight myself.'
'As I said, Miss Reese, it will take a while before we can come to any kind of answer.'
'But how do I handle things?'
'To fight yourself at this point would be more dangerous than giving in. Right now you have an unknown reason for wanting to go to bed with your brothers. Until you discover the reason, fighting the desire could prove harmful. You might upset yourself so much, emotionally, that you'll turn away from all men. My suggestion, at the present time, is that you don't forget to take the Pill. Have a little patience and this will all be straightened out.'
'Thank you, Doctor,' she said, offering her hand.
He took it, clasping it firmly but gently, and for the first time that she could remember, Bernadette felt another kind of a tingle.
Still somewhat confused, Bernadette left Dr. Fischer's office and took the bus home. Alvin was waiting for her when she got inside. She had put him off too long in her desire to build up a strong emotion for her date with Drew Starker, and he refused to be put off any longer. He didn't even wait for her to put her schoolbooks down. As she came in the door, he grabbed her, slammed the door shut, and then carried her upstairs. And despite the silly, idiotic grin on his face, Bernadette felt herself becoming strongly aroused as his hands moved all over her body. Both were so aroused, neither thought to shut the bedroom door, much less lock it, and while they were busy fucking, neither was aware of the arrival of Ron, the youngest brother. He heard them as he was coming up the stairs. He saw Bernadette's bedroom door open, and he saw his sister and brother screwing.
Ron Reese was no less horny than brother Alvin. And he had seen how admirably Bernadette had filled out. More than once he'd gone to bed jerking off, dreaming of fucking his sister. And now, there she was, fucking for Alvin. Well, shit! If she could screw for that moron, there was no reason why she couldn't share her cunt with him. But not right now. To break in on them while they were banging away might make her so ashamed she just might cut off Alvin as well as himself. And Alvin was an elephant with whom he never wanted to tangle. Besides, be didn't want to stuff his cock into his sister after her cunt had been greased by Alvin's sperm. Usually, whenever he came home, she was either in the midst of doing housework, or was finishing taking a bath. Now he knew why she took those baths. She was washing Alvin's gook out of her snatch.
Terrific! He'd grab her for himself at night.
And so Ron waited. He waited while Alvin finished fucking Bernadette, listening the whole time. He noted she was enjoying herself as much as he, having at least two sets of multiple orgasms to every come of Alvin's.
He waited when she went and took her bath. She took a long time in the bathroom, which was good. She was making certain every last sloppy drop of Alvin's jizz was being cleaned out of her twat.
He waited while she did the housecleaning. He did his homework.
He waited through supper. Bernadette had cooked up one helluva tasty roast. It made Ron wonder how she could do it in so little time.
