Jane Fox

Seducing her brother

CHAPTER ONE

"George! For heaven's sake!" Wilma Maxwell gasped as her husband suddenly reached for her hand and pressed it hard against his stiff cock. She looked around the gigantic cabin of the plane and then she giggled in relief as she noticed that most of the other passengers on this Trans-Atlantic flight were asleep.

"Now, honey… behave yourself!" Wilma managed to say sternly but there was a twinkle in her eye. "I don't think they let you do things like this on planes. You'll just have to wait until we land and get to the hotel."

"Aw, come on, Wilma," George chuckled. "I've always wanted to fuck on a plane. All these people are asleep and the stews are in back taking a break. No one'll ever know the difference."

Wilma looked around again and then her slight frown turned into a smile. What George said was true but she really didn't want to make a spectacle of herself. It would be fun to do something right under everyone's noses though. The thought of doing something that daring made Wilma's body tingle with excitement and there was a heated rush of cream that flooded her shivering cunt as she thought about telling her friends back home what they'd done. Of course fucking would be impossible in these cramped little seats but there were other enjoyable things one could do if one were horny.

"I've got an idea," Wilma whispered, leaning over to kiss the side of George's neck. This was something she'd always loved about George. He was always willing and able and sometimes they did do quite shocking things in strange places. That was what made marriage to George so exciting. It hadn't tapered off at all in eighteen years and she was glad that she'd married such a horny man. At least she didn't have to complain about not getting enough like her next-door-neighbors back in Greenville.

George watched with amusement as Wilma rang the buzzer for the stewardess. Then he grinned openly as Wilma politely asked the smiling young girl for a couple of blankets. Now he knew what Wilma's idea was, and he chuckled as she draped the blankets over them and then turned to wink at him.

"Unzip your pants," she whispered. "And give me your handkerchief. This is going to be a blast!"

George reached over and ran his fingers over his wife's long, smooth legs. She sure had a nice body for a woman of thirty-six. Her legs were warm and the crotchband of her panties was definitely damp. Wilma wasn't just humoring him. She was just as hot as he was.

"Mmmmmmm," Wilma moaned, lifting her hips a little so George could slide her panties off under the blanket. "We'll have to remember to be quiet. We'd be in bad shape if they kicked us off the plane right in the middle of the ocean."

"They wouldn't kick us off the plane, you ninny!" George chuckled. "I'll be quiet though. You just keep those hot lips of yours shut. You're the one who always makes the most noise."

"Oh, do I?" Wilma giggled, wrapping her fingers around George's hard prick and squeezing lustily. "I'm the one, hmmmmmm?"

"Awwwww, Jesus!" George moaned, unable to silence his loud groan of passion. Then he smiled as Wilma raised her eyebrows. "All right… all right," he conceded. "Both of us'll have to be quiet."

"Yessssss," Wilma breathed as George's finger slid over the creamy expanse of her drenched cuntal slit. "Ooooh, honey… that feels so good. I don't know why we wasted all this time. I wouldn't have been nervous during the takeoff at all if you'd been doing this. It's just marvelous!"

George felt his cock stiffen even more as Wilma's hand started pumping up and down lewdly. Wilma knew how to jack him off just perfectly. That's all they'd done for a long while when they were dating. Wilma hadn't let him pop her cherry until the night of the. Senior Prom and George had just about turned blue in the face, trying to talk her into it. But once Wilma had tasted the lusty delights of fucking she had been insatiable. She certainly hadn't turned out to be a frigid wife, like so many of his friends complained about. Wilma was a first-class fuck and he was a lucky guy for finding her.

George couldn't stop his lusty groan as Wilma's fingers began to grip his throbbing cock tighter and tighter. Her fingers were so smooth they felt like a warm, velvet vise around his jerking prickshaft and he groaned again as his cock gave an impatient surge.

"Honey," George whispered, "I think we could get away with it if you just put your head down here in my lap and sucked it. Please, honey? You know how I love that."

Wilma glanced around again but none of the other passengers seemed in the least aware of what was going on in seats 17 E and F. They were tight next to the window and no one was seated in the aisle seat. They had the whole row to themselves because the flight wasn't crowded. Wilma didn't think the people on the other side of the aisle in seats 17 A, B, and C could see what they were doing. The lights were very dim and their neighbors across the way seemed to be sleeping soundly.

"Alright," Wilma whispered back, giving a little muffled giggle. "But you'd better keep your eyes open for the stewardess. I don't want anyone to see me."

"I will… I will!" George promised quickly. "Just do it, honey… I'm hornier than hell right now!"

Wilma squirmed a little until she was sprawled out under the blanket with her head in George's lap. Then she carefully raised the blanket and grinned as she saw his hard, nearly-bursting cock. At least they wouldn't have to use the handkerchief this way. She felt almost like a new bride as she wrapped her hand around George's huge cock and started licking it with her tongue. Poor George really was horny and she just hoped that he wouldn't make any noise when he came. She could feel his cock jerking as she licked it and George was making little gasping noises of enjoyment. He was doing his best to keep quiet but Wilma knew just what lusty feelings were rushing through her husband's body as she swirled her little pink tongue over the head of his smooth, slippery prick and sucked it in the tight oval of her lips. At least this wouldn't take very long. George's stiff cock was jerking so hard that he was almost shooting already and she'd barely started sucking.

"Mmmmm, yeah!" George whispered, pushing her head down with his heavy hand. "Come on, baby. This'll be so quick no one'll ever know about it."

Wilma giggled as she made a little smacking sound with her lips. She hoped that the blanket muffled the noise she was making as she sucked George's big, jerking cock into her throat. The smacking sucking noises sounded awfully loud to her, but, that was because she was under the blanket. They couldn't be that loud outside. If they were, everyone in the whole aircraft would know exactly what they were doing.

"Mmmmmmm," Wilma groaned, sucking joyfully on the throbbing pole of her husband's prick. She'd have to demand that he play with her cunt when she was through sucking his cock. Every time Wilma sucked her husband's lovely, large cock her cunt got so wet and steamy she could hardly stand it. Cocksucking definitely turned Wilma on and she rubbed her swelling nipples against George's lap as her cheeks ballooned in and out obscenely under the blanket. This was really fun in a wicked sort of way. She couldn't help but wonder what the stewardess would say if she noticed what was going on. The poor little blonde would probably turn beet-red and run up to ask the pilot what to do. Wilma was sure they didn't stimulate situations like this in stewardess school. Who else but her and George would do something this risky? Certainly none of their friends would ever dare to do anything like this on a flight to Europe!

"Awwwww, Jesus!" George whispered, feeling his wife's lips clamp tightly around his cock and suck it strongly. He felt the hard pole of his prick slide deeply into her throat and he was surrounded by flaming wetness. Now he was damn glad he'd thought of this new kinky way to have fun. He was just lucky that he was married to Wilma and not a prude like her sister Wanda. George's lips curved in a smile as he thought of Wanda sucking a man's cock on a flight to Europe. Wanda would probably have a heart attack if Wilma even mentioned it!

George felt his balls tighten and he did his best to hold off for another sexy moment. Jesus, but her lips were hot! He'd never felt her this hot and lewd before. Wilma always got a real kick out of doing kinky things hit her lips had never inflamed this way and her throat had never squeezed this deliciously. Jesus! It was enough to drive him crazy with lust!

George tried every trick he knew to keep from coming as Wilma's hot, shivering lips squeezed around the slippery head of his cock and sucked him deeply into her shuddering throat. He thought about the kids and how he hoped that they would survive for three weeks with Wilma's sister, Wanda. He thought about his job and how lucky he'd been to get a vacation exactly when he wanted it. He thought about the five years that they'd gone without a vacation so they could take this trip to Europe. Somehow every thought he had seemed very sexy. Wilma's squeezing throat kept up its delightful pressure and his balls throbbed demandingly.

"Mmmmmmmm!" George gasped, knowing that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't hold coming off for more than a couple more seconds. Wilma's mouth was just too hot, and delicious and her head was wiggling under the blanket as she slid her head back and then sucked his long, jerking cockpole all the way into her throat. The blanket was wiggling obscenely and George hoped to hell that no one would notice. If someone tame along and stopped them right now, he'd, just die.

Suddenly Wilma's throat squeezed in a new, tight way. George felt as if he were being sucked into a red-hot smelter – and his balls tightened into knots of pure agony. This was it… he just couldn't hold back any longer.

"Here it comes, baby." George whispered, lifting up the blanket just a bit, so that Wilma could get a gulp of fresh air. Then he felt, her mouth drive down on his prick and her smooth cheeks started to suck.

"Ahhhhhh!" George groaned, feeling his cock swell up so huge that he was afraid he was going to choke her. The head of his jerking prick felt like a balloon, swelling up enormously and scraping against the shuddering heat of her throat. Then his balls started to pump and. George let out a startled yelp of pleasure as the cum hurtled out of the end of his cock and gushed down Wilma's throat like a broken waterline.

"Mmmmmm!" Wilma gasped, sucking as hard as she could. She could feel her whole body shaking and her pussy was a red-hot shivering tunnel of need. She was burning up inside and now Wilma wished that they had figured out some way to fuck. She was so am used that she was almost screaming right out loud in lust.

George's face turned bright red in the dim light of the plane. Wilma's mouth was like quicksand, sucking him in deeply and rippling around the exploding length of hardness. The spent was jetting out of his prick as if it would never stop and he clenched his hands tightly at his side, trying to keep quiet while the wonderful spasms of release made his cock shoot again and again.

"Wow!" George gasped, as Wilma sucked strongly on his prick, making his balls shudder and pump until they were dry. Then a wide, satisfied smile spread over his face and he reached down and tapped his daring wife's shoulder.

"Come on," he whispered. "You can come up for air now, honey. Hurry up… someone may have heard me groan."

Wilma poked her head out of the blanket and sat up quickly. In just a second they looked as if they were merely relaxing under the blankets. There was no evidence of what had happened except for the smile on George's face and the little grin on Wilma's.

"Excuse me, Sir…" the stewardess said, appearing suddenly at the end of the aisle and tapping George an the shoulder. "Is tine something wrong? One of the passengers said that you were groaning."

George's mouth opened and closed in surprise. Then he got a sheepish expression on his face.

"Uh… no, nothing's actually wrong," he mumbled. "I… I could use an Alka Seltzer though. I don't feel too well right this minute."

"Oh, certainly, Sir," the stewardess said, whisking away to get something to relieve George's stomach, while Wilma shook silently with laughter. That had been a close one. Both of them were wondering what the stewardess would have said if she'd known the truth about George's groans.

"I have a suggestion, Sir," the stewardess said, smiling professionally as she handed George the glass. "We don't have anyone in first class tonight. Why don't you and your wife go on up there and we'll draw the curtains for you. That way if you groan again, our passengers won't be upset."

"… thank you!" George grinned. "That's awfully nice… we'd really appreciate that."

"I thought you would," the stewardess smiled. "I believe in women's liberation you know. If you go up in first-class you won't have to hide under a blanket when you pay your wife back for that tremendous blow job!"

CHAPTER TWO

Wanda Harvey sighed as she stacked the dishes in the dishwasher. At least her sister, Wilma, was a good housekeeper. She was amazed that anyone as flighty as Wilma had settled down enough to keep a nice house, but the evidence was right in front of her eyes. The kitchen floor was clean and sparkling and there wasn't a speck of dust in the living room. Wanda had checked that out the moment Wilma and George had left to catch their plane. Thank goodness there really wasn't all that much for her to do, but she still was a little nervous about taking care of the children. Knowing Wilma and George, the two children would probably be a handful. There was no telling what kind of foolishness her sister- and brother-in-law had taught the two teenagers. Wanda just hoped that she'd be able to straighten them out and set them on the right path before Wilma and George got back.

Wanda frowned as her head throbbed again. Taking care of her niece and nephew wasn't her idea of an ideal vacation but she couldn't very well refuse when Wilma had asked her. Family was family, and blood was thicker than water, she reminded herself. She hadn't had any idea that Scott and Sally would be so noisy though. They were almost as bad as the class of third graders she taught during the school year.

"Good heavens!" Wanda sighed, pressing her hands to her temples tightly. She listened for a moment and then she grimaced as she realized that Scott had one station on his radio and Sally was listening to another. The mixture of the two rock stations were deafening but she supposed that normal teenagers acted this way. She just wasn't used to children this age. Of course she didn't want to start nagging at them to be more considerate on her first night there. There'd be time enough to mold their young minds during, the next three weeks while Wilma and George were in Europe. By the time they got back, Scott and Sally would be much more civilized and well behaved.

"Oooooooh!" Wanda groaned, shutting the kitchen door to try to block out some of the cacophony. The children would be leaving for the movies soon and then at least there'd be peace and quiet. Wanda didn't see how Wilma could stand the racket day in and day out, but then Wilma had always been loud and little wild herself. People meeting the two sisters for the first time would always assume that she was the older sister, instead of the other way around. She had always acted much more mature than Wilma, even when they were young girls.

Wanda poured herself a cup of coffee and shook three aspirin out of the bottle. She was going to watch Sally and Scott carefully to see if they had inherited any of George and Wilma's lewd habits. She'd squelch any nasty talk or dirty jokes in a hurry. Wanda just didn't see how her sister could stand living with George. He was always pinching her and making little off-color remarks, even when the children were present! Some men just never grow up. After seeing Wilma and George's marriage in action, Wanda was very thankful that she hadn't married. She could have been in a situation just like this if she hadn't come to her senses in time about her high school boyfriend, James Lewiston.

Wanda's hand shook as she picked up her cup of coffee. She didn't enjoy thinking about James, but the memories came flooding back even though she tried to block them out of her mind. She had been so young, only eighteen, and so much in love.

"Come on, Wanda," James had pleaded. "We'll have lots of fun. Your sister's going to be there, and it isn't like were going to be alone. Besides… you want to go along and keep your eye on Wilma, don't you? I thought your parents told you that you two girls had to go places together while they were gone."

"I… I guess I'll go," Wanda agreed hesitantly, thinking about what her mother and father would say if they knew she and Wilma had gone to an all-night party at George's parents' beach house. Of course they'd be even more upset if Wilma went without her. She supposed that she could go along, just to keep Wilma in line. Her older sister had a tendency to get pretty wild at parties sometimes and James had promised that there would be other people there. It wasn't like she was really doing anything wrong by going to a party. She just didn't like the idea of being out all night. That was something her parents never would have allowed if they'd been home this weekend.

"Oh, Wanda! You're a sweetheart!" Wilma giggled, squeezing her younger sister tightly. "I'm really glad you're coming along. James has been wanting to take you to a party for a long time now. I don't see why you're so afraid to be alone with him. James is a living doll, just like George!"

Wanda smiled even though her heart wasn't in it. George was definitely not a living doll in her book and she didn't think that James was either. She'd overheard some gossip about the two boys just the day before and it wasn't the sort of thing she'd repeat to her parents. Rumor had it that George and James had gone out drinking one night and they'd come home so drunk that their father had to drag them out of the car and put them both to bed. Wanda didn't really want to associate with a boy that had a reputation for drinking but Wilma had told her it was just a story. Wilma had sworn up and down that George and James didn't drink, at least not more than a beer once in awhile, and most of the boys around had a beer occasionally.

As soon as Wanda saw the deserted beach house she knew that her fears had been well-founded, especially when James told her that none of the other people they'd invited could make it. That sounded plenty fishy to Wanda and she resolved to keep her eye on her wild older sister. She wasn't going to let Wilma a get into any trouble. And Wilma didn't have the sense of a chicken as far as Wanda was concerned.

"Here… have some nice hot chocolate to warm you up," James said, handing Wanda a mug of steamy cocoa. "I'll put on some records and we can dance for awhile. Then we can run down to the beach and watch the stars. How does that sound?"

"Fine," Wanda smiled, breathing a sigh of relief. That sounded like a nice, innocent evening. At least the boys weren't drinking beer. James had poured a hot chocolate for all of them, and there was no evidence of any liquor in sight. Perhaps James wasn't wild at all, as she'd feared before. She'd dated James occasionally and he seemed like a nice enough boy but she hadn't been sure. Now she was beginning to think that her fears about tonight had been totally unfounded. Hot chocolate was a very good drink for a beach party. They'd brought hot dogs to roast by a bonfire and marshmallows, too. It certainly seemed like an innocent enough evening. She must have been wrong about James. He was really acting like a gentleman tonight.

"More hot chocolate, Wanda?" George asked, pouring her another cupful of the huge thermos the boys had brought along. "It's good, isn't it?"

"Delicious," Wanda smiled. "What kind of chocolate did you use, George? It tastes different somehow."

"I don't know," George answered quickly, winking at James over Wanda's head. "My mother made it. You like it though, don't you?"

"Yes," Wanda grinned. "I really do. It's just the thing to warm us up out here. I feel much warmer already just after one cup. Your mother makes wonderful hot chocolate, George."

James and George and Wilma all exchanged amused glances as Wilma drank her second cup of hot chocolate. Wilma could hardly stand to watch. She wanted to giggle so badly she was almost choking, but she didn't dare give this marvelous plan away. She'd thought of it, after all. The hot chocolate had a half a bottle of vodka in it and Wilma was sure that her sister would stop acting like an old maid school teacher after she had a couple of drinks. At least Wilma knew that happened to her after she'd had a couple of drinks and she hoped the same thing would happen to Wanda. If they were lucky tonight, drinking would make Wanda turn into a party girl and then everyone could have some fun.

Wilma pointed to Wanda's cup and James refilled it again. Wilma didn't really want to get her prudish younger sister drunk. She just wanted Wanda to have some fun. Wanda was already acting like an old maid and she was much too pretty for that. Usually when their parents insisted on the two girls going places together Wanda had the effect of a wet blanket on Wilma's fun but tonight was going to be different. Tonight Wanda was going to loosen up a little, once she got a couple of shots of vodka in her. Wilma wanted to see her sister stop acting like a cold fish. James had complained about the fact that Wanda hadn't even let him kiss her yet and they'd been going out places together for the last three months. That sort of prudish behavior wasn't normal as far as Wilma was concerned. Tonight was "loosen up Wanda" and they were going to do it. It was for her own good, after all.

Wanda had no idea that these kinds of thoughts were running through Wilma's head as she sipped her cocoa and warmed herself in front of the fire the boys had built in the big stone fireplace. She had no idea that the cocoa was spiked. Wanda had never tasted liquor in her life and she didn't dream that the hot chocolate was a plot to make her lose her inhibitions. She was feeling a little dizzy and giggly right now, but Wanda was sure that was just because she was relaxing after her English Lit test this morning. She was beginning to think that the beach party was a good idea, now that she was here. The moon was bright outside and she could hear the waves lapping up against the shore. It was a beautiful, bright romantic night and James was being unusually witty. She couldn't help but giggle at the jokes the boys were telling even if they were a bit risque.

"You're having a good time, aren't you, Sis?" Wilma asked, winking over Wanda's head at James. "See? I told you this party would be fun."

"You're right," Wanda giggled, holding out her cup for more chocolate. "This is a good night for a party… just look at that moon! It looks like daylight outside, it's so bright."

"Hey… let's all go out and dance on the beach," George suggested, tugging at Wilma's arm. "We can turn up the music really loud and I'll bet we can hear it way down there."

Before Wanda quite knew what was happening, she found herself in her bathing suit, dancing with James on the sandy beach. The music was tinny, but it sounded like a full orchestra to Wanda's ears. She was feeling marvelous and a tingle of excitement coursed through her body. James was holding her much more tightly than she usually let him but it was a little chilly and the warmth of his arms felt good.

Dancing on the beach was the most romantic thing she'd ever done, Wanda decided, cuddling up in James' arms. She'd been foolish for not realizing what a wonderful guy James was before. He was really being sweet tonight, filling up her cup every time it got empty and hugging her closely this way to keep her from getting cold.

Wanda looked tip at James and she shivered a little as she saw the gleam in his eyes. It might have been a reflection but his eyes looked funny, almost as if he had a secret he was keeping from her. A little shudder ran through her body but then she laughed, feeling foolish for imagining things. James had looked almost wild there for a moment but it was only the moonlight. Now he was smiling down at her and she smiled back, pressing her curvy body right up against his as she stumbled slightly in the deep sand.

"Mmmmmm, that's better," James grinned, tightening his arms around her again, until she could hardly breathe. "You're not cold, are you, Wanda?"

Wanda felt a shiver and she nodded quickly. Perhaps that was why she was feeling so strangely. The sand was slightly damp and she was bound to catch her death of cold out here on the beach dressed only in her swimsuit.

"Guess I'd better warm you up a little," James chuckled, nuzzling her neck with his lips. He grinned as Wanda shivered even more. Maybe Wanda didn't know why she was shivering this deliciously but he did. This was the perfect time to kiss her and then there might even be time for a little more.

"Ooooh!" Wanda gasped, as James found her shaking lips with his own. She felt as if she were drowning as his face blocked out the bright moon and she felt the tide of desire rising in her body. Wanda didn't have the slightest notion why she was feeling so tingly all over but it was a pleasant feeling. It was exciting in a breathless kind of way and her lips parted slightly as her body molded to his.

"Mmmmmmm," Wanda sighed, kissing James back hard, as her head whirled around and around. He was so hot it felt like his body was warming Wanda's in a bright, hot fire. She felt her skin glow where his hands touched her and then they were sliding all over her bare skin, sending currents of delicious fire through her burning body.

Wand a shivered again as James slipped his fingers down her back and around to cup her full, round breasts. She really shouldn't be letting him do this, but it felt so wonderful that she just couldn't seem to say no. He was still kissing her deeply and she couldn't talk anyway. She'd let these delicious sensations go on for just another couple of seconds and then she'd pull away like a good girl. She certainly didn't want James to get the wrong idea about her. She wasn't the type of girl who let boys touch her in intimate places!

For a moment in Wanda's whirling mind, she wondered what kind of girl actually let a boy touch her in those moist, hidden secret places. What about those wicked, fast girls in school? Did they really suffer for their sins? The girls who were rumored to sleep around in school didn't appear to be suffering at all. They were popular and full of fun, giggling in the halls and seeming to have a wonderful time. All the boys clustered around them in droves. II was all, very confusing and her head was whirling. James kissed her passionately. It didn't help Wanda's confusion. Perhaps Wanda's mother was wrong about things. Wanda certainly didn't feel guilty about James' fingers squeezing her full, round breasts. She felt just wonderful and there was really no reason to stop him right away. In Wanda's alcohol-blurred mind she was sure that she could handle James if he got carried away. She thought there was no harm in fooling around just a little to see what it was like.

James felt Wanda's lips flame and his prick stiffened violently. She wasn't puffing away. He'd never expected Wanda to let him get this far and a blaze of heat led swiftly through James' body. Perhaps Wilma was wrong about her sister, he thought. Wanda wasn't acting as prudish as Wilma had predicted. The thinks must be working or, even better, perhaps Wanda just hadn't had the opportunity to have any fun with a boy before. He knew he was the first boy Wanda had ever really dated. Maybe she had a reputation for being a prude just because no one had ever asked her before.

A breeze ruffled Wanda's long blonde hair as James held her tighter and tighter. She fell so different tonight. There was a new heat pulsing through her quivering body and her nipples felt tight and heavy as James fingered them through her bathing suit. She wondered what it would be like to let James touch her nipples without her swimming suit in the way. That didn't seem as wicked to Wanda now as it would have an hour ago. It didn't seem wicked at all, now that she was thinking about it. It might even be fun for just a little while! Lots of girls let their boyfriends touch their nipples. That really wasn't being awfully sinful if it didn't lead to anything else.

The more Wanda thought about it, the more she wanted to feel James' hot fingers on her nipples. The urge just to try it became so strong that she felt weak and light-headed. No one would know, if she just tried it once. Wanda didn't think that James would tell anyone, and even if he did, no one would believe him. She had a reputation for being a good girl. If James told anyone, they'd think he was just making the whole thing up.

Wanda gave a throaty giggle and her fingers found the tie of her bathing suit. Before she had a chance to really consider what she was about to do, the tie was undone and the top of her suit fell down to her waist. She heard James gasp and then his hands were on her breasts again, without the bulky material of the suit in his way.

"Aaaaaa!" Wanda moaned, thrusting her quivering little nipples out into his bot hands. That felt marvelous! A new kind of electric thrill was running though her body and it warmed her all the way down to her toes. His fingers felt like little flames, rippling across her smooth flesh and sending her nipples hardening into throbbing points on the tips of her creamy white breasts.

"Ooooooh, yes!" Wanda breathed, thrilling to the new excitement of this first touch. No wonder the girls in school let boys take liberties with them. It felt fantastic! Her body was rippling with heat now and she felt an unfamiliar tightening between her long, shapely legs. There was a fire that seemed to originate in that moist, secret well of her aunt. Wanda trembled and moaned softly as a burst of passion made her knees weak. Now that she'd tasted the sweetness of James' touch on her nipples she wanted it all over her shuddering body, down across the satiny swell of her tummy and more. She wanted James to touch her there too… right there in the moist, pinkness of her virginal aunt.

"Here," James gasped, letting her go for an instant as he spread out a big blanket on the beach. "Here, Wanda… right here where we can get comfortable."

"Oooooh, how nice," Wanda giggled. "You even brought a blanket. You're so thoughtful, James… so thoughtful."

Wanda didn't realize she slurred words or that her breathing had quickened, but lames did. He knew that Wanda was feeling the effects of the drinks and he didn't want to lose his advantage by fumbling. She would be bound to resist a little if she was as innocent as Wilma seemed to think. He had to make her burn with lust or she might back out at the last minute. James didn't think he could stand that. He knew that Wilma was fucking George regularly now and he was aching to taste the delights of Wanda's sweet, hot cunt. He was going to fuck her tonight or die in the attempt.