She gave a little whine as she sensed the sudden hardness of his thighs and belly. She knew he was going to shoot.
"Ohhh Howell, what if you make a baby?"
"I don't give a good God damn," he grunted and then his words were choked off by the passion. He held to her like a boy lost in a storm. His hips buffeted her as he speared and rammed and then jetted his thick seed into her pussy.
Abby hadn't tried to join him in the pleasure, hadn't meant to get worked up again. But the last few seconds of his lovemaking had gotten to her. She held to him tightly as his balls unloaded. She could feel the tension of her tube closing down again, could feel her own body yearning to have that ecstasy one more time.
"Don't stop! Ohhh God, don't stop now!"
"Baby… I gotta stop! Abby, you don't know how it is!"
"Damn you, I'm gonna do it again… I'm gonna come!"
"Jesus Abby, let go!"
"No… Nooooo!"
Their bodies made the bed lurch. She wrapped her legs around him and dug her heels into his ass checks. If only she had on those spurs she dreamed about!
"Damn," her brother gasped.
"Fuck me! You wanted to so bad, didn't you? Well, do it then!"
"Jeeeeezzzz!"
"Yesssss, so close! Ohhh hurry… faster! Damn you, Howell, go all the way!"
She forced him to give her every inch of his cock. It pressed against her deepest parts and she rocked her hips wildly, rubbing her engorged clit against the hilt of his shaft. The glorious tickle was hanging so close, but she couldn't quite reach it. And the stiffness was wilting. Howell's prick was going soft inside her.
"There! I got it! I'm going… going to… Yuhhhhhh!" she gasped, scratching blood from his back. Her hips lurched and danced as the tickly heat turned to the utmost pleasure. She sailed through galaxies, crying out, dying with the lust that had taken over her body. And then she spiraled down, down into her bed again, fighting to get her breath. Howell was a heavy weight, smashing her down into the mattress.
"Get off, damn it!" She pushed against his shoulders, rolled him to the side. He lay on his back, eyes closed. He looked like a corpse. And his cock was a shrunken snake that hung between his cum-smeared thighs.
Abby hurried to the bathroom and gave herself a douche. A girlfriend had told her the trick and given her a solution once. She'd never used it, but in the back of the mind knew that someday she might have just such an emergency. She'd never imagined that she'd be trying to murder her own brother's sperm. Gingerly she pried her lips apart and inserted the smooth tip. When it was deep in her pussy, she squeezed the rubber bag and felt the lukewarm liquid fill her and then dribble out into the toilet. The time for feeling shocked was past. Now she had only to struggle with the new emotions her brother had engendered in her mind. Would she find herself wanting him now? Would she start thinking about him when the sun went down? Howell had given her the most exciting sexual experience of her life. But even now she was picturing his long, hard cock. She was thinking of all the pleasure she could have from it in the future.
"God help me," she muttered, watching the drops plunk into the toilet. "I can't let this happen ever again." And then she thought of Aunt Mona. Surely Mona would give her some advice. She didn't have anywhere else to turn really. Her mother would just throw up her hands and get hysterical. But Mona knew about life, she understood. If she could just find the nerve to confess what had happened and what she'd felt.
Abby dabbed herself dry with a towel and glanced in the mirror. She looked like a slightly depraved Snow White. There were red splotches on her breasts and shoulders where Howell had kissed her. She closed her eyes, ran a fingernail across the places. Yes, she had to speak to Mona about all this. Because if she didn't, she might go begging Howell to take care of her again. The pleasure had been too intense to dismiss so lightly. She'd want more. And then more and more and more.
"Oh, why couldn't Perry excite me like this?" she murmured to no one in particular. Then she opened the bathroom door a crack and looked out. Her brother had gone.
CHAPTER FOUR
Mona McNarey couldn't seem to keep her mind from straying since Kevin had appeared on the scene. She'd known her nephew every bit as long as any one else in the family. But Kevin had changed. At one point she'd thought of him as merely an abnormal child. But now he had an aura that surrounded him. It made him something special, like some exotic being from another planet. The fact that he couldn't use his vocal cords heightened the effect. The fact that he was so completely innocent also excited her. But more than anything, the difference in their ages simply drove her wild.
She was a well preserved forty-five and he was – what? Seventeen? Yes, something like that. Did it really matter what the exact difference was when it was so large any way? And the more she thought of Kevin, the more she wanted to add him to her gallery of photographs.
"There's no damned way I can do it without embarrassing him," she said aloud. She was in her bedroom, her collection spread before her on the bed. She couldn't remember when the urge to collect male genitalia had hit her. Maybe she'd always collected them in a way. She'd always been amazed at the difference in length, size, shape. Even her earliest experiences with men were still vividly etched in her memory. Every cock that had fit between her thighs she could recall. And then she'd gotten into photography some ten years back. It had seemed the most natural thing in the world to record these lovely, tumid pricks.
Mona picked up the eight-by-ten glossy of her brother's cock. It had a slight curve downward, even when fully erect. She had a shot of it when he was forty and then another at fifty. He was holding up quite well as far as she could tell. And he still fucked like a mad bull. She laughed out loud, thinking of poor, weak Florence with her headaches and complaints. Mona had known when her brother married that she would soon be called upon to satisfy his unnatural hungers. She'd spotted Florence as a weak person who wouldn't be able to please brother Carl. Not like she herself had pleased him. Since her fourteenth birthday Mona had slept with him anytime he wanted her to. And she still loved it when he came to rub his rigid cock against her belly, Carl's signal that he wanted her to part her thighs wide and take what he had to give.
He had about eight inches, she estimated.
But sheer length wasn't everything. And though she wasn't really bored, Mona kept examining the youthful lines of nephew Kevin's body. What would his sweet slender cock look like? She wanted to record it on film from every angle. She wanted close-ups of it when he was sleeping. And she wanted shots of it fully erect. Then when all the photography was over she wanted to take it in her mouth and…
"Damn, if I keep daydreaming like this I'll have myself in a terrible state of mind." She sighed, walked over to the mirror to brush her hair. She had wrinkles all right and her hair was streaked with gray. But surely a young man would appreciate her body. She lifted her breasts, examining the shape and droop of them. Luckily she had small ones. The years had been kind. She crossed her long legs and spun towards the bed where she'd laid out her day's attire.
She wiggled into the dancing tights that left her legs bare and swooped down so that any male who cared to could view the smooth tan cleavage of her breasts. The tights had a crotch that snapped under her mound. It was a style she'd long favored because it could be undone at a moment's notice, even under a skirt. And since she wore no panties, she had easy access to her pussy in almost any situation. She smiled thinking of the phone booth she'd been thoroughly fucked in. Another of Carl's lewd suggestions. There'd been an elevator too and… But enough of those old memories. She was going to concentrate on the present even if it did drive her half mad. She snapped a skirt around her waist and slipped into a pair of freshly washed tennis shoes. Then she scooped up her array of cock photos, slipped them into a drawer and snatched her camera from the dresser. Carl was taking his daughters to town today so she'd have a number of hours to see if she could make any headway with sweet Kevin. And so what if she did freak him out? He couldn't tell anybody about it, could he? She laughed out loud and pushed through the front door.