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

CHAPTER EIGHT

Art could hardly look his young daughter in the face. Since that weird night in the workman's shack in the park three nights ago, he had been unusually restless. He slept only fitfully and he had funny dreams. For one thing, he kept dreaming that the girl… the virgin who'd impaled herself on his prick was his own little Lee! The perversity of this dream disturbed him very much… but he couldn't help noticing what he thought was a resemblance in size at least to the girl whose body had so effectively pumped up and down on his raging erection. In his weaker moments, he even went so far as to imagine Lee with her long blonde curls doing the same thing as that other little girl had done.

And it didn't help at all that she had taken to returning her father's glances with very odd stares of her own. He had a hard-on most of the time these days… and it made him miserable. After he had finally been left alone in the park that night, he had managed to extricate himself from his bindings and groggy from whatever drug he had consumed… When and how? he asked himself a million times… he'd staggered home.

The entire thing was such a mystery… and he felt so curiously guilty about what had happened that he decided to be as vague as possible to Dorothy about the entire incident. He simply told her that he had gone to the shack and found nothing. He told her in addition that he didn't think there were any photographs and that he was sure they'd heard the last of their blackmailers.

"The money you gave them must have been all they wanted…" he added.

There was no money, Dorothy puzzled to herself while she talked to him from the phone booth. All they must have wanted was me!

It was the day after her experience with Nick and her bottom was incredibly sore. She could hardly sit down! The whole thing was very depressing to say the least. Art sounded distant and distracted to her on the telephone and she hung up feeling completely let down. Leaving the phone booth she started the short walk back to her house. It was dusk and Nick – the bastard! – had informed her not to wait dinner for him… that he had an "appointment" in town. She knew just what kind of "appointment" it was, but refrained from saying anything. For one thing, his lewd remarks to her that morning about her unexpected response to his advances the night before had been enough to make her never want to speak to him again. He'd said something horrible about the way her "ass looked so hot from behind" and then something about always doing it that way from then on! The thought had made her want to run screaming from the room. She had left the room in tears, the screaming only resounding inside her aching head.

And now this strangely deflating conversation with Art… what was to become of all of them anyway? She realized that she hadn't even seen her son, Joe in days… not since the beginning this whole mess! Tonight she could only look forward to an empty house and her own pressing thoughts. From her brother-in-law's tone of voice she was sure that he was in no mood for her company that night. Did he ever want to see her again, she wondered… after all she'd put him through?

Dorothy returned to the house feeling sad and lonely. She climbed the steps leading up to her colonial style home, and when she opened the door, she was singularly unimpressed by the elegant interior. It was all beautiful, but it looked unlived in… unhappy. She went right away to the kitchen where she kept a well stocked liquor cabinet and poured herself a stiff martini. The taste of it made her recall that night at Art's… the memory was sweet, but with a bitter aftertaste.

After two drinks in the vastly empty living room, Dorothy decided that she needed another and this time returned from her trip to the kitchen with the entire bottle of Beefeater's Gin tucked under her arm. She reclined in one of the big easy chairs and downed a full glass easily. The cool liquid was really beginning to taste good now and never one for drinking much, Dot felt a moment of sympathy for all the heavy drinkers she knew. It certainly did seem to help a great deal! Her thoughts were soon one big blur and she found it easier and easier to skip over the unpleasant things about what had happened and to concentrate on the nice ones. She thought a lot about Joe… about what he would be like when he was a grown man. She even had a fantasy about telling him that she was really his mother. In her imagination, he threw his arms around her, kissing her and hugging her to him. Feeling flushed from this pleasant thought, she moved on to thoughts of Art and found herself getting decidedly moist between the legs. She wriggled down a little bit into the soft cushion, squeezing her legs closer together and found that this only increased the tingling sensation she was beginning to feel down there.

Before she knew it, she was thinking about the night someone had made such wonderful love to her in that dingy, sordid place. She had tried not to think of it at all… or at least as little as possible since it happened, but now the undeniable pleasure she had received made her retrace every single thing that had happened to her that night. When she realized fully that she was massaging one of her breasts with her hand, she caught herself and mentally gave herself a scolding. Pouring another drink, and spilling some, because of her trembling hands, she had what she considered a brilliant thought. Perhaps if she went to the shack tonight, she could find some clue as to who the blackmailers were. That way, if they ever bothered her or Art again, she would have some kind of evidence to hold over them! It seemed a wonderful plan and Dorothy stumbled to the closet to get her coat. She hurried out of the house without even bothering to put on her makeup the way she usually did and started looking for a cab.

Lee and Joe had grown restless at the house. Hand in hand, they slipped out the door deciding to go to "their" shack as they now referred to it, where they could be sure they could not be disturbed.

As they walked, Lee whispered into her brother's ear.

"Your cock felt so good in my cunt last night… thank you, big brother… It was wonderful."

Joe blushed, remembering how his sister had called out his name and screamed in ecstasy under him. They had both been worried about waking up their father… but it had been impossible to make less noise.

"Now that Dad's fucked you, you feel so luscious…" Joe admitted. It felt wonderful to feel her young girlish figure beneath his hard lean body and while he'd fucked her, he had constant images of the obscene spectacle of her fucking herself on top of Dad's lust bloated cock!

They reached the shack, hidden deep in the park and by the time they arrived they were both ready for each other once again. Within instants, they were naked and they fumbled toward each other in the dark. A shaft of the full moon shone in through the window and they chose to lie in its beam, stretching out together on the floor. Lee spread her legs wide and Joe crawled between their soft whiteness, his cock wavering before him. Impatiently, he slipped it into the soft golden fuzz between his sister's legs, feeling her excited moisture wet its head like warm butter as he started to sink in.

"Oooooooohh… Joe… my own sweet brother!" Lee moaned. "Ooooooooooh… fill me with your wonderful prick… that's right… that's right… all the way… All the way… aaaaaaaaaaaaaahh!"

It had slipped all the way to the bottom, ending with a soft thud and Joe grit his teeth from the wondrous feeling of her tight child's pussy clutching so hungrily at his cock. He pulled slowly back out and then forged ahead again.

"Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh…" Lee hissed between her tightly clenched teeth.

"I love fucking your cunt, Sis… I love it…!" Joe whispered to his sister.

Dorothy staggered drunkenly through the park. It was hard to see and she almost fell twice, but she was determined to get to the shack. In a short time she arrived, completely disheveled and out of breath. She decided the best thing to do would be to look in the window first… then she would go in.

She saw the couple making love there on the floor and she drew back at first, shocked by the lewd sight of their intertwined naked bodies. Then it occurred to her that they were no doubt her tormentors… a young boy and a young girl!! She peered back in, still unable to recognize their faces in the half darkness and through her alcohol blurred vision.

But, also, as she watched their passionate lovemaking, she grew more and more excited… excited and angry at the same time. She told herself that anger was most of what she was feeling and suddenly she felt as though she had the strength and courage of ten wonder women… Just who did they think they were anyway? Holding onto the side of the wooden shack in order to keep her balance, she went around to the front and without even giving it a second thought, barged in through the door.

Joe and Lee rose precipitately from their naked embrace, caught completely off guard. In an instant they saw that it was Aunt Dot and that she was drunk! She lunged forward toward them in the dark, shrieking curses at them, her fists flying blindly.

Joe caught her from behind and Lee held on from the front. Together, they were able to subdue her somewhat and to their dismay she burst into hysterical sobs when she realized she had been trapped.

"What are we going to do?" Joe whispered, terrified by this unexpected twist.

"What do you think?" Lee responded.

Joe's naked prick leapt upward. They had both promised themselves to somehow figure out a way for each of them to know the sublime joys of both Daddy and Aunt Dot respectively… and now… now was clearly the chance.

Dorothy heard the voices as though it was her boy Joe talking… and the girl's voice sounded like Lee… but of course, she knew that that was impossible… the voices were those of her attackers… the ones she had heard that night… they'd been disguised then, but… they were the same. She felt their hands on her, turning her about… and somehow all her strength was gone. She felt like a limp rag. What were they doing? Spinning her… turning her… moving her down… she was falling and then someone was catching her. Hands were pulling at her shoes… her stockings… they were undressing her… no, not again… not again! But her body was already trembling and somehow her hips, once freed of her nylon panties wouldn't stay still… they kept writhing about, her bare buttocks pushing down into the blanket… the cool air coursing over her naked pussy… her pussy – OH MY GOD! – someone finally touched her there… it was divine… Oh thank you! There were many fingers plunging into her waiting vagina… and now someone was kneading her breasts… someone was kissing her… she felt like she was going to c-c… ccuuuuummmmmmmmm…

Dorothy exploded… just from those touches… her body had been on the verge all night and now she was cumming… wonderfully…

"Oooooooooooooooohhhh Joe!" she cried out. "Joe, my baby Joe!"

Joe could hardly contain his joy. His Aunt Dot had recognized him… not only recognized him, but accepted him… she wanted him! This time, he lost no time in getting on top of her. His thick cock was poised to enter the blonde white-fleshed Goddess who called his name and whose arms were now reaching up to him.

"Fuck her, Joe, fuck her…" his sister urged. She straddled the older woman's body, facing her brother, and with her small fingers, parted Dorothy's curly haired vaginal lips. Once they were wide apart and her brother's cock was getting ready to enter, she raised her little cuntal muff over Aunt Dot's face.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmph!" Dorothy murmured up into the sweet tasting petals of her niece's pussy. But then her son's staff was entering the tight opening of her own pussy and she thought she would swoon from the joy of it.

IT WAS JOE, something said in her head. It's Joe now and it was Joe then!!!

A small part of her tried to be shocked… horrified… tried to put an end to the perverted act… this incest… her niece's genitals rubbing over her lips… her son's penis… high up… but that was as far as it got. Those very things began to send her on a wild ecstatic trip from which she knew she would never return. She would always be addicted to this perfect harmony in her loins. She had never tasted a woman's secret parts before but there was something so soulfully satisfying about the little girl cunt that slipped and slid over her face and mouth that she couldn't have cared less whether it were her niece or some stranger off the street. And the piercing young cock in her belly was soothing away years of torment and uncertainty, years of pain and the loss of her son. Well, he was back now…really back… trying to gain entrance to the very womb from whence he first came!

Joe heard Aunt Dot murmuring his name and calling him her baby but she had always called him that… as long as he could remember and so to him she remained the sensual, wonderful aunt she had always been, except that now, he knew those breasts intimately, her scent that had haunted him for so long was now mingled with his. Her golden cunt was opening and closing… receiving and tormenting his cock expertly and she was screwing up her haunches, fucking back like an angel… and he was riding her blissfully.

"Oh, Aunt Dot… Aunt Dot! Your cunt is like a flower… Oh, God, Aunt Dot… the way you move…"

He leaned forward and held onto his sister. Of those in the room, only Aunt Dot knew that the two youngsters were in reality cousins… but did it matter? As Joe kissed Lee, he could feel the torment she was going through from Aunt Dot's tongue licking away between her widespread cunt lips. She bounced up and down over her aunt's open mouth, letting her tiny clitoris bump against the older woman's hungrily nibbling teeth.

"Ohohoooooh Joe, oh, Joe… I'm cummmmmming!" she cried, kissing him hard.

Joe's cock jerked upwards, speeding into his mother's pussy, slamming deep into her passion-drenched womb, plunging again and again. He felt her cuntal muscles contracting violently around his cock and knew she was cumming too… and as he still held onto his final stream of orgasmic fluids, she came… again and again… he was holding his breath, pumping lewdly, obscenely into her splayed-out legs, letting his pelvis slam against hers… his sparse pubic hair mingling with her golden fuzz… his groin sliding upon her jerking clitoris… making it swell and swell until she was emitting one long wail of delight. Lee skidded about on her face, her hands kneading at the perfectly formed breasts… her brother's hands kneading at her own adolescent cherry-tipped mounds. Joe began to grunt and moan and finally announced to them all, his final strokes.

"Oh… Aunt Dot… My sweet wonderful Aunt Dot… this is… this… iiiisssssss… iiiitttttaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!!!!"

For what seemed like multiple light years later, the three of them sat in a triangular group upon the floor. They had all dressed now, Dorothy having been the one to insist that they do so. Sheepishly, the two children looked at her, waiting to see what she would say now that it was over… now that she knew everything.

There was silence for some time and then finally Dorothy spoke: "What's to become of us?" she asked simply and when Joe and Lee looked at her they saw that tears were streaming down her beautiful face.

They looked back at each other and Lee decided to speak out. She and Joe had discussed the idea several times… discussed the ideal outcome of their incestuous meddling and she didn't see why she shouldn't bring it up now.

"Why you'll marry Daddy, of course!" she said cheerily. "And we'll arrange the whole thing for you!"