Grace Wilkinson

Aunt Dorothy book I

CHAPTER ONE

"Mmmmm…" Dot murmured looking at Art across her martini glass. "This is delicious… I'm glad you talked me into having it!"

"Man, I can see the exact outline of her nipples…" Art thought as he gazed across the living room at his voluptuous thirty-year-old sister-in-law. His mind went back to the night he had kissed her… not once, but for almost an hour in the garden of her house. That had been a few months ago and ever since Dot had been very careful when she was around him. Something about the way she looked tonight though, made the old emotional feelings he had about her return. Even though they were together to discuss the boy, still he couldn't take his eyes off the amply proportioned orbs of her globular breasts… the way they jutted from her blouse… the thin silky covering only accentuating their natural curves. Her legs too, looked wonderfully slender and exciting, the way she had them curled under her on the couch like that.

He wondered what it would be like to feel her breasts again, the way he had done that night several months ago. She had seemed to like it then, he recalled, remembering her heavy excited breathing as he held her tight up against his body, the soft giving forms of her flesh molding completely to his, all of her weight there in his arms. Beneath his fingers, the firm upright mounds of her flesh had moved slowly as her breath came haltingly. His tongue had worked furiously within the wet confines of her mouth. Slowly he had backed her against a tree and there had ground his groin steadily into hers, the erect rod of his penis forming a hard rocklike sheath against her belly.

"You say Joe is doing well in school…" Dot said clearing her throat. The silence had been long and she felt uncomfortable beneath Art's frank stare. She wondered if he too was remembering that night out in the garden. She had thought of nothing else since she walked in the door tonight. For one thing, the argument with her husband, Nick had made her unusually susceptible to Art's tenderness… to his good-looking smiling face… to the fondness she had always felt for him, even when her sister was still alive. But Betty wasn't alive now and that was part of why she was here… to see about Joe… her own son who had been raised all his life as Art and Betty's child.

"Yes, Joe's doing perfectly well in school, Dot," Art answered, sipping his drink. "Both he and Lee are on the honor roll as a matter of fact. For kids their age, that's quite something!"

Joe was fourteen and Lee, their young daughter, thirteen – and Art recalled how much trouble he himself had been to his parents at that age.

"Yes, they're both good kids, Dot… I wouldn't worry about Joe if I were you. You know he adores you… and I think our original decision about him was correct." He wanted to finish this conversation as quickly as possible. Somehow, he couldn't really concentrate on the kids with Dot sitting across from him looking like an angel in the yellow lamplight. Her blonde hair softly caressing her peach colored cheeks, the limpidness of her blue eyes fringed with long silken lashes… the tempting expanse of calf that showed beneath her pleated skirt… all these things made it extremely difficult to concentrate on the topic at hand.

"I guess you're right…" Dot said hesitantly. It had been so hard to realize that her son would never call her mother… to him, she would always be Aunt Dot because of that night, fourteen years ago when, a frail blonde child herself, she had given birth to him and her older sister Betty, then newly married to Art, had offered to take him as her own. That way, they all figured, Dot could lead a meaningful life, one day meet someone who was worth marrying, unlike the louse who'd left town at the suggestion that he had gotten a sixteen-year-old girl pregnant. And the boy wouldn't have to go up for adoption. Yes, at the time, it had seemed a good idea, but Dot still felt pained by the circumstances. She was married now, after years of teaching grade school in the Philadelphia school system, and well married according to many of the other young matrons in town, to the busy head of a main line real estate firm. But even Nick had suggested, when she had confessed her indiscretion to him, that it would be best not to tear the boy away from the people he thought of as his real parents and she supposed they were right. Yes, perhaps it was the best course after all.

The martini was making her feel unusually mellow, and there was something definitely soothing about being in Art's house, the comfortable suburban home her sister had loved so much. She seemed to sense the children sleeping in the bedrooms beyond the closed living room door. There was a peacefulness in the air and slowly she abandoned her worries about her son. Finally, she let Art draw her into a conversation about more pleasant things.

When he got up to fix her another drink, she protested meekly and then smiled and accepted the cool glass. After all, it was silly not to. Didn't she deserve to have a good time every now and then? As if having read her mind, when Art handed her the frosty glass he said: "You deserve a pleasant evening, Dot. Why I haven't seen you smile in ages. Are you and Nick getting along any better these days?"

It was a secret to no one that she and Nick didn't get along very well. Anyone with half a mind could have seen that. But still, it was embarrassing to talk about, so Dot changed the subject and soon they were discussing safe things like their favorite movies and the sorry state of Philadelphia politics. Dot hardly noticed when after her third martini, Art sat down next to her. She moved over slightly on the sofa, feeling herself grow oddly warm. A light film of perspiration formed on her upper lip and she could feel her arms growing goose-pimply. She tried to avert her eyes from his, but it was difficult now that he was sitting right next to her… besides, she knew that she wanted to look into his eyes… really wanted to study his handsome, rugged features.

Why did she feel so strange whenever he got close to her?

Art carefully noted the effects of the martinis on his beautiful sister-in-law and although he knew it was wrong to be thinking what he was thinking… God, it had been so long since he'd held any woman much less made love to one! He'd tried going out on dates, but it just didn't work out. There didn't seem to be anyone around who could really hold his interest these days. Except for Dot, of course! And now he could smell that musky perfume she always wore… its scent was almost driving him crazy! And he was close enough to feel her maddening warmth caressing his tense flesh. When finally she looked straight into his searching eyes, he found himself trembling slightly.

"What a beautiful woman you are, Dot…" he almost whispered the words, his throat seeming to have lost all its moisture. In her face, he could see the family resemblance to his wife and a pang of nostalgia struck him. Could this be part of his strong desire for Dot? But it really didn't matter as he took her gently by the arms and drew her toward him. He felt her stiffen and pull back, but then after a moment's pause, she allowed herself to be pulled forward.

He kissed her hard, with all the longing he'd been building up inside these many months. His mouth crushed against the softness of her lips as he endeavored to get as much of her voluptuous breasts against him as possible. He could feel the spongy firmness of her nipples crushing into his chest and quickly he moved his hands around to touch them.

"No… no…" Dot muttered. "No… Art… we mustn't…"

But he wouldn't let her go and her halfhearted struggle wasn't enough to break the electric spell rising between them as his searching fingers reached the sides of her bulging breasts.

Things were happening so fast that Dot's brain was spinning. When she'd left the house that evening she had put out of her mind the thought that anything like this might happen. She tried to pull away, but Art held onto her still tighter, his hot tongue pushing deep inside her mouth reaching all the secret corners, pursuing her tongue agilely. She felt hot waves of desire flashing through her, but still she tried to stop him. He seemed so strong… so very strong! How could she ever resist him… and yet she had to try… had to stop what was happening between them. But Art pushed her head back so that it was resting on the sofa, her body arching up against his, her breasts smashing against her own ribcage by his massive torso.

"NNnnnooooo…" she moaned uncertainly, trying desperately one more time to pull away. But it was impossible. The sparks of mounting desire were leaping about crazily in her belly, lust rising in her loins. She too had been a long time without love. An image of her husband Nick rolling over in bed after giving her a perfunctory good-night kiss rose to her mind and anger accompanied it.

Art's hands were roving up and down her back now and the taste of his mouth on hers became suddenly delicious. Everything about the man was attractive… so damned attractive! She had always envied her sister for having Art and now… now she, herself was feeling the very same things her sister must have felt! A shiver ran through her at the thought and yet the idea seemed to make Betty more alive to her and when Art's hand dropped down and began a slow massage of her smoothly rounded buttocks, tingling pinpoints of pleasure rippled sensuously up and down her spine. Suddenly, everywhere her body was pressed against his, she felt the same raging, unquenchable fire. A low moan of passion escaped her lips, mingling with the wetness of their interwoven tongues.

"Oh, God!" she thought. "… Oh, God… what am I doing?" But even as she asked herself the question, her body was answering it for her. With a mind of its own, it knew what it wanted, despite any objections Dot might be able to conjure up. It needed Art's hardness… his very manliness pressing against her, and she felt a sinking sensation in her stomach as she realized shamefully how much she wanted him… wanted her own brother-in-law! His hands manipulated the excited mounds of her breasts and she made no move to stop him. How could she stop something that felt that good. She felt a trickle of rising perspiration run down the valley between her full ripe orbs, slipping down between the creamy flesh that Art was now massaging into a maddening hardness. She bit hard on her lower lip as his tongue trailed a line of saliva around her cheeks toward the shell-like orifice of her ear. She felt his breath hot and moist and it seemed as if it was going directly into her brain, fogging everything up in there!

What could be wrong with such a strong, undeniable feeling? What could be wrong with it? She felt as if she had never made love before… that this time… if indeed it was going to happen, would be the first time… like the very first time. An old sense of adventure and wickedness filled her now and as Art's hand moved upward on her knee, pushing the folds of her skirt back as it climbed, she felt a flood of wetness between her thighs emanating from the blond downy vee that nestled so tightly down there as she squeezed her legs together. She pressed her buttocks down harder into the cushion of the couch trying to avoid the inescapable moment when his fingers would reach her wet vaginal slit. She couldn't believe that she could actually let him touch her, there! And yet, he showed every intention of doing so. His fingers moved firmly upward, above the line of her stockings where they met firm smooth naked flesh. She felt so vulnerable there, so exposed. She pressed her buttocks down harder against the couch, feeling his fingers move upward with greater certainty now. He was almost there. His fingers brushed the soft mound of her sex, covered by the thin fabric of her panties and Dot sighed and closed her eyes tightly, letting the acute sensations of pleasure roll over her. Each time she made love she forgot… she always forgot what it was going to be like. It was always a completely wonderful surprise… and Art's touch was no exception. Even though his moving fingers were separated from her excited pussy by the thin material of her panties, it felt almost as though he were touching her naked flesh. She had become so wet that it was embarrassing and now as his lips nibbled at hers again, she found her legs parting slightly almost as though she herself had nothing to do with it. They were parting to allow his middle finger access to the tight elastic legband of her panties that ringed her upper thighs… only that thin band stood between his finger and the paradise of her cunt.

In her mind, she was desperately trying to justify it… and the years of sterile marriage to Nick came uppermost to her mind. As a man, Nick couldn't even be compared with Art. Art who was kissing her… touching her… making her feel wanted… needed… Yes, she was sure Art needed her as much as she needed him. It was all Nick's fault, neglecting her the way he did… constantly belittling her, making her feel like an idiot just because she wasn't always thinking exactly the same things he was. All those humiliating nights he had refused her… and she knew he had other women, probably lots of them… he had to be getting sex somewhere, and it certainly wasn't from her! It was he who had put her in the position she was in now, she realized with certain clarity and something seemed to snap inside her. Almost brusquely she threw her arms around Art's neck, pulling him still closer to her hungry body, her tongue stabbing back at his blindly, while his middle finger slipped under the elastic legband of her panties. A perverse pleasure began to expand inside her. It was wonderful to feel the obscene thrill of his thick digit pushing aside the soft nylon crotchband and sliding over the highly sensitive pink flanged area of her vulnerable pussy. Her quivering cunt seemed to feel each ridge upon his finger as Art's finger slowly parted the soft sparse pubic hair and began a steady friction in the hot depths of her hidden vagina.

"Ooohhh… oooohhhh!" Dot groaned, feeling herself melt in his arms. A quick flash of dizziness overcame her and she was aware of the power of the martinis she had had. The hard edge of his finger and a tip of the nail scraped over her trembling clitoris and she felt the tiny bud jerk upright like an erect little prick. He had forced her long sensuous legs wide open now and they were obscenely splayed out on the couch, his arm disappearing halfway up Dot's dress as he plundered her private parts. A tremendous shudder went through her as Art's fingers harshly continued their lascivious investigation. The soft golden hair that surrounded her small pussy was parted roughly as he toyed with her throbbing clitoris, making her begin to moan with forbidden delight.

Her brother-in-law reached behind them with his other hand, and turned off the light on the table beside the sofa. In the darkness he felt that Dot would be even more responsive to him. He continued flicking at her excitedly throbbing clitoris now, making her whimper and squirm in his arms and then his other hand slipped beneath the open vee of her blouse to touch the warm nipples that were already like hard little pebbles. He felt an inferno of desire rushing through him and knew that he would have to get her lying out flat before long or go mad! His cock felt like a giant ramrod, prodding against his belly and he wanted to release it and let it have its way with the tender pussy his hand now knew so intimately.

"… oh, yes…" Dot pleaded, her voice a raspy whisper. "… yessss…" Her thighs felt limp and all she could do now was respond with her hips to his touches. Involuntarily, she began to move them back and forth in time to the rhythm of his finger. Slowly but surely, she felt his finger moving down so that his entire hand was able to move up into between her widespread thighs. He gave a sudden twist to her nipple that made her cry out in pain and in the same instant, slip two fingers high into her vagina.

"Aaaaaaaaaa…" Dot's head snapped back, her face a mask of ecstatic bliss. She thought for a moment that she might black out from the fantastic feeling of being entered so violently by his fingers.

"Oh, God… yes, Art… yeeessssss… ooooohhhhhhhh!" The impact of the blunt ends of his fingers striking against the soft end of her cervix high up in the confines of her pulsing cunt creating wave after wave of startling pleasure. For the first time, her body was alive, responding completely to his. She was wriggling so that they both almost fell onto the floor.

Art began a steady back and forth motion of his fingers high into his sister-in-law's smooth cuntal channel. His eyes had adjusted to the darkness in the room and he saw that her eyes were rolling back slightly, showing the white of the underlid as she moaned over and over.

"Come on!" he said suddenly, removing his hand with a slight suction noise from between her legs. "Come on!"

Dazed, Dot opened her eyes and groaned heavily.

"Where?"

"In the den…" Art answered, already pulling her along behind him.

"But the children…" Dot whispered, remembering them for the first time in several minutes. Still, in her aroused excitement, she hurried along behind him, trying to adjust her mussed hair. As she followed her brother-in-law into the den, she felt overly wet between her legs and her burning pussy already missed Art's touches. She felt anxious to be near him again, to feel him close to her… and yet this interruption had given her more time to think about what she was doing.

Art turned on a small lamp in the den, a medium-sized room that gave off the living room and also led to the hallway from which the bedrooms opened.

"The kids are sound asleep… and they'll stay that way." Art answered her question when they were inside the den. And in the glow from the light, Dot could see that his face was flushed, and looking down she could not help noticing an enormous bulge in the front of his pants. She blushed and looked away as he came toward her, already beginning to stammer out a protest. But quickly, he took her in his arms and she felt such a strong resurgence of desire that it was as if a thunderbolt had struck her. The entire length of his body pressed against hers had an overwhelming effect upon her nervous system and she was aware of how small she was… how strong he was. Everything in her ached for him. He kissed her lightly and led her to the big daybed that was on the right hand side of the room. It was old and comfortable with its faded brown corduroy spread and something about the feel of it when she sat down made Dot feel more comfortable. She remembered it when it had been new almost eight years ago.

"Let's get these things off," Art said gently, beginning to undo the buttons at the back of her blouse. One hand carefully lifted her long golden hair from the nape of her neck while the others undid the buttons.

Dot sat passively, feeling like a little girl being undressed. It felt wonderful to be treated with such tenderness, and as her blouse was peeled away and the straps of her slip were pulled down, she realized that she was crying. Art undid her bra and the cups fell away revealing the smooth white of her firm but heavy breasts with their hard pink nipples, the areolae the size of half-dollars spreading outward from the crinkly flesh of the center. She sobbed as Art cupped them in his hands from behind. Sobbed for her own vulnerability… for her enormous desire… for everything that had ever happened to her in her life.

Art kissed first the nape of her neck and then her shoulders. When he realized that she was crying, he grew confused… and started to say something, but then stopped himself. A woman's tears, he recalled, were not always from sorrow or pain… and yet deep down he knew that at least part of Dot's were. He felt a part of his heart reach out toward her, but he knew the frustration he had often felt in such situations with his wife… there was only so much he could do to help. But he vowed silently that he would do all he could this time… all he could for Dorothy. His hands smoothed downward, pushing her slip along her torso until it rode up on her full rounded hips. He jumped up and kneeled down in front of her, pulling it down the rest of the way, treating his eyes to her blushing beauty, her almost schoolgirl attitude as her splendid nudity was revealed bit by bit to his lusting eyes. Soon, she was wearing nothing but stockings and panties and her high heeled shoes. Art slipped off the patent leather pumps and massaged her dainty feet for a second. Then his hands ran up the length of her calves, up to her full round thighs and then to her small waist. He hooked his thumbs in at the top of her panties and pulled them downward, exposing a gently rounded belly with deeply inset navel and then, as he continued rolling the nylon material, the light golden curls of her pussy hair became evident. She helped him a little, and together they removed both panties and stockings. Art could only sit back on his heels for a second looking at her… he couldn't remember when he had seen a more beautiful woman.

Dot felt cool now that she was naked and she felt a trembling start to take hold of her. She watched as Art undressed before her, feeling as though she were in a dream, as though this were not really happening to her… but to some other woman… some other woman who had a vague and tenuous connection to her. Art's hard and muscular body stood tensed and naked before her in what seemed a split second and she found herself staring at the rampant pole of his penis. It was long and lust-hardened and bigger than any Dot had ever seen or imagined. He seemed filled with urgency now, impatient to enter her and she sensed that their long foreplay was rapidly coming to a close. She shivered… would she ever be able to fit it inside her?

But Dot didn't have long to ponder the question as Art dropped down beside her and started pushing her back upon the day bed. She felt weak and let herself be pushed… it seemed an eternity before her head hit the mattress and then she was looking up at him… this familiar relative who seemed such a stranger now. She had never seen him like this, flushed with desire… naked… on the point of taking her… no, she hardly dared imagine him like this! She felt oddly frightened and began to shake her head from side to side as he bent over her, but then his chest was grinding into hers, pushing against her so that she could feel herself being pressed into the foam beneath her, and all lucid thinking was erased from her mind. She had some trouble breathing as her brother-in-law's full weight fell upon her, his mouth crushing hers again. His tongue entered and this time she swallowed it hungrily, feeling the excitement building inside her shivering body. Art was breathing hot moist air all over her and then all his weight was on her and Dot knew that in moments she would be writhing beneath her brother-in-law… they were moments that she wanted to hasten as she felt his heavy legs pressing against her now and pulsing near her belly, the fiery pole of his long, extended prick.

With one sudden movement, her legs were being parted by his leg and the smooth rubbery head of his cock was sliding inside the narrow cleft of her pussy. It moved up and down and back and forth and Dot heard herself moan and call out his name. Her secret passage seemed to ache for his cock. She wanted so badly to feel him inside her that she felt she would scream for him to hurry! His hands were working steadily at her breasts and they felt raw and swollen… that was all that seemed to exist of her now… her stinging breasts and the moist pussy that accepted the blunt tip of Art's swollen prick as it rubbed against her hair-lined slit creating an unbearably increasing friction.

"OH, OH, OH, OH, OH…" she chanted. She started pushing her hips up higher and higher… trying to get him to enter her. But his cock continued to tease her tortured, gyrating pussy until wildly, she clawed at his back, begging him in a raspy voice.

"… please, Art… please… oh, God… please take me… take me now…"

The thick rubbery head of Art's prick stopped its incessant rubbing between his sister-in-law's fleshy cunt lips and slid down, poised at the tiny pink entrance to her widespread vagina. Art's hands went underneath her legs, drawing them up so that they splayed outward and nestled upon his back, her heels digging in for support. He let his swollen prick part the sparse blond pubic hair and insinuate itself into the incredible wetness that surrounded the small pussy opening… searching… burrowing… sliding.

His muscles started jerking involuntarily and he had to push… push hard against her, feeling the softness of her down there give, the petal-like lips begin to open to admit his hardened penis. The little hair-fringed mouth between her open thighs gave way unwillingly and in one sudden thrust, Art rammed halfway up inside her trembling pussy.

"Aaaaaarrrrrgggg!!!!" she moaned in reflex, and in spite of her desire not to make any noise, she couldn't help it. She had never felt anything like it. She thought her cunt lips were being split apart by the enormous hard circumference of her brother-in-law's hardened penis. Absurdly, she wondered for a flickering moment how her sister had been able to take it. And then Art was moving up higher inside her and she started crying and begging him to stop. She was surprised when he didn't, but just kept right on grinding his cock straight into her, enjoying the pressure of her tightly clenched vaginal muscles as they rippled wetly and smoothly around his surging penis.

Art decided he couldn't stop now no matter what. He knew it was hurting, as it did most women when he fucked them for the first time, but he also knew that in a few moments she would get used to his enormous size and begin to enjoy it. The tenderness of her inner pussy wrapped itself elastic-like around his churning prick, as with a grunt, he rammed it all the way to the end of her tightly resisting cuntal passage. He rocked his full weight against her, splitting her legs wide apart and hooking his cock upward inside her. He was aware of her legs flailing in the air and her fists pounding at his back and face, but he could only grab onto her cushiony buttocks and pull her entire pelvis up still higher to meet his engorged prick.

"Oh, Dot, baby!" he cried out, losing himself in the moment… "I'm gonna fuck you good…sooooo good!"

CHAPTER TWO

Lee dragged several pillows out into the hall so that she could at least be comfortable while she watched. She ran back into her room to get them, hoping that she wouldn't miss anything important in the few seconds it would take her to get back to the den door. Her heart was beating wildly and she knew that she had never been so excited in all of her thirteen years. She still couldn't believe what she had seen in there and when she returned her eye to the keyhole, her knees now comfortably supported by pillows, she fully expected to find that she had imagined the whole thing.

But there they were… Daddy and Aunt Dot… completely naked and getting ready to do it to each other! Even though she had never seen anything like that before, she knew enough to know what they were doing. She had seen movies and read novels in secret that described in great detail what went on between a man and a woman. But Daddy and Aunt Dot???? That was unthinkable… too unimaginable to be real! Her eyes were now open wide in astonishment as she saw for the first time, her father's enormous cock, red and angry looking, bouncing a little bit in front of him as he kneeled up between Aunt Dot's legs.

Aunt Dot's blood-curdling groan as he rammed it up into her filled the night air and Lee felt her face go ashen. Did it really hurt that much? It was no wonder, she thought, if all men were as big as her father! Instinctively, her own young thighs squeezed together tightly and she felt an odd twinge in her sweet untried pussy at the very thought!

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Art worked his hips up, kneeling into Dot and using her long trembling legs like a wheelbarrow. He was sweating profusely and big drops fell from his forehead onto Dot's quivering stomach. Dot was stunned and panic stricken but she knew she couldn't stop what almost amounted to an attack at this point. Strange and horrible thoughts ran through her head. She was being used, used as though she weren't a human being… just an orifice for him to vent his lust… it was almost worse than having no sex at all!

Suddenly Art pulled halfway out of her clinging cunt and Dot was amazed to feel the first twinges of pleasure shooting about in her vagina. His rigid cock was touching every section of her secret interior, filling up every nook and cranny! It was stretching her tight, little used pussy, still giving her pain, but now there was pleasure too. He paused a moment, and then slid back in with a grunt landing on her full force. She cried out like a wounded animal, but this time, her battered cervix responded with unexpected pleasure – the harsh sensation of his prick actually felt good! When he started pounding against her… it still felt good… in fact, it started feeling better and better! Suddenly each thrust of his lust-hardened cock into her wet open pussy created an astounding combination of pain and accumulating desire that grew more acute by the second! She started to moan again, this time feeling the total awareness of her body as it molded itself to his.

Lee shivered in her white cotton nightgown, although the night was quite warm… indeed, she didn't know why she was shivering when she felt so hot! Her entire young frame trembled as she leaned up against the door, from the tips of her ash blond hair to her small painted toes. Beneath her nightgown, her budding breasts could be seen silhouetted beneath the thin fabric. Her slender hips and loins tapered gracefully downward and her long legs were getting ready to become perfect and womanly. Everything about her seemed just on the verge of bursting into full bloom, like a young flower just about to open. This whole state of being preoccupied Lee most of the time, and she felt its pressures inside her as surely as though someone or something were nudging her quickly ahead into womanhood. She felt driven most of the time toward it and spent her nights reading magazines about older women or the most exciting books they would let her take out of the library. She felt ready for love and ready for whatever adventures might come her way… but before tonight, there had been none.

She could not really complain though, she thought as she uttered a silent "Whew!" to herself and looked in at the obscene spectacle of her father and her aunt. She had always looked up to her father, and recently she had even begun to notice how extraordinarily good-looking he was. She had always thought him handsome, but recently there was an added dimension… she started looking at him with a woman's eyes and found him most attractive. Tonight though, the sight of him nude, and making passionate love to Aunt Dot was almost frightening… deliciously frightening! She had been on her way to the bathroom to get a drink of water when she'd seen the light flick on in the den, its beams expanding beneath the narrow opening at the bottom of the door. Curiously, she had gone to peek in to see what her father might be doing at that time of night. And now, she was not only seeing what Daddy was up to, but Aunt Dot as well!

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Looking down at his sister-in-law's tightly screwed up features, and feeling her responding to each mighty blow of his advancing cock, Art felt like a God. He was lying naked between the legs of and fucking one of the most beautiful creatures on earth and she was loving it! He was going to give her the time of her life. He'd always suspected that she wasn't getting any from Old Man Nick, her husband, and the wild abandon that she displayed now made him realize that his thinking was probably true. How anybody could resist fucking such a sweet tight little pussy was beyond him. He only hoped he would get a chance to go at it again and again! Before he was through, he hoped to have her begging him for more. He thrust into her moistly contracting cuntal passage with a loud grunting noise, kneading the smooth full moons of her jiggling white buttocks in his nervous fingers. She was being skewered hard down into the squeaking mattress, helplessly impaled by his ramming prick.

"… ooooommmph…" Dot responded. "AHAH… ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!"

Art's handsome face grew purplish from desire as with long even strokes he continued the glorious fucking of his sister-in-law. This was forbidden fruit, forbidden pussy, a cruder side of him thought, and by God, he was going to enjoy it!

For Dot, the very forbidden nature of what she was doing was working toward making the experience one of the most exciting she'd ever known. For one thing, being entered by a prick as large as this one was something that she could never have previously understood would give her so much extreme joy. The feeling was at once one of being punished, martyred somehow, and that of getting just what she needed. Every bit of femininity she had in her was responding to the total masculinity of her sister's husband. Tides of desire rose and fell within her as she writhed involuntarily beneath his grinding loins. His inflamed and swollen member reached the farthest depths of her defenseless genitals. The lewd smacking noise of Art's swinging, sperm filled testicles slapping rhythmically against her wet buttocks filled her ears, combined with her own groans, and sighs. Time had come to a stop and she was suspended in the erotic realm of her body's needs. Abandoning her ladylike composure, she became a slut… a common whore… a cunt receiving a cock. No one had ever made her feel like this before and she could hear him chanting dirty words down at her: "… oh, you sweet piece of ass give it to me… fuck back… come on fuck back fuck back fuck back…"

Art's obscenity only furthered her desire, making her more lustful than ever. He used words that always made her blush whenever she heard them, and now she was not only not blushing, but spreading her long beautiful legs wider so that the out-sized penis could stretch her tender pussy wider apart! Art was almost bending her over backwards now, lifting her legs up so high and pushing them back over her head so that she was bent almost double and thought she might break in two. But the pleasure was so great that any pain she felt was relegated to the background of all the other lewd, lascivious sensations she was enjoying. Now his fingers were at her breasts again and he was holding on tight, rocking back and forth into her upturned cunt. Dorothy could feel the sweaty corduroy bedspread clinging to her back as her mouth hung open wide, animal-like wails of mindless excitation slipping incoherently off her tongue.

***

Behind the den door, out in the hall, Lee quivered with a building desire. Her original shock had given way to another more interesting sensation and almost absentmindedly, her small hand slipped down beneath her nightgown. She lifted it up and let her fingers trace an invisible line up against her pale white thighs, moving upward until she reached the uppermost portion where small tendrils of pubescent blond hair drifted beyond the tiny limits of her sex. Her fleecy young pussy pulsed slowly with a rising moistness… her face glistened with the natural oils of youth and she caught her breath as her lacquer-covered middle finger, reached the prickly area of her pussy. Gradually, she found her way to the folds of soft hidden flesh under the matted tufts of young, not yet matured pubic curls. Already experienced, her finger searched for the protruding tip of her clitoris. With a sigh, she felt a sharp thrill rush through her as the tender surface was exposed to her manipulating. The feeling rose from her tiny pink and coral pussy up across her trim little belly where it lingered before rising higher still to reach the taut protrusions of her breasts, which although now of a medium size, gave promise of growing much larger… already their shape was like that of large perfect lemons, just the right size for biting into. It was hard to keep on watching and to start the delicious back and forth motion with her finger at the same time, but by doubling herself up a bit, she managed it. While the satiny tissue of her pussy slipped easily beneath her own finger, Lee's eyes remained glued to the opening of the keyhole, where she was able to watch her father bring Aunt Dot to her first climax.

"Ooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh…" Dot sang out, feeling her brother-in-law's hot body pressing heavily down on hers now while the tautly stretched moons of her buttocks split wide, her legs dangling in mid-air as her cuntal muscles began to vibrate with urgency and then to contract wildly. A series of spasms took hold of her as the driving cock sped ever upward into her, pushing the trembling folds of her vaginal walls steadily back, massaging them internally with each withdrawal. He brought his huge shaft all the way out of her, leaving just the head at the entrance and then with all his might rammed back into her streaming passage.

"Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…" she screamed, bucking up against his savage thrust. Art crooned with delight, knowing she was starting her orgasm. Gasping for air, he fucked mercilessly deep into the soft confines of her cunt, watching as he did so the way his cock appeared and disappeared into the hungrily clutching aperture of her straining pussy. His balls ached painfully and as she continued to grunt steady words of encouragement to him, he knew that he too was going to cum. His big cock seemed filled with a hundred hot sparks, and he felt a total exhilaration as he dominated the shy former schoolteacher who was his sister-in-law… a woman he remembered from the days when she had been really a child, only sixteen and in trouble. He had watched her grow more beautiful with every year and had watched powerless to help as she married a man who, despite his money, Art knew wasn't worthy of her. And now, she was his… as much his as she possibly could be. His sperm seemed to be crying out within his balls, begging for release into the hot steaming pit of Dot's womb.

***

Joe woke up with a start. He had definitely heard a loud moan coming from the direction of the hall. Recently, he had taken to sleeping fitfully anyway since he'd started having nightmares… but now he was sure that the weird sounds he'd heard were not his imagination, nor were they part of some dream. He got up, clothed in his striped pajamas, and tiptoed quickly to the door to his room. He was frightened, but he didn't know why just yet… some premonition of what he was going to find out in the hall brushed his psyche and even before he saw his sister, he had broken out into a cold sweat.

The moan came again and Joe's mouth gaped wide in surprise as he was greeted by the sight of his younger sister Lee, oddly doubled up on two pillows, down by the den door. She appeared to be looking through the key hole, but from time to time, she just threw her head back and gave herself up to the overpowering sensations that seemed to be wracking at her young body. One small hand had hiked up her nightgown while the other… the other! Joe almost fell over backwards. He had not seen his sister naked for several years and it was clear to him immediately that she was doing the same thing to herself that he did to himself almost every night in bed, more and more recently, and usually after one of his nightmares. His sister's other hand was fumbling within the sparsely hair-covered mound that was high-set between her slender tapered thighs. She was kneeling on the pillows with her legs widespread and he could see everything clearly. The lower half of her body seemed unduly agitated and her entire pelvis shook lewdly, while the expression on her face was almost frightening.

In an instant, he felt his own genitals responding to his sister's obscenity. He was profoundly shocked though in spite of his excitement… never in his wildest dreams could he have imagined that she would do such a thing!

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm!" he heard her moan. She was panting… her eyes wide open, but glazed and unseeing. She had abandoned the keyhole for a moment, and now both her hands went sliding between her trembling thighs. From his position down the hall with his head peering out of the crack in his door, Joe could see the widely spread cleft of his younger sister's small cunt, the pink jeweled entrance to her vagina appearing briefly from moment to moment as her pelvis bumped lewdly upward. Lee's small pink tongue flicked out of the side of her mouth as the dual ravishment of both her hands, all ten fingers, beat a wild tattoo upon the sensitive tissues of her virginity. Her legs twitched and the area between her thighs was wet and shiny from the natural juices that flowed downward. Joe watched, his hand reaching down for his erect penis as his sister's fingers tangled in the soft blond hairs, separating them and spreading the small pillows of her sex wide, allowing him the privilege of looking inside.

He was amazed by the way she looked down there… so different from him. Of course, he knew that women were different, but he had never really dared to wonder exactly how they actually looked! She was mewling now, and as Joe's fingers began to extract his hard young member from his pajamas, he saw her look through the keyhole again. WHAT WAS SHE LOOKING AT? He couldn't imagine what kind of sight would provoke such a reaction; he himself was usually only aroused to the state where he would do such a thing by the most absurd, farfetched dreams. During the day, he hardly ever admitted them to himself, but at night and now… he couldn't help recalling what they were about. They were always about Aunt Dot!

In fact, it occurred to him now as he watched his sister playing with her moist young split that that must be the way his aunt looked. His dreams about her were always vague, but still highly stimulating. She was always kissing him, hugging him… and once in a really good one, she had played with his rock-hard prick! He had awakened to find himself holding on to himself, doing just what Aunt Dot had been doing in the dream. It was getting so that he could hardly look her in the face whenever she came to visit… and when she actually bent low to kiss him, her perfume rushing to his head, he often thought he would burst with longing… a strange unquenchable longing for her! And now Lee, his sister, was exposing her most private parts… unknowingly, of course, but still… there she was, right in the middle of the hall, jiggling her blond-fringed pussy, the most intimate and sacred part of her body!

Joe stood transfixed by the sight of her, his penis swelling uncomfortably as he squeezed it tenderly, his own eyes filming over with a desire-inspired glaze. His youthful rod turned a deep red as he hotly slipped the foreskin back and forth over the rubbery head.

"Oh, yeah…" he thought, keeping an eye on his sister's convulsively wriggling form. "… oh, yeah…!"

Lee snuck another peek through the keyhole in time to see her Aunt Dot expand into the full frenzy of her orgasm. Her entire lusciously curved body nakedly arched beneath Daddy's thrusting hardness, her face almost unrecognizably distorted by her passion. A steady wailing scream spewed forth from her wide open mouth and she clung to his back with both hands and heels, doing an odd sideways dance with her climaxing pelvis. Her raging hot vaginal walls clung to the enormous piston that filled them so entirely, while gushing sparkles of light seeped through her, throbbing wildly throughout every pore of her being. It was like falling from a tall building and being shattered upon a blissful surface, expanding and flying out into that very same space in a million tiny glittering pieces!

"Ooohhhhooohhhaaaahheee!" she wailed pitifully, ending in a soul-rending moan of spasmodic delight. Her legs quivered in midair for several seconds and Lee saw her father quicken his pace at the last, ramming into her with short hard strokes that triggered her inner explosion and kept it exploding for a long time.

Every sinew in her father's body was taut, especially those of his arms and neck and as he bellowed out his final cry, Lee saw him stick his enormous cock so high up into Aunt Dot's cunt that he lifted her clear off the bed. They seemed to hang that way for ages and then to fall in slow motion back to the mattress and the soiled, crumpled corduroy spread.

Her own features crisped, Lee felt like screaming… but all that came out was a low-toned hum from between tightly clenched teeth. Her fingers flew methodically from her tiny jumping clitoris to the entrance to her virgin passage, stopping there to form a neat circle where it was most sensitive and then returning among the wet gelatinous folds to frictionize the entire area of her hot young pussy. It was so good! Oh God, it was good! She was sure that it was almost as good as what her father and aunt were feeling right that moment as his sperm raced pell-mell into her deep vaginal passage!

"… Nnnnmmmmm…" She arched herself inward and fell back on the pillows, her long legs stretching out, almost as white as her nightgown.

Joe could see that she was cumming quickly and that she was cumming more than once! So that was the way women did it! he thought, excitement making his hand move faster and faster over his throbbing cock. The idea that he could learn many things from his sister… even things about Aunt Dot thrilled him to the point where he knew that he too was going to cum. Lee's legs were scissoring back and forth and one of her hands was now raised to her perky young breasts. The nightgown lay in wrinkled folds around her neck, the blue embroidery matching her eyes. Her young white body gleamed like some precious animal sacrifice exposed completely to his avid stare. She was beautiful, he thought. Really beautiful! But as he lingered lovingly on the last downstroke before he knew that he too would cum, he thought that she was still not as beautiful as Aunt Dot with her dimply cheeks, her shining brown eyes and her beautiful matured body. As the mounting climax took hold of him, he saw Lee's legs stiffen out again. Her breasts bounced a bit upon her chest and she appeared to inhale deeply. The mound of her pussy showed itself to him in profile, a fuzzy blond baby mountain besieged by his sister's fingers. His cock began a sudden jerking motion and started spewing white jets of cum onto the floor. In his mind the whirling lustful flames that consumed him were directly connected with Lee lying there on the floor. It seemed as if he were coming all over her, the droplets of sperm landing upon her outstretched nakedness, running along her belly, down to her pubic mound… and then her body merged with Aunt Dot's only to separate and in his fantasy then became two naked bodies lying side by side, receiving his cum. "OH, GOD!" he whispered loudly as he reached the apex of his orgasm and saw that Lee was thrashing about upon the pillows, her legs lewdly pulled up to give better access to her hungrily clenching young cunt.

Joe slumped against the doorway, exhausted and a little confused. And from between his parted lips, escaped the words, "Ohhh… Aunt Dot…"

***

Dot lay panting and satiated beneath her brother-in-law… for some reason, the first thing she had thought about after her orgasm was her little boy, Joe. She lay quietly now, recovering slowly from the incredible emotions that had been ripped from her. She felt a wave of shame pass through her after thinking of Joe sleeping somewhere close by… her own son… and him not even knowing it! Well, what if he knew what his real mother was capable of! This incestuous sin with her own brother-in-law… but, God, she had to admit it was wonderful. Even now, she still found herself clinging to Art's back, listening to the sounds of his heart as it thudded hard against her chest. Her breasts were smashed beneath his heaviness and she could still feel the girth of his prick throbbing deep in her sore, but tingling vagina. She felt conquered. For the first time the use of that word in sex became clear to her. Yes, he had conquered her as surely as some master with his slave. Only she had been willing… more than willing. She sighed a little and felt him stir above her. His hard flat stomach felt so wonderful on hers… his thigh bone dug into hers a bit.

Then, just when she least expected it, a new wave of remorse struck her and she was suddenly in a hurry to get up. She had just thought of her husband Nick at home not even waiting up for her, of that she was sure, but noticing no doubt, the length of her absence. The bastard!

"Art… Art… I must go…" she whispered urgently. "We… shouldn't have…" she stammered. "… please let me up now…" She pushed against him, trying her best to slip out from under her brother-in-law's sturdy six-foot frame. But he pushed her back down, and she felt his cock pulse up against her cervix, pulse and grow thick again. A violent thrill ripped through her like lightning and she fell back stunned by the strength of her renewed desire for him.

"Oh, darling…" she murmured huskily up into his mouth as he began to again fuck slowly in and out of her already sperm-filled pussy. "Oh God, darling, don't stop… please don't stop…! Fill me up again with your cum… fill me all the way up…!"

CHAPTER THREE

It was a cloudy Saturday morning and Joe was inclined to sleep even later than usual. He lingered beneath the warm covers, savoring half-awake memories of the night before. It was just amazing how much more interesting the world had become in a few short hours. He had always had the strange suspicion that if he only waited long enough he would have the exciting life he had always craved… and now it had happened, the one event that he was certain would open up the door to the kind of world he'd always imagined existed. He lay there congratulating himself, and in a way wanting to remain in that blissful state, if only because it was sure and certain… and he didn't have to do anything about it… it had already happened. As for the future… well, in a few minutes he would get up and start to find out about it. Meanwhile, his rampant young penis wakened anew to his touch as he conjured up the lewd picture of his sister as he had seen her the night before.

He wished somehow, that he could picture more things… he knew that there were more things, but at the moment his imagination was limited… a situation that he hoped would soon be rectified!

Moments later, he heard stirrings in the house and he knew that his father and Lee were probably up and about. Carefully, he got out of bed. He felt unaccountably fragile, as though his secret had made him very delicate, and in this lighthearted state, he showered and put on his khaki pants and a tee shirt. After surveying his freckled face, the clean white teeth, clear blue eyes and pug nose, he ambled out to the kitchen.

He was surprised when he saw his father sitting at the table over a cup of black coffee. He hadn't shaved yet, something unusual for his father and Joe decided that he looked decidedly disgruntled… a little bit the way he looked when he had a hangover.

"Morning, Dad… what's up?" Joe asked as he ambled over to the refrigerator and poured himself a large glass of milk.

"Nothing, son…" Art replied. "Nothing at all." He took another gulp of hot coffee and groaned, thinking something he rarely thought… that Joe wasn't actually his son. The only reason he was thinking of this, he knew, was because he had fucked his mother for the first time last night. He ached all over from the unusual strain upon muscles he hadn't used in years. But by God, he'd fucked hell out of her! he thought, pleased with himself. But he was still upset by their parting… where it should have been sweet like the rest of the evening, when it was all over Dorothy had suddenly turned on him, calling him every name she could think of before hurriedly putting on her clothes and running out of the house. He just couldn't understand it… or rather, he didn't want to understand it. After going through a night like that with a voluptuous and sensuous woman, he just didn't seem to be able to make any sense of it. He was still hurt and puzzled about the whole thing, but deep down he knew that there were strong moral forces behind his sister-in-law's reaction… after all, she was married… and although he was a widower… he was her dead sister's husband!

"… shit…" he muttered under his breath.

"Wadya say, Dad?" Joe looked curiously at his father, wondering if he too had been through something odd last night… perhaps the very thing that Lee had seen through the keyhole! That thought sent a shiver running down his belly and he sat down quickly so that Art wouldn't see the erection that had risen slightly in his tight pants. He got them all the time now… at the slightest thought of anything the least bit interesting… sometimes he even got them when thinking about something delicious to eat… like apple pie… the kind Aunt Dorothy often baked and brought over to them.

Seeing that his father wasn't going to answer his question, Joe poured from the box of cornflakes that was always in the center of the kitchen table. He was used to fixing his own breakfast having been pretty much on his own since his mother died. Art had usually left for his job as a construction foreman in town by the time they got up to go to school and when he came home, they were usually the ones who fixed supper. It was a nice arrangement and both he and his sister Lee had come to prize their independence.

"Good morning all!"

Joe whirled about and saw his sister approaching the table and he felt his heart thudding loudly. His breath caught in his throat as he saw for the first time how beautiful she really was! She was wearing a short white dress of thin cotton… and although Joe couldn't see anything that special about it, it made Lee look like a fairy princess. Her ash blonde hair hung in curls around her shoulders and she looked as if butter would melt in her mouth. The young girl smiled sweetly at both her brother and father, taking her place beside them at the table. Gracefully, she helped herself to cereal, seemingly oblivious to both of their stares.

Joe wondered if his father was noticing how beautiful she looked today too… and he wondered what he would think if he could have seen his daughter with her nightgown pulled up around her hips, displaying the perfect petals of her little pussy as her fingers worked passionately within its deep fleshy folds. How would Daddy have reacted to that!? But this was a brief speculation, for soon Joe was lost in his own personal image of Lee… the new one. She was a beautiful girl, not just his younger sister, and he felt himself responding to her in an entirely different way as though his watching her the night before had turned her into a completely different person. He felt unaccountably shy with her and could not meet her eyes. Beneath the table, his swollen young penis pulsed hotly and from time to time he would cast sideways glances at the protrusions of his sister's breasts where they pushed against her dress. Last night he had seen them! he kept telling himself. But today, it was even more exciting, seeing her with clothes on! It was all very confusing. He longed to talk to her, to ask her first what it was she was looking at last night, but, he knew that that would automatically give him away and his sister would know that she herself had been spied upon.

Art looked at his daughter with surprise too. There was something different about her today… but he couldn't figure out what it was. She was getting more beautiful everyday, he thought… and it pained him to see the resemblance to both his wife and to Dorothy. Yes, the family strain was very strong. And with something akin to panic, it occurred to Art that one day in the not too distant future, his little girl, now only thirteen, would be moaning under some bastard like himself, having the time of her life probably, while some creep fucked the stuffing out of her! He got up and went to the stove to fetch the coffee pot, trying to tell himself what a damn fool he was for getting so excited about something that A, couldn't be helped and B, was a long way off. But somehow, he couldn't erase the uneasy feeling and worse, he had a distinct image in his mind… a full blown color photo… of what little Lee would look like, panting and squirming while her little cunt was filled to the belly by some massive prick!

Abruptly, he left the kitchen without saying a word to either of the children. He went into the hall closet and got out his plaid hunter's jacket. It was October and although there were still a few warm days hawking back to summer, today was definitely looking toward the hard winter that had been promised for the entire Eastern Seaboard. He wasn't sure just where he was going, but he knew he had to get out of the house. The combination of what had happened with Dot last night and what he'd just dreamed up about his daughter was just too much for him to take. He figured he'd walk around for a while and then maybe go down to the lodge and watch the game on TV… maybe a couple of the fellow would show and he would go a few rounds of stud poker.

"See you later, kids!" he called as he started out the door. "Don't forget your chores!"

Lee and Joe stared at each other. Lee was bursting to tell him about Daddy and Aunt Dot… but something held her back. She really needed the right atmosphere… the right circumstances to disclose her big secret. She felt ravenously hungry and very adult. The mysteries of life were opening up to her and she was more than equal to them. She felt strong and proud… invincible really… it wasn't every day that a kid found out such an earth shaking secret… and she felt doubly blessed. After all, she could have just happened to come upon them kissing… whereas what they'd been doing in the den was very far removed from that mild form of affection!

She looked up at her brother with a new fire in her eyes, trying to convey to him her new knowledge without actually using words… but all that Joe could see in her eyes was the reflection of his own desire-wracked face. He wanted to touch her… to touch her between the legs just the way she had been touching herself… that would be simple enough… he had seen well enough what she'd done and he knew that he would be able to repeat it gesture for gesture.

"What are you going to do today?" Lee asked suddenly, still staring at him strangely.

"Oh… I don't know… fool around I guess… what are you going to do?"

"… Dunno… watch Bandstand on TV later, maybe… you wanna watch with me?"

"… Sure…" Joe replied shyly. Any other time he would have told his sister she was crazy and gone out to play tackle football with the guys the way he usually did. But today, he felt that he couldn't afford to pass up any opportunity to be with the hot young creature who just happened to be his sister too. Besides, he figured if he hung around her long enough, she'd tell him what she'd seen.

"I'm gonna work on my model plane in the basement, anyway… we could watch down there…"

"It's a date!" Lee cried, leaping up from the table. She took a big bunch of grapes from the ice box and cradling them in her bare hands, headed for the living room. Joe sat perfectly still, watching her walk away from him. She swayed when she walked. Had she always done that? He didn't think so… but then he'd never watched his sister walk away from him before either. He watched her all the way into the living room until he saw her plunk herself down on the sofa, picking up a confessions magazine as she did so. The image of her full, yet compactly small buttocks remained engraved on his mind. He'd like to touch them too, he thought. He wondered if she would let him? He knew that in the past whenever he had wanted to do something and she hadn't, he had always won out… but this was another matter entirely, and most of the self-confidence he normally felt with his sister had been completely undermined.

Confused, he cleared the table, realizing that Lee had no intentions of doing the dishes and that any chores that they had to do would no doubt be left until the very last minute. He piled the cups and saucers and bowls in the sink and then decided to go outside for a while. Looking at the wall clock, he saw that they had a full hour before Bandstand was due to come on. Somehow, it seemed such a long time to wait for what he had begun to think of as the cozy date that he had with his sister in the basement. But in another way, when he thought about it in a certain light, it seemed only seconds away and he hoped to prolong the time just as any child on the verge of adulthood has moments when he innately senses that there are some things far better about remaining a child.

The air was crisp when Joe stepped outside the door, aware that Lee was watching him from the living room sofa. He casually closed the door behind him and began to button up his thick school sweater, the one with the letter he got for wrestling, on the back in steel and garnet, the school colors. He had always thought that steel and garnet were pretty crummy names for what was really ugly maroon and battleship gray, but the letter was a great symbol of his manhood and he was proud of it.

Looking up at the sky, he saw dark storm clouds gathering to the east, and he presumed that it was already raining out over the ocean. He decided that a short walk to the basketball court at the corner would give him something to occupy his time and he set off in that direction. As he walked, the yellow maple leaves were being whipped off the trees, to fall in damp clumps on the cement below his feet. Everything in nature was echoing what he was feeling inside. When he got to the corner, he threw a few baskets with the guys who were there and then growing bored quickly, he returned home. He kept thinking of his younger sister, Lee, and her little golden pussy…

Using his key, he let himself in and was surprised to find that she was nowhere in sight. It was almost time for the program to come on! Hurrying to the basement door, he was elated to hear the sound of the television set blaring from below. Hastily, he clamored down the wooden steps. She was sitting on the floor on the braided straw rug that had been there ever since they could remember. He noticed that she had changed into a pair of white shorts so tight fitting around her hips that he wondered just how she could breath in them. He found himself breathing hard as he sat down next to her after bringing over one of his models for a final adjustment before it would be ready to fly.

"Hi!" Lee said casually, keeping her eyes glued to the screen. Joe looked at her, wondering if he had imagined everything that happened last night. She looked totally innocent of ever having had a lewd thought in her life.

On the blurred screen of the old TV set, teenaged couples could be seen dancing with each other to the latest hits. Joe wasn't very interested in seeing the gyrating couples but he did find himself appraising some of the better looking girls in a new light. He was looking at them as potential young pieces of tail…

"WOW!" he thought, when he realized what he was thinking. His sister's presence next to him was warm and quiet. She seemed completely engrossed in the program. Several times he thought she was going to say something and then was disappointed when she remained silent. He found himself getting more and more excited and once when his arm brushed against hers he felt the hairs on his neck standing on end. She jumped about a mile and he began to suspect that she was just as nervous as he was. He decided to take the upper hand during a commercial.

"How'd you sleep last night?" he asked slyly, amazed at his own boldness.

His sister looked at him curiously and answered, "OK, I guess…" And then as an afterthought, "how'd you sleep?"

Joe looked directly into her eyes and saw something like embarrassment there. And yet, Lee continued to meet his gaze defiantly. He coughed and looked down at the model plane in his hands.

"… not so good…" he croaked his answer. There was a long pause and then he added breathlessly, "I… uh… kept hearing things…"

Lee stirred beside him and said nothing.

"… and seeing things!" Joe added for good measure. No sense in backing down now!

His sister looked at him now, realizing that Joe had seen her nocturnal vigil in the hall. She realized that he had probably seen everything and after a few moments of severe discomfort, she finally mustered up her bravado and smiled.

"Did you enjoy what you saw?" she asked, her small pointed tongue lingering a bit on her lips before she tucked it back into her mouth.

Joe's cock leapt to attention, pressing upwards. God, would it ever stay down again?

"… yea…" he answered, "very much…"

A force field had grown up between them and Joe suddenly pushed his model plane away. He felt as though every word they were saying was of some historical value, so important did it all seem. He could feel them drawing nearer, to each other and nearer to the recognition of many secret things.

Lee's hand suddenly moved upward and touched his cheek. He felt as though her fingers were burning a hole in his face and squirmed a little, but not so much as to make her move her hand away. He didn't quite know how it happened, but seconds later he simply leaned forward and kissed her. At first he kissed her tentatively on the cheek, but then he was shocked to feel her hands drawing him closer to her… forcing his mouth hard against her softly giving lips. To his own surprise, he found himself drawing back, trying to get away.

"No… no, Sis… we shouldn't… I mean…"

"Oh, Joe, there's nothing wrong with kissing!" his younger sister answered, her blue eyes shining. But nevertheless, Joe saw that her lower lip was trembling and that she seemed on the verge of tears. Outside there was a rumble of thunder and moments later, wind and rain began to splatter against the small basement window.

"I… I saw you last night…" Joe blurted out as though this direct statement would clear the air between them. But Lee only leaned forward again and placed her lips on his, this time sticking her tongue out so that it wet his lips and poked between them, seeking entrance to his mouth. Joe kept his eyes wide open, aware of the television blasting nonsense words in the background and the storm outside. Strange streaks of excitement whirled round inside him, emanating from his lips and continuing throughout his body down to where his youthful penis jerked spontaneously below.

At last the kiss was over.

"Joe, would you like to touch me?" Lee asked. Her voice sounded low and urgent and Joe remembered his earlier thought of wanting to touch her… his fantasy of making her go through with it. But now, she was the aggressor and he… God, why was he acting so dumb! He struggled inwardly against his reticence wishing to appear knowledgeable to his younger sister… but all he could do was stammer out a series of unintelligible sounds in answer to her request.

When Joe did nothing further but remain sitting there close beside her on the floor, his arm touching hers, Lee smiled reassuringly up at him and said, "Here… give me your hand."

Her hand felt cool and very small in his as she picked it up and placed it at the opening of her loose blouse. Closing her eyes half-way and sighing a little, she gave it a little push into the interior of the material. Joe's fingers encountered the creamy young flesh of her neck and then, naturally continuing downward, across the even textured skin. When his hand came to a stop just before reaching the faint rise of the top of her breast, Lee prompted him.

"Go on… go on… a little bit more…"

Joe felt like a time bomb about to explode, but he let his hand be guided still deeper into the mysterious cavern of her throat. Then the tips of his fingers were brushing the gently rising mound of tenderness that formed her right breast. He had never felt anything so soft! He knew that his own skin was not nearly so smooth and he was prompted to wonder if all women were like that… perhaps even Aunt Dot! The very thought of his Aunt made him start to shake, but at the same time his desire doubled instantly, giving him the courage he lacked. He reached out and cupped the entire mound of his sister's ripe young breast in his trembling hand. In his palm pulsed the rubbery tip of her nipple! It felt very odd and undeniably exciting. His fingers came together to twist the firm bud of flesh and as he did so, he felt her wiggle and squirm a little.

"Ooooooohhh…" she sighed, leaning forward to kiss him again, "… ooooohhhhhh…"

Joe recalled in vivid detail how Lee had teased her own breasts the night before and began in earnest to attempt to recreate the experience she had given herself. He felt driven now, and he knew that he would need little guidance from that moment on. As she quivered with pleasure beneath his touches, a sense of power rose in him and he knew for the first time, the purely masculine joy of pleasing a girl. It was a heady feeling and one which gained complete control of him, making him lose track of the time and the place. He even forgot that Lee was his sister. It didn't seem to matter really. With her lips so wet and open, playing on his, her tongue thrust deep in his mouth, he could hardly think at all! What mattered was that he was a boy and she a girl… a more than willing girl at that! And as the delicious moments passed, he found himself becoming more and more agitated. His hand ground down upon the delicacy of her breasts now going from one to the other with feverish speed, and as he returned her fervent kisses, he pushed them both back upon the rug.

"Joe… oh, Joe…" Lee murmured between kisses, "… do me… do me like you saw me do last night… please!"

Lee felt as though everything was coming apart. She felt light and airy and totally receptive as little shivers took hold of her at her slightly older brother's strong caresses. From the moment he had first hinted about seeing her last night, she had felt a burning heat in her loins and urgent desires for him to touch her. It had seemed like nothing could stop her from making that wish come true. Her nipples felt sensitive and red but the pain was even more wonderful than the pleasure as she urged him to continue. She was lying flat on her back now looking up at him. His boyish face was a mask of desire and just looking at him made her squirm with lust. He was lying on his side beside her and she lifted her arms up to draw him over her.

"Yeesssssss…" she hissed as his body molded over hers. "Yeeeeesssssss…"

"L… L… Lee…" Joe stammered. "Are… are you sure?"

"Oh, yes… I'm sure… like last night… just like what you saw yes… yes… yes…"

Joe's hand fumbled forward and downward. He could hardly breathe correctly and sometimes he found he was holding his breath and other times panting lewdly. His hand traveled down along her belly and he felt her lifting up to undo the back of her shorts. Her pelvis bumped up against his and he felt his hard, incited young cock digging through all the layers of material into her stomach.

Lee felt it prod just as she undid the zipper on her shorts and she gulped. She hurriedly and awkwardly tried to pull the shorts down and Joe found himself helping her. Bit by bit the brief pants peeled down and it was clear that she was naked underneath them. Down, down over her young, but already rounding hips, and pale white loins… revealing her bellybutton and the naked expanse of her flat stomach… then the same golden patch of light triangular fuzz that he had spied last night… only now it was so very near… came into view!

Joe swallowed the excess saliva that seemed to have accumulated in his mouth as Lee kicked off her shorts. His hands resumed an ardent manipulation of his sister's pliant young breasts. Wave after wave of hot passion overwhelmed him as his fingers ran harshly and then lightly over her young girlish titties. He was enjoying them like a child with new toys on Christmas morning. His other hand lingered at the tiny hollow of her navel scarcely daring to move on. It seemed that it would stay there forever when suddenly, Lee whispered, "Let's play a game…" His sister's entire lower torso was undulating now beneath his hand and he was lying half on her and half on the floor.

"What kind of game?" he asked, his prick aching, balls tingling.

"Let's pretend…" Her hand was on his… the one on her belly… and she began to move it down along the satiny naked flesh.

"Do you think I'm pretty…?" Lee said changing the subject, almost timid now.

"What game?" Joe almost shouted. Everything was just too much for him now and he was suddenly unaccountably angry. The slowness with which his hand inched toward the tousled blondeness of her moist little pussy was almost unendurable but he was powerless to make it go faster, to give his hand a will of its own.

"You pretend I'm someone else… anyone… like a movie star… or… or… just anyone you like a lot… and I'll do the same… and after… after we'll tell each other…"

Joe never got a chance to answer his sister's question as at that very moment, his hand found itself entangled within the wetness of the hair-fringed opening of her small palpitating pussy.

And as far as he was concerned it wasn't Lee he was touching… he was playing her game all right… and he wasn't touching his sister's cunt at all… it was Aunt Dot's! She too would be blonde down there and she would feel just like that. The wet slit opened at the slightest touch of his fingers as he let them dip into the soft fleshiness of the fuzz-lined lips. She was rolling on the floor, her pussy squirming from side to side, making his fingers touch every seeping bit of it… from the top of the tiny tip of flesh that sprang back beneath his prodding to the deep well-like clefts, the protruding inner lips… then down below to the tiny throbbing hole!

Unbelievably, he felt a totally unexpected touch on his groin. Lee was fumbling at his fly, searching for the zipper. With accumulating desire, he felt her pull it all the way down and then she reached inside to fondle his hot raging penis. She pulled on it and it sprang out, bobbing like a fish out of water. Lee's voice reverberated softly in the basement room.

"Oh, darling… darling Daddy…"

Joe was shocked, but the sudden knowledge that Daddy was the person Lee was imaging was enormously stimulating and he felt his cock leap in her warm caressing palm. He renewed his fervent touches, no longer ashamed to be imagining his beautiful Aunt now that he knew the full extent of his sister's imagination, but letting himself slip evermore completely into his fantasy as surely as his fingers dug wetly between her hot young thighs.

As his fingers worked firmly within the confines of the tiny slippery hole between her legs, Joe had another moment of indecision. This is wrong… very wrong! But just as the thought flashed across his mind, a vision of his aunt's face superimposed across Lee's and simultaneously, she pushed his foreskin all the way down to the base of his now raging penis.

"Oh, God… ohohohohohoh… it's wonderful… don't stop… don't stop…" He felt a thick tension building up inside him. His cock in his sister's hand, letting the tiny drops of pre-cum slide down on her fingers, caressing the thick head, slipping rapidly up and down.

"Daddy… oh, Daddy…" Lee moaned, her voice sounding as though she were in a coma… coming as if from the bottom of a well. She was in heaven. It felt wickedly good… so good to have the double joy of her brother's frantic hand at her lustful cunt and the bitter-sweet dream that that hand belonged to her father. She could hear the obscene beat of one of the most popular new songs still playing on the television and Joe's middle finger seemed to be manipulating her virgin flesh in time to it! No one else had ever touched her before and she realized how much greater the pleasure was than when she used her own hands. She held onto her brother's penis, instinctively doing the right thing and learning from his reactions just what he liked best. She could feel the hard ragged weave of the straw rug on her moving buttocks and Joe's fingers on her breasts and her blonde cunt felt magical. Her whole body writhed uncontrollably on the basement floor as she parted her legs wide to accept the welcome intrusion of her father's… yes, it was her own dear daddy's hands. She clutched at the hard prick in her hand with great urgency while pushing her hips up so that the fingers could smooth deeply within the folds of her tight young pussy. She felt a sudden madness as her loins began to tingle with a growing sense of complete abandon. There was nothing else in the world but this wonderful sex… and she vowed silently through her passion to devote herself to it from then on.

Joe's fingers strained to gain entrance to his younger sister's cuntal aperture pushing at the tiny vaginal slit that he had so recently discovered. He thought he was going to cum, but remembering the night before, he realized that Lee had not yet responded completely as she had done in her final agony on the hall floor. It was hard, but he tried to restrain himself, all the while pushing his finger upward against the tight opening at the base of Aunt Dot's pussy.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm…" Lee moaned. "Ooooohhhhhhhhhh Daddy… do it… do it to meeeeeee…" she begged, gasping. She was coming near to orgasm as Joe's finger gave a last push and entered the minute vaginal channel, sliding halfway up inside the incredible wet warmth. Lee's body became something no longer kin to human. She was twisting and turning, grinding her teeth, opening her small well-formed thighs outward and then rapidly closing them in, vise-like on his churning hand.

"Oh, God! Oh, yes! Oh! Oh Daddy! IIIIIIIIIIII…" Lee fell back still under the lascivious control of her brother's finger, her little pussy convulsing wildly as delight surged through her sensitive nerve endings. She saw flashes of light behind her closed eyes and thought she was blacking out. The pink flanges of her pussy gratefully responded to Joe's rapid finger fucking, shivering with a new torment as her virgin vagina was penetrated deeper and deeper by his probing digit.

Automatically, her hand jerked back and forth on Joe's cock, pulling the loose foreskin upward savagely as she rolled beneath the effects of her orgasm. The tip of his cock appeared one last time before he threw his head back and gave out a short sharp cry. His semen began to spurt unevenly at first and then a thick long stream flooded forth from his jerking cock. His balls were dancing as they let loose their fluids, relieved to be rid of their hot searing contents. Joe looked down and seemed to see Aunt Dot's face once again… seemed to feel her orgasmic fluids seeping around his fingers and as his sperm fell across the naked belly of the young girl beneath him, he saw his aunt's creamy nudity, the light downy fuzz that led a straight path down her stomach toward the hot little spot down between her quivering legs.

Lee groaned as the last dregs of her orgasm spun through her. She lay as though thrown on the floor from a great distance, her legs crooked, body twisted… only the lower half of her completely naked… her upper torso still covered by her crumpled blouse. In her ears she still heard her own cries as well as Joe's.

"Aunt Dot…" he'd cried out. "Aunt Dot!" just before he fell over her in a crumpled heap.

And as she felt his finger twitch a little, still snuggled deep inside the velvet sheath between her thighs, a plan was already beginning to form in her mind.

CHAPTER FOUR

"Yes, right away, Art… You've got to come over right away!"

"But what… what about Nick…? I mean…"

"Art, please…! This is an emergency! Nick will probably just go upstairs to bed once you get here… I can't go out of the house tonight… I'm too frightened!"

"Okay, Dot… I'll be right over!" Art hung up the phone, scratching his head. What on earth was wrong with Dot? He hadn't heard from her since the night two weeks before when they'd made such beautiful love in the den. He hadn't called her, not wanting to push anything. And now, suddenly this phone call from her! He went to the hall closet and got out his top coat. Joe and Lee were sitting in the living room… Joe working on one of his planes and Lee reading one of those damned romance magazines she was always into.

They both looked up at him expectantly and he wondered how much of his phone conversation had been overheard.

"Be back in a while… may be late… so don't wait up," he called to them. "Got to go over to Aunt Dot's." He just left it at that and started toward the door, distressed and worried about what Dot's problem could be.

"Sure, Dad… don't worry about us. We'll be fine!"

"Yes, Daddy…" Lee joined in. "Have a nice evening!" she called out sweetly.

After the door had closed, she and Joe looked at each other and then they both burst out laughing. Joe raced to the couch where Lee was sitting and flinging himself down, embraced his sister lovingly.

"It won't be long now!" he shouted, excitement brimming over in his voice.

"Yes… soon we'll both have what we want the most!"

"Then will you let me do it to you?" Joe asked, his hand already rising beneath his blonde sister's abbreviated skirt. As his fingers tickled her naked thighs and approached her waiting young pussy, in his mind he was rereading the note that he and Lee had compiled after several days of plotting and planning in the basement.

***

With a trembling hand, Dorothy showed Art the note. They were in her kitchen and her husband Nick was sitting alone in the living room. Art had followed her out, ostensibly to assist her with making drinks and sandwiches. And now, beneath the glaring light of the ultra modern kitchen, he read the note that was composed solely of letters clipped from newspapers.

WE KNOW ABOUT YOU AND YOUR BROTHER IN LAW IF YOU DONT WANT YOUR HUSBAND TO KNOW COME TO THE OLD SHACK IN FAIRMOUNT PARK TUESDAY AT 8:30. COME ALONE OR ELSE!

Beneath this were directions for getting to the place mentioned and a repetition of the demand that she come alone.

Art turned the paper over and examined it carefully. It was plain typing paper… the kind that can be bought in any dime store, and nowhere was there any clue as to who the sender might be. Tersely he asked Dorothy how the note had arrived and when she replied that it had arrived in the morning's mail, he asked to see the envelope… all in the same tense voice. Dorothy produced the envelope from a pocket in her dress and Art saw that there was nothing there either to distinguish the letter.

"What should we do?" Dot asked, her voice a raspy whisper. "I've been going half out of my mind… Oh, Art, I can't stand it… who could it be… and what could they want…? Do you think it's money?"

"It usually is in something like this…" Art answered grimly.

"Art… what if they were to tell Nick… How do you think they know when… how…?"

"How would I know?" Art almost shouted, annoyed by her repeated questions. "The important thing is that they do know!"

"Hey in there!" the voice came from the living room. "How's about something to drink out here… or don't I count in this house these days?"

Dorothy's face turned pale and she hurriedly began throwing ice into glasses.

"Coming right away, Nick!" Then in a whisper, she added to Art. "Oh, Art I don't think I could stand it if Nick were to find out… he'd make my life even more miserable than it is now!"

"In addition to that, good old Nick has the pull to have me fired from my job in a split second… and given the right circumstances, I think he'd be just nasty enough to do it!" Art stuffed the note and the envelope in his pocket and began to rifle about in the refrigerator finding some ham and cheese, he threw it onto a plate that Dorothy handed to him. She added some rye bread and a jar of mustard and placing it on a tray with a couple of knives, they started toward the swinging door.

"Don't worry… I'll think of something… we have two days until Tuesday. Meet me downtown tomorrow at Wanamaker's in front of the Eagle at noon… we'll have lunch and try to figure this thing out!"

"What about the police? Do you think…"

"Are you kidding?" Art interrupted her. He watched Dorothy frown nervously and start through the door with the tray. He couldn't help wanting to grab hold of her then and there and kiss her… and so he did. Encumbered as she was by the tray she was holding, she couldn't offer much resistance, but she tried nonetheless to get away, whispering: "Art please… how can you at a time like this!"

"I don't care, Dot… I've been thinking about nothing but you since that night." He lifted his hand and let it brush against her breast and watched her stiffen. Her eyelids fluttered and her face reddened and Art knew he had gotten through to her.

"You too, eh?" he asked, smiling.

Dorothy pushed out the door and into the living room where Nick sat waiting in his big overstuffed chair.

"Been having some kind of family conference?" Nick asked looking at both of them. He was in his early fifties, already completely gray. It was clear that he had once been a good-looking man and only his pot belly and his sour disposition kept him from still being one.

Dorothy smiled nervously and placed the tray of drinks on the coffee table. She hoped that Nick didn't suspect anything. It was hard to tell. He was always sarcastic and terse, no matter what the circumstances… and Dorothy felt at the end of her rope. Art had been right, she'd been thinking of him night and day, those last two weeks, and what was worse, her body seemed to crave his touch. Her days had passed slowly and painfully since she had given in that night in the den and Nick's ill humor didn't help matters any.

He always accused her of being an idle housewife… and she supposed he was right. It seemed especially true since she now had Art in her life. She was nothing but a common adulterous housewife! It didn't seem to make any difference that Nick was an absolutely impossible man to live with… ignoring her most of the time and when he wasn't ignoring her, insulting her! She couldn't help looking at him now on this disturbing evening… and comparing him to Art who sat across from her. What a contrast!

She overheard the two men discussing the construction business and then she blocked out the sound of their voices, preferring to look ahead to the next day's lunch when she was confident that Art would find a solution to their dilemma. Imagine her, Dorothy Rogers, receiving a blackmail note! It was like something in one of those soap operas she sometimes watched on TV… only this time it was real! Even with the terrible knowledge that someone else… probably more than one person since the note had said "we" knew about her indiscretion with Art. Had someone been watching through the living room window that night? she wondered. Or had they been spied upon that earlier time when she had let Art kiss her in her own garden! The idea of some awful person or persons, watching her in such an intimate, illicit moment sent chills, of terror through her.

***

Lee and Joe hurried home from school on Tuesday. They both felt breathless and keyed up about the audacious plan they had devised for that evening. They rushed inside the house and down to the basement which was their domain. A kinship stronger than blood bound them recently and neither did or thought anything important without telling the other. Singly, each was a somewhat reticent youngster… together, by egging each other on, they became devilish master planners, giving each other the courage to go beyond the limits of fantasy… bringing out all the strange thoughts in their minds to a world of stark reality. Ever since Lee had told Joe about Daddy and Aunt Dot, the two of them had been plotting and scheming, trying to think of some way to achieve the perverted ends each desired.

To them it seemed natural that they should be allowed to taste the same forbidden fruits so freely sampled by their father and aunt. Not knowing that the meeting Lee had overseen was the first of its kind, they imagined that the two of them had been carrying on for some time… and mixed with their newly aroused licentious interest was a perverse delight in punishing their elders.

Joe looked across at his sister now… she was readying the blindfolds they had made from their father's old socks, testing them once more to make sure they were strong enough. Joe was leafing through the marital sex manual once more and he felt his penis tense with anticipation of the night's adventures. He and Lee had made love many times since that first rainy afternoon in the basement, but Lee had always insisted that it be the same way. She was saving herself, she told him… saving herself for Daddy first! It was hard for him to keep from begging her over and over again to allow him to go all the way. Because now he wanted to… wanted to desperately… even with the thought of seeing Aunt Dot… he could see Lee's slender legs outstretched and between them, the nylon covered patch of her panties that covered her blond, fuzz-covered young pussy.

"Lee…" he called. "Come here a minute…"

Lee looked up at him and recognized in her brother's eyes the familiar spark of lust that she'd seen so often recently. It instantly kindled an answering signal within her loins. Her handsome older brother had become such an expert at titillating and teasing her tiny cunt! She scrambled to her feet and approached him, beginning to slip out of her white panties as she walked. When she reached him, they formed a tight stretch of flimsy white nylon dropped down around her ankles. Still sitting down, Joe reached out and helped her step out of them and let his hands run up along her smooth calves, continuing slowly and with great deliberation until he reached the area just below her excitedly quivering pussy. By picking up her skirt, he could look directly up into the rose and gold slit between her creamy thighs.

"Oh, God…" he murmured and licked his lips between her legs. "I can hardly wait until tonight!"

***

The night was cool and dark as there was no moon at all. It was a perfect night for lovers, but Art and Dorothy didn't even think of that as they hurried through the quiet streets toward the park. Dorothy wore a lightweight coat dress and a small handbag was clutched in her hand. Art held onto her arm tightly and they both were absolutely silent. They had already done all the talking they could stand… examining the problem from as many aspects as they could, and finally Dorothy's proposal had prevailed. In spite of Art's objections, she had decided that she would go to the old workman's shack in the park as the note had demanded. When Art insisted upon going with her, she reminded him of the terms of the note. She was not afraid for her life… all they wanted surely was money. She would either have to convince them that they were mistaken… once she found out how much they knew… or dig up the money somewhere, somehow. She had some savings, she had told Art earlier during lunch.

"What kind of guy do you think I am?" Art had asked. "This whole thing is my fault anyway… if any money is involved, I'll be the one to get it up!"

Dorothy had remained silent after this, never mentioning the money again for fear of hurting his pride. She often wished that she and Art could have met under different circumstances… instead of being directly linked to each other as family… if only they had been two strangers… free and unencumbered, meeting and recognizing each other at a party, perhaps. She often fantasized how it would have been if it had been she that Art had married and not her sister Betty.

She thought of this now as they scurried past the iron railing that bordered the park on the east… this and of Joe, her son.

A shiver went through her as she heard Art mumbling next to her and felt an additional pressure of his hand on her arm.

"By God, Dot. If anything happens to you…"

"Don't be silly! Nothing's going to happen to me. You wait for me right here… right at the entrance and you'll see… I won't be very long."

"If you're not back in an hour… I'm coming in."

"Fine," Dot said nervously. What could possibly take her an hour? She began to feel her legs growing weak and she wondered if she really had the nerve to go through with it. But then a glance at her watch told her that she had to hurry. And impulsively she threw her arms around her brother-in-law and kissed him hard on the mouth. Art put his arms around her waist, drawing her soft body close to his and forced the kiss into a longer duration than Dot had planned. She could feel his hard cock rising against her belly where it pressed against his. Something stirred inside her and she had the same old fantasy… if only it were all simple… she and Art together, husband and wife… no blackmail… no problems. If only it were simple! She wanted to go lie down with him somewhere right then… perhaps under a tree in the park… to lie down with him and let him fuck her the way he had the other night… the way a man was meant to fuck a woman!

But even as she was thinking this, she was pulling away from him. She let him hold onto her hand a brief second longer and saw the words forming on his lips just before she turned into the park.

"I love you, honey…" he said, "remember, I love you… and…"

For some reason, Dot was afraid of what he was going to add and she put a finger on her lips, blowing him a kiss with it and turned to hurry into the dark sylvan glades that made up this section of the park.

***

Joe and Lee were waiting… not inside the well preserved little shack that many kids played in during the day, but just outside. They hid behind a large tree trunk, both trembling with fear and apprehension. Joe looked at the waterproof wrist watch he had gotten for Christmas from Aunt Dot. It was almost time. He held onto Lee, who was standing in front of him, her tight little buttocks pushing neatly into his groin. They were both dressed in army surplus clothes they had bought with their allowance money. Old baggy pants and thick black wool sweaters. In his pocket, Joe had the gags and blindfolds they had devised. His hands trembled as they rose up along his sister's compact torso beneath her sweater. Her smooth skin was naked beneath the wool as his fingers reached the already hard nipples that formed small peaks at the tips of her shapely little breasts and he began to nervously twist them. He heard Lee moan and felt her twist a little and then thrust her buttocks back against his rising penis. A few seconds later, they heard footsteps approaching and they knew Aunt Dot was coming. They watched her in the darkness, her blonde hair glowing with what seemed to be a light of its own as she approached the cabin. Joe and Lee gave each other one last squeeze and began to creep toward her, keeping themselves under cover at all times. When they saw her tentatively enter the open door, bending over a little because the entrance way was so small… they suddenly leapt forward!

CHAPTER FIVE

Dorothy tried to scream when she felt the hands grabbing her from the back, but two hands clamped over her mouth while other hands quickly adjusted a blindfold to her eyes. She heard herself making muffled sounds… frantic cries for help that came out nothing like the panicky shrill shrieks she was trying to make. She realized that she was being hustled into the cabin, pushed from behind… and the shuffle of feet and the hands that she felt told her that there was more than one person there… at least two… maybe three! She thought she was going to faint then and there… but some sense of self preservation kept her conscious. If she was going to be physically harmed, she had to remain as alert as possible, to try to do anything possible to stop it!

Her reassuring words to Art echoed in her brain… and she realized just how foolish she had been to attempt this alone. As she felt herself being lowered – to the floor? – with a surprising gentleness, she began to sob as best she could with the gag covering her mouth. Being unable to see was terrifying and she was sure now that she was involved with maniacs of some sort. What was going to happen to her? She wanted to plead with them… to tell them she would do anything if only they wouldn't harm her… but the gag kept her from being able to communicate with her attackers. Absurdly, she wished that she had had a drink or two before this dreadful night had started. As she lay back on what seemed a soft enough surface, she was puzzled as nothing further happened. She sensed the presence of others in what she knew was a small room, but she didn't know how near or far away they were. Suddenly she tried to get up… there were no ropes binding her. Perhaps she could get away! As she began to scramble to her feet, she felt herself being firmly pushed back to the ground.

"We're not going to hurt you," a strange voice said. It sounded as if it were being muffled in some way… and yet there was something familiar about it… something she couldn't quite place.

Dorothy gulped and trembled. She felt so helpless… so useless!

The voice continued… was it the same one? She couldn't be sure.

"We intend to keep your little secret… about you and your brother-in-law… you know…"

Dorothy was panic stricken. She felt guilty enough as it was about her feelings for Art without having it drummed home to her in this hideous way. It was almost like some form of punishment… and even though she had been shocked when she'd received the anonymous note, it had in some way seemed to be a product of her inner psyche. Hadn't she known all along that she would be punished for her unbridled lust for her dead sister's husband?

"We have photographs…"

Photographs! The word exploded in Dorothy's mind. How could they possibly… and what of… unless… through the living room window! She recalled her obscenely splayed legs on the sofa that night… her rapture as Art's knowing fingers played teasingly between her thighs. Yes, she supposed someone could have taken a picture of that. It was possible, she thought with a sinking feeling. She had succumbed like a slut to her body's desires… quickly, without even thinking about it she had been overwhelmed and her own baby boy, Joe, had been sleeping in one of the next rooms! Well, now she was getting her just desserts alright! She just wished they would hurry and tell her what they wanted from her. She would agree… scrape together any amount of money… never see her darling Art again except in the most innocent circumstances… anything… anything!

"If you will cooperate… we will destroy them…"

It was definitely a different voice this time, coming from the right. She tried to be observant… she might have to remember all of this later. She remembered movies she had seen during which the blindfolded detective was able to tell just where the criminals had taken him from certain sounds… certain clues. But she didn't seem to be able to concentrate properly… she was too afraid… too upset.

"IF you cooperate…" the voice continued.

Violently, Dorothy shook her head yes… up and down… yes… yes… anything… she thought.

"Good!" the voice said. There was a pause. "First then, we will remove your clothes."

Dorothy jumped and automatically her hands crossed her breasts as though this futile gesture would protect her. She shook her head no just as violently as she had said yes before and tried once more to escape but she was forced back down once again and the mere touch of the alien hand now was enough to send her cringing back to the floor. She began to sob again, completely undone. How could this possibly be happening to her! She was going to be raped by complete strangers! The thought made her entire body tremble and shake all over and she felt as though she were going to lose all control of her senses. But instead, she just lay there cringing into what felt like blankets beneath her on the wooden floor, horrifying visions of what was to come filling her head.

"Don't worry…" a voice said, and it sounded almost kind. "We won't do anything to hurt you!"

From the other side the slightly higher-toned voice added: "You wouldn't want old Nick to see the photos, would you… and the rest of the neighborhood as well!"

The very thought made Dorothy want to disappear into the floor. If only she could somehow become invisible just to get up and walk out of there. If only she were somewhere miles away… beyond reach… out of sight of her lewd tormentors! But she wasn't and she couldn't help visualizing her husband Nick looking at the photographs of her and her brother-in-law… no doubt her face would have betrayed all of the acute ecstasy she'd felt. No doubt they were clear, color photographs, the kind that formed the center stories in Life magazine. Every detail of her lewd adultery would be clear! Her marriage would be ruined… Art's job gone… her reputation as the proper Mrs. Nicholas Rogers shattered. Well, there wasn't much left of her marriage anyway, but she couldn't let Art be ruined. How would he support the children while he searched for another job? The children! The children were bound to find out… someone would tell them… she was sure of that… there were enough malicious people in the world who would make sure that the children knew just what happened. Oh God, she had no choice! No choice. Only to give in to them… their evil dirty hands on her body… forcing her… touching her intimately…! She shuddered on the floor… shuddered and started to slowly shake her head yes… shamefully… up and down… yes… yes. For Art's sake… for her own sake… and most of all she would submit for the children's sake!

Joe glanced at his sister. Lee was breathing hard through the handkerchief she was using to disguise her voice… and he could see that her eyes were gleaming with excitement. She returned his gaze and Joe knew that the time had come. Below them on the floor lay the one woman who had occupied most of his dreams for the past year and maybe even more. Ever since he could remember, Aunt Dot had been someone special to him… even more special than his mother had been when she was alive, although he had never admitted that to himself before this moment! He didn't know just what it was… but it just was! Aunt Dot too, had always seemed to return his special feelings… when she looked at him, Joe always knew that it was with great love… and he didn't know how to describe it… something special.

Now Joe bent down toward the woman who was in reality his mother. He touched her foot and saw her involuntarily draw her leg away. Lee spoke through her handkerchief.

"You will cooperate!"

Dorothy felt two small hot palms slowly push her knees apart. She jerked and tried to stop them… but someone else caught her hands and held them out on either side of her unprotected body. The hands were sliding hotly up the inner softness of her thighs under her dress. Why hadn't she worn slacks! She twitched and moaned as they reached the top of her stockings and began to toy with the smooth sensitive flesh that lay between her hips and above her sheer hosiery. She heard heavy breathing and groaned from the awful humiliation of being touched by a complete stranger in such luridly helpless circumstances. Then another, more hideous thought struck her. Art had given her an hour before he said he would come after her! She tried to calculate how long she had already been there. Heaven knew what would happen if he came and discovered her being abused by these monsters! She could only hope that it would all be over before he arrived. Perhaps, she thought, if she were more cooperative… it would end… she would have the photos and she would be out of there… it would all be finished… a bad memory perhaps, but one which would allow the rest of her life to be resumed on some sort of normal level!

Joe made light contact with the thin legband of elastic that surrounded the sheer pink panties where tiny blonde strands of pubic hair curled out from underneath the edges. Dorothy groaned as he rummaged about on the outer edges, pushing it and sliding the material into the narrow slit of her trembling vagina. He was surprised at how still she lay now, almost as though she had resigned herself to what was happening. A new shaft of excitement pierced his heart at the thought of his audacity. He was actually touching her cunt! He felt Lee's bright eyes on him as she observed everything he did and he knew that all her lessons had served him well… he was going to go through with the whole thing without a hitch. His wildest dreams realized!

He played teasingly at first and then his index finger slipped suddenly beneath the thin protective crotch band and he flicked at the moisture of her exposed cuntal lips where they pulsed involuntarily beneath the thin pink panties. Dorothy groaned beneath the newest attack on her private world. She felt so open and vulnerable down there between her legs… and she knew that the other person, whoever it was, was watching this lewd act… an act of which she, Dorothy Rogers was the star!

Joe peered greedily up his mother's dress. But to him, she was Aunt Dot, a beautiful luscious blonde creature who looked the way he had always imagined she would when they would be in the position they now found themselves to be. He feasted lewdly upon the tight, bearded little hole between her legs until Dot suspected what he was doing and tiny tears of humiliation streamed down beneath her blindfold and she wondered what was to become of her. It was all so confusing! But she remembered the threats… and the photographs… and a determination came over her… a determination to stand it in order to protect her world and her child. Small choking sounds were rising in her chest, but she tried to stifle them. Perhaps if she acted as though she were aroused… it would all be over faster! She fell back in helpless submission. There was nothing else she could do after all! She felt the hem of her dress being pushed way up and bunched around her hips and all the while two hands held onto her arms, keeping her from moving them one way or the other. Then she felt her thin pink panties, no longer any protection to her, being slipped down over the tops of her naked thighs.

"Oh God, no… no!" she groaned helplessly, panic rising to the surface once more. "No!"

"Lift up!" the voice behind her commanded… and after only a second's hesitation, she obeyed, lifting her back up and feeling the smooth material being slowly pulled down off her voluptuously rounded hips, rolling down her thighs, revealing the entire surface of her golden hair-covered pussy.

Joe gasped. Aunt Dot's pussy lay naked before him. He heard Lee give a little cry too as they both stared at the sensuous sight of her helplessly exposed pubic triangle.

Dorothy had never felt more degraded in her life. She knew that even when she got the pictures back it would be a long while before she was the same again… a long, long while!

Joe pulled the panties down along the most exquisite legs in the world and lifted them off of his aunt's feet. She was still wearing her stockings and garter belt and her high-heeled shoes, but he decided to leave those on… they were pretty and besides they didn't hamper anything.

He looked up at Lee for advice… shall we take her dress off? Lee shook her head no… and pointed to her watch and Joe realized that it was true. The longer they took, the more danger there was in being caught. He would have to hurry. He bent over the helplessly spread female and first deeply inhaled the fragrance of her open vagina. The perfume of her body exhilarated him and he felt he was no longer a fourteen-year-old boy but an ageless man… a man who was born for this very moment. Hesitantly beneath his sister's approving gaze, Joe flicked out his tongue and wetly teased the slit of Aunt Dot's pussy. His tongue ran over the tiny bits of smooth flesh as well as the golden curly pubic hairs that protected them. Dorothy jumped against the hands that held her but to no avail… thumbs spread the soft hair-lined lips between her thighs and the teasing tongue probed back into her widespread pussy. She felt him kneeling between her legs so that they would remain apart and he continued the lascivious stroking with his deftly worming tongue slowly up and down within her secret slit, pausing at the most sensitive areas to rotate it about in small titillating circles against the moist bare flesh.

"Ohhh, God!" Dorothy thought she was going to go out of her mind. Never had she felt more horrible and degraded… it was ghastly! But she couldn't even cry out to him to stop. Inwardly she screamed, I can't stand it… I just can't stand it! Still the tongue teased between her open thighs, working its way all the way from her vagina through the palpitating narrowness of her outer cunt to the throbbing head of her clitoris. She was alarmed that this illicit flicking was making it begin to throb and she could feel it growing into a full erection against her will! She was squirming her hips down into the blanket now in a futile effort to escape the punishing tongue, but it did no good. Low guttural moans and pleas rose in her throat but were effectively stopped by the gag. The white plane of her belly danced before the children's eyes as Joe continued his hungry lapping at her helplessly exposed pussy.

His eyes bulging up from his enjoyable task, Joe looked beyond the golden-fleeced mound of his Aunt Dot's writhing cunt toward his sister. She nodded for him to continue.

"She's getting hot now!" she mumbled excitedly through her handkerchief.

And it was true. Aunt Dorothy's groans of desperation were slowly changing. Her thrashing body was quieting down to a more steady writhing. Her humiliation was turning into something else. The soft gentle stroking of her attacker's tongue was beginning to bring wicked tingles of pleasure to her brain. She felt exhausted by what was happening to her… indeed, by all that had happened recently. An odd thought entered her tortured mind.

"If this is your punishment, you might as well enjoy it!"

And she felt her body begin a definite responsive reaction to the lewd caresses to which it was being subjected. She felt control slipping away… but something told her she would have to get it back… she couldn't allow this to happen. But it kept on happening… her body was betraying her! What if Art were to come in and find her enjoying this depraved licking down between her legs! And yet, in spite of her resolve not to succumb, her vagina began to throb hotly and the wet tonguing of her clitoris was driving her insane. It was impossible… but it felt wonderful! Yes, no doubt this was her punishment… to actually enjoy a helpless cruel rape… to find an obscene act performed upon her naked body exciting beyond all control…

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm…" she moaned in spite of her desire not to. Unwillingly she began to squirm her hips upward to meet Joe's agile tongue.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm…" she repeated as he attached his mouth to the wide split of her cunt and began to suck upon the smooth moist tissues inside the bearded elastic mouth.

"Oooooooooooooohhhhhh…"

Suddenly there were hands reaching beneath her dress again searching for her breasts. The person behind her was no longer holding her arms down, but was now teasing her nipples! Dorothy abandoned herself to the sudden rush of pleasure as the unknown fingers twisted her erect, full rounded breasts while down between her thighs her pussy seemed like a hot glowing coal being flamed to greater and greater heights of lust.

"Hurry… put it in her now… NOW!" the one at her breasts breathed excitedly. The voice was very close to her ear and again it sounded familiar… it was a light voice, almost like a little girl's, but she knew that didn't make any sense. And, the obscene attentions being paid to her breasts and cunt made her beyond caring… she felt lost… a poor lost soul… condemned to hell… and that hell was now down between her open legs!

Joe raised his glistening wet face and knew immediately what Lee meant. He quickly opened his fly and withdrew his thickly pulsing member. It felt hard as granite in his hands… and bigger than it had ever been. Before him, he took in the small pink opening of Aunt Dot's seeping vagina… just waiting and ready for his cock! He was really going to fuck her… yes he really was!!! Dorothy cried out at the sudden loss of contact at her yearning genitals. God, he thought, she really wants it! She really digs it!

On an impulse, he suddenly reached up and removed the gag from her mouth. He noted that his sister's fingers were hidden deep within her dress and were kneading insistently at the older woman's breasts. The sight made his cock grow still harder. As soon as the gag was off, Aunt Dorothy instantly ceased her mindless writhing… there was a silence and then suddenly she said…

"Please… Oh, God, please do it to me… now… Now, I tell you… now!"

She had to quench the horrible desire that had risen inside her loins, had to know physical peace before she could think straight again. And besides… then it would be over then she could leave… It would all be over!

Joe kneeled up into her legs, holding his breath. His still virgin cock was going to know the inside of a woman's cunt for the first time in his life. What Joe didn't know was that the first woman would be his own mother!

"Aunt Dot!" he thought. "Oh sweet Aunt Dot… I'm going to fuck you… Oh, wow, I'm going to fuck you!"

He took another look at the shapely, wildly opened legs and bent down to ease them still wider. Her stockings had gotten ripped somehow and her garter belt strands were all twisted and stretched. Her luscious coral-hued vagina seemed looser and moister than it had been before and Joe thought he'd never seen anything so beautiful in his life. He pushed his cock forward and began to worm the smooth rubbery head of it into the velvety cuntal flesh.

"Oooooooooo… my God!" Dorothy responded, the boyish prick tantalizing her tormented cunt until her helpless whimpers filled the whole room. And then finally, he thrust the thick tip into the surging entrance to her vagina, pushing upward, continuing the slow, constant act of penetration until his boyish young cock was finally buried completely up in her white quivering belly…

He gritted his teeth at the almost unbearably pleasurable sensation and refrained from calling out her name, listening as his aunt began chanting with desire.

"Oooohhhhhh… aaaaaaaahhhhhhh…"

His body inclined back from her as his boyish cock attempted to reach the farthest height of her cunt and although it did not seem to go to the very end, it went in completely out of sight, buried deep inside her cunt so that his sperm-filled testicles hung flush against her smooth naked buttocks.

From her position staring down over her aunt, Lee could see that the older woman was completely enraptured. Her mouth opened and closed and sounds of ecstasy poured forth from it in a steady stream.

Dorothy started rotating her hips up to meet the boy so that he had to hold onto her thighs to keep from being thrown backwards. His rigid shaft felt fabulously pressured by her raging cuntal sphincter. Again and again he shuffled in toward her on his knees, forcing his cock deep into his mother's now hungrily contracting channel. It was like sliding into the ripeness of a peach or a mellow apricot as her hot streaming pussy hungrily swallowed his virgin young penis, pumping it lewdly, clutching at it as surely as a hand might have.

Lee watched, her fingers still kneading her aunt's wondrously soft breasts. She was fascinated at the sight of her brother's obscenely thrusting, perspiring young body. Between her legs she felt distinctly troubled by all that was happening… and she gave a slight moan herself at the sensuous feel of another woman's flesh beneath her fingers.

Joe's cock, from where she watched, appeared and disappeared like a well oiled piston into her aunt's straining pussy. It was reddish and swollen and each time he rammed into her, she gave an excited grunt and her breasts throbbed heavily in Lee's manipulating fingers.

Dorothy's thighs spread even wider and she tried to lift her legs up higher so that the boyish feeling cock could enter her still deeper. Even though it was not very large, the lunging boy's prick was arousing her inner flesh with tantalizing hot blows… and the perversity of her position of being fucked against her will by a complete stranger there in a deserted shack in the middle of Fairmount Park made her feel a sudden and overwhelming desire to cum. She could hear her attacker groaning too, and she tried to visualize what this gentle rapist might look like. Impulsively, she lifted her hands up since they were now free, and managed to touch his face. Why, it felt smooth… like a young boys! He was probably not much older than her own son, Joe, she thought suddenly.

To avoid her fingers on his face, Joe leaned forward over her, winding his hands into her hair, his mouth close to her, his face near his sister's, who was kneeling behind Aunt Dot's head. His prick kept fucking in and out of her and he laboured with delight over this beautiful blonde angel who writhed in helpless passion beneath him… trying to hold back the flood of his rising sperm until she too had reached her most acute moment.

Lee had taught him well, he reflected, and although she had never let him fuck her little pussy, she had told him enough and together they had read enough to know what to do when the real trial came. He was gratified to feel his aunt's cuntal lips clasping tighter and more hungrily around the fleshy intrusion of his virgin penis.

Dorothy began to feel the incredible rising tide within her quivering belly. She was completely helpless, not only because of her lewd attackers, but because of her own now uncontrolled masochistic desires. Her nerves felt stretched to the breaking point. There was nothing to do… no place to go but up… up into the delicious orgasm she felt beginning to build deep inside her hotly pulsating vagina. The cock inside her loins slipped out once and then quickly found its way back in again… and with this renewed touch, her belly and loins suddenly exploded into orange and white sparks of fire… a tiny pyromaniac had raced through every vein in her body, creating raging conflagrations wherever he went! Her orgasm flushed throughout her convulsively twisting body and she groaned out wildly as it hit with full force in the fiery pit of her golden pussy.

"Oooooh God, I'm cumming!"

Gushing waves of fluid flooded out around the young hammering cock, slipping forth from her widely parted vaginal lips as they clasped and unclasped around the neck of his penis. Her bliss was indescribable… never… not even with Art had she cum so beautifully! And in the midst of it, she was spurred on by the feel of her attacker's wet semen splashing in an endless stream of hot molten lava deep against her cervix.

"Yeeeeeeeeeessssssssss…" Joe cried out, his hands tugging at her hair.

"I… I'M… cum… cuuummmiing…!" Dorothy cried out in anguish as above her two soft lips crushed down on hers as her niece bent over to kiss her. Below, the hard little cock in her cunt continued to thrust slowly in and out, sliding smoothly in the wetness of their combined orgasmic juices. She could feel two small balls slapping at her buttocks and the sweet taste of the mouth on hers was puzzling, but highly erotic. She felt herself begin to slip into a semi-coma of outrageously forbidden fulfillment.

***

Art looked at his watch for what seemed like the millionth time. Exactly one hour had passed! His lips white and thin, he started into the park. He would kill anyone who hurt Dorothy, he realized with some alarm… actually kill! He had only gone a few yards into the darkness when he heard footsteps hurrying toward him. In a few seconds, Dorothy appeared, looking pale and disheveled. He rushed up to meet her and she collapsed in his arms.

"What? Dorothy! What happened? Did anybody touch you… why were you gone so long?"

Dorothy held back her tears and tried to control her voice.

"I… I was talking to them…" she lied.

"Then did you see them… what did they…?"

"No… no… I never saw them… but they were young I think… I was talking to them… They have photographs!"

"But that's not possible…" Art stuttered. "How could they?"

"I don't know… Art!" Dorothy fairly screamed at the breaking point. "I don't know, but they have them and we're getting them back in the mail this week… I persuaded them…"

"But what did they want… how much…?"

They started walking out of the park, but Art seemed to want to go back to the shack.

"Not much…" Dorothy lied, pulling him along after her. "Only about $200. I told you I think they're just kids… Art, I can't talk now… please take me out of here. We'll go get a drink somewhere and I'll tell you everything."

In her mind she was already making up the story she would tell Art… after all, since they had promised to send the pictures, what was the use in telling Art what she'd done? She didn't want to ever tell anyone what she'd done… and she was trying desperately to obliterate her shameful performance from her own mind.

CHAPTER SIX

When the second note came, it was Saturday morning and the whole family was sitting around the table. Art had been examining each day's mail anxiously and so had Dorothy. He'd given her two hundred dollars from his savings account which she told him she had left at the designated place. Now they were waiting for the photographs to be returned.

Lee and Joe looked up with interest when they saw their father ripping open the note. He began to bellow furiously when he read it, oblivious to their presence in the room. In spite of themselves, Joe and Lee couldn't help feeling a little bit frightened… Aunt Dot was one thing… and everything had gone smoothly… but it was really too late to turn back now… and besides, Lee was still determined to fulfill her fondest wish.

"Did you get the pills?" Lee asked her brother.

"Yea…" Joe replied, buttering a piece of bread. "It was easy… Tommy McCormick's mother takes them to sleep. He got them for me easily. Said it takes about half an hour to come on… and then it comes on strong!"

Lee giggled nervously. Now that her brother was no longer a virgin, she could hardly wait until she, too, entered the world of the initiated!

"Hurry and finish breakfast…" she ordered excitedly. "We've got to get busy… I want you to give me a few more sessions before tonight!"

Joe was only too happy to comply. The sessions consisted of his stretching his sister's tight little cunt with his fingers… never with his cock… not yet… but with his fingers and his tongue, for ever since Lee had seen him take Aunt Dot orally, she craved the same kind of stimulation… even going so far as to accuse Joe of holding out on her.

"Why didn't you ever do that to me?" she asked him after they got home that night. He promised her that he'd thought the whole thing up on the spur of the moment and then he had to execute the same agile tonguing on her willing thirteen-year-old pussy.

Now that Art had left the room fuming with their note instructing him to come that evening to the shack to get the pictures, Joe and Lee felt that they could retire to the basement and lock the door without being missed. Joe trembled with anticipation, knowing that after tonight he would be able to fuck his younger sister all he wanted. But what was worrying him was how and when would he get another chance at Aunt Dot!

But Lee beckoned from the basement door and he hurried to catch up with her.

***

Art walked along with great determination. He had expected to get the damned photographs in the mail, but if he had to go after them, he would. He decided against taking his car, preferring to walk off the big dinner that his daughter had prepared for him. She'd made a big deal about him eating it and he hadn't wanted to disappoint her by not enjoying it. He polished everything off, including the strong cup of expresso she'd made for him to top it off. Now he felt the big dinner stirring lazily in his stomach and he wished he hadn't had so much. Somehow, the coffee hadn't made him feel more alert as he'd thought, but rather it seemed to make him feel rather sleepy. Well, the walk should help clear up his head.

He swung along with great easy strides, unaware of the shadowy forms of Lee and Joe trailing behind him. They followed him through the park and after a short walk he reached the shack and went directly inside. They watched him light the candle they had suggested he bring along with him and then enter the small building. To their immense relief, he had been yawning loudly all the way, and now, from inside the shack they heard another yawn and then a curse. They had piled several manila envelopes in a corner of the shack, stuffing them with old newspapers to make them look like they contained the precious photos… and from their father's curses, they were sure that he was opening them one by one.

They heard a great deal of mumbling and carrying on, accompanied by the sound of ripping paper and then there was a long silence. They waited for quite a while to be sure and then timidly peeked in. Sure enough, he had passed right out and was spread out on the floor. The candle flickered brightly from its place in the middle of the floor, illuminating the corners of the shack.

"Hurry, Joe…" Lee whispered, hurriedly dragging out the ropes and blindfold. Carefully, they tied his hands and legs… Joe using the scouting knots he had always excelled in. Then, they blindfolded him, making sure that everything was securely tied. When they had finished, they stood back and surveyed their work. They were both so frightened that they felt like running out of the shack… out of the city… out of the world!

"Well…" Joe asked. "What are you waiting for?"

Lee bent forward and began to remove her father's shirt. Suddenly, she realized she wouldn't be able to get it off over his tied hands… or his pants over his bound feet. She turned her face and shot a quick glance at her brother.

"Yea… I know…" he interpreted his sister's look, and bent down once more to untie the tight knots he had so carefully prepared. When he finally had freed their father Lee unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off. Art's gleaming muscular workman's chest heaved softly a scant few inches from her face. Then came the pants. She undid the belt, unzipped the fly and pulled them down. Joe took off his father's shoes and socks and tugged the trousers all the way off. Lee hesitated when it came to pulling down her father's boxer shorts but finally she reached out and slowly slipped the cotton underwear down his hips revealing the full enormity of his prick to her lustful gaze. Their father's completely nude, hairy body was revealed to their adolescent eyes in its entirety.

"He's so big!" Lee whispered almost reverently.

"Yeah!" Joe echoed… wondering if his own penis would ever grow to that size.

As Lee began to quickly undress, Joe set to reshaping the tight knots around his father's arms pressed into his sides and feet making doubly sure they were as tight as possible now that once more he could see the power in his father's strong body. Soon Lee was completely naked and Joe sat back to watch what would happen, not wanting to interfere with her plans. Besides, he was glad that he didn't have to do anything. He thought that if he were a girl, his father's enormous, muscular body would scare him to death.

But Lee seemed to have recovered her sangfroid now that she had removed her clothes. Joe thought she looked so small and lovely in the flickering candle light, her blonde hair shining, both on her head and between her sweet young thighs! He watched in wide-eyed amazement as his sister approached the sleeping giant on the floor. She looked as though she had forgotten his existence, her eyes fully trained on her beloved father. He watched as the sensuous area of her curved hips and lush round buttocks were presented to him as she turned her back and straddled Art's body. She stood poised for a second, and Joe knew he would always remember her like this as long as he lived. She raised her arms over her head provocatively, pushed her blonde hair up and then releasing it so that it fell softly to her shoulders. She was actually acting as though her father were watching her. Her soft pink nipples quivered to erectness as she languidly stretched her arms, and then slowly, ever so slowly began to lower herself down. With her legs wide spread, one dainty foot on either side of her father, Lee's compact creamy nudity formed an unforgettable tableau. She seemed about to do a split as her feet slipped outward further and further from Art's hard thighs. Simultaneously, her delicious soft golden mound was spread open, the little pussy lips opening wider still as they approached the long shaft directly below them.

"Damn!" Joe thought, she's really going to do it!

Art slept on as his young daughter's golden down finally reached his naked organ. She let herself remain upon it, her pink turgid inner membranes pulsed wetly against his member… and then she began to move. Leaning forward, she brought her face close to her father's, her firm full breasts flattened against his hairy chest, her little outer cunt beginning to slip up and down on the length of his cock.

Art stirred in his sleep… he had begun to dream… and it was sure a good one… something luscious and wonderful was happening to his cock and he was getting an enormous hardon!

Lee moved faster and faster, building up a delicious friction in the external area of her virgin pussy, feeling the giant cock she straddled grow to alarming size as she rode slowly and sensuously over it. But she couldn't stop, even though the fleshy pole between her legs was growing so big that her little rose-colored cunt was only occupying a small portion of its mass. The loose thick foreskin had slid back beneath the pressure of the ramrod within and now the entire knobby head surfaced, to become a bulbous mass in the small pit of her pussy. Lee stretched herself still tighter down upon its huge girth, swallowing her fear and letting the wonderful lusty sensations in her groin take over. Her Daddy's big wonderful cock! She smiled a little to herself as she panted above him, and then planted a small kiss on his lips. His long thick rod jumped up beneath her, striking the nub of her clitoris hard just as Lee happened to be sliding downward.

"Ooooooooooohhh…" she murmured.

"… AAaaaaaaaaaahhhh…"

Her cry brought Art to a state of semiconsciousness. He could feel breasts nudging into his chest, a soft sweet breath in his nostrils… someone on his prick, rubbing it… but all was black darkness.

Lee's full white thighs spread outward from his body, but he couldn't see them… the thin pink slit of her vagina nestled lovingly against his cock. Art knew now that a woman was making love to him… but where he was or how it was he couldn't seem to remember. Instinctively, he moved to put his arms around the obviously amorous female who was embracing him so intimately, but when he tried to move his hands, he found he couldn't. They were tied tight to his sides! He attempted to move his legs and was astonished to find that they too were linked together! And he had been gagged and blindfolded! Instantly, the memory of where he was and what he was doing there came back to him. The photographs! There hadn't been any… probably never were any! And this… this enticing, girlish feeling body was seducing him!

A fresh, moist, slightly hair-lined pussy slid tenderly up and down his cock, and in spite of his fury at being tied, Art found himself responding to it… who wouldn't! His daughter's petite young body jerked wildly above him and then her hands went down to tease the big cock that she had dreamed of touching so much. Now in addition to the slippery pussy being ground up and down the length of his prick, nimble fingers were playing with it too!

"Christ!" Art thought. "What kind of weird torture was this?" All he could do was lie there helplessly while she did what she wanted with him! In spite of himself, he began to visualize her… began to "see" blonde hair and a blonde cunt to match it. But the entire experience was so weird… he couldn't seem to believe that it was really happening. Sensuously lush buttocks settled backward on his thighs and he could hear her staccato breathing… her nipples felt hard and wonderful against his chest… and he was beginning to get impatient about the rest of this male rape!

Lee was in an erotic trance. Her smooth young thighs slapped nakedly against her father's and she was enjoying it all even more because she knew he was awake now! He was awake and responding to her.

"Mmmmmmmmmf…" Art mumbled.

"… MMMMmmmmmmffh." His cock jerked and jumped meaningfully and Lee couldn't help sighing loudly and then beginning to murmur.

"Ooooooooommmmmmmoooooohhhhh… aaaaahhhhhhh…" It just felt so good! Spreading her thighs wide apart and slipping her tender flesh upward, she allowed the gentle, sensitive entrance of her thirteen-year-old vagina to rest on top of her fathers rampant member. Her fingers separated her unused little cunt lips as much as possible and she tried to fit the incredibly big, smooth-headed prick inside their tiny circumference! She gasped as she realized she could barely stretch them that far! In fact, she was beginning to think that it was impossible!

She began to slide her cunt back and forth over her daddy's penis. Art was puzzled by what was happening. He could feel the small enticing slit spreading around his cock tip and feel the female above him straining to push herself down on his prick, but it didn't make sense! It was almost as if this divine perverted creature were a virgin! But he knew that wasn't possible… it seemed too strange to be true! Yet the more his unknown assailant tried to screw herself down on his cock, the more it seemed as though this was in fact the case!

Lee slaved over him, beginning to grunt out her frustration at not being able to open her straining vaginal aperture wide enough to accept her daddy's cock. After all the finger stretching she and her brother had done, too… it just didn't seem to have done anything… and she wanted to be fucked by Daddy so badly! Tears began to stream down her face as she labored over the gigantic penis, hardly noticing the pain that filled her cuntal area just from trying to fit the outsized organ into her minute opening.

Finally, Art couldn't stand it any longer. He had no idea what was going on, but he wasn't just going to lay there like a blob when some little cunt was trying desperately to screw him! With all the strength he could muster up under the circumstances, he bucked his hips upward just when he knew she was going to be trying to insert the rubbery tip by bouncing down on it.

"Aaarrrtgggghhh…" Lee shrieked and then whimpered as she collapsed on her father's hairy chest as the thick ball of his hardened cock slipped a little way into her silken pussy. The hair-fringed opening felt ripped apart and she was sure she would never be the same again! It took her a few moments to recover from the acute pain, and her father, sensing this, remained immobile, listening carefully, trying to recognize her voice if she made another cry. It occurred to him that the whole thing was an enormous practical joke… something someone had cooked up just to make a fool of him… being raped by a virgin was hardly in the realm of reality! And yet Dorothy had said they were real enough… Dorothy! Suddenly he wondered if she'd been lying to him about what happened to her in the shack. But of course that seemed even more unlikely than what was happening to him now!

By this time, he was determined to get his cock into that little cunt and to fuck it good… or at least to let it fuck him good! Slowly he pushed upward again and felt her straining down to help him. The impossible small opening split still wider and his cock slipped further upward.

"Nnnnnnnnngggggggggg…" she cried as the enormous pole dug upward into her loins. But it felt wonderful, even though the pain was making her wince and bite her lip. Her Daddy's prick was almost all the way inside her pussy! She wanted to call out to him… oh, Daddy, Daddy, fuck me… fuck my little cunt good… FUCK ME!

Art began a steady rhythm, even though his arms and hands hurt like hell from the ropes biting into his flesh. His cock was completely overstimulated by the tight young baby pussy being thrust down upon it and he was more excited by this weird sex act than by anything that had happened to him thus far in his life!

"Damn!" he thought. "Comin' up to get you, baby!" as his hips strained up… up… up.

"… ah… Ah… ah… ah… ah. ahahahahahahhhhhhhh…"

His cock was pushing, sliding, now actually racing forth, the whole of it arched from the pressure of the minute but strong vaginal pressure on it. His prick throbbed between the tender vaginal lips, the elastic rimmed tightness of her, sending wild fiery thrills through him as he began to flick his hips hard up and down, feeling her begin to tighten and relax onto his advancing and retreating pole.

Lee's buttocks, trembly and white, slid closer and closer to her father's legs now and as the cock finally reached its final destination, she felt herself ramming, open mouthed, down onto him, his balls snuggling up into the tightly clenched crack of her behind. It felt as though his cock was going to pop out of her throat! Her warm velvety damp slit was stuffed to the overflowing by the bulbousness of his prick, filled so that she wondered if it would ever get back out of her. She wanted to remain motionless, but even though he was bound and gagged, her father had ideas of his own!

"Mmmngh! Nnnnnghgh!" he wriggled upward still further.

"Oooooooh… afghhghghgh… arrrrrrrrrgh!!" she cried out, and then, Oh, God, she thought, I love him so much… I just love Daddy so much! His big beautiful prick finally sticking all the way inside her! The pain turned into a wondrous delight as obscenely, she screwed back at him, fucking downward into the pain, into the now fabulous feel of it. She had never fucked anyone before and now she was fucking daddy! The moist pink mouth of her cunt spread itself to admit every inch of the by now slippery cock and she began to groan incessantly, leaning forward, thrusting her tiny tongue with complete delight deep into his throat. Low hums of ecstatic bliss began to rise in torrents from her heaving breasts, her young tender lips twisted with erotic passion, her neck straining and her mouth working excitedly as her writhing young body broke out into a thin-filmed sweat that glistened in the dim light of the shack. Her head rolled from side to side in a state of near semiconsciousness as her hips began a slow demanding roll above his heavy, impaling penis. And then suddenly, with a wet sluicing noise, her hungry gasping vagina screwed itself down tighter against his roughly haired groin and he was forced to clench his teeth tightly in an effort to control himself.

Lee had entered another world. Her ripe young body was bursting through to a world of perpetual springtime. Every section of her body lustily responded to her father's rigidly impaling penis and in a wild untamed ecstasy, she rode him relentlessly. Nebulous rainbow lined clouds filled her confused and whirling head. Her body was beginning its first total orgasm. She screamed in agonized delight, gurgling as the mounting licentious sensations overtook her. She was being magnificently fucked by her Daddy and he was being just as beautifully fucked by her! Nothing else mattered but the incredible feelings racing inside her pussy, making her quiver wildly as the enormous head sped hotly into her inner cuntal flesh. The warm wet flesh jerked and twitched spasmodically around her father's lust-driven cock as the final tide of the coming orgasm struck.

"Oohh…oh, goddoohhaahhee!!!"

Art's loins released such a burning heat as his sperm spurted outward into the wonderful young virgin flesh, great gusts of steam seemed to fill him as he fucked on into both their orgasms, cumming still… feeling his sperm spew out and ricochet wildly against the small contracting womb of his still unknown tormentor.

Her hands grabbed at his hair and she continued to writhe and moan and he knew she was cumming, not once, but many times in rapid succession. She was wiggling this way and that, moving up and down and from side to side, milking every tiny drop of cascading jism out of his angrily fucking cock. Her mouth bit down hard on his and he was sure there was something familiar there… but it eluded him. It was impossible, after all, that he would know this mad little bitch… absolutely impossible. He longed to touch her breasts, to really make love to her now, even as his orgasmic fluid ran down his still pulsing prick onto his aching balls.

From the sidelines, where he was watching everything, Joe's cum shot straight out in a high arch, and landed lewdly on his sister's sweat-glistening back, forming a thin white rivulet of white hot cream that ran sensuously down her spine to the still quivering crevice of her buttocks below.

"Jeez…" he thought. "What a sight… what a wild fuckin' sight!"

CHAPTER SEVEN

Kneeling naked on all fours on the bed in the upstairs bedroom, Dorothy cringed backwards.

"No Nick…" she said. "NO!"

"What's the matter?" Nick asked. "Most of the time you're always going around with your face a mile long because you want me to screw you… well, now I'm in the mood… what's the matter? Got something on the side?"

From her lewd position on the bed where Nick had forced her, terror struck deep in Dorothy's heart. He had been growing more and more suspicious because she had been acting strangely recently… and the night she had gone to the shack, she knew he hadn't believed her story about going to a girl friend's. At least she hadn't given him her name or he might have called there, she thought now.

She wondered fleetingly if there would ever be an end to her troubles. Nick was pawing her… roughly, as though punishing her for the sins he imagined she had committed. Well, he was right! she thought bleakly. She had committed several! But God, how his hands disgusted her now. His touch was ugly… everything about him was ugly! How could she ever have married him?

It had been bad enough before her experience with Art, but now, it just didn't seem possible that she could continue to be with such an insensitive brute. She was worried about herself, worried especially about her experience in the shack. Didn't her wanton actions, even though she was forced at the beginning, indicate a wandering mind? Perhaps she was going mad! She didn't doubt it for a second. For now as she kneeled up on the bed at Nick's lewd demands, she could only think of killing him for making her do this… killing him for his dirty ugly mind!

Nick peered down at her white, wide-spread buttocks, deciding that he would do something to really humiliate the little cunt this time. It was true that he hadn't fucked her in a long while. No time or energy really with that hot little Rosalie he was keeping in an apartment across town. And his secretary took whatever else was left of his sexual drive in heated sessions on the couch in his well appointed office.

But recently, there had been something about Dorothy… something about the way she acted that made him suspect that she was no longer the sweet little prim housewife she pretended to be. He could tell… or at least he thought he could… when a woman was getting fucked or not… and to his mind, Dorothy was definitely getting it from someone… but who? He couldn't imagine who it could be. Meanwhile, the very thought that his prim appearing little wife could possibly have a lover aroused a spark of interest in him that eventually led to this moment. They had gone to bed in the twin beds as usual, but he had decided, as he had put it to himself mentally, to have a look at his goods!

"Now spread those legs wider!" he commanded. He was naked behind her, his large thick cock bulging with big veins that stood out on the sides of the hardened shaft. Leaning over, he slowly and deliberately parted the cheeks of her full rounded buttocks wider than they would normally go. He heard her moan and then with a perverse smile on his lips, he bent forward and licked the small brown opening of her tiny puckered anus.

"Nnonnnnooooo…!" Dorothy shuddered at the hideous wet feeling back there in her nether crevice. It felt cold and strange and she felt singularly uncomfortable. It seemed so obscene that he should do such a thing to her there! But she felt completely at his mercy, not only because he was so much stronger than she… and perfectly capable of using his strength to subdue her, but because she really did feel guilty and somehow she couldn't get that thought out of her head… couldn't even protest to the extent that she ordinarily would, have because deep down inside, she felt she deserved this from him. Even though he was such a louse, he was still her husband… she could not deny that! And she had been more than unfaithful to him… far more… she had made love with her own brother-in-law and known mindless delights from a young stranger's… probably a common criminal's intimate caresses.

Her husbands tongue flicking teasingly in the crack of her behind sent chills running through her. She felt ashamed and embarrassed and somehow more naked than she had ever been.

"Wider!" he ordered gruffly, beginning to really enjoy himself. He withdrew his tongue and peered hungrily at the little brown hole. Dorothy's long beautiful legs were spread so far apart that she could feel the pull on the tendons where her thighs joined the pubic area. Suddenly, she felt a sharp pain in her rectum and she realized with alarm that Nick was working his finger into her back there. His finger was thick and with a sudden sinking feeling, Dorothy knew that he was going to try to push it all the way in. She tried to wiggle away from him as his finger began to turn in the deep rubber channel of her rectum, sliding steadily inward and then pulling out and pushing back in with abrupt jerking motions.

"Nnnnnnnnnnnnnggghh!" she bellowed. The pain was horrible and even worse, the very idea of what he was doing!

"Nick, please… please…"

As an answer to her pleas, Nick decided to try to force another finger in and grinning gleefully, he added a second digit to the first, placing it at the entrance of her roundly stretched rectum and letting it worm its way in beside the other.

"NOoooooooooooooooooohh!" Dorothy tried to straighten her knees out so that she could lie flat on the bed. Perhaps then it wouldn't hurt so terribly much. She just had to get him to stop somehow! But Nick pulled her buttocks back up in the air, making her remain in the humiliating kneeling position that made her rear passage wide open to his lewd fondling.

"You little cunt!" he cursed. "I'm going to fuck you within an inch of your life! I'm going to fuck you in that tight little ass of yours… the one you sit on all day long… except when you're shaking it for some other cock!"

Dorothy's face reddened. She seemed so exposed… so transparent as though the mere fact that her husband's fingers were invading her anus was enabling him to see right through her… to know every single thing she had done… every lewd desire her body had known! Oh God! she thought. What is happening to my life! Tears ran down her cheeks and her long blond hair fell in her eyes. She was trying to support herself on her elbows, but every now and then, she would pitch forward, propelled by Nick's drubbing fingers.

"Nnnooooo Nick… Nick… I can't stand it!" His obscene words still echoed in her ears and her body trembled uncontrollably. She knew that Nick was deliberately trying to hurt her as much as possible and the thought was terrifying.

"Aaaaaaarrrrrrgh!!!" she screamed as his fingers shoved sharply and suddenly inward.

"Say you want me to do it!" he commanded.

"Wh… whaT?" Dorothy asked, not believing her ears.

"Say you want it!" Nick repeated. "Say… Oh, Nick, fuck me up the ass!" his voice went into a high falsetto in a cruel imitation of hers.

I… I… I… I…"

"I… I… I… what's that supposed to mean?" Nick yelled. His fingers slid out abruptly with a small plopping sound and her stretched rectal passage felt relieved but strangely somehow, open and empty. She felt her husband's hot pot belly pressing up toward her buttocks and his hand gripped her by the hips, pulling her entire bottom half backwards. Then with dread certainty, she felt the hardness of Nick's prick running up and down the thin moist slit that stretched from the soft, open lips of her pussy to the base of her spine.

Nick let his hands roam teasingly all over her legs, her hips, her belly, and everywhere he touched, Dorothy felt her skin cringe. She whimpered now softly, wondering if he would ever be finished with her.

"Oh, Lord…" she thought, "Let it be over soon… let it be over soon!"

Nick's hands slipped into the warm, hair-fringed lips between her thighs, the obscenely wriggling fingers sliding wetly into the defensively moistened slit of her pussy.

"Hey! You're all wet! Now I know you want it!"

"Nononononononoooooo!" Dorothy cried, horrified at his interpretation. Abruptly, he brought his big cock up to the tiny opening of her anus, letting its thickness spread the soft yielding crevice of her buttocks wide to admit it. Sadistically, he began to rock and push, push and rock, working forward all the time, again pulling her helpless body back to him so that eventually the smooth, rubbery tip entered with a small popping sound into the tight elasticity of his young blonde wife's tightly resisting anal passage.

"Aaaaaaaarrrrrghghgh!!!" It was like being rammed into by a telephone pole! Dorothy twisted desperately, trying her best to get away from the red hot searing pain in her rectum. Nick's prick was sinking further and further into the tight dark virgin passage of her anus and to the physical pain was added a dreadful shameful pain that even hurt more.

"Uuuuuuuuuuunnnnnnnggg… aaarrrggggg…" she groaned. She felt weak and debilitated and as though she would never be able to hold up under the terrible stretching. She could feel Nick beginning to warm to his task, beginning to moan out his lust behind her. She felt the hot touch of his hands on her breasts and he began to knead the trembling orbs with a harsh steady motion.

"Tell me…" he ordered. "Say it!" He executed a cruel lunge forward almost into the very depths of her bowels, causing Dorothy to almost faint from the pain, and then suddenly, she began to do as he asked.

"Ooohhh…" she began weakly, hoping to spare herself another vicious jab from behind.

"OOoooohyes… do it… fuck me there… do it… it feels… good…!"

"Yea… I'll bet!" Nick responded, beginning long smooth strokes, his knuckles white as they gripped her full-blown, cream colored hips.

Dorothy's voice started to trail off as the odd pain, without the slightest warning, began to ignite a weird masochistic spark deep within her. Her belly quivered with a definite pleasure at what was happening and something about this ghastly punishment released that hidden torrent of lust that lay buried deep inside her. She began to visualize herself as someone else might see her… lewdly kneeling, her full rounded buttocks waving high in the air while this monster of a husband plowed mercilessly into her once virgin passage.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmnnnnnnnnn… Oooooooooh!" she began to wail, and the sounds were different now. Her arousal was apparent even to Nick who was himself mesmerized by the sight of his thick beet red cock entering and exiting from his wife's ovally stretched nether ring. Her buttocks had begun to twist beneath him, offering him encouragement as she lewdly wagged her bottom back at him in obscene invitation. He was slithering deeper inside her than he had ever thought he could go. And damn it felt good and tight! "Don't stop… oh, God, don't stop!!!" Dorothy moaned out her helpless surrender. It felt wonderful… like no pleasure she'd known… different… from regular lovemaking. She felt half crazy as the gigantic rod skewered her tightly. Her whole body undulated and jerked, her hair flying, her mouth gaping fishlike.

"Oh my God… oh Nick… what are you doing to me… what are you…" Her wild entreaty was interrupted by the eruption of her first anal orgasm: "Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhha… ooooooohhhhhhoooooooo!!!!!" she cried, dancing obscenely back into his lunging cock, her knees trembling and shaking, her heart palpitating. The frenzied delight spread to her almost ignored wetly dripping cunt and she felt it take hold there with an unprecedented strength.

"Ohohiiimmcuuummiinngg!!" She screamed out. "Ccuuummiinngg!!!"

"Shit, yes!" Nick replied. "Shit, yes!!!" His fingers dropped down around her thighs to manipulate the passion moistened lips of his wife's drenched pussy, toying teasingly, increasing her orgasm. He fucked once… twice… three times more into her spreading anal channel and then his groans mingled with hers, his cock growing first stiffer and then releasing its heavy load of sperm high up into her wildly sucking anal passage.

Together they felt the acute thrill of mutual climax overtaking them and screaming with pleasure, they both collapsed heavily on the bed. As they lay there stunned, Dorothy could feel Nick's cock still obscenely jerking out its last few spurts of cum high up in her flooded rectum.

CHAPTER EIGHT

Art could hardly look his young daughter in the face. Since that weird night in the workman's shack in the park three nights ago, he had been unusually restless. He slept only fitfully and he had funny dreams. For one thing, he kept dreaming that the girl… the virgin who'd impaled herself on his prick was his own little Lee! The perversity of this dream disturbed him very much… but he couldn't help noticing what he thought was a resemblance in size at least to the girl whose body had so effectively pumped up and down on his raging erection. In his weaker moments, he even went so far as to imagine Lee with her long blonde curls doing the same thing as that other little girl had done.

And it didn't help at all that she had taken to returning her father's glances with very odd stares of her own. He had a hard-on most of the time these days… and it made him miserable. After he had finally been left alone in the park that night, he had managed to extricate himself from his bindings and groggy from whatever drug he had consumed… When and how? he asked himself a million times… he'd staggered home.

The entire thing was such a mystery… and he felt so curiously guilty about what had happened that he decided to be as vague as possible to Dorothy about the entire incident. He simply told her that he had gone to the shack and found nothing. He told her in addition that he didn't think there were any photographs and that he was sure they'd heard the last of their blackmailers.

"The money you gave them must have been all they wanted…" he added.

There was no money, Dorothy puzzled to herself while she talked to him from the phone booth. All they must have wanted was me!

It was the day after her experience with Nick and her bottom was incredibly sore. She could hardly sit down! The whole thing was very depressing to say the least. Art sounded distant and distracted to her on the telephone and she hung up feeling completely let down. Leaving the phone booth she started the short walk back to her house. It was dusk and Nick – the bastard! – had informed her not to wait dinner for him… that he had an "appointment" in town. She knew just what kind of "appointment" it was, but refrained from saying anything. For one thing, his lewd remarks to her that morning about her unexpected response to his advances the night before had been enough to make her never want to speak to him again. He'd said something horrible about the way her "ass looked so hot from behind" and then something about always doing it that way from then on! The thought had made her want to run screaming from the room. She had left the room in tears, the screaming only resounding inside her aching head.

And now this strangely deflating conversation with Art… what was to become of all of them anyway? She realized that she hadn't even seen her son, Joe in days… not since the beginning this whole mess! Tonight she could only look forward to an empty house and her own pressing thoughts. From her brother-in-law's tone of voice she was sure that he was in no mood for her company that night. Did he ever want to see her again, she wondered… after all she'd put him through?

Dorothy returned to the house feeling sad and lonely. She climbed the steps leading up to her colonial style home, and when she opened the door, she was singularly unimpressed by the elegant interior. It was all beautiful, but it looked unlived in… unhappy. She went right away to the kitchen where she kept a well stocked liquor cabinet and poured herself a stiff martini. The taste of it made her recall that night at Art's… the memory was sweet, but with a bitter aftertaste.

After two drinks in the vastly empty living room, Dorothy decided that she needed another and this time returned from her trip to the kitchen with the entire bottle of Beefeater's Gin tucked under her arm. She reclined in one of the big easy chairs and downed a full glass easily. The cool liquid was really beginning to taste good now and never one for drinking much, Dot felt a moment of sympathy for all the heavy drinkers she knew. It certainly did seem to help a great deal! Her thoughts were soon one big blur and she found it easier and easier to skip over the unpleasant things about what had happened and to concentrate on the nice ones. She thought a lot about Joe… about what he would be like when he was a grown man. She even had a fantasy about telling him that she was really his mother. In her imagination, he threw his arms around her, kissing her and hugging her to him. Feeling flushed from this pleasant thought, she moved on to thoughts of Art and found herself getting decidedly moist between the legs. She wriggled down a little bit into the soft cushion, squeezing her legs closer together and found that this only increased the tingling sensation she was beginning to feel down there.

Before she knew it, she was thinking about the night someone had made such wonderful love to her in that dingy, sordid place. She had tried not to think of it at all… or at least as little as possible since it happened, but now the undeniable pleasure she had received made her retrace every single thing that had happened to her that night. When she realized fully that she was massaging one of her breasts with her hand, she caught herself and mentally gave herself a scolding. Pouring another drink, and spilling some, because of her trembling hands, she had what she considered a brilliant thought. Perhaps if she went to the shack tonight, she could find some clue as to who the blackmailers were. That way, if they ever bothered her or Art again, she would have some kind of evidence to hold over them! It seemed a wonderful plan and Dorothy stumbled to the closet to get her coat. She hurried out of the house without even bothering to put on her makeup the way she usually did and started looking for a cab.

Lee and Joe had grown restless at the house. Hand in hand, they slipped out the door deciding to go to "their" shack as they now referred to it, where they could be sure they could not be disturbed.

As they walked, Lee whispered into her brother's ear.

"Your cock felt so good in my cunt last night… thank you, big brother… It was wonderful."

Joe blushed, remembering how his sister had called out his name and screamed in ecstasy under him. They had both been worried about waking up their father… but it had been impossible to make less noise.

"Now that Dad's fucked you, you feel so luscious…" Joe admitted. It felt wonderful to feel her young girlish figure beneath his hard lean body and while he'd fucked her, he had constant images of the obscene spectacle of her fucking herself on top of Dad's lust bloated cock!

They reached the shack, hidden deep in the park and by the time they arrived they were both ready for each other once again. Within instants, they were naked and they fumbled toward each other in the dark. A shaft of the full moon shone in through the window and they chose to lie in its beam, stretching out together on the floor. Lee spread her legs wide and Joe crawled between their soft whiteness, his cock wavering before him. Impatiently, he slipped it into the soft golden fuzz between his sister's legs, feeling her excited moisture wet its head like warm butter as he started to sink in.

"Oooooooohh… Joe… my own sweet brother!" Lee moaned. "Ooooooooooh… fill me with your wonderful prick… that's right… that's right… all the way… All the way… aaaaaaaaaaaaaahh!"

It had slipped all the way to the bottom, ending with a soft thud and Joe grit his teeth from the wondrous feeling of her tight child's pussy clutching so hungrily at his cock. He pulled slowly back out and then forged ahead again.

"Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh…" Lee hissed between her tightly clenched teeth.

"I love fucking your cunt, Sis… I love it…!" Joe whispered to his sister.

***

Dorothy staggered drunkenly through the park. It was hard to see and she almost fell twice, but she was determined to get to the shack. In a short time she arrived, completely disheveled and out of breath. She decided the best thing to do would be to look in the window first… then she would go in.

She saw the couple making love there on the floor and she drew back at first, shocked by the lewd sight of their intertwined naked bodies. Then it occurred to her that they were no doubt her tormentors… a young boy and a young girl!! She peered back in, still unable to recognize their faces in the half darkness and through her alcohol blurred vision.

But, also, as she watched their passionate lovemaking, she grew more and more excited… excited and angry at the same time. She told herself that anger was most of what she was feeling and suddenly she felt as though she had the strength and courage of ten wonder women… Just who did they think they were anyway? Holding onto the side of the wooden shack in order to keep her balance, she went around to the front and without even giving it a second thought, barged in through the door.

Joe and Lee rose precipitately from their naked embrace, caught completely off guard. In an instant they saw that it was Aunt Dot and that she was drunk! She lunged forward toward them in the dark, shrieking curses at them, her fists flying blindly.

Joe caught her from behind and Lee held on from the front. Together, they were able to subdue her somewhat and to their dismay she burst into hysterical sobs when she realized she had been trapped.

"What are we going to do?" Joe whispered, terrified by this unexpected twist.

"What do you think?" Lee responded.

Joe's naked prick leapt upward. They had both promised themselves to somehow figure out a way for each of them to know the sublime joys of both Daddy and Aunt Dot respectively… and now… now was clearly the chance.

Dorothy heard the voices as though it was her boy Joe talking… and the girl's voice sounded like Lee… but of course, she knew that that was impossible… the voices were those of her attackers… the ones she had heard that night… they'd been disguised then, but… they were the same. She felt their hands on her, turning her about… and somehow all her strength was gone. She felt like a limp rag. What were they doing? Spinning her… turning her… moving her down… she was falling and then someone was catching her. Hands were pulling at her shoes… her stockings… they were undressing her… no, not again… not again! But her body was already trembling and somehow her hips, once freed of her nylon panties wouldn't stay still… they kept writhing about, her bare buttocks pushing down into the blanket… the cool air coursing over her naked pussy… her pussy – OH MY GOD! – someone finally touched her there… it was divine… Oh thank you! There were many fingers plunging into her waiting vagina… and now someone was kneading her breasts… someone was kissing her… she felt like she was going to c-c… ccuuuuummmmmmmmm…

Dorothy exploded… just from those touches… her body had been on the verge all night and now she was cumming… wonderfully…

"Oooooooooooooooohhhh Joe!" she cried out. "Joe, my baby Joe!"

Joe could hardly contain his joy. His Aunt Dot had recognized him… not only recognized him, but accepted him… she wanted him! This time, he lost no time in getting on top of her. His thick cock was poised to enter the blonde white-fleshed Goddess who called his name and whose arms were now reaching up to him.

"Fuck her, Joe, fuck her…" his sister urged. She straddled the older woman's body, facing her brother, and with her small fingers, parted Dorothy's curly haired vaginal lips. Once they were wide apart and her brother's cock was getting ready to enter, she raised her little cuntal muff over Aunt Dot's face.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmph!" Dorothy murmured up into the sweet tasting petals of her niece's pussy. But then her son's staff was entering the tight opening of her own pussy and she thought she would swoon from the joy of it.

IT WAS JOE, something said in her head. It's Joe now and it was Joe then!!!

A small part of her tried to be shocked… horrified… tried to put an end to the perverted act… this incest… her niece's genitals rubbing over her lips… her son's penis… high up… but that was as far as it got. Those very things began to send her on a wild ecstatic trip from which she knew she would never return. She would always be addicted to this perfect harmony in her loins. She had never tasted a woman's secret parts before but there was something so soulfully satisfying about the little girl cunt that slipped and slid over her face and mouth that she couldn't have cared less whether it were her niece or some stranger off the street. And the piercing young cock in her belly was soothing away years of torment and uncertainty, years of pain and the loss of her son. Well, he was back now…really back… trying to gain entrance to the very womb from whence he first came!

Joe heard Aunt Dot murmuring his name and calling him her baby but she had always called him that… as long as he could remember and so to him she remained the sensual, wonderful aunt she had always been, except that now, he knew those breasts intimately, her scent that had haunted him for so long was now mingled with his. Her golden cunt was opening and closing… receiving and tormenting his cock expertly and she was screwing up her haunches, fucking back like an angel… and he was riding her blissfully.

"Oh, Aunt Dot… Aunt Dot! Your cunt is like a flower… Oh, God, Aunt Dot… the way you move…"

He leaned forward and held onto his sister. Of those in the room, only Aunt Dot knew that the two youngsters were in reality cousins… but did it matter? As Joe kissed Lee, he could feel the torment she was going through from Aunt Dot's tongue licking away between her widespread cunt lips. She bounced up and down over her aunt's open mouth, letting her tiny clitoris bump against the older woman's hungrily nibbling teeth.

"Ohohoooooh Joe, oh, Joe… I'm cummmmmming!" she cried, kissing him hard.

Joe's cock jerked upwards, speeding into his mother's pussy, slamming deep into her passion-drenched womb, plunging again and again. He felt her cuntal muscles contracting violently around his cock and knew she was cumming too… and as he still held onto his final stream of orgasmic fluids, she came… again and again… he was holding his breath, pumping lewdly, obscenely into her splayed-out legs, letting his pelvis slam against hers… his sparse pubic hair mingling with her golden fuzz… his groin sliding upon her jerking clitoris… making it swell and swell until she was emitting one long wail of delight. Lee skidded about on her face, her hands kneading at the perfectly formed breasts… her brother's hands kneading at her own adolescent cherry-tipped mounds. Joe began to grunt and moan and finally announced to them all, his final strokes.

"Oh… Aunt Dot… My sweet wonderful Aunt Dot… this is… this… iiiisssssss… iiiitttttaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!!!!"

For what seemed like multiple light years later, the three of them sat in a triangular group upon the floor. They had all dressed now, Dorothy having been the one to insist that they do so. Sheepishly, the two children looked at her, waiting to see what she would say now that it was over… now that she knew everything.

There was silence for some time and then finally Dorothy spoke: "What's to become of us?" she asked simply and when Joe and Lee looked at her they saw that tears were streaming down her beautiful face.

They looked back at each other and Lee decided to speak out. She and Joe had discussed the idea several times… discussed the ideal outcome of their incestuous meddling and she didn't see why she shouldn't bring it up now.

"Why you'll marry Daddy, of course!" she said cheerily. "And we'll arrange the whole thing for you!"

CHAPTER NINE

"Hello? Uncle Nicky…?" Lee's voice was urgent and she panted hard in order to make herself sound out of breath. "… You've got to hurry over here… come fast… Oh it's just terrible… hurry!"

With that she hung up the phone and then after a few seconds, carefully removed the phone from the cradle. She hurried into the bedroom to change her clothes. The house was empty as she had planned… Joe had been sent to a movie… but she knew that her father would be home as usual around six o'clock. She had called her uncle at four o'clock at his office and she hoped that everything would go completely according to schedule.

Now as she changed into a flimsy nightgown, she saw no reason why it shouldn't. As she looked at herself in the mirror, she realized that she was very excited. This would be the first time that she had gone into an adventure alone… and she was thrilled.

Aunt Dot had strictly forbidden them to do anything whatsoever to hasten her marriage to Art, promising that she would think of something. And when they'd all left the shack together, she'd made them promise that they wouldn't. However, they'd both kept their fingers crossed at the time and she had not asked them to cross their hearts so they didn't feel compelled to keep their promise. Besides, it was worth risking her ire if it helped get rid of Uncle Nicky.

When Nick's big ostentatious specially built Cadillac pulled up in front of the house, Lee was stretched languidly out upon the living room sofa, clad only in pink chiffon. She knew that through the thin material, her uncle would be able to see her taut young breasts, with the pert nipples that already seemed to have grown larger since her recent strenuous sexual activities. She arranged her legs so that the sparse honeyed triangle of her thirteen-year-old pussy would be evident as soon as her uncle came through the door. She heard his footsteps racing up the walk and knew that in seconds he would be pushing the door open. She had left it ajar to facilitate matters.

Nick rushed in, his girth making him blow like a whale out of breath. He came to a thudding stop in the middle of the room as he saw his young niece by marriage reclining languidly upon the sofa. His eyes bulged out as he took in the thirteen-year-old's pubescent body. It was clear from the start that there was nothing wrong with her! God, he thought… she's grown one hell of a lot since I last saw her!

"Lee!" he cried out, still huffing and puffing. "What in hell's name is going on?"

"Oh…" Lee sighed. "It's passed now… I was frightened earlier… thinking there was a burglar… but it turned out just to be a cat in the basement… sometimes its scary being home all alone!" she added pointedly.

Nick sat down heavily in a chair nearby, and mopped his brow.

"Christ… child… I didn't know what had happened," he began.

"Why don't you sit closer, Uncle Nicky," Lee replied, her eyes wide. "I'm still a little frightened!"

Nick looked carefully at his niece. She certainly didn't look frightened, but he figured it might be interesting to sit down beside her anyway. He wanted to get a better look at those new little tits of hers! He moved his large frame over to the sofa and sat down next to her as she sat up to make room for him. Instantly, she threw her arms around him… hugging her little pointed breasts right into his chest.

"Daddy's going to be late tonight and Joe's spending the night at a friend's… won't you stay here and keep me company?"

Nick's prick leapt to attention as surely as if it had ears. He found himself tenderly patting his young niece on the back and as she clung still closer to him, he began a stroking motion that almost reached her buttocks. He could see their pale outline from where he sat… if he just craned his neck a little. He continued the stroking and was reminded of another little girl he'd known once. He had to admit he had a passion for youth… real youth! That other little girl made his mouth water just to remember her. He'd been ten years younger then… in his early forties… and the girl had been his partner's little girl… only eleven or twelve he recalled. She'd be a grown woman by now, he thought. I wonder if she ever thinks of me? He and her father were no longer partners, largely due to what he had been caught doing to her! But that was all right… that tight little pussy had been worth it!

Lee was moaning softly now in coy encouragement, imagining the dirty thoughts that were already passing through her old uncle's mind.

Nick could feel her breathing softly onto his shoulder… her entire body felt light as a feather in his arms.

"Uh… how long did you say your father was going to be out?" he asked and then added quickly. "I'm a very busy man, you know!"

"Oh, he said he wouldn't be home until eleven… maybe later…" Lee replied, shifting so that her breasts nudged sideways against him and her lightly perfumed hair brushed across his steadily reddening face.

His big cock jumped up and Lee could feel it against her side. Slowly she pressed her weight down upon it, feeling it grow harder beneath her.

"Uh… ahem…" Nick cleared his throat, thinking fast. How to best approach her… he wasn't going to let an opportunity like this pass by… she was only Dorothy's niece anyway… no real relation to him… what did it matter! He knew the age… she wanted something to happen… but didn't know quite what… well, he would show her what!

"How about playing a little game…?" he suggested. "To calm your nerves…"

"What kind of game, Uncle Nicky?" Lee breathed sweetly, gazing calmly into his eyes. They were bloodshot, she noticed. And he had gotten ugly recently… very ugly indeed.

"Well… let me see… I could give you a nice soothing massage… and then you could give me one!" Now, all the rest depended on her answer.

"Oh… that sounds wonderful!" she cried. "Who goes first?"

"I'll go first!" Nick replied excitedly. "Now you just lie down like this…" He stretched his young niece out upon the couch, his eyes devouring the young fresh flesh beneath the gown. He could hardly wait to touch her! What that little cunt must feel like! He started on her legs, giving an imitation of what he thought was a professional massage.

His hand went higher and higher, and then he decided to leave one hand below and start an additional massage of her chest area. Beneath her gown, one fat hand slipped upwards on her milky thighs while the other hand toyed with her shoulder blade for only seconds before plunging down to engulf her breasts.

"How does that feel?" he asked, panting… his hand below was just about… almost… there!

Lee groaned appropriately… glancing sideways at the clock. She had twenty minutes now before Daddy got home.

"Ooooohhhh… Uncle Nicky!" she cried out. Nick's thick fingers were intertwining and probing in the softly curling fuzzy of her sparse young pubic hair and one of them was already sliding up and down in the moist pit of her pussy. It felt strange and not nice at all really. She squirmed a little, looking up at him. His eyes were closed and he was panting harder than ever.

"MMMMmmmmmmm…" he was saying "… Aaaaaaahhhhhhh! I'm going to give you a good little massage right there… oh, yes… what a sweet little pussy… mmmmmmmmmmm…"

Lee felt disgusted. But nonetheless, she began to move her hips a bit and to sigh louder and louder. His fingers were almost digging into the gentle protrusions of her breasts and she thought he was really getting exceedingly rough. His fingers in her pussy were practically ripping at the soft flesh down there and she began to cry out in pain as his fingernails scraped at her delicate cuntal tissues.

"Oh… oh… there… there… baby… Uncle Nicky's going to make it feel good down there… oh, yeah… yeah!"

What a sweet little piece, he was thinking… I wonder if I can fit my cock in there… wonder what she'd think… how could I…

"Uncle Nicky… you're hurting me…" Lee finally protested.

"Oh… there… I'm sorry, baby… here… maybe this doesn't hurt as much…" He slipped two of his fingers downward and then poked them up into her tender vagina without an instant's hesitation.

"NNNnnnnnnnngh!" Lee felt him harshly scraping up inside her young pussy, his fingers lunging and poking and hurting. She cried out but he wouldn't stop. He seemed in another world and his red face showed no sign of recognition when she called his name. A pang of fear took hold of her as she realized that she really was at this madman's mercy… and after all, in spite of all the things she'd done she was only a thirteen-year-old girl!

The only thing that kept her from panicking completely was the fact that she knew that her dear sweet Daddy… Daddy whose big cock she loved so fiercely that she had endured the pains of hell to get it into her tiny cunt… was due home any moment now… any moment he would come in and find Uncle Nicky doing these dreadful things to her… just as she and Joe had planned! But the minutes dragged on and still Uncle Nicky foraged gruffly at her little pink pussy… paying no heed whatsoever to her cries of anguish.

"Now close your eyes… sweetie…" he said, running his tongue wetly over his lips. Her little pussy felt so good and wet beneath his probing fingers! Lee's eyes were already closed, but when she heard her uncle ask her to close them, she opened them wide. She was totally unprepared for what she saw there. She saw him kneeling by her face, his thick red veined penis bloated and hairy-based, loomed directly in front of her eyes. He still had not relinquished his hold on her burning young vagina as he grinned salaciously down at her. Tauntingly, he stroked the heavy uncircumcised foreskin back and forth over the engorged head, causing his full heavy balls to bounce lewdly on the outside of his opened fly.

"Oh!" she gasped, totally taken aback.

"Now… you can give me a little massage…" he whispered hoarsely.

"Nononono!" she said, shaking her head back and forth and trying to rise from the couch. But he released his hold on her seeping genitals and held her head with both hands… so hard that she could not move it one way or the other.

"Now… open your mouth!" he said tensely. "Open it!" His fingers forced her mouth wide open and before she knew it, the thick bulbous head was sinking beyond her lips, sinking far back into her throat. She started to gag. The lewd object filled her entire mouth and she thought she was going to choke on it.

Where was daddy?! Horrified, she realized that he was already at least fifteen minutes late… maybe he really was going to be staying out somewhere for a long time!

Nick began an obscene rocking motion, his huge penis expanding thickly in her roundly ovaled mouth. Her lips were stretching as far as they would go, forming a thin circle around the intruding instrument.

"It'll only be a minute!" he said, his voice straining… "Just a minute… suck… come on honey, suck… give uncle nicky a nice massage!" He was in ecstasy. Her little mouth was even better than his other little friend. And next he would see if he could get in her tight little cunt! Just like he'd gotten into the other one! That would be some treat… sweet baby nookie!

He was going to cum right in her mouth… back and forth… shoving it deep down her throat!

"Mmmmnnghfh! Nnnnnnnnnnnph!" Lee was strangled by the enormous instrument, she couldn't even close her mouth enough to bite it… if she could have she would have bitten it in two… of that she was sure!

"What an intoxicating… wonderful girl. What an enchanting creature… ah… ah… there… there… steady now… steady now… now…"

Nick's complete abandon, his total state of bliss was abruptly interrupted when Art pushed open the front door. It had seemed curious to him that the door was open in the first place and when he saw in one terrible glance what was transpiring on the living room sofa, he saw red. He lunged for his brother-in-law and with his massive hands and all the strength in his body, tore him from his daughter's body. Nick went sprawling across the room, his cock lewdly exposed… trapped in mid-orgasm, spurting ineffectual drops of cum.

Nick lost several teeth before Lee persuaded her father to stop. Art was glad she stopped him, because he was afraid he would have killed him otherwise. When finally Nick staggered to his feet and stumbled out the door, Art didn't worry about the teeth… Nick had more than enough money to get the best caps in the world. First he turned to his young daughter and taking in her disheveled but still appealing state, he examined her to see if any harm had been done.

"Baby… baby…" he sobbed. "Did he… did he…?"

Lee smiled up at her father and reached up to let him fold her in his strong arms. She pressed her little crotch up against his groin and sighed.

"No Daddy, no… you got here just in time!"

Art felt his penis rising like a comet! He clung to his dearest little girl moments longer before he let her go. Then with trembling hands he went to the phone to call Dorothy.

"Hello, Dot!" he said urgently. "Pack all your things right away… that's right… right away… Take just the things you need for the next few days. We'll buy new things once we're married… Yes, MARRIED! Now get out of there right away… and hurry!" He slammed the phone down and turned once more to his daughter. She was standing behind him smiling broadly.

"My own dear sweet Papa!"

Art gulped and tried hard not to look down at his daughter's budding young breasts the blonde downy patch of her pussy.

"Run along… get some clothes on," he said. "Go on now!"

CHAPTER TEN

The wedding had been small and private, held two days after Dorothy returned from Mexico where she received an uncontested divorce from Nick. Beaming, she and her new family returned to Art's house, and indulged in a small celebration of their own… and after having a catered supper of pheasant and wild rice sent in, the happy family retired to bed.

***

Dorothy gently disentangled herself from her new husband's sleeping body. Her own body still tingled delightfully from the beautiful love they had just made… the first since that fateful night when little Lee had watched them so avidly in the den! Dorothy sighed, and after adjusting a light peignoir around her nude and still stimulated body, she went to her dresser… As a wedding present, Art had had a complete new bedroom furniture installed, tailoring it to her own pink and white looks. The dresser wood was blonde, almost as light as her hair and although she had not turned on the light, she could see well enough to gently brush the long flowing locks in place. After sitting there for a few moments more, she got up and slowly opened the bedroom door. More certain now about what she was going to do, she walked deliberately down the hall. In moments, she was standing in her complete naked beauty before her delighted son. He had been in bed, but not asleep when he heard her light tapping on his door. He had known instantly with every fiber of his virile young body that it was she… his Aunt Dot… and it had been with a trembling voice that he'd asked her to come in, knowing that her arrival that night signaled the beginning of a long and beautiful family relationship! His eyes swept over her incredibly lush contours, taking in the splendid breasts, the gently tapering thighs, the quivering flat plane of her belly. He observed the sensual look on her face, the half closed, heavy lidded eyes. Silently, he held out his arms to her, moving over to make room in his warm bed for the womanly shape of his mother.

***

In Art's dream, he had returned to the shack and the same sweet young pussy tormented him… rising and falling with profound intensity upon his swollen cock. Suddenly his hands were free and in the middle of his ecstasy, he ripped off his blindfold and there before him was his own daughter, writhing upon his prick with complete and total abandon. His cock forged between her legs like a giant battering ram… so huge that it split her youthful thighs apart as the thin tissues of her delightfully spread cunt strained valiantly around his surging member.

"Oh, baby… baby!" he whispered in the dream. "My own little girl… I knew all along it was you… I knew it!"

***

In Joe's bedroom, Dorothy spread her creamy legs out sideways and reached up to her son's hard cock where it dangled lewdly over her. As he knelt between her legs, she let her mind be completely freed from guilt… it all seemed destined to happen… too real and complete to be wrong! Her little boy's body assuaged years of separation and hurt… and she wanted to have this reassurance over and over again. Slowly she pulled him toward her… Should she tell him, she wondered?

As her son's hard young penis grazed the rosy entrance of her lust-filled pussy, she decided that now that all her dreams had come true, there was plenty of time. Yes, she thought as she pulled her son lovingly forward onto her prone and passive body, there's plenty of time to tell him! However as she arched her loins up to meet his first hard thrust and felt him enter her arching cunt with fierce determination, she cried out: "Ooooohhhh darling… aaah… call me mother! You must call me mother from now on!"

***

Hearing the obscene noises in the next room, Lee finally decided to do what she'd been wanting to do for some time. She got up and without bothering to put anything on over her thin nightgown, ventured into the hall. Even in the hall she could hear the loud lustful noises coming from Joe's room. Her own tight pussy trembled a little and felt moist between her thighs. Putting her ear to the door she heard Joe's plaintiff cry.

"Yes Mother… yes… teach me everything… everything you know!"

Turning she started down the hall to her father's room. Feeling her trembling vagina beginning to moisten still more she thought, Yes, it's time Daddy taught me everything he knows, too!

She opened the door and went into her father's bedroom and just as she was climbing in beside him, her father groaned aloud and spoke in his sleep.

"You can have all of this big cock that your little pussy needs, honey… all it needs!"

Somehow, Lee knew that her father's words were meant just for her.

"Coming, Daddy," she sighed happily… "Coming…"

Content

Grace Wilkinson
Aunt Dorothy book I

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN