Sandy Stephan - Sister's incest secrets

She might as well have told Lizzy Borden to stop at the first whack. Bob looked at her with fury in his eyes: “Are you kidding, Nora? Look at this erection, do you think it's there for nothing? I want you, I need you! Let me make love to you for once and then if you don't like it we'll call it quits. But don't pack me off to bed like this!”

“I'm sorry, I just don't think it's advisable to let you go any further.” She sat on her pillow and shut him out of her life. Bob stared at her for a moment or so. I held my breath. With a swift, sudden motion, he grabbed her by the arm and pulled her over toward him. Nora was powerless. In a thrice he had her on her back again and he'd positioned himself with his ass on her belly, his back hunched forward and three bunched fingers worked into her cunt with vindictive verve. She struggled violently, even threatened to scream, but Bob didn't seem to be listening. He drove his fingers in and out of her cunt till her protests diminished. And when she'd been suitably subdued he started to get more subtle. One finger disappeared up her asshole, his thumb went up her cunt's entrance, and the side of his hand crudely titillated her clitoris. And still she wouldn't give in. “This is terrible!” she gasped whenever she could catch her breath. “How awful! How could you do this to me, Bob!”

Bob toiled on, his face grim. I caught the tiny wet sounds of her cunt and knew how she must be feeling-physically, anyway. To have his fingers ramming up my cunt at that moment! But empathy helped a little. When Nora reached a reluctant climax I felt a kind of contact high.

“Now, you fucked-up bitch!” Bob hissed, turning around to face her. “This is your moment of truth. I'm tired of your nonsense, you're going to get fucked and now!”

When she heard that Nora began to protest in earnest. “No, don't,” she said, pulling away from him. “So help me, Bob, if you try that I'll scream this house down. That's one thing I can't take.”

“Why,” he sneered, “do you care more about your principles than my sanity?”

“It's not that.” She faced him in all seriousness. “This goes much deeper. The guy before Harold… well, he was a real animal, a pig. He used to fuck me every time we went out. If we went to a party he'd fuck me in his car on the way to it, or on the way home. He'd fuck me at drive-in movies, behind bushes, anywhere at all. The things he did disgusted me. I learned to hate the whole miserable business of fucking. One minute of heavy breathing and painful poking… it puzzles me to think that that's supposed to make the world go round. What do people see in it? After a while of that I just developed a kind of allergy to having anything enter my body. It makes me want to throw up, scream, run away. I just get terrified.”

Bob had backed off and listened to her with increasing sympathy. “So that's it,” he nodded. “Well, at least that makes more sense. But listen, I had my fingers up your cunt and that didn't seem to bother you at all.”

“That's different. You're my brother and those fingers aren't a cock.”

“A cock is thicker,” Bob shrugged. “You could overcome this hang-up in no time at all, providing you really want to.”

“I don't see much point in it.” Nora reached for her cigarettes and lit two, handed Bob one. “I'm just as happy without that hairy pig rutting on top of me.”

“He went for a minute and that tells me all I want to know about his lovemaking ability,” argued Bob. “If you'll give me a chance I'll show you what real fucking is-and believe me, it'll change your mind about sex.”

“No… nothing personal, Bob, but not just yet When I get over that schmuck perhaps.”

His ardor had faded. Nora saw it and relaxed. She lay back on her pillow and smoked in silence. Bob seemed on the point of going to bed and calling it a night. Now was my big chance. I eased my way along the branch till the window sill was within reach. “Bob!” I hissed, extending my hand. “Help me inside, will you!”

They looked up, startled. Bob was quick to act. He leaned out of the window and helped, literally picking me up off the branch and carrying me over the gap in space. “Goddammit, Kathy,” Nora said angrily, “will you get out of this nasty habit of spying, please!”

“I've come to help you,” I said. “I'm going to let Bob make love to me so you'll be able to see for yourself what fun it is.”

“Oh, terrific,” she said sourly. “A private show. What is this, a hygiene class? Come on, you two, let me get some sleep.”

“No, wait,” said Bob, giving me a secret wink, “I think Kathy has a good idea. Why don't you just watch and make up your mind that way? It won't hurt, right?”

“I don't care what you do.” Nora was angry now and turned her back to us. “Go ahead, do what you have to do. Just leave me out of your sordid business.”

I didn't care if she watched or not. Bob was so close to me, his hard cock pointing at my cunt with the promise of fulfillment. I sat down on his bed and looked up at him expectantly. He looked around at Nora, who ignored us as well as she could, and said: “Look at the way Kathy responds to cunt kissing, Nora, and you'll see how enjoyable it really is.”

“For perverts like you two maybe,” Nora muttered. Bob shrugged humorously and got down on his knees between my legs. His hands moved smoothly along my thighs, sweeping the hem of my nightie up out of the way, and in the one motion he rested his face between my legs, his tongue flicking out at the over-sensitive pussy. At once my body was beset by long, thrilling impulses, lightning flashes of pleasure that reverberated through me and forced me to lie back and give him my all. That tongue of his danced and darted, lashing out at every little erogenous arsenal down there, sparking each one off before moving on to the next one and leaving me breathless, gasping, within seconds. My hands absently worked to take my nightie off but it took me ages. Finally I managed to sit up and pull it over my head, but by that time Bob wasn't concerned about any other part of me but the one he had in his mouth.

He could take my whole cunt in his mouth or just purse his lips and tug at my clitoris. His tongue could ream up my hole, probing and ticking inside me like a frisky little cock, and it knew how to lightly brush along my labia so as to evoke the wildest urges in my flesh. How was it, I wondered vaguely, that Bob and I had been given so much in the way of sensuality, while Nora, Mum, and Dad had so little? Not enough to get them over the hurdles, anyway. I just hoped they'd find out what they were missing one day. Bob had me impaled on his tongue now, stirring me up, arousing my passions, and all I could do was tell him how good it felt. I caught a glimpse of Nora and she was watching openly. How could she resist?

He had his hands under my cheeks now and held them well apart, opening my cunt up wide so that his tongue could dig in all the deeper. His face was buried in my cunt, the nose nuzzling my clitoris deliciously, his lizard's tongue flicking at my asshole and cunt hole in equal doses, licking and sucking at me, conducting my passions like a maestro in charge of an orchestra. He was in total control. His tongue had only to slither up my cunt to make me cry out with ecstasy and writhe from side to side. And when he made the tip of his furled tongue apply pressure on my clit I just about jack-knifed forward, desperate to stop the excruciating tickling sensation and to make sure he'd keep it up forever.

“Tell Nora how good it is,” he said, his voice muffled by flesh and hair and wetness. “Convince her once and for all.”

“All right,” I said shakily. With a titanic effort I raised my torso and rested back on my elbows to face Nora. She avoided looking at me but her eyes couldn't help but stray to my loins to watch Bob's efforts with something approaching envy. “It's really beautiful, Nora,” I began. Words wouldn't come. What the hell, couldn't she see how good it was? “It makes you feel like a… a victim, that's it, like your cunt rules your mind. Ooooooh Bob!” I pulled back and hissed at him with sudden tension. He'd started to work his finger into my cunt while his lips concentrated on my clitoris, and in no time at all he'd produced a burst of passion in me that I just couldn't contain. He understood. His fingers moved right up inside me and began to fuck me rapidly, but he kept away from my clitoris. “So good,” I said, falling back. “You ought to try it, Nora… oh, Jesus! Ooooh,oh, oh, oh! Bob, harder, harder, oh my God-aaaaahhh!” It felt as though his fingers were a lightning rod through which all of my emotions were discharged into the earth. For a moment I experienced a total peace, nothing left inside me; I was floating, moaning, angelic, so out of it that I didn't notice him inserting his cock.