The Night of the Family

Chapter 1


"Come on, honey," Laura whispered into Don's ear, tugging at his arm.

Don gave a little embarrassed laugh, largely for the benefit of the
children who were sitting directly across from them. He and Laura had
just returned from ten days honeymoon in Mexico, and somehow, he wanted
to reassure the children ... Laura's children really, that he'd be a
good father to them. He wasn't quite sure how to go about the whole
thing, but he was determined to try.

"Tell us more about Mexico, Don!" MaryAnn piped up, her bright eyes
scanning her new stepfather's face for some indication of how it would
be to live with him.

Rick meanwhile, sat watching his mother. It seemed odd to him that
she'd hardly kissed him hello and now, she wasn't really paying any
attention to them, but kept looking at Don with that strange
expression. He'd never seen his mother with such a queer look on her
face! It made him very uncomfortable, and he wished they would leave,
since that seemed to be what his mother wanted to do.

"We'll tell you all about it in the morning, darlings," Laura replied,
brushing her dark hair back from her face with her hand. "Right now,
Mommie and Don are tired from their trip!" She gave a delicate yawn as
if to corroborate this, and whispered into Don's ear again.

"I feel all hot and bothered, baby come on!"

Don blushed a bright red and stood up. In spite of himself, he realized
that he had an enormous erection, and he hoped the kids wouldn't
notice. As soon as he could, he turned his back to them and started
toward the bedroom door. It was strange. This was going to be his new
home, with a ready-made family to boot. Once more he wondered if he'd
thought the whole thing out carefully enough before deciding to marry
Laura ... but as usual, he abandoned it, because it was too late now.
Laura jumped up from the sofa, and went to kiss the children goodnight.
Absentmindedly, she rumpled their hair and patted their heads.

"Goodnight, darlings ... see you in the morning!"

"Goodnight mother!" Rick and MaryAnn echoed. "Night, Don!"

Their faces reflected their curiosity and confusion caused by their
mother's marriage, and as they watched the newlyweds walk arm in arm
into their mother's bedroom, they looked at each other nervously.

Rick was only thirteen and his sister a year older, but they both had
the precocity of extra bright children that comes from being largely on
their own. Growing up with no father, they had learned quickly how to
get along by themselves when their young and pretty mother was at work.
But now, things were going to be quite different, and they knew it ...
and judging from the way it was starting out, neither one of them
thought they were going to like it much.

MaryAnn went over to turn on the TV and then let her petite body drop
heavily into the big easy chair. Her brother sat on the sofa opposite
her, depression making him frown slightly as he watched the flickering
screen.

When Laura closed the door behind them she immediately threw her arms
around Don's neck, pressing her voluptuous body as close to his as she
possibly could, letting the proud, firm peaks of her breasts dig
sensuously into his chest. She had stopped wearing a bra altogether
during their honeymoon, expressly for the purpose of inflaming her new
husband. And she'd found that it always worked. As his hands moved
swiftly up from her waist she heard the expected gasp that came from
his lips as he slid up under her blouse and found her bare golden
tanned breasts, just waiting for his touch.

"Oh, baby ..." he murmured.

He had felt funny at first doing this while the children were sitting
right out in the living room of the small California house ... but now,
he rapidly forgot them, and began to concentrate all his attention on
Laura. He'd never known a woman as hungry for sex as she was, and it
made him turn into a lust ridden madman, when she would tell him at the
most unexpected times that she wanted him ... just had to have him. His
ego was happily confused at the craving his new wife had acquired for
him ... but he couldn't complain. Almost any man would give his
eyeteeth to be in his position, he thought now, as he slid his tongue
between Laura's invitingly parted lips. Her head was tilted back
slightly and her eyes were closed. The dark fringed eyelashes fluttered
slightly as his hand dwelled lovingly upon the smooth flesh of her taut
breasts, twisting the nipples softly between thumb and forefinger and
making them like hard little balls.

Her slender body felt over-warm and moist against him and he wanted to
rip his clothes off right then and there. He could feel the sweat
standing out on his forehead as their kiss continued, his tongue
probing deeply into her mouth, searching out every hidden crevice,
sucking slowly, methodically, as his penis grew to mammoth proportions
against her belly.

"Come on ..." he said suddenly, breaking away from her. "Come on over
here!"

Laura, flushed and out of breath, followed her husband. Her slacks and
blouse were rumpled from being drenched with perspiration, and she
could think of only one thing. Soon, she would be writhing in naked
passion beneath the body of the wonderful man she'd married. Her entire
being seemed to long for him, to belong utterly to him, and she wanted
to prove it to him again and again. It wasn't the way it had been
before they were married, while they were dating, when Don would have
to convince her to make love with him. And somehow then, even when they
did make love, she had been unable to let herself go completely. Now,
it was different. Now she wanted to please him so much, that she could
hardly control herself.

Watching him with lust dulled eyes, Laura started to remove her blouse,
noting that her new husband, and now, father of her children, too was
rapidly taking off his clothes. She pulled it off over her head, and
then shook her dark curly hair so that it wouldn't hang in her face.
She was naked to the waist and though proud of the shapely round,
widely spaced, brown tipped breasts, she trembled a little nonetheless
under Don's avid scrutiny. Before she had finished undoing her
waistband of her slacks, he, completely nude by this time, stepped
forward and pressed his face between the beautiful melon shaped
swellings, running his tongue hungrily from one perfect, erect nipple
to the next.

Her pale blue slacks slid from her hips to the floor, revealing the
round luscious curve of her thighs and hips. A smooth, gently curving
belly topped the inverted crown of the tremulous "vee" between her
legs. A profusion of dark curly pubic hair glistened through the
transparency of bikini nylon panties that started way below her deep
set navel. Many people had told her that she resembled Elizabeth
Taylor, and this resemblance was not only facial, but physical, for
Laura's body was reminiscent of the star's at her very best.

Laura gasped and caught on to her husband's wagging head, to prevent
falling backwards. He was muttering endearing terms into her breasts,
and she could feel a definite tingling around her nipples where his
teeth had started to nibble. Her breasts felt hot and swollen as though
they might explode, and she wanted desperately to lie down. Right there
on the rug if necessary. She pulled backwards a little to make this
message clear to her husband, and as she did so, the smooth bulbous
head of his erect penis bumped against her upper thigh. It grazed
sideways along her leg and then skidded against her panties, right at
the fullest point of her half hidden pussy.

A shudder of desire went through her, and Don let himself be pulled
over backwards, grabbing her around the waist to make their landing
soft. Her back pressing into the rug beside the bed, Laura enjoyed the
split second of waiting before Don's muscular body crushed down upon
her. Oh, God, she thought ... this was the best part! Just the sheer
weight of him on me. She felt absolutely marvelous to be pinned down
flat on her back, to have him hard and lean over her, manipulating her,
taking her!

Don's hardened penis was excitingly red and stiff as it pressed against
his new wife's luscious thigh, and he thought he would go crazy if he
didn't enter her soon. It was as though they hadn't made love in ages,
and yet they had just been at it for almost an hour that very morning,
before catching the plane home. He wanted her every bit as much now as
he had then, and he hurriedly hooked his thumbs into the elastic of her
flimsy panties, pulling down on them. Laura lifted the full pliant
moons of her lush buttocks up off the floor to assist him, and soon,
she lay naked and quivering beneath him. The fabric of the rug felt
warm and prickly beneath the smooth flesh of her buttocks and down
between her legs, her tender, gently throbbing pussy felt open and
vulnerable, just waiting for his hardened cock to worm its way inside
of it.

"Oh, Don," she cooed, "oh hurry, darling, hurry!"

He was hovering over her now, on his knees, her legs between his spread
thighs ... and his long, thick cock pointed straight out from the base
of his flat stomach. Looking down at her, he thought she was the most
beautiful woman he'd ever seen, she looked like some goddess who was
just created for love and nothing else. Nudging his knees between her
long, graceful legs, he spread Laura's thighs as far as he could. She
was moaning a little now, and he enjoyed watching the expression of
torment that twisted her lovely features. His surging penis bobbed
obscenely now, anxious to get on with it, as Don let his fingers wander
down along the soft surface of his wife's flat and trembling belly.
Every touch now he knew was sheer agony to her. He would let her wait
just for a little while longer. His fingers approached the curve of her
lower belly, and she began to toss her head to and fro on the rug. He
intertwined his fingers in the moist curly hair of her silken pussy,
and then spread the small pulsating pillows of flesh apart. Looking
curiously downward, he examined the delicate coral pink of Laura's open
cunt. Her hips twisted as she squirmed, pleading for mercy as Don's
teasing middle finger inserted itself among the soft pink lips of her
moist, waiting pussy. The thick pad of his finger pressed downward on
the tiny head of Laura's clitoris, and he felt it jump like a
frightened animal. It twitched, and grew steadily larger beneath the
relentless pressure of his finger, until he felt it hardening and
beginning to throb like a little prick ready for love.

"Oh, oh, oh!" she cried, as he began a steady flicking motion in the
ever moistening opening of her pussy. It was getting better by the
second, and Laura was now completely lost in the throes of mounting
pleasure, her face a mask of lustful longing.

Perspiration dripped from Don's chest and hair, and he saw the drops
falling upon the velvet peach of his wife's skin. A drop fell directly
between her firm full breasts, and then another upon her belly, right
near her navel.

"Christ, you're gorgeous," he said to her, breathing heavily.

The feel of her seeping wet beneath his finger was incredible. The
smooth pink flesh of her pussy slipped and nibbled deliciously until he
thought sure he'd have to stop and fuck her right then. But he wanted
to continue the unbearable teasing that he knew would make Laura turn
into a wild screaming banshee of lust underneath him.

"Kiss me, darling ... kiss me!" she pleaded finally and the words were
like hot coals searing right through him. Quickly he bent to do as she
asked and as he did so, he took his swollen cock in one hand and guided
it unerringly toward her wide-spread cuntal opening. Removing his
fingers from her pussy, he slipped his tongue far back in her mouth,
and put his arm underneath her at the waist, pulling upward. At the
same time the blood-filled head of his prick touched the tight wet
mouth of Laura's vagina, and Don pushed. At first it was too tight, and
then it loosened up a bit, just enough for the head of his cock to bury
itself snugly inside.

"OOOOOOH" Laura cried, bucking her hips upward spasmodically. "OH GOD!"
Her legs spread still further out on either side of his body as her
eyes rolled back up into her head.

Don grunted and pushed again. He could feel her breasts, smashed
against his chest, and her heart, or was it his, pounding hard between
them.

"AAAAAAAAArgh!" This time the full length of his thick cock sped like a
roaring night train straight to the center of her belly, crashing
ahead, pushing the delicate flesh in tiny ripples of pink before it,
continuing onward, unstoppable until the very end. With a dull thud it
landed against the tip of her womb and stopped, pulsing hard and hungry
against it.

* * *

MaryAnn looked over toward her brother when she heard her mother's
scream. He didn't look up from the comic book he'd recently opened.
Hadn't he heard, she wondered? But then she realized that was silly.
How could he possibly not have heard that shattering cry? She adjusted
her position in her chair uneasily, and for some reason, pulled her
short miniskirt down a little over her thighs.

She had started to leave the room to go to bed a few moments ago, but
now somehow, she couldn't move. She watched as Rick turned a page of
his book and tried to decide whether or not he was really reading or
just pretending. Then suddenly there was a very loud bumping noise
coming from the bedroom like something being pounded into the floor ...
and then it stopped ... only to start again.

Rick jumped up from the sofa and stood, trembling in the middle of the
living room. MaryAnn could see that he was terribly upset ... his face
was bright red, and he seemed to have trouble breathing. She herself
didn't feel terribly well either. She had chills running all up and
down her back, and she wished she could think of something to do or
say.

The bumping noise was now accompanied by grunts and moans that drifted
loudly through the flimsy plywood door of their Mother's bedroom.

"Do ... do you suppose that Mother's all right?" MaryAnn asked, more to
break the silence between them than anything else.

She knew there was nothing the matter with Mother, although she hadn't
been quite so sure at first. She hadn't been to all those sexy movies
in town for nothing ... still and all, those had been movies, and this,
well, this was very real! How could Mother be doing such a thing?

She was unprepared for her brother's angry response. He turned on her
almost viciously and cried out, "Of course she's all right, you idiot
... don't you know what they're doing in there?" He stalked over to the
TV set and turned it on loud. Still the lewd noises came from behind
the door. They seemed to be getting louder every minute.

Angry and hurt in her turn, MaryAnn replied, "Yes, you ninnie ... I
know ... don't forget, I'm a year older than you ... I know lots of
things you don't know ... I know just what they're doing!"

Rick was silent. Ears burning, he returned to the sofa, keeping his
eyes averted from the bedroom door.

"As a matter of fact," MaryAnn continued, warming to her speech, "I've
even done it myself!" At this she stood up, and after glaring at her
brother for a split second, turned and ran from the room. As she ran,
she could hear her mother's voice.

"Oh Don ... oh darling, oh, OH YES, DO IT! DO IT TOOO MEEEEE! Oh honey
... GOING TO CUM, I ... I ... IIIIEEEEEEEEEEE! OH, I'M!"

The bumping and scraping and rubbing noises were almost deafening, and
yet, the words came out into the living room with crystal clear
accuracy.

Rick sat still, hardly daring to breath. The combination of what was
going on between his mother and their new father and his sister's
recent words had stunned him. His mind was racing, but he couldn't even
tell what he was thinking. Even as he heard the last tremulous notes of
his mother's climax, he could tell that they were starting up all over
again. It wasn't over yet, and it might not be over for a long time! He
felt hot all over and looking down, he was surprised to see a rising
bulge in his own pants. His shorts were tight as it was, but now, his
young thirteen-year-old penis, swollen and bothered, had managed to
create a great feeling of discomfort down there.

MaryAnn had said she'd done it herself!

"MMMmMMMMMMMmmm" a steady droning sound now issued from the bedroom,
and Rick tried desperately to visualize what was happening. Somehow
though he couldn't. He just couldn't really imagine his mother doing
what all the fellows at school were always talking about. On the other
hand, logically, he saw no reason for her not to ... it was just that
he had never thought of her in connection with ... with fucking!

Now all alone in the living room he tried to prevent the creeping of
his hand toward the center of his crotch. But it was impossible. His
young boy's cock was thick and throbbing and its cramped position in
his pants was unbearable. He reached out suddenly and turned out the
lamp on the table beside him. Then, in total darkness, he unzipped his
fly. His erect young penis popped out easily from his shorts, and
before he had thought about it any further he was massaging it lovingly
in his hands. It was oddly soothing at a moment like this, when he
didn't quite know where to turn for solace. Everything seemed to be
crumbling beneath him as though someone had opened a trap door on which
he'd been standing. He'd heard MaryAnn's bedroom door close, so he
didn't expect her to come out again, and as for his mother and her new
husband, well, they were clearly still very much occupied.

Fervently his hand moved up and down on his stiffening prick, as Rick
let his head fall back on the sofa. Lips slightly parted, eyes closed,
he pulled up the encircling foreskin until it covered the smooth tip of
his penis, then forcefully, he brought it back down again. Again and
again he continued this, something he'd been doing every night now
anyway. But this time, it was different. Dull images of writhing naked
bodies formed as his mother's cries grew again, rising to a feverish
pitch. His mother, oh mother ... he thought, and in his mind her cries
were uniquely combined with the surreptitious motions of his hand on
his own hardened young cock. The prickly electrical sensations that
raced through him were heightened at each downstroke, and somehow, on
each downstroke his mother emitted sigh after throaty sigh. He'd never
really thought of masturbation as evil ... they'd been taught in school
that it was not ... but now it seemed totally illicit to him to be
there in his own living room, exposed as he was and feeling feelings
he'd never even dreamed of. Yet, could the connection with his mother
be all wrong? As far as he'd been concerned ... up 'til now, she could
do no wrong ... whatever wrong there was, therefore, had to do with
Don. Anger welled within him, as the reality of the situation dawned on
him once more ... shaken from his reverie, he nonetheless continued
slipping his fist over his heated penis. It fit so well there in the
palm of his hand, snug and warm, now moistened from the seeping of his
excitement.

"Oh Don ... don't ever stop fucking me ... don't ever stop ...
uuuuuuungh!"

Tears sprang to Rick's eyes as he heard the startling words. And
enraged and almost at the point of complete breakdown, he rammed his
foreskin quickly down and then jiggled it up the complete length of his
penis again, twisting slightly with small teasing motions when he
reached the top.

"Oh, no mother ... no ..." something prompted him to say ... "I'll
never stop ... I'll never stop!"

* * *

There was a stretching feeling in Laura's loins as the tight swollen
head of her husband's penis pressed up into her. His long thick cock
slithered once more up into the depths of her hungrily throbbing cuntal
passage, and the heavy weight of him continued to push down on her. He
was taking her with such force that she had trouble breathing, but the
fire inside her more than compensated for any discomfort she felt. She
was skewered now to the hilt, her cunt walls aching at the thick round
pole of lust-hardened flesh they surrounded so tightly. Her entire
vaginal passage was consumed with tormented lust. One orgasm had led to
another and now, she knew she was going to cum again. How was it
possible for her to cum still one more time? But she knew she would.
She felt it in her entire being with a profound certainty. She moaned
slightly and tried to move a little beneath him. He was really too
heavy on her ... much too heavy this time. But she could see from his
lust incited features that she could no longer reach him ... he would
do with her what he wanted now. It felt as though he was fucking her
all the way up to the fullness of her breasts! His hands were cupped
underneath her smooth undulating buttocks, and she could feel the pain
as his knuckles kneaded hard into her tender flesh. She had attained
the state of total submission that she had hoped for. Within her secret
passage ... so carefully guarded, all those long years of widowhood ...
there were no more secrets from Don's impaling cock. It was what she
had wanted, what she needed ... to give herself up completely this way!
She thought that if she were to die at that very moment, she would be
completely happy.

Her vaginal crevice grew moister still, and a loud sucking noise filled
the room every time Don slid out and then slammed brutally back into
her helplessly aroused genitals. She felt a gigantic shudder race
through her, starting curiously at the nape of her neck. It traced
downward toward the base of her spine and then traveled the length of
her wide split rectal passage. From there it spread to her vagina and
seemed to pause a moment before expanding incredibly within her
squirming loins as though it were about to burst her into a zillion
tiny pieces. She started to cry out, but the sound caught in her
throat, as the orgasm increased, moving outward in all directions at
once. Sometimes it seemed to be in her breasts, other times it dwelt
upon the bludgeoning head of her husband's cock where it increased and
decreased as he continued his steady pounding in and out. She felt him
grow bigger still within her, as though he too, were going to split
apart, and this tiny addition of bulk within her shattering vagina was
enough to dislodge the sound of her voice, as she flailed outwards with
arms and legs, hips and buttocks skidding against the rug with each
upsurging blow against her convulsing cervix. Wave after wave of
dazzling relief, sparkling lights of hot incandescent fireflies,
inundated her straining body. Moans of incredulous wonder escaped her
lips as every second she thought it would end, but, impossibly the
orgasm continued. She was falling through the night, lost in space
somewhere, totally weightless. Desperately, her satiny vaginal walls
clasped tighter around her husband's enormous penis.

Warm liquid was spreading wetly inside her widely stretched cunt and
Don's voice joined hers as she felt his cock pumping ... oh God, what a
delicious feeling ... pumping steady streams of seminal fluid deep into
the soft pink folks of her hungrily sucking pussy.

When, a short while later, Laura and Don sunk into a mindless bliss of
darkness, drenched and satiated and still clinging together, Rick,
their son, let loose a hot white stream of cum in the living room,
straight into the air. There was not much yet, but it in no way
affected the quality of his climax, for on his lips almost unbeknownst
to him, were two names ... his mother's and then ... strangely, his own
sister's. He had never known such a bittersweet orgasm and although his
passion- distorted mind had knowingly been spurred on by his young
mother's love cries, Rick was still not sure what it all meant.



Chapter 2


Rick went to bed early, as was his custom ever since his mother had
returned home from her honeymoon. Ever since that first terrible night,
he had been unable to stay anywhere near the living room at night. Even
so, during the week that had passed, he had discovered that grownups
did not confine their lovemaking to night time. Over the weekend when
Don was home from his job as a surveyor in Marin County, both he and
MaryAnn had been startled ... while they were having peanut butter and
jelly sandwiches in the dining nook, to hear the unmistakable sounds of
their mother's sexual arousal ... emanating from behind the closed
bedroom door.

He and his sister had not been on the best of terms since that first
night, but now they looked meaningfully at each other, and each
recognized the expression of fright and distress mirrored in the
other's eyes. A feeling of dependent kinship resprouted instantly
between them.

Indignantly, MaryAnn had beckoned Rick from the house, and they'd gone
bike riding until quite late that evening. Neither one of them saying a
word to the other about what was uppermost on their minds.

But that had been days ago, and tonight Rick was particularly upset,
the reason being that MaryAnn had gone out to a movie that afternoon
straight from school, but had not yet returned home. Worried, Rick
mentioned it to his mother, but she just shrugged her shoulders and
replied that MaryAnn had probably stopped off for a soda the way she
usually did after the movies.

He'd given his mother a dark look, hating the fact that she seemed to
be getting prettier every day, hating the fact that she paid little
attention to either of them any more. Every other word out of her mouth
was Don this and Don that. He couldn't stand it! Slamming the door to
his room behind him, he raced to his bed, and threw himself upon it,
sobbing loudly. He was sure that MaryAnn was out doing it with some
boy. Hadn't she said she had done it once? Why wouldn't she do it again
then? Each night he had thought more deeply about her compelling
confession, and each night he'd grown more curious about it. Alone in
his bed with nothing but lascivious thoughts filling his young head,
he'd had no choice but to take his thickly swollen penis consolingly in
his hands. And the more vivid his imagination became, the more pleasure
he found there was to be had in his solitary activity. Sometimes he
would try to picture his young 14-year-old sister without any clothes
on ... but it was difficult. He knew that her breasts were already
growing big like a woman's but it was clear from the way she filled out
her dresses and blouses that she was not yet as big as Mother. He
wondered if one day she would be! As for the way the rest of her
looked, he knew that she had admirably long legs, and graceful calves
and ankles. Her hips were slender, almost as slender as his, only her
little behind was more full and curvy. And between her legs ... well
that was the hardest part to imagine. He knew that there was hair. All
the boys at school said it was hairy and there was a little hole of
some sort. But what else?

He himself was already sprouting some hairs around his penis, and at
first he'd thought that there was something wrong ... that men weren't
supposed to have any. But later he'd seen some older boys in the
swimming pool and they'd all had hair surrounding their adolescent
groins.

Both he and MaryAnn were fair skinned with chestnut colored hair,
unlike their dark-tressed mother and she'd always told them that they
resembled their father to a tee ... but they'd only seen one fading
picture of him in his Air Force uniform, and they'd both been too young
when his plane went down to remember anything about him.

Rick's nightly sessions beneath the covers were, he felt, the only
thing that kept him going. The days were getting harder and harder as
his resentment grew of his new father and his mother. He'd overheard
them talking once ... his ears had perked up when he realized they were
talking about him and MaryAnn.

"They'll get used to you, Don," his mother had said, in an assuring
tone of voice. "Give them a little time. They'll adjust!"

He'd felt like screaming out ... "NO, I'll never adjust ... never! And
neither will MaryAnn!" He knew that MaryAnn felt the way he did, but he
didn't know any of the details of her thinking. He was really afraid to
ask her ... and in a way he thought, they were both hoping it all might
go away if they tried to ignore it.

Now surrounded by the familiar objects in his room, all his favorite
things around him, Rick felt infinitely safer. His tears gradually
abated and through blurry eyes he looked about him. The tree fringed
window of his room admitted a dusky twilight. It was another beautiful
California summer evening. He could see his baseball bat lying in the
corner, his mitt, and lined up against the wall, the track trophies
he'd earned last year. Somewhere in the house a door slammed, and
Rick's ears strained to hear if it was his sister, or just Don,
returning late from work. The sound of his mother's laughter echoing
through the house told him it was his new stepfather. WHERE WAS SHE
ANYWAY? Was she right at this very moment spreading her legs ... that
was the way he'd heard it was done ... and was some boy (WHO?) putting
his thing between them? Was she crying out the way Mother did all the
time? He began to sob again and turned over on the bed, kicking his
long legs out behind him. His penis was once again hard and stiff
between his legs, and as he lay on his belly, it pushed onto the
mattress of his bed. By moving ever so slightly he would create greater
sensations in that area, and soon, he was pushing and grinding his
entire pelvis into the bed. Beneath him, the impersonal mattress took
on new forms and shapes, and soon he could actually feel his sister
writhing nakedly beneath him. She was calling his name, her arms
holding him tight, as she raised her lips to kiss him, and he was
loving it, loving her, feeling his cock upon her, feeling her tongue,
her breasts beneath his chest. The fuzzy area between her legs was
rubbing against his heated shaft and he was going to cum any minute.
His sister, too, was going to cum. She was screaming and carrying on
just like mother and begging him to do it harder, never to stop!

"NNNNNNNNGH!" he groaned, muffling his anguished cries into the pillow
... "OH MARYANN ... OOOOOOOOONNNNNNGH!"

His cum felt like it was starting a long distance away from his
corporeal body. It was flying toward him rapidly, and then it was
there, MaryAnn beneath him accepted his sperm totally as it came
spurting forward, traveling the entire length of his 13-year-old cock,
spinning crazily out the opening, releasing the pent-up fever in his
balls.

"OH Jesus," he sighed, "Oh God, it's good!"

He groaned a bit as he felt the uncomfortable wetness in between his
legs ... and then suddenly he leapt up, for someone had entered his
room and turned on the light!

"MaryAnn!" he cried, staring at her in disbelief. "What are you doing
here?"

"I thought I heard you call my name," she said. "I was right next door
in my room. You seemed to be making quite a racket in here ... What are
you doing?" She looked around the room suspiciously, and then back at
her younger brother's face. Her gaze drifted idly downward toward his
stained and still bulging trousers. Embarrassed, she turned her eyes
away and Rick moved quickly toward the bathroom that connected their
rooms.

"I've been in my room for hours," she called after him. "Came in
through the window ... I can't stand going through the house anymore
... it's such a colossal bore, if you know what I mean. Besides, Mom
could care less where I am!"

She heard the sound of running water coming from the bathroom, and not
knowing whether Rick had heard her or not, decided to remain silently
until he came out. After a few seconds, he reappeared, a tall, lanky
boy, big for his age, wearing his terry wrap-around. MaryAnn tried to
keep from looking toward her brother's groin, but she was curious to
see if he was still big down there.

"Was the movie any good?" Rick asked, noting her eyes lingering just
below his belt line. He tried to appear nonchalant as he moved away
toward his bed, but his knees felt wobbly and weak, and he knew that
MaryAnn would be able to tell that he was nervous.

"Oh the usual," she replied, not going into detail about the X rating
movies she'd been sneaking in to see, using a fake ID card. She usually
tried to go at least once a week, considering it an essential part of
her education, and today's movie had been a humdinger. There had been
detailed close-ups of everything, and she'd found it all particularly
interesting in the light of recent developments at home.

Her clear, hazel eyes sparkled now at the thought of what Antoine, the
hero of the movie had done to Carita beside the swimming pool of her
estate. But right now she was wondering just what her brother had been
up to, and why he had called her name if he'd thought she wasn't there!

She wondered too, if she should tell him of her new discovery. She
decided to wait a while before telling him how she'd been passing her
mother's bedroom window had discovered that one could see perfectly
clearly into the room ... right through the sheer curtains. She'd
realized at the time that her mother would have no reason to pull down
the shades since there were no neighbors behind them, and ordinarily no
one was in the narrow area behind their house. It was a narrow
alleyway, and nothing grew there but weeds, and behind that a large
wooden fence divided their property from the vacant lot next door.

The small ranch style house was situated upon a medium sized lot in the
dry flat area outside of San Francisco that spread out away from the
city towards the airport. Even though the area had originally been
designated as middle income, the property had been rapidly
deteriorating around them since they'd been living there and MaryAnn
had heard Don say to her mother that soon they would move to a more
desirable place, maybe in Marin County where he usually worked, and
where they would not have to listen to the sounds of the jets overhead
night and day, or hear the whooshing traffic from the highway.

MaryAnn settled her small compact body into Rick's desk chair and
picking up a comb from his desk, began to comb through her long
straight hair. She was thinking about how much she hated the house, and
although she was not really too fond of Don thus far, she nevertheless
hoped that his promise that they would move would turn out to be a
reality. She knew that in other, higher class houses you could not hear
through the doors and walls, and she visualized this one fact as a
possibility that all of their lives might one day return to normal.

But what normal meant, she was no longer sure. Normal was supposed to
be having both a mother and a father. The mother stays home and takes
care of the house and children while the father goes out to work. She
was glad that her mother no longer had to go and sit typing in an
office in the city every day, returning home late each night pale and
haggard, but somehow now that she was home when she and Rick returned
from school, it was more of an annoyance than anything else. She was
almost like a stranger to them now, wearing her hair in odd new styles,
constantly rearranging the living room furniture ... experimenting with
weird recipes that usually didn't turn out too well. When they got home
she'd most often be bustling nervously about the kitchen, on the verge
of tears because she'd misgauged still another Julia Child recipe, and
Don's dinner was not going to be what she had hoped.

Then, when and if the kitchen situation ever got under control, they
would see her rush into the bedroom to change into one of her new
outfits before Don got home. She'd return, flushed and made up, looking
beautiful but a little out of place in the Early American style living
room, in a flowing gown of diaphanous chiffon, or see-through culottes
that started at her navel, topped with a light revealing blouse.

"It's funny," MaryAnn suddenly said, breaking the long silence between
her and her brother, "how we were so glad in the beginning that Mom was
going to get married ... and now it's turned out to be so awful!" She
continued absentmindedly combing her hair, unaware of her brother's
curious looks from the bed.

"Yeah," he replied. He was watching the curve of his sister's young
breasts, beneath her blouse as she raised her arm in the easy combing
motion. She didn't seem to be wearing a bra, because he could see the
firm round protrusion of her nipples, tight and small, pressing against
the white cotton fabric of her clothing.

"Would you like to see what they are really doing in there?" MaryAnn
suddenly asked. She hadn't intended to, but somehow it had just slipped
out. She couldn't keep it to herself any longer. What good was a secret
anyway if you didn't tell someone?

Rick felt his recently satiated young penis leap to attention beneath
the soft blue terry-cloth of his wrap-around. What did she mean by
that? His eyes never left the button-like tips of his sister's breasts
as his mind began rapidly working.

"Sure," he replied casually. "Why not?"

Whose hands had caressed his sister's teenaged bosom, he wondered,
mentally running through the boys he knew were in her class at school.
Technically, he knew that she was not yet allowed to go out on dates
alone ... only group gatherings. But knowing MaryAnn, he was sure she
could have easily gotten around that. Oh, she was full of surprises,
his older sister!

"Well, I haven't tried it yet," MaryAnn continued, at last replacing
the comb to her brother's desk. "But ..." she stood up, and Rick saw
that the crotch of her denim shorts had gotten caught between her
thighs. He gulped as she wriggled a bit and pulled down the fabric. How
did it feel there between her young, luscious white thighs when the
material got bunched up there? he wondered. It must feel good, he
thought, trying to put himself in her place.

"But ..." MaryAnn continued after a dramatic pause, "tonight we can go
see for ourselves!"

"Go see ... but where? What do you mean!?"

"Out back!" MaryAnn replied impatiently, with a sharp gesture toward
the window, as though Rick were addle-brained for not understanding
immediately. "You can see right in their window!" she finally added,
seeing that her little brother's face did not yet appear enlightened.

"B ... bbb... should ... I mean ... do you think we ought ...?"

"Well," MaryAnn bristled, having already thought it out in her mind,
"we can hear everything, can't we? What's the difference if we see it
too?"

* * *

There was no moon at all, it not having risen yet, when MaryAnn entered
Rick's room through the bathroom. They were usually not in the habit of
knocking before entering each other's rooms, but tonight, MaryAnn
tapped lightly before entering. She was very excited about what they
were going to do, but decided to hide as much of her nervousness as
possible from her brother. She had never for a moment faltered in her
determination to spy on Don and her mother. It served them right! But
she knew that Rick was not quite as enthusiastic about the whole thing
as she was. Therefore, the more natural she acted, the better.

She was wearing her dungarees and sneakers ... (for climbing) and one
of her favorite sweatshirts. Rick was sitting up in bed, also fully
clothed, but wearing a light T-shirt over his levis. It had only been
an hour since MaryAnn had left his room, promising to return at the
right moment for their adventure, but it had seemed like ages to him.
The waiting had been sheer torture, and he'd found himself hoping that
his sister would change her mind about the whole thing! It just seemed
too daring ... and he was not at all sure that he really wanted to see
them! How would he react? He was afraid of doing some stupid thing in
front of his sister, something that would forever cast him out of her
good graces.

But now it was too late, and MaryAnn had arrived as promised. She told
him of how she'd listened in the hall as Don and their mother ate a
late supper. They'd had lots of wine, and after dinner drinks, she
confided, and then giggling, they'd turned out all the lights in the
house and gone into the bedroom. Now was the time to go out back, and
there wasn't a second to lose!

Rick had felt his anger rising at the very story of their intimate
supper and the part about the giggling had him fit to be tied. Feeling
feverish and on edge, he stealthily followed his sister out his window,
jumping softly to the ground beside her on the outside. The sweet scent
of Eucalyptus trees greeted them as they made their way around the
other side of the house where they could already see a yellow patch of
light shining from their mother's bedroom.

When each of them had finally reached the window, and were standing
directly outside, MaryAnn was the first to look in. She saw her
mother's big double bed in the center of the room, bathed in the
lamplight from the dresser. MaryAnn's heart skipped a beat, and she
drew her brother closer so he could see. Just a few feet away lay their
beautiful, young mother, completely nude, stretched out on the bed.
They both gulped and stared, bug-eyed as they saw the entire scene in
its minutest details.

Laura's head was lolling back and forth, her normally composed angelic
features, contorted in a mask of ecstasy. The children might not have
recognized her if they didn't know better! Don was kneeling between her
naked legs, as they spread widely apart on the bed, and he was running
his lips moistly up and down her exquisitely proportioned body. They
could see wet traces along her cream-like skin, where his tongue had
lovingly passed. Her large heaving breasts trembled and the nipples
stood up high and hard as his mouth sucked upon them, then he began to
move downwards along the gentle slopes of her torso and quivering
belly. Hotly, his tongue flicked out along her stomach, and then down
toward her inner thighs. Laura writhed beneath his caresses with
mindless passion as her hands clung tightly to his sandy colored hair,
pulling him hungrily forward toward her soft glistening pussy.

Both Rick and MaryAnn leaned forward, holding on the window pane for
dear life. MaryAnn felt her knuckles aching from the pressure she was
exerting to keep herself raised on tip-toes in order to see in the
window. Beside her she heard her brother's breath coming in harsh
gasps. She could not move. She wanted to run away screaming, but she
could not. It wasn't a movie she was watching now ... it was real life!
It was her mother and new father! She tried to blot out the lewd sight
before her, but couldn't. She had to watch. She was hypnotized by this
obscene performance, yet she knew she ought to leave ... and her
younger brother ... what must Rick be thinking? She wished desperately
that she had never proposed this horrid idea. But it was too late now!
She remained glued to the spot.

Beside her, Rick trembled and bit his lips. The nude body of his mother
was presented to his wondering eyes in all its glory. Never again would
he have trouble imagining a woman's body! His mother was absolutely
beautiful, he thought as he gazed admiringly at the enchanting figure
spread out on the bed before him. It was like watching some strange
pagan ritual in the adventure stories he read ... where they sacrificed
the beautiful woman on an altar. Only this was of course different. His
mother's torment, he knew was acutely pleasurable to her, despite her
pained expression ... and somehow even though he felt a distinct
feeling of hatred toward Don, his mind was able to detach itself from
these feelings and to concentrate solely upon his mother and upon her
rapture.

Don had gotten his new wife so excited that she lay back, her mouth
wide open, her lust glazed eyes staring into the void. Now Don
positioned himself between her lovely thighs, his face within moments
of touching her soft curling pubic hair. Laura's belly rose rapidly up
and down, trembling slightly in anticipation, as Don's hands pressed
outward against her belly, the thumbs dropping below into the moist
area of her already wet pussy.

MaryAnn and Rick jumped slightly, and then clung to each other, as they
watched Don's fingers separate the outer lips of their mother's moistly
shining cunt. The soft and cushiony hair-lined flesh spread slowly
apart, exposing the moist coral pink interior of their mother's
sensitive pussy, from the small budding nib of her clitoris to the
throbbing entrance of her seeping vagina.

Brother and sister felt a tremor of disbelief racing between them, when
their stepfather's head dropped down and his long pushing tongue
slipped out to graze against the upright little nub of nerves at the
very top of their mother's warm wet cunt. Laura's whole body executed a
little jerky motion as she felt this searing contact at her most
vulnerable place. Her long legs flexed upward and she clamped them
together around her husband's head, letting the soft inner flesh of her
full thighs imprison his face in a soft trap. Her hips started a slow
up-and-down motion to meet his flicking tongue. Tiny groans of pleasure
escaped her parted lips as she began to rock herself up and down in a
startling fit of sexual agony.

MaryAnn's mouth dropped open. Never in her fourteen years had she even
dreamed of such a thing, nor had anything like that been hinted at thus
far in any of the movies she had seen. She became more and more
disturbed as she watched her mother's body twisting lewdly beneath the
prolonged sucking down between her widespread legs. The whole scene
took on an aura of unreality, and although she knew that she and her
brother were there ... standing outside the bedroom window, she seemed
to lose all sense of time and space, as weird images danced in her head
and strange sensations traversed her youthful body. For some reason,
she began to identify with her mother ... hadn't they been so close for
so many years ...? Right up until the time she had met and decided to
marry Don? Everything that was happening to her mother seemed,
mysteriously, to be happening to her, as though she were connected to
her mother by an invisible bond.

Involuntarily, her own young torso began to sway rhythmically against
her brother's, in rhythm to her mother's squirming underneath Don's
lewdly positioned tongue. She seemed to feel in her own untested pussy,
the same nerve shattering lickings that her mother was experiencing.

Unconsciously, Rick was swaying with her, his thirteen-year-old mind
and body seething with desire. His sister's warmth inflamed him and as
she pushed softly against him, his penis rose slowly in his pants, and
he felt ripples of pleasure wherever his body touched hers. Almost
without thinking, he moved a little bit behind her, still watching the
depraved bedroom scene over her shoulder ... for although he was
younger, he was already taller than MaryAnn. He could feel the length
of his sister's back against his body, the soft bulge of her firm round
young buttocks pushing against his hardening penis. He rubbed up
against her, letting the hard rod press between her dungaree clad
thighs from behind. When she did not move to stop him, he continued,
too lust ridden by now to stop. His arms went around her waist, and he
pulled her a little backwards toward his young lean body. He felt a
shiver pass through her body, and encouraged, he boldly passed his hand
upward toward her breasts, cupping them and squeezing them and holding
them hard beneath his trembling fingers.

Surprisingly, MaryAnn squirmed backwards, smashing her small pliant
buttocks against his cock with a hard urgent motion. He heard her gasp
as the full stiffness of his cock jerked against her.

MaryAnn felt she was in a dream. The imperative messages of pleasure
she was getting from her body were impossible to ignore. Her brother's
touches had only seemed the fulfillment of her subconscious wishes ...
and now all remnants of her earlier desire to run away had faded.
Impulsively, she turned from the window and threw her arms around her
brother's neck, pulling him toward her trembling body, as she sought
out his moist and frightened lips. They kissed passionately, each
feeling that the other represented at once salvation and downfall.

Tears were streaming down both their faces, as they clung helplessly
together, feeling the tingling sparks fly between them, as their young
bodies pressed hard into each other.

"Oh, Rick! Oh, Rick," she cried softly, kissing his cheek. She could
feel his young cock pulsing harder against her belly now and she felt a
little faint.

"MaryAnn ..." Rick replied, his voice a tremulous whisper. He could
hardly believe that his dream was coming true. "Let's get down on the
grass!"

In the softness of the summer night the two young children lowered
themselves slowly to the slightly moist earth below the bedroom window
... no longer interested in the events taking place between their
mother and her new, virile husband, they found a new interest ...
themselves. At first they lay for a long while hugging side by side,
and then listening to the sounds from the window above them, they began
once more to fondle each other. Tentatively and inexpertly, Rick
insinuated his fingers beneath his sister's blouse, feeling her warm
skin naked to his touch. Her breasts slid beneath his hand, soft, high
mountains of young flesh that trembled at his investigation. MaryAnn
sighed, and he heard her say ... "Oh, Rick we mustn't ... we really
mustn't!"

"I know," Rick answered, nudging his swollen groin into her gently
rounded hip. "I know!" But still he continued, and then imitating what
he had just seen, he lowered his mouth to kiss his sister's still
growing breasts.

Her whole body seemed to gyrate as he took the pointed little nipples
into his mouth. Hungrily, he sucked upon them, one at a time, until
they became like sharp, little points in his mouth.

"Oh Rick," she sighed over and over "... oooooh ... no!"

And, then, later, "We can't do this here ... we just can't!"



Chapter 3


Rick woke up feeling very strange. He felt the way he usually felt when
he'd had a nightmare, depressed and badly rested. Had he had a bad
dream? Sleepily he shook his head, automatically reaching out to turn
off his Big Ben alarm clock, trying desperately to remember what was
wrong. It was only a matter of seconds before the whole thing flashed
before his eyes, in one shattering image.

His sister, MaryAnn, writhing on her back, her levis hastily pulled off
on the dark ground outside the house ... his mouth upon her breasts,
her hands tangled in his hair ... JUST LIKE DON AND MOTHER! His tongue
drifting down to the wide open tiny split, the faintly hair-lined
triangle down between her young quivering thighs. His pause to inhale
her girlish fragrance, his thoughts jumbled, imagining God knows what
... imagining yes ... that she was his mother! And then he'd plunged
downward into the sweet mist of desire, the succulent, honeyed pit of
his sister's cunt!

His tongue had wrapped luxuriously among her secret inner vaginal folds
... HAD HE LEARNED SO WELL FROM WATCHING ONE PERFORMANCE? It had been
sheer desire to please her that egged him on, making him experiment
with his mouth upon her squirming pussy, nibbling with his lips, taking
her smooth inner pussy walls gently between his teeth. How softly he'd
breathed upon her private flesh, how lovingly he'd sucked her!

And when she'd started to cum, he'd thought he'd die, thought he'd be
inundated by her flowing wetness, thought that he too would start to
cum then and there ... and he had! Just as the low grunting, rugging
sound escaped from his sister's straining throat, and her pelvis arched
impossibly up, her silken pussy thrusting itself hard into his hungrily
licking tongue, he'd freed his boyishly thick cock from his pants. How
it had felt hard and big in his hands! And giving the surging plane of
her uptilted pussy one very special sucking lick with his tongue and
mouth, he'd spewed forth his own soul racking orgasm, by slipping back
his thick foreskin hard and fast. She'd bucked savagely beneath him for
long moments, waves of passion whipping her young body this way and
that, the clandestine nature of their lovemaking adding to her
culminating pleasure, as she strained not to make too much noise.
Silently, then, or at least with only low mewls and groans of delight,
her body had twisted about in the grips of not one, but two, body
wracking orgasms. Sweating and struggling her younger brother had kept
up with her, pumping lewdly upon his long suffering but proud penis.
MaryAnn gasped as she felt her brother's warm semen spurting against
the naked flesh of her thigh, and then she bucked up again, so that her
climaxing clitoris was rubbing insistently against his mouth, her
supple back arched like a taut bow, the wet sensitive walls of her
tight young cunt surrendering totally to her brother's lovemaking.

The memory in full bloom now, Rick jumped out of bed. He fully expected
to be struck dead by a thunderbolt ... or to have someone come in and
take him away! What they had done the night before was something that
was considered more than just wrong ... that much he knew! He looked in
the mirror, sure that some lasting mark upon his features would
proclaim to everyone that he and his sister were lovers. But there was
no discernible difference in the way he looked, save for the haunted
expression on his face, and he went into the bathroom to brush his
teeth, wondering if MaryAnn was up yet, and how he could manage to get
through school that day with a night like that behind him.

He recalled as he reluctantly finished rinsing his sister's female
taste from his mouth that MaryAnn and he had gone directly to bed after
their oral lovemaking out back. She to her room and he to his. They
hadn't even paused to kiss each other good night, so startled were they
by their own actions. Rick had gotten into bed and fallen asleep
instantly, and wondered now if MaryAnn had done the same.

In her own room, MaryAnn pulled up the covers over her head. She had
already turned off her alarm, deciding that she couldn't possibly go to
school that day. Now as she lurked moodily beneath her sheet, she heard
Rick running the water in the bathroom, and trembled as her hitherto
innocent young body, recalled the delights of the previous night. She
felt just terrible. Hadn't it been her fault after all that the whole
thing had happened? She had not only perverted herself but her little
brother as well! It was only a minor relief to realize that they hadn't
done anything more than exactly what they had seen through the lighted
bedroom window, because MaryAnn knew that she had tossed and turned
most of the night, her still stimulated body wanting more, craving the
natural continuation of their actions. From the sounds they'd heard
below the window, they each knew that their parents had moved on from
the oral phase of their abandoned pleasure to wilder things. The real
thing!

She shivered now and curled up in a tight ball, the tiny silk furrow
between her teenaged legs quivering at the thought! It was awful to
know so much about lovemaking, at least certain phases of it, and yet
to have never done it! What Rick had done to her ... putting his mouth
on her, had felt so wonderful ... but today she couldn't reconcile her
feeling that they had done something evil, with her desire to do still
more than that!

A soft knock at the connecting bathroom door startled her. Almost
timidly, she called out, "Come in ..."

* * *

Don left the house after having a big breakfast. Laura always insisted
that she serve him huge cups of steaming coffee, piping hot rolls or
buttered toast, and eggs with bacon or ham any way he wanted them. As
he jumped into his Chevy, and started off for his job, he thought that
he really couldn't complain about the way she treated him ... it was a
far cry from his bachelor life ... and yet something was wrong and he
couldn't quite put his finger on it as he recalled with a smile of
pleasure their previous night's lovemaking. What a lovely body Laura
had! He seemed to still be able to taste her womanly scent upon his
lips, although he had showered twice since then.

The flat land and track homes whizzed by him as he headed North on the
highway, hundreds of other cars racing along beside him as he surged
through the rush hour traffic. What was really bothering him, he
realized, as he cut through the winding hilly slopes of San Francisco,
was the kids. Laura kept telling him that they'd come around, but so
far all efforts on his part to make friends with them had failed. And
Laura wasn't really much help in that department. Several times he'd
tried to persuade her to go on a family outing with them ... but she
always protested, saying how much more she preferred being alone with
him! Even dinner now at the house usually meant just the two of them,
for the children had taken to eating earlier and going off to their
rooms. They seemed to feel ill at ease in their own house.

He had to do something about it. Even though Laura was a lovely,
charming woman, he had to admit that she did not seem to be the best
mother in the world at the moment. True the circumstances were
extraordinary ... a woman widowed for such a long time, was bound to
respond with more fervor to a new marriage than others might. Yes, he
figured, gazing at the Golden Gate bridge looming in the distance ...
it was up to him to make everything work out.

He decided to take them out to dinner. Laura had said something about
the hairdresser's that evening. She'd recently gotten in the habit of
going to a very chic coiffeur, Mr. Joseph, and as with most of his
customers, she took an appointment whenever she could get one. That
would be perfect, he thought, stepping on the gas and passing a
dawdling VW ... he'd take them out somewhere nice, talk to them, get to
know them ... make friends. This decision had the effect of removing a
great weight from his shoulders, and he began to mentally try out some
topics of conversation that the two teenagers might find interesting.
He supposed the boy would be interested in sports ... he'd seen some
track trophies in his room ... and the girl, MaryAnn ... what on earth
could he say to her? He visualized her now, a truly beautiful little
girl, just teetering on the brink of womanhood ... her complexion fair
and clear, with long straight light brown hair, that he knew would get
lighter as the summer progressed. He wondered if she had any boyfriends
... a girl as bright and pretty as she ought to have many ... and yet
so far as he knew neither one of them had had any visitors at the
house. Well, he'd just have to find out all these things tonight. If he
was going to be a father, he was going to try his best to be a good one
anyway!

* * *

Rick and MaryAnn took the same bus home from school together. MaryAnn
walked slowly down the block toward their house, keeping in step with
her brother. She was glad that he had persuaded her to go to school
that morning. Something about the pure boring normality of school had
made her feel a little better. Still, just walking beside Rick was
enough to reawaken her dormant, secret desires. She turned toward him
before they reached the house.

"We mustn't ever, ever do anything like that again," she said with a
serious expression in her eyes.

Rick's eyes blazed into hers. His cock tingled madly and his blood was
pumping wildly. "No," he answered, "I suppose not!"

"Friends?" MaryAnn asked, smiling.

Rick took her extended hand in his, feeling violent thrills race
through every inch of his body. "Friends!" he replied solemnly.

When they entered the house they found a note from their mother.


Gone to town to do some shopping and then to Mr. Joseph. Don called and
is taking you two out to dinner tonight. Wear your good clothes ...
MaryAnn, be sure to wear a dress!




Love, Mother


They looked at each other in mutual disgust, and then, retired to their
rooms to rest up for what they knew would be a trying evening.

* * *

Don was wearing his best suit that night, and he'd even had the car
washed on the way home from work. He was pleased to see that the kids
were looking very spiffy too, having never seen them wearing much else
but dungarees and sweat-shirts. MaryAnn was sitting beside him in the
car and Rick was in the back seat. Surprisingly, a familiar scent was
wafting toward him from his teenaged charge.

"What's that you're wearing, MaryAnn?" he asked, trying his best to
sound genial and fatherly.

"Mom's Ma Griffe," she replied without hesitation.

"Oh ..." he fell silent. "Does your mother know you use it?"

"No ... she'd probably have kittens!" Rick piped up from the back.

Don thought it best to change the subject ... but it was a little
disturbing to him nonetheless to continue to sniff the perfume he had
come to associate so closely with his wife, emanating so sexily from
the presence of his fourteen-year-old stepdaughter!

"You both look awfully nice tonight ..." he tried.

"This is Mom's dress too." MaryAnn offered, interrupting.

Don took his eyes away from the wheel a second, rapidly taking in
MaryAnn's composed form beside him. She was wearing Laura's dress! One
of Laura's tiniest mini-dresses fit MaryAnn like a normally hemmed
dress, falling nevertheless way above her knees, although not up to her
thighs the way it fit her mother. What Don couldn't believe (and he was
noticing it now for the first time) was that MaryAnn was filling out
the top of the low-cut crocheted dress almost as amply as her mother!

He gulped and returned his eyes to the wheel when he saw that MaryAnn
was following his gaze down the cleavage of her bosom, and he sensed
Rick observing from the back seat. Suddenly he knew that the evening
was not going to be the simple, easy dinner he had planned, and that he
might as well prepare himself for it now.

"Mom would have a baby, if she knew!" Rick volunteered.

Somehow Rick's reference to Laura having kittens, and then to her
having a baby, had an unsettling effect on Don, and he started to
wondering just how much the kids actually knew about life. He and Laura
had never discussed it ... but somehow he was sure that Laura was not
the type to sit down and have a long talk with her children about sex.

He pulled into the gravel of Faro's parking lot and came to a stop.
Silently, the trio walked into the restaurant, MaryAnn teetering on
chunky heels that nonetheless gave her young slender legs a very
womanly look. Her mother had insisted she wear a dress out to this dumb
dinner, she thought, instead of her favorite outfit, pants and sneakers
... so it served her right that she was wearing one of hers!

They settled into a booth, and Don blushed to see that his wife's dress
dipped far lower than he'd thought. Why he could almost see MaryAnn's
nipples! He ordered a martini for himself immediately, and was glad
when MaryAnn held the menu up in front of her to examine it. When the
waiter came to get their order, he found himself becoming furious and
embarrassed at the same time when the older man's eyes dwelled upon his
stepdaughter's bosom for an unusually long time. Only by coughing and
raising his voice did he manage to get the insolent waiter's attention.

As they were ordering, Rick smiled to himself at the scene. The least
they could do was get a little fun out of the evening, he and MaryAnn
had decided before leaving, and it looked like it was going to be a
riot, judging from the events so far!

They all had antipasto and MaryAnn ordered Eggplant parmesan, as well
as veal scaloppini. Rick decided to try the stuffed clams. Don ordered
spaghetti with white clam sauce.

The dinner was progressing without further incident, until Rick
suddenly piped up, "clams are a sex food, I understand."

Don poured himself a glass from the carafe of wine he'd ordered.

"May I have some, Don?" MaryAnn asked, her eyes boldly examining her
stepfather's face. She was recalling how he'd looked the night before,
completely nude ... his big thing bloated and thick between his legs.

"Uh ... well, OK ... but maybe you kids should cut it with a little
water ..." Don was still thinking about Rick's clam remark.

"Oh, Mother lets us drink wine," Rick said. "It's OK."

Don watched helplessly as the kids gulped down two glasses of red wine
before he could do anything about it. Then he suddenly decided to take
matters into his own hands. After all, he was a grown man ... their new
father in fact ... he'd better take charge now or never!

"That was an interesting remark, you made, Rick," he began, wondering
if he was making a mistake.

"What ... which one?" Rick asked, beaming. The wine had made him giddy
and he felt very pleased with himself for some reason.

"About the clams ..." Don replied. "Do you know anymore about that
fact?"

"Oh, I hear they make you hot!" Rick snickered.

MaryAnn giggled and poked him under the table.

"Oh?" Don blushed and decided to brazen it out. He'd read a book on
child psychology once, but he couldn't seem to remember a thing about
it. "Do you know what that means?" Don asked.

It means what you do to Mom every night! Rick thought, resentfully, but
replied angelically, "No ... I don't ... what does it mean?"

"Yes, Don," MaryAnn spoke up, giving him the same burning look, "can
you tell us what that means?" Don tried to focus his eyes so he would
see as little of her yawning neckline as possible, but even looking
directly at her eyes, his peripheral vision picked up a wide and smooth
pink shaded area of naked young flesh. "I mean..." she continued, "we
have a slight idea I think ... don't we, Rick?" she turned to Rick for
corroboration, and he grinningly nodded assent. "But I mean nobody has
ever really told us what do you call it ... the facts of life!"

"Well uh ..." Don averted his eyes and looked down at the tablecloth.
The waiter came and removed the dishes and they all sat in stunned
silence until he had gone.

"Well ... uh ..." he began again. "We'll certainly have to rectify
that! Uh!"

The waiter arrived again, bringing hot zabaglione and coffee, and as he
set the last cup down, Don felt an unmistakable prod from beneath the
table. He could swear that MaryAnn was playing with his knee! Quickly
he moved his leg to one side as far away as he could.

"What we'll do is get some books from the library, and on the weekend
we'll all have a long talk ... OK?"

"Oh, can't you tell us anything right now?" MaryAnn asked, pleadingly.

"Well, it depends..." Don had a sinking feeling in the pit of his
stomach. "What is it that you want to know?"

"When a man puts his thing inside a woman, what does it feel like?"
MaryAnn replied.

* * *

The ride home was made in complete silence. Don felt mortified. They'd
made a complete fool out of him, and yet he kept on reminding himself
that it really wasn't their fault. What they were saying was really
true, they didn't know the things they ought to have been taught at
their age. That was the reason for their disproportionate interest in
such things. He intended to have a long talk with Laura ... she was
just going to have to start looking after her children's welfare ...
why they'd gotten completely out of hand!

He drove quickly and within minutes the car pulled into the driveway.
Don stepped out and opened up the back door. Rick and MaryAnn had
chosen to sit together in the back for the ride home.

Together, they walked silently to the door, MaryAnn praying that her
mother would be in the bedroom and wouldn't see her wearing one of her
best dresses.

Once inside, she was pleased to note that Laura was nowhere in sight,
and jauntily she skipped back to her room, throwing a "Thanks, Don,"
over her shoulder. "Yeah, thanks Don," Rick added running down the hall
after her.

Don looked after them and shook his head. Then he turned to go into the
bedroom. Opening the door, he spied Laura in pink chiffon sitting up in
bed reading. As he walked toward her he realized he had a raging hard-
on, and he wondered why. But it hardly mattered as he sat down beside
her and scooped her willing body into his arms.

"Oh, darling," she sighed, "I've missed you!"

His hands rummaged beneath the bed sheets, aiming for his wife's warm
and tender, hidden pussy.

"I've missed you too," he breathed hotly into her ear.



Chapter 4


Beneath the soft light from her night lamp, MaryAnn was still flushed
and excited from the wine she'd had at dinner and the stimulation of
teasing her stepfather. Her young brother sat across from her watching
curiously as she probed behind her dresser. She had invited him into
her room, promising to show him something "very interesting!" and now,
she was clearly fetching whatever it was from a secret hiding place.

Rick felt consumed with excitement too. MaryAnn had not yet removed the
revealing dress that made her look so womanly, and he thought he'd
never seen anyone so beautiful, with the possible exception of his
mother. Watching as she bent over, he saw the dark tips of her swelling
orbs of her pale breasts jiggling slightly, and she retrieved a small
white book from behind the chest of drawers.

"What is it?" Rick suddenly felt hot all over. He started to undo his
shirt, and then just took it off completely. He hated shirts!

MaryAnn came and sat on the bed next to him, and handed him her secret
treasure.

"I found it in Mom's room once ... it was in her drawer!"

Rick looked at the title of the book. "Marital positions" it said. "Ten
positions for the execution of normal marital intercourse, with
foreword by Dr. Milton Zerkowitz."

Hastily Rick opened to the first page. To his astonishment there before
his eyes, was a photograph of a woman lying on a bed with her legs
widespread. And there was a man between them! His large pendulous cock
was sunk all the way to the hilt between her raised legs. Clearly, Rick
could see his long thick pole disappearing into the slender hair-lined
slit of the woman's vagina! It was in almost all the way, only a little
bit was left showing outside of the wide-stretched hole between the
woman's open legs.

It looked very wet between the woman's thighs, and her face was
distorted in an expression so similar to the one Rick had seen on his
mother's face that very night before, that he gasped.

He had never seen a picture of a man and woman fucking before, and he
could feel his veins constricting, and his heart thumping as he
continued to examine the graphic photo.

He looked at the man's hard and strong body. "How he must feel," he
thought. "It must be fantastic!" A stab of acute jealousy ran through
him as he wondered just when he would know that same forbidden
sensation. Beside him, he felt his sister's warm breathing close to his
naked shoulder.

Suddenly, it occurred to him that this must be the way MaryAnn had
looked when she was making love to whoever it was. Her legs must have
been spread open in much the same obscene way! Curiously, he glanced
sideways at her youthful face. She was studying the picture as though
she had never seen it before ... although Rick assumed that she had
looked at it many times already. He noticed that her lower lip was
trembling slightly as she gazed at the open book before them, and that
her eyes were heavy, the lids also quivering lightly. While he looked
at her he saw her squirm a little on the bed, and press her thighs
tightly together. Looking down, he could see her rose-tipped breasts in
their full glory, nestling precariously in a low-cut strapless bra. The
fact that she was wearing such a womanly item of apparel suddenly
aroused him beyond anything he'd known thus far, and suddenly his hand
reached out, and he slipped his fingers down beneath one young,
ripening breast.

Squeezing hard on the soft mound of his sister's flesh, he heard his
own voice demanding, "IS THAT HOW YOU LOOKED WHEN YOU DID IT?" He was
glaring into her eyes, noting how shocked she was both by his action
and his question.

"Rick!" she responded, "What?" And then her arms were around him, and
laughing shakily, she told him that she had lied.

"No ... I've never ... never ... I swear to you!"

Rick felt her breasts nudging into his chest as he pulled her still
closer to him, the book fluttering from his knees to the floor. Rolling
back, they found themselves lying together on the bed. There was
silence until Rick began planting moist kisses upon her bosom, his arms
comfortably encircling her small waist.

The memory of the photograph burned excitedly in his head, and the now
familiar terrain of his sister's body was revealed more and more to him
as he undid her back zipper and peeled the dress away. Already, in the
back seat of the car, returning from the restaurant his fingers had
traced loving lines along her upper thighs, and hers had drifted
sensually along his arm. Now in total privacy she helped him remove her
mother's dress ... and quickly peeled her flimsy white nylon panties
down over her full youthful buttocks.

"The wine ..." she breathed heavily. "We shouldn't have had the wine!"

She felt quite dizzy and as though something had control of her ...
something that she couldn't combat. Why had she shown him the picture?
she wondered, even as his hands were running along the nakedness of her
back, down to the round naked globes of her buttocks. She was shivering
with an unprecedented desire. Her body instantly aroused, awakened to
fever pitch by the lust that churned deep within her. Through a strange
haze she could see her brother's lustful expression, his mouth open as
he stared at her loveliness. She realized that it had been too dark the
night before for him to really see what her body looked like, despite
the yellow glow from the bedroom window. But now, in her room, her lamp
cast a golden shadow of light over her, and MaryAnn felt her younger
brother leave her side to stand at the edge of the bed looking at her
pubescent body. She was wearing only her bra and the new high heels
she'd worn only once before, and as if taken by a great lethargy that
made it impossible for her to move, she lay quietly on her back, her
lithe, youthful thighs slightly parted, her slightly hair-sprinkled
pubic triangle and the narrow girlish vaginal slit fully exposed to her
brother's eyes.

She felt the night breeze blow over her trembling upper thighs, and
simultaneously Rick reached down to unclasp her bra. Her fresh, budding
breasts popped from their tight encasing, and MaryAnn, adjusting to the
new freedom, lifted her arms up, pulling the weight of them higher on
her chest.

She heard the rustle of clothing being taken off, and knew that her
brother was removing his pants. She was glad she had thought to lock
the door, although she doubted that anyone would ever come to her room
at this hour. The evil aspects of what they were doing only served to
heighten her anticipation now. She was fully resigned, or thought she
was, to the sexual experiment that she and her brother were making.
Yet, she trembled with fear as she felt a movement on the bed and Rick
was kneeling toward her. She rolled over a little into the indented
area caused by his greater weight beside her, and then his hot hands
were on her, running rapidly all over her satin skin and she heard
herself calling his name, and writhing into his touches.

Deliciously her body pressed against his ... smooth nakedness of
brother and sister ... full breasts against his flat chest ... his hard
virile young penis against her smooth white belly, her thighs, her
sparsely hair-fringed little cunt. Cool and hot flashes of skin moving
easily together, his lips divinely kissing hers ... her thighs parting
and closing involuntarily around his warm cock ... it snuggling hard
between her legs, below her moist, beautiful pussy.

"Oh, God," she sighed "it's beautiful ... it's magic! It's what I've
always wanted!"

Rick groaned in assent as his older sister ground her thighs together,
enclosing his fiery pole between them. He could feel the wetness of her
pubic hair along the side of his hard, throbbing penis and now he
sought to pull back. How should he fuck her ... what was the best way
to do it? Uncertainty plagued him at what seemed an impossible task.
But then he remembered the picture, and slowly rolled MaryAnn over on
her back, letting his full weight press downward upon her. Her
quivering white nudity pulsed gently below him, and he could sense that
she was waiting for him to continue. Waiting to see what he would do!

MaryAnn's entire body twitched uncontrollably as she moaned in
abandoned bliss, waiting to feel what she had dreamed of for so many
nights ... visualizing an unknown face, an as yet unknown lover ... how
could she have known that it would turn out to be Rick ... her baby
brother! And yet it most undeniably was he, stretched out upon her, his
strong young cock straining excitedly against her belly. But it was a
brother she had never known, a rough and yet gentle boy who loved her,
wanted her every bit as much as she wanted him!

"Oooooohh, Rick," she cried as her brother's hands slid beneath the
rounded cool cheeks of her buttocks, lifting them upward, and at the
same time straining forward with his hips. His inexperienced cock
grazed against her outer pussy lips, striking the hollow of her inner
thigh, and MaryAnn opened her legs outward just a tiny bit more. Urgent
hands parted the lips of her throbbing untested vagina, and then came
the hard blunt stab of rock-hard flesh!

"Aaaaaahhh!" she cried out as her brother's penis pressed hard against
the ungiving slit of her virginity. But she held onto him, clutching at
his back and buttocks to keep him in place, and after a second, he
tried straining forward with determination, feeling his blood-filled
cock give a little, buckling at the impenetrable opening of his
sister's throbbing little cuntal passage.

"Oh, God," he groaned, "it won't go in, MaryAnn!" He pushed again, and
once more she let out a cry of pain, but this time it felt slightly
different down there ... as if he had made some headway. He ground his
teeth and lunged forward with all his might. Suddenly the tip of his
cock was being swallowed up by wet tightness, and then the entire thick
head was in!

"Oooooohhhhhh!" MaryAnn moaned at the odd sensation between her legs
... her brother's penis had become a wondrous instrument of torture,
sinking deep into her tiny unused cunt. Her face contorted with ecstasy
and passionate little cries of pain and pleasure mixed escaped from her
lips.

Moving up into her, Rick felt his cock going further and further into
the blissful, slightly bearded little cavern. She was mumbling
incoherently now, and her smooth legs were winding up around his hips
and thighs. JUST LIKE IN THE PICTURE! The incredibly smooth tight folds
of her virgin cunt held him, massaged his pulsing cock, squeezed it
unbearably! He was so rigid, and she was so soft ... but unbelievably
tight and snug at the same time! This was an insanity he had never
known ... and he happily surrendered his young thirteen-year-old body
to it entirely. What had seemed so difficult before was now incredibly
easy, as his lithe body responded with mute delight to his sister's.
Together they reveled in their own wickedness, MaryAnn screwing her
buttocks up tight against his testicles, forcing his virgin cock to
pound higher into her now liquidly streaming pussy. All pain gone now,
she let the soft, almost hairless, mound of her pussy grind lewdly
against his searing pole of hardened young boy flesh each time it
entered her ... for he had started a steady in-and-out motion, sending
endless shivers of delight surging through the willingly ravaged little
hole down between her legs.

To each of them it was a willing descent into the most ecstatic
oblivion. Far from all cares and worries, far from Don and their
mother's erstwhile mysterious rituals. There was no more mystery, no
more fear. They were two godlike creatures, creating their own world,
and nothing else existed but that world!

MaryAnn's body felt white hot. Her mind could not grasp the
overpowering excitement that controlled her body. It was just too much
to comprehend. All her thoughts about lovemaking had produced nothing
that vaguely compared with this. Her head flailed from side to side,
her hair wringing wet from perspiration, as she received the hard
buffeting of her younger brother's cock deeper and deeper into her
heated belly. Each moment the madness grew more intense, and she arched
her wildly pumping buttocks upwards with a small grunt, swinging her
thighs still higher up and around Rick's driving hips, clasping his
young pelvis to hers in a fierce ankle lock. The hunger in her grinding
little pussy spiraled ravenously around inside, only temporarily
assuaged by the ramming length of her younger brother's lust-swollen
penis.

Rick surged on, his entire body felt like one big cock forcing itself
high and hard into the most divine orifice in the world. He felt great
love welling up inside him for his writhing older sister ... love and
gratitude both. That she would allow him to give her such pleasure ...
and that he was capable of giving it! These two thoughts consumed him,
fired him on. He could feel hot flaming tongues of fire building in his
balls now each time the thick rubbery head of his penis was squeezed by
his sister's warm, wetly clenching vaginal muscles. He was going to cum
and he couldn't stop it. But there was no reason to stop it, he thought
if he could get her to explode with him!

"MaryAnn," he groaned, "I'm going ... to ... cum! Cum with me sis ...
cum with me!"

The words swirled like mist in MaryAnn's head, a mist that loosened
something deep in her belly, as one stone starts a landslide, one drift
of snow an avalanche. It was half a second away, and then ... THAT
SECOND WAS THERE!

Her mouth opened wide and Rick forced his tongue savagely into her
throat. Down below, his prick grew to larger size within her, and with
a deep groan of triumph he began to spurt hot, virile young sperm far
up into her streaming pussy.

"OOOOOOOOOHHH, yes, yes ... I'm cumming toooo! ... Oh, yessss!" Her
voice was tremulous and halting, as MaryAnn's legs stiffened, her toes
curling under, her hands pulling upon her brother's spastically driving
buttocks. Her orgasm ricocheting in a strange, outrageously beautiful
pattern, her cunt walls seemingly illuminated by flares, a glowing
incandescence that would last forever. Her orgasmic juices slipped
wetly down, drenching her brother's climaxing member, oiling it like a
driving piston as he continued to screw into the widespread plane of
her tight, hungrily sucking young pussy. Exotic images of foreign lands
filled her head, lascivious picture post cards of carnal desire swarmed
to crowd out all normal thinking processes in her head. Depraved
sensuality filled her as her wildly contracting young belly seemingly
burst apart, fucked lewdly by her own baby brother. Her firm young body
slapped fleshily against his, the cumming together lubricating their
tightly meshed sex organs impossibly so that the sheets were wringing
wet beneath them. Still the hot wet walls of her clasping vagina
strained and shuddered throbbingly as her gyrating hips thrust
impossibly upward, milking her little brother's jerking young organ
like a hungrily sucking mouth.

It was only minutes, but it seemed like hours before both their
sweating young bodies were drained, totally drained of everything.
MaryAnn's limbs collapsed and lay lewdly spread beneath Rick's
embracing form. Occasionally a tremor would traverse them as sensuous
memories of their lust returned.



Chapter 5


Don observed his face in the mirror as he shaved, carefully attending
to the spot on his beard that was particularly difficult to reach. He
could already smell the odor of frying bacon coming from the kitchen,
and he knew that Laura was preparing his breakfast. A momentary flash
of anger swept through him as the events of the last evening with the
kids returned to him in their full humiliating detail. Fucking their
mother had helped him blot the whole thing out of his mind last night,
but now it floated up again in his mind and he had the same
uncomfortable, uneasy feeling he'd had the night before.

He would have to talk to Laura this morning.

After putting on the clean underwear and shirt that Laura had carefully
laid out for him, he donned his khaki work pants and went into the
living room. He could see Laura bustling about in her red and black
housecoat, buttering toast and cutting it in triangular slices. He
approached her, entering the small kitchen and putting his arms gently
around her waist.

"Morning, beautiful," he said, nibbling at her sweet smelling neck. Her
perfume sent a shiver through him, and abruptly he released her, going
over to the table to sit down.

"Where are the kids?" he asked, unfolding his napkin.

"Oh, they said they didn't feel up to school today, both of them have
some kind of virus I think. I hope it wasn't anything they ate last
night!" Laura continued humming a little tune to herself as she started
scrambling the eggs.

"It could hardly have been anything we had last night ... the food was
excellent ... and besides I'd be sick too!" Don felt unaccountably
furious, as he poured himself a hot cup of coffee.

"Are you sure they're not faking?" he asked.

"Why, what ever would make you say a thing like that ... if they say
they're sick ... I'm sure they are ..."

"Well ... Laura ... it's just that you and I are going to have to have
a talk about the kids ... I think they're getting a little out of
hand!"

Laura bristled. She couldn't remember Don ever having called her Laura
that way, except perhaps when they first met.

"What do you mean ... out of hand?" she replied. The eggs weren't
coming out right, and she felt angry at Don for bringing this up now,
at the most crucial moment of breakfast.

"I'm ... well, I'm not sure just what I mean ... but I think we're
neglecting some fundamental parts of their education ..." Don
floundered, wishing he'd waited until evening to broach the difficult
subject. He was getting a slight headache just thinking about it.

"NEGLECTING!" Laura replied, scraping the eggs out onto a platter.
"Just look at these eggs ... Here ... they're ruined!" She brusquely
dropped the platter on the table before her husband and then stood
looking down at him, ready to cry at any moment. "Why they go to an
excellent school ... I can't imagine ..."

"Sit down, honey," Don said. "Come on, sit down." He scooped up some
eggs from the platter and some bacon, noting that they did indeed look
very strange. "Now just calm down ... didn't we agree that we would try
to talk all our problems out quietly?"

"PROBLEMS? WHAT PROBLEMS?" Laura felt a little hysterical ...
everything had been going so smoothly, so beautifully ... how could
there suddenly be the enormous problems he was talking about?

"Well, for one ..." Don tried using his most calming and reassuring
voice, "for one thing ... uh, have you ever taught them anything about
the, well, the facts of life?"

"Don ... really sometimes I don't understand you ... they get all those
things at school ... they have hygiene classes and things like that
..."

"Yes, but have you ever told them anything ... actually sat down and
answered their questions?" His stomach felt tight as he gulped down a
second cup of coffee. He observed his wife's pretty face as she blushed
a deep pink and searched for words.

Laura felt the tears starting from her eyes, and angrily brushed at
them. Why was he going on about this? The children were much too young
to really be interested in that sort of thing.

"Why they're just babies!" she blurted out, rising from the table
hurriedly. The china rattled and coffee sloshed from Don's cup as she
pushed her chair away. It had turned out to be a horrible morning!
Their first argument. Laura rushed from the room, feeling hurt and
upset. Why was Don being so mean to her? And about such a silly thing!

She went into the bathroom to throw cold water on her face before she
started looking bloated and red, and while there, she thought angrily,
"Why, when they have questions they'll come to me with them!" But she
didn't expect that for another year or so ... they were so young for
their ages anyway!

When a few moments later she heard the front door slam, she burst into
tears again, at how unfair Don was, criticizing her that way ... for no
apparent reason!

She spent the entire day in her room. Once she heard noises outside and
she figured the kids were making themselves lunch. But she stayed in
the bedroom, she just couldn't face them or anyone else for that
matter. She was reading a good mystery novel that helped take her mind
off things, and she lay propped up by pillows turning the pages slowly
and occasionally looking at the clock to see if it was almost time for
Don to be coming home. By the time it was 5:00 she rose and went into
the kitchen. He just wouldn't be getting a special meal tonight, she
thought, ruefully looking into the freezer compartment of the
refrigerator, and withdrawing two TV dinners. While they were thawing
in the oven she went into her room and put on a lounging robe that she
knew Don particularly liked. Then after brushing her black curls into
place on her shoulders, she went down the hall to see how the children
were. They seemed to be awfully quiet.

She knocked on Rick's door and after a few seconds, his groggy voice
replied, "Ye ... es?"

"It's mother, Rick, how are you feeling ...?"

"Oh, I was sound asleep ... so is MaryAnn ..." came the answer.

"Oh, well, I won't bother you then ... I just wanted to see if you'd be
wanting dinner ..."

"No thanks, Mom ..."

"All right ... get some rest then," she replied, turning from the door,
without bothering to open it. As her footsteps echoed down the hall,
MaryAnn returned to her brother's bed from the bathroom where she had
hidden at the first knock. Her nude young body slipped quickly beneath
the sheets beside her brother, and she was delighted to feel his cock
rising against her leg, thick and strong again, after their last
lovemaking.

"Darling," she sighed, lowering her hand to caress its warmth.

"Shall we do another page of the book," Rick whispered, reaching under
the pillow and withdrawing the now dog-eared pamphlet.

* * *

The next morning as the sun streamed in through the window Laura
declared she felt ill, and didn't get up to fix Don's breakfast. She
had been surprised the evening before to find when her new husband
returned from work, that instead of having softened and apologized to
her for that morning's argument, he seemed more determined than ever to
discuss the matter of the children with her. The frustrating discussion
had gone on until they were both ready for bed, and once under the
covers, Laura waited for him to reach out for her. Instead, he said,
"I'll handle the situation myself from now on ... if you want to know
the truth ... you're a lousy mother!"

Now, still in bed, the slam of the front door, and Don's parting words
still in her ears, she fried to control her irrepressible tears.

"Don't bother to make dinner," he'd said, "I'm picking Rick and MaryAnn
up from school this afternoon ... and we'll eat out and take in a
movie!"

It had been the first night since their wedding that they hadn't made
love, and Laura felt overwhelmed by the implications of this depressing
fact. The beautiful dream she'd created of her marriage seemed to be
bursting before her very eyes like a giant soap bubble.

* * *

Don felt very unsure of himself as he left work early to go pick up his
stepchildren. He regretted having been so blunt with Laura, but it
really seemed the only way he could get through to her sometimes ...
and even now, he was certain that she didn't understand a word of what
he was saying. Doubts plagued him about the wisdom of his decision ...
maybe Laura was right after all, and he should just let the whole thing
drop ... but on the other hand, the memory of the kid's faces as they
demanded answers to their questions that night at dinner haunted him,
and made him hold firm. They needed some kind of guiding hand all right
... there was no doubt about that. Otherwise one day he and Laura might
have real trouble on their hands. Better to nip the whole thing in the
bud! As the idiomatic phrase ran through his brain, for some reason Don
visualized the twin young buds of his young stepdaughter's breasts, as
they had presented themselves to him three quarters bare across the
table at Il Faro's. She was going to have some build when she was fully
grown, considering that she was only fourteen now!

He tried to dismiss the thought from his head as he approached the
school, but he started wondering again about just how much experience
MaryAnn had had ... was she seeing boys? He recalled the odd pressure
on his knee the other night at the restaurant, and although his mind
told him it had to have been a mistake, his dormant penis leapt to
semi-erect state.

Don was sure that it was because he had gone a night without making
love to his wife's lusciously responsive body. His own body had grown
accustomed to the luxury of their daily lovemaking, and he was
surprised at how much he felt its lack.

As he arrived at the school block he saw hundreds of children of
various ages swarming around, and he drove slowly looking for his. He
had knocked on their doors that morning telling them first that they'd
better get to school that day no matter how they felt, and second, that
he was going to pick them up afterwards. Now, after several minutes had
passed and still he didn't see them, Don worried that his invitation
had sounded more like some kind of punishment than anything else.
Suppose they just didn't bother to show up!

Just as he was getting ready to drive off, the side door of the Chevy
opened and a sultry young voice inquired, "Looking for me, handsome?"

He jumped and turned to see MaryAnn getting into the car beside him.

"Where is your brother?" he inquired, looking around.

"Oh, Rick has track practice and he was sure you wouldn't mind just
taking me out anyway. They're finishing up the season ... you know only
a few more weeks of school before vacation." MaryAnn adjusted her short
miniskirt across her thighs and reclined against the car seat.

"Oh ..." Don answered. This wasn't quite what he'd had in mind, but he
supposed there was no reason why he couldn't try to make friends with
MaryAnn by herself.

"Well, where would you like to go for dinner?" he asked, starting up
the car. "And I thought we might take in a movie after ... would you
like that?"

MaryAnn looked sideways at her stepfather. He really wasn't bad, she
thought ... and a movie would be fun ... she knew just the one she
wanted to see! She was prepared to enjoy herself. Something about her
newly acquired womanly status made her feel very sure of herself, very
superior. Now she really knew what it was all about, and her sweet
young genitals reminded her almost constantly of their most recent
plunder by sending little sparkles shooting through her from time to
time. She gazed out the window as they headed for her favorite Chinese
restaurant and thought lovingly of her brother, and of his expanding
knowledge of her body and its secret pleasures.

As she and her new father walked into the restaurant, she was sure that
the people who turned to watch them walk past thought they were lovers,
and she giggled at the thought. When they sat down and Don asked her
why she'd giggled, she told him, and he said, "Don't be silly ...
you're just a child!" He almost bit his tongue after he said it ... why
he was beginning to sound just like Laura, for crissakes! Why was he
always letting MaryAnn get the better of him? Obviously, she wasn't
quite the child either he or Laura thought she was, as he gleaned from
her answer. Batting her long silken eyelashes as she had seen her
mother do, she replied.

"I'm not a child, Daddy," she called him for the first time, "... I'm a
woman. Can't you tell?"

"Fine ..." Don answered gruffly. "Now what do you want to eat?"

MaryAnn smiled calmly to herself and glancing at the menu, started to
order.

* * *

It was pitch dark by the time they reached the movie theater and Don
was glad. He felt somehow safer in the dark with his young charge. And
what a charge she was!

He couldn't quite believe what had gone on under the table of the
Chinese restaurant, but his earlier suspicions had been definitely
confirmed. MaryAnn had taken every opportunity to brush her knees
against him, and once she had even dropped her fork and bent low to
pick it up, letting her fingers trace a few inches up his pants leg. He
still felt a little shaky about the whole thing, and didn't even bother
looking at the billboard outside the theater to see what movie it was
that MaryAnn had insisted upon seeing. He noticed that she nodded to
the ticket taker who seemed to know her and also noted that the same
fellow gave him a very curious look.

But once they were inside the large movie theater, he was caught up in
the coming attractions that were flashing on the screen, and looking
forward to munching the candy and popcorn he and MaryAnn had bought, he
pushed all the embarrassing events of the early evening to the back of
his mind. A great picture was coming next, one that he was sure his
wife would like to see and made a mental note to mention it to her. He
settled into the comfortable seat that reclined slightly under his
weight and resolved to make up with Laura that very evening. It was too
lonely being angry with her.

It was just possible that he was exaggerating things anyway ... maybe
the way MaryAnn and her brother were reacting was normal for their
ages. He'd have to get a book on adolescents and find out. Meanwhile,
he intended to try to relax and enjoy the movie.

MaryAnn began munching on her popcorn. This was her favorite movie
theater ... the one she always came to, where they thought she was over
sixteen. She recalled how a couple of times men had sat down next to
her during the movies and started to push their legs annoyingly against
her thighs. She had always jumped right up and changed her seat. It was
funny, she thought, to be here for the first time with someone else. A
cartoon came on, and she impatiently waited for it to end, the main
feature being a film of special interest to her. She had already seen
it twice, and now she was very interested to see her new stepfather's
reaction to certain scenes. She wasn't quite sure why it was happening,
but she was feeling very strange tinglings whenever she looked at Don.
After all, she had actually seen him making love to her mother and
heard the incredible things he made her feel. Now that she had had such
delightful experiences with her brother, she found it hard to stop
imagining what it would be like to be made love to by a grown man ...
by her own Daddy!

KISS MY YELLOW FLOWER

The title of the movie scrawled over the screen beneath its original
Swedish name and then superimposed over a woman's naked belly and navel
came the credits.

While Don watched, in astonishment, the oversized shot of the woman's
stomach began to twist and turn slowly beneath the changing credits.

"What kind of movie is this anyway?" he thought ... but before he could
even complete the thought, the answer was clear, for the camera moved
upwards on the woman's lean and lovely torso until it panned fully upon
her firmly pointed breasts. Two enormous nipples stared out from the
screen in full Technicolor and as the credits slowly disappeared from
the wide screen, two black hands reached out from behind the woman's
body and grabbed a full rounded white breast in each palm.

Don jumped and was visibly disturbed. He looked around him sheepishly,
wondering what people would think of him for bringing his young
stepdaughter to such a movie. But all eyes were riveted to the screen
and no one seemed the least bit interested in what was going on around
them. Don turned uneasily to MaryAnn.

"Uh ... MaryAnn ... this is no kind of movie for you to see ... I ...
uh ... think we'd better leave ..."

"Don't be silly ..." MaryAnn chastised him. "I've seen this movie a
thousand times ... besides, I think you'll like it!" she said, her
mouth full of popcorn as she lightly let her hand fall upon Don's arm
as she spoke.

Don was shocked to feel a violent tremor traverse his body at his
stepdaughter's touch. Startled into silence, he turned once more back
to the screen. The actors were speaking slow dreamlike sentences in
Swedish and the English subtitles were imprinted below the images of
the integrated couple. But the words had little importance, for what
was transpiring on the screen was of such a nature that Don could
hardly tear his eyes away.

The huge black man and the petite young Swedish girl were now shown in
their entirety. Both were completely nude and both completely beautiful
representatives of their races. Together they formed an incredibly
erotic tableau of black and white, their bodies molding together in a
sensual pattern that at first glance seemed purely abstract, until it
was clear that the two were interlaced, he enormously tall and proud;
she small and shy, although voluptuously formed.

The two kissed, their bodies sliding close together in a standing
position and Don watched the black man's hands move slowly up and down
over the girl's slender back, his fingers playing an imaginary keyboard
upon her naked flesh. When he cupped the blonde girl's tender pink
buttocks up in his large black hands, Don gasped to see, for the first
time on the screen, the black man's enormous penis jump, bulking
upwards between him and the girl, moving against her flat white belly,
growing in size as he ground her closer still towards his muscular
body.

God it was big! Every bit as big as his imagination had always told him
a black man's penis might be ... although he knew that stereotypes were
silly. Still, it was clear that like white men, at least some of these
dark-skinned men had cocks of tremendous girth!

His own cock began to stir between his legs and he could feel his balls
contracting slightly, the way they always did when he was getting
excited. Meanwhile, on the screen, the two beautiful people were
rubbing persistently against each other, and from time to time, the
man's dark purplish cock would slip sideways, giving the camera and the
movie audience the full benefit of its large bulbous head, already
shiny with moisture, the tip apparently a good six inches in
circumference.

Slowly, almost imperceptibly, while still mouthing the unintelligible
words, the two were making their way back towards a large double bed
that was in the background. Don looked down at the subtitles.
Unbelievable, they were discussing politics! His eyes returned to their
undulating bodies, now shot from above, the girls small hand clung to
the large fleshy pole of her dark lover's penis as she pulled him along
toward the bed, a radiant smile upon her lovely face.

Then they were on the bed, the girl's face filling the screen, her
blond hair fanning out over the pillow ... her eyes fluttering, the
pupils a deep blue, wavering ... then a long sigh ... and they rolled
back up into her head.

WHAT THE DEVIL WAS GOING ON? Then she spoke the subtitles read: "Oh,
yes, Abdul with your hand ... I always love your hand."

There were more sighs and the girl's expression became almost angelic,
her sighs turning to hums and she moved her head back and forth, her
eyes now ecstatically closed.

Don's cock was a rock! He was sweating like hell, although the theater
was air-conditioned. Suddenly, he remembered that MaryAnn, his
fourteen-year-old stepdaughter, was sitting there right next to him,
watching this too! He turned to her and noticed first that her hand was
still resting on his arm. He was about to speak, but he saw to his
astonishment that his stepdaughter's expression was almost identical to
the young girl's on the screen. She seemed to be in a hypnotic trance,
watching the lewd film ... and what was more, Don thought, it was not
the first time she'd seen it! In the dark, her pert young features were
illuminated by the color from the screen. Her face ... so like her
mother's ... was alternately dark, alternately light and Don found
himself staring at her, mesmerized by her youthful beauty. His prick
jerked inside his shorts, and he realized that MaryAnn's hand was
moving along his arm. Her small fingers clutched at his arm, and she
gave a little moan. Don looked back at the screen.

The giant black cock in all its glory filled the front wall of the
theater, hovering close to something ... what was it ... a long white
... THIGH! It touched the soft flesh, moving upward ... and then tiny
fingers ... pink and delicate; came down circled around it, unable to
encompass its enormous girth, guiding it tugging down on the thickness
of the foreskin

Don found himself visualizing MaryAnn's hand ... only it wasn't a hard
ebony cock it was holding ... it was his own still rising prick that
now throbbed painfully against his leg.

MaryAnn suddenly turned to him.

"It's a hot one, isn't it?" she asked coyly and when he looked at her,
she suddenly wet her lips with her tongue and bringing her young face
brazenly close to his, kissed him full upon the lips.

Don's brain whirled as he sat stunned, feeling her hand clutching at
his arm and now moving up and down along it. Her kiss remained on his
lips, burning there exactly as if her lips were still touching his.
Then he felt it. Her hand dropped teasingly to his leg ... wild tremors
raced through him and his long thick shaft pulsed eagerly. He made a
small grunting noise. He couldn't let this go on ... no this was ...
good God! ... this was wrong ... what was wrong with him, anyway?

On the screen, the wide open moist blond split appeared, pink and
fleshy, framed with softly curled hair ... only to be covered by a dark
shadow and then the actual object of the black man's trembling cock. It
just lay there upon the Swedish girl's body, covering her sweet young
cunt, not entering it, not moving. It was almost too much, to take!

And still Don made no move to remove MaryAnn's hand from his leg. The
little fingers were crawling now ... crawling upwards ... unmistakably
toward his helplessly throbbing loins.

"OH, GOD; FORGIVE ME!" Don thought. "I CAN'T STOP HER ... I JUST
CAN'T!"

Strange images wound round in his brain as Don realized for certain
what was about to happen. How had it all started anyway? How had he
found himself in this position? Then MaryAnn's hand was there ...
smoothing along the hard rocklike shaft of his cock where it bulged
sideways in his pants. Wild sensations shot through him and it seemed
as though he had never ever been so excited in all his life.

HOW DID SHE KNOW THESE THINGS? THE CHILD WAS ONLY FOURTEEN YEARS
OLD!!!!!

His prick jerked uncontrollably, straining against the small hand that
teased at it and Don gulped, swallowing noisily, feeling as though he
were about to explode from this forbidden torture by his barely
maturing young stepdaughter.

MaryAnn's eyes kept watching the screen but her hands moved along until
she found what they wanted ... her stepfather's rock-hard cock. She
knew somehow that it would be hard and she sighed softly when her
fingers reached its reassuring bulk. When Don didn't stop her, she
smiled, encouraged; and continued, squeezing it beneath the flimsy
fabric of his summer pants and moving her hand up and down. It felt
wonderful! So big! Far bigger than her baby brother's ... and she knew
how good that felt! She squirmed a bit in her seat just thinking about
it, and continued feeling its ever stiffening warmth beneath her boldly
insinuating fingers.

"Oooohhh ..." she sighed. "Oh, Don ... you're turning out to be such a
nice Daddy after all!" She heard her stepfather groan at her words and
then came the satisfaction of feeling his penis surge upward beneath
her trembling hand. It was so wonderful!

Don knew that he was becoming involved in something that would
irrevocably change his life ... and yet he found himself letting it
happen ... it was as if he were watching the entire scene from afar,
too far away to change anything that was happening. When he felt
MaryAnn's sweet young thigh pressing into his, moving sensuously back
and forth, he welcomed it ... welcomed it and even started to encourage
her. He couldn't struggle against what he was feeling any longer.
Almost unconsciously, his hand reached out and made searing contact
with the soft white flesh of his stepdaughter's leg. Her skirt was way
above her knees and a wide area of tempting flesh was exposed to his
hand. She was still eagerly kneading his cock and Don's hand groped
hungrily at her willingly offered silky skin.

His brain whirled. From the screen a low animal-like growl signaled
that the black man was ready to enter his pretty Swedish girl friend.
The entire lewd act could be seen from afar, the camera having pulled
back so as to encompass the entire room. The blonde girl called out his
name and then howled ... a bloodcurdling sound that made MaryAnn grab
hard onto Don's impossibly rigid prick and Don's hand go sliding upward
toward the high unreachable, forbidden spot between the teen-ager's
slightly parted legs.

Suddenly, the black and white film couple were fucking ... right before
Don and MaryAnn's eyes. The black man could be seen pushing and arching
his back, rearing backwards, stabbing forward, letting his long
hardened pole of excited male flesh part the tight clenching little
orifice of the young girl's golden-haired pussy. Although it couldn't
be seen, one could sense the tender, hair-lined lips between her legs
straining, the moist pink dabs of flesh between her voluptuous thighs
moistening, being battered and maneuvered into place as the huge-sized
cock advanced slowly into her waiting cunt.

Don's fingers assumed lives of their own. He was so close ... Oh, God!
... so close to that darling puffy little pussy that he knew lurked up
there between her limply spread thighs.

"Don't let him stop ..." MaryAnn thought. "Oh, let his fingers continue
..." Her tiny cunt felt like a hot jeweled button between her legs and
she could feel her nylon panties getting moist from her excitement.
Tiny ripples of pleasure were running all over her as the large hand on
her naked thigh advanced inch by inch. IT WAS REALLY GOING TO HAPPEN!
Her entire being felt warm and receptive ... womanly and delicious ...
as she knew her first female triumph of seduction. Moving downward ever
so slightly, she let her snugly covered pussy grind up teasingly
against the tips of her conquered stepfather's searching fingers.

Don gasped audibly ... he was stimulated far beyond anything healthy.
He felt his young stepdaughter smooth her hips about ... the warm
little ass lifting upwards off the theater seat so that his hand was
cupped full over her hot young pussy! The ultra-hot skin of her
surrounding thighs parted further and the little mound of her fourteen-
year-old cunt was sliding wetly along his hand. Moisture seeped through
the nylon of her panties to his skin and through the thin fabric he
could feel her flattened pubic hair and the twin mounds of soft flesh
that formed a deep cleft of erotic tissue.

MaryAnn thought she might faint from pleasure. Flushed and excited, she
leaned upward whispering into her stepfather's unbelieving ear.

"I want to call you Daddy all the time ... Please, Don ... can I call
you Daddy?"

Don did not ... in fact, could not answer her. Her budding adolescent
breasts had brushed against his arm and through his sleeve he'd been
able to feel the taut hard nipples. He couldn't stop his wildly
fluttering fingers now. They slid and rubbed against her fuzz-covered
pussy, feeling the hot throbbing of her excited little vagina. He was
sweating profusely as her frenzied fingers still fumbled at his aching
penis.

"Daddy ... Daddy ..." he heard her murmuring. "Don't stop ... oh,
please don't stop!"

The sticky material of her soaking panties had all but disappeared and
it felt as if he was in direct contact with her enticingly spread
genitals, but MaryAnn wanted more. Whispering once more in his burning
ear and once more pressing her breasts into his arm, she implored ...

"Inside, Daddy ... slip your hand under my panties ... do it, please do
it ..."

"Oh, God ..." Don hissed between his teeth as he suddenly felt his
fingers pushing aside the passion-moistened crotch-band and moving in
and under the tight elastic leg band of his teenage stepdaughter's
panties.

"Yes ... Yes ... yeeeeessss ..." he heard her moan as she squirmed
upward so that his finger could get under the clinging skin-tight nylon
material.

Don's breath caught in his throat ... his mouth dry ... his lips
parched. The way her sparse little cunt curls brushed his fingertip was
enough to make him go stark raving mad. Then there was the incredible
moisture ... the youthfully soft slit of her vaginal flanges, tight and
waiting. He moaned to himself, his eyes staring sightlessly at the
screen and then let his invading middle finger worm salaciously upward
through the wet folds of quivering young pussy flesh to the erect nib
of MaryAnn's wildly twitching clitoris.

"MMmmmmmm ... oooohhhh Daddy ... Daaaaady ... oooooohhhhhhh ..." she
crooned in a low whisper, her hot little cunt gyrating about so that
she was fucking herself and he hardly had to move his finger inside the
minuscule arena of her hungrily throbbing pussy.

The young teen-aged girl seemed so hungry for her stepfather's touch
... so anxious ... and finally so relieved when he reached her hidden
secret parts that Don couldn't help thinking to himself ... "... hot
little number ... hot little bitch of a number ..."

But he tried desperately, even while his finger was sliding about over
her heatedly squirming pussy and her hand was insistently fondling the
exterior of the granite shaft of his cock, to remind himself that he
had to stop what was happening ... to stop because she was only a child
... only fourteen ... and what was more she was his own wife's
daughter!

"Oh, Daddy ... inside please ... go inside!"

"No! ... No, MaryAnn I can't... I can't!"

Don whispered urgently, keeping his voice as low as he could, painfully
aware of their public surroundings.

"Yes, Daddy ... yes you can ... Oh, please ... don't you want to do to
me what you do to Mom ... don't you ... you know, we've seen you, Rick
and I ... and we always hear you ... won't you do that to me, too ...
please Daddy..." Once more her lips grazed his cheek and sought his
mouth. The sweet honeyed taste of her tongue thrust in between his
slightly parted lips and urgently, Don's middle finger went worming
slowly upward into the tiny opening of his stepdaughter's vagina. The
tiny orifice clung to his finger damply as MaryAnn's mouth clung to his
... he could feel her tight youthful cunt flesh melting around his
surging finger, feel her breath hot upon his face, her mouth
desperately sucking upon his. Up ... up his finger went, feeling all
her youth and innocence squirming about upon it ... all her pent-up
desire wetting his curving digit as it snaked up slowly, ever and ever
higher. A low growl came from her throat and Don felt her little cunt
contracting and sucking voraciously against his middle finger. Lewd
thoughts ran through his mind ... if he could just get his cock into
that tight little pussy ... if only ... But her sweet soft lips were
caressing his and her face was desire racked and tormented by the
rising plunder between her trembling white thighs.

This is all my fault ... all my fault ... he kept thinking. But then
... 0h, God ... what a sweet little pussy ... oh, Jesus! ... His prick
was about to burst and his finger had suddenly gone as far as it could
go. Lovingly, he let it revolve teasingly around within the moist
confines of his fourteen-year-old stepdaughter's pussy and then push
upward against the straining womb of the half-child.

"... Daddy..." she mumbled softly into his mouth. "... OOOOOHHHHH ...
Daddy ... OOOOOOHHHHHH Daddy ... I'mmmmmm ... ooooohhhhhh ...
yeeeeesssss ... doooooo iiiittt ... ddooooo iiitt ... oooooohhhhh ...
iiii ... looooovve you ... looooooveoooooohhhhhahhhhh ...
yyyyyyeeeeesssssAAAAHHH!!!"

The softly intoned cries of her climaxing agony met her stepfather's
whirling mind like a sharp slap in the face, but a slap that caused no
pain but rather the expanding relief of ecstasy within his tormented
loins.

God, he was cumming too right there in the goddamned movie theater with
people sitting all around them. It was unbelievable ... but he was
cumming too. His finger felt like a greased piston doing its appointed
job in a tightly convulsing glove of wet flesh that it fitted to
perfection. What he was doing seemed for those instants, right and good
... and he knew he was doing it well. She was cumming so deliciously
around his hard middle finger as he pushed the ridges of pink delicate
flesh ever forward and upward into the tight wetness of her excitedly
contracting pussy. Don could feel MaryAnn's thighs quivering and hot
against his hand and as his own orgasm expanded helplessly beneath his
stepdaughter's grasping hand, he let his finger ram up against her
cervix, pinning her effectively to the seat of the movie theater. She
clung to him, whimpering her joy and holding on as though she might go
through the ceiling of the theater if she did not.

They shuddered together for long moments, gradually beginning to hear
the foreign sounds emanating from the screen, gradually separating to
sit once more staring straight ahead of them.

Don looked back at the lewd film. His trousers were wet and he felt
uncomfortably sticky with his own orgastic juices. Slowly he withdrew
his cramped finger from MaryAnn's slippery genitals.

On the screen, the black man and the young Swedish girl were outdoors
and seemed about to join two other young people for a nude swim.

"Come on ..." Don said quickly, grabbing his stepdaughter by the hand.
"Let's get out of here!"



Chapter 6


Rick listened, his eyes becoming round saucers of shock and amazement
as his sister sat opposite him in his room, telling him what she had
made Don do to her in the movie theater.

When she had finally finished the entire story, Rick realized that he
had a raging hard-on. He could hardly contain himself. Far from being
jealous as he would have thought he'd be, he found that the entire
story had stimulated him no end. It opened up all sorts of
possibilities that he had never dreamed possible.

"And then he brought you right home?" he asked ... his eyes sparkling.

"Oh, yes ... he wouldn't even speak to me ... wouldn't touch me!
Dropped me off in front of the house and drove off ... Guess he won't
be home 'til late tonight!"

"Yeah!" Rick replied. "Mom's gonna miss him!"

"I'll bet!" MaryAnn laughed.

"MaryAnn? Do you think ..."

"Do I think what?"

"Do you think that maybe ... maybe I could ... could touch ..."

"Touch what? Who? Rick, will you please say something!"

MaryAnn watched as her brother's face turned scarlet ... and finally he
blurted out,

"... touch Mom the way Don touched you!"

MaryAnn thought for a moment ... and then replied, "Well, maybe ...
maybe I could get Don, I mean Daddy," she quickly corrected, "to
arrange it somehow!" She got up, suddenly excited by the idea and
started removing her short skirt and blouse. Rick sat watching, his
young penis throbbing expectantly.

"Meanwhile, baby brother ..." MaryAnn said smiling and removing her
bra. "Maybe you'd like to practice with me ... even if I am only your
sister!"

The gently pulsating tips of her upcurved breasts approached Rick's
face as MaryAnn slowly and deliberately approached him, her young body
swaying as she walked. Her thumbs hooked against the edge of her
panties and she peeled them down over her rounded young hips and the
whiteness of her thighs as she reached him.

Rick bent low to inhale the gentle fragrance of her light brown, fuzz-
covered pussy and as he did so, he clasped his arms around her small
naked waist and drew the warm, mysterious triangle of his sister's
loins tightly against his face.

* * *

Don finally drove back to the house. He'd been in three bars and had
had twice as many double scotches. His eyes felt bloodshot and he knew
he reeked of whisky as he turned his door key in the lock. He had
seriously considered going elsewhere for the night, but the thought of
a hotel made him certain he would do away with himself in despair and
the only place for him after all was said and done, was home.

All the lights in the living room were off. A bad sign, he thought.
Laura had not even left a waiting lamp for him. Stumbling in the
darkness, he sensed all of their presences in the house ... the child-
woman, MaryAnn ... it made his blood run cold to think of her ... her
brother ... he recalled what she'd said about the two of them watching
him and Laura ... Watching, for Chrissakes! As he reached the door to
his bedroom, he became suddenly absolutely furious with his new wife.

"Laura!" he yelled as he entered the room. "You little cunt! This is
all your fault!"

Laura sat up brusquely in bed, rapidly turning on the bed lamp. Fear
contorted her beautiful face ... fear and surprise. She was the one who
had planned to be angry when her husband finally returned home. Well,
there was no question of that now. None at all! She had never seen him
look like that ... never known him to go out drinking.

"What's wrong?" she asked meekly, cringing back under the covers. She
was alarmed when Don just stood there, wavering on unsteady feet,
glaring at her ominously. She wondered what he was going to do ... and
for the first time since she had known him, she began to think that she
had married a complete stranger. This growling ape standing at the
bedroom door so little resembled the man with whom she'd chosen to
spend the rest of her life that she began to tremble just watching him.

Slamming the door behind him, Don started toward her.

"Don!" she cried. "You've been drinking, you ... you stay away from me
..."

Don fumed, walking still closer. "You idiot! Of course I've been
drinking. I should think that would be perfectly obvious ... even to
someone as blind as you are!"

Tears sprang from Laura's eyes as the words hit her. "Oh, God!" she
thought. "Oh, Dear God!"

Horrified, she saw that Don was removing his clothes. He sat down
heavily on the bed beside her and she moved as far as possible to the
other side. First he kicked off his shoes and then his socks. He stood
and unloosened his belt, letting his pants fall to the floor. Laura
thought she glimpsed a big stain on the front of his shorts, but she
couldn't be sure. The whole scene was so completely unreal ... nothing
seemed normal. As Don pulled his shorts down, Laura was shocked to see
his prick in a state of full erection, the bloated head poised in mid-
air, angry and red as his face.

"You like it, baby?" Don asked lewdly, shaking the swollen cock up and
down with one hand.

Laura's mouth hung open. He had never spoken to her like that before
... never done such a ...

"Well, Daddy's gonna give you a little taste of it ... like you've
never had before!" His words interrupted her thoughts. Completely nude
now, he knelt back on the bed and reached over, roughly pulling the
covers away from her trembling nightgowned form.

"Don ... don't!" she cried, "don't ..." But he was tugging at her new
yellow silk gown, tearing it away from her breasts, revealing their
lushness to his fury.

"I hate yellow!" he bellowed suddenly. "Don't ever let me see you
wearing it again!"

Sobs racked Laura's firm, supple figure as she tried to scramble away
from her husband, but his hands gripped her breasts gruffly, pulling at
them and fumbling at the nipples ... pushing her down until she was
trapped on the bed.

"You bastard! ... you're hurting me ... let me go ... let me go!"

"Shut up! I'm sick of your bullshit!" He screamed back at her. "What
you need is ... is ..." he tried to think of some punishment that would
fit her crimes, but he never finished the sentence.

"But what have I done? Don! What have I done????" she cried, still
trying to stop his kneading hands as they tore at her voluptuous
breasts.

"It's not what you've done ..." Don replied. It's what you haven't
done! Now ... turn over!"

"What?!"

"Turn over, I said!" He flipped her over, pulling part of the sheet
with her and when she lay crying beside him on her stomach, he watched
the rise and fall of her white quivering buttocks as they shook with
each trembling breath she took. He pulled away the sheet and then the
still-clinging fabric of her yellow gown where it was bunched around
her waist.

His wife's gleaming cream colored skin appeared in its full nudity, the
well-rounded softness of her buttocks staring defenselessly back at
him. Her exquisite beauty maddened him tonight and he could only think
of ways to humiliate her ... to torment her. His cock ached dully and
he felt prey to a horrid kind of desire that no normal loving could
cure.

He thought of beating her, but that wasn't the answer. Then, as he
continued to observe her helplessly wavering ass cheeks, he had a
sudden inspiration and reaching over, with his thumbs pressing outward,
he spread the full white globes. Leaning over, he peered inside the
warm deep crevice of his wife's nakedly trembling buttocks.

"What are you doing?" Laura started to say, but she felt his hand on
the back of her head and found her face suddenly pushed down hard into
the mattress, and afraid of what he might do to her, she abruptly
stopped talking.

With growing panic, she felt him begin to probe inside her now
widespread buttocks. His fingers were roaming over the open split,
teasing and exploring. He had never touched her there before. Her dazed
mind sensed in horror that he was going to make her submit to some kind
of horrible indignity, and even as she realized it, his middle finger
was pressing experimentally at her tiny puckered anus, spreading it,
teasing it ... and then suddenly, painfully, it popped up to the first
knuckle into the tight virgin hole.

"Aaaaarrrggggg ..." she cried out. "NNOOO ... Don ... Oh, God ...
NNNOOOOOOOO!!!"

"What you need is a good straightening out ... you like to wag your
little ass around, don't you? Well, wag it like a good little girl for
me now!" Don knew his words weren't making much sense, but he was
getting so much pleasure from them and from the sight of his wife
squirming on the end of his finger, her firm, well-curved ass trembling
helplessly upward at him, that he smiled with diabolical glee.

Savagely, he wormed his finger in further, feeling the tight little
hole expand unwillingly at the forced pressure. Laura winced in pain
and cried out again, but it only caused him to move his finger around
still more within the dark, defensively clenching confines of her
virgin rectum. The rubbery outer lips gave a little beneath his
prodding and encouraged, Don stuck in another finger.

"AAAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGG!!!!!!!"

Laura screamed again and again, desperately trying to get away from the
maniac she'd married. But Don pinned her back down to the bed with his
other hand pressed into her back and continued his attack. He
maneuvered around so that he was kneeling back between her legs,
looking directly down into the widespread area of her rectum.

"Please stop ... oh ... oh ... oh ... please ... please stop ..." She
was crying now. She had never felt such pain ... such humiliation.

Her entire backside spread open like that ... and him looking in ...
his fingers working at her secret feminine flesh ... it was so awful!
She could feel the air blowing across her normally tightly protected
rectal channel and the strange intrusion of Don's fingers was the most
unnatural thing she'd ever felt.

"Kneel up!" Don commanded.

His words sounded obscenely in her ears and at first, she could not
respond.

"I said KNEEL UP!" he shouted, ramming his two fingers hard into her
already aching anal passage.

The sharp pain stunned her, but somehow she hoped that by obeying him
she would end her torment faster. Perhaps if she changed her position,
it wouldn't hurt so much. Obediently, and on shaky knees, she lifted
herself up, presenting him with the wide-stretched moons of her
buttocks as she rested her hot flushed face upon the perspiration
soaked sheet. She kneeled there panting like a trapped animal. It did
hurt less like this, she realized and for some reason his fingers
remained still for a moment. Then, oddly, his fingers were moving
backward ... out! Her still clenching rectum closed up again behind
their withdrawal and she could feel pure blissful relief all along her
rectal passage. Slowly ... slowly they moved and then they were
completely out. A small popping noise accompanied their exit and Laura
was surprised to feel a weird kind of pleasure back there ... totally
different from anything else she'd known. There was something about her
position that was causing it ... something about her buttocks being
spread lewdly open like that ... the curly tendrils of her pussy were
also being spread apart by her almost obscene kneeling position and she
felt exposed ... completely exposed and at the mercy of whatever her
husband might do to her next.

Surprisingly, she wanted him to make love to her. Funny little thrills
were racing along her spine and her fear seemed to be making her
excited! She was conscious of the fact that Don could really do
anything he wanted to her now ... even kill her if he wanted to! The
thought of his superior strength sent a perverse shiver from the tips
of her toes up to the nape of her neck. In spite of everything, a
growing desire for her husband was sprouting in the pit of her stomach.
Her tense vagina felt open and empty and she longed to feel his
hardened cock entering her from behind. Oh, God, she wished he would
take her now!

Timidly she whispered, "Oh, Don ... darling ... take me ... take me
..." She felt her husband's body approach hers and she invitingly
rotated her white trembling behind around a little in lewd
encouragement. His huge rock-hard cock grazed the naked flesh of her
buttocks and she felt a giant tremor of lust in her loins.

"Ooooooh!" she groaned out into the bed below.

"Bitch!" Don yelled. "Take it in your hand!"

Obediently, his new wife's hand reached back behind herself and she
enclosed the long pole of his penis in her palm. GOD; IT WAS BIG!
Shivering with anticipation, she clung to its girth and tried to
position her pink, already moist pussy so that he could enter her
easily from his kneeling position. To her dismay, he stopped her
quickly.

"Not there! Oh, no! It's not gonna be that easy!"

Laura cringed as she felt her husband move his cock from her hand,
prying her fingers away so that he could put it where he wanted it.
Sheer panic almost blinded her and she clenched her eyes shut as she
felt him place the huge blunt tip of it against the tight hairless
opening of her rectum.

Don leaned back so that he could watch his cock going in. He observed
it as it took up a big place in the soft yielding crevice, worming its
way into the tightness of her anus. He could hear her pleading
desperately beneath him, but it didn't matter. Her ballooning buttocks
remained perfectly positioned for his cock, submissively pointed
skyward while he strained hard against the tiny, tightly resisting
nether ring. It seemed as though it wouldn't go in. Laura was
whimpering and moaning now and he was getting impatient. His balls
ached and his cock was tingling. Suddenly he pushed with all the
strength he could muster and like a huge battering ram, the thick,
bloated prick surged forward, the red, swollen head popping inside her
clenching anus with a sudden, brutal thrust.

"AAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGG!!!!!" Laura screamed, the sudden entry into her
virgin passage of such an enormous instrument caused searing flashes of
white to form behind her tightly closed lids. The pain was astounding
... she couldn't remember what it felt like not to feel pain. It was
everywhere inside her ... all around her ... an integral part of her.

The burning passage of her anus felt stuffed and torn, and she knew
that she would never be the same back there. Hatred welled up in her
for what her husband was doing to her ... he was ruining her for life!

Above her, Don moaned in ecstasy, letting his giant cock sink all the
way in until the flat surface of his hard belly smacked against the
bulging moons of his wife's hopelessly impaled buttocks. As he went
further and further into her, Laura groaned louder and louder, gasping
for breath as though it were blocking her wind passage. Don closed his
eyes and abandoned himself to the luxurious feel of her tight clamping
nether lips, rippling in rhythmic convolutions around his hard, driving
prick. It felt incredible! He began to saw mercilessly into the soft,
gently throbbing regions of her defenseless anal canal.

As the plunder of her abused rectum continued, Laura felt the pain ease
a little. It wasn't much at first, but it helped. The white searing
flashes were gone and then as she heard her husband's moans of pleasure
behind her and grew more accustomed to the odd slapping of his stomach
against her buttocks and the strangeness of his invading rod sunk deep
in her anus, that other sensation began to return. That strange kind of
pleasure that seems to grow out of pain! It was a dull pleasure ... a
different pleasure. There was something obscene about it ... it reached
different nerve endings from those she was used to. And then again ...
something about her very helplessness served to make her feel another
surge of masochistic pleasure. Don was obviously punishing her for
something ... something she did not understand ... but nevertheless, to
her distorted mind, it seemed that she might need punishing! If only
for this new lust she was beginning to feel ... if only for beginning
to enjoy her punishment!

"OOHHHOOOOOHHHHHH!!!" she gasped, feeling the tiny rippling waves of
excitement start to overcome her. Absurdly, she began to move backward
to meet his forward thrust ... the wiggle of her ass upward to greet
his powerfully working loins.

"Aaaaahhh! AAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!" she sighed as the sensuous thrills
expanded from her abused anal tunnel to every part of her now totally
submissive body. She knew it was wrong, and knowing this made her enjoy
it all the more ... in fact, every time she visualized herself as
someone else might see her, kneeling like this, being sodomized by a
hardened male cock, she felt an undeniable surge of pure passion. She
felt as though she was truly his--his willing slave!

Pounding furiously into her, Don felt exhilarated by his dominant
position. He heard the change in her cries and realized what was
happening. Feeling hot flashes of desire spiraling through his driving
penis, he pushed it deeper into her anus and left it there a moment,
then wormed it around and around in her back passage by grinding his
hips back and forth and up and down. Her cries of mixed pain and
pleasure were mournful and ecstatic. He pulled almost all the way out,
leaving only the gigantic head buried within the tight elastic opening,
paused a second, only to plunge into her to the hilt in one long
agonizingly slow stroke. His balls slapped up against her exposed
pussy, alive with sperm. He knew he couldn't last much longer ... it
was a miracle he had been able to last this long! Now he quickened his
pace, slipping into her hard and fast, battering against her white
shaking buttocks. His hands dug into her waist, his breath came
haltingly from his open mouth. He could hear her moaning his name and
as he pulled her already widespread cheeks further apart with his
thumbs, she started a low, throaty whining noise that almost sent him
out of his mind.

"OH, FUCK!" he cried out, his cock swollen to undreamed-of proportions,
the thick head pressed hard by his wife's contracting rectum, as her
entire body shivered and quaked. He reached under her and grabbed onto
her dancing swaying breasts, one large mound of flesh fully occupying
each hand.

"Oh, baby ... oh, baby ... oh, yeah ... baby ... YEAH!"

Laura fucked back at her husband with renewed fervor, her untouched
pussy contracting on its own in response to the signals from her
rectum. She was cumming too!

"OH, GOD, DON! OH, IT'S GOOD! SOOOOO GOOOOOOD!!!!!"

Her new husband gasped and gave a mighty thrust into her hotly
clenching depths and his wife's wildly clutching behind responded
hungrily.

His hot thick semen came in wave after gushing wave of unabashed
pleasure as his orgasm climbed to dizzying heights. It seemed as if he
had never cum before. He realized that Laura was collapsing on the bed
beneath him, her body convulsing as though she were having an epileptic
fit. Her anal muscles were climaxing all around his cock, milking and
massaging at it as it had never been massaged before. Tears of delight
sprung to his eyes as he smashed his wife's moaning, twisting body
beneath his, his spending cock still deeply thrust between the gyrating
cheeks of her soft, still gently trembling buttocks. He could feel his
own cum expanding within the tight passage of her bowels doubling back
onto his cock.

It felt warm.

And slippery.

And good.

* * *

Rick and MaryAnn slipped down from the window from which they had
witnessed the sodomizing of their mother.

"Whew," Rick said.

"Whew is right!" MaryAnn echoed.

They started making their way back to Rick's room.

"Do you think I caused all that?" MaryAnn asked.

"Do you want to try it?" Rick asked, ignoring his sister's compliment-
fishing and slipping his hand beneath her skirt, feeling the soft naked
surface of her small rounded buttocks.

MaryAnn shivered.

"If you'll be gentle ..." she whispered, smiling. She was already
thinking of her next meeting with her stepfather ... what fun that was
going to be!



Chapter 7


The next day was Saturday, and fortunately for the entire family, no
one had to get up early. Rick and his older sister lay enveloped in
each other's arms, dreams of their new exciting adventures and
discoveries rippling through their heads as they slept. They always
kept both their doors locked now to guard against unwanted intrusions,
so they slept peacefully until the sun came streaming in through the
bedroom window.

When MaryAnn awoke, her bottom still felt a little funny. Her little
brother had been as gentle as possible, but it had hurt at first, all
the same. Nevertheless, she was pleased to be able to add a new notch
to the mental tote board of her womanhood. And as she climbed out of
bed, leaving her sleepy brother, she enjoyed the dull sensation of pain
back there as she walked to the bathroom to shower. Things were going
to beautifully. Why, a few months ago she had been complaining that it
would be years before she would know the complete joys of being a woman
and now she knew most all of them!

"Almost!" she answered her reflection in the mirror. "Almost, but not
quite!"

* * *

Laura woke up late feeling a similar dull throbbing pain between the
now bruised and tender cheeks of her naked buttocks. She awoke to find
herself in almost the same position she'd been in the night before. She
was lying sprawled on her stomach, her legs widespread behind her. When
she looked up with a start, she saw that her husband was still asleep,
snoring loudly right next to her.

"God, he looks a mess!"

Laura sat up and stretched her long slender arms, recalling with mixed
pleasure the events of the previous evening. What had gotten into Don,
anyway? she wondered. What had made him behave that way? She struggled
mentally about what attitude she ought to take with him ... should she
be angry ... or more in keeping with the lingering sensual fulfillment
she was feeling, ought she to be loving and forgiving? After all, she
thought as she rose to go brush her teeth, he made me feel things I've
never dreamed of feeling ... perhaps this is just a broadening of our
relationship. She was still puzzled though and finally decided to play
it by ear. She would see how her husband felt when he woke up!
Meanwhile, humming to herself, she took a quick bubble bath and donning
a blue house-dress, went out to prepare breakfast.

She was surprised to see MaryAnn come down to breakfast, her hair
neatly brushed and wearing a well becoming dress.

"Well, young lady ... you seem to be wearing skirts more and more these
days ... what's happening?"

MaryAnn sat down at the table.

"Oh ... got tired of pants ..." she replied casually.

"I see ..." Would she ever understand kids, Laura wondered. "Is your
brother coming out for breakfast, or don't you know?"

"Oh, sure ... he'll be out in a minute ... What are you making this
morning? Eggs a la Arabian Nights?"

"You watch your fresh tongue, young lady!" Laura retorted, blushing a
pale crimson. "We're having French toast."

"Oh, one of Dad's favorite dishes!" MaryAnn replied, gulping down her
orange juice.

Laura stopped what she was doing. Had she heard correctly? Had her
rambunctious daughter called Don "Dad" for the first time? She decided
not to say anything ... but she felt a rush of delight that Don had
finally gotten through to her ... perhaps everything was going to be
all right after all!

MaryAnn sat watching her mother go through this series of thoughts. She
looks good this morning, she thought, considering what she went through
last night! She observed how her mother bustled happily into the
bedroom, temporarily suspending the first batch of French Toast.

"Good!" she thought gleefully. "She's gonna get ol' Dad up!"

Laura stood over her husband, looking tenderly down at him. Poor dear,
she thought ... he must have been out celebrating his nice evening with
the kids. I'll just have to caution him about drinking so much! She
bent over and kissed him gently on the lips.

In Don's dream, MaryAnn's legs were spread wide over him and her juicy
little pussy approached his lips, brushing them with the delicate fuzz
of her cuntal mound. He pushed his tongue out, reaching for the tender
cleft of her baby cunt

"Wha--what!" he woke with a start as his wife's tongue responded to his
probe. Instantly, he was aware of everything that had happened ...
everything! Guilt consumed him, overwhelming him like a dark gray
cloak. He could hardly look Laura in the eye.

"Time for breakfast, darling," she said sweetly unaware, and turned and
swept gracefully out of the room.

Half an hour later, after several more calls into the shower, Don
appeared at the breakfast table looking haggard and pale. To his
horror, MaryAnn sat beaming up at him, looking absolutely adorable in a
short pink print dress. Her brother too, sat opposite her, staring at
him curiously. To top it all off, Laura, who had been withholding the
French toast until his arrival, began to chatter on about how pleased
she was that her "little family" was getting on so well.

Don groaned as he pressed his palm to his thudding forehead and sat
down. He wasn't able to get down his first gulp of coffee before he
felt an insistent hand on his knee. He almost sent the hot coffee
spattering across the table but caught it just in time.

"Careful, Daddy," MaryAnn cautioned, cutting into her toast. "You'll
burn yourself!"

* * *

That evening, Don decided to take Laura out to dinner rather than face
another family meal ... for he was convinced that from then on his
pretty stepdaughter would not miss a meal as long as she knew he would
be there. He lay in bed listening to the sounds of Laura getting ready
in the bathroom. Breakfast had been far worse than he would have been
able to imagine. The worst part being that he had found himself
responding so violently to MaryAnn's touches under the table that he
thought he'd jump up and fuck her silly right there in front of
everyone! The fact that he could even imagine such a perverted fantasy
had shaken him to the marrow ... and now, as he lay thinking about it,
he began to wonder if he should consider consulting a psychiatrist.

Laura came out of the bathroom wearing something frivolous and
turquoise. She smiled at him and Don felt his stomach turn into a tight
knot of anger. Somehow he couldn't get over the idea that it was her
fault ... if only she were more observant ... cared more about the kids
... thought more about the important things instead of frivolities!
God, where was her brain! She had always seemed an intelligent woman
before they married ... but her wits seemed to have left her the minute
she said, "I do"!

"Aren't you going to get dressed?" she asked.

"Yes, damn it!" he growled.

He watched tears come to her mascaraed eyes.

"Well, if you don't want to go, darling, we don't have to. You're the
one who said ..."

"I know ... I know ..." Don grumbled and sat up. "Well, don't stand
there watching me like a hawk ... go out into the living room ... watch
the news while I get ready!"

Laura turned and ran from the room and Don felt like kicking himself.
He walked slowly toward the chest of drawers that contained his shirts
and underwear and as he was picking out fresh clothes to wear, he heard
a tapping sound. Looking around, he realized it was coming from the
window ... and for the first time since she'd said it, Don thought
about where the kids had been when they were watching! Feeling trapped
and panicky, he covered his exposed genitals with a pair of shorts and
dashed toward the window. Sure enough, there was MaryAnn, her angelic
features distorted by her pressing against the windowpane.

"Open up!" she mouthed.

Shaking with anger, Don threw up the window.

"What do you want?" he almost shouted.

"Shhhh ..." MaryAnn whispered. "I just wanted to tell you that I'll be
in my room tonight waiting for you."

"You must be out of your mind ..." Don blurted.

"Don't you think we ought to discuss ... what happened? It doesn't
matter if it's late ... you and Mom have a good time and after ...
we'll talk." With that, she disappeared from sight and Don heard the
sound of light footsteps running back around the other side of the
house. He stood there for a second and then looked out the window.
Peering down at the ground he saw a worn spot where several pairs of
sneakers had stood on several occasions. Cursing and muttering to
himself, he slammed the window back down, resolving to have it boarded
up or at least frosted the very next day. He hurried into his shorts, a
T-shirt, and with shaky fingers, buttoned up a shirt. When finally he
was ready, he tried to make his harried mind a complete blank and
stepped into the living room.

Laura was sitting in front of the TV. He was surprised to see that she
had followed his orders to the letter. She was watching the news!

* * *

Over a quiet dinner, Don tried being kind, but it took a great effort
on his part. Everything annoyed him, from Laura's hair to the steak.
When finally the check came, he breathed a sigh of relief and threw
fifteen dollars down on the table. As they drove home, he knew that
Laura was unhappy, but there wasn't much he felt he could do about it.

At home, Laura creamed her face before her mirror and observed her
husband as he paced nervously behind her. She was afraid to say
anything.

"Listen, honey," Don finally said. "I've got some thinking to do about
work ... do you mind if I go out for a while and get some fresh air?"

"Why, no, darling," Laura replied, pleased that at least he had asked.
And as Don turned and walked out the door, she wondered if when he
returned that night would he be in a state similar to the night before.
In spite of herself, a delicious thrill passed through her loins at the
thought of the submissive torment she had suffered and enjoyed.

* * *

When Don returned to the house, he had spent the better part of an hour
at the corner tavern, a dump that he ordinarily never even glanced at
twice. Tonight though, it had looked appealing and there he'd consumed
several stiff drinks before he felt himself able to return home. He had
not come up with any solution to this problem, but had decided that it
might be best to talk to his young stepdaughter after all. Perhaps he
would be able to reason with her, to convince her of the sheer folly of
her actions.

He tiptoed through the living room and then through the hall leading to
the children's rooms. His head whirling with alcohol, he stopped in
front of MaryAnn's door. A light shone from beneath it and he wondered
if she really was still awake. He hesitated and then knocked lightly,
wishing afterwards that he hadn't. When there was no answer, he turned
and breathing a sigh of relief, started down the hall. But before he
had gone two steps, a small voice called after him.

"... Daddy? ..."

MaryAnn cracked the door and beckoned him inside. With a hollow feeling
in his belly, Don went in. It was still a little girl's room with
frills and lace and a few dolls thrown in the corner. Don looked around
him curiously and as the door closed behind him, his heart started
beating so loud he thought sure that she could hear it too. She was
wearing a short, babydoll outfit that just reached the tips of her
womanly shaped thighs. Don gasped as she passed in front of the light
and he realized that he could see her cute little pussy right through
it.

He sat down quickly on a straight backed chair trying to avoid the bed.
MaryAnn hopped onto the bed and Don found himself staring directly into
the naked softness of his stepdaughter's full white thighs. MaryAnn
spread them slightly, exposing the inner pink slit of her vagina framed
by sparse, beginning curls of pubic hair. She sat primly, but for this
one glaring exception and Don wanted to yell at her, to scream for her
to close her legs, but he was only able to stare.

His cock was as hard as a sledge hammer and his mouth had that cottony
feeling again. He could feel the booze racing in his veins and sitting
hard in his stomach. God, he couldn't take his eyes off of the zero
spot between her sweet young legs. There in the soft light, her little
cunt seemed to beckon him on as surely as though it could speak.

"I'm so glad you came, Daddy ..." MaryAnn said nervously. She had been
waiting for hours, only managing to stay awake by rereading the sex
manual from cover to cover. Rick had long since given up and gone to
his room to bed. But now it looked like it was all going to pay off.
"Daddy" was here ... actually here in her room with her. She ran her
tongue over her lips and then spread her thighs a little bit wider.

Don rose silently and approached the bed. Grabbing the young girl by
her shoulders, he started shaking her hard, but MaryAnn let herself go
limp and when he paused for a moment, she arched her body upward,
pressing against him and putting her small pouting lips full upon his.

Her kiss raced through him crazily and his belly and loins flamed up
along with his jerking cock. The frantic words he'd been about to speak
were lost somewhere in space and nothing more existed but the child
whose kiss enraptured his very soul. Slowly she pulled herself
backwards, pulling her stepfather along with her until she was lying
flat on her back and he was half sitting, half lying upon her, his legs
swinging off the bed, his torso crushing down on hers. Realizing what
was happening, he struggled to right himself, pulling away from her
clinging, youthful form. Her long fingers moved along his arm as dazed,
he sat looking down at her. High-tension lines of electricity seemed
strung from his body to hers as he heard her say:

"Don't you want to fuck me?" she asked and without waiting for an
answer pushed him back slightly.

"Look," she offered, lifting her nylon gown and showing him the snug
little mouth of her trembling pussy. She brushed the little lips of
flesh open on each side, exposing the pink inner aperture to his
wondering stare. Inside, her nimble fingers insinuated themselves,
sliding over the tenderest areas.

Don gasped as he viewed the incredible sight of his stepdaughter's
lovely light brown hair-lined pussy. He felt as though he were
strangling.

"Daddy ..." MaryAnn moaned as her fingers toyed with her own swollen
clitoris. "... please, Daddy ... please..."

Don gulped and began ripping off his clothes, throwing them in a
crumpled heap beside the bed. A voice echoed in his head as he
unclothed.

Don't do it ... don't do it ...

But it went unheeded as Don's eyes remained glued to the young girl's
widespread gemlike genitals. She was moaning now and urging him to
hurry and he was lost in the utter beauty of her voluptuous little
body. He sat back on the bed, his cock hard and hot and heavy in its
upright position. Quickly, he removed her nightgown up over her head,
and in an instant, she was nude on the bed before him.

At the sight of her creamy nakedness, her gentle upcurved breasts, the
tiny waist that gave onto fine delicate hips and thighs, and in
between, the working fingers of her own hand manipulating the open
wound of her tiny pussy ... Don knew he was going to fuck her! There
was no question about it. He HAD to fuck her.

MaryAnn's desire-filled eyes looked downward toward her stepfather's
belly and there she saw the full huge looming hulk of his member, red
and angry looking, piercing skyward.

"Oh!" she said, reaching her hand down to touch it. "It's so big! So
big!"

Don was sweating. She was touching his cock, her small hand encircling
it slowly.

"Have you ..." he started. "I mean, have you ever ..."

"Oh, yes ... yes..." MaryAnn assured him, "... now hurry, please ...
hurry ..."

Don pushed his hands down beneath her, and climbing onto the bed,
kneeled between the spread legs. The closer he got to her, the more
beautiful she became. Dizzy, he hung over her, his cock hanging in mid-
air ... then he crushed down onto her body, smashing his mouth onto
hers, feeling her smallness squirm impatiently beneath his weight. He
was ravenously hungry for her as she moved tightly up beneath him, her
arms hugging round his back, her flat naked little belly snuggling
against the rock-hard spear of his penis. Moving downward and panting
hard, he let the tip of his aching cock slide into the velvety moisture
of her tight little vaginal slit, rubbing it up and down along the
short length of it, the enormous mass of his thick pole spreading the
baby cunt lips far apart.

The friction was unbelievable! MaryAnn moaned and groaned beneath her
stepfather's heavy weight, gasping with delight as she felt the
increasing heat in her nubile cunt. Her hips began a steady rotating
motion while her legs slid out sideways and then suddenly jerked up and
clutched around his muscular back.

"Oh, Daddy ... daddy ... I'm ready ... oh, I'm ready for you ..."

Don's heavy cock was resting hard against her nimble body, and now he
let it press up against the narrow aperture of her tender pussy. It was
just too much for him to take ... he couldn't take it any more. He
wedged his hand down between their tightly pressed bodies, circling his
own throbbing cock. His finger measured the tiny opening of the petite
girl's vagina.

"God!" he thought. "I'll never fit!"

"Oh, dear Daddy ... please hurry ... hurry!"

Don groaned as he felt her tiny cunt move eagerly up and down on his
bloated prick. He felt her spreading her thighs apart as far as she
possibly could until he thought she might split in two from the
pressure.

"It's okay if it hurts a little, Daddy ... hurry!" MaryAnn whimpered
fearfully even though her words were brave as she felt her stepfather's
penis was much, much bigger than her brother's. Yet, she couldn't allow
herself the thought that it might not go in. It had to. It just had to.
She strained up against the older man's body, feeling him start to
tense against her. The tender lips around her throbbing vagina resisted
the enormous instrument for a moment and then suddenly, something gave
way, bringing on pain so enormous that MaryAnn's beautiful young face
turned into the pillow and through her contorted features let out a
long low wail.

Agonized by the torture MaryAnn was going through, Don stopped all
movement, holding perfectly still until he was sure she was all right,
only to hear her whisper through clenched teeth: "Don't stop, daddy ...
don't stop now ..."

Maddened by her words, Don surged forward again. This time, his
stepdaughter's minuscule pussy lips spread even further to accommodate
his splitting ramrod.

"Ooooohhhh ... nnnnnnnggggggggg ... AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

Despite her efforts not to cry out, MaryAnn couldn't help herself. She
had never felt such pain. She gasped for breath.

"Oh, honey ... oh, I'm sorry, baby!" Don crooned at her, but the guilt
he felt did not erase the ever-growing lust in his aching loins. Still,
he pushed gently against the warm velvet of her unbelievable tight
cuntal channel. Unexpectedly, the huge blood filled head was making
progress into her naked flesh. His long thick penis slipped forward bit
by bit feeling her moist, quivering furrow squeeze against it. His
heavy veined member was being inundated by the tight snugness of her
exquisite young cunt.

"Oooohhhhh ... OOOOOHHHHHHHH!!!!! OH GOD!!" she cried out, over and
over again. Even though he was inside her, almost halfway in, her tiny
pussy still felt as though it had been ripped to shreds and she had
wanted this so. Automatically, she tried to hide her pain while her
stepdad lay unmoving upon her.

And then, with one massive thrust, the full length of his massive prick
thundered the remaining distance to her waiting womb.

"AAAARRRRRGGGGG!!!!..." MaryAnn screamed out, filled, splitting,
bursting apart. "OH ... OH ... OHOHOHOHOH ..."

Don felt as though he had never fucked before, never known as extreme
pleasure as he was feeling now. He panted heavily as his massive
throbbing penis, moist from his stepdaughter's vaginal secretions,
began to piston into the pink of her sweet little hair-lined cunt. The
tickling hairs of his balls nestled in the crevice of her upturned
buttocks as he sank deeper and deeper into her now unresisting passage.
The ragged edges of her pussy were drawn back with each outstroke and
then when he thrust back into her, they were swallowed up again along
with his piercing organ.

MaryAnn still teetered on the brink between pleasure and pain but the
pleasure side was winning. Suddenly she felt an obscene ecstasy take
hold of her. She was really doing it ... really doing it with Daddy!
She flicked her tongue wildly into her stepfather's mouth, spreading
her thighs still wider, giving him even greater access to her wide-
stretched little cunt.

"Oh, yes, Daddy ... do it like that ... like that ... as hard as you
can ... it's good now sooooo gooooood. YES ... OH, GOD that's it ...
harder HARDER ..."

Don's cock seemed to expand even more as he heard MaryAnn's lewd
encouragement. He answered her urgent requests with equally intense
thrusts, gaining momentum as the rapture of his young ward's lovemaking
enveloped him. Soft mewling noises escaped her throat as his giant
piston continued to widen her clasping cuntal shaft.

MaryAnn screwed herself up tighter onto Don's advancing fleshy rod ...
her cunt nibbling at his penis as though she wanted to devour it. Their
tongues mingled in ecstatic bliss while together their bodies molded to
each other's demands, giving and taking, pushing and pulling. She
writhed incessantly, her face growing more lovely as her passion
increased. Her neck strained and her long straight hair became a
tangled mass as her head tossed to and fro.

Don felt like some ancient pagan god, fucking some tender, nubile young
wood nymph as he rode her budding young body relentlessly.

* * *

From his vantage point, Rick could see quite clearly. He didn't even
bother to hide himself now as he knew that neither his sister or his
stepfather would be looking over toward the connecting bathroom door.
He could see his sister's pink, sparsely bearded little cunt swallowing
up their stepdad's long thick cock, see her tiny puckered little anus
that he himself had explored the night before, spread wide and working
beneath his slapping testicles. He clasped his longing cock in his
hands and downing a surge of jealousy, began to imagine how it would be
when he would be with his mother. Back and forth his foreskin slipped
over his young cock which poked out from his crumpled pajamas. He could
imagine the hot moist walls of his mother's pussy ... imagine his prick
sneaking right up inside her. She would feel like MaryAnn, only better.
She would call out his name and play with his hair. "Rickie ... my
little Rickie," she'd say ... "do it harder ... harder, baby, harder
..."

* * *

"Oh, don't ever stop!" MaryAnn groaned, half witless with desire. New
pinpoints of lust sprouted as her stepfather lifted her buttocks up
higher, playing with the hungrily clenching cheeks of her smooth white
bottom, spreading the cheeks and bringing them back together. Her
breasts were swollen and taut, her belly quivered against his hardness.
The flat planes of his thighs smashed against and between her upraised
cord tensed legs. He adjusted his position, inching ever deeper into
her never-before plundered young depths, the smooth raw flesh of her
pussy showing itself equal to his measure. Through glazed eyes, she
looked at his face, so close to hers with unadulterated love.

With renewed vigor, Don raised up and grabbed her magnificent breasts
in his hands, holding onto them as he fucked like a wild man into her.
Pushing upward higher, he watched her ecstatic expression with dawning
comprehension. He began to run his hands all over her body, feeling
every sensitive area he could--He was intoxicated by her, smitten by
the wonderful girl who had become his daughter!

Rick was about to cum, but he held himself back. He thought he'd never
seen anything so exciting as his sister and stepfather fucking together
like two untamed animals. He had become caught up in their rhythmic
loving and he was convinced that his stepfather's cock and his cock
were one ... and that he could actually feel what he was feeling with
his sister! Each time his stepfather's massive cock slammed home
between his older sister's widespread legs, Rick's hand would come down
hard on his own penis, stretching the foreskin way down until he could
hardly bear it. He leaned against the bathroom door for support,
letting the acutely pleasurable sensations wash over him. He had never
heard MaryAnn utter such low guttural cries and some of the sounds she
was making were almost frightening. But it didn't matter ... it really
didn't matter very much at all because Rick knew it was all a part of a
bigger plan ... a plan that would change his entire life!

Neither Don nor MaryAnn heard Rick's strident cry of release, their
ears were plugged with their own consuming sounds. In their loins
burned such heat that it occurred to Don that they might turn into
nothing but charred cinders if they did not soon complete their
incestuous act. He knew that he couldn't hold out much longer and he
could feel his stepchild clutching, hanging onto him for dear life. He
knew she had been on the verge of slipping away into a climactic orgasm
for some time and now her slim young hands darted behind his driving
buttocks pulling him in maniacal frenzy deeper into her young crevice.

"Daddy ... DADDY!!!" she screamed and Don felt her juices suddenly
flooding around his bursting cock. Groaning with relief, he arched back
and using his thick pole like a blunt cudgel, smacked into her wet
crevice, spurting his long withheld white semen high up into her
hungrily clutching womb.

"AAAAAAAHHHHHH..." MaryAnn's head whirled as the wet walls of her
clasping vagina dilated around his squirting penis, accepting all of
the juices it had to offer with greedy need. She felt herself being
slammed harder down into the crazily squeaking mattress as her
convulsing young pussy soaked up the last remaining star-bursts of
orgasm and then miraculously, she lost consciousness.



Chapter 8


It had been eight days since that incredible night in MaryAnn's room.
Don knew because he had counted them that morning in the office.
Wearily returning home, feeling tired and irritable, he wondered if his
foxy little stepdaughter would refuse herself to him again that night.
For the last two nights, he had gone to her room and they had begun to
make passionate love ... the kind of loving he had come to crave from
her tender childlike body, but she had stopped him always at a most
crucial point ... stopped him and sent him away as though he were some
kind of teenager. The only explanation she would give him was a cryptic
one: "Not until you do what I want you to do!"

He thought about it now as he drove home. It was so humiliating to find
himself at the beck and call of a mere slip of a girl, and yet he was
unable to rid himself of his strange obsession with her youthful
freshness. Everything about her had taken on a magical aura and he had
rapidly learned to sublimate his guilt, but not his desire for her.

As for his wife, Laura ... well, that was going very badly. Right now,
beside him on the seat of the car lay a large bouquet of roses ... an
attempt to apologize to her for the way he'd been treating her. He
pulled into the driveway, trying to block out his brutality with his
wife for the last two nights. He had returned to their bedroom from one
of his supposed walks and having been stirred up beyond the breaking
point by his sensual young stepdaughter, he'd found himself turning
into a madman with Laura!

Two nights in a row it had happened and the funny thing was that Laura
seemed to be responding to him more and more the worse he treated her!
She actually seemed to like it! Nevertheless, this odd fact didn't
condone his behavior, he felt. He must somehow try to control his anger
with his wife! He was beginning to feel like a werewolf!

As he walked into the house, he noticed right away that neither of the
kids was in sight. School had been out for a few days and their
appearances in the house were sporadic at best. Don never knew when he
would catch a glimpse of his darling MaryAnn dashing through the house
on her way to play tennis or wearing a brief, revealing bathing suit on
her way to the beach.

A recently familiar jealousy loomed up inside him as he saw she wasn't
there. He had known she was not a virgin, but what he and the boys used
to call a half-virgin ... a young girl who had had only one or two
experiences. But the idea of anyone else touching her drove him insane
now. Those sweet pert breasts being manipulated by hands other than his
own, the velvet dark tightness of her little ...

"Hello darling!" Laura sang out from the kitchen. There was a wonderful
scent of roasting lamb throughout the house, and Don hoped that for
once his wife had been content to just roast it without any fancy
additions.

"Hello, hon ... here, these are for you!" He handed her the bouquet and
watched her eyes light up as she unrolled the thin tissue paper.

What is it MaryAnn wants me to do? Don asked himself over and over as
he absentmindedly watched his wife looking for a vase. What could it
be? he wondered, even as Laura approached him and pressing her
voluptuous bosom against him, breathed seductively into his ear, "last
night..." she whispered, "you were so ... so wonderful!"

"But Laura, I was brutal ... I ..."

"I know ... but after ... after ... I could forgive you anything for
making such wonderful love!"

The loving I'd intended for your daughter! Don thought ruefully, guilt
returning to his badly bruised psyche.

* * *

It seemed like forever to Don, waiting until it was late enough for
Laura to go to bed. But finally after watching a TV special, she began
to yawn and started off toward the bedroom. He watched her go, and told
her he'd be in after he took a drive around the block. She smiled and
nodded, no longer questioning him, and closed the bedroom door behind
her.

After a few minutes, Don got up and turned the television off. Then he
went to the front door and slammed it, turning and tiptoeing down the
long hall toward MaryAnn's door. He knew he'd be sorely disappointed if
she wasn't there after all, but a sixth sense told him that she was. He
knocked softly at the door, holding his breath until there was a soft
answer.

"Daddy? Come in, darling!"

Nervously, Don entered, recalling the first night he had entered this
now familiar room. To his surprise he found both MaryAnn and her
brother, Rick, sitting completely nude upon the bed. He stammered
something and started to leave, but MaryAnn asked him to stay.

"Stay Daddy, I ... We want to talk to you!"

There was a surreal quality about what was taking place, and Don felt
as though he had fallen down a bottomless pit as he faced the fresh
young nudity of brother and sister. MaryAnn asked him to sit down, and
he did so with a self-consciousness that made him acutely aware of
their burning bright eyes upon him. In particular, he felt Rick's
stare, and although he was but a boy, Don felt that he was being
appraised as one man sizes up another.

To his surprise, when he looked up at them again, he saw that Rick's
hands were fondling MaryAnn's delicately protruding breasts. He
watched, still sure he was dreaming as MaryAnn's hand went down to her
brother's penis, and she stroked it lovingly until it reached a thick
hardness. Don's mind reeled and yet he realized that he wasn't really
very shocked. How could he be? And now the two seemed so natural
together and the sudden realization that MaryAnn had no other lovers
but him and her brother Rick elated him, making him feel as though a
weight had been lifted from his shoulders.

"Come over here, Daddy," MaryAnn cooed, never releasing Rick's
quivering cock from her grasp.

Don moved over toward them, and sat down beside MaryAnn's frail but
exquisitely proportioned body. Before he could speak her lips had
covered his and he could feel his head swimming from the sweetness of
her mouth. It had been two whole nights since he had sampled her
darling little cunt. Why, from where HE SAT, HE COULD SEE IT ... COULD
ALMOST TASTE IT! Automatically his hand went to her breasts, and he
found Rick's hand already there. Flushed with emotion, he started to
pull away, but MaryAnn sighed, "I have two, you know ..."

Don returned his hand to the strawberry tip of her nipple.

"I want to ask you something, Daddy ..." she began. "A favor!" As she
spoke, Don realized that her hand was touching his groin, and she was
starting to stroke his penis slowly and smoothly. It leapt to
attention, quivering beneath his pants.

"What do you want me to do ... tell me!" he gasped.

"Do you want to fuck me ... tonight ... now ... Do you want to fuck me
always?"

"I ... I," he stammered. Her hand was still moving, she was working at
his zipper!

"You know Rick and I fuck together all the time..." she sighed,
squirming a bit as her stepfather's hand manipulated one of her nipples
while her brother's worked the other. "In fact, we just did it!" she
moaned lazily. Her lewd words seemed to bounce off him, as she groped
inside his pants, making his cock grow impossibly rigid. The bare tips
of her fingers ran along the naked pole of his prick and then she was
holding it hot and throbbing in her hand.

"OH, GOD!" he groaned. "Yes, baby, I want to fuck you, yes!"

"Your wonderful cock is sooo big!" she continued. "I think I want to
put it in my mouth. Would you mind Daddy?"

With that, she bent low and licked the trembling tip of his exposed
member, causing him to jerk from the wet contact of her small tongue.

"You could cum in my mouth ... while Rick fucks me!" Her flicking
tongue circled the entire lewd head and then suddenly her mouth opened
wide to swallow the whole circumference of it, as her head moved
downward to force the entire shaft into her throat.

Don's loins were afire. He sat paralyzed by lust, watching the top of
the young girl's head while her full lips engulfed the pulsing rod of
his prick, sucking it deep into the warm, wet cavern of her mouth. A
startling crescendo of sensations whipped through him as he felt his
stepdaughter's warm, saliva-filled cheeks surrounding his rampant cock.
He saw her adjusting herself, swinging her body about so that she was
lying flat out on the bed. Then she knelt up a little, and Rick placed
himself behind her.

When she apparently felt she was in a good position, she pulled her
head upward so that only the smooth rubbery head of her stepfather's
cock was within the confines of her lips. Then suddenly she was bobbing
her head back down, her tongue licking wildly all the way, beginning to
suck ... suck like Don thought an angel might suck ... upon his rock-
hard cock!

Her young plush buttocks were wavering behind her, and Rick was poised
and waiting there, his erect penis in his hands. As if on some hidden
signal, he moved forward, slipping his rod into the widespread orifice
of his sister's pink-red pussy, his young cock speeding upward, pushing
forward with a joyful motion, racing all the way to the end of her
deep, now widely expanded cuntal channel.

Don winced as Rick's belly slapped against MaryAnn's bottom forcing her
open mouth hard down onto his engorged flesh. Garbled noises came from
her throat as she gagged on its mass then wondrously, she was taking it
all in, sucking first soft, then long and hard. He felt that when she
had finished with him there would be nothing left ... nothing at all.
He was being sucked completely dry by his little stepdaughter, while
her brother screwed into her from behind! With a cry of complete
surrender to her ... to them both, he grabbed her head in his sweating,
trembling palms, feeling her silken hair slide beneath his fingers. He
was acutely aware of the turmoil in her loins as his new daughter
pushed her soft white buttocks backward to meet the advances of her
brother's penis. His hard boy's cock was ramming up, making a wet
sluicing noise to match that of his sister's mouth on Don's turgid rod.
Rick's features were distorted, his lips pulled back in an unconscious
grin that gave his entire face an obscene expression that clearly
portrayed his inner emotions.

Then, impossibly, just as Don was at the point of cumming ... that
crucial moment before the moment ... she stopped. Her head bobbed
upward, and supporting herself on her hands, she arched her neck
backward, still receiving the buffeting blows into her flaring young
cunt.

He tried to push her head back down onto his straining cock where it
stood high and dry, suspended in mid-air ... but she was faster than
he. Motioning to her brother behind her, she quickly slipped away from
both of them; only to lie spread-eagled on the floor before them. Don
was peering directly into the streaming orifice that had already that
week afforded him so many delights. Abruptly, he moved to mount her,
kneeling down on the floor between her long, lithe young legs. He knew
that he was no longer in control of himself, but he just didn't care.
He was aware that Rick was watching him, and that his big cock would be
following MaryAnn's brother's in the heavenly baby cunt that lay before
him!

"No ... not yet!" MaryAnn cried out, her voice loud and imperious. "You
must promise ... first you must promise!"

"God, child! Anything ... But I've got to ... got to ..."

A voice behind him whispered, "I want to fuck Mom!" Much later he
recalled that the words had made little impression upon him. He heard
himself replying, "anything ... anything at all!" And his fate sealed,
he felt a strong push from behind, and MaryAnn's slender white arms
were raising to him, pulling him forward, his cock was gracing the damp
precious furrow between her legs. Incredibly, the silken shaft was
spreading to receive the throbbing head of his lust-hardened cock, her
hair-lined young pussy was straining at his size, but making it!

The sensation of entering her was so acutely pleasurable that it made
him want to cry! But in the remote areas of his mind something was
turning over the odd proposition to which he had just agreed. But all
depravities had come into the realm of possibility now ... anything was
possible. He felt two hands massaging his hanging testicles as he
reached the final squeezing depths of his stepdaughter's quivering
little cunt, and knew they were Rick's.

"Jesus!" he thought, "what a perverted pair!" And yet his body was
consumed by hot waves of lust. As if by entering that room he had
entered hell itself. He reached for the swaying mounds of MaryAnn's
breasts, his stomach flat on hers, his cock filling her entirely.

"Just like that! That's how I want to fuck MOM ... Just like that!"



Chapter 9


Laura tried to control herself, but she just couldn't help quivering
with anticipation. Don had gone around all day muttering darkly about
some kind of punishment. The very word made her tremble with a
masochistic kind of excitement. Her husband's actions puzzled her, but
out of love for him, she had found she was quite capable of adapting to
his new personality.

"It's only a passing phase, no doubt," she told herself while sitting
under the drying machine at the hairdresser's.

She had read books about men who enjoyed brutality, who found a sexual
thrill in being mean and domineering with their wives. And the more she
thought about it, the more she could understand how it was possible to
actually enjoy such treatment ... as long as it didn't go too far, of
course.

The more she thought about it, Laura decided that things weren't going
so badly after all. Whatever Don had planned for her that evening, it
was mysterious enough to make her day very interesting. In fact, she
hadn't hardly had a dull day since their wedding! After twelve years of
boredom and loneliness, Laura thought it was high time she had a little
excitement in her life. She still felt the results of her long sexual
deprivation during the years when she had been alone, raising the
children. She had worked hard, getting sitters to watch the children
during the day until she got home from one of her tedious secretarial
jobs. That was why Don's remarks about her being a bad mother had hurt
so much. Didn't she deserve to rest a little now!

She placed a cake pan in the self-timing oven. Beneath her sun-dress,
she felt hot and prickly. Her breasts seemed unusually sensitive that
day, where the nipples pushed against the fabric of her bra, and she
felt very moist between her full soft thighs.

She decided to read a little bit before starting to fix supper, and
reclined in the living room chair with a sexy novel she'd picked up
that afternoon at the drugstore.

"Connie's breathing came heavily," she read with interest. "Her face
tilted back on the sofa, wore an expression of the pain of waiting for
the lovemaking that was to come."

Laura knew just how the girl felt. She herself had felt that way with
Don many times.

* * *

Don drove back to the house with the children sitting squeezed in
beside him on the front seat. He could feel their special warmth close
to him, and he still smelled the salt air from the beach they had just
visited. They had gone to the nude free beach and spent a gloriously
innocent day in the sun and the water.

Tonight, however, was the night ... of that he was painfully aware. He
had tried to prepare both himself and his wife for an unusual event,
but he felt dreadfully confused and apprehensive about it. However, he
had a small package in his pocket which he hoped would make it all
easier. Something for Laura ... a small wedge of chocolate brown
hashish. He no longer puzzled the rights and wrongs of what he planned
... it now only seemed the logical, if bizarre sequel to the already
strange events that had already taken place.

As they walked up to the house, he recalled that the friend who had
given him the hash had suggested that it be eaten rather than smoked,
and as the delicious odor of Laura's cake wafted to his nostrils, he
proposed to MaryAnn that she devise a special chocolate sauce to go
with it.

Rick went into the kitchen to help his sister, and he went to find
Laura in the bedroom. To his amazement, he found her spread out upon
the big double bed, sound asleep. An expression of bliss still lingered
upon her lovely features, and her hand remained clutching the downy
surface of her inundated cunt. She had obviously been playing with
herself.

Immediately Don felt a longing welling up inside of him and for the
first time in many days he remembered how much he really loved Laura.
And the fact that she had obviously just finished indulging in solitary
pleasure of her own making filled him with lascivious thoughts.

He bent to kiss her, planting a sensuous embrace upon the still
trembling surface of her exposed pussy. Jerking to attention, she woke
up instantly, and quickly smiled when she saw him.

"What's for dinner," he inquired, "Lemon cake?

* * *

The candles flickered noiselessly, while MaryAnn's record player played
soft music in the living room. The family of four sat dreamily around
the dining room table and Laura felt unusually mellow. They had all had
several slices of cake topped with thick chocolate sauce. She had been
surprised that everyone found it so delicious, since she felt that the
odd concoction that her daughter created was not the most fortunate of
combinations with the lemon cake. However, encouraged by the extreme
good humor of everyone around her, she consumed her fair share,
carefully hiding her true opinion of MaryAnn's first culinary effort.

Now glancing around at her beautiful family, it seemed as though she
had never been as happy as at that moment. The company of the children
seemed to complement her relationship with Don, rather than distracting
from it as she had often feared in the past.

Don phoned the liquor store and had several large jugs of Lancer's
Sparkling Rose delivered, and soon the delicious liquid was tickling
Laura's nose, and making her laugh. In fact, everything was making her
laugh suddenly. They were all clearly in the midst of a big
celebration, but she had no idea just what it was they were
celebrating! But it really didn't matter ... continuing the festive
atmosphere was what was uppermost on her mind. She ran into the bedroom
and returned wearing her sheer harem pants. They seemed perfect for the
occasion, and satisfied a longing she seemed to feel for things
mysterious and Eastern. As she reclined against the pillows on the
living room couch, she felt just like Scheherezade. Don was sitting
across from her, and Rick and MaryAnn were sitting on the rug in the
middle of the floor.

"You all look so beautiful! So very beautiful!" she declared, raising
her glass.

Don sat heavily in the easy chair. "Boy," he thought. "This is the real
stuff!" The hashish made him feel drowsy at first, but underneath the
drowsiness, he could feel a subdued excitement a marvelous feeling of
anticipation ... the feeling that something wonderful was going to
happen any minute. And in a few seconds it did.

MaryAnn got up to dance. She was wearing a short, cream colored shift
that swirled outward as she began to turn exposing the upper region of
her thighs and the tender mounds of her naked buttocks. She wasn't
wearing any panties! Her young body swayed to the music in a delight
dance that grew more erotic by the moment. As Don watched her, it was
all he could do to keep from attacking her right then and there. He
grinned lecherously to himself, surreptitiously feeling his cock
hardening, and crossed the room, taking in the luscious sight of his
wife in her transparent trousers. She sat up to make room for him, but
he insisted upon lying stretched out beside her ... behind her on the
couch, and when she had snuggled herself back down against him, he
whispered, "MaryAnn's lovely, isn't she?" He slipped his hand over
Laura's palpitating breast and felt the peaked globe of her velvety
orbs respond instantly to his touch as she melted backwards against
him.

A feeling of great well-being pervaded her. She felt loved, wanted ...
taken care of!

"Yesss ..." she replied, wondering why the sight of her daughter's
dance should be causing her to feel such unusual sensations. But Don
soon began to squeeze and massage the ripe firmness of her nipples
beneath her flimsy halter top, and she squealed a little from time to
time from the mixture of pleasure and pain. Suddenly she was aware of
her husband's hardened penis, pushing against her buttocks, the huge
bulge of it filling the crack between the unconsciously quivering
mounds. The material of her pants was so thin that she could feel him
almost as though she were naked. She wanted to feel him ... needed him
inside her desperately ... instantly! Her hand snaked around behind her
and she groped blindly for the erect shaft of his penis.

"Darling!" she whispered.

Just then, Rick got up to dance with his sister.

Don and Laura watched while mutually caressing each other as the young
handsome boy took MaryAnn into his arms, pulling her close to him as
they continued to circle the floor. They were seemingly molded together
as one body, complete unto itself, and Laura relayed this thought to
her husband while she fondled his big prick.

"Yes," she thought, dreamily, "They look so natural ... so perfect
together!"

She continued looking at them as she unzipped Don's fly, seemingly
unaware and uncaring that their own children were in the same room.
Quickly, she searched out the length of his burning cock, and clung to
it, feeling it like a wonderful prize as it jumped in her hand.

MaryAnn and Rick were kissing. How odd, she thought, that they would be
kissing ... but again, how natural in a loving family! Everything had a
strange quality about it, she thought, but it was like a carnival. She
felt as though she could do no wrong ... and that went for all of the
others too. The night was filled with love and understanding ... that
was it ... for the first time, she felt that everyone understood
everything! She felt a closeness to them and a tenderness for them all,
and she knew it was reciprocal. Don's long hard body, his breath in her
ear, his cock oh, God, his wonderful cock ... in her hand!

She had been watching it for sometime before she realized it. How long
had it been going on? Rick and MaryAnn nude in the middle of the floor.
Her young son's penis ... his dear little penis ... it had been so long
since she'd seen it! It was just about to enter ... Why what were they
doing! There was something she wanted to do ... to say ... But Don's
hands kneaded again hard against her breasts, and she forgot; wriggling
back, she felt herself being forced downward onto his cock. The soft
ripping of material met her ears ... framed by the sighs from her
children on the floor.

Rick was fucking MaryAnn! She could see his cock entering and exciting
her daughter's excited little pussy ...

"No!" she said suddenly, but just then Don cried out, "This ... all
this is your punishment!"

"AAAAAAAARGH!" she screamed, as her husband's enormous cock entered her
savagely from behind, his rigid pole finding the hairy slit of her
vagina, where it nestled in silken folds between her thighs.

She was left utterly breathless! Stunned by its sudden entry into her
unexpecting depths, her vagina began to pulse sensuously around his
violently hard cock. She could feel his breath harsh in her ear, his
lips forming sounds, words that she didn't understand. Her buttocks
pressed against his loins, the full resiliency of her breasts enveloped
by his arms as they wrapped around her from behind.

"Oh, yes," she sighed, "Oh, yes, Don ... punish me ... fuck me ... Oh,
yes, I need it!"

His cock began a slow motion fucking, pulling out of her clinging
pussy, milking her cunt for what seemed to be hours of exquisite
pleasure. She could feel every ripple, every pore of the massive
instrument ... her vagina was endowed with such acute sensitivity that
she could control every tiny inch of it. What a wonderful plaything!

Through dull, hashish-drugged eyes, she was sure she could see that her
son and daughter were going through a similar feeling, and it seemed a
fine thing that they too could experience such joy. She wanted suddenly
to be able to share it with the world! Even when Rick and MaryAnn stood
and came closer to their coupling parents, Laura observed their bodies
with a new interest. How they had grown ... why they were almost
adults! But she couldn't fully concentrate on them because of the fiery
pole of hardened flesh that intruded far up into her voraciously
flaring cunt.

She was sure that the children couldn't tell what was going on, but it
hardly mattered. She saw no reason to stop the joy that was spreading
like a beautiful sleep throughout her whole being ... it never occurred
to her to stop it! She panted a little as the smooth blood-filled head
of her husband's cock pulsed and prodded at the oversensitive tip of
her cervix.

"MMMMMMMMMM!"

She heard her son mumble something, and she was sure that Don replied,
"Now ... Now ...!" but then she was lost again in a wonder-world of
lust. She was nothing but one big cunt ... and Don was one big cock ...
together they could do anything! Gradually she became aware of an added
sensation. Something crawling along her thigh. Fingers moved slowly
upward along the gauzy material of her pants ... they teased at the
junction of her legs, at the sprinkling of pubic hair that grazed her
upper thighs, and as she ground her exposed vaginal slit backwards onto
her husband's raging cock, her pelvis rotated hard against the fingers,
making them slip against the passion-moistened mound of her pussy. A
warm flood of fluids surrounded Don's thick pole, and now this strange
and new invasion from the front served to increase her desire.

Her startled clitoris jumped about, hoping for renewed contact with the
fingers, and then in answer to her silent thoughts, a hand was slipping
beneath the elastic of her harem pants, pulling them downward, exposing
the front of her belly, her pussy ... whereas the back was already
exposed by the gaping hole rent by her husband's impatient cock.

Rick's fingers worked firmly at his mother's excitedly slippery cunt
now, separating the soft hair-lined flesh that surrounded the wet slit
between. He watched her close her eyes tightly and let the rolling
sensations of pleasure course through her tingling body.

"Oh ... AAAAAA ... oh, oh, oh!" she began to chant as the dual
manipulations started a double triggering spark inside her womb. Then
she was gasping in surprise. The cock was gone ... gone from her aching
cunt, leaving it open and bare, leaving it alone and unwanted.
Desperately, she clawed behind her. "OH! Please, PLEASE!" But Don slid
his cock down and back until it reached the hidden entrance of his
wife's tightly puckered anus. His hands guided his cock toward it, and
then the large head began its attempt to bore inside the tiny hairless
opening. Once well-aimed, he grasped his wife firmly around the breasts
against him and ground his pelvis upward.

"NNNNNNNNGH! AAARRGH!" she cried.

Don felt it slowly slipping in ... it was easier now that he had
stretched it several times before. His cock was being unmercifully
manipulated by Laura's tight rectal sphincter. He rolled over so that
he was on his back and she was lying out flat on her back on his
stomach, speared from behind by his prick in her anus.

After conferring with his sister from his position midway upon the
couch, Rick, trembling like the child he was, climbed up. His knees
slid between his mother's widespread and flailing legs, and he gazed
mesmerized at her beauty. Her eyes were still tightly closed as she
responded to the ecstatic ravagement of her anal channel. Her hair fell
in delightful black curls that framed her lovely features. Images of
such joy and love filled him that he thought he might burst with pride
and longing. His young cock ached for her, trembled in his hands as his
eyes swept over her partially exposed figure, gyrating lewdly beneath
him.

"OH, GOD; SHE'S BEAUTIFUL!"

He could smell the sweet pungent odor of her aroused and naked vagina
rising to meet his nostrils as he hesitated above her. Her lovely pussy
seemed to be calling out to him, and his cock wavered forward as if
drawn by a magnet.

OH, MOM," he groaned, "OH, MOM!"

Then with infinite care, the head of his thick thirteen-year-old cock
was suddenly touching at the softness of his mother's black hair-
fringed cunt lips. Wetness surrounded the excitedly twitching tip. He
could see her belly white and glistening above the black triangular
"vee" of her pussy ... see the red interior of her cunt ... see
everything as his cock slid miraculously and wonderfully into her
trembling orifice!

Slithering upward, his cock was met by a tight incredible friction ...
his father's penis, ramming up into his mother's rectum from below ...
just a thin fleshy partition away!

He was soaring ... flying up into her, his head in the clouds
somewhere, but with his hardened young cock, buried deep within the
velvet snugness of his mother's passionate cunt! His rigid penis surged
inward making his mother like a wild woman beneath him. He clung onto
her firm, full breasts to keep from falling off, his belly pressing
hard into hers while she writhed uncontrollably beneath him, bucking
upward at each thrust of her husband's cock behind her, and downward
when Rick pushed forward!

Rick thought he might die right there on top of her. Never had any boy
been so blessed, he thought as to fuck such a wonderful mother! Tears
streamed down both their faces, as Rick sobbed, watching her become
delirious, slipping into a far distant world of blissful eroticism.

"UUUUUU ... AAAAA!" Laura groaned, her body turning voluptuously from
side to side, her back arching upward, her tender genitals jerking
spasmodically at the long smooth strokes that filled both her rectum
and her aching pussy.

"OH, MOTHER! OH, MOM!" Rick shouted. He wanted her to open her eyes ...
to acknowledge that it was he fucking her, his cock making her cry out
with such pleasure. Falling upon her, her breasts bumping up against
his small boy's chest, he kissed her passionately on the mouth, his
penis burrowing to the farthest height it could attain in her streaming
cunt.

Laura was dimly aware that her son was calling her name. Awareness
reached her, dimly, and opening her eyes, she saw him through a blurry
haze. Her own darling baby boy clinging to her naked flesh, his driving
penis sinking blissfully into her open cunt.

"OH, GOD... IT CAN'T BE! IT JUST CAN'T BE!" she cried before the
gigantic climax struck. Her son's penis flexed hard against her cervix,
and her husband rammed simultaneously high into her tormented bowels.
She groaned as the lightening struck, closing her eyes again and
keening, "YES ... LITTLE RICKIE! OH, YES, my baby!!! Fuck your Mother!
MAKE ME CUM ... OH I'M CUMMING RIGHT NOW ... RIIIIIIIIGHT
NOOOOOOOWWWWW!"

Rick didn't know how many times he fucked his mother, or how many times
she screamed out for mercy beneath his wonderfully potent penis.

It seemed hours ... maybe days later that they were all rolling nakedly
about on the floor, his mother frantically sucking at his jerking cock,
while her own daughter sucked blissfully upon her pink-flanged pussy
... MaryAnn herself feeling her tiny cunt being restretched from behind
to its ultimate proportions by her stepfather's enormous cock.

MaryAnn's excited cries rebounded through the room joined by the moans
of her parents and her brother, and soon they were all whining and
wailing together as the ragged edges of Laura's pussy were wedged
together with those of her daughter while Don and Rick took long
satisfying turns at fucking them from behind, plowing deep into their
tenderly entwined cunts.

Laura looked at them all and thought, "Oh, God, I'm happy! Oh, how I
love you all!" Again and again she opened her legs wide to accept her
son's white gushing semen, and each time she seemed to feel a greater
desire for him. Willingly, she tried position after position, showing
him everything she knew, and learning a few new things herself. Don
watched them with a perpetual smile, while MaryAnn pumped her fourteen-
year-old loins lewdly up and down upon his inflated cock.

From time to time, Laura would take her son's tired young cock in her
mouth, soothing it into a lulling state of sensual suspension until
they both felt rested enough to start again. Nothing seemed wrong or
alien to her now, and even as the effects of the drug wore off, she
began to feel an inner peace she'd never known ... as though she'd been
waiting for this to happen all of her life.

Toward morning, she led Rick into the bathroom with her, and while
there, allowed him to wash her curvaceous skin in the big tub, and once
he'd finished, she pulled him into the water with her, and hungrily
spread her legs beneath the warm liquid while his slender penis filled
her convulsing pussy and his arms wound lovingly around her graceful
neck.

In the living room in the sixty-nine position, MaryAnn slid her arms
beneath her new father's buttocks, and opening her red lips wide, began
to nibble at the base of his hardened man-sized cock, flicking her
tongue up and down the long throbbing s h a f t. "MMMMMMMMMMMMM!
OOOOOOOH! She cried, as Don reciprocated by shooting his tongue high
into her baby-tight vagina, where it lay pulsing hungrily above his
face.

"OH, DADDY, DADDY!" she sighed at the wet contact of his tongue. New
thrills of lust sparked through her pubescent body, as suddenly she
giggled, and lifting her mouth from his glistening cock, murmured, "But
Daddy, darling ... you never did teach us about the facts of life!"

Without waiting for a reply, she let her mouth fall upon the rock-
hardness of her father's penis, swallowing it to the hilt. Don groaned
and gave himself up to the delightful decadence of his new family as in
the distance he could hear his wife screaming out yet another climax
beneath the wildly pounding body of her son ...

"God, what a night," flickered crazily through his dazed mind ...


The End