Grace Wilkinson - Family night

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!"

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.