John Kellerman - The family secret

"Kevin!"

"It itches so much!" He speared his tongue deep into her mouth, his hips lunging forward to bury his prick against the mouth of her womb. Then a violent shudder went through him and his eyes glazed completely. At the same instant, Vicky felt her resistance crumble. Her clit had been aching furiously. Now it exploded and her body seemed to be floating in a lake of pure pleasure. She gasped and fucked and clawed at Kevin's back as the throes of sexual joy knifed through her with a steady rhythm. And as her pussy closed down round her lover's shaft, she could feel the pulsing jets work their way to the tip and spray out into her body.

She fucked back with uncontrolled fury and when the sharp edge of reality forced its way into her mind, she just closed all her doors to it.

"Yesss… Ohhhh God yessss!" she cried, hanging onto Kevin's back for dear life as he worked her ass deeper into the sand with every lurch. And even as the thick seed began to leak out around the edges of her tortured hole, she didn't care. She knew that what was happening was going to mean trouble or hassle or maybe even worse. But with the tickling madness keeping control of her senses, there was nothing to do but fuck her heart out.

"Kevin?" She touched her mouth to his earlobe, nibbled lightly. "Kevin, are you still there?"

"Mmmmmm?" He pushed himself up on elbows and looked into her eyes. He had to be the handsomest guy she'd ever seen.

"Do you know what we just did?"

Kevin shook his head slowly, then smiled and nodded.

"Oh you! I don't think you're as dumb as you act." She pinched him on the bottom. Inside her his cock was slowly wilting. But her firm young muscles clasped it firmly as if her pussy wanted to keep it forever. She touched a fingertip to his nose and brow. "Do you remember speaking while we were making love?"

"Mmmmmmmm," Kevin nodded. He opened his mouth slightly as if about to speak again, then closed it. He was blushing. Vicky realized that it took something intense to shock the words from him. He was too afraid of making a fool of himself in a normal situation.

"Tell me what you told me a little bit ago." She smiled teasingly. "Remember? About love?"

Kevin blushed more furiously than before. He took her head roughly and kissed her mouth. It was a hard kiss and Vicky didn't like it.

"You're impossible. How are you ever going to learn if you don't try?" She grinned with a mischievous thought. "Okay, do you know what this is?" she said, touching the hilt of his cock. Kevin nodded as if to say that it was an elementary question. But Vicky insisted. "Say it! Come on, say it!" She formed the word slowly. "Cock."

Still blushing, Kevin formed the word. "Cock."

"And what you stuck it inside of is my cunt." She pinched him. "Say it."

"Cock." Kevin managed.

"I think you're wonderful." Then she frowned. "But I'm scared like hell."

"Sc… scare… scared?" Kevin stammered.

"Yes, my darling. Scared that you filled me full of sperms. Millions of them. Do you understand what I'm talking about at all?" Kevin shook his head and she could tell that he was sincere in admitting his ignorance. How could she be angry with him for not pulling out before he came? She kissed the bridge of his nose and then his cheek and worked her way sexily to his sensuous mouth. She teased him until he was moaning and his cock had regained a little stiffness. Then she gave him her tongue to suck. They lay there holding each other for awhile, moving gently in the afterglow of lovemaking.

"You'd do it again, wouldn't you?" she laughed, shaking her head. "You'd fill me full again just to make sure." Kevin seemed puzzled, but smiled because she was. She nuzzled in his neck and wished she could see what was going on inside her womb.

"I think I'd just about let you do it too. But we'd better get back. I've got some worrying to do about this." She brightened then, looked into his blue eyes. "But tonight I could sneak down to see you, couldn't I? I could find something for us to use this time." She smiled thinly. "Assuming I'm not already knocked up good and proper."

Kevin seemed excited about her suggestion.

"You come see me," he said falteringly, "tonight."

"Why?" she said, eyes teasingly narrowed.

"For your… cunt," he breathed, smiling proudly that he'd managed a complete sentence.

"And my cock."

Vicky hugged her arms tight around his back. She didn't know whether to laugh or cry. But she knew she wanted more of Kevin's cock in her cunt. She was sure of that.

Abby was on her way down the upstairs hall when Howell stepped from a doorway and caught her arm.

"Abby, I've been waiting to talk to you."

"There's nothing to talk about, dear brother," she said, lifting her chin and dropping her lids. "What you did the other night is absolutely unforgivable and you're just plain lucky I decided to keep it to myself."

"You enjoyed it. You know you did!"

"That doesn't mean I want to do it again," she said back, pulling her arm free from his grasp. "Now if you'll pardon me, I've got a date with Perry."

"Damn you! You dirty bitch. You want it. You just won't admit it." Howell was shaking his fist at her. His dark eyes smoldered even darker than usual. She was afraid for a moment that he might hit her.

"Howell, let me explain something to you." She took a big breath and tried to make her hands quit shaking. "You are my brother. Blood kin. That's what we are. There's nothing in the world that can change that. When you… raped me the other right."

"It wasn't rape!"

"It was darned close!"

"Look," he said, jerking his pants. Abby tried not to, but her eyes were drawn down. In her brother's hand she saw the streamline shape of that thing that had brought her so much joy the night before last. She felt a tremble of raw lust go through her. Yes, it had been good. Howell could fuck circles around any boy she'd had relations with so far in her life. But she had to get control of herself.

"Excuse me, Perry's probably here already."

"You won't get by me so easy," he snarled, forcing her up against the wall. His hand went under her dress. She tried to cry out but her cry turned to a whimper as his finger curled under her panty crotch. He gouged the thin silk aside and forced into the clenched circle of muscles. A flood of juice smeared his knuckles as he wiggled deep into her pussy. Then slowly, forcefully, he moved the finger in and out, fingerfucking her as he forced her ass cheeks hard against the wall.

"Howell! Ohhhh you monster! Ohhhh!"

"See, you're as hungry as I am. You need it, baby, and don't kid yourself that you can do without my cock in your pussy." His mouth covered hers. She whined and tiled to twist away, but her brother was a strong man. He had her wedged into the corner of the hall, his finger raping her freshly bathed cunt, his mouth forcing her lips back from her teeth. She had to suck his tongue then as his free hand found an opening under her blouse and stripped a cup from one heavy breast.

"Nooooo! Ohhh Howell, I hate you!"

"But you want me too. I know it. I can feel it." His finger jabbed as if to stress the point. More of her hot juice baffled his hand. He worked his hips up close. She was in a sexy, weak daze. She was aware of his cock touching between her thighs. He made her part her legs more and then bent his knees. She couldn't stand up much longer. If Howell hadn't been holding her there, she would have collapsed.

"Nooooo, you wouldn't do it, not here, not like this…!" Her voice sounded far away to her own ears. What was going on to make her submit to such indignity? She clawed weakly at his chest. He was so close. Her brother. Her loving brother. And then something was happening. He was holding her panty crotch out of the way.