"I love you… Dottie! I've got to…"
He was clumsy and inexperienced; she managed to guide his finger to her clitoris, and when she was ready, she helped him to get his erect and pulsing penis into the proper position, after he had, himself, tried… and missed. With proper surprise, she remarked his size and virility.
"Oh, Gabe… i-it's so huge… it'll hurt me! N-No!"
Blinded by passion, proud of his virile cock and sure that he was the first, he had gone into her with a rush of youthful vigor, jackhammering his virgin cock into her like a young, rutting bull, concentrating on his own enjoyment and his great need to cum to the exclusion of all else.
… But, had he been aware, he would have known that he could not possibly have been the first. She was not virgin, although her cunt was tight and firm around his rampaging cock… and she was too knowledgeable, even though she had tried to hide her experience behind a facade of demure maidenliness. He had been too callow… too raw a youth, and he fell into an ages-old trap.
Dottie exploded into orgasm under his pounding cock, screaming out her pleasure to the stygian darkness of the orange grove. "Ohhhhh! Oh, God! Gaaaaaaaaabe! I'mmmmmmmm cuuuummmmmiiinnnggg! AAaaaaggghhh!"
His own ejaculation was not far behind her soaringly rapturous ecstasy. The liquid fire of his sperm shot from him deep up into her belly. Christ! He had never felt anything like that before. It was wonderfully new and strange… and he loved her for it! "Oh, God! I love you, Dottie!"
Then… it had been two weeks later — there had been other nights of clandestine sex, wild, carefree and careless, in the back of his station wagon parked in the orange grove — when she had told him, "G-Gabe… you keep s-saying you l-love me… a-and I–I love you, too… but now w-we've got to do s-something about it…"
"What do you mean…?"
"We've got to g-get married… I'm going to h-have a b-baby!" she told him in a rush.
"My God! How do you know… for sure?"
"I'm sure!" she said. "N-nature doesn't lie!"
Within another two weeks, Gabe and Dottie were married. There had been the usual family recriminations, but in the end Dottie had moved into the Scott house where the newlywed couple set up housekeeping.
I was a blind, stupid fool… any son-of-a-bitch could have figured it out! Dottie trapped me… made me think that Charity was my kid…! And, she fooled me… for all these years! Of course, Donnie's mine… there's no doubt about that!
He nursed his drink and waited. She would have to come back, he told himself; Dottie's little bastard daughter would have to come back, because she had taken nothing with her. She had merely left for a few hours… But, when you get back Charity, baby… I'm going to give it to you… but good!
All his hate, his frustrations and his failures were concentrated in a warped plan for revenge… against his wife's daughter, Charity.
Don Scott and Ray Donahue had skipped out of school. They lounged on a grassy mound on the downtown shopping mall, their conversation centering around possible ways of raising their stake before they split for the streets.
"We could hit a liquor store or a service station…" Don suggested. So far he had avoided telling Ray about the robbery of the salesman; he had no intention of telling him. Hell! He might want a split… because I used his gun!
"It's too risky, Don!" Ray told him. "I don't dig that! They really lay you out on that kind of a charge… if you get caught!"
"You got any better ideas…?"
"Whatever we do it's got to be safe!"
Ray looked off down the street to where a vaguely familiar figure was seated near a fountain. "Hey, man… isn't that your sister…?" He pointed.
"Yeah… it sure as hell is!" Donnie's heart skipped a beat. What the hell is she doing downtown?
"Man… is she built! I'll bet she's a real mink… when she's turned on!"
Without thinking, Don reacted to his statement with an affirmative, "Yeah, man… she's something else…"
Ray looked at him in disbelief. "Like… are you saying you've laid her… your own sister…?"
"I didn't say any such thing!" Don barked.
"Don't try to put me on, man… I heard you, and I saw the way you looked at her!" Ray said. "You must've fucked her!"
"… And, what if I did…?"
"You trying to save it all for yourself?" Ray leered.
"What are you driving at…?"
"Christ, man! It's right in front of you! Spread a little bit of her sunshine around… Don!"
"And…"
"And we've got that bundle of bread!"
"Hell no! That'd be just like…" He caught himself before the words were out of his mouth, as he realized that he was going to say: our mom! He finished the unspoken part weakly, "You know… like making a whore out of her!"
"You meant to say something about like mother, like daughter, didn't you?" Ray grinned.
"You really lay it on, don't you?" Don snapped. "Where'd you get that idea?"
"Hell, Don… this town's too small! The word gets around pretty damned fast!"
Don sighed and turned away. "Yeah… and we're the last to find out about it!"
"… But, that's your mom's bag… right now, we're talking about that gorgeous sister of yours," Ray went on. "I know I'd sure as hell like to lay her!"
"Cry your eyes out… because you'll never get the chance!" Don retorted.
"Why not? If you turned her on… I sure as hell can, too!"
"How?" Don queried.
"I've got a way… believe me! It hasn't failed yet!"
"Bullshit!"
"Can I try?"
"Like you know, man… she's got a mind of her own! But I don't think you'll get very far!"
Don told him. He was sure in his own mind that Charity would not be taken in by anything Ray could tell her.
"I asked you can I try it!"
"Yeah, man… go ahead!" Don said, airily. "But I'm going to watch you work!"
"But no interference!" Ray warned.
"Okay! No interference…"
"Split… and meet me at my house… my folks are gone… some kind of meeting in Chicago…"
"When?"
"Oh, like an half hour."
Don rose to his feet and ambled down the picturesque mall toward where he had parked his motorbike next to Ray's enclosed van. Christ! This is crazy! I'm going to be watching… while he tries to get Charity into the sack! That's what I want, myself…! And, I didn't want some other guy in on the act! Come to think of it, though… there's a lot of sharing, like that… when you're on the street!
No really straight thinking about any of her problems had come to Charity. To say that she was confused and hurt would be a gross understatement. The anguish she experienced was almost unbearable. Within a short space of time, she had undergone shock, extreme shock that had shattered her whole existence. Her sense of having been betrayed was an overriding feeling within her. First: she had seen her mother with another man, discovering that her mother was a prostitute. This had been made clear to her by her mother's participation in an obscene sex act… for which she had been paid; secondly, she, herself, had been a party to incestuous sex with her brother, Donnie. When she had gone to him for solace, he had offered her something different than she had expected or wanted. Much against her will, she had progressed from joining him in smoking a marijuana cigarette to full-blown sex. It was her first, but she had vowed to herself that never again would she be so weak as to allow Donnie that intimacy, again! It was wrong… so terribly wrong!
… But, she had enjoyed it. The rapture, the ecstasy of the moment was more than she had ever dreamed! She had soared to bursting orgasm under him, but still that sense of right and wrong was with her, strong in her to the point of disgust. After all… sex activity between brother and sister was one of the strongest taboos of civilized man, and she had violated it! Dear God! It'll never happen again! That's one thing I know for sure…! I'll never let Donnie know that we're only half-sister and brother! Heaven only knows what he'd do!