Grace Wilkinson - The family reunion book I

John didn't know just why, but just as he reached the acute, mushrooming peak of his orgasm, and his head snapped back, he opened his eyes once more. From his mouth came a long wail of pleasure, and once more he saw the image of himself in the smokey mirror above the big round bed. But something struck him as odd. All he could see of Carrie was her blonde, still bobbing head, and her flowing silver gowned figure upon the bed, but in his imagination… and perhaps because of the cloudiness of the mirror, she bore a striking resemblance to their young daughter Tricia. He was stunned momentarily by the thought… but then remembering that the mother and daughter had always looked alike in certain ways, he pushed the thought rapidly from his mind.

The last drops of his semen were warmly accepted by Carrie's still hungrily milking lips as he felt his knees weakening. He felt her pulling him forward, and slowly his spent cock slipped from her sperm-flooded mouth as he fell onto the bed beside her.

"Did you like it, honey?" she asked, breathlessly, licking her glistening lips eagerly to absorb all of him she could inside her.

"You bet," he replied, reaching for her languid body. Before beginning the love-making he knew Carrie would expect from him now, John couldn't resist looking up at the ceiling again. This time he was looking for the resemblance, and found it immediately. As he pulled his wife's voluptuously willing body close to him, John wondered just what his daughter Tricia was doing at that moment that was making him think so much about her!

"I don't care what he thinks," Tricia thought as she brushed her teeth in the bathroom of her apartment in Queens. "He's not going to get me to give in to him!"

"Tricia!" Ike's voice came booming from the bedroom. "Hurry up in there… everything's almost ready!"

Tricia felt tears coming to her eyes as she heard her husband's voice. "Why does he have to be so belligerent?" She wondered aloud, staring at her honey blonde good looks in the bathroom mirror. Her short pink baby-doll nightgown gave her a little girl appearance that was not contradicted by the gleaming curls of her golden hair that fell softly to her shoulders. During the day she usually wore it pulled back in a black velvet bow, but at night she always let it fall in bouncing curls that framed her delicate features. This was an "order" from Ike, who insisted that she always look a certain way when she came to bed. At first Tricia hadn't minded at all, being flattered that Ike paid so much attention to the way she looked. It had seemed wonderful to have a husband who cared so much about her, and such details as her hair and clothing. However, as time passed, she came to realize that there was really little to be flattered about. It was all some kind of formula for him. She was like a grown-up doll that he liked to dress in certain ways, and then he would force her to do exactly what he wanted!

Tricia splashed cold water on her face, and then applied a skin freshener with a cotton ball. Her clear blue eyes sparkled beneath the heavy water dotted lashes as she thought about Ike telling her he had a "surprise" for her tonight! She didn't want any more surprises. In their short six-month marriage, she had already had enough. He was always coming home from his job at the TV repair shop at night with some new gimmick, and Tricia was afraid that he had something especially obnoxious planned for this evening.

"Tricia! Did you hear me?"

"Yes, Ike, I'll be right out… just a minute!" she replied. It was depressing, she thought as she sprayed herself with Ma Griffe perfume… she had counted on having a nice quiet evening on the night before they left for the country. She was looking forward to taking their vacation with her parents at the "Family Reunion" that her father had planned. She particularly wanted to see her father. Since her marriage to Ike she had seen him so little, and she missed him. She did not tell Ike that her dad usually called her at home once or twice each week, during the day while he was at the shop. Ike would have had a fit. He had never gotten along with the old man, claiming that he had too much influence over Tricia… whereas he, Ike was the only person who should have any kind of say in her life now that they were married!

"What are you doing in there?"

Tricia jumped at the harsh tone of her husband's voice.

"Why must you treat me like a child???" she hissed, in a tone low enough so that Ike would not be able to hear. But she was unable to gather up the courage to show him this inner anger, and she hurriedly went to open the bathroom door, having completed her evening toilette.

"I'm sorry…" she started saying, but stopped short as she entered the bedroom. Her mouth hung open from the shock of what she saw. The entire room was illuminated with flood lights, and they pointed directly at the bed which had been carefully made down. Ike stood over at the chest of drawers fiddling with what looked like a large camera, while on the other bureau stood a new television set.

"Wha…?"

Ike beamed and turned toward her, pointing the camera in her direction. To her amazement, Tricia saw her own image appear on the television screen.

"What is this… Ike… what on earth is going on?"

"It's a video tape machine, babe… come on in… why don't you get over there on the bed right in the middle like a good girl… I'm gonna set up this camera!"

Tricia could tell from the excitement in her husband's voice that he cared little about what her reaction to this strange new machine was. He was like a little boy captivated by a new toy.

She stood uncertainly in the doorway of the bathroom, looking at the tiny image of herself on the 10 inch screen. It was fascinating, but there was something horrible about it too. She was being televised and the image was being instantaneously projected. She had seen this type machine in a department store once, but had never dreamed that one day one would be photographing her in her nightie in her own house. As she watched the image suddenly changed and there on the screen was the big double bed. The full impact of what was going to happen dawned on her and she took a step backward into the bathroom. It was like watching a set on a TV program, only she was to be the star performer in this story!

Ike looked over at his wife. "Great!" he thought, "she's wearing that shorty gown… she looks terrific tonight!" Hungrily, he took in Tricia's shapely teenage figure as it was clearly outlined beneath her shorty gown by the bright flood lights. He could feel his cock rising as his eyes roamed over her large melon sized breasts. He was going to give them a good sucking tonight! Gleefully he put the final adjustment on the camera so that it would remain fixed upon the bed, and pressed the "record" button.

"This is gonna be good!" Ike said, approaching his young 18-year-old wife.

Tricia pulled back as he reached out and grabbed her arm, steering her gently but firmly toward the bed.

"Ike, you don't mean… Ike… I can't!!!"

"Not so…" Ike replied swinging her about and letting her go so that she landed squarely upon the bed. "You can do anything you want to do!" He was watching the screen to see that the camera was properly focused. It was.

"Now act nice sweetie," Ike said, beginning to remove his sport shirt and trousers. "Afterward I'm gonna play the whole thing back for you and you can see how beautiful you are!"

Tricia hadn't realized that the camera was also recording… so that the image that was being played across the screen could be stored away afterward and replayed again and again! She squinted up into the impossibly bright lights. All she could see of her undressing husband was a vague shadow. The tears came in earnest now, and her cheeks glistened with wetness. And she had wanted romance! All her life she had been a romantic little girl, looking forward to the day when she would be married to the perfect boy of her dreams. How could she have ever been duped into thinking that Ike was that boy?! She wondered why she stayed married to him… why she didn't leave him (as her father guessing at her unhappiness often suggested). She couldn't explain it even to herself. After all she didn't have to put up with his antics! Ever since their wedding night when he had forced her to pose naked with nothing but a pair of high boots on while he took Polaroid pictures of her in every lewd position possible, he had subjected her to one humiliation after another… and now this…!!!