She had to ask where she was at a service station and the attendant looked like he was about to climb in the front seat with her to make sure she got where she was going. She was relieved to discover that she was only a half-hour away from the big house and the lake.
"Anybody home?" she called. The front room was empty. She walked around the couch and was heading for the kitchen when she saw the pair of shorts on the rug. Beside them was a jock strap. Her brother's jock strap. Just holding it in her hand gave her such an odd feeling. She sucked in a breath and felt her nipples glow.
That hadn't ever happened to her. At least not before Mitch had taken her in that booth and then taken her again and again in the motel room. She was suddenly obsessed with the idea of incest. Maybe once a person indulged in it, it was like a drug. She thought of Billy again, his blond hair much like hers, his blue eyes like hers.
"What is Billy's jockey strap doing here?" she whispered in the empty room. She turned to the stairs and started up. She felt so strange. Like she'd become another person. Something had changed inside her. And the rub of her ravished pussy lips against her clit had her trembling before she reached the landing. She clutched the first doorknob she came to Billy's doorknob. She worked it and went inside.
"Ohhh, God!" she gasped, staring, hardly believing.
"Sis!" Billy turned his head. He'd been sleeping. Alice didn't see how. Not with his arms and legs all tied up like that. But then she was looking at the wilted shape of his cock. As she watched, it lengthened and thickened. The foreskin began to slide back from the tip as she watched the erection fill out with trapped blood. It held her gaze like some strange and exotic cobra. Her brother's penis. Her brother's prick. It was beautiful!
"Alice, what's wrong with you?" Billy pulled against the ropes. Alice heard his voice but it was like it was a hundred miles away. She kept staring at his cock. Then she let the terry robe fall from her shoulders. She stepped naked towards the bed. She could see only that hard, throbbing cock now. The purple head was getting big enough to slide out from the foreskin cover. It was glistening with slickness. She reached out and circled it with her fingers.
"Alice! Ohhh, Goddamn, Alice. Can't you hear me?"
"Close your eyes," she said. "Be still, be quiet." She swung her long leg over him and felt behind her ass for the stiff shape. It was fully erect now and she jacked the skin back to expose the feverish knob of meat that was the glans.
"Alice!"
"Shhhhh." She arched her back and rocked her hips backwards. The hot touch of her brothers cock made her give a whimper. Yes, she wanted it. She wanted it skin to skin, flesh to flesh to flesh, brother to sister. With a squirming movement of her slender hips, she felt the ridged part slip into her. Her breasts felt heavy. She rested them against her brother's chest and found his mouth with hers. Then she made another sharp movement and felt his shaft slip between the inner folds of her pussy.
"Nhhhuuuhhh, Alice!"
But she smothered his protests with her tongue and then she was humping him furiously, crying through flared nostrils as the tickling itch of ecstasy surged though her insides.