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Chapter 3

It was after midnight, and the storm had subsided, though the faint rumble of thunder was occasionally heard and the rain still beat against the windows as if demanding entrance. Rachel Woodling had smoked a last cigarette before going to bed, then removed negligee, bra and panties, put on a pair of green satin pajamas and taken a sleeping pill. It had worked almost at once, despite her troubled thoughts. Yet even as she lay on her left side with an arm flung out towards the headboard, her exquisite face was taut with anxiety evoked by a kind of strange hallucinatory dream that had seemed to begin the moment she had closed her eyes and let the sleeping pill carry her off into the black void of slumber. She was walking in a canyon, whose, rocky crags towered high above her head, blotting out even the leaden sky. She was naked, and the wind was cold and pitiless, and the pebbles and rough ground bruised her bare feet. She kept calling out for Timothy, but she could not hear even the echo of her own voice, and there was no one in the canyon to respond.

Very slowly and silently the door of her bedroom opened, and Heather and young Timothy tiptoed in. The boy set his movie camera down on a chair near the door and nodded to his red haired sister, who put her finger on her lips, then whispered, "Lock the door, Timmy and remember what I told you.

"Sure, Heather. Boy, this is wild-I've really got to hand it to you!" he whispered back excitedly.

As he turned the key in the lock, Heather felt for the light switch and flicked it on. She moved towards the double bed, her lips curling in sadistic contempt as she studied Rachel's sleeping figure under a single sheet. Then, beckoning to her brother, she tugged the sheet off and began to unbutton Rachel's pajama tops.

In her dream, Rachel Woodling shrank with terror as she saw two masked figures garbed in black approaching her from the distant end of the canyon. She turned to run, but she could not move. The cold air sent its penetrating gusts against her naked breasts and loins, and her toes crispened as the bite of the harsh earth and the pebbles chafed them.

"Wake up, Mummy!" Heather sarcastically crooned, pulling the unbuttoned flaps of the pajama tops apart to expose the magnificent olive-sheened, dark coral-tipped pears of her stepmother's rhythmically swelling breasts.

"Boy, has she got a pair of bombers on her, though! I'll bet Dad really goes for those!" young Timothy breathed, his eyes narrowed and fixing on Rachel's naked bosom, while he surreptitiously slipped one hand to his bulging fly.

"You stupid little bastard, I didn't bring you in here to jack-off looking at her, now you just remember!" Heather hissed as she fixed him with a withering look. "Get the camera, I'll wake her up!"

As her brother hurried back to take the movie camera from the chair, adjust Its controls and set it on the bed, his red-haired sister bent to Rachel's still inert figure and, with a malicious giggle, applied her lips to one dark-rosy nipplebud and began to suck and flick it with the tip of her pert pink tongue.

"Boy, this is better than those stag movies," Timothy enthused as he pressed his finger down on the starter button and the whirring sound of picture talking was heard.

Rachel Woodling moaned softly, rolled over onto her back, her arm still flung out beyond her head, but her other hand tentatively groping, brushing Heather's shoulder as the redhead, sitting on the edge of the bed, pursued her oral ministrations. Between her lips she could feel the soft bud she was nuzzling grow turgid and flinty, and she could feel also the quickened rhythm of her stepmother's breathing. The boy holding the movie camera was shivering with sexual arousal, and he had already unbuttoned the fly of his pajama pants to liberate his taut, lean, rigid penis, the large mushroom-cap-like glans set off from the shaft by a wide, shallow circumcisional groove.

"Wh-what-oh-what-what are you doing-H- Heather-stop-and Timothy-oh God-what are you doing to me-" Rachel Woodling came awake with agonized, though still half-drugged suddenness. With both hands she tried to push the redhead away, but Heather at once seized her wrists and pinned them beyond her head as she stared smirkingly down at her detested stepmother.

"You liked it, didn't you, you opportunistic bitch? I could feel your tittiebud getting nice and hard. Were you having a wet dream, Mummy?" she mocked the trembling, half-naked brunette.

"For God's sake-why are you doing this to me- Heather, stop it, let me go-and your brother-that camera-"

"Yes, Mummy," Heather mocked in the crooning words one might use to a child, "we're making home movies tonight of you, Mummy. They're going to be real hot ones, and maybe Daddy will enjoy them, Maybe he'll find out that you're just a low bitch who saw her chance to snare a nice decent guy and take him for all he's worth. Well, Timmy and I aren't going to stand for It. We don't want you here, Mummy, and we want to make ourselves perfectly clear about it."

"But you must be insane, Heather!" Rachel struggled ineffectually, trying to free her captive wrists, twisting herself onto one side, her magnificent naked breasts jiggling with the exertion. "If I told your father-"

"Ah, but you won't, Mummy," Heather viciously countered as she bent down and noisily sucked the other nipple to the accompaniment of the victim's horrified gasp and frantic squirming. "He'd take our word before he'd take yours, Rachel, and don't you forget it. After Grace died, we had him all to ourselves, till you came along."

"But you're wrong, Heather dear-please-let's talk about this sensibly-I-I understand how you must feel, both of you. But I'm not taking him away from you. I want to love him and help him and comfort him-"

"Sure, but he can get what you've got from any whore, and that doesn't mean he has to bring her into this house and cram her down our throats," Heather angrily interrupted. "Maybe, after we get through with you tonight, Rachel, you'll get the message. Maybe you'll have brains enough to pull out. You've got your shop, you won't starve. And you can always find some guy to fuck you If you get too squirmy at night. It doesn't have to be Daddy. Are you going to listen to reason?"

"Of course I'm not-you must be insane, both of you-stop it, Heather!"

"Make me, bitch!" the redhead taunted as she spat into Rachel's contorted face. "Come help me with her, Timmy! We can get more movies later, better ones once we have her peeled down raw and ready for what she's going to get!"

"Sure, Sis!" the boy hoarsely agreed. His hands trembled as he set the movie camera back down on the chair, and then hurried over to the bed to grip Rachel's ankles as she began to kick and thresh against Heather's hold.

"That's right, "Timmy! Tonight you're going to lose your cherry, and with your own dear sweet Mummy!" Heather purred. "And I'll just bet she's such a hot bitch she goes for it two ways. Dad said you'd been divorced for a long time, but I'll just bet you're a switch-hitter, aren't you, Rachel?"

"Oh please-this is dreadful-you'll be sorry for this In the morning-be sensible, both of you, please! Let me up, let's discuss our problem in a rational way-"

"My, she's educated, tool" Heather jeered. Then her head bowed down again and her tongue laired the deep narrow cleft of her stepmother's velvety navel Rachel writhed, tilting back her head, her eyes dilated and glistening with tears of shame and despair. "See what I told you, Timmy? She's starting to get her kicks just from me-she's a switch-hitter, no two ways about it. But don't worry about it, Rachel, you'll get fucked too, you'll get all the sex you want tonight!"

"Maybe I ought to have got one of Dad's safes, though," her brother nervously volunteered.

"You stupid creep, didn't I tell you Rachel's on the pill? I found a bottle in her bathroom. Wouldn't you rather put that horny cock of yours right into her cunt so you could feel it Instead of using a rubber like the jack-off you are?" his sister flung at him.

"Hell, yes, I sure would, Heather!" the blond youth hoarsely panted, lecherously grinning at his stepmother's contorted face as he dug his fingernails sadistically into her slim ankles. "You mean, it's okay with you if I really fuck Mummy tonight?"

"I'll bet it'll be all right with Mummy, too, Timmy," Heather jeered as again she leaned down to gloat over Rachel's frantic, yet stunned helplessness. "Tear her pants off right now so you can see what you're going to get into!"

"No-my God-this is wrong of you, Heather-what have I ever done to you to make you both turn against me so? Oh my God, please be sensible, I beg of you-oh no-stop it-don't rip them off-oh God!" Rachel pleaded brokenly as she jerked and twisted in vain. The blond adolescent, releasing her ankles suddenly, had seized the waistband of the pajama pants and ripped them with all his strength in a downward tugging motion that yanked them down to expose the thickly fleeced mount of their mature victim.

Rachel uttered a shriek of shame and dismay to find herself so exposed, and instinctively twisted onto one side, clenching her thighs to shield the most vulnerable part of her naked body. With the pajama tops open and yawning, and the remnants of the pants twisted about her lower calves, she was even more salaciously desirable than had she been completely nude. The boy's eyes glittered with savage desire at the smooth flow of thigh and hip and side, at the heaving pear globe of her firm beautiful breast.

"She's gonna fight once I try to poke her, though, Heather!" he observed, scowling and scratching his head as he planned a course of action.

"Look over there on the night table, Timmy! See that bottle? That's her sleeping pills. Take a look and see what it says, and hurry. Well now, Mummy, you can really see how your children appreciate you, can't you? We're going to take good care of you tonight, so you won't miss what Daddy's been giving you-you low, conniving bitch you!" Heather hissed. Mockingly, she bent her head and quickly sank her teeth into the ripe, juicy flesh of Rachel's upturned bare shoulder, then pinched the brunette's wrists to emphasize her domination: "I have to give you credit, bitch, you're stacked, you really are. Why, if that shop of yours goes on the rocks, I'll bet you could earn plenty peddling that hairy snatch you've got between your long legs! You're even getting me sort of randy, Mummy. "Then to her brother, "Come on, you creep, what does it say on the bottle?"

"Hey, quit calling me names, Heather, I'm helping do what you want, aren't I?" young Timothy whiningly complained as he squinted at the plastic bottle. "It says Secondal, 5 mg., that's what it says, Heather."

"That's just perfect!" His red-haired sister enthused. "It's a sleeping pill and it's just about medium strength. Now you just pop two into Mummy's mouth, and that'll make her nice and comfy while she's getting fucked, so she won't fight you too much. After all, little brother, it'll be your first time with a bitch, so I'm helping you make it easy for yourself so you can prove what a man you really are-or at least the way you've been blowing off your mouth to me. Go on, take two pills out of that bottle and stick them In Mummy's mouth right now!"

"Oh no-Heather-this is insane-oh my God-let me go-I promise I won't say anything about this, but please, both of you, don't do this dreadful thing to me-I've never hurt either of you, I want to be friends so badly-"

"Oh I just know you do, Mummy," Heather broke in with a sneer. "But after all, fucking is the closest way of getting to be friends that I know of, so don't fight it. Okay, here are your pills, Mummy, open wide! Open wide, you bitch, or I'll pinch your nose shut and yank out some of those thick black hairs where little brother wants to get in!" For the blond adolescent had bent over Rachel from the other side of the bed, grinning, his face flushed with sexual excitement as his eyes swept her squirming nakedness.

Rachel twisted over onto her back, then rolled over onto the other side, but Heather seized her by the shoulders and forced her down on her back, then knelt on her belly, drawing a strangled cry of pain from her mature victim. "Pinch her nose shut with one hand, Timmy, she'll have to swallow," she exhorted her brother as she continued to grip Rachel's slim wrists.

Frantic with shame and despair, her eyes glassy and bulging, Rachel Woodling twisted her face to one side and compressed her mouth with all her strength. But young Timothy applied left thumb and forefinger to her sensuous nostrils, pinching them cruelly shut, as with his other thumb and forefinger he readied the two red pills to drop into her mouth the moment she should be forced to breathe.

Rachel Woodling groaned, then arched her belly upwards, kicking out desperately with her long svelte legs, till the tattered pajama pants were disengaged and fluttered to the floor. Her eyes glassy and hugely dilated, she fought against this final outrage, but at last her mouth opened and young Timothy promptly dropped in the two pills and then clamped his palm over her instantly closing mouth before she could expel them. Now, his other hand fondling her panting throat, be crooned: "C'mon, Mummy, swallow them down like a good bitch, you'll feel lots better for your fuck, c'mon, Mummy gal!"

With a strangled gasp, Rachel found that she could not halt the pills and felt them descend, and then a bitter, annihilating agony took hold of her. She turned her face to one side and closed her eyes, almost abandoning herself. Tears edged from under her fluttering lids, and her magnificent naked breasts rose and fell in violent agitation at the knowledge that she was utterly at their mercy.

"Give her a couple of minutes to let the pills take hold, and she'll be back in slumber land, and then you can really ride her saddle, Timmy," Heather sibilantly exulted. "But first, I'm going to get her sexy for you, little brother. Don't say your big sister never helped you out, just remember!"

With this, the voluptuous young redhead felinely crouched at Rachel's right side, nodding to her brother to hold the victim's wrists. As he did so, his glittering eyes laving the swelling pears of his stepmother's naked bosom, Heather maneuvered herself atop Rachel, her hands gripping the brunette's hips, and lasciviously began to rub the tip of her pert pink tongue over the satiny olive-sheened waist, just below Rachel's shuddering bosom.

"Ohhh-G-God-oh no-don't do this to me-it's shameful-it's cowardly-why do you hate me so, rm not going to take him away from you, truly I'm not- oh please, H-Heather, don't-don't let your brother see you and me this way-oh no-aahhh-oh my God-"

Her voice was hoarse, interspersed sobs and gasps, because she had not yet fully recovered from her torpor, and now the double dose of sleeping pills had begun its insidious effect. Even though she writhed and twisted, her movements were jerky and uncoordinated, lacking strength and purpose. Her eyes stared, blurred not only by her tears but also by shadows that were beginning to close in upon her again. And now, Heather, her fingernails gouging into Rachel's naked hips, was licking Rachel's belly, prodding her tongue into the soft hollow of the navel, flicking and rasping it in the most cajoling, salacious manner.

"Mmmmm, you taste good, Mummy!" the redhead purred, glancing up to grin at the half-conscious naked victim. "Don't go to sleep just yet, you'll miss all the fun. I want you to know what's happening even though you can't do a damn thing about it, bitch. But you're a hot piece, I'll give you that. I can feel your very skin crawling, and you just wait till I get down to where it tickles the most, Mummy!"

With this, Heather again bowed her head, moving slightly down as she maintained her crouching, possessive hold over the naked, helpless brunette. Now her tongue glided over the lower abdomen, where the soft black growth of the thick, verdant pubis began, while young Timothy watched fascinatedly, his lips parted, his chest heaving, and his penis frenzied in its swollen erection.

"Hold her tight, now, Timmy boy," his sister hissed, "because she's going to get awfully squirmy in a jiffy!" So saying, she bowed her head again and this time her tongue flicked over the twitching pink lips of Rachel Woodling's vulva.

The victim's naked body arched and writhed, her free leg kicking up into the air, then the heel digging into and scuffing the rumpled bed. Rachel's face turned from side to side, her nostrils flaring and shrinking, her mouth gaping in panting little whimpering cries. Heather glanced up triumphantly, scanning the effect of her obscene homage to her stepmother's nakedness. And then again she dipped her head, and this time her lips fastened in a sucking, prolonged, moist kiss full against the helplessly offered mount of Venus.

"Jeez! I'm going nuts here, Heather, lemme at her!" the blond youth groaned as he followed this perverse wooing.

"Just hold your gism back a bit, little brother," Heather jeered as she looked up and made a face at him; "I'm just getting her cunt nice and juicy and oiled for that rod of yours. I've got an interest in this myself, you know. You've been bragging what a cock-smith you are even though you're cherry, and now I want to see for myself what that cock of yours can do once it gets inside a real live snatch!"

And once again she bent her head and applied a prolonged, noisy smacking kiss to Rachel Woodling's quivering, palpitating vulva.

As she ended it, she slyly prodded her tongue tip against the victim's clitoris, and even though by this time Rachel Woodling's body was already lax with oncoming sleep, the convulsive jerking spasm which made her writhe fitfully and utter a feeble cry attested to the degree of sexual arousal to which Heather had so cynically and maliciously brought her detested stepmother.

"I think that'll just about do it, Timmy. Now then, you get on top of her and stick it into her cunt, and I'll get the camera and then you'll really have a stag movie to show your pals!" Heather straightened, crawled back towards her brother and gripped the slim wrists which the blond adolescent eagerly relinquished. Mad with rut by this time, he flung himself atop his stepmother, kneeing apart her feebly struggling thighs, his hands clutching her panting naked breasts, as he felt the tip of his penis enter the moist, palpitating lips of her womanhood. Heather, kneeling up, hands on her thighs, her eyes blazing, peered down at her brother to assure herself that the cohesion was being made.

"Ohh-d-don't-oh please, T-Timmy-this is awful of you-let me be-Heather, pl-please make him stop this-it's so wrong-" Rachel moaned. She had turned her face to one side, and her eyelids seemed weighted down with lead as the soporific began to filter through her nervous system, already lulled by her half drowsy state at the time of this assault. Her hands pushed feebly at the boy's shoulders, and the youth hissed his exultance: "Gawd, but it's real good, Heather! Hurry up and take those movies, I want to play them over again and watch myself fucking Mummy!"

"Right away, little brother," his red-haired sister sibilantly agreed as she got down off the bed and hurried over to the movie camera, adjusted it, and then aimed it at the bed. "Now take your time, nice and easy, so I can get plenty of film. Don't lose it right off, the first time you've got that beat-up meat of yours inside a real honest-to-goodness cunt!"

"That's a bitchy thing to say to.your own brother," Timmy whiningly complained, glancing angrily back at his smirking sister. His hands gripped Rache's shoulders, and then he buried his face between her panting naked breasts. A wild tumult filled his wiry young body, besieged as it was by all the nuances of this physical unison; until this moment, for all his precocious knowledge, Timothy Woodling Jr. was a virgin. The warm satiny feel of his stepmother's flesh, the tight warm enclaspment of her vaginal walls against his swollen, aching penis, the wafting of her breath against his face, and the immensity of what he was doing all contrived to kindle a savage fire in his almost bursting young loins. He winced now, held himself back, lifted his tortured face as he fought the maddening urge to ejaculate.

"I told you not to rush at her the way a bull does a cow, little brother," Heather sarcastically upbraided him. "If you expect me to make a really good stag production out of this, one that will keep Mummy from blabbing to Dad and chase her out of here in short order, you better concentrate on proving that you're as good a cocksmith as you've been boasting to me you are. Now get with It, I told you, nice and easy does it every time with a bitch-especially one like Rachel!"

"Yeah, yeah, I hear you, now shut up and let me hick Mummy!" the boy gasped. He shifted himself a little on her, feeling the merger of his pubic hairs with his stepmother's, and Rachel stirred under him, her face still twisted to one side, her eyes closed and only the fluttering of her eyelids attesting to her still conscious awareness of what was being done to her. Her hands had fallen back on to the bed now after the first instinctively protesting gesture. The drug was working swiftly now, and even the inexperienced youth sensed that her resistance was at an end.

"Damn but she's tight, Heather!" he panted, cautiously drawing back to the very brink of his stepmother's vulva. Then his hands glided down from her shoulders to the upsurging globes of her satiny naked breasts, clutching them possessively, his face twisted into a lewd grimace of lustful dominance. "Are you getting it all, Heather?"

"You attend to your fucking, I'll take the movie, little brother!"

"All right, all right, but quit being so snotty. It was your idea, and you know it, and I'm doing it for you, so quit giving me the needle every time!" the youth complained as he now slowly pushed himself back to the very hilt inside Rachel Woodling's quivering vaginal sheath.

Her lips moved slowly, and the words were faint, almost incoherent, as from a distance in the void:

"Ohhh… n-no… Timmy… you m-mustn't… please, Heather… I'm so sleepy… I love you both, don't you understand… why are you punishing me…Oh please don't… let me be…"

"Just listen to Mummy, isn't she a goody-goody type, though!" the red-haired young woman sneered as she squinted through the viewfinder, her lips moist and quivering in her own mounting excitement. "See if you can wake her up, go ahead and luck her good and hard, Timmy!"

"I sure as hell will!" the youth gasped. Squeezing his stepmother's rhythmically swelling naked breasts, he squirmed forward, pressing himself down tightly against her sprawled nakedness. Then his hands slipped down to her waist and under her buttocks, lifting her lax body to his, forcing himself to the very final inch of her virile young manhood deep within her core.

A dark, pacifying lassitude had taken possession of Rachel Woodling now. It was almost as if she were experiencing a dream within a dream, or as if her disembodied spirit were lurking within this room and watching her own helpless, naked body being manipulated and used. And yet between the spirit and the flesh there was, even in her torpor, a curiously sensate awareness. The lips of her vulva had begun to twitch and quake and even to moisten, and the muscles of her sleek thighs flexed and quivered voluptuously. The rhythm of her breathing had quickened slightly, and the exquisite buds of her nipples had darkened and stiffened as with tumescence. Too, the delicate wings of her nostrils had begun to flare slightly and then to shrink in the unmistakable reaction of sexual arousal To the inexperienced but ecstatic youth, the sensation of feeling what was like a fluttering of her vaginal walls against his imbedded penis was indescribably exciting. Fiercely, he had to grind his teeth again and stiffen his entire body to hold back the bubbling tide of ejaculatory essence. Once again immobilizing himself, he twisted his flushed face back to his sister: "Heather-is It okay to come inside of her-you know what I mean-I don't want to get her into any trouble-?"

"You stupid twerp, didn't I tell you she's on the pill? Sure you're going to come inside her cunt, isn't that what fucking's all about? Boy oh boy, I'm sure glad I never let you bang me, little brother. Of all the stupid creeps I ever saw, you really take the cake!"

"Aw, cut it out, willya" he groaned, turning back to contemplate his sprawled mature victim. He reveled in. the resilient elasticity of her naked buttocks to the clenching possession of his sinewy young fingers. As never before, all the wild erotic fantasies of his adolescence were crystallized into a cogent reality that surpassed the most outlandish lust-dream he had ever conjured. And the very enormity of his act was like a fiery aphrodisiac within his loins.

Heather moved forward slightly to get a better angle for a closeup, her face flushed and her eyes sparkling. She squeezed her supple thighs together, slyly rubbing them back and forth as she herself began to respond to the sensual aura of this midnight escapade. Timmy glanced round, his eyes glazed and wide, and the sight of his sister's own mouthwatering loveliness in the clinging yellow shortie nightie further whetted his shuddering rut. With a choking cry, he drew himself back, then lunged to the hilt inside his stepmother's warm tight sheath, his fingers convulsively digging into the smooth warm palpitating flesh of her lower buttocks as he thus announced the approach of his supreme moment.

"I'm fucking you, Mummy darling, do you feel me? That's right, Mummy, your own little son is screwing that sweet cunt of yours good-wake up and tell me how you like it, Mummy darling!" he mouthed as he quickened his thrusts.

Rachel's body quaked and shuddered under the stress of his digging, driving frictional usurpation. Her head slowly turned to the other side, her eyes still closed and the eyelids vaguely fluttering. Almost inaudible little moans escaped her slightly parted lips now. But the shuddering of her naked breasts and the darkened, flint-like surgings of her nipples bespoke the betrayal of her own healthy eager flesh… perhaps the more responsive because of her own deprivation since the disappointment of the honeymoon and the subsequent weeks of frustrating union with Timmy's father.

Heather, moving to the side of the bed now, observed these telltale signs and understood them as a woman: "You've got her all hot and worked now, little brother, go ahead and fuck hell out of Mummy!" she exhorted in a taut, shuddering voice.

He needed no encouragement now. An electrifying current of sexual desire swept through his wiry young body as he accelerated his pace, thrusting again and again and again to the very hilt within his stepmother's vaginal cavern, his fingers digging relentlessly into the inner edges of her lower buttocks, his mouth feasting now on one dark, stiff nipple as he readied himself for the last assault upon her beautiful, helpless, almost unconscious body.

And then with a hoarse bellow of untold rapture, his aching agony was released as with a final thrust, he glued himself to Rachel Woodling's nakedness, crushing her passive mouth under his, as he felt his essence shatteringly burst deep within her vitals, and lay panting and fulfilled upon her.

"Not too bad for your first fuck, little brother," Heather drawled. She set the camera down on the night table beside the bed. "Now get off and go to the bathroom while I sponge her off. I've got dibs on Mummy next. And you can make the movie."

Young Timmy Woodling withdrew himself with a sobbing groan and slow-slowly clambered off the bed, his organ limp and stickied. Seeing his sister's contemptuous eyes on his dwindled manhood, he had the good grace to blush and lower his eyes, then to mumble, "Aw, why do you have to treat me like a kid anymore? I'm a man now, you know damn well I am, Heather!"

"All right, little brother, if it will make you any happier, you're a man. But go wash yourself and hurry back. It's no treat for me to look at what you've got left now, you know," she sneered.

With a stifled oath, the youth hurried to the bathroom, while Heather, opening the drawer of the little table, took out a handful of Kleenex and, bending over the inert Rachel, began very gently though mockingly to sponge the stickied lips of her vulva. Then, her eyes blazing as she contemplated the rumpled open pajama tops, the smooth basin of Rachel's palpitating naked belly, the matted black curls of the pubis and the noticeably chafed-looking pink lips of her vulva, she swiftly doffed her nightie and flung herself down naked on the bed beside her stepmother. "Now it's my turn, Mummy," she crooned as her slim fingers began to caress and fondle Rachel Woodling's swelling naked bosom.

When the youth returned, he gasped in lecherous amazement to see Heather's sinuous, milky-white nakedness stretched out over Rachel Woodling's body, Heather's lush round buttocks tightening and rippling as she began lasciviously to grind her loins against her dormant victim's.

"Jeez, Heather!" he gasped hoarsely, "what a terrific shape you've got! Lemme fuck you, just this once, please, Sis!"

"You touch me, little brother, and I'll tell Dad and he'll cut your nuts off," the red-haired young woman viciously hissed without turning to look at him. "Just do what you have to do, take the camera and get all of this. I'm going to go down on Mummy till I come. And I'll bet I make her come, too. Go on now, you heard me!"

His fingers trembled as he retrieved the camera and stepped back, set it into motion, his eyes fixed on the white hillocks of his sister's squirming, weaving buttocks.

"That's the girl, Mummy," Heather murmured salaciously, her lips nuzzling first one dark, stiff nipple and then the other, "I'll bet you like this lots better. Women are always gentler with one another, aren't they, Mummy? Do you feel my little cunny saying hello to yours, Mummy darling? You bitch, come on, give it down to little Heather!"

Once again, excited by the sight and the sound of his sister's Lesbian conquest of his stepmother, the blond youth found himself in full erection. The camera shook in his trembling hands as he tried to steady it, his eyes glazed and enormous as they drank in the scene before him.

Writhing like a serpent, slithering her loins back and forth from side to side over Rachel's, Heather WoodIing performed the tribadistic ritual of Sappho with her beautiful naked stepmother. Her body shivered as her passion seethed, and now her mouth suckingly devoured Rachel's, her tongue thrusting past the lax soft moist lips to dig inside her stepmother's mouth as In a kind of penis-envy she achieved her own carnal possession of that exquisite, inert body on the bed.

Now, her right hand cupping and kneading Rachel's left breast, Heather slid her left hand under the brunette's hips, her forefinger questing for the sinuous cleft between the resilient warm buttocks. Finding it, she slyly prodded the puckering dainty lips of Rachel's anus, and then she began to quicken her grinding, frictional maneuver over Rachel's quivering loins.

"She feels me, I can tell, Timmy! Move up closer, get all this you can," she excitedly panted.

"Yeah, oh, Jeez, Heather!"

Heather's milky-sheened body writhed and jerked now in a turbulent frenzy as orgasm approached her. Heedless of her brother's lecherous stupefaction, she squirmed and ground and twisted and arched herself back and forth until suddenly with an inchoate cry, her body vibrated and threshed in the throes of climax.

A long moment later, in a drowsy, gloating voice, she murmured, "I needed that, little brother! And I've got a hunch that Mummy needed it, too. I could feel that itchy cunt of hers just about ready to give it all down, but I beat her to it. Come on now, let's go back to sleep. And hide that movie where nobody'll find it till we need it. We're going to have a little chat with Mummy about the facts of life, and it's going to pay off, you'll see!"