John Kellerman - Incest family

"God, it's so big," she breathed to herself and her little hole pinched tight as if to protect itself from anything so grossly huge as that vibrator. But Alice remembered, too, that her uncle's cock was bigger.

"Ohhhh, Lee," Betty gasped, pumping her round bottom up from the bed. "Ohhhhh, God, Lee! God!"

"Is it good?"

"Ohhhhh, yesssss! Don't stop! Don't ever stop!"

"Tell me when you come," Lee hissed, bending lower. "I like to watch."

"You can do anything you want if you just don't stop doing th-th-that!" Betty's head flopped back and forth and a splash of red hair glinted in the candlelight. Alice's toes fanned out against the carpet. She was really getting worked up. And the erotic effect of seeing Lee do something so carnal to his very own sister was very powerful. Alice remembered how the boy had kissed her breasts and fingered her out on that dock and almost wished it was her on the bed instead of Betty. But of course she didn't really want that at all. That big plastic vibrator would split her in two pieces!

"Oh, I can't watch this any longer," Alice sighed, feeling her way along the wall. Her clit was so wet that the blonde curls surrounding it were plastered together. She knew she couldn't go back to bed yet. She'd just finger herself until she was exhausted. She'd already done that enough for one night.

She padded downstairs in the darkness thinking she could get a glass of milk or something to get her mind off sex. But the image of brother and sister playing secret games in bed stuck with her. Lee was so young, as young as she was. Betty was twenty-four or five, she couldn't remember which.

The glass of milk only helped while she was drinking it. But the fact that she wore no panties wasn't helping either. She could feel the soft slip of the shorty gown around her big tits. Her nipples were swollen out so that they were rubbed every time she made the slightest move. The sheer silk sanded and teased her flesh until she finished her milk in one gulp, washed the glass out at the sink and started back upstairs. It was the banister that stopped her. She was near the top when she remembered sliding down that very same banister as a child. And she remembered, too, the sensations it had given her. In puberty she'd realized the fantastic possibilities of the smooth, sloping wood rail. Yes, it'd been just after her birthday when she'd actually brought herself to climax by sliding down in her jeans. The crotch of her denims had heated up and a subtle friction had been created which brought her, closer and closer to that final release. Though she couldn't remember for sure, Alice thought it'd taken about ten times on the rail before she finally cam? For the first time in her life. That, last climb up to the top again had been so hard. Alice touched the smooth wood and licked her lips.

"Who would know?" she asked herself. And then she swung a long leg over and eased herself down. She let her chest rest on the wood, too, and steadied herself with her hands. Then she began to gently pump her ass. Her feet dangled in the air as she felt her cleft open against the varnished surface. There was the smack of her dripping folds sucking against the banister as she started sliding slowly down.

"Uhhhh, oh, God, it feels so goooood!"

Her breath puffed as she closed her eyes and concentrated on the smooth, hard pressure against her slit. It didn't take her ten times up and down to get off. She knew she was going to come before she reached the bottom. And then she was settling against the little upturned curve of wood at the bottom of the stairs, her slim ass plunging as she felt the tickling joy spread through her body.

"Ahhhhh, uhhhhhh, it's happening. Ohhhh, yes, it's g-g-good!"

Alice limped back upstairs, heading for her bed. The candles were still going in Lee's room but it was quieter when she passed. She fell across her mattress and went to sleep almost immediately. Rut during the night she woke up after a startling nightmare. Her uncle had tied her up and stripped off her clothes. He had pulled out his huge cock and forced it into her pussy. And then the dream turned bizarre. When Mitch had come inside her and pulled out his cock, Alice was immediately immersed in the violent pangs of birth. She watched the babies pop out of her ruined hole until she lost count. And then she slept again.

"You wouldn't mind watching the shop for an hour or two, would you Alice?" Margaret asked. They were the only ones down for breakfast and her aunt bent close to pour Alice another glass of orange juice.

"Course I wouldn't."

"We can drive into town in a little bit. My regular salesgirl is sick and I've got some business at the bank to see about." Margaret cleared the plates and ran the sink full of water. "I think I'll leave these dishes for Betty."

The mention of her cousin made Alice's tits tingle. She remembered vividly how Betty's pussy had looked with that vibrator going in and out of it. Or had it just been a hot sex dream in the middle of the night? Had Alice dreamed the thing about the banister, too? No, she could still feel that thick, slick wood sliding tip between her labia as her clit exploded as she slid inch by inch to the bottom.

"Alice, are you still there?" Margaret laughed. "What on earth were you just thinking about? You looked a million miles away."

Alice felt herself blush. Margaret's smile told her that her aunt had guessed that the thoughts had been pretty risque. Margaret save a little nod and turned to what she'd been doing at the sink.

"The hope Mitch hasn't been bothering you too much," she said, pushing her dark hair out of her face. "He can be a terrible bore. He things he's God's gift to women. But I can tell you for sure he isn't."

"I don't understand," Alice said. She guessed that it would be best to keep quiet and play dumb. She didn't want to start a family hassle anymore than Margaret did. But when it came to men, she was pretty weak. Even as her aunt warned her, Alice was remembering the way Mitch's finger had felt sliding into her tiny cunthole.

"Oh, you understand. Haven't you seen the way Mitch has been flirting with you?"

"I guess so. I thought he was just being nice." Alice knew she was blushing again. She knew that if Margaret turned, she'd see the guilt written all over her face. She picked up the rest of the dirty dishes and carried them to the sink.

"Oh, he'll be nice as hell to you all right," Margaret continued. "I just didn't want you to let him take advantage. I'm not embarrassed to say it Alice. My husband has a hard time keeping it in his pants when young chicks are around." Margaret smiled but there was a knowing expression in her eyes. "And you, my dear niece, are an especially sexy young chick."

"You make me feel funny, Aunt Margaret."

"Well, I certainly don't want you to feel unwelcome here." Margaret wiped her hands on a towel and tossed over the back of a chair. "Let's drive in to town and I'll show you how to mind the boutique, what do you say to that?"

"Sounds like fun," Alice replied brightly. "I've always wanted to be surrounded by new clothes."

"I'll even let you pick something out to keep," her aunt said. "Just for doing me this favor."

"Oh, wow, Aunt Margaret, you're super."

It didn't take Alice but a few minutes to understand how to use the charge card machine and how to use the list for people one couldn't accept a check from. Margaret left her with the instructions that she should pick out something for herself when she had time. Alice was thrilled. And she made it up in her mind that she was going to turn over a new leaf in her life. If she expected to stay very long with her aunt and uncle she certainly couldn't be getting embroiled in any domestic tangles. That meant she had to keep clear of Lee and Mitch. She would stay in her room from now on when they were around. Or at least she could avoid any kind of activities, which might put her in a compromising position. Especially with Mitch. Margaret's casual advice that morning had been pretty clear. Stay away from her husband.