Anonumous: The prodigal virgin

And not even the realization which flashed over her half-stimulated senses that, for the first time, she had admitted in words a carnal knowledge of her brother, served to rouse her from the luscious trance in which she persistently lay.

“I’ve seen it-and touched it-so there!” whispered Edith. “You and your bare sisters aren’t the only ones to have glorious fun together. And-oh, Henry-how I did want it inside me! But we were good-pretty good, anyhow. Henry, you are stretching me! What-oh, what!”

Slowly boring his incestuous way within his sister’s body, Herbert Allison heard all this whispered colloquy between husband and wife merely as meaningless sounds. Every nerve in his sinewy form was aflame as this long-obsessing passion for Edith became actuality.

Already the knob of his organ had passed within the rosy, distended borders of the girl’s moistening sex. And it may be that this glorious sensation of aching pressure recalled to Edith a certain occasion in a compartment of a westward-bound sleeping car, an occasion when a bulb that she had thought impossible to take in had contrived to force its way within her.

Since then she had known many an enraptured bout with her husband. And yet, even after all of that, her slit still had all the sensations of the close-lipped, virginal resistance and the slowly rising rapture which had crowned that experience with her brother.

Many a time in the few years which had elapsed since that trip she had dreamed of the episode. And now, when that episode seemed to be repeating itself while she was in an agreeable coma, the delusion that this great object was that of her spouse suddenly disappeared from her clearing mind.

She opened her dark eyes, from which all languor had fled now.

“My God-oh, God in heaven!” she cried hoarsely. “It is you, Herbert! Why-how!”

She made a weakened effort to start up, with a consequent effect which caused her to groan with a mixture of consternation and rapture and to flatten out in trembling helplessness upon the bed.

For, posted firmly on his knees between her parted legs, her flaming and maddened satyr of an aggressor met her movement with such a pressure that their united activities sent the male engine another full inch within the body of the young wife. And pinwheels and rockets of ecstasy burst within Edith’s nerves, and she could only pant and stare with wide, unbelieving eyes into the contorted, lust-reddened face of her brother.

Her whirling head assured her that, only a minute earlier, she had heard the voice of her husband addressing her on this very topic of Herbert and the latter’s physical endowment. Was this-was there a plot afoot, a plot in which her brother was the innocent instrument even if the guilty aggressor? Could it be that Henry had schemed to get her thus gloriously degraded in order to have this lovely horror to hold over her head, perhaps to divorce her in case some lewd hussy should have fascinated him?

“Oh, God, Herbert, where is Henry?” she cried. Her teeth chattered in her head.

“Go away-he must be near-he’ll see-and be furious with rage!” she gasped. “He m-may-w-want a d-divorce!”

“You’re out of your little head, my darling,” said a suave voice in her ear.

Tender, lascivious hands fell upon her naked and heaving breasts to pet and soothe them gently.

“Don’t affront my eternal love for you by having such ideas as those,” whispered her husband, as she turned wondering dark eyes to find his blue ones within inches of her head. “Just fuck nicely with your brother, Edith, and have the glorious time you’ve been longing for all these years. Don’t worry about anything, for I’m loving you more every second. It’s been in my mind to.”

And this colloquy was of sufficient force to give even the lust-crazed Herbert pause in his entrancing occupation. His eyes flaring and his body quivering, he halted in his penetration, with his member more than half-buried between his pretty sister’s thighs. But he crouched above her still, with a glare in his eyes and a tenseness of body that defied anyone to rob him of his prey now.

But the half-crazed Edith, exalted even more by finding her husband actually presiding over this scene and too maddened by the sudden cessation of that slow movement of Herbert’s tool within her, began to buck and heave so tumultuously that she unhorsed her brother.

With a low growl, he would have resumed possession of her person but Henry pressed him aside with friendly hands on his shoulders and a low voice in his ear.

“We’ll have her together,” he whispered huskily. “We’ll ram her a few times just to reassure her and start her going again. Then I’ll slip aside and you can finish her.”

Herbert growled again deep in his throat. Then, kneeling beside the pair with his fine member swaying and turgid and glistening, he stared in lascivious pleasure as he saw his sister impaled slowly upon the erect rod of her spouse.

Edith stiffened and moaned as she was penetrated anew, and almost instantly was sighing beneath Henry’s body. Even as he penetrated her, her husband reasoned with her.

“It’s an obsession with both of you, wanting a piece of each other,” he said. “You mustn’t be ashamed of it, but give way to it. I shall enjoy it, darling, I pledge you my word, instead of feeling outraged or angry. Give our Herbert a fine fuck and you shall have that emerald necklace we saw at Peacock’s.”

“I-I shall be so fearfully ashamed!” whispered Edith, her fine features crimson and her soft lips working convulsively. “With you looking on, especially. But I’ve told you, dear, I’ve been hot for him for a long time, though I’ve been trying to fight against it.”

She began to apprehend slowly the peculiar lust which permeated her spouse as he strove to bring about this abnormal conjunction, slowly but powerfully she realized that it would be unspeakably pleasant to commit this incest beneath the very eyes of a husband who would be completely delighted by every detail of its progress.

And so, almost out of her head and breathing from a parched throat she gave no resistance now when her husband withdrew and surrendered her to her brother.

“He was fearfully excited when he came in an hour or more ago,” whispered Henry to his wife as the latter shook and gasped under Herbert’s renewed penetration. “He had been out on the dunes, although it was already one o’clock in the morning. Something he had seen must have wrought him up terribly. And then, when I opened the door and he saw you naked on the bed and sound asleep!”

“Oh-o-o-o-o-o-h-by God-how big the monster is!” was the gasping, enraptured wail of Edith. “It seems impossible-every time he p-puts it in! What was it, Herbie darling, that you saw out on the sands that made you want to do such a terrible things as this to me?”

“No matter,” panted the young man. “Oh, God, but you’re wonderful, Edith. Your darling cunt takes me like a glove and hugs my prick all over! I would swear you were a virgin!”

“You’ll know better than that in another few seconds,” was the stammering contribution of his sister. “But-you’re so m-much bigger than-what I-I am u-used to! Oh-oh, m-my God-I-I!”

She paled slowly, her face drained of blood and her eyes closing, as her brother gradually sank his weapon to its full length within her.

“Lie like that a minute, dear one,” murmured the gloating Henry, sitting now on the edge of the bed. “He is a goodish bit more formidable than I, isn’t he, darling? And the added inch and the added bulk make a lot of difference. Lie still and get use to it. Ah, that’s better. The rose is beginning to bloom in your cheeks again and I can see your eyes rolling. Tell us what the devil it was that drove you nuts out on the dunes, Herbert.”