John Kellerman - The family secret

"I want to fuck you now," Kevin groaned, digging his hands into the softness of her ass.

Vicky's bottom plunged around, her thighs stretching wider to expose every last inch of pussy flesh to her cousin's ravenous mouth.

"You'll have to put on a rubber, my darling," Vicky gasped, her fingers tangling in Kevin's blond hair. She pumped her pussy up and down against his mouth. Her eyes were glazed with pleasure and her breathing was ragged. Mona wondered if she would come before Kevin got a chance to shove it to her. Then she realized that she'd become mesmerized watching the couple. Why was she putting up with this? She could stamp into the bedroom and break the whole easy affair up, couldn't she? And that would make Kevin hate her for the rest of his life. No, if she was going to win him back, it had to be with her pussy, not her will.

"God… Vicky, I can't hardly w-w-wait!" Kevin sighed, his tongue flicking and dipping and lashing out against the swollen lump of his cousin's clit. "Where are the rubbers?"

"Not yes, don't stop yet Kevin! Ohhhhh right there… just tease it a little!" Vicky lifted her ass high off the rug and made slow circles in the air. The sex butter leaked in rivulets from her slit as Kevin speared into her hole now, his tongue making a sucking sound.

The wicked thoughts that entered Mona's mind made her feel like an evil witch. But her jealousy raged hot obscuring everything but her desire to remove the lovely Vicky from Kevin's reach. And when she didn't see the rest of Vicky's clothing in the bedroom where the young couple were trysting, she knew she had a chance to change things to suit her better.

Mona hurried round to the front door of the guest house. It was unlocked and she slipped into the front room like a panther tracking a kill. Under her tennis skirt, her panties were soaked from watching Vicky and Kevin. But now she had to pull herself together and do what had to be done. Vicky's clothing. She had to find Vicky's clothes.

And then as her eyes scanned the worktable where Kevin's carving tools lay askew, she saw the faded, cut-off jeans. So Vicky had undressed in here before the two of them had retired for serious business to the bedroom. Her heart jumped with excitement. She grabbed the skimpy homemade shorts and plunged fingers into the first pocket she could find. Nothing. She searched, hardly breathing now, hoping that Vicky hadn't taken the rubbers into the bedroom with her. Then her fingers closed on a thin foil packet. She was shaking all over. At any moment one of them might come in to fetch the condom. She had to work fast.

Using one of Kevin's carving razors, she slit the package cleverly along one edge. With the transparent latex circle in her hand she knew she would succeed now. She pulled the delicate latex tight and picked up an especially pointed cutting tool. Using this scalpel-like thing, she gingerly jabbed the puckered tip of the rubber. There was a tiny slit there now, not big enough to notice. Kevin was so aroused, he probably wouldn't even look at the thing as he jerked it over his prick and rolled it down. Mona eased the rubber back into its foil wrapper and pressed the back edge of a knife along the seal. Unless someone were really looking for it, it would be impossible to know that the package had been opened. She put it back in Vicky's denim shorts and hurried out the front door. She made herself around to the window and leaned close again.

"Please, Vicky," Kevin gasped, "We want to…!"

"I know you do… look at you!" Vicky and Kevin were standing in the middle of the room in a loving embrace. Kevin's uncircumcised cock was pressed between their bodies but as Vicky pulled back and took the thing in both hands, Mona could see the dark, glistening tip already half swollen from its protective covering. Vicky dropped to her knees then and pulled the skin the rest of the way back.

"Little bitch," Mona breathed to herself as Vicky gave the slickened head a puckery kiss. Kevin's shoulders slumped from the excitement that rippled through him. He couldn't talk so good anymore. Mona saw him trying to put some words together unsuccessfully, then give up. Meanwhile Vicky's kiss had opened slightly and her pouty bottom lip was sliding under the spongy lobes at the bottom of his tip.

"I want you inside me too. But taking our time just makes it all better!"

"If we t-t-take much more t-t-time I'm gonna…" He grabbed her head with both hands. "Ohhh Jesus C-c-cuh-rist!" Vicky had pushed back his foreskin with her lips as she'd sucked the throbbing morsel into her mouth. A drip of saliva hung from her chin as she worked the surface of her tongue back and forth against the swollen head. Mona felt rage again. A helpless rage. There was nothing she could do for her own case now. She would just have to wait and hope that her little plot would give birth to plenty of trouble for her young niece. Then with Vicky out of the way, she could go after her unsuspecting nephew and teach him to adore her.

Mona didn't think she could stand to stay and watch Kevin actually put his cock in Vicky's cunt. She turned and walked towards the garage. Maybe she could take Carl's sports car for a drive along the ocean. Anything to get her mind off what those two were doing. Her panties were a mess from looking through the window at them.

"Hello Jim," she smiled as she came around the corner of the garage. Jim was adjusting the headlamp of the Rolls, his shirtsleeves rolled up to expose huge biceps. He gave her a quick once over. Mona had always appreciated the chauffeur's appreciation of her body. And he was always the gentleman about it. That seemed to make his attention all the more titillating. But he was just the chauffeur after all.

"Is Carl's Porsche in running condition? I think I'd like to go for a spin."

"We're waiting on parts, Miss McNarey," he said, tossing the screwdriver in the toolchest. "But why don't you let me give you a spin in the Rolls here? The backseat bar is stocked and you can have a drink while we tool along." He leaned against the fender, smiling at her. Mona knew he was looking at her thighs. Jim seemed to be a real thigh man.

"Why not?" she grinned, letting him open the back door for her.

As the big car oozed gracefully over the highway, Mona poured herself another drink and inched her panties down. It was such a long ways to the front seat and there was a glass in between anyway. Jim was never the snoopy type. A good chauffeur never was. She let the silken things puddle around her ankles without bothering to kick them off. Then, leaning back in the leather seat, she worked a finger down between her cuntlips. As the big car took a corner, her drink hardly sloshed.

Mona closed her eyes and thought of Kevin. She knew she could eventually please him more than any fickle nymph like Vicky ever could. How could Vicky appreciate that sweet, slender stalk that grew from his body? It was so young, so perfect in form and smoothness. She plunged her middle finger up inside her and thumbed her clit. A flood of juice dripped out onto her palm as she worked herself to a slow lather.

She sipped more scotch. The drink had made her a little sleepy. But she wanted to finish her pussy pine before she passed out on the comfortable back seat and let Jim drive her home. She kicked off her shoes, her tangled panties and stretched out. A little booze spilled on her chin as the car took an uncustomary bounce… took another. She finished the drink and dropped the glass onto the floor. It felt like they were off the highway. Who cared. Mona pushed the middle finger of her other hand inside her to join the other.

"Huuunnn… Ohhh my God!"

The car took a final lurch and stopped. Mona frowned.

"What is it?" She reached for the intercom button but before the speaker crackled to life, the back door was flung open. Jim was standing there looking down at her naked crotch. Embarrassed, Mona pushed herself up on her elbows. She was a little drunk.