For several days, Doris roamed the house and did her housework. She and Pete fucked every night and he had become quite adept at eating pussy.
One afternoon Doris was fidgety and had a strange feeling in her stomach. She wasn't sick, she decided but she wasn't sure what was wrong. She sat down in the kitchen, thinking about the previous weeks and her relationship with Pete. She was convinced that it was nervousness about that that had her so restless.
Her mind flashed back to Mark and Mike and the thing she had done with them. Suddenly, it dawned on her just what the problem was. She wanted a new cock.
She was stuck. She wasn't all that hot on the idea of going out and picking up a young teen. Her pussy twitched every time she thought about a strange young cock. She finally shrugged and tried to get her mind off it. She went back to her housework and tried to keep her mind on that and Pete. She didn't manage to keep it there completely, but she made it through the day.
That evening, as she and Pete were finishing dinner, the phone rang. She looked at Pete and he shrugged.
"Hello," she said half-heartedly.
"Hi, Sis," came a booming voice.
Her eyes widened and she broke into a smile.
"Ted! Where-"
"I'm downtown on my way to see you. Thought I'd surprise you."
The freshest memory of her brother flashed into her mind. He was a year older. They had the same light brown hair and complexion. He was taller, of course, muscular and good-looking. She hadn't seen him since before her divorce. He had been a widower for three years.
"Do you have Trish with you?" she asked, thinking of his daughter. She was a couple years older than Pete, if she remembered correctly.
"Sure. She goes everywhere I go," he replied. "We won't be interrupting anything if we come over, will we?"
"Of course not. Now, hurry over. I'm anxious to see you two!"
"Okay. Be there in half an hour." "Great. See you then," she replied. "Bye."
She put the receiver on the cradle and turned to Pete. He was watching her, his eyes questioning.
"Uncle Ted?"
"Uh-huh. He and Trish will be here in a half an hour," she replied.
She rushed Pete through the clean up and then went to the bedroom to slip on a dress and touch up her face. She had gotten into the habit of eating dinner in her robe or gown, primarily to excite Pete so she could have his cock for dessert.
She had just finished brushing her hair when the doorbell rang and she beard Pete open the door. She could hear the muffled greetings and resisted the urge to run into the living room. She made one last check in the mirror and then went down the hall and into the living room.
"Hey, Gorgeous!" Ted boomed. "You look just as sexy as ever!"
"You look good, yourself," she replied as she hugged his hard body. She pressed her pussy against his crotch and felt pleased to feel his long cock twitch against it.
"Hello, Trish," she said to the girl. The girl was a woman. She wore a halter top and jeans and every curve of her mature body was accented. Her tits were full and erect and Doris could see the bumps of her nipples through the halter. The crotch seam of her jeans was pressed into the crack of her pussy, and the lips pressed out around it. Doris felt a flash of heat as she hugged the girl to her.
"Only you aren't a girl anymore. You're a woman, Doris added.
The girl smiled at Doris, her dark eyes sparkling under her long lashes. She looked a great deal like her mother had. Doris found herself fascinated with the girl's dark, sexy eyes and her satin smooth olive skin. Her mother had a dark, mysterious beauty. Now the daughter had it, but more so. Doris felt a strange burning deep in her crotch. Her breath quickened and she had an irresistible urge to touch the girl. Her hand rested lightly on the girl's arm after they had embraced.
"Well," Doris said, breaking the moment of silence, "how about a drink, Ted."
"Sounds great. What ever you have will do."
"Oh, I've got some Scotch stashed away just in case you popped in," she replied, chuckling and winking at her brother.
"If you have some wine, I'd like a glass," Trish said softly.
Doris looked at her then to Ted. He nodded.
"She can handle it," he assured Doris.
"I think we can find you a glass of wine," Doris replied. "Now have a seat and I'll be right beck with the drinks. Coke, Pete?"
"Huh? Uh… yeah." He had been in a trance. His eyes had been glued on Trish. Doris' words had jerked him back to his senses momentarily.
"I'll give you a hand," Ted insisted, following her into the kitchen.
He followed her to the cabinet and stopped behind her.
"How have you been?" she asked, reaching up and taking down two bottles.
"Good. How about you?"
"Just fine. You never write or call and I never know how to get in contact with you," she chided.
She turned to look at him and found him only inches behind her. There was a long moment of eye contact. Doris felt her stomach chum and her pussy suddenly was very wet and very hot. His hand slid around her waist and pulled her body to his. His mouth closed over hers and his hard tongue plunged between her lips.
Doris was taken by surprise for a second and then she held back, afraid that Pete might walk in on them. His tongue probed and explored her mouth. His hands stroked her back and slid down over her ass, pulling her crotch tightly against his. Her resistance melted. She could feel the hard outline of his cock pressing against her belly. Her breathing turned to panting as her arms circled his neck. Her tongue slithered into his mouth and probed. She ground her pussy against him, hungrily.
They stood kissing passionately for several seconds, bodies grinding against each other. Her cunt began to boil. Her panties were soaked at the crotch. She felt the last of her resistance fade. She knew that if they continued she would fuck him right there, regardless of their two offspring in the next room.
He pulled back from her and held her at arm's length and looked into her eyes. He had Unit funny smile of his on his lips. Her eyes were being him to fuck her.
"You are as horny as I am," he said finally.
"Yes!" Her reply was almost a hiss. "More like hungry for you!"
His fingers danced over her belly and pushed her dress between her thighs. His strong fingers rubbed her pussy. Through the two layers of cloth. Doris whimpered and felt her knees buckle. She embraced him to keep from collapsing. His fingers stroked and probed her wet slit, rubbing her clit. She lost all control. Her eyes dropped and her mouth sagged. Pleasure rumbled through her body. Closer and closer his fingers drew her to a climax. Her legs opened, knees bent, her ass pressed against the counter top to support her weight. "Oh, Ted! Oh!" she asked.
Her body jerked to and fro in rhythm with his hand. She began to tremble and then the heat and passion exploded and she shook from head to toe as she came. Her fingers were digging into his arms. Her knees locked and she bit her lower lip as pleasure consumed her whole body. Slowly, her orgasm ebbed and she opened her eyes. He was still smiling. She collapsed against him, panting.
"That was so good!" she gasped.
"It will be better and better, later," he replied, his hands gently stroking her back.
A movement over his shoulder caught Doris' eye. Trish stood in the doorway. Doris stiffened. Ted saw the look flash across her face and felt her body stiffen. He looked over his shoulder and then smiled.
"I was wondering if you two had gotten lost," Trish said huskily.
"No. Just refreshing old acquaintances," Ted replied. "We'll be in in a minute."
"Okay." There was a strange smile on her lips as she turned and disappeared.
"I wonder how long she had been standing there?" The concern was showing on Doris' face.
"It doesn't matter," he assured her.
She looked at him, quizzically for a moment then her face reined as she realized what he was saying.