John Kellerman

The family secret

CHAPTER ONE

The pilot's voice had just come through the intercom saying something about perfect flying weather and night time temperatures at the airport where they'd be landing. But Vicky wasn't really paying much attention. Her pink tongue stuck a little ways out of her mouth as she bit down on it and her blue eyes fluttered half open. She'd turned off her reading light long ago and pulled her windbreaker across her lap. The plane wasn't crowded and she had the whole seat to herself.

"Nnnnnn… ohhhhh… it is going in!" she breathed to herself, wiggling her middle finger back and forth. The dainty folds of her slit felt so soft… so velvety warm. And she was wet, too. Wet and slippery where her juices had flooded out. She spread her bare feet on the floor under the seat in front and pointed her toes. As her calf muscles bulged and the strands along the insides of her thighs stiffened she felt the tension build too. Her finger seemed suddenly to penetrate some delicate baffler and she let herself moan louder than she should've. But it was exciting! Her middle finger was sliding easily now, going in all the way to the last knuckle.

She'd thought her outer folds were soft, but inside her unsullied little pussy it felt like the fields of heaven itself. In a flash she knew why boys were so damned interested in getting their hot, stiff cocks inside a girl's body. It probably felt wonderful to them to rub against all that slick softness she was touching with her fingertip.

"Nuuuhh… Mmmmmmm… Ohh wow!" She wallowed her head in her pillow and worked her slim hips up and down on the seat as her finger explored her insides for the very first time. The thought that she was no longer a virgin occurred to her. Well, not strictly a virgin anyway. But her finger wasn't very big and it hadn't hurt at all really. She touched and probed, licking her upper lip, concentrating.

"God… Ohhh God it's weird!" She was wondering how deep her little hole went. Since boys were all sizes, girls probably were too. She thought of ears and noses and the way her brother's cock looked when he stepped out of a tower. She hadn't seen it since he was a teenager and he was twenty-five now. But she'd noticed the lump in his jeans plenty of times. She was remembering when he'd taken her to the plane a month before. He'd been eyeing some wild-looking stewardess and his pants had bulged right before her eyes. Vicky had almost found the nerve to kid him about it but the plane had been called and she'd hurried out. Her Aunt Patricia's husband had died and she'd gone to keep her company for a while. Now, with the plane nearing Rocksford, she was glad to be getting back home before the summer was completely shot.

"Ohhhh… Ohhhh God yesss…" she gasped, squirming as her bent thumb brushed her clit. The tiny lump of softness swelled suddenly as if pumped up with water. It felt very hot. She rubbed the nubbin again and a shoot of the most glorious sensations burst through her. She touched again, faster, harder.

"Uhhnnnn… Ohh… Nuuh… Mnnnnn!" Her fingers worked frantically now as she discovered the super sensitivity of that special spot. She'd suspected before that her clit had something very important to do with happiness. But she'd never suspected anything like this! She'd never even brought herself off, though she'd heard lots of stories from girls who had. The stories had scared her some. A few of the girls swore they'd fainted. One said that she'd gotten headaches from playing with herself but still couldn't keep from it. So Vicky had taken her time to get used to her body.

The first few times she'd just stripped before a bath and examined her mound with a mirror, not daring to touch. Then, in a warm tub, she'd smoothed her tender cunt lips with soapy palms, getting used to the subtle friction which made her shudder with anticipation.

At her aunt's house she'd become bored and started to explore more thoroughly. Using a much-creased page from a hygiene book as reference, she'd identified each and every part between her down-covered labia. But that hadn't told her much really. The inner labia seemed more like the dainty petals of a flower really. And her clitoris was a shapeless little nub of moist, raw flesh housed slightly by more moist folds. The diagram indicated that this spot was the seat of female sexual response. At the time Vicky hadn't tried to find out if that was true or not. Now there was no doubt in her mind!

"Ghhaaaaa… I can't stand it," she breathed, wiggling furiously against the seat as her fingers dug and played in the messy juices. She'd felt something even wilder now… an insatiable tickle that was fast growing to a crazy itch. An itch that seemed to make her half crazy with wanting to scratch. But the more she scratched, the more intense the feeling became. Now her lungs sucked air in violent gasps and her toes tingled. Muscle tremors ran up and down her young thighs. Her short dress had hiked up above her panties now and her jacket had slipped to the floor but somehow Vicky couldn't bother with all that. She'd eased her pink nylon panties down long before, so now her feverish cunt was there for anyone to see who might happen by. But it was late and the old man across the aisle was snoring under his newspaper. The stewardess was probably having herself a stiff drink somewhere. Vicky probed deeper with her middle finger and rubbed her thumb in slow circles against her tumid lit.

"Come on… come on… c-c-come on…" she whimpered, twitching uncontrollably as the shivers of pure pleasure jolted through her. She didn't think she could stand much more. She knew what those girls had been talking about now. It was enough to drive someone mad. She'd forgotten about everything… almost everything. And yet that final glorious explosion she'd heard about wouldn't come. She sucked in another lungful of air and tried to think of something that might help her slip over the edge into paradise.

Since she hadn't dated much, Vicky couldn't call on much past experience. And being a tomboy of sorts, she wasn't all that sought after as a date. But she'd kissed a few guys in the back seats of cars. The back seat of her father's limousine, that is… with the chauffeur peeking in the mirror.

"Ohhh… why won't it come?" Vicky couldn't find a boy's face or body she was really happy with. So she made up her dream guy. The one she thought of when she put on her nighty. The one she'd put together as her secret God who someday would come and kiss her and make everything perfect. He was slender and blond with a wide smile and sensuous lips. Maybe he even had a blond mustache. And he had green eyes. She was bananas about green eyes. The more she thought of this dream lover, the more intense her pleasure became. Now her fingers were slick to the second knuckles. She had all of them in her slit, her middle finger pushed deep into her pussy as her thumb continued to stroke thrills from her clit. And then with a shivering convulsion she felt herself glide upwards… upwards. The nipples of her breasts had suddenly grown stiff and super sensitive. She rubbed them savagely, her hand up under her blouse now as her hips plunged up and down on the seat. Her blond dream-lover was making love to her with his perfect cock. His perfect lips touched hers, forced them open. His perfect hands caressed her feverish body as he plunged deep, penetrating her to the hilt.

"Yuhhhhh… No…" she groaned, biting her lip, pretending it was her made-up ravisher. And she pretended it was his hands petting her firm, high breasts, smoothing her belly. She came with a jerk, bumping her head against the dividing arm of the seat. She'd slid down so far that her trim ass hung off the edge of her cushion. And the slippery flood of juice made hot lines down her thighs as she worked her body like a snake to feel every bit of heaven she could.

"Ohhh… it's wonderful," she breathed, tossing her head, digging her middle finger as deep as she could possibly reach. Her thumb trembled. She hardly had to touch her clit now to keep the heavenly throbs going. She couldn't breathe, couldn't think, didn't care. Until at last she pulled her knees up against her body and shivered like that as the ecstasy trickled away through her senses. She was breathing like she'd climbed a mountain. Every muscle in her body had been rack hard and now felt completely relaxed. She licked her lips and managed to flutter her eyes open. The old man across the aisle was staring at her with an expression of delight. Her glance made his cheeks flush and he quickly disappeared behind the flutter of his newspaper.

Vicky felt like crawling into the small ashtray on the seat arm and pulling the lid shut behind her. The man cleared his throat and squirmed in his seat. He sounded every bit as uncomfortable.

Vicky pulled up her panties and jerked down her skirt. She tried to straighten her clothes as best she could and dug a comb from her knapsack. Her body was still tingling wonderfully and the crotchband of her panties had already become soaked with her juices. When she looked at her middle finger there was a small smear of blood where she wore her little gold ring. It wasn't much blood… not much at all. And her hole had felt so small when she'd been digging around up there. Maybe she was still mostly a virgin. But something more important was bothering her. That man, the one who'd seen her fingerfucking, was vaguely familiar. She'd remembered something in his face when she'd found him staring at her. But the dark beard speckled with gray bothered her. She didn't know anybody with a beard.

The plane banked slightly and began to lose altitude. The seat-belt sign came on and the stewardess bustled back along the aisle making sure everyone was properly strapped in. Vicky wadded her windbreaker into her little pack and got her own belt in place. When the stewardess came even with her, she bent close to the man across the aisle.

"All fixed, Dr. Holden? I hope you've had a pleasant flight!"

Vicky put a finger in her mouth and bit it hard. The man who'd watched her bring herself off was her family's doctor. Since she never went to the doctor much, she'd forgotten the fact that Dr. Holden had grown a beard the past year. She stared red-faced at her lap. She didn't think she'd be able to even get up when the plane finally arrived at Rocksford.

The stewardess made sure Vicky was buckled in and moved on. The plane nosed down more and clouds streaked close to the windows. In a little bit Vicky would be able to see the lights of Rocksford. She glanced across the aisle and found Dr. Holden looking at her. He was smiling.

"Vicky? Vicky McNarey?"

"Yes?" she said, her voice almost a whisper. She was blushing again and digging at her palm with a fingernail.

"I thought that was you." He fingered his beard. He didn't look so old now, Vicky thought. He started to say something, stopped, started again. "Listen my dear, I know you must be embarrassed…"

Vicky started to get up but remembered they were landing. Her seat belt tugged her down again. She looked around like a caged animal. Why was he saying all this? Why didn't he just leave her alone? She wanted to jump out the window. If she'd had a parachute, she might've considered that very thing.

"…really, it's nothing to be upset about," Dr. Holden sent on, "and I even remarked to myself as I watched you just how perfectly normal you went about it." He cleared his throat in a professional way. "Perfectly normal in every respect. In fact I was impressed by the way you went ahead right there in your seat. You didn't try and hide the act like some naughty secret. I think you must be remarkably well-adjusted and healthy-minded, my dear. It would be a pity if you made too much of the fact that I accidentally observed you." He cleared his throat again. "So I wanted to commend you and to make certain that you knew I understood. Everybody does it, after all," he laughed. "It's just that you do it more beautifully than anyone I can imagine."

Vicky stared up at him, hardly believing her ears. It was the doctor's turn to blush. He chuckled goodheartedly.

"You see, I'm shyer than you are about the whole thing." He leaned into the aisle. "And your secret is safe with me." Vicky gave him a weak smile and pretended to be busy looking out the window. Lights were twinkling up to them now. The plane dipped, flattened out and touched the runway. Vicky didn't look across the aisle again until the plane had stopped and people began getting up. Dr. Holden went down the aisle without looking back. Only when she was sure he was off the plane did Vicky get up and make her way down to the door.

CHAPTER TWO

"Well, I certainly don't want to go pick her up," Abby said, pulling the brush through her hair. She loved her hair. So black, so silky, so long. It wasn't the only beautiful thing about her but people seemed to notice it first. It framed her thin delicately featured face perfectly. She rested a hand across her chest and admired the long fingers, the long, crimson nails. It was no wonder that men adored her, competed for her attention. She caught the reflection of her brother in the mirror and frowned. "Somebody has to go meet the plane," she said, "and I'm expecting my date any time now."

Howell finished his beer, put the can down on her dresser and belched.

"You mean that weird dude who works at the bank? I bet he likes you to wear spurs, don't he?"

Abby pinched her mouth tight. "Take your beer can off my dresser, brother dear." She wiped the dampness with a tissue and dropped it in the wastebasket. She didn't think Howell's statement worthy of reply but it had started her thinking. Wouldn't it be fun to really spur a man while he made love to her? She shivered at the ultimate wickedness of it. Perry already let her do shameful things to him and now she was considering spurs! Her nipples went hot with blood and she had an urge to rub three fingers across the crotch of her panties. She resisted successfully. Howell loomed close, smelling of beer and pretzels. His jeans were torn out at one knee and half his shirt was untucked. The black sheep of the McNarey family. At twenty-five he was a leech on their father's fortune. And Dad went on indulging him like the lazy hound Howell was. Her brother leaned closer.

"Come on Abby, tell me what you and Perry do, huh? I won't tell nobody else!"

"Why do you insist on using bad English?" she snapped, getting up. She brushed by him in her bra and panties, opened the closet wide to pick a dress.

"Cause you talk so God-damned nice," he said, leering at her legs as she turned with the dress she'd chosen. For an instant Abby bad a most uncomfortable feeling. Brothers weren't supposed to look at their sisters like that. She put a hand self-consciously to her chest, covered one cup of her bra. The weight of her tit against her palm excited her for no special reason. Except that she was always aware of the size of her breasts. For her thin, almost frail shoulders they seemed huge. They rode high and firm on her body and the nipples were embarrassingly thick and dark. But men seemed to love them. She wasn't quite sure why. When Perry had seen her undress that lint time, he'd almost slipped to his knees in utter worship. She smiled with the memory. Howell made a dirty sound with his mouth and snapped her back to the present.

"Jesus little sister, you are one hell of a piece of ass."

"Oh Howell, why don't you go get another beer and let me dress?" She swung across the room, pretending not to be disturbed by his words. But she could almost feel his eyes crawling up and down her body. She glimpsed her thin waist in the mirror, the graceful swell of her hips. She had legs that could rival any New York model. Howell made another dirty sound.

"That Perry doesn't know his ass from a hole in the…"

"Please Howell, I'm sure you don't like Perry. But he is a gentleman. Something you don't know anything about." She pulled the white dress over her head and shoulders and wiggled into it. "Besides, what do I care if you disapprove? Perry is my friend, after all."

"But you're my sister."

"Oh get out of here, really!" Howell bent his empty beer can and wandered towards the door. She watched his muscular shoulders sway and felt a tiny amount of pity. Not enough to call him back. He closed the door muttering something sullen, Abby didn't catch the exact words. She stood before her mirror and finished preparing herself for her evening's date. Perry was going to drool when he saw her.

"Come on, Perry, it's a perfect night for the little patio." Abby giggled. "It's so private…"

"Your brother certainly seemed upset about something when he met me at the door."

"Just because he has to go pick up Vicky!"

"Your sister's coming back tonight?"

Abby sighed. "Yes, I'm sure she can hardly wait to straddle that cursed motorcycle of hers and go roaring out over the lawn. Someday she's going to crash into the ocean with that damned thing." Perry pulled her against him.

"Abby, you look like a Goddess tonight!"

"You like me?"

"Shhhh… come on."

She led him to the south patio, the one with the high wall around it. There was only one entrance from the house. With the French doors closed no one could disturb them. Of course, Daddy was in his study and didn't really care if Abby took a date to her room. He trusted her implicitly. But it was more exciting in the patio. And the grass felt wonderful under naked flesh.

"I feel funny out here," Perry said, looking around.

"Here, between the trees." Abby plopped down and arranged her dress on the grass. "Nobody could possibly see us." Perry peered around and finally sat down. She reached up to loosen his tie and shirt collar. She let her long nails linger there against his skin as she unbuttoned his shirt down the front. Then as he looked at her like a lost pussy, she pushed her red mouth against one small, male nipple and sucked gingerly.

"Abby… Ohhh God, if you don't let me make love to you."

"You forgot that I already did." She frowned. "And you made a mess of it. Got me all sticky without even…" She dipped her head and returned her teeth to his chest. Perry groaned and writhed under her licking caresses. She was remembering that time in his car. They'd come home early from a dinner date. Perry had pulled into a grove of trees on the estate. He hadn't wanted to, but Abby'd insisted. He'd been breathing so hard. His hands jerked when they'd undressed her. And then his cock had caught the light and she'd seen it jutting from his pants, seen it clearly. She'd been shocked by its size and shape and color. The darkened tip had brushed her white thigh then and Perry had groaned and suddenly the hot jets of his seed had spurted across her belly. Perry's clumsy attempt to mop the mess from her skin had embarrassed her more than anything.

"I'll do it right this time, darling," Perry begged. His eyes were large and moist. He pushed a hand up under her dress. Abby squirmed down onto the grass as his fingers pressed upwards against the lace crotch of her panties. They were the finest silk panties that could be bought. She hoped Perry appreciated them. Her juices surged, wetting the sheer, taut band.

"Now Abby, I want you now!"

"If you don't watch out, you'll make another mess." She could tell he was loosening his pants. "And anyway, it's not the right time. You might make a baby…"

"I've got something…"

"Don't Perry… don't!" She had a grip on his wrist but he was sliding the band of her panties to one side, getting a finger between the swollen lips of her pussy. She could feel the taut black curls divide. Then her back arched and she quivered like an arrow had gone through her. "Uhhhnnnnnn!"

"Abby… let me kiss you." She could feel his mouth slip down her neck, down the swooping neckline of her dress. Then he caught her head between his hands and pressed his lips hard against hers. She struggled. Abby didn't like to let Perry kiss her unless he'd been especially nice or brought a gift or something like that. But he had her firmly, his tongue forcing her teeth apart.

"Nnooo… noo!" His tongue raked the roof of her mouth. She gagged and struggled but the kiss went deeper and she felt herself weaken in his embrace. Then the thought hit her… hit her like a storm. She could almost imagine that tongue of his against her somewhere else. It would feel a thousand times more wonderful if he'd do it there. She managed to slip her mouth to the side.

"If you want me, you have to kiss me first… down there!" She was panting so hard she could hardly get the words out. Perry froze for an instant. She knew he hadn't dated much before he'd met her. He was twenty-one, her age. But he was a hundred times shyer. He even thought she was still a virgin, something she'd not bothered to argue with him about. She could make her cunt so tight that poor Perry would never know the difference anyway. Once when he'd felt her up, she'd been able to keep his finger from entering her body by sheer muscle power alone. Perry had been impressed. She was the most virginal virgin he'd ever known. As far as she could tell he'd gone to bed with only one girl in his life. The redheaded waitress at the truck stop five miles out of town. And that had been on a dare with a half-pine of whiskey to shore him up. Rumors had it that Perry had made a mess of that one too.

"Do it, Perry," she breathed, pushing his head down. "Do it to me like that!" The idea of having a male licking between her white thighs had absolutely devastated her. She had to have it done now! She wouldn't let Perry escape this night without feeling what it was like. She'd heard stories. Now she had to know. But would shy, nervous Perry dare such a thing?

"Abby, I want you so bad!"

"Then do that to me! Ohhh hurry!" She wiggled her body in the grass, throwing her thighs wide. Her dress scooted up around her waist as she forced Perry's head down. She could smell her own musk, the flooding excitement of her body! She writhed and moaned, digging her long fingers deeper in his hair now as she tried to pull his lips against the drenched silk of her panty crotch.

"God, I've never done anything like… Abby, oooh God, you smell so nice!"

"Do it," she rasped, tilting her hips up sharply, her right sandal flopping off. With a grunt of excitement Perry began to lick the white silk band that clung to her outer lips. Abby widened her legs more, letting the inner petals of her cunt bloom outwards against the spit-soaked silk. Perry felt the raw flesh through the panty crotch. She knew he could feel it! And in his excitement, he was gouging the silk aside with a shaking finger.

"Abby! Oh God, I love you Abby!" His tongue divided the heavy lips of her pussy and she choked a cry of pleasure, both sandals kicked off now, her heels digging wildly at the lawn. She rocked her hips, opening her blossoming folds to be licked. She couldn't even yell out her enjoyment it was so intense. Instead she just gurgled quietly, plunging and rubbing her dripping pussy against her shy lover's tongue and teeth and chin. He was obviously new at the game. But Abby had never been eaten out before, so it didn't matter. She could feel him trying to hit the right places and even when he missed the sensations were electrifyingly good.

"There… right there… harder. Ohhh damn, damn do it harder. Noooo, you missed it… that little bump! Yesssss!"

Perry growled a little and hooked his fingers under her dancing ass. Then he wallowed his face deeper in the stretched, feverish velvet of her slit. Now he was bluing her clit good! She grunted like a hungry panther, dug her nails into the nape of his neck.

"Ohhhh shit! Ohhhh eat it! Bite it!" She humped violently against him, not caring whether she hurt him or not. "Uh nnnnn!" Abby put her sharp heels against the small of Perry's back. Now she was thinking of those spurs again. Like her brother had teased her about. What if she did have some on! She could really make Perry go after her, couldn't she? As if she were actually wearing a pair, she dug hard into his muscles. He squirmed with pain but kept his mouth tight against her pussy. She could hear the slick sucking sound of his lips as they curved and pulled at her tender membranes.

"Abby," he gasped, trying to pull himself up onto her body, "let me fuck you now."

"Noooo!"

"God Abby, I'd do anything if you'd let me!"

"No, I don't want to fuck. I want you to keep doing that!"

"Please Abby, I…"

"Eat my pussy, Perry! Ohhhh God, keep doing it!"

When she felt him press his lips against her again, she sighed with relief. He had her clit now. He'd finally learned that it was a special spot on her body. She rewarded him with a hug of her thighs. Her toes spread and tingled. She felt like her skin was glowing red hot. The slurpy sounds between her thighs grew louder as Perry captured her clit between his lip and tongue and worked it over good.

"Oh… Yaaahhh! I'm gonna come, darling! Ohhhhhh!"

Her thin arms flailed the ground and she beat against Perry's back. She was so excited she was seeing stars. And she couldn't get enough air, couldn't scratch that lovely tickle enough. The explosion ripped through her and she could no longer stifle her passion. She gave a long, shuddering cry and fell limp on the grass.

Perry was up, jerking at his pants and looking around like the marines had landed. Abby could see him spinning in panic. Of course her father must have heard her scream. Everyone must have heard it, even Jim the chauffeur who lived down by the garages. She pushed herself weakly onto an elbow but slumped back. Perry bent over her, pulling both arms.

"For God's sake, Abby get up. Somebody'll be coming."

"You might zip your fly," she managed, staggering to her feet and leaning heavily against the nearest tree. Her sandals were somewhere in the long grass. She felt around with her feet, holding onto the free for support. Someone was tapping on the French doors that opened onto the patio from the house. Perry went over and swung them apart.

"Hello Mr. McNarey, awful good to see you, sir." Perry was breathless, trying to comb his hair. But he was using the back of the comb instead of the teeth. Abby looked at Perry, then at her father, and began to laugh. Carl McNarey frowned and pushed a hand through his thick hair. For a man of fifty he looked like dynamite and he knew it. Abby was always amused at his vanity.

"Abby, what was all that…"