John Kellerman - The family secret

"I'll be back tomorrow. Maybe we can figure out a way to sleep together. Would you like that?" Kevin looked puzzled. She decided to let it drop for now.

But Mona hadn't even reached the house before she was plotting, thinking, trying to find a way to have Kevin for her very own. She knew it wasn't going to be easy. It might even turn out to be impossible. Her brother was a very demanding person. And there was something about her he seemed to need. Mona could guess part of it. They'd fucked for twenty years. Carl was sexually habituated to her. And he wasn't one to give up a habit very easily.

Since her rebuff by cousin Kevin, Vicky was half crazy with desire. She wasn't showing anybody, but underneath she could hardly think of anything else but sex. On Friday morning she'd stayed in bed late. Afraid to try anything bigger than her finger, she'd brought herself off until at last she lay trembling and weak and still not satisfied. Then she'd gone down to the basement where the exercise room was. Carl kept a couple of vibrators down there to relax his muscles when he played too much tennis. She settled for a unit that fit on her hand with elastic bands and sneaked it to her room in a towel.

"I hope this thing does me some good," she whimpered, plugging the device in and stripping off her nighty for the fifth time that morning. Her door was locked, there was a bottle of love oil on her bedside table. She was ready for another journey into sex-land.

Smearing her fingertips generously with oil, she turned on the button and pushed against her closed cunt. She'd already climaxed three times so the outer lips parted easily and she began to move against her clit. The vibrating movements of the machine brought the tiny nubbin bursting from its hood quickly. In fact the titillation's were so intense that Vicky found herself writhing on her mattress, gasping from the sexual storm that pounded through her slim body.

"That feels almost too good," she cried, jerking her hand away from her cunt. She stared at the buzzing thing strapped to her hand and felt suddenly depressed. "I don't want this damn thing rubbing me," she whimpered, "I want a real guy." She turned off the power and pulled the elastic down over her mists. Then she wiped her hands on a towel as she wandered over to the window to look down on the back lawn. She could see the guest house and through the trees thought she saw Kevin sitting on his chair.

"All he does is whittle all day. Doesn't he care about things that feel good?" She dressed languidly and, after hiding the vibrator under her bed, wandered downstairs. She was thinking of paying Kevin another visit. Maybe just talk to him. She glanced down at the pair of jeans she'd put on and squinched her nose. No, these weren't her best denims. She could surely find a tighter-fitting pair. Or maybe her bikini would even be more interesting to her cousin. She was on her way back upstairs to change when she heard her father talking to someone in the large side patio. There was something about his amused tone that interested her. She slipped up to the French doors and leaned an ear close.

"Since when did you become a therapist?" Carl asked, chuckling. Mona frowned at him.

"Oh don't make a joke out of it, Carl. If there's any possibility that I can make Kevin speak, don't you think I should try?" Vicky saw her father shake his head as if thoroughly amused.

"You're just not the do-gooder type, Mona. It kind of takes me by surprise." He looked at her in a funny way. "So you'd want to do this in the evening?"

"Well Carl, the child works with his carving all day. I wouldn't want to stop him doing that. It's all he has after all." Mona looked at her nails. Vicky thought she saw her aunt tremble slightly. "But in the evening I could work with him on language and sounds. I think it's just that he doesn't want to sound like an animal that's kept him from trying to talk. I can get a little tape recorder and…"

"But all the specialists said…" Carl began, getting up from his canvas chair.

"The specialists are often wrong," Mona insisted, rising too. "Don't you think it's worth a try? Just think how overjoyed his parents would be if I had some success."

Carl walked over to the bar wagon and made himself a drink. "I really don't think brother Gus cares much one way or the other about Kevin really. That's why he summers here from now on. Maybe I didn't tell you that's the way it'll be. If Gus had his way he'd give us the kid."

Vicky noticed that Mona seemed extremely excited.

"Well, maybe if he isn't loved at home, he should be here."

Carl waved a hand. "Hold on, let's not get in too deep. I don't even know if we should fool around with the poor kid on this speech therapy thing."

"Let me try, Carl," Mona pleaded.

"Well, maybe it wouldn't hun!"

Vicky left them talking and hurried upstairs. It did seem odd that Mona was so interested in someone else for a change. She'd always been extremely self-centered. Not that she wasn't nice and all. But she didn't have any interests outside her own world and had never made a pretense of any. Joining the rich matrons of Rocksford and raising money far the orphanage just wasn't her style. Vicky bit her lip as she taught of Carl and Mona going at it so hot and heavy that day in the billiard room. Yes, Mona liked to fuck too much to bother with being a do-gooder. But it would be neat if somehow Kevin were allowed to stay with them all year. A little thrill went through Vicky's body. She still had hopes of getting him to like her. How could she let her dream guy go without giving it a good try?

She chose an absolutely lawless little bikini. No American beach would allow it… well, maybe a few. It was only string and a patch or two of layered silk. Yellow silk at that. She even had to trim a few of her adolescent blond curls so that they wouldn't poke out around the crotchband. She twirled before the mirror, decided to unbraid her hair too. Then she found a little blue eye-shadow and dabbed a tiny bit on each of her lids. She didn't want to look like a hooker or anything. She just wanted Kevin to notice her. She padded downstairs, hoping that she wouldn't run into anybody. Not that they weren't used to seeing her in a bikini, but this bikini was a little extreme. Someone might figure she had ulterior motives in mind. Boy, did she ever!

Kevin glanced up when she approached. She was too far away to read his expression but as she came closer, she noticed that he'd stopped carving. His eyes were large and luminous.

"I wanted to apologize for the other day," she started, sitting down crosslegged. "I guess I wasn't much of a lady." Kevin swallowed hard, started to carve again. But his eyes kept straying to her belly. There was lots to see and all of it tan.

"Would you like to go for a ride on my motorcycle with me?" She watched his eyes. He seemed to be thinking her offer over. Then he smiled a little and brushed chips from his lap and T-shirt. "Neato," Vicky yelped, jumping up. She led Kevin down to the garage. Jim was bending under the hood of the Caddy when they walked up and he did a double take when he got a glimpse of the bikini. Vicky blushed but covered by sticking out her tongue.

"You act like you've never seen a girl in a bikini before, Big Jim."

"Miss McNarey," he grinned, "there isn't enough there to call that thing a proper swimming suit." When she pulled her bike out and threw a long leg across the saddle, he scratched his head. "If you get up much faster than thirty that little bikini is going to blow right away."

"Oh Jim," she said, motioning for Kevin to come help her. Together they pushed the bike down the driveway and then jumped on. The engine started easily and Vicky tooled down the private road that led to the blacktop that followed the oceanfront cliffs. Kevin seemed to be enjoying himself. She could feel his body close against her back and found it hard to suppress her excitement. What made it worse was the thinness of the little crotch piece that clung to her damp pussy. It was like wearing absolutely nothing at all. And the vibrations from the powerful engine made the delicate membranes shiver as she hit the highway and twisted the throttle open.