“Why,” he sneered, “do you care more about your principles than my sanity?”
“It's not that.” She faced him in all seriousness. “This goes much deeper. The guy before Harold… well, he was a real animal, a pig. He used to fuck me every time we went out. If we went to a party he'd fuck me in his car on the way to it, or on the way home. He'd fuck me at drive-in movies, behind bushes, anywhere at all. The things he did disgusted me. I learned to hate the whole miserable business of fucking. One minute of heavy breathing and painful poking… it puzzles me to think that that's supposed to make the world go round. What do people see in it? After a while of that I just developed a kind of allergy to having anything enter my body. It makes me want to throw up, scream, run away. I just get terrified.”
Bob had backed off and listened to her with increasing sympathy. “So that's it,” he nodded. “Well, at least that makes more sense. But listen, I had my fingers up your cunt and that didn't seem to bother you at all.”
“That's different. You're my brother and those fingers aren't a cock.”
“A cock is thicker,” Bob shrugged. “You could overcome this hang-up in no time at all, providing you really want to.”
“I don't see much point in it.” Nora reached for her cigarettes and lit two, handed Bob one. “I'm just as happy without that hairy pig rutting on top of me.”
“He went for a minute and that tells me all I want to know about his lovemaking ability,” argued Bob. “If you'll give me a chance I'll show you what real fucking is-and believe me, it'll change your mind about sex.”
“No… nothing personal, Bob, but not just yet When I get over that schmuck perhaps.”
His ardor had faded. Nora saw it and relaxed. She lay back on her pillow and smoked in silence. Bob seemed on the point of going to bed and calling it a night. Now was my big chance. I eased my way along the branch till the window sill was within reach. “Bob!” I hissed, extending my hand. “Help me inside, will you!”
They looked up, startled. Bob was quick to act. He leaned out of the window and helped, literally picking me up off the branch and carrying me over the gap in space. “Goddammit, Kathy,” Nora said angrily, “will you get out of this nasty habit of spying, please!”
“I've come to help you,” I said. “I'm going to let Bob make love to me so you'll be able to see for yourself what fun it is.”
“Oh, terrific,” she said sourly. “A private show. What is this, a hygiene class? Come on, you two, let me get some sleep.”
“No, wait,” said Bob, giving me a secret wink, “I think Kathy has a good idea. Why don't you just watch and make up your mind that way? It won't hurt, right?”
“I don't care what you do.” Nora was angry now and turned her back to us. “Go ahead, do what you have to do. Just leave me out of your sordid business.”
I didn't care if she watched or not. Bob was so close to me, his hard cock pointing at my cunt with the promise of fulfillment. I sat down on his bed and looked up at him expectantly. He looked around at Nora, who ignored us as well as she could, and said: “Look at the way Kathy responds to cunt kissing, Nora, and you'll see how enjoyable it really is.”
“For perverts like you two maybe,” Nora muttered. Bob shrugged humorously and got down on his knees between my legs. His hands moved smoothly along my thighs, sweeping the hem of my nightie up out of the way, and in the one motion he rested his face between my legs, his tongue flicking out at the over-sensitive pussy. At once my body was beset by long, thrilling impulses, lightning flashes of pleasure that reverberated through me and forced me to lie back and give him my all. That tongue of his danced and darted, lashing out at every little erogenous arsenal down there, sparking each one off before moving on to the next one and leaving me breathless, gasping, within seconds. My hands absently worked to take my nightie off but it took me ages. Finally I managed to sit up and pull it over my head, but by that time Bob wasn't concerned about any other part of me but the one he had in his mouth.
He could take my whole cunt in his mouth or just purse his lips and tug at my clitoris. His tongue could ream up my hole, probing and ticking inside me like a frisky little cock, and it knew how to lightly brush along my labia so as to evoke the wildest urges in my flesh. How was it, I wondered vaguely, that Bob and I had been given so much in the way of sensuality, while Nora, Mum, and Dad had so little? Not enough to get them over the hurdles, anyway. I just hoped they'd find out what they were missing one day. Bob had me impaled on his tongue now, stirring me up, arousing my passions, and all I could do was tell him how good it felt. I caught a glimpse of Nora and she was watching openly. How could she resist?
He had his hands under my cheeks now and held them well apart, opening my cunt up wide so that his tongue could dig in all the deeper. His face was buried in my cunt, the nose nuzzling my clitoris deliciously, his lizard's tongue flicking at my asshole and cunt hole in equal doses, licking and sucking at me, conducting my passions like a maestro in charge of an orchestra. He was in total control. His tongue had only to slither up my cunt to make me cry out with ecstasy and writhe from side to side. And when he made the tip of his furled tongue apply pressure on my clit I just about jack-knifed forward, desperate to stop the excruciating tickling sensation and to make sure he'd keep it up forever.
“Tell Nora how good it is,” he said, his voice muffled by flesh and hair and wetness. “Convince her once and for all.”
“All right,” I said shakily. With a titanic effort I raised my torso and rested back on my elbows to face Nora. She avoided looking at me but her eyes couldn't help but stray to my loins to watch Bob's efforts with something approaching envy. “It's really beautiful, Nora,” I began. Words wouldn't come. What the hell, couldn't she see how good it was? “It makes you feel like a… a victim, that's it, like your cunt rules your mind. Ooooooh Bob!” I pulled back and hissed at him with sudden tension. He'd started to work his finger into my cunt while his lips concentrated on my clitoris, and in no time at all he'd produced a burst of passion in me that I just couldn't contain. He understood. His fingers moved right up inside me and began to fuck me rapidly, but he kept away from my clitoris. “So good,” I said, falling back. “You ought to try it, Nora… oh, Jesus! Ooooh,oh, oh, oh! Bob, harder, harder, oh my God-aaaaahhh!” It felt as though his fingers were a lightning rod through which all of my emotions were discharged into the earth. For a moment I experienced a total peace, nothing left inside me; I was floating, moaning, angelic, so out of it that I didn't notice him inserting his cock.
He was on top of me and fucking with long, regular strokes by the time I'd come to. My arms and legs were wrapped tightly around him and I couldn't stop kissing his face and neck. That old, nagging frustration from this afternoon had been largely dissipated. Bob was now in the process of creating a new lust and satisfying it. I went along with him willingly, pushing my cunt up at his marauding cock and egging him on with feverish kisses and whispered words.
“It can't be that good,” Nora's voice cut into our passionate bubble suddenly and we did our best to ignore it. “I mean, Bob sucked my cunt too but it didn't do anything to me. Some of us have self-discipline and others of us just indulge ourselves, it seems. I don't care for this sort of thing. You two will have to learn to understand that-if you can.”
She stood by the side of Bob's bed, dressed in her own floor-length nightie, a living monument of reproach. I wanted her to go up in a puff of smoke. Bob shared my desire. “For Chrissakes, Nora, get the fuck out of here!” he said sharply, and returned his attention to the matter in hand.
“That's a nice way to address your sister,” said Nora, but she went back to her own bed and shut up. Bob's mighty piston started to slide in and out of my overheated, saturated pussy again, in and out with perfect assurance, his cock hard and true, his hands under my ass, his dead weight crushing down on me like one big caress. It took us little or no time to restore the delicate balance of our screw, both of us immersing ourseti in the other, and soon I'd become the sheath for his sword, nothing more, nothing less.