F Hemmingway - A family saga Volume One

Don grunted, animalistically, deep in his throat in his effort to drive his prick up into the tender, coral flesh of her vaginal cavern… and he was suddenly afraid, afraid that he would not be able to bring her to her second orgasm, that he would cum too soon. Hell! He had tried so hard. He couldn't fail her now! More than anything else he wanted Charity, his lovely sister, to have another soaring climax. He watched her passion-contorted face above her heaving, quivering breasts that jounced prettily as the shocks of his pummeling, punishing cock in her cunt were transmitted through her body, watched as the berry-like nipples of them expanded before his eyes and small rivulets of passion-produced perspiration ran down their mounding hemispheres into the valley between.

For one horrified second he thought he had failed, as he felt it beginning for him, back behind his prick, in his sperm-swollen balls. God damn it!

Then… then, she convulsed, jerkingly, under him!

"Oh, my God! My God… it's going to… happen… to me… again! It's almost here! I can feel it! Oh, God! Don… I'm going to cum again! Oh, yes! Yessss… Don! That's it! I'm… I'm… cuuuummmmmiiinnnnGG! AAAAAaaaaauuuugggghhhhhh!"

He pounded deeper and faster into her, with every bit of his strength. He, literally, gave her everything he had in him… and as he felt her spasm, wildly, under him, her cuntal lips sucking at him, voraciously, he felt his own hot, white sperm begin to race the length of his prick in welcome release, his ecstasy knowing no bounds as his body convulsed in one final, slamming plunge far up into the far, hidden recesses of her still cumming little pussy, the semen jetting from him through the tiny slit in his cock-head to squirt in a seemingly never-ending stream of hot, white ejaculate… and she ground her crotch up to him, to take all of him… to receive all of his hosing fluids deep into her young, wildly contracting womb.

Charity moaned aloud. Her white, sculpted thighs quivered and her belly quaked with the intense pleasure of her own orgasm. She could clearly feel the expansion of his cock buried in her and the warm moistness of his sperm as it splashed around in the lower depths of her cuntal passage and belly. Dear God in heaven! Never had she realized that pure joy, such as she now experienced existed on the face of the earth. With a final convulsion, she allowed her legs to fall limp and widely splayed to either side, shamelessly, while her heart pounded in her breast and she gasped for breath, gulping air into her laboring lungs to forestall the dizziness that tried to overcome her. Her eyes were clenched tightly shut as wave after wave of relaxing euphoria swept through her. She was fulfilled and completely satiated.

Her brother collapsed on top of her pinning her to the mattress under him. She tried to think clearly, but no coherent thought came to her. Every fiber of her being was concerned only with the physical part of her. Later, she would be rational and try to think through what had happened, but for now she found it impossible.

One thing she did know for sure: she had really and truly been fucked! Her brother's cock was still buried in her. His body lay relaxed and panting on top of her, and she could feel the liquid warmth of his semen as it began to run in a tiny, viscous rivulet from the mouth of her vagina down through the open crevice of her buttocks to pool on the sheet beneath her.

"How'd you dig that… Sis?" he whispered breathlessly.

"God… Don! It was really something… out of this world!" she murmured, her breath still coming hard.

"Out of sight!"

"Yes!" she agreed. "Out of sight!"

She was still in a drugged state, and soon, she was sound asleep. It was later — how much later she didn't know — that she was awakened by her brother, as he stirred and rolled to one side to lie beside her, his flaccid penis pulling from her with a slightly moist popping sound. Almost automatically he reached out a hand to her and brush his fingers in the hair of her pubic mound. His youth had marvelous regenerative powers for his sexuality. He would have been ready to fuck her, again, in an instant.

Sleepily, she placed a restraining hand on his. It would be impossible, she knew now, for them to ever do it, again.

She murmured, "No… Don! Once is enough for a brother and sister… maybe too much! We lost our heads… maybe… but it can never happen, again!"

"It could… if we decided we wanted to! After all… it's the twentieth century! We could be careful… from now on… and nobody'd ever know…"

"B-But… I could get… pregnant… and that would be bad!" she told him with emphasis.

"But…"

Charity swung her legs over the edge of the bed, stood to her feet, reached out for her nightgown and shrugged it over her head. Covered, now, she faced him.

"I–It's no good… Don! I–I really flipped… and I loved every minute of it… but it's impossible! We just can't ever let it happen, again!"

She unlocked the door, went through it and padded back to her own bedroom, leaving her brother lying nude on his bed, a dumbfounded look on his face. She crawled into her own bed and was soon sleeping soundly, again. She was completely satiated, tired and drained. As she settled down in her own bed, she knew how easy it would have been for her to remain in Don's bed, letting him fuck her the rest of the night. Dear God! It had taken all of her will-power to leave him, for she knew that she was a fully aroused woman, now; a woman who would have definite sexual needs. Certainly, her wonderful brother could serve those needs, but the built-in taboos of civilized man were too deeply ingrained in her. Incest! My God! She had been a party to it once… But never… never, again, she vowed would it happen between them. She loved him too much!

Charity did not awaken when her mother came into her bedroom, gazed down at her for a moment, leaned down and kissed her smooth, tranquil brow and lips; however, a few moments later she was awakened by a sudden, sharp sound.

She sat up, listening; it was the front door of the house. I had opened and shut, noisily, as it always did. The first rays of the sun streamed into her bedroom through the window, as outside, in the driveway, she heard her mother's car start, its engine cold and coughing in the early morning chill. Idly, Charity wondered where her mother might be going so early. She started to get out of bed to investigate when she spotted the envelope addressed to her in her mother's small but flowing script. With pounding heart she ripped open the letter and read it. She read it through twice.

Jack Belleson came charging into the police building in downtown Redfern. He was bellowing angry words as he approached the night desk.

"What kind of a God damned town you got here? Nobody's safe here! I was just robbed! The son-of-a-bitch got $79.00!"

The desk-sergeant looked up at him, levelly, and asked, "Do you want to make a report, Sir?"

"You're damned right! And, then I want you to do something about it!"

"I realize you're disturbed, Sir… and I'd appreciate it if you'd calm down and give me the details…"

His pen was poised ready to write.

"Calm down? Why for Christ's sake… my life was threatened… and you say calm down!"

"Yes, Sir… otherwise, I can't make heads or tails out of what you're saying!" The sergeant's voice was steely. "Your name, Sir?"

"Jack Belleson…"

"Your age…"

"What the hell's my age got to…?"

"Your age… Sir?"

"Forty-six."

"Occupation?"

"Salesman… When do I get to tell you what hap…"

"What time did this happen?"

"A little after one…"

"Can you describe the person… or persons?"

"A kid… on a motorcycle… I couldn't see his face…"