Ann LeBere - Stepmother's bed

Her father's shuddering weight still on top of her, Joyce sobbed, saddened by the fact that his proud erection was dwindling at last. But it was draining- the load had filled her and it was draining-and this thought compensated somehow.

She had been shuddering out the aftermath of her orgasm for several minutes before the first guilt and intense remorse struck her. She saw that her father felt guilty, too, as they moved about in silence, cleaning up the evidence of their fucking. She noticed a small blood stain on her father's bathrobe, where her buttocks had lain, proof she had lost her virginity to her father.

She watched him gather up the stained robe, then walk naked to the bathroom. He said he would wash it with cold water…

Immediately outside the living room window, Denny slowly clenched and unclenched his fists. He had been standing there for a long time, witnessing his own father fuck his own sister. For a moment, he thought he might vomit, but he somehow managed to stifle his gagging. He stared up at the stars questioningly, waiting for his father and sister to make themselves presentable before entering. He felt certain that he hated his father more than anything or person he had ever laid eyes on.

Norma was happy when her daughter, Denise, arrived. But Denny and Joyce took an immediate dislike to her "uppity," superior behavior and promptly dubbed her The Duchess. Mainly, they didn't like her sharing the same room with them, because it seriously curtailed their sexual activities.

But the siblings disliked Denise for many reasons. She avoided Landon Pond, saying it was "filthy," and she detested Denny's and Joyce's friends because they were crude and ungrammatical. True, she was pretty enough-long auburn hair and striking green eyes-but it was hard to believe such an obnoxious girl could be the daughter of Norma Reardon.

Their new guest spent most of her time indoors, having long dramatic talks (she overacted a lot) with her mother, reading romantic novels, or taking long walks with Frederick, the Reardons' dog. She and Frederick became inseparable, which amused Denny and Joyce who secretly believed she was having an illicit affair with the animal. Also, even though Denny and Joyce were disappointed in their father's lifestyle, they resented Denise's open and vicious criticism of him.

One day, two weeks after Denise's arrival, Denny and Joyce returned home earlier than usual from their play at the pond. As they wheeled their bicycles into the garage, they both stopped dead in their tracks, stunned, then amused. In the darkness of the garage, Denise had been holding Frederick's muzzle between her legs, forcing him to lick her pussy! As the garage door opened, illuminating the garage, they saw her with one leg up on a low shelf, tugging at the dog's collar and commanding him to "Make me come!"

She even held a jar of boysenberry preserves that her mother had made and obviously had poured the sweet jam into her cunt to entice (and keep) Frederick doing her bidding.

Sighting Denny and Joyce observing her-caught with the dog's muzzle between her legs-she immediately shrieked as if she had been attacked and scolded the naughty dog who had so flagrantly invaded her privacy.

Finally, exerting maximum dramatic ability, she turned on Denny and Joyce. "Just what sort of sex-crazed beast have you trained?" she screamed. "Why this-this fiendish thing just attacked me. I've never-but never-observed anything so disgusting in my life!" She pretended to shudder in abject disgust, then kicked Frederick. Totally bewildered, the dog slunk over to the darkest comer of the garage and lay down, sighing deeply.

Denny and Joyce both giggled hysterically, holding their stomachs. Finally, they sputtered and spasmed to a halt. "Yep, we're master dog-trainers!" Joyce said, dabbing at the tears on her cheeks. "All we do is let out a special whistle, and then Frederick goes in the house and gets a jar of boysenberry preserves. Then he shoves us in the garage, puts our legs up on that shelf and then licks our thing-a-ma-jigs while we try to fight him off. Yep, he's sex-crazed all right. Very bright, too. He should be in the circus or something!"

"Or maybe a whorehouse," Denny said.

"Make that the F.B.I." Joyce added.

Denise scowled, as though unable to comprehend what she was hearing. "You certainly don't believe-for one instant-that I would voluntarily permit that-that animal to do something like that to-to my body, do you? I mean-really! I suspected that you were both complete and utter degenerates, but this clinches it."

"How come you're so upset?" Denny said. "I mean, if you like Fred here to lick your pussy, who cares?"

"Sure, we won't reveal your precious secret," Joyce said. "Why should we? Frederick prob'ly likes it even more than you. But why don't you let him screw you dog-style? Why should you get all the relief and-and leave Fred horny. Yep, you oughta let him mount up once in a while."

"Stop that filthy-minded talk!" Denise screamed.

"Look, your secret's safe with us," Denny said. "Glad to see The Duchess is human after all. Frankly, we didn't even think you had a pussy."

Glancing back and forth between them, Denise's voice was low when she spoke very conspiratorially. "Y-You promise you won't tell anybody?"

"Hell, no," Denny said. "Why should we?"

"Believe me," Joyce said, "there's plenty of things a lot weirder than you and Frederick going on around this house. Welcome to the club."

"Hey, now that we know you're human rights are gonna be a lot more interesting than they've been since you first arrived. Maybe we can fool around together again when the lights go out, eh Joyce?"

Joyce nodded, laughing. Finally, after two full weeks, she had come to grips with her guilt feelings over fucking her father… and she and her daddy were able to look each other directly in the eye again. She still felt guilty over not telling her brother about the incident, but naturally there were some things you could not breathe a word about to anyone.

Denise was eyeing them both suspiciously. "Just what do you mean when you say there are plenty of things going on around here? Anything to do with my-my mother's husband? Your father? I have a reason for asking."

"Oh?" Denny said casually. "What's your reason?"

"Because your father-h-he fucked me… two years ago when I was visiting here your father robbed me of my virginity!" she blurted defiantly, as if to punish them for discovering her that way with Frederick. Don't you see? Your father practically raped a fifteen-year-old virgin!"

"Yeah?" Denny said. "Probably the same way Frederick took advantage of you."

"And I bet the young virgin liked it, or she wouldn't have let him fuck her. Hmm, she didn't even tell anyone. Were you hoping he might-uh-rape you again this summer?"

Denise wagged her head in disbelief. "Nothing shocks you two weirdos, does it?"

"Not unless it's a mature female who coaxes dogs into licking their cunts. Tell you what," Denny said. "You keep the rape incident hush-hush, and nobody will ever know you go around seducing household pets, okay?"

Denise's nostrils flared. "You two are nothing but dirty little blackmailers!"

True," Denny said. "Just don't squeal on our dad. He might be a little strange, but he's still our dad." Denny was surprised at his own display of loyalty after what he'd witnessed between his father and his sister.

Joyce stared at her brother in admiration.

Denny savored his sister's admiring glance. Yes, he realized he had matured considerably when he had finally decided to forgive his father. After all, he was not totally blameless himself. He had slapped Joyce that fateful night she had been attacked by the freak on the deserted road (She had told him about that incident, but not about fucking their father) and even more important he had been fucking Norma. Yes, he wondered how Denise would take the news that he had been fucking her mother! But he would not divulge that information to Denise anytime in the foreseeable future. Huh-uh! Nor to his father, for Martin Reardon might fuck his own daughter and his own step-daughter, but Denny doubted he would tolerate the fucking of his own wife by his son. Not likely.