Harry Stevens: Into sister, into incest

"Yeah, Pop," her brother Ron agreed.

"Sure," their father scoffed. "Then when it turns out to be one of these hillbillies around here, we can waste our time having to take him back to that jerkwater town. Forget it."

Approaching the blue car, Ben made it a point to speed up. They whizzed past, with the heads of Patty, Sally and Ron jerking around to make sure they were only passing a stranger. Patty, for one, was suddenly convinced that it was definitely more than that.

"Ben Wilson," Patty snapped at her speeding husband, "you turn this car around right now! I mean it. Unless blue cars like that are coming off the assembly line with dents in the same fender, I'm telling you that car is your sister's."

"I think Mom's right, Daddy," Sally piped from the back seat.

"So do I, Pop," added Ron.

"Oh, shit," Ben grumbled. "What a God-damned pain in the ass. I hope you're all satisfied."

Reluctantly he slowed down, then made a U turn and started back. At this point, his wife told him to honk the horn. When Ben resisted, Patty reached over and did it herself. That was when familiar heads bobbed up inside the blue car beside the road.

"See," Patty snapped, punching her husband in the arm, "I told you so. If that's not Linda and Marty, then I'm not married to the stubbornest man there is."

"I tell you I saw them. They just drove by, Mom," Marty insisted to his mother. "I'd recognize that car anyplace."

"Well, I suppose it is them," Linda agreed. "As long as they didn't stop, you can still fuck me in the ass."

"Oh, shit, now they're turning back around!" Marty blurted. "Look for yourself, Mom. Here they come."

Linda bolted up. Her son was absolutely right.

She and Marty must have set a record forgetting their clothes back on straight. Then, holding her breath, Linda opened the door and stepped out on the road to deal with the situation as well as she could.

"My car… it just stopped running." She gave her brother's family the best lie she could think of. "Marty and I… we were in the back seat looking for a screwdriver or a flashlight or anything that might help. I just don't have any tools and don't know what I'm going to do."

"Calm down, Sis," Ben said. "I have plenty of tools with me. And a gas can. Whatever it is, I'll fix you up right away. Then you can follow us the rest of the way to the lodge, so you can stay out of trouble, okay?"

Linda could think of no way to disagree, which meant she and Marty wouldn't be going back home after all. She watched her brother get out of his car and poke around under the hood of hers.

"Nothing serious," Ben soon reported to Linda, making no attempt to conceal his contempt of women drivers once he had the motor purring like a kitten. "You probably just flooded it or something while you weren't paying any attention to what you were doing."

Then he looked up toward the sky, which was rapidly turning as gray as slate.

"C'mon, let's get moving," he impatiently grumbled. "Looks like snow and I don't want to get caught in it. We're supposed to be skiing on the damned stuff, not stranded in it."

The lodge was the last place Linda wanted to be, but she made the best of it. Marty seemed to be holding up, too, keeping away from his horny female cousin, Sally with his uncle and other cousin, Ron, he went to get firewood, often jumping at the chance to get away from Sally.

This left Linda with her sister-in-law and niece. Patty was very talkative, her tongue loosened with a bottle of vodka.

Draining her glass after some small talk, Patty poured herself another and put some bite into the conversation by saying, "You know why I really asked you up here, Linda? Because I've got a problem. You're Ben's sister, so you know him better than anybody, probably. Maybe you can tell me what to do about the son of a bitch. I'm sure as anything he's cheating on me."

Linda raised her eyebrows in shock, knowing full well who the other woman was in Ben's life. Linda was really amazed that Patty would discuss such a subject when her own daughter was in the room.

Reading Linda's mind, Patty nodded toward Sally and said, "Oh, don't worry about my little girl. If it wasn't for her, I wouldn't know about how her father is screwing around. She's the one who found the matchbooks from that cheap motel."

Now Sally spoke up on her own behalf: "I keep telling Mom to just forget it, but she won't listen to me. She wants to get even with Daddy. Is that why you divorced Uncle Hal, Aunt Linda, because you caught him fucking somebody else?"

Linda flinched at her niece's choice of language, bracing herself with a big swallow of vodka.

"Don't mind Sally's mouth," Patty laughed. "Kids nowadays just tell it the way it is. You know what else my little girl says? Tells me that I ought to be glad her father's cheating. Because that gives me the right to pull the same thing behind his back."

"Well," Linda muttered after steadying herself with another swallow of vodka, "it's certainly been done. Nobody could blame you if you had an affair with another man."

"The problem with Mom, though, is that she isn't interested in other men," Sally saucily said.

"I see," Linda muttered again, finishing her drink and immediately wanting another to see her through this ordeal. "Well, loyalty is a fine quality under any circumstance."

"No, Aunt Linda, you don't see," Sally said, openly giggling. "Mom isn't hot for other guys because she wants to try something else, but she's afraid to go over the line. What she's really horny for is pussy! Can you dig it, Aunt Linda? My mom's a dyke down deep, but can't get herself out of the closet to save her life."

Linda looked toward her sister-in-law. Patty's red face was the blushing admission it was true. After helping herself to more vodka, Sally boldly continued, "I even offered to let Mom go down on me. She can eat my pussy anytime as far as I'm concerned. The way I look at it, being bi is only natural. We're all born that way. Fact is, gets my pussy wet 'n' sticky just talking about it. My panties are soaked right now, to tell you the truth."

"Now you've gone too far, young lady!" Patty snapped. "Don't push!"

Sally was charged up by alcohol. "You know what the problem is, Mom? I haven't pushed enough. Should have pushed you right out of the closet, you dyke bitch. Bet I could make you suck my pussy if I really wanted to."

"You wouldn't dare," Patty gasped. "Not in front of your aunt."

"Why not, Mom?" Sally sassed. "You think I don't know why you really invited Aunt Linda up here to the lodge? It's not about Daddy at all. Admit it, you're hot for her. You think it'd be all right if you make it with her because she's your own age, if only you could somehow get her to make the first move so you wouldn't feel so guilty."

Patty helplessly blushed again, her red face again apparent proof of her daughter's accusations.

"But I'm too drunk to back off now, Mom," Sally slurred. "You're gonna have to deal with me first. And if Aunt Linda wants to join in, that's her business."

Sally drained the rest of the vodka. Then she threw the empty bottle against the wall, laughing as it shattered and her mother and aunt jumped in their chairs.

"Got your attention, huh?" she crowed. "Well, this is guaranteed to keep it."

Sally wore jeans and a sweater. But, quickly, the sweater was pulled over her head and tossed aside. Underneath she wore no bra. Small and perfect, her young tits needed no unnatural support.

"Drool, Mom, drool," she taunted. "Bet you'd love to suck these titties, wouldn't you? I know something else you'd love sucking even more, and now you get to see how hot and juicy it is for you."

Dipping her hands to her slender hips, Sally peeled down her tight jeans. She hadn't troubled with panties any more than she had a bra.