A dim crack of light shone through, at the bottom of his door making a small beacon to guide her footsteps. She stopped, ready to turn back, convinced that he was, indeed in his room, but a sound behind the closed door arrested her attention. It was the voice of a girl… a girl experiencing the passion of sex. It was Charity's voice. Oh, no… God! No! No! Noooooooooo! She screamed in silence to herself at the possibility of the monstrous thing that could be happening in her own son's bedroom. Donnie… and Ch-Charity… Together? In bed? Oh, God, no!
Dottie was stricken, rooted to the spot, and almost as if to prove her wrong, she heard her daughter's voice, clearly, "Don… oh, Don… it's starting to feel… so g-good! I–I don't want you to stop!"
A flashing mind-picture of the forbidden sex act taking place in Donnie's room further stunned her. All she could think of, at that moment, was that they had to be stopped… if it were not too late!
She raised both fists to knock on the door, her mouth opening to shout out her objections, but she stopped short. Her impetuous action, her searing words were halted, as yet another lightning thought came to her, the memory of her own depraved actions of but a little while before, an act that could have been heard and seen by her daughter, burned into her, reminding her that she, of all people, had no earthly right to condemn… to sit in judgment or hang a label. Slowly, her arms dropped down to her sides and she stood there in abject shame, while inside, she heard the rustle of the bed as her son and daughter writhed upon it in uncontrollable sexual ecstasy.
Tears formed in her eyes and ran in unnoticed rivulets down her cheeks. Donnie's voice, now: "Damn, Sis… you've got the sweetest, tightest little cunt I've ever seen!"
Dear God! This isn't the first time for Donnie! He's so young! It doesn't seem possible that he could have had sex relations already!
"Oooooh! Don! Don! Donnie!"
Charity's voice was so full of rapturous passion, a passion that Dottie, herself, knew well… and she couldn't bear to hear any more. She fled. Blinded by her tears and hampered by the darkness, she made her stumbling way back to her own bedroom and sat down, heavily, on the edge of her bed.
Suddenly, she felt old… drained. All of the cares of the world, of mankind, it seemed, rested square on her shoulders. She didn't know how she could bear that heavy burden. The one overriding thought in her mind was that she had failed… failed as a wife, a mother… perhaps even, as a human being. It was too complicated to sort out all of the reasons why she felt that way. Life itself was too much. She couldn't cope with it. Life had defeated her!
Disconsolately, she looked around the shabby room with its faded, peeling wallpaper and flaking paint, contrasting it, in her mind, with the home she and Gabe had lived in, when they were first married and, by extension, comparing it, again, to her parents' home. There was, of course, no comparison, and she hated what she saw; hated it with a passion, for the tumble-down old house only served to re-enforce her own feelings of spiritual and moral decay, not to mention those of her husband… and now… of her children.
Her eyes came to rest on Gabe's pistol that she had placed on the dresser, for protection, in the event the salesman came back, again. Suddenly, she saw the gun in a different light. She saw it as a solution! That was it! Of course, it would be so easy!
Falteringly, she reached out and picked up the weapon. She ran her hand over its cold, blue length. Strange! she thought, It's like a cock… a man's hard cock… loaded with death… instead of life! All these years… it's been my death, anyway… a slow death, impaled on a man's cock… taking its way with me… and leaving me with shame… humiliation and degradation… a-and a b-bastard child… a psychic cripple for a husband…! And, now my own two children engaging in incest… while I–I'm nothing but a wh-whore! Christ! What a mess! It would be so easy! All I have to do is pull the trigger… and all my troubles will be over!
She lifted the gun in her hand. Dear God… forgive me! It's too hard… to keep on living!
Suddenly, Donnie's hands slipped up over his sister's belly to find the full, firm flesh of her hard-nippled breasts, cupping, squeezing and massaging them with strong-fingered, almost brutal caresses, while below, his mouth and tongue continued their labors in the widespread slit down between her legs, his wet obscene sucking sounds filling the room; meanwhile, she was aware that his eyes were looking at her face up over her pubic mound, through the soft, sparse hairs curling softly there, and they were smiling eyes that watched her… eyes that waited for her to cum. Somehow, she knew. He was going to lick her into complete submission, perhaps even to orgasm before she would have his lust-hardened young cock fucking into her hungry cunt.
Watching, he knew that it would not be long before she climaxed. He only hoped that he, himself, could wait… wait for just a little while longer. Christ! My balls ache! But, I want this to be good for her! I'm going to lick and suck her cunt until she cums… then, I'll fuck her… fuck her with everything I've got! Just a little while more and I'll get to my part of the real fun!
His eyes remained fixed on Charity's lovely, contorting face as he unceasingly continued his frenzied tongue-mouth tantalizing thrusts into her moist cuntal depths.
Changing pace, now, he suddenly shifted his mouth upward, his lips probing and exploring, until he found the erect, pulsing bud of her clitoris. He heard her sharp whine of agonized pleasure as he took the tiny, throbbing erectile shaft between his teeth, and holding it tightly but gently, ran his tongue around and around it in ever decreasing circles, until, finally, he opened his hungry lips wide and slid his tongue downward, back down the smooth, moist furrow to the throbbing heat of her tiny, bearded little cuntal mouth. Her head flailed from side to side, uncontrollably, as he relentlessly fucked into her orally, sliding his long, agile tongue in and out of her now dilated and clasping pussy without mercy, in an effort to bring her to an exploding climax. Christ! Why doesn't she cum? She's hanging right there on the brink!
Charity was trying to speak. She fought to gain control of her throat muscles. Swallowing several times and wetting her lips, she was finally able to say, "D-Don… Oh, Don… Please…? Why don't y-you put your th-thing in m-me and d-do it?"
Taking his mouth away, temporarily, he grunted, "Not yet, Char, baby… I'm going to tongue you to your first one!"
He returned, quickly, to her steaming loins to listen to the whimpering, mewling sounds that she was emitting, constantly, while he swirled and flicked his tongue around and around, churn-like, in the velvety smooth insides of the soft, hair-lined lips that pulsed and throbbed there before his eyes. Then, he pulled her legs up, sliding his arms under them so that his shoulders and arms were wedged tight up beneath her thighs, pushing them up even farther until they draped over his shoulders. Now, his hands went beneath her smooth, white, quivering buttocks and pulled them up harder toward his face with brutal force.
His sister's cries of involuntary rapture filled the small bedroom, and her buttocks in his grasping hands jerked and convulsed beneath the plunging tongue, sending erotic high-voltage jolts of sexual sensation surging through her young, untried body.
Then, suddenly, she felt him flick his tongue away from and out of her vagina, downward toward the tiny, puckered secret orifice of her anus. She gasped aloud. "Oooooh God!" She could have screamed, but the ecstatic, supremely erotic and salacious sensation only caused her to continue moaning, incoherently, as the surprising and searing contact of his wet tongue with the forbidden, sensitive opening was made.