John Kellerman - The family secret

"Damn you Howell," she breathed, knowing tat she would leave her door unlocked. And she'd bathe and perfume herself too. And she'd put an something lawlessly sexy for her brother. "Incest," she sighed, putting a hand to one of her big breasts. It felt swollen and tingly. Like it needed Howell's hungry mouth sucking at it. "I'm going to fuck my brother's brains out tonight. And I'm going to enjoy every minute of it…"

"Really Carl," Mona said, "I don't think the boy is really together enough to be hanging onto the back of Vicky's motorcycle while she blasts up and down the highway." Her brother lifted one eyebrow. It was the signal that he was going to be sarcastic.

"Who doesn't like a little blasting around once in awhile?" He put down his coffee. "And why are you so concerned about Kevin? He seems to be doing quite well."

"He's my nephew too," she said, feeling that her argument was becoming suspect. She tried to think of another point to make but couldn't. Carl was always one-upping her when it came to arguments. "He's so vulnerable," she tried.

"But Vicky is a perfect companion for the kid," Carl laughed. "And she's obviously got a crush on him." He lit a cigarette and let the smoke curl from his nose as he went on. "Kevin never had a girl because of his handicap. I think it's damned healthy that he learns a little bit about the good old birds and bees."

"Those children are first cousins, you know." Mona felt her face flush when she said this. She hoped her brother didn't discern the quaver in her voice. Surely he wouldn't suspect that she'd indulged in a little family hanky-panky.

"First cousins can get away with murder nowadays," Carl chuckled. "And anyway, you're one to talk. After all the years we've been putting it to each other," He patted her thigh lovingly, "Eh sis?"

"Just because we let a bad habit get away from us…"

"It's a good habit as far as I'm concerned." Carl rubbed the spot he was touching. "I always could get my rocks better with you than anyone else. I think I would have married you if we wouldn't've started a ruckus."

But Mona wasn't thinking of their happy fucks together. She was thinking about young, blond Kevin out somewhere with that sex kitten Vicky. Vicky looked absolutely edible. And that bikini she'd been wearing when the two of them had come into the yard on that motorcycle! No, one really couldn't call it a bikini. And by the dazed look on poor Kevin's face, he'd seen under those little yellow patches of silk. Oh she could strangle that Vicky! She could absolutely strangle her! She glanced at her watch.

"I guess I should be getting down to give Kevin his lessons," she said, making sure her voice was matter-of-fact. Carl scratched his muscular chest and smiled wryly.

"The way I see it, Kevin probably likes the kind of lessons Vicky gives even better."

Mona huffed, off and hurried across the cool lawn towards the guest house. The sun would be down in an hour. It was going to be a beautifully warm night. She was imagining all sorts of wicked things with Kevin. Maybe they could find a place under the trees behind his room. On the grass. Under the branches with stars glinting through. She wanted so much for him to need her like she needed him. And everything had been going to nicely. If only Vicky hadn't twisted herself into the poor kid's mind somehow. Mona hurried on towards the back of the estate.

She heard the voices first. Vicky's voice and someone else. Then she stopped, shocked. Kevin! He was actually making sentences, however crude. She came forward to the side of the guest house.

There was a high hedge which hid her from anyone's view who might happen along the walk. The window was open and from inside she could hear a record player softly going.

"Yesssss…! Ohhh Kevin darling… like that!"

Mona was almost afraid to step the final yard up to the windowsill. She found herself shaking with rage. She knew by the husky sound of Vicky's voice that something carnal was going on in there. But as mad as she was, she felt drawn. She bent low so as not to be discovered and edged forward.

"You smell good Vicky," Kevin said, "you smell just wonderful." The words came out a little awkwardly but sounded lovely to Mona. Until she remembered that they were directed at another female besides herself. She realized that her eyes had failed to focus on the scene. It was because she didn't want to see it. Then she did see and she bit her bottom lip hard.

The two youngsters were on the floor in the middle of an oval throw rug. Vicky was wearing a shrunken, faded T-shirt. That was all. And even that skimpy piece of clothing had been hiked up to uncover one adolescent breast. Her braids stretched out on either side of her head. The bright red ribbons tied at the ends made her seem even younger than her fifteen years. And the wispy blonde curls between her thighs added to the youthful effect.

Mona had to close her eyes for a moment. But when she looked again, Kevin was still doing those… awful things to the young girl. Of course if he'd been doing them to her, Mona thought, everything would be wonderful.

"Softer… yesss. Ohhh Kevin… Kevin!" Vicky's bites were bent. She was holding her bottom off the rug. Only her shoulders and the tips of her toes touched the floor. And her flat, young belly heaved with the excitement. Mona again forced herself to look at what Kevin was doing. She saw his tongue fuck out into the glossy mess between her niece's outer lips. The plump, untanned lips were opened to expose the most delicate pink petals Mona had ever seen on a woman. Could she truly blame Kevin for feasting on something so beautiful? A droplet of juice oozed down the underside of Vicky's ass cheek. There was a sucky sound as Kevin's tongue probed along the length of the girl's slit. Vicky's legs trembled then and her toes fanned on the throw rug.

"You are s-s-so soft," Kevin stammered, giving one glistening petal a kiss and then pulling the morsel between his teeth. Again Mona saw his tongue fuck. He had found the sensitive nubbin of flesh and was urging it from its hood. Vicky could hardly speak now. Her bottom lip was clenched tightly between her teeth and her small fingers curled and uncurled against the rug. She was breathing hard. Unconsciously, she rubbed a palm across her bared nipple. Mona saw the tremor of excitement go down her body in waves.

"Kevin… My sweet, wonderful Kevin!" Vicky cried.

"It makes me get so hard when I-I… lick you," Kevin murmured, pushing his mouth between the feverish lips of Vicky's pussy again. Vicky smiled, her eyes still closed.

"I'm glad it makes you hard. What does it make you want to do?" For a moment it seemed that Kevin was too busy devouring the mushy insides of his cousin's pussy to speak. Then he pulled his mouth away slowly. He was breathing hard.

"It makes me want to… to f-f-fuck you Vicky."

"Why darling, ohhh tell me why!"

"Because inside you're hot. So h-h-hot and s-s-soft."

"Does it feel good to you, Kevin?"

"Damn right," he grinned, seemingly proud that he'd managed a short sentence without stammering. He put a finger on either side of Vicky's pussy again and eased the lips wider. Mona gritted her teeth as she saw more of the pink lining exposed. The blossomed flesh seemed to excite Kevin to fresh fever. He moaned and wallowed his mouth into the dripping heat of Vicky's body, his tongue lashing out, plunging downwards towards her hole.

She lifted her ass even higher off the floor. Mona hated to see it all happening but had to admit that the girl was a study in graceful eroticism. She looked like she'd been born to fuck. Every movement, every gesture was natural. As if she'd done it all her life. And Mona knew that that couldn't be so. The raw scar-tissue around Vicky's hole was testament to the fact that she'd been a virgin until very recently.