Harry Stevens: The family_s hot relations

"You don't know what you're talking about, because you don't have a cock and you've never fucked her."

"If I had a cock a foot long and I was dying of horniness, I'd jack-off until I bled before I'd ball that old hag," Christy sneered. "If you wanna fuck Mom, that's your problem. I guess you're as hard up as she is, you poor jerk."

"Well, then, where does that leave you, Sis?" Bud charged. "I notice you take every chance you can get at my prick."

"That's different," Christy pouted. "I'm young and pretty. Can fuck anybody I want. I don't have to make you screw me the way Mom does."

"She didn't have to make me," Bud replied. "Mom gave me my first piece of ass and I was glad to get it. If she hadn't taken my cherry, I might've never had the guts to come on with you, Sis."

"So what?" Christy haughtily said. "I can fuck any guy I want. If you want Mom instead of me, you're welcome to her."

"Yeah, you talk a good game, Sis, but I know different," Bud sneered. "You're just as desperate as you claim Mom is and you know it."

"Prove it!" Christy bristled.

"Okay, I will," Bud replied in a steady voice. "That night of the party, for instance. When you walked in on Mom doing a number with Uncle Ken, why did you pretend to be so shocked when you knew that she'd been fucking me all along to begin with?"

"I-I…" Christy stammered.

"I'll give you the answer," Bud interrupted.

"You wanted Mom out of the picture. Thought you could get her so worried that she wouldn't dare get it on with me anymore as long as you were looking over her shoulder. And, meanwhile, you counted on me being so pissed off when I found out Mom had screwed Uncle Ken that you'd have me all to yourself."

"It's a lie! A Goddamn fucking lie!" Christy screamed.

She reared up, striking out at her brother with her fists. Bud dodged her blows, then grabbed her arms.

"No, Christy, it's the truth," Bud hissed. "And I'm going to make you admit it."

"Never! Nothing you can do…"

"Don't be so sure of that, bitch! I have my ways."

Bud slapped Christy across the face. Then again and again, until she started crying. When his sister was sufficiently weakened by his blows, Bud grabbed her shoulders and wrestled with her on the bed until he had her pinned face down. Straddling her thighs, he grabbed her asscheeks and lifted her butt until she was shakily propped on her knees. Bud pried his sister's buns apart. He shoved his cock into the split of her ass.

"What are you doing to me?" Christy groaned.

"The one thing I've never done to you is fuck your ass," Bud said. "Well, let me tell you something, with a cock as big as mine it can hurt a chick like hell. I'm gonna butt-fuck you until you tell the truth. You'll either give in or I'll rip you to pieces, bitch."

Bud drove his cock like a cutting blade into his sister's asshole.

Christy screamed with pain. But she did not give in.

Bud slammed forward again. By the time his crotch was through surging, his entire prick was buried in Christy's narrow shit pit.

"Hurt enough for you?" Bud cruelly taunted his suffering sister.

"I can take it!" Christy defiantly answered. "Take it… and more!"

She started moving her ass, purposely working Bud's hilted cock within her tight anal channel. Bud retaliated by draping himself over Christy's back, grabbing hold of her dangling tits like they were handles. He squeezed them so powerfully that the spongy flesh oozed between his gouging fingers.

Incredibly, Christy laughed in response. "You'll have to do better than this, big brother!"

The struggle continued.

At the window, the children's mother watched with breathless alarm. Jane didn't know what to think, what to do. She was spellbound, her mind and body frozen with shock.

"Had enough, bitch?" Bud yelled.

"Never!" Christy hollered back. "Go ahead, butt-fuck me all you want. This was your idea in the first place. I expect you to finish what you started. Or, Goddamn it, I'll finish it myself on my own terms."

Christy swung her ass from side to side, whipsawing Bud's cock. For the first time he was the one wincing in pain. The tide was turning. Before long, Christy had taken charge of the action.

"Fuck me, fuck me!" she shouted. "Fuck my ass until you come! I'll twist your Goddamn prick off at the root unless you come in my ass!"

All of a sudden, Christy lurched backward, forcing her brother to give ground. Bud lost his balance. Ass-first, Christy bulldozed him, tipping him over.

Christy rocked back. Shifting all her weight to her butt, she pinned Bud's shoulders to the mattress as she mounted him. She was sitting on her brother's cock now, taking it straight up her ass.

Slowly she turned to face Bud, twisting his cock in her shit pit. Her hips rose and fell, completely dictating the rhythm of the butt-fucking.

"God, Sis, you've gone crazy!" Bud gasped as his sister moved her tight asshole up and down his standing hard-on.

"Just tell me you don't dig it and I'll stop," Christy answered.

Bud glared up at his sister and their eyes locked. The butt-fucking continued, with Christy anally jerking her brother's prick from the head to the root. Bud cracked. Gradually, his grim expression melted away, replaced by an almost dreamy expression. A smile split his face.

"Yes, I dig it, Sis," Bud admitted. "What ever made me think I could get the best of you? You're really something."

"Better than Mom?"

Bud nodded.

"Then come in my ass, stud, and prove it."

"You get it, Sis!"

Bud's crotch surged, stabbing his prick to the farthest reaches of Christy's asshole. His cockhead then spurted with liquid flame.

Christy took her climaxing brother's cum with a howl of joy. She thrashed her hips, corkscrewing Bud's hilted prick as it erupted in her shit pit.

"Fan-fucking-tastic!" she exclaimed. "My ass is on fire!"

Outside the window, Jane finally turned away. She had seen and heard enough. Jane's heart felt like it was going to break. She saw a gulf between her children and herself that seemed to stretch for miles. Could it ever be bridged? Right now Jane wasn't strong enough to think about it. All she wanted to do was slink off somewhere and lick her wounds.

So she left.

She wound up wandering the streets again. Eventually she found herself in another bar. But this time all the alcohol in the world couldn't have put a dent in her pain.

"You all right, lady?" the bartender asked.

"Sure, jus' fine," Jane slurred. "Whatsa matter, think I'm drunk?"

"Something like that."

"What if I am? That's my business!" Jane snapped. "Gimme another drink."

"It's my business, too, lady," the bartender answered firmly. "I've got a license to protect. No more booze for you."

Jane lurched up from her stool to argue with the bartender. It was a mistake. Her reflexes were too blurred by alcohol to respond to such sudden movement. Jane lost her balance and crashed to the floor.

The bartender looked down at her and shook his head with disgust. "I'll call you a taxi," he sighed, reaching for the phone.

A few minutes later, Jane was being stuffed in a cab.

"Where you going?" the driver asked her.

Jane was alert enough to know that she didn't want to go home. She gave the cabbie the first address that came to her mind. 967 Juniper Street. Her brother Ken's place.

A life-long bachelor, Ken lived alone in a swinging singles apartment house. After the taxi had delivered her there, Jane puttered around the building until she found her brother's front door. She let herself in with a key that Ken had given her once when he was out of town so she could water his plants.

Stumbling into the darkened apartment, Jane headed straight for the bedroom. Feeling dizzy, all she wanted to do in the world was lie down and pass out.