She knew that once she had recovered, once her cunt started to itch again, that it would be hard for her to settle into the old routine with Jack. He'd rub her cunt, kiss her tits a bit, and tell her to suck his cock until he got hard, then he'd climb on top and stick it in before she was really heated up. Unless she played with herself first, she had a hard time coming.
Until this morning's events, this hadn't really bothered her. Sometimes Jack fucked her twice, and by the second time she was ready to blast off. If not, she either went to the bathroom and finger fucked herself or waited until he went to sleep and did it in bed. But now this convict had aroused her long-repressed, long-denied primal, incestuous urges.
Even if she wished, she wouldn't be able to keep Jerry away from her body, now.
"Come on, son," she said, sighing, lifting and making him get off her back. "Let's clean up a bit. Would you like to take a bath with me, hmmmm?"
She no longer cared that some stranger had watched her as she lewdly swallowed horse cum and was fucked by her son. In fact, the knowledge that she and Jerry were putting on such a depraved show secretly added to the kinky thrills she was experiencing. She'd never had a chance for even mild exhibitionism before. She was discovering that not only was her body built for showing off, but that some latent streak of masochism made enjoyable what a day ago she would have considered degrading!
She smiled lazily, her legs trembling as she stood and her tits slapped into place. She lifted them toward Jerry.
"Gonna lead me out by these, lover, or by my clit?" And she thrust her hips boldly forward.
CHAPTER FOUR
While Karen was out, Jack discovered that the phone lines had been repaired and attempted to call his wife. There was no answer, but he assumed that she and Jerry were checking the animals. He would try later.
When his sister returned with the groceries, she allowed Winston, her Great Dane, inside with her. She saw how Patti fussed over the big dog, and asked if she would mind drying him with a towel, and then feeding and combing him.
"How about using the spare room?" she suggested. "He can make quite a mess when he's excited." Patti agreed happily, for she hadn't liked thinking about poor old Winston out in all that wind and snow.
"And you," she said, turning to her brother, "can help me put these canned goods away in the back."
As Jack followed his sexy sister he studied her jiggling ass and realized that she wasn't wearing anything under her lightweight dress. Once in a while the light would hit the thin fabric just right and silhouette her shapely legs and fabulous tits, and Jack felt his cock thicken. Shit! What a time to get a hard-on! He could hardly wait for bedtime, when he'd be able to slip into Patti's room and let her drink his hot cum.
Right now he couldn't pull his eyes from Karen's plump, firm ass as it shivered and rolled with her steps. Staring at it made him recall how it had looked in the bathroom, bare and upturned, her full, pink asscheeks clenching and unclenching around her dainty little asshole as she slavered in her shaggy-fringed cunt.
His cock was soon straining mightily against his tight pants, and his mind raced with ways to get Patti alone within the next few minutes. His balls felt so full and heavy that, if he'd been alone, he would have whipped out his prick and beat it until the walls and floor were covered with his thick cum. His face felt hot and he sensed the blood pounding in his ears as he recalled his session with Patti.
Just a few paces in front of him, the woman who had caused his horny state was herself filled with incestuous lusts, and deliberately swayed her hips as she thought about her brother's peeping. Knowing Jack, he'd milked his prick dry while watching her lick her cunt. Damn, what a waste of cum! She felt hot cunt juice seeping between her plump pussylips and coating the insides of her inner thighs. She gave a little shiver even though the furnace kept her house quite warm. She'd purposely asked Jack to accompany her because the storeroom was at the far end of the house, well away from where Patti was busy with Winston.
So, if she didn't lose her nerve, her niece wouldn't be able to hear the groans and cries of her anticipated climax. It was sort of funny, Karen thought, for her to be the one to lose her head like this. When they were kids, she'd been the one to slap Jack down and, after his marriage, had teased him about his lust for little girls as a teenager. Beth thought it was all a joke, never realizing that Karen was talking about herself.
She'd watched her brother at the breakfast table. Even before he offered to help with the dishes, she'd seen him eyeing her big tits with more than brotherly interest, and knew that he'd go wild when he finally had those melons in his hands.
It would be fun to let him share in the seduction, even if she did most of the leading. No matter how it happened, Karen was determined to get her brother's cock inside her hungry cunt. She turned as they entered the storeroom.
"My God, Jack!" she cried, her eyes dropping. "What have you got in your pants?" She pretended to be shocked at first, then dubious.
"What'd you do?" she asked as he stammered. "Stuff some rolled up socks in your shorts?"
"No! No… I… hell, it just happened, I…"
"Nobody's that big, little brother," Karen said, shaking her head. "I knew some teenagers stuffed their shorts with socks to out-macho their friends, but it's not a trick I'd expect you to pull at your age, especially on your sister."
Jack's face was red and his mouth was hanging open. What could he say? Shit, his damn cock was still stiff, completely unconcerned by his embarrassment.
"I'll bet you're pretty small," Karen was saying. "Otherwise you wouldn't feel the need to exaggerate. I've read about guys like you, usually three or four inches who know they're inadequate…"
"Damnit, Karen, shut up!" Jack cried, stung into defending himself.
Karen laughed derisively, but inside she was seething with kinky desire. Teasing her older brother about the size of his cock was turning her on even more. "So I hit a nerve, eh? Not more than four inches, I bet!" She laughed. "Poor Beth…"
"That's not fair!" Jack said loudly, trying to reason with her. "You know I… I can't disprove it!"
"You can't because I'm right," she said smugly. "I dare you to prove me wrong!"
When he turned red and mumbled, she taunted, "Any excuse to hide your puny prick, eh? Don't worry, a measly four inches won't offend me. And I certainly wouldn't bother mentioning such a little incident to anyone."
Jack stared at his sister and brought his hands to his zipper. She just stood with her hands on her hips and stared back at him defiantly.
"I'm gonna do it," he warned her.
"Bullshit. You don't have the guts."
Jack yanked his zipper down suddenly, and Karen laughed. "Go ahead," she said. "Fish around in there, see if you can find it."
His sister's words gave Jack enough courage to reach into the opening and grab his hard cock. Karen licked her lips with anticipation. He had to bend it to get it out, but suddenly there it was, standing straight out from his pants, large and pink-skinned except for the broad, purplish cockhead.
Karen gaped at the size of her brother's prick as it majestically nodded up and down, dripping pre-cum in long, clear strings.
"Are you satisfied now?" he asked, pride and horniness battling with his self-control.
Karen decided to play the innocent, little girl. "I… I've never seen one that big," she said, her eyes wide.
Jack smiled, pleased. "Not even Bob's?"
"That piss-ant?" Karen shook her head, keeping her eyes glued to his dripping cock. She acted nervous, shifting her stance and edging nearer.
"It's awful stiff," she whispered, looking into Jack's hungry eyes. "Was… was I the reason?" She dropped her eyes and managed a blush. "But I'm your sister, Jack."