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CHAPTER 5

After her shower Karen returned to her room and got into bed. Although it was now mid-morning, she was dead tired. As she sank into dreamland, the memories of the previous night kept recurring in her mind. Almost unconscious of the fact, her right hand slipped down between her legs as she lay there. She wondered. If it was that good with Carol, how much better would it be for real? With a guy? The thought had to rest for a while though as she slowly drifted off to sleep.

Downstairs, Lauren was standing at the kitchen window looking out at the backyard. She was startled as she suddenly felt two arms embrace her from behind.

"Good morning again," Carl whispered in her ear as he slid his hands from her middle up to cover her breasts, one with each hand.

Lauren left her head fall back a little to rest against Carls shoulder.

"Good morning lover boy."

With that, Lauren turned to face Carl and gazed into his eyes. Was she with Carl or his father? The thought raced through her mind. Holding him tightly, she kissed him firmly.

"What are you two doing!" Suddenly the silence had been broken by another male voice. Startled, Lauren and Carl released their embrace and turned to face Carl's younger brother Brad.

"Nothing," Carl answered, "Nothing at all."

"Sure didn't look that way to me," Brad replied with a slight snicker.

Lauren had never liked Brad. He had always been difficult and had resented her marrying his father but since his father's death he had become almost impossible.

"Looked to me like you to were makin' it," Brad said, glaring at Lauren. "I guess it wasn't enough that you had to steal my dad, now you have to get my brother too."

"Shut up Brad." Carl had a demanding tone in his voice. "Shut up before I give you something to be sorry about."

"Yeah, right," Brad responded sarcastically. "You two go ahead and enjoy yourselves." With that, Brad headed up the stairs.

"I was afraid something was going to happen," Lauren said.

"Nah, he's ok. He's just mad at the world. He'll be fine."

Lauren turned back to the window and gazed out.

Upstairs, as Brad walked down the hall towards his room he glanced at his sister laying in her bed. "Not bad," he thought as he stopped for a second to survey the sleeping figure. "Not bad at all."

Brad headed to his room and locked his door behind him. Digging to the bottom of his bureau, he retrieved a stack of magazines. Selecting an issue of Hustler from the stack he lay back on the bed.

Opening the magazine to a picture of blonde spread-eagle before the camera, Brad undid his pants and pushed them halfway down his thighs. As he turned the pages to see the blonde opening herself he felt his cock grow hard. And, mysteriously, almost without being aware of it, he found himself thinking of his sister. He imagined her standing over him doing with her hand what he was doing with his own. In a few short minutes he felt himself coming so he slid over to the side of the bed and rolled on his side to come on the floor next to the bed. He closed his eyes and remembered the sight of the reclining Karen and wondered what it would be like with her. With that thought, he came.

Brad lay on his side for a few moments staring at the white fluid laying on the floor. He thought back to Karen and wondered what would happen if he were to just walk into her room and screw her.

"Shit, they'd probably throw me in jail and throw away the key," he thought to himself.

He lay back over and wiped off his cock with the sheet. Then he fell asleep.