"Holy shit!" Jane blurted, her pussy spasming with pain from the job her brother was doing on her clit.
"Too much for you, Sis?" Ken asked.
"No such thing," Jane gasped in welcome agony. "Just keep pinching my clit and fucking my pussy and I just might come forever, or die trying."
"Even I'm not stud enough to bring that off for you, Sis," Ken puffed.
"There's only one way I'm gonna let you off the hook," Jane called back. "The only thing better than coming myself will be if you get off, too. A cunt full of your hot jizz'll make things just about perfect right about now."
"Why didn't you say so, Sis?" Ken answered. "I've been holding back a long time already."
"Then let it fly, stud!" Jane urged. "Soak my pussy with a bucket of cum!"
"Okay, Sis, hold on. Here comes the big one." Ken drew his hard-on almost all the way out of Jane's pussy until only his cock-head remained inside. This was to gather momentum. For when he plunged forward again, his prick was like a battering ram as it crashed into the tunnel of his sister's twat. Deeper and deeper his cock surged, until it seemed to each fucking partner that his dick must have suddenly grown to well over a foot in length.
Clinging to the root of his hilted cock, Ken's balls almost burst from their sac. Quivering, they unleashed a torrent of cum that gushed through his cock, straight to the depths of Jane's thirsty fuck hole.
"Love it!" Jane squealed as Ken's fiery jism scorched her womb. "Oh, shoot it into my cunt, Ken! Burn me up inside!"
Ken's cock kept creaming long after it should have normally stopped. With every spurt the cum got hotter and thicker. When his prick finally did squirt its last, it seemed as if Ken had climaxed for some kind of male record. His sister's pussy showed the result. When Ken removed his drained cock from Jane, her twat bubbled and drooled with excess jism.
The cum leaked from Jane's cunt almost as fast as it had originally poured in. It streaked down her inner thighs and splashed on the bedspread. Then Jane made the mess even worse by reaching behind and smearing the jizz all over her asscheeks, crotch and legs.
"You should see yourself," Ken rasped while looking on. "God, Sis, you're something."
"Just wish I were double-jointed," Jane dreamily told her brother when she had calmed down enough to speak. "Then I could lick myself off."
"If it could be done, you'd do it," Ken sighed.
"I'm still so damn horny I'd probably go ahead and try it if there weren't any other choice," Jane said. "But, luckily, I've still got you to keep me cooking. How's your dick?"
"It lost a little something after that last fuck," Ken admitted. "But if anybody could get my cock all the way up again on short notice, it's you, Sis. What'd you have in mind?"
"There's still one hole of mine that you haven't balled," Jane pointed out to her brother.
"You like it in the ass?"
"Anytime I can get it. You game?"
"I'll die trying, Sis."
"Well, then, let's get it on, stud!" Jane declared. "This'll be the best fuck yet. You might even forget all about my cunt once you've got your big cock jammed up my tight ass."
Jane arranged herself in a favorite butt-fucking position. She was on her back, her legs drawn all the way aver her head so her body was jackknifed. With her ass up in the air and her buns apart, her asshole flexed. She let a hissing love-fart, giggling when the air filled with its pungent aroma.
"Oooooh, you do it to me, Sis," Ken gasped, his dick springing back to total stiffness. "My cock's harder than a rock again."
"Well, stick it in me, tiger," Jane urged. "My ass is dying to be screwed."
Ken moved in. He fit his cock-head into the dent of Jane's shit pit and prepared to shove so he could start butt-fucking his sister.
But it never got done.
The bedroom door swung open. A shaft of light spilled across the floor, reaching the bed and silhouetting Ken and Jane as he was poised to ram his big dick in ha waiting ass. Nothing was left to the intruder's imagination.
It was Christy, Jane's teenage daughter, who was getting her eyes full.
"Mom… Uncle Ken!" the shocked girl blurted. Then Christy slammed the door and ran away.
The erotic mood had been shattered. Knowing they had been found out, Ken and Jane stared breathlessly at one another. It was as if brother and sister had just fully realized for the first time that they were naked in bed together.
"I'm sorry, Sis," Ken muttered. "I didn't mean for it to turn out this way."
"Not as sorry as I am," Jane said bitterly, more disgusted with herself than she was angry at her brother.
Without any further conversation, Ken got out of bed, dressed, and left.
Jane lingered for awhile, trying to get her head together. Things just got worse for her. Her emotions sank into a bleak depression.
When Jane finally emerged from the bedroom, the party was over. She called for Christy, but there was no answer. The house was empty.
But not as empty as Jane felt.
CHAPTER THREE
Jane didn't know what to do. So she did nothing, waiting for Christy to make the first move. But Christy was obviously holding it all inside of her. She said nothing to her mother about catching her in bed with Ken. As far as Jane was concerned, this just made things worse. It was almost as if Christy were using silence as a weapon.
The days dragged by. Jane thought about confiding in Bud, but was afraid to. The way her son had been avoiding her ever since the party, it seemed likely that Christy must have told him what happened.
With her home like a prison, Jane started going out, just wandering the streets in a daze. Usually she wound up in some bar, trying to drink her sorrow away. In an alcoholic fog she could at least temporarily numb the pain she felt.
One night she staggered into the house around midnight. Seeing that the kids were either gone or asleep, she slumped into a chair and just stared.
Without realizing it, she started to cry.
"I've made such a damn mess of things," Jane sobbed. "Everybody hates me. What's the use in going oh?" She thought of suicide. "After all, what do I have to live for?"
Tempting herself with the idea of permanently ending her grief, Jane got up and went to the bathroom. She stared into the medicine cabinet at the prescriptions she had collected over the years. Surely, she thought, if she took every pill available at the same time she could end it all.
She reached for a container of red capsules, whispering to herself, "Why not? What do I have to lose?"
Jane twisted the cap of the vial. It was stuck. She put it in her mouth to gnaw it loose with her teeth. That was when she heard the laughter…
It came from down the hall. Jane couldn't resist its lure. It had been so long since laughter had been heard in the house. She crept down the corridor. The laughter grew louder.
"It's coming from Christy's bedroom," Jane whispered with desperate yearning. "God, it sounds so good."
Jane went to the door and put her ear to it. It was Christy's voice she had heard all right. And now that voice had changed from laughter to a husky moan that vibrated with pleasure. Aching to know what was going on, Jane dropped to her knees. The house was an old one, with old fashioned keyholes on the doors. Jane could not resist peeping inside.
Her eyes were focused directly, on the bed. She saw movement in the form of a blurred patch of bare skin. Then the blur slowed down. From her vantage point, Jane had a clear view of her daughter's tits.
Christy was naked, Jane realized. What's more, her nipples were red and erect, obviously in a state of arousal.
Jane burned to know what was taking place in the bedroom. It was the first excitement she had felt in days. Driven by her curiosity, Jane made the decision to find out for certain just what her daughter was up to.