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BEE-1194 JACKIE'S FAMILY LESSONS! by Sandy Bennett

CHAPTER ONE

I couldn't wait any longer. My bladder was bursting and my father was in the bathroom, halfway through Rigoletto. "Daddy, please get out of the shower so I can use the toilet!" I cried. Both my hands pressed into my crotch to hold back the flood and I trampled about in agony.

"Can't you wait another minute?" Dad loved his showers so much that my mother suspected him of having an affair with the nozzle.

"I have to pee right now!" I cried out. "Just come out for a moment, I won't be long."

"Oh, what the hell, come on in and do it, I'll turn my back," he said. That made sense. After all, he was my father and he'd seen me do everything at one time or another. Now that I was eighteen that familiarity had long passed away, of course, but under the circumstances it was necessary to recapture it. I pushed the door open and walked into the steam-filled room to make my way toward the toilet. So desperate was my need that I hardly spared my father a glance. I assumed he'd have his back toward me. But when I reefed my panties down and squatted over the bowl, and let the first burst loose, I looked up to find him looking right back at me.

"Don't look!" I admonished him. Clouds of steam swirled between us, the rush of water resounded through the tile-lined space, and I suddenly became conscious of being alone with him. Reflexively my hands drew the terry cloth robe to and my eyes drifted away from his. But in the process they drifted past his cock. For a moment I was transfixed! His cock was long, thick, brown, and half hard, poking out from a jungle of dark hair and straight at me. The dark red knob throbbed as if it was about to fire. His balls hung low, two eggs suspended in hairy leather, dangling between two powerful thighs. A shudder ran through me, electric and mysterious. My hands clutched at my robe, drawing it tightly over my tits, and my legs pressed together in sheer terror. I had finished pissing. And yet I sat there, staring at that thickening member. He was fully erect now. His cock tilted toward the left of him and the thick ridge of flesh running up the lower side was clearly visible. It reminded me of a blood slit in a knife or a bayonet, and once more I shuddered while crazy, tiny twinges ran through my cunt.

Absently I reached for the toilet paper and wiped my pussy, in the process letting my robe fall open. Only when I had flushed did I realize how bold that was. Now Daddy had seen me touch myself! And no doubt he had caught a glimpse of my tits as well. They were too big to hide these days. He said nothing. When I finally managed to look him in the eye he just smiled and started another aria, singing in his fine baritone voice while the shower cascaded water all over his strong, tanned body. For some reason I felt dizzy when I walked out, my legs weren't too steady, my hands hardly had the strength to open the door. "Thank you, Daddy," I said. No answer.

Back in my room I sat down heavily on the bed and tried to clear my head. This evening was the big one, the date to end all dates. Frank would be proposing to me, there was nothing surer. Why didn't it matter to me anymore? For as long as I could recall, Frank had been the one, so handsome and poised, always ahead of the other guys; and now that he'd been offered a scholarship in Europe he had to marry me if he wanted to take me with him. The more I tried to straighten out my thoughts, the more Daddy's cock dominated my mind's eye. I slipped out of my robe and began to put on the clothes I'd chosen for this date. No bra -- my tits fascinated Frank. He was always talking about how big they were and how he loved to see them bobble about under my shirt. They were big, I reflected, gazing into the mirror and viewing myself from the side, very firm and high. The rest of me was slender. Mum was always urging me to eat more but I liked myself this way. I remained standing before the mirror, running a brush through my long, black hair and gazing at my tits. Veronica liked them, too. She was always touching them and comparing them to her own little ones.

Jeans next, tight enough to hug my crotch. Veronica said that really drove men wild. The center band ran right along the split of my pussy and caused a labialike bulge to form. I turned and stood on my toes to get a view of my ass in the mirror. Lean but shapely, pert Frank called it. I stepped into the platform shoes and did them up. Now the outfit was complete. I was tall, slinky, big-titted, my pussy lips bulged between my thighs, my hair had a deep luster and it felt as smooth as flax. Could Frank resist me after all this preparation?

It seemed not. When he came to the front door I noticed him swallow heavily and when he spoke it sounded silly, as if he couldn't bring the words out. My mother came to see us off. She bestowed loving glances on Frank. One day he would be an important man and I would be his wife. That's what she wanted. My mother, Veronica, and Frank had teamed up to get me to this pitch of expectancy. They had given me tips, hints, and methods for catching a man, either explicitly or implicitly, and like a good girl I had taken heed of them all. But at that moment, when a wedding band was literally within reach, I found myself thinking of my father's cock.

Frank took me to a restaurant and, as expected, he popped the question. It was a romantic moment and I gave him my answer right away. It was all settled, we would be married in a week's time, the day before he was due to depart. "Let's go home and tell my parents," I said after the dinner was over.

"Wait, wait, let's talk some more first," said Frank with a strange look in his eyes. He drove us to the lake and parked in the darkness, turned the radio down low, and faced me. His breathing was irregular and his hands were restless. I knew what he wanted but I didn't know how to give it. Every part of me was willing. The sight of my father had loosened the last of my inhibitions and now my pussy throbbed deeply and my nipples literally itched with desire. Frank didn't know it but I was his to do with as he pleased that evening. In the past we had confined ourselves to light petting, but that wouldn't do it anymore for me. And when he took me into his arms I did everything to make him see how available I was. I melted against him, let one hand brush casually along the swollen bulge in his lap, and let my blouse open a bit so my tits would incite him. Frank's hands were everywhere, touching me, caressing me, and his hot kisses landed all over my face. He seemed to be caught in a frenzy of lust and I coasted along with it contentedly.

"Oh, Jackie!" he moaned, "I want you so!" More kisses. He was waiting for me to say something and I didn't know what to say. I kissed him back as passionately as I felt, and his hands became bolder, sliding in through the buttons of my blouse to get at my bare tits, fitting in between my upper thighs to put pressure on my pussy, and I just went along with it.

"Let's take our clothes off," he whispered. I nodded but he had to do it for me. My body was trembling as he pulled my tight jeans off, I felt kind of faint, and instead of coming back up to kiss him I let myself recline back with my legs spreading widely, lasciviously. Frank stared at my pussy in the dim light of a nearby neon sign. There was silence, tension, in the car now, both of us poised, ready, all he had to do was take me. But then he shook his head. "No, not before we're married," he said hoarsely. "That wouldn't be right."

"But we can have some fun, can't we!" I said, and I sounded very plaintive to myself.

"Sure we can," he said, running the palm of his hand over my cunt. "As long as we can restrain ourselves." His finger traced the outline of my cunt, barely touching my flesh, round and round until I could hardly stand it. Light as his touch was, my cunt was super-receptive. The smallest sensation sent long ripples of passion running through my body, and when the tip of his finger brushed along that little knob between my labia, I thought I would scream! However, in the two years Frank and I had been going together I had learned a lot about self-discipline. He wanted me to be the demure virgin and I had cast myself in that role willingly. But the charade had been exposed somehow and besides, in a week's time we'd be going all the way.

"Make love to me, Frank," I moaned, twisting my hips from side to side and lassooing him with my legs to draw him closer to my cunt. "Let's not wait another second." He still had on his underpants but I could feel his stiff cock throbbing under me.

"Please, Jackie, don't make it hard on me," he said, pushing me away. "Go on, get dressed." He jumped out of the car and stood by the side of the lake. One hand was on his hip, the other was moving to and fro. It took me a while to work out that he was doing something to his cock. When he returned I asked him what the matter was, and he just muttered something about blue balls. I was in the dark about everything, but I'd managed to slip back into my tight jeans and my blouse. Frank drove me home at breakneck speed. He didn't say a word until we were in front of my place again. "I'm sorry, honey," he told me, "but you were tempting me too much. A guy can only stand to be straight for so long and no longer. One more week and then you'll be my virgin bride. Isn't that worth waiting for?"

"I don't know," I said. He thought I was just saying that because I didn't know what else to say. With a broad smile he opened the door for me and we walked up the driveway to break the news to my parents. Mother was in seventh heaven. She hugged Frank and called him her son, and then sat down to planning the logistics of the wedding. Dad shook him by the hand and said all sorts of nice things to him, but he was less than ecstatic. As for me, I couldn't enjoy the occasion. A part of me wasn't there. My body was besieged by mysterious impulses, strange tremors, my tits tingled and I could feel that my pussy was wet. Apart from those sensations, there was also a burning resentment. Frank had rejected me. His reason had nothing to do with it as far as I was concerned. I had offered myself and he had refused, leaving me feeling on edge and crazy. I played the part of a good daughter and a happy fiancee for as long as he was there. But as soon as he left I kissed my folks good night and ran upstairs.

Veronica, my cousin, lived next door. Our houses were close together and a large oak tree grew between them so that I could get from my window to hers just by climbing onto one branch, walking down it to the trunk, and then taking another branch up to her. She always left her window ajar in case I felt like a midnight visit and I did the same for her. Since it was still fairly early in the evening her light was still on.

"Hello Jacqueline," she said cheerfully when I entered through the window. "Back from the big date already? How did it go?" I told her and at first she was very excited and happy for me. But then I began to tell her the important part, and Veronica became silent, sympathetic. "Oh dear," she sighed when I had finished, "the omens aren't too good. What can we do about this?"

Veronica was my opposite in most ways. Her hair was blond and curly, cropped close to her head. Her shoulders were rather broad and her hips rather narrow, her breasts were hard and small, and she had a tan year round from playing sports and hiking. We were the same age, attended the same school and were in the same class, but more important we were each other's best friend. For as long as I could remember we had made use of the oak tree to come and tell the other our troubles or new jokes. She was different from me in one other way, too: she was no longer a virgin. Veronica knew everyone in our town, she was in on whatever action erupted, and she often went to bed with older men. For boys her own age she had nothing but contempt.

"You see what's happening to you?" she said after a pause. "You'll marry Frank and that will be the start and finish of your sex life. What you need to do is to live a little, right now, before it's too late." Instead of arguing with her, I nodded. Veronica looked surprised.

"I know you're right," I said. "I mean, it's scary and all that but my body is in such a turmoil right now."

"Turmoil? In that case, Jackie, you're going to have to trust me," said Veronica. "There's only one way to cure that and I know how. Come here, sit on the bed with me, don't make a move, your favorite cousin is going to make you feel all better." She turned off all but the smallest light in her room and came over to sit beside me. Her arm rested on my shoulder, one hand ran down my long tresses, and her eyes bored deep into mine. I felt embarrassed suddenly. Veronica and I were free with each other but never sexy. Yet now I could smell her sensuality almost! She was seducing me!

"What are you doing?" I asked timidly. She told me to hush and her hands ran over my hair and body more firmly. They came to rest on my breasts and stayed there, softly squeezing my tingling flesh. Veronica shifted over to sit facing me, her legs tucked under her in the lotus position. There was no getting away from her. Her parents were away for a couple of days and her younger brother would be fast asleep by this time. Besides, she was making me feel a wholly different kind of turmoil, a pleasing one.

"I've wanted to do this for so long," Veronica said softly. Her nimble fingers undid the buttons of my blouse and let it fall open. "Yes, look at those breasts, perfect, just perfect, oh, let me kiss them!" She leaned forward and before I could get out of the way her lips were on one of my nipples. A shock ran through my system. I looked at that blond, curly head that had fastened itself to my tit, and somehow it wouldn't register with me. What was coming across, however, was a soft, insinuating feeling that grew into a ball of warmth that kept expanding until it extended from the nipple all the way to my pussy. Her lips shifted to the other nipple and her hands squeezed and caressed my tits, taking them from warmth to heat and at the same time driving my pussy around the bend with a variety of sensations. My blouse slipped down my shoulders and Veronica pushed me back until I was lying flat on my back, my arms loosely around her as she continued to regale my tits with her mouth and hands. It felt wonderful! Frank had touched my tits often enough but he hadn't done it right... Veronica knew about tits and how to make them feel good.

She seemed happy to go on and on. I drifted into a dense euphoria and let my hands run through her curls absently. Eventually she shifted her attention to other parts of me. Her lips left my tits and kissed their way down to my bellybutton. I hardly noticed the change. My eyes were closed and I was half dozing, drifting down a stream of treacle that was bound to lead to Eden. Vaguely I realized that she was undoing my jeans and that she wasn't having an easy time getting them off me, but none of that mattered to me. I didn't even bother to lift my ass.

Only when Veronica started to run her finger down the slit of my pussy did a fraction of me sit up and take notice. Frank had touched me there earlier and I had enjoyed it very much. Now my cousin was doing the same. Was that right? But I was too far gone to care. I lay back and savored the fine feelings welling up in my loins. Her fingers delicately touched on every part of my pussy, reconnoitering, discovering what was sensitive and what was extremely sensitive. Now and then a low, soft moan broke from my throat. Apart from that I was inert and happy. It didn't even occur to me to reciprocate.

Something warm and wet slithered along the center of my pussy. I couldn't work out what it was but it felt so nice that I had to look. To my horror I found that it was Veronica's tongue. How could she!? As soon as she was finished I would tell her never to do it again. Until then... God, it felt so lovely. Her tongue was like a living creature, an animated snail doing a polka between my cunt lips, sliding to and fro, putting pressure on my clitoris then rushing down to briefly insinuate itself into my hole, in and out, back up, sideways, round and round -- my head began to spin in time with her tongue! Her tongue was very thorough. It dug in and lapped, wetting my cunt over and over until her spit combined with my juices to form a rivulet that ran down to my asshole and dripped onto her bed. Now her fingers joined in, holding my pussy lips wide apart so she could get more of her face between them and so her tongue could get into my hole more deeply. The lovely euphoria was shattered by raw lust. Suddenly my pelvis started to push up and down, a staccato of horniness that made it hard for Veronica to keep up. I begged her to stop so I could catch my breath but she only ate me more vigorously.

"Oh God!" I heard myself pant. "Stop, stop, please stop! No, that's too much, you're driving me crazy! That tickles! Stop, STOOOOO-OOPPP!!! OH JESUS, NO, NOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHH THAT'S GOOD, YESSSSSSS, YES, YES, HARDER, OH RONNIE, YEEEEEESSSSSsssss..." Lightning bolts irradiated from my cunt, triggering off storms of passion that raged violently for a second and then disappeared to leave me high and peaceful, filled with a vaporous sensation of gratitude. Veronica stopped when she saw that state I was in. Her face glistened with my juices and she was smiling broadly.

"You like that? This is only the beginning, Jackie. Phase one. I'm going to line up lovers for you and introduce you to experiences that will live with you the rest of your life. By the time he carries you over the threshold you'll be able to teach him a lot of tricks."

"It sounds so dangerous," I sighed. My body was aglow. "But you don't have to do all this, Veronica. I could do it myself."

"You? No you couldn't. You'd bump into a guy and stick to him for as long as you could. I'm the one who can produce the changes in cast around here, just like that." She snapped her fingers and leaned over to kiss me square on the mouth. The tart taste of pussy came with it, and I relished it shamefacedly. As if she knew it, Veronica opened my mouth with her lips and forced her tongue deep into me so that I would have to taste all of it. Her body came over to lie on top of mine and her pubic bone pushed against mine insistently. Once again my resistance was disposed of effortlessly. I yielded to her deep, passionate kiss and before I knew what was happening I was hugging her tightly and grinding my pubic bone into hers.

Gone was the warm tranquility. Her cunt pushed against mine so as to flex my labia and pull them taut over my clitoris. She put on more and more pressure, rubbing me up until I was right back where Frank had left me, feverish, uneasy, in need of love! Now that she was on top of me my hands began to explore her flesh instinctively. The palms ran over her strong, smooth back right down to the dip at the small of her back, and up to grab hold of her firm, full cheeks. Veronica's ass always reminded me of a boy's. It had dimpled flanks and flexed muscularly at every step, yet it was rounded and soft when her buns were relaxed. When I got hold of it her buttocks were laboring to bring her cunt harder against mine, and just the feeling of her flesh contracting under my touch was enough to make me bang back. This took me so far but no further. Veronica had the same problem because she suddenly drew away from me and pushed one of her legs under my ass, scissoring into me until our cunt lips met in a wild kiss, wet and hot. Right away new pleasures welled up in me. Her pussy was lightly covered with blond hair, so lightly that it sometimes looked as though she didn't have any. Mine, on the other hand, had a thick dark pelt of hairs growing from the mound back to my asshole. Now, with all the moisture that had matted my fur, it was laid back and the ridges of labial flesh were exposed. It was flesh against flesh when our pussies kissed, smooth, slippery, urgent, pushing and pushing and pushing to get more. Impulsively I reached down and parted my pussy with both hands. Veronica did the same. Our tiny clitorises met and it was as though we'd touched two electric points to each other. A spark, a flash, and we were on our backs, bodies writhing in ecstasy, our loins working our pussies together until they were welded into one by heat and juice. Smacking noises resounded through the room, panicky cries, long moans, we rolled about on the bed and held hands so our bodies wouldn't drift apart.

"Let me eat you now," I gasped, "I want to try it now!"

"Go right ahead," said Veronica. She crawled over me and turned around to face my feet so that her pussy hovered over my face. Light blond hairs caught the light to create a slight golden halo about her pudgy cunt, pink flesh peered through her lips, trails of moisture and whitish drops of juice were on her inner thighs. The sharp fragrance of her womanhood suffused my nose. For a moment I hesitated. Then, recalling how delicious my own dew had been, I placed my hands on her ass and lifted myself high enough to get my mouth to her box. As soon as I made contact with her I began to suck and was rewarded by a generous draft of her juices. Veronica lowered her ass and pressed her cunt down on my face, forcing my head back onto the pillow. At the same time she started to finger my cunt, inserting a long finger up it and crooking it so as to pull upward. I didnt know which excited me more. My cunt tried to suck her finger into itself and my mouth tried to suck her cunt down my throat, and between the two my body rollicked with passion.

We remained in that position for a long time. I loved eating her! Her cunt was so smooth and the juices flowed so freely that I wanted to burrow face-first into her, just to experience her totally. Whenever my tongue pushed its way into her tight hole it found smooth, wet walls of warm flesh in there, a secret cave that held all sorts of mysterious delights for me -- if only I could get in there deeper! I worked my index finger into her cunt and felt the physiognomy of her insides, all those strange ridges, the contoured flesh packing around my finger and squeezing it with sensual pressure, thick drops of juice oozing down around it, a small paradise. Veronica did her best to open it up to me. She went down on me and poked her ass high into the air, her legs as far apart as they would go, and I played doctors with her to my heart's content. I had checked out my own cunt with a mirror, of course, but this was the first time I could explore one first hand. My fingers prised her lips apart, pulling at them until it looked as though her cunt was turning inside out. Pink, glistening flesh blossomed before my eyes, her cunt hole expanded, and I gazed into its darkness until my tongue poked out and found its way into that inviting orifice all by itself. I loved everything about her, even the musky, stifling smell of her asshole. My nose was buried in it, tickling it, and since Veronica obviously liked it I kept it up until I was not only used to the smell, but actually enjoyed it. Nothing mattered at this point but gratification, and everything contributed to it. Her tongue in my pussy, my tongue in hers, nuzzling her anus, dragging my nails along her ass, licking, sighing, sucking, biting into her cunt flesh, doing everything she did to me and more, until another storm of passion broke loose inside me.

I had to let go. The emotions exploding in me were too powerful to be ignored. My body began to tremble violently, screams burst from my throat, my nails sank into her flesh so that the blood ran, and then I went stiff all over for an excruciating second. It was as if I had a fit! My rigid frame shook from head to toe, gurgling sounds came from deep down, all I could do was cling to Veronica. And then, like the sun bursting through the clouds, the orgasm arrived. Everything was leveled out now, everything was lovely and peaceful again. I floated about the room and was aware only of myself. That didn't stop my cousin. She caressed me very gently all the while, and when I was back to normal she positioned herself between my legs and started to run her fingernails along my tits slowly, almost as though she didn't know she was doing it.

"I don't know how you do it," I told her. "You've made me feel things that Frank doesn't even know about!"

"He will," she smiled. "You'll be sure to tell him. But relax, it's still early, let's just lie here and enjoy each other's company."

"Alright." I felt sleepy again. My eyes rolled back and my lids closed as though they had lead weights tied to them. Veronica's hands moved at the same regular rate, a hypnotic, subliminal motion that built up my passions while I wasn't looking. Her lovemaking seemed no more than an expression of affection; but after about ten minutes of it I found myself in the throes of another fit of passion. I loved her tender caresses and the soft pressure of her body against mine. My hands roamed over her breasts and ass, we kissed so lightly that our lips merely brushed by the other's, and somehow we ended up with our faces between the other's legs, licking pussy with the same dreamy motions.

"I won't marry Frank," I said suddenly. "I like you much better, Veronica, there's no use pretending otherwise."

"Don't be silly," she said. Her words were muffled by my cunt flesh. She didn't take me seriously enough to look up even. But I insisted, and finally she did look up. "You see how you are? You have a good time with one person and right away you're stuck on them. I love you, Jackie, we will always be friends, but don't let that tie you down."

I didn't say anything for a long time. My fingers toyed with Veronica's blond little cunt but I was too busy thinking to take much notice of it. She was right, of course. In the one week remaining to me I would have to squeeze in as much experience as possible. I had to make the best of my freedom. That's what it was, making use of my freedom. Once Frank slipped that ring on my finger I wouldn't ever cheat on him. All the more reason to make the best of this week. I could do anything! And right away the sight of my father naked under the shower flashed before my eyes -- even him? Wasn't that taboo? Well, was making love with a first and female cousin not taboo? And wasn't it fun?

Questions and an assortment of answers swirled through my brain. Why shouldn't I let my hair down for this one week? Veronica would be my guide, there was nothing to worry about. In that case I would do it! And if Daddy happened to come my way I'd pounce on him, too. I didn't tell Veronica that, though. I just said that I was willing to go along with her scheme.

"Good," she said, "we'll start tomorrow night. What would you fancy, Jackie, a black man or an oriental or a Latin lover? You can take your pick. Or I can get you women, it's up to you."

"That's quite a menu. I can't make a choice, you'll have to do it for me."

"Hey, wait a minute, you're still a virgin! Don't you want to pick who'll be first?"

"Oh yeah..." I had to think about that, and then it struck me: my virginity should go to the man who loved me most! My older brother, Tim, qualified for that honor easily. He was nineteen and home for the summer, so why shouldn't I pick him? He had always looked after me, had fought fights for me, and he certainly liked me physically. As soon as he'd come back from college his eyes had started to wander over my legs, my breasts, my ass. Yes, Tim would be happy to do it. "Don't worry about my cherry, that'll be gone by the time I see you again," I said.

"Who's going to take it?" she asked.

"I'll tell you about it later. But for now I have to be going home." I dressed, kissed my cousin good night, and disappeared out through her window. It was a long way past midnight by this time. The house was in darkness. Once back in my room I took off my clothes and snuck into the bathroom to wash up. I perfumed myself liberally, brushed my hair, and checked my nakedness in the mirror. I looked different to myself now that Veronica had introduced me to sex. The erogenous zones stood out against a background of features. Suddenly my tits looked bigger and better, my pubic bush seemed deeper and more inviting, and I couldn't help running my hands over my flesh for just a moment. A shiver of delight ran through me. Only a few hours ago I wouldn't have dared to dream about seducing my own brother. Now it seemed like the only plausible thing to do. He was so much like Daddy, the same strong build, the same dark brown mop of hair, same eyes and chest. I could hardly wait to get to him!

Quickly I put on a nightie in case one of the parents happened to be patrolling the hallway, and then walked on tiptoes to my brother's room to surprise him.

CHAPTER TWO

I was terrified when I entered my brother's room. What the hell was I doing? Tim wouldn't tell anyone of course but I was taking a very big chance walking in on him. What if he rejected me? Or worse, what if he accepted my offer? For all my fears I couldn't stop. I snuck into his dark room and made my way toward his bed. The light from the street filtered through the drapes to show me where he was. Tim slept on his side, over to the left of the bed. I lay on the right hand side and became instantly paralyzed.

Tim was just a few inches from me. I could feel the warmth of his body. His breathing was regular and deep, and I knew he didn't wake easily. I tried to remember what women in the movies did in similar situations but there hadn't been any. They all got themselves swept off their feet by dashing men. And there I was, in a situation where I had to sweep the man off his feet, or off his back or something.

I stared up at the ceiling and thought of every possible way of seducing him. I wanted him so badly! Veronica had lit bonfires throughout my body; someone had to extinguish them! Should I shake him by the shoulder? Or cough? I just didn't know. Perhaps it would be best to go back to my room and forget all about it. That prospect was too awful. I could see myself in my own bed, alone, frustrated, and hating myself for not having the guts to go through with it. I had to do it!

"Tim! Wake up!" I hissed, shaking him violently. He groaned and tried to pull away from me. "Come on, wake up! I've got something to tell you!" He stirred and sleepily inquired what that might be. "No, wake up first!" I insisted.

"Ah Jesus!" he muttered. "What's up, Jackie -- hey! What are you doing in my bed. Did you wet your own?"

"No, it's not that." He was wide awake now and all I wanted to do was to sink through the floor. Tim had no idea what I might want. Did that mean he had never thought about making love with me? "Tim... please, don't ask why, I just want to... sleep with you tonight," I said in a little girl's voice.

"Do you? Okay, if that's what you want," he said nonchalantly. "Only let me get some sleep, will you."

"That's not exactly what I meant." I was getting to be more determined by the second. If the dolt insisted on missing my point I would just have to make it perfectly clear to him. "I want you to make love to me!"

"Huh?" He sat bolt upright now and stared at me in horror. "Make what? Oh you've got to be kidding, Jackie! Have you been dipping into Dad's liquor cabinet or something?"

I didn't answer. Or rather, I let my silence do the talking for me. Suddenly I felt very self-assured, in charge, so much more mature than this astonished boy. And to ensure he knew I meant what I said, I placed my hand on his pajama pants, right on his crotch. Something big stirred under the flannel, something exciting and tempting. Tim was silent too, now, as if he only wanted to see what I would do with his dick. My courage rose. The hand caressed his cock openly and located his fly at the same time. It slipped inside and there it was, silky soft, thickening rapidly, warm, hairy, a cock just like the cock that hung off dear old Dad!

"Jackie, no!" he said, but there was no conviction in his voice. "You can't do this! We're brother and sister!"

"Haven't you ever wanted me to do this to you?" I asked.

"No! Well, maybe... but not very often!"

He had answered my question and now my hand closed around that hard cock and started to stroke it up and down. The movement came to me instinctually and that's how Tim responded to it. No sooner had I launched my routine than he lay back on the pillow and stretched luxuriously. His cock came out of his pajamas and I could see the rounded knob of it silhouetted against the windows. I wanted to get closer to it, close as I could get, curling up next to him with my face an inch or so from that helmet of flesh. And Tim, still motivated by the luxury of the occasion, rolled over on his side and pointed his cock right at my mouth.

It was impossible to resist him. One caress from that silky, full and fleshy knob and I just had to bring it closer, pressing it hard against my face and wanting more. There was only one way to bring it even closer and that was to take it into my mouth. Would he object? Would he lose respect? Surely not, not for his own sister. Gingerly I parted my lips and pressed an openmouthed kiss to his glans. Tim's reaction was immediate. His hands grabbed hold of the back of my head and pushed me down on himself. That meant he liked it! With a surge of pleasure I opened up wider and took as much of his cock as I could into my mouth. He was so hard! His cock throbbed against my lips, my palate, my throat, rock-hard yet soft on the outside, so sensual that I forgot about the gagging impulse. With a sudden splutter and cough I pulled back from his knob but soon returned for another swallow. It was a sensation that was completely new to me, one that thrilled me from my head to my toes. My mouth was like a cunt for him now. His dick pushed in deep and drew back slightly only to dig in again, and all I could do was struggle to contain him. My throat muscles tightened in panic and I lost the rhythm of my breathing. Quickly I pulled away and recovered myself. Now then, slowly, relax, relax, breathe regularly, let the throat muscles hang loose... ah, that was better. Now I could enjoy him to the hilt!

His dick lodged down my throat and stayed there for an excruciating period. From a distance I heard my brother groan deeply. His pleasure made me shiver. Here I was, his little sister, making him feel wonderful! A sense of power made itself felt. Suddenly I wanted to do more for him, I wanted to demolish him with love, make him feel things he'd never felt before! My lips closed around his rock-hard stalk and drew upward to the tip of his knob. Then my mouth plunged down to his pubic bush, his cock slipped down my throat again and my muscles seemed to play about his glans like gamboling lambs. He loved it! His body grew taut and it trembled noticeably. The hands on my head turned into claws that got themselves entangled in my hair and pulled me down deeper, always deeper. I felt as though his dick was entering my gullet and stretching down to my belly like an expanding snake. More, more, more! I licked and sucked, I fondled his balls with both hands, I rubbed my cheeks against the smooth, rubbery flesh of his knob, ran my lips down the sides of his veined cock, swallowed his scrotum and licked my way back up again. Tim was breathing heavily, erratically, his hands were hurting me, his hips were banging his cock down my throat. What was he doing? I sensed that I was doing right by him. A few more sucks, a few well-placed kisses, and then, just as I had swallowed him whole again, he erupted. A blast of hot cream bolted down my throat. I swallowed it without really knowing what was going on. Another, and another, great outpourings of warm, whey fluid, too much for me to swallow. It backed up and made me choke. Cream slipped through my lips and trickled down my chin, and still more came out of his pulsating prick. Tim's groans were loud and slightly desperate as he heaved his dick deeper and deeper down my throat, intent on depositing his load directly into my belly. And I just sucked and swallowed as best I could, my head reeling with the excitement of it all.

"Wow!" was all he could say. But the way he said it told me exactly how much he'd enjoyed it. My lips were capable of magic! He went limp soon after his cock stopped giving out its fluids, and when it shriveled away I let it go and sat up beside him. Tim had lit himself a cigarette and smoked it silently. I wondered why he didn't show any interest in my body.

"Are you going to make love to me now?" I asked.

"What? How can I with my dick spent?" he grinned, pointing at the pathetic little thing. The glory that had once been his phallus was now a wiener left over from last week.

"You mean it won't go up again?"

"Yes, eventually it will, but not right away. Besides, Jackie, I think we've gone far enough. Now that the blood is back in my brain I can see we'd only be asking for trouble."

"You don't want me?"

"Sure I do, baby, hell, you're a beautiful woman even if you are my sister. But it's not right! I mean, brothers and sisters..." Lost for words he threw up his hands and puffed at his cigarette. With sudden insight I saw that I'd made a mistake sucking him off before attending to my own needs. From that point on I'd make sure I'd get my share of the action before letting my generous impulses take over. However, the fact that he couldn't finish what he'd started to say encouraged me to try again.

I turned on the bed lamp and sat in front of him, looking him straight in the eye. Now my assets were in the spotlight and his eyes started to wander, much as he tried to keep them fixed on mine. "Go ahead, look at me," I told him. "Look at these tits, look at that pubic bush, and then tell me how brothers and sisters can't make love." As he looked me over I cradled my tits in both hands and squeezed them suggestively, running my tongue along my lips and parting my thighs so he could catch a glimpse of what nestled between them. The limpness of his cock was slowly giving way to a new firmness. It started with a few visible pulses and jerks as the blood filled the ballast tanks and then, unlike a submarine, it rose up into the air and quivered before me, a living denial of his moral stance. "Here it is, Tim, come and get it," I whispered.

With a strangled cry he threw himself on me and crushed me with the weight of his body. I stretched out under him like a cat on heat, purring with sensuality, claws at the ready, submitting as a means to my own ends. How I wanted that big cock to penetrate into my vestal regions! I had had it in my month and in my hand, and its throbbing virility had driven me crazy there, so what couldn't it do inside my oversensitized, dripping wet pussy? I shuddered to think. His hands roved over my body, squeezing, exploring, caressing, in such a hurry to cover all the bases. I knew he'd settle down soon enough. Until then I let the dead weight of his body rest on me like a giant caress, and focussed on the experience of having his cock throb against the flesh of my thighs. It rested right where they met, lying there like a shell in the breach, and the thought of it shooting up into my cunt made me dizzy with lust.

His mouth moved down to my tits and when his lips located one of my nipples, they closed about it and drew it in. The element of surprise was on his side. A flash of lightning connected that nipple directly with my cunt and drew an involuntary cry from my lips. At once Tim sucked in more of my tit, so much of it that it ballooned against his teeth, and I could only writhe about underneath him in helpless ecstasy. "Oh God Tim!" I panted. "Fuck me while you do that! It feels so good, too nice! I love it!"

He said nothing, for which I was grateful. His mouth stayed closed over my tit and the other tit was being mauled by one of his hands. The other hand was under my ass and the knob of his dick was bumping against various parts of my cunt, none of them near enough to the runny, hot opening yawning up at him. "Don't tease!" I moaned. "Put it in me, Tim, I want you so badly!" He kept on sucking my tit, switched to the other and took his hand to third base. Now he rolled off me and parted my legs with that hand to get at my cunt. The other hand stayed under my ass, squeezing my cheeks in such a way that my cunt opened right up for him. A second later his finger crept into my virgin hole and I thought I would swoon away!

My cunt felt like a flesh-eating plant that hadn't had dinner! The moment his finger came inside my cunt muscles closed around it and held on tight, pulling him in deeper, deeper, anxious for more. I wrapped my arms around his neck and clung to his hard, muscular body while his hands demolished me. His finger fucked me slowly, digging in deep so that the rest of my hand pushed into my cunt and stimulated my clitoris. The tables had been turned. Now it was I who groaned, who pushed up for more pleasure, more titillation. He manipulated me with finesse, turning on every part of me until I glowed like a beacon in the dark.

He took his mouth away from my tit and started to kiss his way down to my navel. Would he...? It was too much to hope for. Yes, yes, yes! "Oh Tim, yessssss!" I sighed as his lips kissed mine. He drew my thighs against his ears and burrowed into my cunt as contentedly as any bug in any rug. And I stretched out like that same cat, purring again, feeling a warm glow suffuse my innards, wrapping my thighs about his head and cocking my cunt up at his mouth shamelessly. "Yessssss, oh Jesus yesssss!!" I hissed. "That's beautiful, Tim!" He nodded and then his wet, slithering tongue snuck into my cunt to give me brand new thrills. This was just a foretaste, I knew it for certain. He was getting me good and wet for the entrance of Mr. Big himself, that stallion cock of his. At that moment it idled against my legs and transmitted its potent impulses to every part of me, warning me of my imminent destruction.

His mouth was performing marvels down there. That tongue dug in, dove deep and wriggled against my cunt walls, scooped up juices, and slipped back and up to lash at my clitoris. Now and then his bottom lips would press against that tiny, maddening button, while his top lip came over my pubic bush, making like it was going to swallow me and bite my cunt off. Each time he did that my erotic anguish lent new force to the mounting ecstasy in my belly. I started to egg him on: "Eat me, suck me, swallow my cunt juices, Tim!" I sounded coarse to myself, a slut, a wanton, but it worked. He sucked my cunt dry only to suck harder and bring fresh supplies of the sticky fluids down. His nose nudged my clitoris and his hot breath made my labia tingle wildly. I had my hands on the back of his head now and I pressed it down on myself as hard as he had pressed my head not long ago. I understood why he'd done it, too. The last thing I wanted at that moment was for him to pull away... unless he wanted to fuck me, of course.

Tim didn't hurry. He ate my cunt until I was on the verge of screaming. My pelvis had gone mad. It jerked up and down uncontrollably, insistently, and my breathing was asthmatic and rapid. I think it was out of fear for my sanity that he finally slipped up over me and covered my body with his. The moment his swollen knob bumped into my cunt I felt the hole open like the cave of Sesame and suck him in. There was no need for me to guide him or for him to probe. The magnet was on! His cock pierced my hymen on the way without stopping. I felt the flash of hot pain and then it melted in with all the other emotions boiling about in my belly. I wanted to remain aware of the moment, to fix my defloration in my mind for when I was sixty-five. But he swept me along with his big cock, pushing me into the weirdest regions of sensations that I'd ever experienced.

"Tim... Tim...!" I heard myself moan wetly. I clung to him as though I was drowning. All I could feel was his big cock stretching my pussy. The pleasure wasn't so much physical as emotional. I wasn't a virgin anymore! I was getting laid at last! That big cock... his tongue in my cunt... his cock blowing down my throat... "Fuck me!" I whispered desperately. "It feels so good, oh so good, more, more, MORE..." His hand clamped down over my mouth.

"Shut the fuck up! You want to wake the whole house?"

"No, noooo," I moaned, moving my hips against his to get his stationary cock moving again. He held it still, trying to make me do more of the work, and I didn't wake up to that until too late. It was strenuous to fuck from the bottom up but the very strenuousness of the act made it intensely pleasurable. His cock was stuck in my cunt, pointing down so that with every move it chafed along the inner floor. Because it was so thick and long it flexed all of my pussy but it especially worked over that section. It seemed to arouse my asshole as well, and what with my tits aglow and my cunt on fire, that last outbreak of passion just about finished me.

He had to press a pillow over my face to smother the cries of passion that welled up in me. There was nothing I could do about it. All my strength went into driving my loins up against his to get more of that delicious drubbing. At last he took over. Slowly at first, then commandingly, shoving his cock deep into my cunt, banging his pubic bone against mine, and holding me pinned down with both hands as if he thought I might leave him alone. The pillow rested on my face just in case I wanted to yell some more. And I did, I did!

Strangled cries applauded the deep shafting of his cock, his masculinity, his power, squeals burst out when he rubbed my clitoris past the point of endurance, I grunted hoarsely whenever he went in deep enough to impale me; and as his fucking stepped up in that final gallop, I panted out loud in time with his rapid stroking. In-out-in-out, moving so fast that the friction of his flesh against mine threatened to sear my pussy permanently. And just as the pain started to make inroads on the pleasure, he released his soothing, warm douche of sperm that made it all better. As it blossomed inside me, so a giant orgasm burgeoned and blew, sending me spinning out into dimensions of bliss that hadn't even entered my dreams.

"You'd better get back to your own bed," Tim whispered after I'd had a chance to rest. "I think we made a lot of noise in the past half hour."

"If that didn't wake them, nothing will," I said.

"Maybe so, but I'd rather not take any more chances. Jesus, Jackie, Dad would have killed us if he'd found us in bed together."

Would he have? It gave me a tense, secret thrill to think what Daddy might have done. But Tim had a point. Besides, I'd received what I had come for. "Okay, I'll go. Thanks a lot, Tim, that was wonderful." I kissed him on the cheek and snuck out of his room. There wasn't a sound in the house. They had to be sleeping like logs to have slept through our orgy!

Back in my room it hit me really and truly that I had been fucked. I stood in front of the mirror and looked at my reflection, expecting to see a changed woman. Actually little had changed. My hair was all over the place, long strands plastered against my face with sweat, and I looked a bit wild-eyed; and, of course, there were unusual whitish trails running down the insides of my thighs. But other than that I was no different. Not on the outside. Inside I felt strangely harmonious, as though all the various parts of my body were working together at long last.

With a handkerchief I wiped away most of the evidence and then I lay back on the bed and tried to get to sleep. But too much had happened that day. My brain wouldn't settle down, no matter how tired I was in body. From a virgin I'd gone to a bisexual profligate, all in the space of hours! And from a single, carefree girl I'd gone to being a man's fiancee, soon to be his bride. Poor Frank. He was home nursing his blue balls and I was in my bed with the echoes of passion ringing through me. It wasn't fair of me... but it was fun!

Veronica was right, I should pick up experience before committing myself to marriage. And I would follow her advice, all the way!

***

In the morning it occurred to me that it would be a good idea to see the family doctor to get a prescription for the pill and a check-up. The doctor was Dad's brother and if he had been like most people's uncles I would have gone to someone else. But Doctor Eddie was a regular guy. He was handsome, younger than Dad, full of jokes, and at birthdays and Christmas time you could always rely on Doctor Eddie to give you something you really wanted.

I decided to take a bath first. Dad was at work and Mum was out shopping, Tim was still sleeping. I ran the tub and eased my body into the hot water to rest there for long, luxurious minutes. For some reason I was far more responsive to all sensations. The hot water seemed like an all-enveloping caress to me, sensual, lustful, like the hand of a horny spirit. When I closed my eyes I could imagine myself getting compromised all over, and before I knew it my belly pulsed with passion, my pussy developed an itch deep down, and it was hard to keep my hands to myself.

This was ridiculous! Ignoring my urges I reached for the douche. I shook the powder into the rubber bag, mixed it with warm water, and screwed the nozzle into place. The sight of that nozzle shook me up some more. It was slender at the bottom, thicker at the top, with four grooves running down the sides and small holes perforating it, all of which gave it the look of a menacing, unpleasant, yet titillating weapon. Had I been shoving this thing up my twat regularly without taking any notice of it? Suddenly it became a struggle to make use of it. I wanted it and I was afraid of it. My cunt throbbed and quaked, ready for any visitor. But I held back. What if I loved it? Would that mean there was something wrong with me?

I lifted my ass up out of the water by drawing my legs back, and tentatively placed the head of the nozzle against my pussy. Once it was there I hesitated. The hard nozzle pushed against the sealed cunt muscles, not hard enough to open them but firmly enough to send a long thrill up from my cunt to a spot right behind my eyes. Everything became kind of woolly... blending in with memories of the previous night, with cocks and tits and sucking lips... and then the oils oozed out of my innards and the nozzle slipped past the barriers to plunge into my moist depths.

"Oh noooo!" I groaned, holding it tightly and still so my cunt could get used to it. "That's too nice!" My words echoed strangely in the bathroom and snapped me out of the reverie. My free hand reached down further and began to squeeze the douche bag. Now a shower of warm water broke loose inside my cunt and a dozen thin streams titillated my oversensitive cunt like so many tiny tongues. I pushed my hips up so high that my head slipped under the water. Coughing and spluttering I came back up and completed the douche. But even when the last drop had been jetted against my burning cunt walls, I couldn't make myself take the nozzle out of my cunt. It felt so right, so nice, there! It was solid, hard, and when I moved it back and forth it felt like a cut-down version of Tim. By moving it back and forth a little more ardently and setting my imagination adrift it became him, and then better than him. After all, I could control the speed, the penetration, and the angles! My hips rose and fell, causing the bathwater to slosh from one end of the tub to the other in mounting waves. The waves clashed and gallons of water crashed over the side and flooded the floor. I didn't care. The nozzle and part of the bag were up my cunt, exciting me into a self-forgetful reverie.

It took a good-sized orgasm to bring me back to earth. By this time the bathroom floor was covered by an inch of water and the tub was almost empty. With a sigh I got out of the bath and started to scoop the water back in with a dustpan. When enough had been removed I took to the puddles with bucket and mop. The work was done absent-mindedly. Most of my mind was on the brand new sensations that I'd been experiencing lately. Even being naked was a thrill.

A knocking on the door brought me to. "Come on, Sis, let me in!" Tim yelled. "There's no one home."

"Just a minute!" In spite of what had happened between us the night before I reached for a robe and draped it over myself before unlatching the door. Tim was naked and he looked slightly put out at the sight of my modesty. But he didn't say anything about it, probably because he was a bit unsure of what to do. He walked past me and stood at the toilet, arms akimbo, and let a long, strong stream of piss splash down into the bowl. In spite of myself I moved to his side and watched. "I always envied your ability to do that," I told him softly.

"Yeah, I remember," Tim grinned. "Once you tried to do it. You stood up and held your pussy lips apart to direct your piss, but it went all over the floor instead. Speaking of wet floors, what were you doing in here, high dives?"

"Oh... the water just ran over, that's all," I said, blushing, and making haste to mop up the last of the water.

"I think you're lying." Tim gave his cock a couple of shakes and flushed the toilet. "You weren't playing with yourself, were you?" He faced me boldly and as I averted my eyes I noticed that his cock was rising sharply. The idea of my playing with myself was obviously a turn on for him. And in my overheated condition that could well come in handy.

"Maybe I was," I said, and pointedly picked up the douche bag. When I unscrewed the nozzle I looked him in the eye and now it was Tim's turn to blush. "And maybe I wasn't. Why, you wouldn't tell on me, would you?"

"Oh no... no, I'd be the last to do that." His cock was still going up. "It's just that I've never seen a girl do that to herself. I mean... how do you do it?"

"It's very easy." I put the douche away and turned back to him. The robe hung open and when my hands caressed my exposed belly Tim's cock reached its peak. Hard and throbbing, it stood out like the leaning tower of Pisa, and his knob glowed invitingly. "I just stroke myself softly, ever so softly, running my hands over all the sensitive parts and thinking of wonderful things. And then I lick my nipples and squeeze my tits, or I push things up my cunt, or maybe I'll rub my clitoris like this." My finger disappeared between my labia and rotated rapidly. Tim's eyes were bulging out of his face. He even got down on his knees to watch more closely, peering into my pussy until he couldn't take it anymore.

"Wow!" he breathed, straightening up and regarding me with new respect and lust. "I can't tell you how that makes me feel!" Without another word he turned me around and ripped the robe off my shoulders. It fell to the floor and left me naked, helpless, while my brother bent me forward and caressed my ass passionately. His intentions were obvious. Already my cunt drooled and throbbed at the thought of his powerful prick entering once more. My hands found support on the edge of the tub and my feet tried to get a grip on the damp floor. This would be the last time, positively, I didn't want my brother to get too possessive of me. But I couldn't refuse him this time. His hot breath brushed along my nape, his hands pulled at my ass and opened my cunt up wide, his knob bumped against me, no, I couldn't refuse, I had to have him!

It slipped in so easily, so smoothly, that it was in to the hilt before I knew it. Then it hit me with a bang, pushing the breath out of my lungs and buckling my knees. The floor was too slippery, my feet lost their grip, and I went down in a heap. I ended up draped over the bathtub's side with Tim on top of me rutting like a maniac. Everything was cold, wet, and uncomfortable, the hard edges hurt my belly, and one of my tits was squashed against the tub. But his dick was in me, pulsating, pushing, pummeling, digging in as if it meant to stay forever, and that made everything alright.

I loved his passionate approach. He wanted me more than anything and even though he had me he couldn't seem to get enough. Several times he stopped fucking me, to keep very still for a minute each time only to begin all over with long, cautious strokes that gradually built back up to his former speed. I guessed he didn't want to blow. Even when he was still inside me his throbbing cock sent the most delicious impulses through my body. My cunt clamped about his hot, hard meat to pick up every pulse, and as it did I realized how inadequate the douche nozzle had been. There was nothing like a thick, long, living cock to make a girl feel like a woman!

"How does it feel!" panted Tim, slamming his dick deep into my quailing pussy. "Do you like it, Jackie? Are you coming?"

"Oh yesss, yesssss!" I whispered, but I couldn't tell if I was coming or not. My body was in turmoil and that turmoil felt wonderful, much like a drawn-out climax. His cock pried and prodded and his pubic hair chafed against my asshole to add an excruciating tickle to the general ecstasy, and his hard, muscular body against my back was like a savage caress, everything was working... but could I give myself to him? He was my brother, we had to live in the same house, and if one of us grew to depend on the other there would be no end of trouble. That's what held me back, and what had made me resort to the anonymous nozzle that morning. Even as he fucked me into semi-oblivion I couldn't shake that thought.

"So am I. Oh Jesus, it feels good. I'm coming now, Jackie, hold on, hold on, AAAARRRRGGHHHHHHUNH!!!" With a mighty bellow he contracted his whole body to squeeze out a final salvo of cream. I felt it hit home, then slither down the cunt walls, sensual little snails that made me shiver with sudden pleasure. It was over. His cock shriveled up inside me and slipped out. Droplets of sperm fell to the floor. When he got off me the cool air turned my sweat into a cold, unpleasant fluid. It had to be the last time.

"Let's sleep together every night," said Tim, still flushed with the excitement of it all. "I love you, Jackie, I really do. You're not the first girl I've slept with but you're easily the best. Say you love me. Say you'll sleep with me all the time. It's all I want in life."

"No, I can't do that Tim, and you know it." Time for good, hard common sense. Tim looked like a whipped dog when I explained the situation to him. "Besides, I'm going to be married in a matter of days, and we're leaving for Europe straight after. So what's the point of even talking about it?" I finished off.

"Why should you go through with it?" Tim said heatedly. "What's he got that I don't have? Look at this cock? Is his any bigger. And who could love you better than your own brother, tell me that?"

"Now you're talking nonsense," I said coldly. I put the robe back on and got out of the bathroom. It was too close in there, too intimate. I needed a little distance between us to get the right message across. "I love you like a sister. Sex doesn't change that. We won't sleep together again, Tim, not for quite a while. You may as well resign yourself to that."

"But why not!" he yelled.

"See, now you're angry. I decide that you should take my virginity, and what happens? You want the lot. Well, that's the last time I do anyone a favor," I said bitterly.

"Oh, now don't be like that." His tone changed at once. "I appreciate what you've done... and I'll do my best to keep it straight between us."

He left the bathroom and I sponged my pussy down until the last traces of his sperm had been removed. I felt badly about being so brusque with my brother but pretty soon my thoughts turned to a more pleasant subject: Doctor Eddie. He was so much like Dad to look at and secretly I began to speculate on his size. Would he be as big? Would his cock be as brown and thick? Shame on me! I shouldn't think about relations that way. And would his balls hang as low? I smiled at myself in the mirror. Perhaps I ought to try and find out. After all, this was my week!

I dressed myself casually, choosing tight jeans, a sexy halter top, and I let my hair flow freely. Eddie liked that kind of look. He was a pretty hip guy for forty, who wore his dark hair long enough to curl over his collar and liked to blow joints during his lunch hour. When I walked into his office he greeted me with a wide, open smile and said: "So you're going to get married, huh? Well, that's great. I hope you'll be happy. Come on, make yourself comfortable, and I'll roll one for us both. You have to celebrate these occasions, right?"

"Right, Uncle," I said.

"Edna," he said, speaking into the intercom, "tell Mr. Farnsworth I'll be delayed and to be patient with me." He winked at me and took out a leather pouch from a drawer. "Yeah, all the girls who once used to come in here with chafed knees are now marching up the aisle. Makes me wonder what I'm waiting for. I guess they'll all be divorced soon enough, then I can take my pick."

"Oh, don't say that!" I said. "You make it sound so predictable. I want Frank and me to be together forever!"

"And you will be," he said with a shrug of his shoulders. He rolled a long, thick joint, one that reminded me sharply of other joints, pendulous ones seen in bath and bedrooms. We shared it in silence. The smoke was acrid and a little rough on my throat, drying it out and scratching it. But that was well worth the fulsome rush it gave me. With every puff I could feel my fantasies gaining power over hard-nosed reality. Eddie and I were sitting on his examining couch, and as we smoked we gazed through the Venetian blinds out into the backyard where verdant shrubs and tall trees relieved the urban sprawl. He was so close to me that I could grab him, rape him, do anything with him! Why didn't I? Uncle Eddie wouldn't tell on me. He might refuse me but it would always be our secret. The grass made me lightheaded, anything seemed possible. But before I could make a move he started to talk again.

"Frank's a level-headed guy," he said, staring at the shrubs. "He'll treat you right. And if you push him a bit he'll satisfy you, I'm sure of that. You have to push men. Most of them are sexually lazy, you know. After the honeymoon they're no longer the ardent lechers of the drive-in movies. I lived with this woman once who said I could have her any time I wanted her. Well, for a while that was fun. I took her in all sorts of positions, while she was on the phone to her mother, leaning out of the window talking with a friend, in public toilets, anywhere!

"But after a while it got to be tedious. I could have her so why should I try? It got to the point where I was happier jerking off. She left and another took her place, one who never gave me a full account of how she felt about it. Some nights she'd be reluctant, other nights she'd be downright cold, but if I pushed through she'd always surrender. What a woman..." He shook his head and prepared another joint. His fingers moved deftly. They were big fingers, strong fingers, and as I looked at them I felt my pussy twi