Sam Davis - Hung up on incest

Dee fit. Of course, not everybody was as wild as Connie and some of the others. There was a broad scope of types, from the college teacher, living quietly below her, to shy Gary Chambers, almost directly opposite, across the pool. Only about a third of the tenants swung the sex scene. It was almost a cross section of the young set, other than the hippie-type.

But Dee fit in Connie's apartment. They seemed so much alike in many subtle ways. Even the way they dressed. Dee, made no attempt to appear anything other than naked under her robe.

Connie was just as nude under sweater and shorts.

Implications flew through Alice's mind, while impulsively lifting the drink to her lips, first taking a sip of the liquor, then swallowing several gulps. She needed it to face whatever was going to follow.

Ace, standing up, said, "Don't you think you ye played big woman long enough? It's about time you started growing up and facing the responsibilities of living a respectable and moral life!"

The words sounded terribly stilted, and Alice wished it was possible to take them back.

Dee started to laugh, but stopped when Connie raised her hand as if to silence the two girls.

"Look, Alice, your sister is really old enough to pick the kind of life that suits her best and…"

"Oh, come on. She's under age and…" This time Dee did laugh.

"What the hell do you know?" she finally asked.

Before Alice could reply, Connie stepped in front of her. "She's a bit hung-over, still."

"Then why the hell let her have drinks?" Alice eyes flared with anger.

"Hold on, Alice. Let's start at the beginning. Everybody is different. You can try dictating to a person, but they'll do exactly what they want! The trouble is that people think that by either drumming in morality or hiding their heads in the sand, so to speak, they can solve all their sex problems. You can't act like somebody doesn't want to be screwed silly, and you can't force one set of morals on a version against their will. My God, I've got friends who were raised in horrid moral conditions where sex wasn't even talked about! They were fucking around behind their parents' backs. You can't…"

"You're nothing but a slut!" Alice snapped.

Dee's laughter was background as Connie suddenly slapped Alice's face.

For a stunned moment silence followed, then Connie threw her anus about Alice; almost forcing her into an embrace, which wasn't completely sexless.

Dazed, Alice was submissive to the pressure of the other's form, the feel of her soft, cushiony tits. But Connie's words surprised Alice.

"I'm so… we're all worked up. Forgive me, Alice!" It sounded so convincing.

Dee's laughter stopped as Alice was gently urged onto the sofa next to her.

Connie sat on the other side. A hand was touching her shoulder. Alice felt stunned, on the defensive, and not knowing how it had all happened.

"I'm sorry," she managed.

"Let's finish the drinks… then I'll fix another round, maybe then we'll all be able to talk less emotionally," Connie instructed.

Without thought, Alice lifted the drink still clutched in her hand. Everything seemed disjointed, her whole life a formless series of mental battles against a sexuality that screamed to be free. She wished that Frank would walk in and take her to his apartment. She began to feel dizzy.

She finished off the drink, hardly aware of the other women. The glass was taken out of her hand. Dee lit a cigarette and handed it over.

Alice puffed. It tasted funny, sweet, almost sickening. But a quick, strange sensation assailed her body and nerves, and she inhaled deeply again. The room was slightly spinning.

Dee was saying, "Look, Alice, I'm sorry about what happened the other day. We have to come to honest terms about… us and…"

Connie was handing Alice a drink, which she thankfully took. She took a swallow, puffed on the cigarette, and then said, "You're all wrong."

"Talking about yourself or me?" Dee asked.

Alice had difficulty thinking for a moment, then said in a slurring voice, "About nothing. Dee, I can't force you. The folks don't give a damn… you aren't my responsibility… if you stay at the apartment… we'll come to some…"

"Terms?" Dee demanded, cuttingly. "I don't need…"

Connie cut in, "She means, there's no need to worry about that. Why don't the two of you just accept one another as you are? Don't make moral judgments. You are both totally different individuals with different personalities and needs. Can't you respect one another on that level? After all, you're sisters."

A hand touched Alice's cheek; it was sensual in a strange way. Fingers ran down along her throat, then shoulder, pressing it meaningfully, almost with the appearance of tense friendship, though suggesting sexiness.

Alice fought dizziness. "I want to lead my own life."

"That's right!" Dee exclaimed. "That's how I feel."

Connie's hand dropped to Alice's thigh, apparently an innocent, accidental action, yet oddly erotic.

Shaking her head, Alice tried to clear her mind. She was aware of strange, powerful sexual stimulation and couldn't figure out what caused it.

Alice quickly swallowed more liquor, then took a deep drag on the cigarette. It was making her highly dizzy. A tingling sensation gripped her groin.

Voices spoke, but they were puffing, blurred. Then things became highly confused.

Hands were touching her body, then something ran up along her thigh and made contact with her pussy, which was naked. God, it felt good, Alice realized in open shock.

Aware her eyes had been closed, Alice now opened them and stared at Connie who was naked, leaning over so that her large tits swung back and forth, within easy reach.

"What… are… you doing?" she cried, alarmed, yet at the same time aware of being highly excited. A finger was caressing up and down along the crevice between her pussy lips.

"Just relax, honey," Connie rasped. Her lips parted and moved very close.

Hands pressed down on Alice's shoulders and she realized that the two girls had stripped her of her dress and stretched her out on the sofa. Dee was standing behind Alice as Connie slowly crawled atop her.

Alice felt a woman's fleecy pussy caressed erotically as hands held her cheeks. Then Connie was undressing her.

"Come on, sister… you'll love it! She's wonderful. Much better than by yourself," Dee said.

Dee! her mind screamed in honor, unable to believe what was happening. How had it happened?

A tongue ran along Alice's lips and they parted, responding without will.

The two women were raping her!

After that only sensation attacked Alice's flesh. She became aware of tits touching hers. She arched up against the crotch that moved sensually back and forth. It was impossible to deny her animal instincts.

All sanity was gone. Alice was physically unable to push Connie's larger body away, and even though she tried once, she screamed in joy as the girl stayed atop her.

Lips started tonguing and sucking her nipples; hands were caressing her pussy; sensitive, well-trained fingers found places to stimulate in just the right way.

Alice was in a sexually rugged state where it all seemed like a dream. Yet it was happening and she could not combat the need being driven through every nerve. She was helpless.

Lips were kissing her pussy and a tongue rapidly jabbed at her, finding places that only Frank had known about.

Then she arched gasping, her body knotting in the ecstatic tension of orgasm.

After that the world seemed to spin. Somebody offered her a drink. A little later, still horrified by what had happened, but mentally numbed, Alice managed to focus on what was taking place about her.

For a moment she was almost sobered by the shocking visual images.