When it was over, she kissed his mouth with her cummy lips. Billy staggered up, dazed. He held to the back of the chair for a long while before daring to test his legs.
"Boy, if your daughter had came in," Billy said, shaking his head.
"Betty isn't even here today," Margaret said, wiping her hand under her chin. "She told me she was going to town." Margaret came over and took his hand. "Now why don't we go upstairs. I haven't even had a chance to take off my clothes yet."
"You sure it's okay?"
"Of course my young and innocent darling." She lifted her hair up and tilted her head. "Kiss my neck, please." Billy took her in his arms and did what she wanted. She could feel the still firm sag of his cock against her. She wanted more of it. Lots more. She'd suck him hard again and let him fuck her in every position known to man! She was going to have a feast while she had the chance. When Mitch came back he'd surely bring his cynical, bored mood back with him. But now she had the run of her house and she had her young nephew and she had a bad case of horny to boot.
"Ohhhh, hurry darling, let's go to my bedroom."
"Maybe my bedroom would be better," Billy put in.
"If you feel more comfortable there, I'm game." Margaret smiled wickedly. "Do you have any rope?"
"Some nylon cord I use when I go camping. What do you want with that?"
"I want to tie you up, darling. I've wanted to get a man tied up ever since I can remember."
"Sounds kind of weird." Billy let her pull him towards the staircase.
"It is. And it's wonderful. You'll see my sweet Billy, you'll see." They went up the stairs arm in arm.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Betty was very quickly going bananas. It seemed that everybody was having a ball except her. Just when she thought she'd had Billy in her little hot pocket, he'd gotten vague and spaced out and all tangled up in her mother's clutches.
"My own mother! It's enough to make you puke." Actually there wasn't anything particularly sickening about it. Betty was just plain old jealous. And now she had the added guilt of what she'd come to with her own brother. After hours of their old little game of carnal knowledge, Betty had broken down. She'd tossed away the rules they'd always used and begged Lee to really do it to her. Crying from the guilt, Lee had put his cock into her smoldering hole. Betty had come almost instantly but Lee had been more emotionally tangled from the intimacy and pulled out before his rocks had exploded. He'd sat cursing on the floor, his own hand finishing the job. Betty had wanted him to have as much pleasure as she had. Lee hadn't waited to listen to her soothing words. He'd gone to his room and locked the door. A day had passed and Betty hadn't seen him. Until five minutes ago when she'd turned the block by the Walgreen's and seen him duck inside. She parked and followed. He was trying to hide behind a paperback when she came up.
"Looks good, why don't you buy it?" She poked him in the belly. "Except it would probably be more exciting if you turned it around. Unless you like to read upside down."
"You better leave me alone, Betty."
"My own brother? If you have something bothering you I want to talk it out."
"You know what's bothering me."
"The fact that you put your cock in my pussy, most likely."
"Hey, be quiet would you?" He glowered at her. Betty saw how his eyes were like Margaret's when he was mad. She wanted to pinch him for being such an ass about what had happened between them.
"Didn't you like it?"
"Like what?"
"Like fucking me?" Betty pushed out her chest a little. She'd dolled herself up that morning and her green eyeshadow heightened the haunting effect of her large eyes. She touched her brother's arms, let her fingernails dig in a little.
"You know what Betty?" Lee said, shaking his head. "You need help. Psychiatric help."
"After all the times you've pushed that vibrator into me? Maybe we'd both better go see a shrink." Lee started to say something else but bit his lip instead.
"I've got to go somewhere," he stammered finally.
"No you're not. Not this time. You always run away just when the fight gets good. I'm not going to let you talk yourself into being some kind of sex martyr. There's absolutely nothing wrong with what happened the other day. Except the junk you've got in your head."
She followed Lee around an aisle. He stopped to tell her to go to hell and she sidled up close before he had a chance to get the words out.
"Oh, this is convenient." She plucked a small package from the rack in front of them. "Prophylactics. Condoms. Rubbers." She giggled naughtily. "Let's buy some and go use them all up in one day!"
"You're out of it." Lee snapped back.
"Wasn't that the reason you were so shook up the other day? Weren't you worried about making a baby in me?"
"Yeah. Among other things."
"Like getting caught. That's all."
"Mom would have a heart attack if…"
"Honestly I don't think our mother would give a Goddamn if she caught us going at it. You know what she's doing with your own cousin, don't you?"
"You're just guessing."
"I'm a pretty good guesser." Betty chose the most expensive condom on the shelf and held it out to her brother. "Do you want to buy it or shall I?" Lee didn't say anything so Betty marched up to the cash register and put her purchase on the counter. The lady rang up the sale and glanced secretly at the two of them. Lee blushed and looked up and down.
"What if she knows we're brother and sister?" he said when they'd stepped out of the store.
"Who gives a shit what she thinks?" Betty waved him to her car. "Just leave yours here in town, I'll drive."
"Where to?" Lee asked, getting in but staying by the door.
"Why home of course. Can you think of a better place?"
"Look Betty, I don't even know if I should go with you."
"You're dying to get one of these rubbers on and push your hot little cock into my pussy again." She curled her lips at him and licked the bottom one slowly. "You know that that's all you've been thinking about for the past two days."
Lee dropped his eyes. "Yeah. I can't get it out of my mind. How it felt."
"Me neither." She put a hand against the swell in his jeans. "Let's go do it again."
"What if Mom is home?"
"Well, we're not going to do it on the patio," Betty sniggered. "Quit worrying and hold on." She burned rubber away from the curb and headed out of town.
Margaret was about to come for the fourth time. The effect of having a man under her, of having him bound and helpless, had injected her with a crazed passion. She'd never been so highly aroused in her life. She was too feverish with wanting more cock to worry about her nephew's choked gasps as she lifted her ass and drove it down again to penetrate her nephew's choked gasps as she lifted her ass and drove it down again to penetrate herself with that rigid, white shaft that jutted from between his legs.
"God, Margaret, you're gonna t-t-tear it off!" he panted.
"I've got to have another one. It's so close! Ohhhhhh, Christ, it's sooooo close!"
"You beautiful animal," she growled, biting him on the shoulder again. There were already a few bleeding places where she'd feasted on his muscled, masculine body. And Billy couldn't do a damn thing about it. His hands were bound to the bedposts as were his ankles. He was spread-eagled and he belonged to her. With agonizing slowness she arched her back, drawing her pussy up his prick until only the tip was surrounded by her hot, slick pussy. She pumped like that for a few moments, feeling the mouth of her vagina open around the shape and then clasp tight again. She was panting, sobbing for another release. It would probably exhaust her completely this time. But then maybe not. Maybe she'd want another, and another.
"God, hurry up would you. My cock hurts!"