Maureen Quincy

Forbidden Sex Games

CHAPTER ONE

She crept like a silent ghost along the darkened hall, long blonde hair streaming out from her narrow, slender shoulders. From somewhere in the house, a clock softly chimed twice and its echoing, pinging voice-disturbing the utter stillness-made the young girl halt fearfully. Her body tensed ready for flight and her heart palpitated painfully against her ribs for a few moments, and then, drawing her nightgown more tightly around her body, she continued to cross the first floor landing.

She paused again outside the door of her father's bedroom, listening intently for any sound or movement from within, before hurrying once more towards the end of the hall and her secret objective. Her small feet, bare and soundless, quickened their pace as she climbed the thickly carpeted stairs to Richard's attic bedroom at the top of the house; and her breath came in short, urgent pants-gasps of excitement and suspense making her respiration harsh and irregular. Softly, she turned the handle and slipped into the room. She closed the door again so carefully that its catch scarcely clicked at all, then walked quietly to the bed-seeing her way by the silver shafts of moonlight which shone through the partly-closed curtains. Very gently, the girl put out her hand and drew back the covers. In one final, thankful movement, she got into the bed and snuggled against the warm, still-sleeping body of her step-brother…

Tremulously, Lisa put her arm around his waist. Richard was lying on his side, his back towards her, and he stirred uneasily as his step-sister's hand stole between the loose folds of his pyjama jacket and her fingers pressed cautiously into the flesh just above the boy's navel. She tried to stop her hand from trembling, but her whole body was now shivering-making her thoughts whirl through her brain and giving her the dizzy, light-headed sensation that she was floating in space: suspended on the bed with Richard in a timeless ocean, a black infinity of blissful contentment.

Lisa, although she was only a few months older than her half-brother, had been the instigator of their private “games”. It was she who felt irresistibly drawn to the boy's body, she who had commenced their hot, satisfying night-frolics together. A strange, overpowering magnet attracted her to Richard's bedroom-and it was a force which she couldn't disobey. When she touched him, when her hand made contact with his firm flesh in the warmth and darkness under the sheets, she experienced an almost unbearable pleasure that both excited and terrified the girl. And such a powerful emotion couldn't be denied: not, especially, when its recipient was a hot-blooded, sensual thirteen-year-old…

Lisa knew that her intimate physical relationship with Richard was forbidden. She realised, without ever having received an explicit warning, that to lie in the same bed with her step-brother-to cuddle him and explore his body with her lips and fingers-was wrong and sinful. And, instinctively, she took every precaution to keep their beautiful secret well-guarded from their father and from Miss Wynter, the Governess who had taken care of them since they were both ten years old.

Sleepily, Richard turned in the bed and slowly opened his eyes. He sighed, responding to the pressure of Lisa's arm-which had now slipped around his waist-by moving more closely to the girl.

“I didn't except you tonight", he whispered, his lips almost brushing his step-sister's, his hand-automatically and without shame-passing from his own leg, where it had been resting in a curled position against his thigh, onto Lisa's hip. “You didn't give me the special signal, did you?”

“Sshh!” Lisa put her forefinger quickly over his mouth. “Don't talk! I told you before-it spoils everything!”

She snuggled forward until their bodies were tightly together, closing her eyes and quickly working her hand under Richard's pyjama jacket so that she could touch the bare flesh of his back. Her finger fell away from his lips, and this hand began to caress the boy's face: moving lightly across his nose, his eyes and his cheeks as if she were blind and could only discern his features by touch. Richard grew hot and breathless. His mouth was dry and he ran his tongue over his lips to moisten them, as Lisa's finger caressed the soft, sensitive skin which had not yet begun to grow whiskers. Gently but insistently, she pushed at his shoulder and urged him to lie on his back. The narrow single bed creaked as Richard shifted his weight-and the boy and girl froze for an instant: the slight sound greatly amplified to their nervous ears. Then, as the complete silence of the house continued, Lisa slid her hand onto Richard's chest and unbuttoned his jacket. He quivered as she stroked the bared flesh, her fingers exploring with a curious quality of expectation-as if she had never before touched him…

The tiny bumps of his nipples were brought to erection by his step-sister's fondling; and then she passed her hand further down the front of his body, reaching the obstruction of his pyjama cord and tugging at it until the knot came loose. The white cord fell away from Richard's belly, leaving his stomach partially bare-only the long vent of his pyjama-opening keeping the boy's abdomen and genitals concealed. Lisa put her face against his shoulder. She pressed her mouth into the warm crook of his neck, her lips parting and planting hot, inexpert kisses on the skin which made Richard stir uneasily beside her; his head squirming from side to side under the tickling but pleasant sensations she was giving to him.

The front of Lisa's body was now thrust tightly against her half-brother's. She pressed her tiny, just budding breasts to the side of his body, pushing forward with her tummy to make it flatten against his hip; and her thighs' opened, sandwiching the boy's nearest leg between their warm softness and feeling his hard young muscle throbbing slightly, making her loins grow hot and strangely itchy.

Moving her hand now as if she was gliding through a beautiful, slow-motion dream, Lisa placed her palm on Richard's nude belly. The flesh contracted and the muscles tightened, his body stiffening as if it dreaded the imminent caress but could do nothing to repel it. Lisa made a choked, muffled cry against Richard's neck, her breath sobbing hotly as she slid her fingers over the fair down of his crotch and closed them around the boy's half-erect penis.

The young prick was still maturing, its flesh only just beginning to widen and lengthen to full-size; yet it could attain, and could thicken to a considerable width if it was handled properly. She tightened her fingers around the middle of the shaft and began to squeeze it in a slow, painstaking rhythm: clenching and unclenching her hand until Richard's cock swelled proudly and pulsed in a strong, urgently beating erection. Now that it was jerking so vigorously, Lisa relaxed her frigging and started to explore the shaft with the tips of her fingers. She began at the top, feeling with a sense of awe and wonder the easily adjustable foreskin that could slide over the pointed crown and stretch down almost, it seemed, to the hilt of her step-brother's exciting dickie…

Lisa could never grow tired of handling his sex. She had realised many months ago that there were so many different things she could do to it: the cock would obey every urging of her fingers, bending this way and that-springing freely back into an upright position each time she twisted the length so that it rubbed briefly against Richard's thigh-all the time throbbing in that wonderful, powerful rhythm that sent tingles of pleasure along her hand and through her body. It was so different from her own, useless little slit, Lisa thought ruefully. Although it was nice to fondle, her sex didn't have the same attraction for the girl; it seemed so limited, so incapable of being examined as thoroughly as a boy's long, thick member. So far, Lisa hadn't discovered the breathtaking possibilities which her clitoris offered to her…

But she knew that Richard loved to feel her sticky hole, and she could feel that his excitement was reaching an urgent peak; his hips thrusting up and down, his breath short and almost asthmatic in its deep, urgent panting. Generously, Lisa eased her body away from his and knelt up on the bed with her hand stretched out so that she could continue to pet and stroke his prick. Then, her body caught by the pale rays of moonlight, she guided Richard's fingers to the front of her nightgown and waited while he feverishly unfastened the long row of buttons.

When the pink cotton nightie was loose enough, Lisa shrugged her shoulders quickly and made the garment slide down in a swift rustling to her knees. She took her step-brother's hand again, this time holding his wrist and steering his fingers teasingly between the small, barely prominent swells of her young breasts. He made no attempt to fondle her teats until Lisa herself, feeling a sharp stirring of desire in her nipples, rubbed his hand urgently over them and pinched his forefinger and thumb securely around the base of one throbbing, pearl-hard titty.

A glorious but only dimly understood emotion flooded through the girl as Richard squeezed her teat more and more tightly. She found it impossible to keep her eyes open, a heaviness stealing over the lids and a terrible, overwhelming lust making her body tremble with hot and cold shivers. Lisa abruptly jerked Richard's hand down to her loins. She felt the stiff fingers bringing an instant relief to the itching there-and urged her thighs more widely apart so that they could press upwards and scratch freely against the wet, plump lips which curved so pleadingly beneath her crotch.

Lisa released her breath with a shuddering moan of pleasure. Two of Richard's fingers had begun to sink inwards: riding, digging thrusting into the juicy slit that ached so urgently-forcing the little flaps aside and penetrating the red hole in a rough manner which brought tears to the girl's eyes as she felt his nails scratching too sharply against her tender inner flesh.

But it didn't matter! The pain meant nothing to her while she was in this state of excitement! Lisa clenched her teeth and pushed her hips forward, pressing her loins down at the same time so that Richard's fingers could slide deeply into her hungry, unfucked vagina. She knew that she had to control her excitement for fear that her cries would rouse either her father or Miss Wynter from sleep, but Lisa couldn't hold back the heartfelt moans of pleasure which bubbled to her lips as Richard dipped his two fingers in and out of her cunt. They seemed to inspire her step-brother to an even more vigorous assault on her pussy, for he began to frig more passionately than ever-whipping his hand up and down, while his thumb (crooked outside the slit and pressing into Lisa's practically hairless pubis) dug firmly into her warm, moist cunt-mound and worked backwards and forwards across the hard little bone.

But when the itching in her sex had subsided, Lisa no longer felt quite so abandoned. Despite their long hours of intimacy, the young couple had never discovered the more exquisite pleasures they could exchange by advanced stimulation of each other's genitals. Their petting was severely limited, with Richard the most fortunate partner… for Lisa, by some strange quirk in her otherwise sophisticated nature, hadn't realised that she, too, could enjoy the ultimate bliss which she about to provide for her step-brother…

Forcing her eyes open, the girl fell forward until she was crouched over Richard's naked belly with her face close to his penis. The sudden movement dislodged his hand from her loins, but neither of them cared about this abrupt end to his frigging; Richard sliding his hand free of Lisa's body and pushing the lower half of his body up from the bed as she pounced like a famished cat, lips open wide, on the red shaft of his cock.

The small but violently agitated crown slipped into her mouth, sucked tightly inwards by his step-sister's greedy tongue-which protruded from her lips as she darted it from side to side of the quivering rod. Richard lay back with his head twisting to and fro on the rumpled pillow. He felt the sensitive meat of his sex being squeezed as if it was compressed between a wet, clinging vice: the pressure around his knob increasing as Lisa worked her mouth up and down its throbbing length and gnawed on the stiff gristle with her sucking lips.

A fierce pain raged in his loins now, an awful premonition of overwhelming disaster gripping his mind as the savage movement of his hips increased and Richard rammed his adolescent tool harder and harder between Lisa's teeth. It was going to burst! He knew that his penis would explode at any moment… Panic seized him, but he couldn't stop thrusting and thrusting-feeling the hot moisture dripping from the girl's mouth and the panting rhythm of her breath on his prick-while her head bobbed urgently up and down.

“Aaahh!” He screwed his hands into the loosened under sheets, trying to stifle the agonised cry which gave vent to his feelings. Something was happening-that special, incredible something that heralded release and ecstasy…

Richard suddenly held still, his lean buttocks clenched and raised off the bed, suffering the tension which racked his body and waiting out those precious, glorious moments while the tickling in his cock reached its crescendo, then found relief in a pissing that was too thick for urine-too thrilling to be a wet dream…

As the hot fluid hit the roof of her mouth, Lisa moaned and gasped alternately: swallowing the sticky nectar between sighs of intense pleasure, holding the rigid stick tightly in her lips while it ejaculated and marvelling again at its power to eject such a wonderful stream of sweet-tasting liquid. If only her stupid little sex could do the same! Lisa quickly forgot her disappointment and concentrated on wringing the last drop of thick dew from Richard's penis. Her mouth fondled the pulsing weapon, urging it to splash just one final trickle onto her tongue, and she continued to hold it possessively between her lips until the staff began to lose its wonderful power and diminished to a limp, but still exciting plaything.

Murmuring inarticulate words of praise to the exhausted boy, she finally eased her mouth away from his tool and kissed it a temporary farewell. “Until tomorrow, my darling!” Lisa whispered, not to Richard directly, but to his sex. “You're mine, aren't you? You belong to Lisa-and I'll come to see you very soon, my precious dickie! But now you must keep snug and warm…” She tenderly tucked the wet penis into Richard's pyjama trousers and pulled them up around her step-brother's hips. “I don't want you to catch cold, so I must look after you properly, mustn't I?”

Crooning as if she were talking to one of her dolls, Lisa slowly and: reluctantly climbed from the bed and buttoned her nightdress up: her eyes fixed upon the slight bulge at Richard's crotch, her lips moving almost soundlessly. Then, kissing him quickly on the lips, she stole from the room; moving cautiously back down the stairs, along the corridor and gaining the safety of her own bedroom without incident.

Although it was now nearly three o'clock in the morning, Lisa remained awake for some time-smiling serenely at the blue pattern on the ceiling and savoring the strong after-taste of creamy spunk which still clung to the inside of her mouth…

CHAPTER TWO

John Cunningham had suffered two terrible losses in the space of a few years. With meaningless cruelty, fate had deprived him of the two women he loved almost at a single stroke; leaving him with neither wife nor mistress, his only surviving mementos being the child they had each borne to him. The first tragedy had occurred thirteen years ago. Phyllis, his frail and sensitive wife, had died giving birth to Lisa-which at least enabled Cunningham to marry Judith, the girl who was carrying his second child, and thus prevent his only son from being born a bastard. But his mixed feelings about die death of his first wife-seeing the tragedy as perhaps a blessing in disguise-seemed to outrage Providence or whatever forces rule our lives. For, within three years, Judith was also snatched from him: killed instantaneously in a car accident on the very eve of their wedding anniversary.

Cunningham hadn't been a particularly religious man. But he couldn't shake off the suspicion that his previous life of immorality had aroused the wrath of a vengeful God. The twin disasters which had been visited on him, he began to see as a divine punishment; and from that moment on, he changed character completely. The hard-drinking, wenching John Cunningham became a churchgoer-a strict disciplinarian with his children, a model of respectability. He gained the reputation-both at business and in his private life-of being an anti-feminist: actively hating or treating with contempt every woman, young or old, who was unlucky enough to cross his path…

He raised his children as if they were living in the middle of the 19th, instead of the 20th, century. Lisa arid Richard were subjected to the kind of restrictions that were out-moded and stunting to their development; and when they complained to their father that none of their school friends had to behave with such decorum, that they were allowed to watch television, play in the park without constant supervision and so on, Cunningham immediately removed them from the private school and such pernicious influences. Since the age of ten and continuing (Cunningham intended) until they were ready for University, Lisa and Richard had been taught at home by a Governess. Kathleen Wynter was her name, a tall and authoritative young girl whose Irish descent had endowed her with a fiery temper and flashing brown eyes. Cunningham treated her curtly, avoiding her presence whenever possible. He had searched in vain to find a male tutor suitable to educate and care for his children; and when this proved impossible, he had decided against employing a matronly woman for the post. A mature, experienced Governess might easily usurp his own authority over Lisa and Richard, he reasoned-whereas Miss Wynter who was just 25 years of age when she first came to live with them, was young enough to be quelled by Cunningham's stronger personality. She was surprisingly competent, too: although this was only her second position, Miss Wynter had formed an instant attachment to the two sensitive and docile children, and her instruction was received by them with attention-enabling them to progress, educationally at least, as quickly as if they had been attending an ordinary school.

So far as Kathleen Wynter was concerned, it was only the strong, protective feelings which she had for Lisa and Richard which kept her in the same employment for so many years. True, Cunningham was a prosperous businessman with a dozen lucrative finance companies under his directorship and he paid her a good salary. But there was an unpleasant atmosphere in the large house whenever he was present… an indefinable but depressing gloom that was communicated to the children as well as to Kathleen herself. It was a modern, five-bedroomed, detached property at Purley, Surrey; a semi-rural district in the “Green Belt” country some 15 miles from London, known as “the stockbroker-commuter area” in the popular press. Although the town was only a short distance from the house, Kathleen felt inexpressibly cut off from the mainstream of life: almost a prisoner in the pleasant, beautifully furnished home which Phyllis-and then Judith-had briefly prepared for Cunningham and the children; attending to the layout of the gardens, the disposition of the rooms and other details before they died so tragically young…

She was, of course, free to take vacations; to enjoy her weekends and holidays as she pleased. But Kathleen, during the long period of her employment, had rarely taken advantage of these opportunities. She hated the thought of leaving Lisa and Richard alone in the house with their father. It was clear to the girl that he was still-nearly 15 years' later-harbouring deep-seated guilt concerning the death of his two wives; and this obsessive neurosis had taken the form of safeguarding his children from the kind of loose morals which he had once indulged in-and which, irrationally, he felt had contributed to the tragedy of their mothers' early demise…

It was now 1961. But despite the gradual easing of restrictions-the opening-up of the era of permissiveness-John Cunningham persisted in treating all matters pertaining to sex with strict intolerance. He refused to permit Kathleen to give Lisa and Richard any form of sex-education, glowering at the Governess with the indignant self-righteousness of a Victorian patriarch.

“Never make that kind of suggestion again!” Cunningham had roared, his dark eyes alive with anger. “I'll decide when my children are to be told the facts of life! And they're certainly not ready to fill their heads with perverted nonsense at the moment!”

“They are thirteen years old", Kathleen remonstrated. “Surely — .”

She had been silenced by Cunningham abruptly turning his back and striding away, slamming the door behind him. But Kathleen was fortunately too spirited to accept her employer's decision on such an important question. Almost immediately, she took the children aside and gave them their first, elementary lessons in human biology: explaining carefully to Lisa and Richard that they should refrain from mentioning the subject to their father…

In other, equally subversive and surreptitious ways, Kathleen opposed Cunningham's intentions regarding the first days of her engagement that he wanted them both to develop into the kind of extrovert, outdoor types who enjoyed “the healthy, outdoor life”; who despised, as he did, those “weak, so-called sensitive layabouts with their poetry, their artistic pretensions and their free-thinking philosophy-which was merely an excuse to indulge in filthy, perverted habits”. His children, Cunningham had vowed, would be protected from such influences as these…

Unfortunately, he had underestimated the passion for giving Lisa and Richard a thorough education which burned in the Governess's breast. Kathleen, in a hundred subtle ways, undermined their father's bias-cleverly developing the gentle side of their natures (which they had inherited from their mothers) and encouraging them to read secretly the volumes of “forbidden matter”-verse, psychology, modern fiction-which she smuggled into the house.

At this period in time, John Cunningham's thriving companies demanded a great deal of his energy and attention. He was obliged to spend a considerable number of hours away from his home, entrusting Lisa and Richard more and more frequently to the sole care of their Governess. Kathleen Wynter had been acting in this capacity now for almost three years-and Cunningham was reasonably satisfied that the girl had continued to carry out his instructions regarding the education of his children to the letter. For her part, the Governess had never given him cause to suspect that Lisa and Richard were developing in diametrically different directions from those Cunningham had intended…

But it wasn't until they had both reached their fourteenth birthday (Lisa a few months earlier than her stepbrother) that Kathleen unwittingly discovered their shocking secret…

The revelation-and the turning point in all their lives-came during one of John Cunningham's weekend business conferences. He had been forced, through pressure of work, to make an overnight stay in London on alternate Saturdays and Sundays, and on one of these occasions Lisa and Richard planned to make a daring extension of their “night games”. For the first time, with a sense of embarking on a great adventure, they decided to explore each other's bodies and play “sexy feelings” (their private phrase for the heavy petting in which they indulged) in broad daylight!

Previously, their forbidden love-making had taken place only in darkness; the intimate moments cloaked under cover of bed-clothes and dim moonlight. It was Lisa who had suggested that it would be “so exciting” to lie naked together on the lounge sofa, with the sun streaming through the windows, their kissing and fondling made especially thrilling by the danger of discovery which was inherent in the situation. Not that there would be any real danger, Lisa hastily reassured her step-brother. Their father, of course, would be miles away: and Miss Wynter would be taking her regular afternoon nap-“forty winks” which invariably lasted for two hours or more. No, they wouldn't really be interrupted; it was just the apparent peril which would give their game its added excitement…

Despite his misgivings, Richard allowed himself to be persuaded. And now, to all intents and purposes alone in the huge house, they were slowly disrobing in the sun-filled lounge-Lisa skillfully and without difficulty unbuttoning Richard's trousers and shirt, pausing when she had removed one item of his clothing and standing still while he fumbled at the more delicate fastenings of her dress and brassiere. To encourage the growth of her breasts, Lisa had given them a firm, regular massage each night; and although they were still small when compared to the fine, bosomy tits of, say, Miss Wynter, she knew that-for a girl of her age-the development of her breasts was quite considerable. It was with pride that she felt Richard's nervous fingers sliding the plain white straps over her shoulders and letting the bra-cups drop away from her titties. His breath was hot on her neck, and Lisa knew that he was gazing down over her right shoulder at the pronounced swellings: their whiteness providing a sexy contrast with the hard red tips of her nipples. They were both down to their pants now-and Lisa wished fiercely that her briefs had been more glamorous, that she wasn't forced by her father to wear schoolgirl cotton knickers instead of the tiny black bikini panties which would cling to her in a tight, silky caress. Shamefully, she pulled her unattractive briefs down her thighs and kicked them away, hoping that Richard wouldn't notice how ridiculous and unalluring they were.

Lisa needn't have worried. Her step-brother's eyes were busily studying her now-naked body, examining in the bright sunlight which poured through the picture windows the nude charms which, previously, he had only glimpsed in shadow. Steeling herself against an attack of nerves, Lisa made herself turn slowly around to face the boy. She posed for him, her eyes half-closed, standing with her hands resting lightly on her bare, very slim hips and waited while he drank to the fill of her completely nude figure.

Hair was beginning to sprout quite profusely around her small mons veneris; but it was of such a fine blonde texture that the sex itself-the invitingly damp lips and the plump ridge which surrounded them-was clearly visible through the silky bush. Lisa felt languorous and very attractive. She stretched her arms slowly above her head, enjoying the hot sensation of the sun on her back as she arched her spine and thrust the front of her body towards Richard. The familiar warmth deep inside her loins made the slit feel itchy, a tickling at the place which required urgent fondling to calm it down. Lisa sucked her lower lip and forced herself not to scratch the quivering flesh of her sex, discreetly pressing her thighs together in order to slightly quell the pulsing itchiness between them.

Richard's eyes dropped to Lisa's crotch. He swallowed, seeing the faint but unmistakable motion of his stepsister's legs-rubbing against each other, making the puffy flesh around her sex thicker and protrude in an even more prominent fashion. And then she was lowering herself onto the sofa, setting her head on the soft, brightly coloured cushions and lying full-length with her thighs innocently parted. She made a pillow of her palms, cupping her heads behind her head so that her arms were raised and her small breasts stretched and flattened slightly. The nipples, however, were now thick and taut; rising out of the immature bosoms with strong, stiff lust-their deeply crimson texture enlarged and fully awakened.

Richard knelt on the floor beside the girl. He put out his trembling hands and laid them on Lisa's belly, then began to stroke into the warm white flesh-one hand passing over the slim, palpitating midriff towards her breasts, the other sliding slowly and excitedly to her sex. At exactly the same moment, they reached their targets: Richard's right hand cupped the hard mound of Lisa's pubis, while his left hand alighted on the soft swelling of her nearest titty. He started to massage both places, rubbing his fingers into the lovely, thrilling secrets and feeling his prick responding to the stimulation by growing painfully erect and thrusting urgently against the restraint of his underpants.

It was becoming increasingly difficult to keep his eyes open. More than anything, Richard wanted to shut out the almost unbearably erotic sight of his step-sister's body and simply fling himself on top of her-grinding his cock on her soft flesh and letting the hot spunk splash thickly onto her stomach. This was the closest they had yet come to fucking: so far, neither Richard nor Lisa had dared to attempt actual penetration…

But he fought back this urge to reach a speedy climax, and continued to fondle at her breast and her pussy. His fingers were concentrating on the rosy thickness of Lisa's nipple-while his other hand had begun to explore the wet heat of her sex, his face bent close to her crotch while his fingers stroked the messy slit between her open thighs.

Her breath was now coming as sharply and unevenly as his own, their panting mounting as Richard's fingers entered Lisa's quim and he caressed along the moist, fleshy-walls before finding the deep entrance to her vagina with his forefinger and urgently thrusting upwards into the tight recess. A momentary pain went through the girl's pussy, tears filling her eyes at the sudden intrusion, and then she relaxed-keeping her thighs well open-while Richard frigged gently in and out, his steady motion bringing her relief and the most exquisite pleasure she could imagine.

Soon, the craving to hold his prick in her hand and feel its slender power throbbing against her fingers took possession of Lisa. She reached out for his arm and drew him up onto the sofa-moving so that he could kneel astride her hips and continue to fondle her quim while she played with his stiff sex. It was still tucked away inside his pants, bulging strenuously through the white cotton, its shape clearly defined. Lisa stretched herself upwards, leaning towards him and bringing her head and shoulders off the cushions. She was careful not to dislodge Richard's hand from its position on her loins-his fingers now dipping into her pussy from a downward angle, working vigorously at the slit and giving it a powerful, stimulating frigging-and when she pulled his pants down over the stiff young cock, Lisa could still feel the bite of his digits in her cunt.

Directly the pants were drawn over Richard's crotch, tugged midway down the boy's thighs, she clenched her fist around the bared knob. It sprang violently out of the briefs, the prepuce raw and inflamed-looking; the thick vein which ran along its sensitive underside pulsing thickly with the blood of his excitement. Lisa sank back again, holding tightly to her prize, thrusting up with her hips to encourage Richard's fingers. She started to squeeze the prick in a vigorous rhythm-making it jump under the pressure of her fingers and swell like a ripe fruit that was ready to yield up its seed. Already, squirming and writhing with a complete lack of inhibition, the girl had lubricated her cunt to a sticky wetness, the slit running over with thin hot honey and burning her step-brother's fingers as he rode them again and again into the hole…

The daylight seemed to add a new dimension to their sex-game, taking it out of the realms of furtiveness and endowing both Lisa and Richard with an exhilarating sense of freedom. Their eyes met. For the first time during one of their intimate moments, they stared directly into each other's eyes-holding their gaze steadfast for a few minutes while Lisa tenderly rubbed up and down her step-brother's cock and Richard wriggled his fingers about in the frothy slit of the girl's pussy.

Silently, Lisa's eyes pleaded with him. They opened widely in an expression of intense, unashamed begging: and words weren't needed to make Richard understand what she wanted…

A shuddering went through him, compounded of fear and excitement. As Lisa continued to stare hotly up into his eyes, he felt her quim contract and then spurt out a long stream of love-juice-the liquid pouring over his hand, her juicy sex rubbing urgently up and down against his fingers. And still Lisa kept her eyes open! She fondled the velvet skin of his prickhead, coaxing it and stroking her thumb again and again across the circular ridge below the crest; driving him half-insane with excitement…

Almost fainting under the emotion which swept through him, Richard sank at full-length on Lisa's body. He felt her thighs open to their widest extent and then her legs bent at the knees-her tiny feet sliding onto the cheeks of his arse and bearing down on them: bringing his achingly stiff prick into hard contact with her belly. For a moment, Richard thought that he had misinterpreted Lisa's desire. Perhaps, after all, she merely wanted him to cream out his sperm on her tummy-as they had done so many times before? He started, tentatively, to ride backwards and forwards-rubbing the length of his tool into her belly and feeling the dizzying waves of excitement as the soft flesh rippled beneath his rod.

Then, with an urgency that frightened him, the girl squirmed her body upwards a few inches and drove her hand between their thighs. Swiftly, Lisa caught his knob again. She held it around the hilt, pressing its crest to the thoroughly wet slot of her cunt and pushed it slowly around inside the outer lips until Richard could feel the yielding hole itself; widening and stretching as Lisa began to impale herself on his stiff, twitching wand.

Directly the first few inches had been grasped by her sticky funnel, Lisa released his weapon and wrapped both her arms around her step-brother's neck-hugging him so tightly that Richard could scarcely breathe. Her body-strained up against his, and suddenly her mouth was crushing moistly on his lips-forcing them open, her tongue driving passionately between his teeth and licking all over the inside of his mouth.

Richard was sinking into an uncontrollable state of fury, his young lust aroused to an unprecedented degree by Lisa's passion. Tensing the muscles of his thighs and hips, he thrust forward: urging his cock deeper into the girl's cunt, feeling the hardness of her pubic mound pressing into his abdomen as he brutally forced their crotches together and, inch by inch, fucked his prick further into his half-sister's quim!

There was a sudden constriction, though, when his tool had penetrated midway into the cunt. Richard drove against it, bearing forward with his loins and trying to force his knob to slide the rest of the way into Lisa's hot, sucking slit. But she cried out in sharp pain, wrenching her lips away from his mouth and sinking her teeth into his shoulder-

“No, oh, no! I can't take it!” Lisa sobbed. “Oh, darling, I'm sorry-I'm sorry! But it hurts too much!”

Anger and frustration seized the boy. He was torn between his feelings for Lisa-his emotional, brotherly attachment to her-and the violent lust which she herself had aroused in him. He tried, more gently this time, to drive his prick past the obstinate constriction of her hymen: but with every movement he made, Lisa shook her head urgently from side to side, crying and moaning in pain and despair.

Bitterly, Richard withdrew his cock. He felt a wrench of acute disappointment-as if he were a baby that had been torn from its mother's nipple unsatisfied-and it was only when he began to ride his aching, throbbing tool up and down on the girl's stomach that this intensely unpleasant sensation left him. He could still hear the choked sobs, the heartrending weeping which Lisa was making as she buried her face against his shoulder, but overriding this was the desperate need to reach his climax. Ignoring her feelings, Richard clasped her body against him-sliding both his hands around Lisa's back-and jerked the stiffness of his cock into her sleek, resilient under-belly.

It was a brief, unsatisfying orgasm. Richard spent with animal lust-and without real pleasure-onto Lisa's stomach: shooting his spunk in quick, lumpy spurts that left him physically repleted but emotionally frustrated. Miserably, he sprawled on top of the girl; afraid to meet her eyes now, conscious that their beautiful afternoon of daylight “feelings” had been ruined by over-eagerness and impatience…

It was quite possible that this traumatic experience might have ended their intimate relationship for ever, since-in the long, embarrassing minutes following Richard's ejaculation-the couple vowed separately that they could never again touch one another without being painfully reminded of this unsatisfactory experiment. But fate had decided to intervene at this point… in the person of their Governess, Kathleen Wynter!

She came downstairs earlier than usual, awakened by Lisa's loud sobbing and cries of pain. Pausing only to slip a housecoat over her otherwise naked body (Kathleen always took her afternoon nap unclothed; being thrifty and not wishing to don a nightdress for a few hours each day) she hurried down to the lounge, certain that Lisa had suffered some kind of accident…

Her reaction upon flinging open the door and seeing the step-brother and sister naked in each other's arms was, initially, stunned disbelief. Kathleen froze midway across the room, one hand clutching the housecoat to her body, the other going to her mouth as if to stifle the shout of outrage which was springing to her lips. No, she told herself quickly. That isn't the way to handle the situation-don't let them see that you're horrified… disgust and anger would be the worst possible attitude: you could even drive them to suicide if you don't adopt a rational, reasonable response…

Rapidly, her mind calculated the background to this revelation that Lisa and Richard were lovers. Kathleen's liberal character was put to its severest test as she tried to stifle the revulsion which threatened to drown out her feelings of pity and understanding for their incestuous behaviour. But she succeeded in calming her instincts by concentrating her thoughts, not upon her own emotions but upon the children's-telling herself that it was their lack of a normal upbringing and their deprivations which had thrust them into each other's arms. Lacking close friends and a mother, Lisa and Richard had turned to one another for solace; and their physical awakening had, naturally enough in the circumstances, brought them to this sexual alliance…

When she felt that she had complete control over her voice, Kathleen drew nearer to the still-entwined young lovers. She saw with surprise that they were apparently unruffled by her sudden intrusion: moving out of each other's arms as she approached the sofa where they were lying, but making no attempt to hide either their nakedness or their intimacy. The truth was that neither Lisa nor Richard cared any more about discovery or punishment. They were both in a state of total misery-the kind of numb, insulating despair which only comes to particularly sensitive and introverted adolescents: a dark, all-embracing angst that saw no hope, no future, no possible way out from the dark wood of their depression…

Compassion outweighed every other consideration as Kathleen Wynter surveyed the unhappy boy and girl. She bent over them, intending to offer soft words of understanding-a sympathetic hand placed on their shoulders-but she hadn't allowed for the fact that this gesture would result in her housecoat gaping widely open: exposing the front of her body from neck to toes!

Too late, Kathleen tried to draw the pink and unbuttoned garment back in place. With an odd excitement, she realised that both Lisa and Richard had been gazing for the space of several seconds at her naked breasts and belly; and now she could see that there was a wicked, meaningful glint in the young girl's eyes…

Lisa suddenly grabbed at Kathleen's housecoat. She pulled it open again, snatching the nearest flap and jerking it out of the Governess's hand!

“Help me, darling!” she shouted to Richard. “It doesn't matter what we do now-she's going to tell Father and we'll be punished terribly! Quickly-we can do anything we like to her if we're strong enough!”

Before Kathleen could regain her balance, Richard had joined his step-sister in grappling with her. Together, the teenagers pulled the woman forward until Kathleen was sprawling between them on the big sofa: her housecoat falling off her shoulders, her large breasts bouncing freely under the violence of her movements.

“Don't!” she gasped. “Don't be so stupid! I don't intend to-. Ouch!!”

Lisa had closed her small but tight-fingered fist around one of Kathleen's titties-clenching the big globe and squeezing the breath from the woman's lungs. She began to struggle in earnest, fighting to free herself from the vigorous surprisingly strong hands which clutched at her… conscious that, above all, she must contrive to hide her nakedness from their impressionable-and obviously excited! — young eyes…

With the instinctive cruelty of those who feel they are doomed, Lisa and Richard twisted their Governess's arms behind her back. Applying vicious pressure, they forced her into unwilling submission: turning her face ashen with pain as their hands wrenched savagely and came within a hairs-breadth of breaking her slender, fine-boned wrists.

Fearfully, wincing as the sharp electric tingles flashed along her arms, Kathleen stared up into the triumphant faces of her young charges. Lisa kneeling to her right and Richard astride her left thigh-his diminished, but still wet prick dangling so that its crown touched her flesh-they held her immobile: their faces flushed and excited, no longer innocent children but dangerous adolescents…

The vivid thrill of holding the Governess's naked breast in her hand had reawakened Lisa's desire. She hadn't intended to go so far-the whole situation had suddenly and inexplicably got out of control-but the gnawing frustration which the girl had felt at being unable to receive Richard's prick in her virgin sex was firing her to extremes… Lisa couldn't stop herself now. She used her authority over Richard to bend him to her will (although, in truth, the boy was now just as eager as Lisa herself to vent his sexual desire on Miss Wynter's beautiful body!)

“You can put your dickie into her pussy, darling!” Lisa gasped. “It won't hurt her at all-she's a big, lovely woman, aren't you, Miss Wynter?”

Horrified, Kathleen renewed her struggling as she realised that the boy and girl were beyond verbal control. She threshed wildly, no longer caring that her breasts were shaking and rippling from side to side-exciting Lisa and Richard still further! This is madness, she thought. They can't possibly be serious… they wouldn't dare to-.

But she could already feel Richard's young cock springing back to erection. The wilting length of gristle was hardening, spurred by the sexy instructions which Lisa was panting to him…

“Get between her thighs, darling! Put your dickie against her slit if you can! Go on, Richard! If she tries to stop you, I'll break her arm!”