She began bouncing swiftly up and down.
While fucking her brother by sitting astride him, Julie cupped her breasts with both hands, squeezing them hard, taking the nipples between thumb and forefinger and pulling them, stretching them. Her pussy flew up and down, sucking his cock. She could feel the throb of Kenney in her and she dropped her right hand and shoved it behind her dancing ass. Grabbing at his balls, she tugged on them.
"Ohhhhh," she moaned. "This is good, isn't it, Kenney! Ohhhh, God… it feels so good! Doesn't it feel good to you, Kenney? Isn't my pussy nice and hot on your cock?"
"Yeah," he said hoarsely. He had not moved since she sat down on him. He was almost afraid to move. Not because his sister was fucking so furiously atop him, but because of the sensations it was giving him. He was afraid that if he did move, all that delicious pleasure would go away.
"Ooooo, delicious!" Julie whimpered, her voice climbing. "What a dock you have, Kenney! Damn, why didn't you show this thing to me earlier? Ohhhh… come on, brother dear! Pump your ass… fuck me! Don't make me sit here and do it all! Fuck up and down… work it with me!"
Barbara had retired to her bedroom after turning out the hall light. She had taken her shower earlier, and now, with a gauzy nightgown on, she had propped herself up in the bed and was reading a novel. She still had that strange tingling between her thighs, and she turned pages of the paperback without seeing the words.
When the sound first came to her, she failed to associate it. Then as the sounds became louder, the book dropped from her hand and she sat upright in the bed, eyes wide, her breath caught in her throat. The words came clearly to her. "Come on, brother dear! Pump your ass… fuck me!"
"My God!" she whispered. "It can't be.
She threw her legs over the side of the bed and stood up. Before she could take a step, the rest of the words came to her. "Don't make me sit here and do it all! Fuck up and down… work it with me!"
Barbara knew she wasn't going out of her mind. That was her son and daughter, and they were fucking!
She started to move, and her legs became rubbery. Instead of stepping forward, she fell back on the bed. She sat there, eyes wide, her breath coming in harsh gasps, her fist clenched tightly at her sides.
"Fuck me!" she heard Julie urging her brother. "That's it, Kenney… pump up and down. Ooooo… yes, yes! Oh, God… so good! Fuck me… fuckme… fuckme!"
Barbara knew she should do something, but she wasn't sure what she should do. Go in there, pull them apart, spank their asses? No, of course not. Julie was far too old for spankings. Then what could she do? What should she do? •
Barbara did nothing.
She sat on her bed, listening to the cries and murmurs of their incestuous passion. As the sounds became more pronounced, Barbara found herself becoming extremely aroused. She was becoming more aroused than any of her men friends had ever made her. Her body felt on fire, as though she were being consumed in flames. Her breasts had suddenly become so swollen, they felt ready to burst, and her nipples were so raw, the gown became unbearable on them. Between her slender thighs, her pussy was a raging torrent of lust.
"Ohhhh," she whimpered softly, her hands pressing into her lap. "Ohhhh!"
Hardly knowing she was doing it, Barbara ripped at her gown, tearing it to shreds until she, was naked. Her eyes closed, lips hanging open, she threw her knees apart and began clawing at her burning twat. She had not masturbated since high school, and now she was digging into her pussy uncontrollably, unable to stop herself. The words coming from her son and daughter inflamed her beyond reason, and she flopped back across the bed, her legs wide as she rubbed at her swollen clitoris with one hand, the fingers of the other thrusting powerfully into her steaming twat.
Barbara rolled all over the bed, masturbating in a frenzy of passion, all her senses tuned to the rippling, insane pleasure of her body and the lewd words of her two children. Never in her entire life had she been so aroused, not even with her deceased husband. Barbara thought she would go out of her mind with passion, knowing she should slow her hands down, be more gentle with the delicate tissues of her cunt. But she was unable to control her hands.
She pulled hard at her inflamed clitoris, creating pain, but the pain was delicious at the same time. Three fingers plunged furiously in and out of her hairy cunt simultaneously, and she gasped and panted and twisted from one side of the bed to the other, her naked ass jerking up and down and making wide, lewd circles.
At the moment, Kenney and Julie could have seen her and she wouldn't have given a damn. She was so lost in her erotic sensations, Barbara would not have cared who saw her abusing her genitals. The only thing she was aware of was the deliciousness of her swelling orgasm, and the words coming to her ears.
"Fuck me, Kenney! Fuck me hard and good! Ohhhh, let's come together! Can you come in my pussy when I do, Kenney! Please, please… come with me! Ohhhh I'm almost… almost there!"
"Ahh… ahh… ahh," Kenney grunted.
"Wonderful! Sweet! Big cock… hard cock," Julie's voice came to Barbara's passion sensitive ears. "Fuck me hard, Kenney! Yes, yes! Deeper and harder! Oh, my cunt is burning up! My pussy is on fire!"
They were so close, Barbara knew. She, too, was close. Her hands thrust and pulled wildly as she thrashed about the bed, moaning to herself now. Her orgasm was swelling so much, it seemed as though her whole body would explode.
Then she came.
At the exact peak of her come, Barbara shouted, unaware she had done so. "Fuck him, fuck him!"
Chapter 8
Barbara had known that brothers and sisters often become involved sexually. She had read more than one report about incest. She had never given much consideration to such things, never dreaming it would happen in her own family. But then, who does?
Barbara wasn't stupid. She knew that certain conditions, the right atmosphere, the people concerned, could set the scene for very strange happenings. But she couldn't imagine what had caused Julie and Kenney to become involved.
True, there was a lot of teasing between them, but it was only normal for a brother and sister to tease each other. Barbara considered herself a liberal when it came to individual likes and dislikes. She knew each person was different from the next. Everyone couldn't be the same, she felt, or the world would be populated by a mob of robots, all geared in one direction. Push a button, everyone turned right, push another, they went left… or push another and they all went into a frenzy of mass fucking.
No, people weren't robots.
Life would be very dull indeed if all women dressed alike, looked alike, thought alike-men, too. It was the difference that made things- living-so exciting.
She was surprised to find a lack of anger when she awoke the next morning. When she opened her eyes, the sun was already high in the sky. Her body felt relaxed, and she discovered there was no longer tension in her mind or body. She had not been aware of that tension until now. She stretched sensuously in the bed, trying to understand why she felt no anger, no shame, about the night before. Even if not ashamed of her wild masturbation, she thought she should be at least a little ashamed of her children.
But there was nothing like that in her mind.
Getting up, she went into her shower and soaped her body, then rinsed. Toweling, she went back to the bedroom and rummaged about for clothes. After dressing in white shorts and halter, she brushed her long hair until it gleamed, then applied a faint coat of pink lipstick to her lips. She didn't hear a sound in the house, which meant Julie and Kenney were still asleep.
Satisfied with her appearance, she entered the kitchen and began preparing breakfast. She was surprised to find herself humming happily. She had not sung in many years. Bacon and eggs sizzled in the pan, the coffee perked like a merry bird on the dining room table. She had slices of toast in the toaster, ready to brown. Pouring a cold glass of milk for Kenney, she set cups next to hers and Julie's place.