"Aunt Dorothy book I" - читать интересную книгу автора (Wilkinson Grace)

CHAPTER THREE

It was a cloudy Saturday morning and Joe was inclined to sleep even later than usual. He lingered beneath the warm covers, savoring half-awake memories of the night before. It was just amazing how much more interesting the world had become in a few short hours. He had always had the strange suspicion that if he only waited long enough he would have the exciting life he had always craved… and now it had happened, the one event that he was certain would open up the door to the kind of world he'd always imagined existed. He lay there congratulating himself, and in a way wanting to remain in that blissful state, if only because it was sure and certain… and he didn't have to do anything about it… it had already happened. As for the future… well, in a few minutes he would get up and start to find out about it. Meanwhile, his rampant young penis wakened anew to his touch as he conjured up the lewd picture of his sister as he had seen her the night before.

He wished somehow, that he could picture more things… he knew that there were more things, but at the moment his imagination was limited… a situation that he hoped would soon be rectified!

Moments later, he heard stirrings in the house and he knew that his father and Lee were probably up and about. Carefully, he got out of bed. He felt unaccountably fragile, as though his secret had made him very delicate, and in this lighthearted state, he showered and put on his khaki pants and a tee shirt. After surveying his freckled face, the clean white teeth, clear blue eyes and pug nose, he ambled out to the kitchen.

He was surprised when he saw his father sitting at the table over a cup of black coffee. He hadn't shaved yet, something unusual for his father and Joe decided that he looked decidedly disgruntled… a little bit the way he looked when he had a hangover.

"Morning, Dad… what's up?" Joe asked as he ambled over to the refrigerator and poured himself a large glass of milk.

"Nothing, son…" Art replied. "Nothing at all." He took another gulp of hot coffee and groaned, thinking something he rarely thought… that Joe wasn't actually his son. The only reason he was thinking of this, he knew, was because he had fucked his mother for the first time last night. He ached all over from the unusual strain upon muscles he hadn't used in years. But by God, he'd fucked hell out of her! he thought, pleased with himself. But he was still upset by their parting… where it should have been sweet like the rest of the evening, when it was all over Dorothy had suddenly turned on him, calling him every name she could think of before hurriedly putting on her clothes and running out of the house. He just couldn't understand it… or rather, he didn't want to understand it. After going through a night like that with a voluptuous and sensuous woman, he just didn't seem to be able to make any sense of it. He was still hurt and puzzled about the whole thing, but deep down he knew that there were strong moral forces behind his sister-in-law's reaction… after all, she was married… and although he was a widower… he was her dead sister's husband!

"… shit…" he muttered under his breath.

"Wadya say, Dad?" Joe looked curiously at his father, wondering if he too had been through something odd last night… perhaps the very thing that Lee had seen through the keyhole! That thought sent a shiver running down his belly and he sat down quickly so that Art wouldn't see the erection that had risen slightly in his tight pants. He got them all the time now… at the slightest thought of anything the least bit interesting… sometimes he even got them when thinking about something delicious to eat… like apple pie… the kind Aunt Dorothy often baked and brought over to them.

Seeing that his father wasn't going to answer his question, Joe poured from the box of cornflakes that was always in the center of the kitchen table. He was used to fixing his own breakfast having been pretty much on his own since his mother died. Art had usually left for his job as a construction foreman in town by the time they got up to go to school and when he came home, they were usually the ones who fixed supper. It was a nice arrangement and both he and his sister Lee had come to prize their independence.

"Good morning all!"

Joe whirled about and saw his sister approaching the table and he felt his heart thudding loudly. His breath caught in his throat as he saw for the first time how beautiful she really was! She was wearing a short white dress of thin cotton… and although Joe couldn't see anything that special about it, it made Lee look like a fairy princess. Her ash blonde hair hung in curls around her shoulders and she looked as if butter would melt in her mouth. The young girl smiled sweetly at both her brother and father, taking her place beside them at the table. Gracefully, she helped herself to cereal, seemingly oblivious to both of their stares.

Joe wondered if his father was noticing how beautiful she looked today too… and he wondered what he would think if he could have seen his daughter with her nightgown pulled up around her hips, displaying the perfect petals of her little pussy as her fingers worked passionately within its deep fleshy folds. How would Daddy have reacted to that!? But this was a brief speculation, for soon Joe was lost in his own personal image of Lee… the new one. She was a beautiful girl, not just his younger sister, and he felt himself responding to her in an entirely different way as though his watching her the night before had turned her into a completely different person. He felt unaccountably shy with her and could not meet her eyes. Beneath the table, his swollen young penis pulsed hotly and from time to time he would cast sideways glances at the protrusions of his sister's breasts where they pushed against her dress. Last night he had seen them! he kept telling himself. But today, it was even more exciting, seeing her with clothes on! It was all very confusing. He longed to talk to her, to ask her first what it was she was looking at last night, but, he knew that that would automatically give him away and his sister would know that she herself had been spied upon.

Art looked at his daughter with surprise too. There was something different about her today… but he couldn't figure out what it was. She was getting more beautiful everyday, he thought… and it pained him to see the resemblance to both his wife and to Dorothy. Yes, the family strain was very strong. And with something akin to panic, it occurred to Art that one day in the not too distant future, his little girl, now only thirteen, would be moaning under some bastard like himself, having the time of her life probably, while some creep fucked the stuffing out of her! He got up and went to the stove to fetch the coffee pot, trying to tell himself what a damn fool he was for getting so excited about something that A, couldn't be helped and B, was a long way off. But somehow, he couldn't erase the uneasy feeling and worse, he had a distinct image in his mind… a full blown color photo… of what little Lee would look like, panting and squirming while her little cunt was filled to the belly by some massive prick!

Abruptly, he left the kitchen without saying a word to either of the children. He went into the hall closet and got out his plaid hunter's jacket. It was October and although there were still a few warm days hawking back to summer, today was definitely looking toward the hard winter that had been promised for the entire Eastern Seaboard. He wasn't sure just where he was going, but he knew he had to get out of the house. The combination of what had happened with Dot last night and what he'd just dreamed up about his daughter was just too much for him to take. He figured he'd walk around for a while and then maybe go down to the lodge and watch the game on TV… maybe a couple of the fellow would show and he would go a few rounds of stud poker.

"See you later, kids!" he called as he started out the door. "Don't forget your chores!"

Lee and Joe stared at each other. Lee was bursting to tell him about Daddy and Aunt Dot… but something held her back. She really needed the right atmosphere… the right circumstances to disclose her big secret. She felt ravenously hungry and very adult. The mysteries of life were opening up to her and she was more than equal to them. She felt strong and proud… invincible really… it wasn't every day that a kid found out such an earth shaking secret… and she felt doubly blessed. After all, she could have just happened to come upon them kissing… whereas what they'd been doing in the den was very far removed from that mild form of affection!

She looked up at her brother with a new fire in her eyes, trying to convey to him her new knowledge without actually using words… but all that Joe could see in her eyes was the reflection of his own desire-wracked face. He wanted to touch her… to touch her between the legs just the way she had been touching herself… that would be simple enough… he had seen well enough what she'd done and he knew that he would be able to repeat it gesture for gesture.

"What are you going to do today?" Lee asked suddenly, still staring at him strangely.

"Oh… I don't know… fool around I guess… what are you going to do?"

"… Dunno… watch Bandstand on TV later, maybe… you wanna watch with me?"

"… Sure…" Joe replied shyly. Any other time he would have told his sister she was crazy and gone out to play tackle football with the guys the way he usually did. But today, he felt that he couldn't afford to pass up any opportunity to be with the hot young creature who just happened to be his sister too. Besides, he figured if he hung around her long enough, she'd tell him what she'd seen.

"I'm gonna work on my model plane in the basement, anyway… we could watch down there…"

"It's a date!" Lee cried, leaping up from the table. She took a big bunch of grapes from the ice box and cradling them in her bare hands, headed for the living room. Joe sat perfectly still, watching her walk away from him. She swayed when she walked. Had she always done that? He didn't think so… but then he'd never watched his sister walk away from him before either. He watched her all the way into the living room until he saw her plunk herself down on the sofa, picking up a confessions magazine as she did so. The image of her full, yet compactly small buttocks remained engraved on his mind. He'd like to touch them too, he thought. He wondered if she would let him? He knew that in the past whenever he had wanted to do something and she hadn't, he had always won out… but this was another matter entirely, and most of the self-confidence he normally felt with his sister had been completely undermined.

Confused, he cleared the table, realizing that Lee had no intentions of doing the dishes and that any chores that they had to do would no doubt be left until the very last minute. He piled the cups and saucers and bowls in the sink and then decided to go outside for a while. Looking at the wall clock, he saw that they had a full hour before Bandstand was due to come on. Somehow, it seemed such a long time to wait for what he had begun to think of as the cozy date that he had with his sister in the basement. But in another way, when he thought about it in a certain light, it seemed only seconds away and he hoped to prolong the time just as any child on the verge of adulthood has moments when he innately senses that there are some things far better about remaining a child.

The air was crisp when Joe stepped outside the door, aware that Lee was watching him from the living room sofa. He casually closed the door behind him and began to button up his thick school sweater, the one with the letter he got for wrestling, on the back in steel and garnet, the school colors. He had always thought that steel and garnet were pretty crummy names for what was really ugly maroon and battleship gray, but the letter was a great symbol of his manhood and he was proud of it.

Looking up at the sky, he saw dark storm clouds gathering to the east, and he presumed that it was already raining out over the ocean. He decided that a short walk to the basketball court at the corner would give him something to occupy his time and he set off in that direction. As he walked, the yellow maple leaves were being whipped off the trees, to fall in damp clumps on the cement below his feet. Everything in nature was echoing what he was feeling inside. When he got to the corner, he threw a few baskets with the guys who were there and then growing bored quickly, he returned home. He kept thinking of his younger sister, Lee, and her little golden pussy…

Using his key, he let himself in and was surprised to find that she was nowhere in sight. It was almost time for the program to come on! Hurrying to the basement door, he was elated to hear the sound of the television set blaring from below. Hastily, he clamored down the wooden steps. She was sitting on the floor on the braided straw rug that had been there ever since they could remember. He noticed that she had changed into a pair of white shorts so tight fitting around her hips that he wondered just how she could breath in them. He found himself breathing hard as he sat down next to her after bringing over one of his models for a final adjustment before it would be ready to fly.

"Hi!" Lee said casually, keeping her eyes glued to the screen. Joe looked at her, wondering if he had imagined everything that happened last night. She looked totally innocent of ever having had a lewd thought in her life.

On the blurred screen of the old TV set, teenaged couples could be seen dancing with each other to the latest hits. Joe wasn't very interested in seeing the gyrating couples but he did find himself appraising some of the better looking girls in a new light. He was looking at them as potential young pieces of tail…

"WOW!" he thought, when he realized what he was thinking. His sister's presence next to him was warm and quiet. She seemed completely engrossed in the program. Several times he thought she was going to say something and then was disappointed when she remained silent. He found himself getting more and more excited and once when his arm brushed against hers he felt the hairs on his neck standing on end. She jumped about a mile and he began to suspect that she was just as nervous as he was. He decided to take the upper hand during a commercial.

"How'd you sleep last night?" he asked slyly, amazed at his own boldness.

His sister looked at him curiously and answered, "OK, I guess…" And then as an afterthought, "how'd you sleep?"

Joe looked directly into her eyes and saw something like embarrassment there. And yet, Lee continued to meet his gaze defiantly. He coughed and looked down at the model plane in his hands.

"… not so good…" he croaked his answer. There was a long pause and then he added breathlessly, "I… uh… kept hearing things…"

Lee stirred beside him and said nothing.

"… and seeing things!" Joe added for good measure. No sense in backing down now!

His sister looked at him now, realizing that Joe had seen her nocturnal vigil in the hall. She realized that he had probably seen everything and after a few moments of severe discomfort, she finally mustered up her bravado and smiled.

"Did you enjoy what you saw?" she asked, her small pointed tongue lingering a bit on her lips before she tucked it back into her mouth.

Joe's cock leapt to attention, pressing upwards. God, would it ever stay down again?

"… yea…" he answered, "very much…"

A force field had grown up between them and Joe suddenly pushed his model plane away. He felt as though every word they were saying was of some historical value, so important did it all seem. He could feel them drawing nearer, to each other and nearer to the recognition of many secret things.

Lee's hand suddenly moved upward and touched his cheek. He felt as though her fingers were burning a hole in his face and squirmed a little, but not so much as to make her move her hand away. He didn't quite know how it happened, but seconds later he simply leaned forward and kissed her. At first he kissed her tentatively on the cheek, but then he was shocked to feel her hands drawing him closer to her… forcing his mouth hard against her softly giving lips. To his own surprise, he found himself drawing back, trying to get away.

"No… no, Sis… we shouldn't… I mean…"

"Oh, Joe, there's nothing wrong with kissing!" his younger sister answered, her blue eyes shining. But nevertheless, Joe saw that her lower lip was trembling and that she seemed on the verge of tears. Outside there was a rumble of thunder and moments later, wind and rain began to splatter against the small basement window.

"I… I saw you last night…" Joe blurted out as though this direct statement would clear the air between them. But Lee only leaned forward again and placed her lips on his, this time sticking her tongue out so that it wet his lips and poked between them, seeking entrance to his mouth. Joe kept his eyes wide open, aware of the television blasting nonsense words in the background and the storm outside. Strange streaks of excitement whirled round inside him, emanating from his lips and continuing throughout his body down to where his youthful penis jerked spontaneously below.

At last the kiss was over.

"Joe, would you like to touch me?" Lee asked. Her voice sounded low and urgent and Joe remembered his earlier thought of wanting to touch her… his fantasy of making her go through with it. But now, she was the aggressor and he… God, why was he acting so dumb! He struggled inwardly against his reticence wishing to appear knowledgeable to his younger sister… but all he could do was stammer out a series of unintelligible sounds in answer to her request.

When Joe did nothing further but remain sitting there close beside her on the floor, his arm touching hers, Lee smiled reassuringly up at him and said, "Here… give me your hand."

Her hand felt cool and very small in his as she picked it up and placed it at the opening of her loose blouse. Closing her eyes half-way and sighing a little, she gave it a little push into the interior of the material. Joe's fingers encountered the creamy young flesh of her neck and then, naturally continuing downward, across the even textured skin. When his hand came to a stop just before reaching the faint rise of the top of her breast, Lee prompted him.

"Go on… go on… a little bit more…"

Joe felt like a time bomb about to explode, but he let his hand be guided still deeper into the mysterious cavern of her throat. Then the tips of his fingers were brushing the gently rising mound of tenderness that formed her right breast. He had never felt anything so soft! He knew that his own skin was not nearly so smooth and he was prompted to wonder if all women were like that… perhaps even Aunt Dot! The very thought of his Aunt made him start to shake, but at the same time his desire doubled instantly, giving him the courage he lacked. He reached out and cupped the entire mound of his sister's ripe young breast in his trembling hand. In his palm pulsed the rubbery tip of her nipple! It felt very odd and undeniably exciting. His fingers came together to twist the firm bud of flesh and as he did so, he felt her wiggle and squirm a little.

"Ooooooohhh…" she sighed, leaning forward to kiss him again, "… ooooohhhhhh…"

Joe recalled in vivid detail how Lee had teased her own breasts the night before and began in earnest to attempt to recreate the experience she had given herself. He felt driven now, and he knew that he would need little guidance from that moment on. As she quivered with pleasure beneath his touches, a sense of power rose in him and he knew for the first time, the purely masculine joy of pleasing a girl. It was a heady feeling and one which gained complete control of him, making him lose track of the time and the place. He even forgot that Lee was his sister. It didn't seem to matter really. With her lips so wet and open, playing on his, her tongue thrust deep in his mouth, he could hardly think at all! What mattered was that he was a boy and she a girl… a more than willing girl at that! And as the delicious moments passed, he found himself becoming more and more agitated. His hand ground down upon the delicacy of her breasts now going from one to the other with feverish speed, and as he returned her fervent kisses, he pushed them both back upon the rug.

"Joe… oh, Joe…" Lee murmured between kisses, "… do me… do me like you saw me do last night… please!"

Lee felt as though everything was coming apart. She felt light and airy and totally receptive as little shivers took hold of her at her slightly older brother's strong caresses. From the moment he had first hinted about seeing her last night, she had felt a burning heat in her loins and urgent desires for him to touch her. It had seemed like nothing could stop her from making that wish come true. Her nipples felt sensitive and red but the pain was even more wonderful than the pleasure as she urged him to continue. She was lying flat on her back now looking up at him. His boyish face was a mask of desire and just looking at him made her squirm with lust. He was lying on his side beside her and she lifted her arms up to draw him over her.

"Yeesssssss…" she hissed as his body molded over hers. "Yeeeeesssssss…"

"L… L… Lee…" Joe stammered. "Are… are you sure?"

"Oh, yes… I'm sure… like last night… just like what you saw yes… yes… yes…"

Joe's hand fumbled forward and downward. He could hardly breathe correctly and sometimes he found he was holding his breath and other times panting lewdly. His hand traveled down along her belly and he felt her lifting up to undo the back of her shorts. Her pelvis bumped up against his and he felt his hard, incited young cock digging through all the layers of material into her stomach.

Lee felt it prod just as she undid the zipper on her shorts and she gulped. She hurriedly and awkwardly tried to pull the shorts down and Joe found himself helping her. Bit by bit the brief pants peeled down and it was clear that she was naked underneath them. Down, down over her young, but already rounding hips, and pale white loins… revealing her bellybutton and the naked expanse of her flat stomach… then the same golden patch of light triangular fuzz that he had spied last night… only now it was so very near… came into view!

Joe swallowed the excess saliva that seemed to have accumulated in his mouth as Lee kicked off her shorts. His hands resumed an ardent manipulation of his sister's pliant young breasts. Wave after wave of hot passion overwhelmed him as his fingers ran harshly and then lightly over her young girlish titties. He was enjoying them like a child with new toys on Christmas morning. His other hand lingered at the tiny hollow of her navel scarcely daring to move on. It seemed that it would stay there forever when suddenly, Lee whispered, "Let's play a game…" His sister's entire lower torso was undulating now beneath his hand and he was lying half on her and half on the floor.

"What kind of game?" he asked, his prick aching, balls tingling.

"Let's pretend…" Her hand was on his… the one on her belly… and she began to move it down along the satiny naked flesh.

"Do you think I'm pretty…?" Lee said changing the subject, almost timid now.

"What game?" Joe almost shouted. Everything was just too much for him now and he was suddenly unaccountably angry. The slowness with which his hand inched toward the tousled blondeness of her moist little pussy was almost unendurable but he was powerless to make it go faster, to give his hand a will of its own.

"You pretend I'm someone else… anyone… like a movie star… or… or… just anyone you like a lot… and I'll do the same… and after… after we'll tell each other…"

Joe never got a chance to answer his sister's question as at that very moment, his hand found itself entangled within the wetness of the hair-fringed opening of her small palpitating pussy.

And as far as he was concerned it wasn't Lee he was touching… he was playing her game all right… and he wasn't touching his sister's cunt at all… it was Aunt Dot's! She too would be blonde down there and she would feel just like that. The wet slit opened at the slightest touch of his fingers as he let them dip into the soft fleshiness of the fuzz-lined lips. She was rolling on the floor, her pussy squirming from side to side, making his fingers touch every seeping bit of it… from the top of the tiny tip of flesh that sprang back beneath his prodding to the deep well-like clefts, the protruding inner lips… then down below to the tiny throbbing hole!

Unbelievably, he felt a totally unexpected touch on his groin. Lee was fumbling at his fly, searching for the zipper. With accumulating desire, he felt her pull it all the way down and then she reached inside to fondle his hot raging penis. She pulled on it and it sprang out, bobbing like a fish out of water. Lee's voice reverberated softly in the basement room.

"Oh, darling… darling Daddy…"

Joe was shocked, but the sudden knowledge that Daddy was the person Lee was imaging was enormously stimulating and he felt his cock leap in her warm caressing palm. He renewed his fervent touches, no longer ashamed to be imagining his beautiful Aunt now that he knew the full extent of his sister's imagination, but letting himself slip evermore completely into his fantasy as surely as his fingers dug wetly between her hot young thighs.

As his fingers worked firmly within the confines of the tiny slippery hole between her legs, Joe had another moment of indecision. This is wrong… very wrong! But just as the thought flashed across his mind, a vision of his aunt's face superimposed across Lee's and simultaneously, she pushed his foreskin all the way down to the base of his now raging penis.

"Oh, God… ohohohohohoh… it's wonderful… don't stop… don't stop…" He felt a thick tension building up inside him. His cock in his sister's hand, letting the tiny drops of pre-cum slide down on her fingers, caressing the thick head, slipping rapidly up and down.

"Daddy… oh, Daddy…" Lee moaned, her voice sounding as though she were in a coma… coming as if from the bottom of a well. She was in heaven. It felt wickedly good… so good to have the double joy of her brother's frantic hand at her lustful cunt and the bitter-sweet dream that that hand belonged to her father. She could hear the obscene beat of one of the most popular new songs still playing on the television and Joe's middle finger seemed to be manipulating her virgin flesh in time to it! No one else had ever touched her before and she realized how much greater the pleasure was than when she used her own hands. She held onto her brother's penis, instinctively doing the right thing and learning from his reactions just what he liked best. She could feel the hard ragged weave of the straw rug on her moving buttocks and Joe's fingers on her breasts and her blonde cunt felt magical. Her whole body writhed uncontrollably on the basement floor as she parted her legs wide to accept the welcome intrusion of her father's… yes, it was her own dear daddy's hands. She clutched at the hard prick in her hand with great urgency while pushing her hips up so that the fingers could smooth deeply within the folds of her tight young pussy. She felt a sudden madness as her loins began to tingle with a growing sense of complete abandon. There was nothing else in the world but this wonderful sex… and she vowed silently through her passion to devote herself to it from then on.

Joe's fingers strained to gain entrance to his younger sister's cuntal aperture pushing at the tiny vaginal slit that he had so recently discovered. He thought he was going to cum, but remembering the night before, he realized that Lee had not yet responded completely as she had done in her final agony on the hall floor. It was hard, but he tried to restrain himself, all the while pushing his finger upward against the tight opening at the base of Aunt Dot's pussy.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm…" Lee moaned. "Ooooohhhhhhhhhh Daddy… do it… do it to meeeeeee…" she begged, gasping. She was coming near to orgasm as Joe's finger gave a last push and entered the minute vaginal channel, sliding halfway up inside the incredible wet warmth. Lee's body became something no longer kin to human. She was twisting and turning, grinding her teeth, opening her small well-formed thighs outward and then rapidly closing them in, vise-like on his churning hand.

"Oh, God! Oh, yes! Oh! Oh Daddy! IIIIIIIIIIII…" Lee fell back still under the lascivious control of her brother's finger, her little pussy convulsing wildly as delight surged through her sensitive nerve endings. She saw flashes of light behind her closed eyes and thought she was blacking out. The pink flanges of her pussy gratefully responded to Joe's rapid finger fucking, shivering with a new torment as her virgin vagina was penetrated deeper and deeper by his probing digit.

Automatically, her hand jerked back and forth on Joe's cock, pulling the loose foreskin upward savagely as she rolled beneath the effects of her orgasm. The tip of his cock appeared one last time before he threw his head back and gave out a short sharp cry. His semen began to spurt unevenly at first and then a thick long stream flooded forth from his jerking cock. His balls were dancing as they let loose their fluids, relieved to be rid of their hot searing contents. Joe looked down and seemed to see Aunt Dot's face once again… seemed to feel her orgasmic fluids seeping around his fingers and as his sperm fell across the naked belly of the young girl beneath him, he saw his aunt's creamy nudity, the light downy fuzz that led a straight path down her stomach toward the hot little spot down between her quivering legs.

Lee groaned as the last dregs of her orgasm spun through her. She lay as though thrown on the floor from a great distance, her legs crooked, body twisted… only the lower half of her completely naked… her upper torso still covered by her crumpled blouse. In her ears she still heard her own cries as well as Joe's.

"Aunt Dot…" he'd cried out. "Aunt Dot!" just before he fell over her in a crumpled heap.

And as she felt his finger twitch a little, still snuggled deep inside the velvet sheath between her thighs, a plan was already beginning to form in her mind.