Eric Courtney - The married sister

"What?" Gail said stupidly, feeling a wave of lewd curiosity come over her.

"Yeah," Lee went on, smiling. "Two girls. Met them in a commune I visited and they liked that sort of thing."

"Really? That's terrible," Gail said with a little giggle.

"What are you laughing for if it's terrible?"

"I don't know. I feel so… funny."

"Yeah." Leaning over, he began stroking the back of her arm. Despite herself, she let him do it. It felt so good, sending a tingling sensation all through her body.

"What did you do?" She couldn't help asking the question as she bit her lip in anticipation.

Lee kept on stroking her arm, running his fingers up to her shoulder. "I balled them. We fucked."

The word "fucked", hung in the air and Gail felt an involuntary tingle down between her legs as she heard the word. Her legs were crossed and she wondered hazily if he could see up her dress to her panties.

Looking down at her drink, she asked, "And… what did… they, the girls, do?"

"They took turns fucking me and then went down on each other while I watched." His other hand began stroking one of her knees, pushing her skirt back.

Gail's heart was pounding and her mouth was dry. Her mind was imagining what it must have been like and paying no attention to what his hands were doing. Besides, it felt good, exciting her and making the idea of her own brother in bed with two women all the more exciting. It was wrong, it was evil, it was depraved, it was carnal, yet it was exciting. She had looked at her brother full of dazed, drugged wonder. He had actually done such a thing! It was unbelievable. "You're making all this up."

Thinking back, reliving every moment of the night with her brother, Gail put her head in her hands and wanted to cry. If only she had gotten up at that point, or at least forced his hands away, it might have been different.

Yet, now, she knew it would have been the same. Details might have changed, but the end result would be the same. Lee had wanted it to happen and, now, only now, could Gail, full of despair, admit that she too had wanted it to happen.

She had no chance. She was drugged, she had no idea of how much she had drunk. Lee was telling her lurid details about his night in bed with the two girls, describing their bodies and what they did to him in lewd detail, and his hands were all over her body.

Lee had said she was too tense. How had he put it?

"You're uptight. Relax." Thinking of his exact words, she went back to the night, determined to relive the whole thing. He had suggested a massage and she had stretched out on the floor on her stomach and felt his strong hands kneading the flesh around her neck and shoulders. "Oh, that feels so good!" she had sighed.

And she let him go on. Her own younger brother had unzipped her dress and his fingers gently massaged her bare flesh. She had only murmured when he had unclasped her bra. She lay quiet, sighing with pleasure as his hands caressed her back and she felt an intense pleasure that somehow lulled her mind while pleasing her body. This was the first time she had felt any physical affection since Rod had left and it was so pleasant and everything was happening so easily as Lee said, "I can't get at your arms and shoulders with this dress in the way."

And Gail had actually helped him get it off until she was lying with the dress down around her waist, her whole back naked, her breasts crushed under her in the bra. It was wrong what she was doing, naughty, bad, but so very very good. And, after all, she rationalized through the marijuana haze, it was her brother.

The music, light and dreamy, was still playing on the radio and Gail found herself listening in rapt pleasure as she felt his hands working their way down her spinal cord, toward her buttocks. Her excitement increased as she felt his fingers probing lower and lower, pulling down her panties until his fingers were working soothingly at the deep crevice between her buttocks. Just as she felt she must say something to stop him, he returned to her shoulders, gripping them as he leaned over and whispered, "That feel good, Sis?"

"Mmmmm," she had murmured and he began all over again. She closed her eyes as she felt the fingers on her back. They were strong and sure and she liked the feeling and a wild thought filtered through her drug dimmed mind… just once, one time in my life, I'd like to be in an orgy with other naked people. Just once!

His hands were going lower this time, slowly going over her back to tease themselves in the soft yielding crevice of her buttocks. His hand was actually under her white nylon panties now and just inches from her now unprotected anus that suddenly became alive with feeling and she was aware of her vagina, pressed into the rug underneath her. Her pussy lips were swelling against the tightness of the crotch band of her panties and she could feel a slowly rising moistness in her vagina. It was a warm slippery feeling that excited and tormented her and she flexed her inner thigh muscles to relieve the lewdly growing sensation.

"You're tense, Sis. Relax and enjoy it." Her brother whispered hotly behind her ear. He was bending over her, his body close. She could feel the heat of his breath on the nape of her neck, sending a prickly sensation down her spine to where his hand was now massaging the smooth rounded cheeks of her buttocks under her panties.

"Do you think this is right?" she asked, surprised how low and sexy her voice had become.

"Does it feel good?" Her younger brother asked, ignoring her question.

"Oh, Lee, it feels great, but… should we be doing this?"

The boy laughed and shifted behind her, taking his hand away.

"Okay, now just relax. Don't move, Sis," he said in a soft, hypnotic voice. "Just let your mind drift and enjoy the feeling."

It seemed forever before she felt his hands on her ankles, massaging them and moving them around. He pulled off her shoes and began massaging her feet as his voice continued in a low singsong way, "Just relax, total relaxation. All muscles relaxed, just relax and feel good, just relax nice and easy, relax." He went on talking with a hypnotic tone as Gail felt his hands moving up her legs, moving over her calves and on up to the knee and to her thighs! Gail felt her vagina swell again as she felt him pushing the hem of her dress up and massage her soft inner thighs in strong young hands.

With an ease that surprised her, he spread her legs gently apart and the band of her panties tightened up between her thighs and she felt one lip of her vagina slip free and the elastic legband of her panties were tight on her clitoris and so aroused and excited her she had to fight against the temptation to move her buttocks beneath his teasing fingers.

Her mouth was open, parted, and her eyes closed as she felt his fingers lightly teasing the insides of her thighs. She still had her stockings on but, in another few inches, he would be above the stockings and touching her bare flesh. Could he see up under her dress? Was he looking now and seeing where she was staining her panties wet from so much excitement? Could she stand much more of this teasing? What, she wondered, was she doing? She had never felt like this before. What did Lee think he was going to do to her, his own sister. Was it really possible?

He spread her legs wider, forcing them apart with his strong hands. Then, taking his hands away, she felt him slowly push her skirt up around her waist. It caught under her and pulled the crotch band of the soft nylon panties excruciatingly tighter between her open thighs. Now the band slipped, bit, deeper into her cunt slit and, as he bunched the dress around her waist, she felt the band slide into the deep crevice between her buttocks.

God, she thought, I'm so exposed and hot! I must look like one of those awful girls to him!