Barbara Jean's mind was suddenly filled with a vision of Erik, so very much like his father, though not quite so big in the cock department yet. She thought of Erik's perfectly fanned cock buried within her mouth, his fresh virginal jism flowing into her throat.
I've just got to fuck that guy, she thought. Christ, it's hard to think of three such fucked-up people in the same family. Not one of them knows the first thing about fancy fucking.
"Just be careful, please," he said. "If you get her upset, it might have the opposite effect. She might never want to fuck again."
"Oh, I will, Johan," Barbara said. "She is my sister, you know. I wouldn't want to do anything that would hurt her, ever. And we both know that there's no way our fucking can hurt her, right? You just leave it to me I'll think up some way to get some sense into Betts' fucked up mind."
"It would be great if you could, Barbara," Join mid. "If she could only fuck me the way you just did, I think I'd die right on the spot. Do you know, I can't even get her to… well, to go down on me. The most she's ever done is just kiss the end of my dick, and even then I could tell she didn't want to do it."
"Oh, you poor baby," Barbara Jean said. "Why, your big cock's just made for sucking. Giving you head would be a pleasure. It's not often you run across that much meat on the hoof, stud."
"Do you really think so?" he asked, beaming proudly.
"Just wait, fucker, until you get out of here," she said. "You get me alone with your cock, and I'll show you what the word blowjob really means." Barbara Jean winked lasciviously at Johan and let her tongue stick out of her mouth, moistening her lips provocatively.
Johan felt his fucked-out cock give an involuntary lurch and he knew that his randy old cock would be working up a new hard-on just from listening to Barbara's exciting words. But now his meat just nestled heavily against his thighs, arching down over his thoroughly drained but unusually large balls.
"Just you wait," Johan said, "I'll take you up on that. I've never met the person who could suck my cock the way it should be sucked."
"Well," she said, "you have now, donkey dick. It's a date. I owe you one special head job. Only now, as much as I'd like to hang around until you can work up another erection, I think I'd better leave and give the nurses a chance to get at your hunky body."
Barbara Jean winked good-bye and Johan's enraptured eyes watched her buttocks undulate sexily until the door of his room closed behind her wanton, sexpot body.
"Hi, Erik," she said. "Did you come to see me?"
"Yeah, sure," he said, flopping down on the grass. "Why don't you sit down here and rest."
"Okay, for a while, I guess," Denise said, sitting down beside Erik and nervously plucking at the grass.
Erik, trying to remember all the things his aunt had told him, and the things she did, let his hand rest casually on Denise's bare skin just above her knee and below the bottom of her shorts. "Gee, Denise," he said, "I never noticed before, but you're kind of pretty."
"If you say so," she said, looking at his hand on her leg and feeling it testing heavily there and… well, she wasn't quite sure, but it did seem to be moving just a bit closer to her shorts.
"I mean, well, you're growing up," he said, staring at the front of her T-shirt where the twin tipped mounds pushed the thin fabric out. "And your mouth, your lips are sure pretty."
He leaned over and kissed her quickly on the lips, just barely touching them, but he could still taste her flesh on his mouth. At the same time his hand moved noticeably higher, almost but not quite to the edge of her shorts.
"Oh," she said, "you can't do that."
"Okay," he said, "then I guess I didn't. But you sure taste good. You know, you shouldn't be ashamed of your body, and the way it reacts. I just learned that."
Denise was quite aware of the way her body was reacting. Already a faint glow was forming just beneath her groin and spreading through her pussy. His hand was hot to her flesh and his fingertips were moving slowly beneath the edge of her shorts, touching her pale white flesh.
"Something really exciting happened to me, too," he said.
"Oh yeah, like what?" she asked, fighting off the urge to push his hand away from her.
"Promise you won't tell anyone?" he asked.
"Well, sure," she said. "I guess you're just about my best friend anyway."
"I… I," he stammered for a moment, then blurted it out. "I… had sex. Really. And it was good."
Denise was astonished and it showed in her face. "I don't believe you," she said. "You're just making it up. How did it happen? What did you do? Tell me."
"It just sort of happened," he saw, pushing his fingers higher up inside her shorts, finally making contact with the lace-trimmed edge of her tiny panties. "The first thing I knew I didn't have any clothes on and she was down on her knees in front of me and she just… well, she put my thing in her mouth and sucked it until… until I… uh…"
"Oh, that's disgusting," Denise said, her hand flying to her mouth to cover it.
"Oh, no," Erik said, taking her hand in his and bringing it quickly to his crotch, pushing it against the hard outline of his cock and at the same time slipping his fingers inside her panties and touching the dampness of her pussy. "Can't you feel mine? I can feel yours."
Denise broke free of his grip and stood up abruptly, jerking his hand out of her shorts at the same time and releasing her grip on his cock as if it was a red-hot branding iron.
Erik jumped up and called after her, "Tomorrow, after school?"
"Yeah, I guess," she called back, not even looking over her shoulder to see him, to see that heavy erection pushing out the front of his tight cut-offs. She was far too occupied with the nagging throbs deep within her belly, coming from somewhere inside her unused cuntal walls.
CHAPTER FIVE
Betty Sue Swensen was tortured and condemned to the eternal fires of Hell. She did it all for herself. ADULTERESS!
The word kept ringing loud and clear inside her mind, threatening to drown her in remorse while she sought forgiveness for the depravity of her wanton ways.
She didn't give a single thought to the incestuous relationship she had been maintaining with her younger sister for well over twenty five years; that didn't count. It was natural, a sister thing. But allowing Dr. William Montgomery to have his way with her body was the ultimate sin, the final shame that condemned her forever and branded her. She was sure that in the eyes of anyone who looked, she was a promiscuous slut and a hussy.
She kept reliving the scene in the antiseptic smelling examining room with the strong Dr. Montgomery pushing her down on the table and latching her arms and feet to it.
"I realize it excited you, Mrs. Swensen, to watch me with that little tramp," he had said while securing her to that awful torture table. "You're going to enjoy every minute of it."
The awful man had actually touched her. He had pried around inside her cunt, poking and stretching her tissues, stroking her clitoris in the most wanton fashion, causing her cunt to become moist and itchy.
Just as quickly as it had all begun, it was over, and his cock was out of her cunt and she was off the table and they were just doctor and patient again.
She hated the man for what he did to her, for forcing her to have intercourse with him, for forcing her to take his awful old dick into her mouth and suck on it, for forcing her to take his awful old dick up into her cunt where he filled her full of cum and pleasure and both were so bad they were good and she was so very confused.
Betty Sue washed her cunt out with a heavy wash cloth until she thought it was raw, but still the pleasant sensations remained to plague her mind, to turn her away from her remorse, from the guilt she felt, and bring her to a very unreal reality.