"Aaaggghhh!" she growled. "Slip that cock in me, shove it hard!"
She wriggled her burning ass sideways, bringing into play muscles she'd only been dimly aware she had. The change in position afforded greater pleasure as her brother's cock slipped and slid into her depths, rubbing against her clit with each stroke.
Each second seemed to last an eternity. The way his cock snaked into her belly was ecstasy. The thick, purple head parted the way into her tight, hot cunt, and the rest of his rigid, throbbing dong followed. The wet walls of her cunt clamped down on his turgid prick. His balls swung forward and lightly touched her churning ass. Even that little touch added another bit of joy to her seething mind.
She was so close to climax! She was grinding her pussy hard against her brother's loins. She wanted to get as much of his delightful pecker into her snatch as she could.
"Ooohhhh!" she cried. "Do it to me! I gotta come!"
George fucked his sister hard, sending the burning lance of his cock into her frothing pussy again and again. His prick kept plunging and thrusting at her convulsing cunt until her orgasm was upon her.
"Aaaggghhh!" she cried out. "I'm gonna come!"
Her trembling pussy lips quivered. All her thought was concentrated upon her own pleasure, and the sparks coming up from her cunt and her tits. It was all too much, and the explosion was bigger and harder than anything she'd ever felt before.
"I'm coming!" she screamed.
His big prick seemed to leap as he strove for his own orgasm. Linda shuddered as her brother drove deeper and deeper into her pussy. She shook as he suddenly seemed to pause in his fucking. His cock hung suspended in her for a second, throbbing and tingling, on the verge of explosion.
She felt her body tense for the same moment. They lay throbbing, pulsing, poised in paradise. Then the explosion happened. His cock came after her with greater fervor than ever as it blew its wad into her quaking cunt. She rode his fuck, her mind whirling from the glorious eruption which was shaking her tender twat.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" he chanted as his balls emptied their heavy load of cum juice.
After several minutes soaking up the delightful feelings rumbling through their loins, they finally rested. George rolled from his sister's lovely body and lay by her side. Her gasped for breath, trying to get back some of the wind he'd lost in fucking her.
"That was tremendous!" he exclaimed.
"I've never felt it that hard!" she agreed.
They lay for a few more minutes and then sat up. Linda's tits jiggling slightly with the movement. They looked around the lawn and sighed.
"You know," George said. "I wonder how come Mom and Dad are acting so weird lately?"
"I don't know," Linda answered. "It seems to have started when Ronny and Mary were finishing up their last tour."
"Wasn't that about the time Mom went out to California to visit Uncle Jack?"
"You're right," Linda said. She sighed deeply. "I hope they get over this thing. It wouldn't look too good to the church if Mom and Dad had a divorce."
"Hell, think what they'd think if they ever found out about us kids!" George joked. He got to his feet and walked over to the edge of the pool. "I think I'll go for a swim."
Linda waved at him to go ahead. She glanced at her pussy, and stared at her cum-matted cunt hairs. She got to her feet and pulled the towel from the grass. She looked around the yard once again. It was a nice house, and they had a wonderful family. She thought about her mother and father. Her father was a good-looking man, that was for sure. Perhaps, one day, she'd get a chance to fuck him, too.
CHAPTER NINE
Olivia Desmond stared at the trembling figure of her husband, Fred. His eyes were livid and accusing her of some sort of infidelity. "Are you going to sit on your fat ass and just glare at me, or are you going to get it out of your system?" she asked.
Fred gasped a few times, trying to calm himself. The children sitting around the dinner table lowered their eyes and squirmed slightly, very uncomfortable in the presence of the fight between their parents. They knew the fight had been brewing for quite a while, and at last, it was coming out into the open.
"I'm just asking how sick was your brother?" Fred said.
"He was pretty sick," Olivia said, her voice trembling with anger. "He had a fever of over a hundred and mother was still down with her arthritis. You know that."
"But why did you have to go there?" Fred asked. "Did you have other plans for your brother?"
"What?" she gasped. Her blue eyes widened, and her long, blonde hair seemed to bristle slightly. "Are you accusing me of incest?"
"If that's the name, and it fits, wear it!" Fred shouted. He got to his feet. "You know, I've suspected it for quite a number of years, but this last trip proves it!"
"Proves what, you fathead?" Olivia asked, her voice dripping acid.
"I called that house while you were gone, saying I was a local banker. And it seems that your mother was fine, and your brother talked with me for several minutes, all during the time he was supposed to be in bed sick!" Fred yelled. "Talk your way out of that, you whoring bitch! And I imagine you will, just as you did when Linda was born!"
"Let's get outta here," Ronny whispered to the other children. They quickly got to their feet, and walked from the room. They each went to their separate rooms and Ronny was shaking. Did his mother really fuck Uncle Jack? That would be an interesting development. And that bit about Linda. It fit, too. They all knew mother had visited her brother approximately nine months before the twins were born.
The two adults downstairs still glared at each other over the length of the table. Fred was a tall man, with dark black hair and brown eyes. He worked out often, and he was slim and trim. Olivia was a tall woman, with ash blonde hair. Her face, was thin, and she had high cheekbones. Her thin lips were quivering with suppressed rage and surprise.
"So," Olivia finally said, "you know. What are you going to do about it, you asshole?"
"What!" Fred gasped. He hadn't really expected a confession.
"I know all about your little trips to the club house, and the so-called talks you have with the pros there. I know you never went to talk with the pros, but were fucking somebody's daughter or wife. I hired a detective, Fred, a good one. His name is Heuser, if you want to check. And we got some really nice color photos of you breaking your marriage vows, and a few cases, the state law on statutory rape," Olivia smiled. She shook her head haughtily. "So don't threaten me. I'll ruin you worse than you can ever hope of hurting me. So we'd better just call it a truce. I don't want a divorce, it'd be too messy as far as dividing the corporation we set up to handle all the money Ronny and Mary bring in."
"What do you want?" Fred asked, his anger drained from him. The thought of his wife fucking her brother had been enough to send him into a quivering rage. But he knew she was right. His amorous affairs had been getting out of hand lately, and she hadn't visited her brother in over six years. It was obviously part his fault she kept her liaison with her brother.
"You're going to order another bedroom built on the house," Olivia said. She walked toward the stairs, by the bar. "And that's going to be yours. I don't think we'll be sleeping together again."
"Yeah," he nodded. "We'll have to explain it to the kids. We can't let this get around."
She reached over and picked up a bottle of bourbon. "I'm going upstairs and get very drunk. I may be paying my brother a few more visits in the months to come, and you can work on your golf game. With the pros, of course."
"Of course," Fred nodded.
Olivia walked up the stairs and noted that the far bathroom was being used. Someone was taking a shower. She shook her head. God! She was tired!