Grace Wilkinson

Aunt Dorothy book I

CHAPTER ONE

"Mmmmm…" Dot murmured looking at Art across her martini glass. "This is delicious… I'm glad you talked me into having it!"

"Man, I can see the exact outline of her nipples…" Art thought as he gazed across the living room at his voluptuous thirty-year-old sister-in-law. His mind went back to the night he had kissed her… not once, but for almost an hour in the garden of her house. That had been a few months ago and ever since Dot had been very careful when she was around him. Something about the way she looked tonight though, made the old emotional feelings he had about her return. Even though they were together to discuss the boy, still he couldn't take his eyes off the amply proportioned orbs of her globular breasts… the way they jutted from her blouse… the thin silky covering only accentuating their natural curves. Her legs too, looked wonderfully slender and exciting, the way she had them curled under her on the couch like that.

He wondered what it would be like to feel her breasts again, the way he had done that night several months ago. She had seemed to like it then, he recalled, remembering her heavy excited breathing as he held her tight up against his body, the soft giving forms of her flesh molding completely to his, all of her weight there in his arms. Beneath his fingers, the firm upright mounds of her flesh had moved slowly as her breath came haltingly. His tongue had worked furiously within the wet confines of her mouth. Slowly he had backed her against a tree and there had ground his groin steadily into hers, the erect rod of his penis forming a hard rocklike sheath against her belly.

"You say Joe is doing well in school…" Dot said clearing her throat. The silence had been long and she felt uncomfortable beneath Art's frank stare. She wondered if he too was remembering that night out in the garden. She had thought of nothing else since she walked in the door tonight. For one thing, the argument with her husband, Nick had made her unusually susceptible to Art's tenderness… to his good-looking smiling face… to the fondness she had always felt for him, even when her sister was still alive. But Betty wasn't alive now and that was part of why she was here… to see about Joe… her own son who had been raised all his life as Art and Betty's child.

"Yes, Joe's doing perfectly well in school, Dot," Art answered, sipping his drink. "Both he and Lee are on the honor roll as a matter of fact. For kids their age, that's quite something!"

Joe was fourteen and Lee, their young daughter, thirteen – and Art recalled how much trouble he himself had been to his parents at that age.

"Yes, they're both good kids, Dot… I wouldn't worry about Joe if I were you. You know he adores you… and I think our original decision about him was correct." He wanted to finish this conversation as quickly as possible. Somehow, he couldn't really concentrate on the kids with Dot sitting across from him looking like an angel in the yellow lamplight. Her blonde hair softly caressing her peach colored cheeks, the limpidness of her blue eyes fringed with long silken lashes… the tempting expanse of calf that showed beneath her pleated skirt… all these things made it extremely difficult to concentrate on the topic at hand.

"I guess you're right…" Dot said hesitantly. It had been so hard to realize that her son would never call her mother… to him, she would always be Aunt Dot because of that night, fourteen years ago when, a frail blonde child herself, she had given birth to him and her older sister Betty, then newly married to Art, had offered to take him as her own. That way, they all figured, Dot could lead a meaningful life, one day meet someone who was worth marrying, unlike the louse who'd left town at the suggestion that he had gotten a sixteen-year-old girl pregnant. And the boy wouldn't have to go up for adoption. Yes, at the time, it had seemed a good idea, but Dot still felt pained by the circumstances. She was married now, after years of teaching grade school in the Philadelphia school system, and well married according to many of the other young matrons in town, to the busy head of a main line real estate firm. But even Nick had suggested, when she had confessed her indiscretion to him, that it would be best not to tear the boy away from the people he thought of as his real parents and she supposed they were right. Yes, perhaps it was the best course after all.

The martini was making her feel unusually mellow, and there was something definitely soothing about being in Art's house, the comfortable suburban home her sister had loved so much. She seemed to sense the children sleeping in the bedrooms beyond the closed living room door. There was a peacefulness in the air and slowly she abandoned her worries about her son. Finally, she let Art draw her into a conversation about more pleasant things.

When he got up to fix her another drink, she protested meekly and then smiled and accepted the cool glass. After all, it was silly not to. Didn't she deserve to have a good time every now and then? As if having read her mind, when Art handed her the frosty glass he said: "You deserve a pleasant evening, Dot. Why I haven't seen you smile in ages. Are you and Nick getting along any better these days?"

It was a secret to no one that she and Nick didn't get along very well. Anyone with half a mind could have seen that. But still, it was embarrassing to talk about, so Dot changed the subject and soon they were discussing safe things like their favorite movies and the sorry state of Philadelphia politics. Dot hardly noticed when after her third martini, Art sat down next to her. She moved over slightly on the sofa, feeling herself grow oddly warm. A light film of perspiration formed on her upper lip and she could feel her arms growing goose-pimply. She tried to avert her eyes from his, but it was difficult now that he was sitting right next to her… besides, she knew that she wanted to look into his eyes… really wanted to study his handsome, rugged features.

Why did she feel so strange whenever he got close to her?

Art carefully noted the effects of the martinis on his beautiful sister-in-law and although he knew it was wrong to be thinking what he was thinking… God, it had been so long since he'd held any woman much less made love to one! He'd tried going out on dates, but it just didn't work out. There didn't seem to be anyone around who could really hold his interest these days. Except for Dot, of course! And now he could smell that musky perfume she always wore… its scent was almost driving him crazy! And he was close enough to feel her maddening warmth caressing his tense flesh. When finally she looked straight into his searching eyes, he found himself trembling slightly.

"What a beautiful woman you are, Dot…" he almost whispered the words, his throat seeming to have lost all its moisture. In her face, he could see the family resemblance to his wife and a pang of nostalgia struck him. Could this be part of his strong desire for Dot? But it really didn't matter as he took her gently by the arms and drew her toward him. He felt her stiffen and pull back, but then after a moment's pause, she allowed herself to be pulled forward.

He kissed her hard, with all the longing he'd been building up inside these many months. His mouth crushed against the softness of her lips as he endeavored to get as much of her voluptuous breasts against him as possible. He could feel the spongy firmness of her nipples crushing into his chest and quickly he moved his hands around to touch them.

"No… no…" Dot muttered. "No… Art… we mustn't…"

But he wouldn't let her go and her halfhearted struggle wasn't enough to break the electric spell rising between them as his searching fingers reached the sides of her bulging breasts.

Things were happening so fast that Dot's brain was spinning. When she'd left the house that evening she had put out of her mind the thought that anything like this might happen. She tried to pull away, but Art held onto her still tighter, his hot tongue pushing deep inside her mouth reaching all the secret corners, pursuing her tongue agilely. She felt hot waves of desire flashing through her, but still she tried to stop him. He seemed so strong… so very strong! How could she ever resist him… and yet she had to try… had to stop what was happening between them. But Art pushed her head back so that it was resting on the sofa, her body arching up against his, her breasts smashing against her own ribcage by his massive torso.

"NNnnnooooo…" she moaned uncertainly, trying desperately one more time to pull away. But it was impossible. The sparks of mounting desire were leaping about crazily in her belly, lust rising in her loins. She too had been a long time without love. An image of her husband Nick rolling over in bed after giving her a perfunctory good-night kiss rose to her mind and anger accompanied it.

Art's hands were roving up and down her back now and the taste of his mouth on hers became suddenly delicious. Everything about the man was attractive… so damned attractive! She had always envied her sister for having Art and now… now she, herself was feeling the very same things her sister must have felt! A shiver ran through her at the thought and yet the idea seemed to make Betty more alive to her and when Art's hand dropped down and began a slow massage of her smoothly rounded buttocks, tingling pinpoints of pleasure rippled sensuously up and down her spine. Suddenly, everywhere her body was pressed against his, she felt the same raging, unquenchable fire. A low moan of passion escaped her lips, mingling with the wetness of their interwoven tongues.

"Oh, God!" she thought. "… Oh, God… what am I doing?" But even as she asked herself the question, her body was answering it for her. With a mind of its own, it knew what it wanted, despite any objections Dot might be able to conjure up. It needed Art's hardness… his very manliness pressing against her, and she felt a sinking sensation in her stomach as she realized shamefully how much she wanted him… wanted her own brother-in-law! His hands manipulated the excited mounds of her breasts and she made no move to stop him. How could she stop something that felt that good. She felt a trickle of rising perspiration run down the valley between her full ripe orbs, slipping down between the creamy flesh that Art was now massaging into a maddening hardness. She bit hard on her lower lip as his tongue trailed a line of saliva around her cheeks toward the shell-like orifice of her ear. She felt his breath hot and moist and it seemed as if it was going directly into her brain, fogging everything up in there!

What could be wrong with such a strong, undeniable feeling? What could be wrong with it? She felt as if she had never made love before… that this time… if indeed it was going to happen, would be the first time… like the very first time. An old sense of adventure and wickedness filled her now and as Art's hand moved upward on her knee, pushing the folds of her skirt back as it climbed, she felt a flood of wetness between her thighs emanating from the blond downy vee that nestled so tightly down there as she squeezed her legs together. She pressed her buttocks down harder into the cushion of the couch trying to avoid the inescapable moment when his fingers would reach her wet vaginal slit. She couldn't believe that she could actually let him touch her, there! And yet, he showed every intention of doing so. His fingers moved firmly upward, above the line of her stockings where they met firm smooth naked flesh. She felt so vulnerable there, so exposed. She pressed her buttocks down harder against the couch, feeling his fingers move upward with greater certainty now. He was almost there. His fingers brushed the soft mound of her sex, covered by the thin fabric of her panties and Dot sighed and closed her eyes tightly, letting the acute sensations of pleasure roll over her. Each time she made love she forgot… she always forgot what it was going to be like. It was always a completely wonderful surprise… and Art's touch was no exception. Even though his moving fingers were separated from her excited pussy by the thin material of her panties, it felt almost as though he were touching her naked flesh. She had become so wet that it was embarrassing and now as his lips nibbled at hers again, she found her legs parting slightly almost as though she herself had nothing to do with it. They were parting to allow his middle finger access to the tight elastic legband of her panties that ringed her upper thighs… only that thin band stood between his finger and the paradise of her cunt.

In her mind, she was desperately trying to justify it… and the years of sterile marriage to Nick came uppermost to her mind. As a man, Nick couldn't even be compared with Art. Art who was kissing her… touching her… making her feel wanted… needed… Yes, she was sure Art needed her as much as she needed him. It was all Nick's fault, neglecting her the way he did… constantly belittling her, making her feel like an idiot just because she wasn't always thinking exactly the same things he was. All those humiliating nights he had refused her… and she knew he had other women, probably lots of them… he had to be getting sex somewhere, and it certainly wasn't from her! It was he who had put her in the position she was in now, she realized with certain clarity and something seemed to snap inside her. Almost brusquely she threw her arms around Art's neck, pulling him still closer to her hungry body, her tongue stabbing back at his blindly, while his middle finger slipped under the elastic legband of her panties. A perverse pleasure began to expand inside her. It was wonderful to feel the obscene thrill of his thick digit pushing aside the soft nylon crotchband and sliding over the highly sensitive pink flanged area of her vulnerable pussy. Her quivering cunt seemed to feel each ridge upon his finger as Art's finger slowly parted the soft sparse pubic hair and began a steady friction in the hot depths of her hidden vagina.

"Ooohhh… oooohhhh!" Dot groaned, feeling herself melt in his arms. A quick flash of dizziness overcame her and she was aware of the power of the martinis she had had. The hard edge of his finger and a tip of the nail scraped over her trembling clitoris and she felt the tiny bud jerk upright like an erect little prick. He had forced her long sensuous legs wide open now and they were obscenely splayed out on the couch, his arm disappearing halfway up Dot's dress as he plundered her private parts. A tremendous shudder went through her as Art's fingers harshly continued their lascivious investigation. The soft golden hair that surrounded her small pussy was parted roughly as he toyed with her throbbing clitoris, making her begin to moan with forbidden delight.

Her brother-in-law reached behind them with his other hand, and turned off the light on the table beside the sofa. In the darkness he felt that Dot would be even more responsive to him. He continued flicking at her excitedly throbbing clitoris now, making her whimper and squirm in his arms and then his other hand slipped beneath the open vee of her blouse to touch the warm nipples that were already like hard little pebbles. He felt an inferno of desire rushing through him and knew that he would have to get her lying out flat before long or go mad! His cock felt like a giant ramrod, prodding against his belly and he wanted to release it and let it have its way with the tender pussy his hand now knew so intimately.

"… oh, yes…" Dot pleaded, her voice a raspy whisper. "… yessss…" Her thighs felt limp and all she could do now was respond with her hips to his touches. Involuntarily, she began to move them back and forth in time to the rhythm of his finger. Slowly but surely, she felt his finger moving down so that his entire hand was able to move up into between her widespread thighs. He gave a sudden twist to her nipple that made her cry out in pain and in the same instant, slip two fingers high into her vagina.

"Aaaaaaaaaa…" Dot's head snapped back, her face a mask of ecstatic bliss. She thought for a moment that she might black out from the fantastic feeling of being entered so violently by his fingers.

"Oh, God… yes, Art… yeeessssss… ooooohhhhhhhh!" The impact of the blunt ends of his fingers striking against the soft end of her cervix high up in the confines of her pulsing cunt creating wave after wave of startling pleasure. For the first time, her body was alive, responding completely to his. She was wriggling so that they both almost fell onto the floor.

Art began a steady back and forth motion of his fingers high into his sister-in-law's smooth cuntal channel. His eyes had adjusted to the darkness in the room and he saw that her eyes were rolling back slightly, showing the white of the underlid as she moaned over and over.

"Come on!" he said suddenly, removing his hand with a slight suction noise from between her legs. "Come on!"

Dazed, Dot opened her eyes and groaned heavily.

"Where?"

"In the den…" Art answered, already pulling her along behind him.

"But the children…" Dot whispered, remembering them for the first time in several minutes. Still, in her aroused excitement, she hurried along behind him, trying to adjust her mussed hair. As she followed her brother-in-law into the den, she felt overly wet between her legs and her burning pussy already missed Art's touches. She felt anxious to be near him again, to feel him close to her… and yet this interruption had given her more time to think about what she was doing.

Art turned on a small lamp in the den, a medium-sized room that gave off the living room and also led to the hallway from which the bedrooms opened.

"The kids are sound asleep… and they'll stay that way." Art answered her question when they were inside the den. And in the glow from the light, Dot could see that his face was flushed, and looking down she could not help noticing an enormous bulge in the front of his pants. She blushed and looked away as he came toward her, already beginning to stammer out a protest. But quickly, he took her in his arms and she felt such a strong resurgence of desire that it was as if a thunderbolt had struck her. The entire length of his body pressed against hers had an overwhelming effect upon her nervous system and she was aware of how small she was… how strong he was. Everything in her ached for him. He kissed her lightly and led her to the big daybed that was on the right hand side of the room. It was old and comfortable with its faded brown corduroy spread and something about the feel of it when she sat down made Dot feel more comfortable. She remembered it when it had been new almost eight years ago.

"Let's get these things off," Art said gently, beginning to undo the buttons at the back of her blouse. One hand carefully lifted her long golden hair from the nape of her neck while the others undid the buttons.

Dot sat passively, feeling like a little girl being undressed. It felt wonderful to be treated with such tenderness, and as her blouse was peeled away and the straps of her slip were pulled down, she realized that she was crying. Art undid her bra and the cups fell away revealing the smooth white of her firm but heavy breasts with their hard pink nipples, the areolae the size of half-dollars spreading outward from the crinkly flesh of the center. She sobbed as Art cupped them in his hands from behind. Sobbed for her own vulnerability… for her enormous desire… for everything that had ever happened to her in her life.

Art kissed first the nape of her neck and then her shoulders. When he realized that she was crying, he grew confused… and started to say something, but then stopped himself. A woman's tears, he recalled, were not always from sorrow or pain… and yet deep down he knew that at least part of Dot's were. He felt a part of his heart reach out toward her, but he knew the frustration he had often felt in such situations with his wife… there was only so much he could do to help. But he vowed silently that he would do all he could this time… all he could for Dorothy. His hands smoothed downward, pushing her slip along her torso until it rode up on her full rounded hips. He jumped up and kneeled down in front of her, pulling it down the rest of the way, treating his eyes to her blushing beauty, her almost schoolgirl attitude as her splendid nudity was revealed bit by bit to his lusting eyes. Soon, she was wearing nothing but stockings and panties and her high heeled shoes. Art slipped off the patent leather pumps and massaged her dainty feet for a second. Then his hands ran up the length of her calves, up to her full round thighs and then to her small waist. He hooked his thumbs in at the top of her panties and pulled them downward, exposing a gently rounded belly with deeply inset navel and then, as he continued rolling the nylon material, the light golden curls of her pussy hair became evident. She helped him a little, and together they removed both panties and stockings. Art could only sit back on his heels for a second looking at her… he couldn't remember when he had seen a more beautiful woman.

Dot felt cool now that she was naked and she felt a trembling start to take hold of her. She watched as Art undressed before her, feeling as though she were in a dream, as though this were not really happening to her… but to some other woman… some other woman who had a vague and tenuous connection to her. Art's hard and muscular body stood tensed and naked before her in what seemed a split second and she found herself staring at the rampant pole of his penis. It was long and lust-hardened and bigger than any Dot had ever seen or imagined. He seemed filled with urgency now, impatient to enter her and she sensed that their long foreplay was rapidly coming to a close. She shivered… would she ever be able to fit it inside her?

But Dot didn't have long to ponder the question as Art dropped down beside her and started pushing her back upon the day bed. She felt weak and let herself be pushed… it seemed an eternity before her head hit the mattress and then she was looking up at him… this familiar relative who seemed such a stranger now. She had never seen him like this, flushed with desire… naked… on the point of taking her… no, she hardly dared imagine him like this! She felt oddly frightened and began to shake her head from side to side as he bent over her, but then his chest was grinding into hers, pushing against her so that she could feel herself being pressed into the foam beneath her, and all lucid thinking was erased from her mind. She had some trouble breathing as her brother-in-law's full weight fell upon her, his mouth crushing hers again. His tongue entered and this time she swallowed it hungrily, feeling the excitement building inside her shivering body. Art was breathing hot moist air all over her and then all his weight was on her and Dot knew that in moments she would be writhing beneath her brother-in-law… they were moments that she wanted to hasten as she felt his heavy legs pressing against her now and pulsing near her belly, the fiery pole of his long, extended prick.

With one sudden movement, her legs were being parted by his leg and the smooth rubbery head of his cock was sliding inside the narrow cleft of her pussy. It moved up and down and back and forth and Dot heard herself moan and call out his name. Her secret passage seemed to ache for his cock. She wanted so badly to feel him inside her that she felt she would scream for him to hurry! His hands were working steadily at her breasts and they felt raw and swollen… that was all that seemed to exist of her now… her stinging breasts and the moist pussy that accepted the blunt tip of Art's swollen prick as it rubbed against her hair-lined slit creating an unbearably increasing friction.

"OH, OH, OH, OH, OH…" she chanted. She started pushing her hips up higher and higher… trying to get him to enter her. But his cock continued to tease her tortured, gyrating pussy until wildly, she clawed at his back, begging him in a raspy voice.

"… please, Art… please… oh, God… please take me… take me now…"

The thick rubbery head of Art's prick stopped its incessant rubbing between his sister-in-law's fleshy cunt lips and slid down, poised at the tiny pink entrance to her widespread vagina. Art's hands went underneath her legs, drawing them up so that they splayed outward and nestled upon his back, her heels digging in for support. He let his swollen prick part the sparse blond pubic hair and insinuate itself into the incredible wetness that surrounded the small pussy opening… searching… burrowing… sliding.

His muscles started jerking involuntarily and he had to push… push hard against her, feeling the softness of her down there give, the petal-like lips begin to open to admit his hardened penis. The little hair-fringed mouth between her open thighs gave way unwillingly and in one sudden thrust, Art rammed halfway up inside her trembling pussy.

"Aaaaaarrrrrgggg!!!!" she moaned in reflex, and in spite of her desire not to make any noise, she couldn't help it. She had never felt anything like it. She thought her cunt lips were being split apart by the enormous hard circumference of her brother-in-law's hardened penis. Absurdly, she wondered for a flickering moment how her sister had been able to take it. And then Art was moving up higher inside her and she started crying and begging him to stop. She was surprised when he didn't, but just kept right on grinding his cock straight into her, enjoying the pressure of her tightly clenched vaginal muscles as they rippled wetly and smoothly around his surging penis.

Art decided he couldn't stop now no matter what. He knew it was hurting, as it did most women when he fucked them for the first time, but he also knew that in a few moments she would get used to his enormous size and begin to enjoy it. The tenderness of her inner pussy wrapped itself elastic-like around his churning prick, as with a grunt, he rammed it all the way to the end of her tightly resisting cuntal passage. He rocked his full weight against her, splitting her legs wide apart and hooking his cock upward inside her. He was aware of her legs flailing in the air and her fists pounding at his back and face, but he could only grab onto her cushiony buttocks and pull her entire pelvis up still higher to meet his engorged prick.

"Oh, Dot, baby!" he cried out, losing himself in the moment… "I'm gonna fuck you good…sooooo good!"

CHAPTER TWO

Lee dragged several pillows out into the hall so that she could at least be comfortable while she watched. She ran back into her room to get them, hoping that she wouldn't miss anything important in the few seconds it would take her to get back to the den door. Her heart was beating wildly and she knew that she had never been so excited in all of her thirteen years. She still couldn't believe what she had seen in there and when she returned her eye to the keyhole, her knees now comfortably supported by pillows, she fully expected to find that she had imagined the whole thing.

But there they were… Daddy and Aunt Dot… completely naked and getting ready to do it to each other! Even though she had never seen anything like that before, she knew enough to know what they were doing. She had seen movies and read novels in secret that described in great detail what went on between a man and a woman. But Daddy and Aunt Dot???? That was unthinkable… too unimaginable to be real! Her eyes were now open wide in astonishment as she saw for the first time, her father's enormous cock, red and angry looking, bouncing a little bit in front of him as he kneeled up between Aunt Dot's legs.

Aunt Dot's blood-curdling groan as he rammed it up into her filled the night air and Lee felt her face go ashen. Did it really hurt that much? It was no wonder, she thought, if all men were as big as her father! Instinctively, her own young thighs squeezed together tightly and she felt an odd twinge in her sweet untried pussy at the very thought!

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Art worked his hips up, kneeling into Dot and using her long trembling legs like a wheelbarrow. He was sweating profusely and big drops fell from his forehead onto Dot's quivering stomach. Dot was stunned and panic stricken but she knew she couldn't stop what almost amounted to an attack at this point. Strange and horrible thoughts ran through her head. She was being used, used as though she weren't a human being… just an orifice for him to vent his lust… it was almost worse than having no sex at all!

Suddenly Art pulled halfway out of her clinging cunt and Dot was amazed to feel the first twinges of pleasure shooting about in her vagina. His rigid cock was touching every section of her secret interior, filling up every nook and cranny! It was stretching her tight, little used pussy, still giving her pain, but now there was pleasure too. He paused a moment, and then slid back in with a grunt landing on her full force. She cried out like a wounded animal, but this time, her battered cervix responded with unexpected pleasure – the harsh sensation of his prick actually felt good! When he started pounding against her… it still felt good… in fact, it started feeling better and better! Suddenly each thrust of his lust-hardened cock into her wet open pussy created an astounding combination of pain and accumulating desire that grew more acute by the second! She started to moan again, this time feeling the total awareness of her body as it molded itself to his.

Lee shivered in her white cotton nightgown, although the night was quite warm… indeed, she didn't know why she was shivering when she felt so hot! Her entire young frame trembled as she leaned up against the door, from the tips of her ash blond hair to her small painted toes. Beneath her nightgown, her budding breasts could be seen silhouetted beneath the thin fabric. Her slender hips and loins tapered gracefully downward and her long legs were getting ready to become perfect and womanly. Everything about her seemed just on the verge of bursting into full bloom, like a young flower just about to open. This whole state of being preoccupied Lee most of the time, and she felt its pressures inside her as surely as though someone or something were nudging her quickly ahead into womanhood. She felt driven most of the time toward it and spent her nights reading magazines about older women or the most exciting books they would let her take out of the library. She felt ready for love and ready for whatever adventures might come her way… but before tonight, there had been none.

She could not really complain though, she thought as she uttered a silent "Whew!" to herself and looked in at the obscene spectacle of her father and her aunt. She had always looked up to her father, and recently she had even begun to notice how extraordinarily good-looking he was. She had always thought him handsome, but recently there was an added dimension… she started looking at him with a woman's eyes and found him most attractive. Tonight though, the sight of him nude, and making passionate love to Aunt Dot was almost frightening… deliciously frightening! She had been on her way to the bathroom to get a drink of water when she'd seen the light flick on in the den, its beams expanding beneath the narrow opening at the bottom of the door. Curiously, she had gone to peek in to see what her father might be doing at that time of night. And now, she was not only seeing what Daddy was up to, but Aunt Dot as well!

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Looking down at his sister-in-law's tightly screwed up features, and feeling her responding to each mighty blow of his advancing cock, Art felt like a God. He was lying naked between the legs of and fucking one of the most beautiful creatures on earth and she was loving it! He was going to give her the time of her life. He'd always suspected that she wasn't getting any from Old Man Nick, her husband, and the wild abandon that she displayed now made him realize that his thinking was probably true. How anybody could resist fucking such a sweet tight little pussy was beyond him. He only hoped he would get a chance to go at it again and again! Before he was through, he hoped to have her begging him for more. He thrust into her moistly contracting cuntal passage with a loud grunting noise, kneading the smooth full moons of her jiggling white buttocks in his nervous fingers. She was being skewered hard down into the squeaking mattress, helplessly impaled by his ramming prick.

"… ooooommmph…" Dot responded. "AHAH… ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!"

Art's handsome face grew purplish from desire as with long even strokes he continued the glorious fucking of his sister-in-law. This was forbidden fruit, forbidden pussy, a cruder side of him thought, and by God, he was going to enjoy it!

For Dot, the very forbidden nature of what she was doing was working toward making the experience one of the most exciting she'd ever known. For one thing, being entered by a prick as large as this one was something that she could never have previously understood would give her so much extreme joy. The feeling was at once one of being punished, martyred somehow, and that of getting just what she needed. Every bit of femininity she had in her was responding to the total masculinity of her sister's husband. Tides of desire rose and fell within her as she writhed involuntarily beneath his grinding loins. His inflamed and swollen member reached the farthest depths of her defenseless genitals. The lewd smacking noise of Art's swinging, sperm filled testicles slapping rhythmically against her wet buttocks filled her ears, combined with her own groans, and sighs. Time had come to a stop and she was suspended in the erotic realm of her body's needs. Abandoning her ladylike composure, she became a slut… a common whore… a cunt receiving a cock. No one had ever made her feel like this before and she could hear him chanting dirty words down at her: "… oh, you sweet piece of ass give it to me… fuck back… come on fuck back fuck back fuck back…"

Art's obscenity only furthered her desire, making her more lustful than ever. He used words that always made her blush whenever she heard them, and now she was not only not blushing, but spreading her long beautiful legs wider so that the out-sized penis could stretch her tender pussy wider apart! Art was almost bending her over backwards now, lifting her legs up so high and pushing them back over her head so that she was bent almost double and thought she might break in two. But the pleasure was so great that any pain she felt was relegated to the background of all the other lewd, lascivious sensations she was enjoying. Now his fingers were at her breasts again and he was holding on tight, rocking back and forth into her upturned cunt. Dorothy could feel the sweaty corduroy bedspread clinging to her back as her mouth hung open wide, animal-like wails of mindless excitation slipping incoherently off her tongue.

***

Behind the den door, out in the hall, Lee quivered with a building desire. Her original shock had given way to another more interesting sensation and almost absentmindedly, her small hand slipped down beneath her nightgown. She lifted it up and let her fingers trace an invisible line up against her pale white thighs, moving upward until she reached the uppermost portion where small tendrils of pubescent blond hair drifted beyond the tiny limits of her sex. Her fleecy young pussy pulsed slowly with a rising moistness… her face glistened with the natural oils of youth and she caught her breath as her lacquer-covered middle finger, reached the prickly area of her pussy. Gradually, she found her way to the folds of soft hidden flesh under the matted tufts of young, not yet matured pubic curls. Already experienced, her finger searched for the protruding tip of her clitoris. With a sigh, she felt a sharp thrill rush through her as the tender surface was exposed to her manipulating. The feeling rose from her tiny pink and coral pussy up across her trim little belly where it lingered before rising higher still to reach the taut protrusions of her breasts, which although now of a medium size, gave promise of growing much larger… already their shape was like that of large perfect lemons, just the right size for biting into. It was hard to keep on watching and to start the delicious back and forth motion with her finger at the same time, but by doubling herself up a bit, she managed it. While the satiny tissue of her pussy slipped easily beneath her own finger, Lee's eyes remained glued to the opening of the keyhole, where she was able to watch her father bring Aunt Dot to her first climax.

"Ooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh…" Dot sang out, feeling her brother-in-law's hot body pressing heavily down on hers now while the tautly stretched moons of her buttocks split wide, her legs dangling in mid-air as her cuntal muscles began to vibrate with urgency and then to contract wildly. A series of spasms took hold of her as the driving cock sped ever upward into her, pushing the trembling folds of her vaginal walls steadily back, massaging them internally with each withdrawal. He brought his huge shaft all the way out of her, leaving just the head at the entrance and then with all his might rammed back into her streaming passage.

"Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…" she screamed, bucking up against his savage thrust. Art crooned with delight, knowing she was starting her orgasm. Gasping for air, he fucked mercilessly deep into the soft confines of her cunt, watching as he did so the way his cock appeared and disappeared into the hungrily clutching aperture of her straining pussy. His balls ached painfully and as she continued to grunt steady words of encouragement to him, he knew that he too was going to cum. His big cock seemed filled with a hundred hot sparks, and he felt a total exhilaration as he dominated the shy former schoolteacher who was his sister-in-law… a woman he remembered from the days when she had been really a child, only sixteen and in trouble. He had watched her grow more beautiful with every year and had watched powerless to help as she married a man who, despite his money, Art knew wasn't worthy of her. And now, she was his… as much his as she possibly could be. His sperm seemed to be crying out within his balls, begging for release into the hot steaming pit of Dot's womb.

***

Joe woke up with a start. He had definitely heard a loud moan coming from the direction of the hall. Recently, he had taken to sleeping fitfully anyway since he'd started having nightmares… but now he was sure that the weird sounds he'd heard were not his imagination, nor were they part of some dream. He got up, clothed in his striped pajamas, and tiptoed quickly to the door to his room. He was frightened, but he didn't know why just yet… some premonition of what he was going to find out in the hall brushed his psyche and even before he saw his sister, he had broken out into a cold sweat.

The moan came again and Joe's mouth gaped wide in surprise as he was greeted by the sight of his younger sister Lee, oddly doubled up on two pillows, down by the den door. She appeared to be looking through the key hole, but from time to time, she just threw her head back and gave herself up to the overpowering sensations that seemed to be wracking at her young body. One small hand had hiked up her nightgown while the other… the other! Joe almost fell over backwards. He had not seen his sister naked for several years and it was clear to him immediately that she was doing the same thing to herself that he did to himself almost every night in bed, more and more recently, and usually after one of his nightmares. His sister's other hand was fumbling within the sparsely hair-covered mound that was high-set between her slender tapered thighs. She was kneeling on the pillows with her legs widespread and he could see everything clearly. The lower half of her body seemed unduly agitated and her entire pelvis shook lewdly, while the expression on her face was almost frightening.

In an instant, he felt his own genitals responding to his sister's obscenity. He was profoundly shocked though in spite of his excitement… never in his wildest dreams could he have imagined that she would do such a thing!

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm!" he heard her moan. She was panting… her eyes wide open, but glazed and unseeing. She had abandoned the keyhole for a moment, and now both her hands went sliding between her trembling thighs. From his position down the hall with his head peering out of the crack in his door, Joe could see the widely spread cleft of his younger sister's small cunt, the pink jeweled entrance to her vagina appearing briefly from moment to moment as her pelvis bumped lewdly upward. Lee's small pink tongue flicked out of the side of her mouth as the dual ravishment of both her hands, all ten fingers, beat a wild tattoo upon the sensitive tissues of her virginity. Her legs twitched and the area between her thighs was wet and shiny from the natural juices that flowed downward. Joe watched, his hand reaching down for his erect penis as his sister's fingers tangled in the soft blond hairs, separating them and spreading the small pillows of her sex wide, allowing him the privilege of looking inside.

He was amazed by the way she looked down there… so different from him. Of course, he knew that women were different, but he had never really dared to wonder exactly how they actually looked! She was mewling now, and as Joe's fingers began to extract his hard young member from his pajamas, he saw her look through the keyhole again. WHAT WAS SHE LOOKING AT? He couldn't imagine what kind of sight would provoke such a reaction; he himself was usually only aroused to the state where he would do such a thing by the most absurd, farfetched dreams. During the day, he hardly ever admitted them to himself, but at night and now… he couldn't help recalling what they were about. They were always about Aunt Dot!

In fact, it occurred to him now as he watched his sister playing with her moist young split that that must be the way his aunt looked. His dreams about her were always vague, but still highly stimulating. She was always kissing him, hugging him… and once in a really good one, she had played with his rock-hard prick! He had awakened to find himself holding on to himself, doing just what Aunt Dot had been doing in the dream. It was getting so that he could hardly look her in the face whenever she came to visit… and when she actually bent low to kiss him, her perfume rushing to his head, he often thought he would burst with longing… a strange unquenchable longing for her! And now Lee, his sister, was exposing her most private parts… unknowingly, of course, but still… there she was, right in the middle of the hall, jiggling her blond-fringed pussy, the most intimate and sacred part of her body!

Joe stood transfixed by the sight of her, his penis swelling uncomfortably as he squeezed it tenderly, his own eyes filming over with a desire-inspired glaze. His youthful rod turned a deep red as he hotly slipped the foreskin back and forth over the rubbery head.

"Oh, yeah…" he thought, keeping an eye on his sister's convulsively wriggling form. "… oh, yeah…!"

Lee snuck another peek through the keyhole in time to see her Aunt Dot expand into the full frenzy of her orgasm. Her entire lusciously curved body nakedly arched beneath Daddy's thrusting hardness, her face almost unrecognizably distorted by her passion. A steady wailing scream spewed forth from her wide open mouth and she clung to his back with both hands and heels, doing an odd sideways dance with her climaxing pelvis. Her raging hot vaginal walls clung to the enormous piston that filled them so entirely, while gushing sparkles of light seeped through her, throbbing wildly throughout every pore of her being. It was like falling from a tall building and being shattered upon a blissful surface, expanding and flying out into that very same space in a million tiny glittering pieces!