John Kellerman - Incest family

Margaret sat on her haunches watching with disappointment, the jizz drying on her face. She lay her head against Billy's belly and listened to the rumbles and sigh of his insides as the poor kid tried to regain a little strength. God had she ravished him! And it'd been the most exciting thing that had happened in her life. She put a finger gingerly against her raw hole and pressed the raw, red membranes.

"Rest darling," she said, eyes spaced. "I want you again. I've got to have more."

"Oh, God, Margaret! Let me loose. You could kill me like this."

"Then let's die together," she laughed, feeling crazy. Yes, she was crazy. Crazy as anybody in the damned family was. As Mitch was, running away with Alice like that. The sonofabitch. He was going to catch hell in the end. And he knew it and still didn't give a damn. Margaret let out a crazy laugh and Billy stared at her in fear.

"Untie me. God please untie me!"

"In a little while, my darling. In a little while." Margaret got up and walked slowly to the door.

When Alice came out of her faint, she knew that her uncle had lost his mind once and for all. He was speeding somewhere in the car; Alice had no idea which direction. He gave her a long, lusty look and turned his attention back to the road. For a while she drifted between semi-consciousness and sleep. Only the jar of being picked up and carried to the motel room awakened her enough to know that they had in fact stopped. Mitch poured himself a drink from a bottle of bourbon and stood at the foot of the bed looking at her. Alice had tried to speak but couldn't think of what to say. Her mound was caked with blood but there was no pain. She knew Mitch was going to fuck her again. And he did.

It didn't hurt. She'd been ready for the pain, ready to scream and beg for mercy. But instead she found herself growling, grasping his shuddering body as he pumped her full of hot jizz. She'd slept again. She'd awakened. Mitch was eating her pussy. That's why she'd stirred from the strange dreams that stayed with her all the time now.

"Ohhhh, Mitch, don't!" she'd sighed. And then she'd come. It had been almost painful, the orgasm. Her toes had reached for something – something solid. But there was only the mattress to dig her heels into. Then Mitch had rolled her over onto her belly and inserted his prick into her ass. That hadn't hurt either. It felt so greasy. Like his cock was covered with Vaseline. She'd come with a weak whimper and passed out again. The next time she woke up it was dark outside. Mitch was in the shower, singing some insane song. Weakly, Alice swung her coltish legs out of bed and tried to stand. It took her three times to make it to the dresser. She leaned against the chair and tried to focus on her reflection.

Her body was streaked with blood and cum. There was no telling what her uncle had done to her while she slept. Her rectum ached a little but other than that she felt no pain. Just very, very tired.

"I've got to get out of here," she told herself. She smiled back out of the mirror. It was a pretty thin smile. She saw the bottle of bourbon and poured some into a glass. The melted ice weakened it enough for her to get a couple of swallows down. "Oh, God, what does he want to do with me after this?" Old newspaper stories flicked through her mind. Stories about young girls kidnapped by crazed kinfolk's and taken to some lonely spot where they were sexually assaulted.

"No, Uncle Mitch wouldn't do that. That I know." She sipped more bourbon. He hadn't hurt her after all. But this running away with her, taking her out of Margaret's boutique, it was so crazy! Did he expect his wife to just look the other way? Of course he had probably made up some story to tell when he got back. Alice didn't think she could bear facing Margaret again if she had to return with Mitch. Better she come back alone. Maybe then she could tell her aunt what had happened. Maybe she could make Margaret understand.

"Yes, that's what I've got to do. Now!"

The singing in the shower continued. Alice found a towel, poured water from the pitcher over it. Then she cleaned herself up as best as she could. She dried on the bedspread and hunted for her clothes. There was only a terrycloth robe. Mitch had probably wrapped her in it and carried her out the back of the shop to the alley to his car. He hadn't even taken her clothes along. Had Margaret found them in the shop? There wasn't time for questions much less for answers. She threw on the robe and tied it in front. Mitch's keys were in his trousers. But just as she started for the door, the shower stopped and she heard her uncle drying briskly, still singing. She took the extra few seconds to tie tight knots in the legs of his slacks. Then she streaked to the door and jumped in the Cadillac.

The engine cranked and cranked and still wouldn't start, it would be just a few moments before Mitch stepped out of the bathroom and found her gone. Then he'd get to his pants. She didn't know how long that trick would delay him. Then the engine caught and she raced it and pulled the lever into reverse. The big car lurched, squealing across the lot. Mitch appeared at the door in his shorts. He looked so ridiculous that Alice realized she didn't really despise him for the liberties he'd taken with her. There were even some things he'd done that she'd never forget. But just for the hell of it she threw him the finger. Then the Caddy lurched again and she streaked rubber out of the motel parking lot and into the street.

She had to ask where she was at a service station and the attendant looked like he was about to climb in the front seat with her to make sure she got where she was going. She was relieved to discover that she was only a half-hour away from the big house and the lake.

"Anybody home?" she called. The front room was empty. She walked around the couch and was heading for the kitchen when she saw the pair of shorts on the rug. Beside them was a jock strap. Her brother's jock strap. Just holding it in her hand gave her such an odd feeling. She sucked in a breath and felt her nipples glow.

That hadn't ever happened to her. At least not before Mitch had taken her in that booth and then taken her again and again in the motel room. She was suddenly obsessed with the idea of incest. Maybe once a person indulged in it, it was like a drug. She thought of Billy again, his blond hair much like hers, his blue eyes like hers.

"What is Billy's jockey strap doing here?" she whispered in the empty room. She turned to the stairs and started up. She felt so strange. Like she'd become another person. Something had changed inside her. And the rub of her ravished pussy lips against her clit had her trembling before she reached the landing. She clutched the first doorknob she came to Billy's doorknob. She worked it and went inside.

"Ohhh, God!" she gasped, staring, hardly believing.

"Sis!" Billy turned his head. He'd been sleeping. Alice didn't see how. Not with his arms and legs all tied up like that. But then she was looking at the wilted shape of his cock. As she watched, it lengthened and thickened. The foreskin began to slide back from the tip as she watched the erection fill out with trapped blood. It held her gaze like some strange and exotic cobra. Her brother's penis. Her brother's prick. It was beautiful!

"Alice, what's wrong with you?" Billy pulled against the ropes. Alice heard his voice but it was like it was a hundred miles away. She kept staring at his cock. Then she let the terry robe fall from her shoulders. She stepped naked towards the bed. She could see only that hard, throbbing cock now. The purple head was getting big enough to slide out from the foreskin cover. It was glistening with slickness. She reached out and circled it with her fingers.

"Alice! Ohhh, Goddamn, Alice. Can't you hear me?"

"Close your eyes," she said. "Be still, be quiet." She swung her long leg over him and felt behind her ass for the stiff shape. It was fully erect now and she jacked the skin back to expose the feverish knob of meat that was the glans.